Ha!
Actually, I don't really care. The book will be better without him because I can now conjecture about his mental state to my heart's content.
'Jaynestown'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Ha!
Actually, I don't really care. The book will be better without him because I can now conjecture about his mental state to my heart's content.
The man who's reviewed 12,000 records reviews 32 shows in 30 days. Christgau at his best: [link]
Apparently, that Richard Thompson concert was 'damn good'. I'm torn between asking for the details so I can manufacture memories of the event and not asking because my manufactured memories often include people in Victorian dress and sea monsters that can tear ships apart with a lone tentacle and who needs those?
Luckily, there are folk sessions on telly tonight featuring Thompson. God save BBC4.
Doesn't that guy know that he's supposed to suck after someone gives up a ticket to see him?
Thank you! I was privately thinking that but thought I better not say so because I suspected it might be a symptom of my rampant egomania. But if someone else thinks the same...
Happy to provide a neutral soundingboard for you.
Ten thousand fake band names: [link]
At least a few of those are names of real bands.
He says that in his "P.S.".
Hint hint.
Hmmm, was just thinking the other day that I need to sign up for another marathon so I'll stick to an exercise schedule & be able to fit into my clothes again. Perhaps one near Groundhog Day, when I'll turn 40 & hope to have a waistline somewhat south of that. Thanks for turning on the lightbulb. Of course, James Hand probably won't be in town then. (None of which is to suggest that I need any better reason to visit than to see you, Mrs. Corwood, & Lil' Sphere.)
ION, we're buying a house, and I hope to quit my job at the end of the year. (Shh! Don't tell the bank!)
The music-related reason I'm stopping by is that I sent Hec a Tommy Bolan profile (Creem, May 1972, by Dave Marsh.) Cover story -- and a filthy cover it is. If Marsh ever actually puts out "Onan's Greatest Hits" (cf. his essay in Stranded, Greil Marcus ed.) it's gotta be the cover. Guitar position, hand position, the Strat's head, Bolan's expression... what would the culture warriors say? Anyway, enjoy it, & I'll send the magazine after I scan the rest. I also included the "Straw Dogs" review for Corwood. And I bet "Who Is Teddy Villanova?" still didn't show up.
ETA: I sent it to buffistarawk2.