Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Closed for Monkey Business


Sorry, a certain very old person is making me homicidal today, so no posting. And praise Jeebus New Jersey doesn't have an open carry law.

Regular, debonair, stuff resumes on the morrow, and yes -- Friday will bring us the return of Weekend Listomania's Greatest Hits.

You're welcome.

Monday, September 15, 2014

A Lion is in the Streets

From the 2006 PBS Legends of Jazz series -- specifically, the episode entitled "The Golden Horns" -- please enjoy Clark Terry and his spirited ode to utter incoherence, the incomparable "Mumbles."



That's great, obviously, but nowhere near as great as a certain hand puppet...


...lip-synching it on a kids TV show of yore.



You know, there are days when I think that Pookie the Lion is my favorite fictional character of all time.

This is one of those days, obviously.

I should add that those of you in the New York City and Los Angeles areas can see more of Pookie, Thursday night's at 8:30pm and five days a week(!) during the afternoon, on basic cable's Jewish Life TV channel. Those of you elsewhere should consult your local listings.

You're welcome.

Friday, September 12, 2014

I/You Gotta Move Week, Part III: Special Istanbul or Constantinople? Edition

From 1970, and their misunderstood and perhaps unfairly maligned album Looking On, please enjoy the incomparable The Move -- featuring the first appearance of Jeff Lynne in their saga -- and the remarkably hard rocking "Turkish Tram Conductor Blues."




I've always loved this song, not least because of the coy "Oh yes" Roy Wood interjects just before the guitar solo begins, but also because the combination of Zeppelin riffage and oboes or saxes (or whatever the hell the woodwind instruments are on the track) is just so wonderfully bozoid.

I should also add that, back in the day, my old garage band chums The Weasels used to warm up by playing this as an instrumental, sans the lyrics. It sounded like some kind of mutant surf song, and it always used to crack us up.

We were easily amused, obviously.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

We Interrupt This Move Week Already in Progress to Bring You a Special Message

You know, when people ask me what my all time favorite band is, I usually default to the Holy Trinity of the 60s -- Beatles/Byrds/Beach Boys.

But then I see something like this the other night on Jimmy Fallon's show....



...and I think -- maybe its The Replacements.

Seriously, that's everything rock-and-roll should be in one four minute package. Words otherwise fail me on how great it is.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

I/You Gotta Move Week, Part II: Special Visionary Heavyosity Edition

Live'r than you'll ever be, from 1968 at the legendary Marquee Club, please enjoy in breathless wonder the original five-piece incarnation of The Move and a blistering cover of Eddie Cochran's "Something Else."

Okay, I'm not sure it's the five-piece -- guitarist Ace Kefford was discharged from his duties in the group around the time this was recorded -- but to my ears it sounds like he's there.

In any case, the track is fricking great.




I actually owned a copy of this EP -- found it in some mom and pop record store in Jersey circa 1972-- and for years, it was among my proudest possessions. If truth be told, BTW, I probably hadn't even heard of the Eddie Cochran original until I bought it.

And in the interest of full disclosure, I should also add that I hadn't heard a note by The Move until I read John Mendelssohn's 1970 review of Shazam in Rolling Stone, and was motivated to seek out the rest of their oeuvre as a result. With life-changing results.

In case I haven't said it before -- thanks, John.

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Closed for Monkey Business


Sorry, I need a day off to work on my forthcoming memoir -- "Unusual Matricides."


Could be a hot one!

Move Week postings resume tomorrow.

Monday, September 08, 2014

I/You Gotta Move Week, Part I: Special Perils of the Jungle Edition

From 1968, please enjoy the incomparable five-piece original edition of Brit pop-rock deities The Move...


...and their smash hit "Wild Tiger Woman."



And by smash hit we mean, of course, solely in the UK -- these guys couldn't get arrested on American Top 40 radio, the Flying Spaghetti Monster only knows why.

I hadn't thought of the song in ages, actually, but it popped into my head unbidden, for obvious reasons, while compiling our most recent Weekend Listomania. I should also add that this bunch had scads of records just as good if not better; IMHO, The Move deserves to be ranked in the the same strata with the other obviously greatest Brit rock groups of the era, i.e. Beatles/Stones/Who/Kinks. And that's even before Jeff Lynne joined up.

In any case, tune in tomorrow and we'll bat this idea around some more.

Thank you.

UPDATE: Turns out this was actually recorded by the first four-piece version of the band, after the departure of apparently unhinged bassist Ace "The Singing Skull" Kefford (he's the blonde guy in the photo with the vid). I regret the error.

Friday, September 05, 2014

Weekend Listomania's Greatest Hits: Special Masculin FĂ©minin Edition

[I originally posted this one back in 2008, which is so long ago that my testicles hadn't even descended at that point. In any case, I've done some rewriting and added a couple of new entries, just because at my age I need to keep my brain occupied. Enjoy! -- S.S.]

BEST OR WORST POST-ELVIS POP/ROCK SONG WITH THE WORD "MAN" OR "WOMAN" IN THE TITLE!!!!!!

You guys rarely play by the rules, so let me simply say anyway that songs with the titular words "boy" or "girl" are clearly Non U for the purposes of today's discussion. With the exception of number 5, for obvious reasons.

Okay, here's my totally top of my head Top Eight.

8. Richard X. Heyman -- Masquerader Man




A great song, obviously, but included here mostly because we like to have something recorded in this century. Also, he gets bonus points for having the word "man" in his last name.

7. Bo Diddley -- Say Man



Bo and (I believe) his maraca man Jerome Green talking trash. It took over 50 years for Samuel L. Jackson's "Go the Fuck to Sleep" to top it.

6. Deep Purple -- Woman From Tokyo



Were these guys the worst dressed major band of all time or what?

5. Urge Overkill -- Girl You'll Be a Woman Soon



From the Pulp Fiction soundtrack, obviously. These guys took a load of shit back in the day for not being sufficiently ironic when covering Neil Diamond. You know what? It's a great song...unironically.

4. Black Sabbath -- Iron Man



This clip is better than the Robert Downey movie of the same name. I'm not kidding about this!!!

3. Gene Pitney -- The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance



I prefer the John Otway version, but this will do in a pinch.

2. Helen Reddy -- I Am Woman



This may be not only just the worst song with the word "woman" in the title, but in fact the worst song with any other words whatsoever in the title. In fairness, however, I've always loved the story about Mary Travers being offered the song first; she ultimately turned it down because whenever she tried to record it, she inevitably wound up convulsed in hysterical laughter. Usually at the "I am invincible" part.

And the bestest ever song with man or woman in the title, it's not even close so don't bug me already, is obviously --

1. Peter and Gordon -- Woman



At the height of Beatlemania Paul McCartney gave this to P&G under a pseudonym, the idea being to see if it would be a hit even if nobody knew it was written by a Beatle. Sure enough, it was, although if memory serves the secret didn't stay secret for long.

Awright then -- what would your choices be?

Thursday, September 04, 2014

Your Thursday Moment of Words Fail Me



I have three things to add about this.

1) This is the greatest thing ever.

2) It kills me that if I was 55 years younger, that girl STILL wouldn't give me a tumble.

3) My favorite moment: When the birds fly because she puts out such a heavy vibe. It's sort of a Goth version of the scene at the bunny ranch in El Topo.

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Closed for Monkey Business


Real world mishegass has been overwhelming of late, sorry.

Regular and highly debonair postings resume tomorrow, and with luck Friday will include another of Weekend Listomania's Greatest Hits -- bringing the promise of joy and fulfillment in its most primitive form (ten bonus points if you know where I stole that line from).