The Giant Panther

OK, turn on the way back machine and tune in to a long forgotten mini classic by The Silencers. The Silencers hail from Glasgow, Scotland. I suppose I have a thing for Scottish bands truth be told. Simple Minds of course spring to mind, but you will find lesser bands like Big Country, Del Amitri (I really love these guys) and a band The Giant Panther didn't care for much if memory serves; The Proclaimers in my collection. Upon further review great bands like Nazareth (now you're messin' with a SOB! Hair of The Dog was one great rockin' tune in the 70's, I don't care what anybody says, but I'm not afraid of Miss Misery at all), The Eurythmics, Teenage Fanclub, Belle & Sebastian, Snow Patrol, Franz Ferdinand, The Jesus & Mary Chain, Aztec Camera, Primal Scream, The Sensational Alex Harvey Band and The Average White Band can all trace some of their roots to Scotland. We can also thank those folks for The Bay City Rollers too. And don't forget Craig Ferguson. I love his show. Not a bad legacy overall. Simple Minds and The Eurythmics would have to be the top of the food chain here, but I'm a big fan of Primal Scream and The Jesus & Mary Chain too. Then along comes The Silencers with something a little off the beaten path...

In 1987 WFNX here in Boston was playing a song called "A Letter From St Paul" by The Silencers. I was instantly smitten. It's mostly about a woman writing from college in Minneapolis to a friend in London. It's very spooky and mesmerizing at the same time. Do you remember the first time you heard Eminem's "Stan?" Take out the rap and some of the gorier detail and then add some jangly guitar sounds (man I will love those forever and ever amen) and get ready to hear a story. It's wicked cool as they say here in the northeast. Long out of print and very hard to find, A Letter From St Paul is on my all time list of CDs I Alone (With a tip of the hat to the band Live here) seem to own, let alone love. I just listened to the whole CD again after not having heard it for several months and I've decided I still love it. My love of the single A Letter From St Paul is probably clouding my judgment of the whole record, but it is what it is. I just checked Amazon.com to see what they are getting for it these days and they have two copies for $150 each! Blymie. Even the used ones are going for $28 a pop. Unreal. Well, apparently I have 20 or 30 friends worldwide who love this CD too because it didn't sell worth a damn at the time. Smart folks. Bang, Bang, I got mine as Iggy Pop used to say.

You will find songs like I Can't Cry (which I also love), Painted Moon, I See Red, and God's Gift on this CD as well. Not a bad song in the bunch I promise. 1987 was my own personal inflection point for turning to "alternative" rock bands (at the time) like R.E.M., Big Audio Dynamite, New Order, Echo & The Bunnymen, The Godfathers and on and on. I was a child of the 70's and grew up with Zeppelin, The Who, The Stones, and Bob Dylan. Love them all, but the tweener bands I was listening to like Steve Miller, Electric Light Orchestra, Supertramp, and the like were starting to bore me a bit. No disrespect to those acts intended because I still own the lion's share of all of their catalogues, but musically I was searching. Along came The Smiths, The The and scores of other interesting new bands and I sort of changed musical teams on the spot. With that I stopped listening to WBCN here in Boston, a station I had worked for as an unpaid (for the most part) intern for a number of years so I could get into the scene. A station called WLYN in Lynn, MA eventually morphed into WFNX thanks to The Boston Phoenix around 1983 and by 1987 I was a full time listener. Morning Guy Tai was my new Charles Laquidara. Joanne Doody was my new Ken Shelton. Neal Robert was my new Mark Parenteau. I was hooked. I felt so hip and musically informed. I had a whole new genre of bands and Songs To Learn and Sing as Echo once told me. It was exciting. I think alternative music was a phrase I personally pin on the years up until the age of Grunge, which commenced roughly in late 1990 as far as my memory will allow. Oh whatever, Nevermind. I think you get the picture.

When A Letter From St Paul came across my listening canvas I knew it was there to stay. I kept buying Silencers records the next few years, but though they still record to this day I never felt like they were able to recreate the magic of this CD. I haven't listened to anything new by them since 1992 so I'm probably missing out, but I thought this record was great and I just loved this single. I hope you get a kick out of it. You will never hear this song on the radio and if you download it you might be the only one to even own it, but make no mistake; this is a forgotten classic. You'll thank me some day. It was very representative of the time, though I struggle to remember it sometimes.

I'm going to start mixing in some shorter passages next to my notoriously long entries. It will hopefully be a bit more digestible for whatever audience The Giant Panther has created. I'm calling the feature One Track Mind because I'm going to stick to individual cuts in some of my posts. Unfortunately for artists, but great for Apple, we live in an iPod world now that seems to exist solely for singles. I don't mean singles in the traditional sense as the song they play on the radio. I'm referring to the way we slice and dice only our favorite cuts from each CD or artist. It's regrettable from my point of view, but as I was making mixed tapes (remember those?) for my mobile entertainment needs for years (think the beach or just about any party where I got to be Mix Master Jay in the 80's or early 90's) so what's the difference right? The difference is most of today's music buyers are not listening to the whole CD. Nine out of ten times that is where the gems are. OK, I promised to keep things on the shorter side...here is a case in point...

I wouldn't dream of calling myself a Marillion aficionado. I would say I'm very well versed in the Peter Gabriel era Genesis though. I was just reading about Selling England By The Pound today in Classic Rock Magazine at the gym this morning. They run a cool feature called Every Home Should Have One where they feature a CD from days of yore and this Genesis record was this month's gem. If you don't own Selling England By The Pound I kind of feel sorry for you, but that is another story. I have been doing a bit of progging lately and came across my copy of Marillion's Marbles. You will notice I am not even attempting to go down the road of the long standing debate on the lead singing merits of Fish vs Steve Hogarth because I am definitely not qualified to weigh in on that matter. Fish, apparently the Sting of his genre since he had no need of a second name to identify him, left the band after the first four (sometimes) legendary albums beginning in 1983. In fairness, if your given name was Derek Dick you might be in search of alternatives too. That aside the band has more than thrived with Steve Hogarth manning the mike over the years. I want to draw your attention to a cut from 2004's Marbles called Neverland that I got stuck on the first time I heard it. It's an opus so strap yourselves in, but in my view it's worth the ride. It's got an other worldly cadence and a kind of driving operatic sound to it. Top that off with some voice echo and I'm in a trance. 21st century British Prog Rock at its finest. I was playing this song non stop for about two weeks last month and I'm just getting around to writing about it. I hope you like it. Check out the video on YouTube as well to really get the feel for it. Call them a poor man's Genesis if you must, but they need make no apologies in my book. I love to mix stuff like this in next to my normal (but widely varied) fare.

I've been sifting through my stacks of CDs I've been meaning to rediscover lately and came across this self titled debut solo release from Robbie Robertson. Released on either New Year's Day 1987 (according to Amazon.com) or October 27, 1987 (according to Wikipedia.com), depending on which allegedly reputable source you trust. I remember thinking how much I loved this record way back when. According to my database I bought 149 CDs as a scrawny 27 year old, but I d0 remember listening to this record incessantly that year. Legends Peter Gabriel and Bono joined a Wisconsin band called The BoDeans (score two points at home if you own even a single BoDeans CD....I just went and checked and apparently I own three....the first two and their fifth....I hate when I have gaps in my collection....stupid economy....say it like Homer Simpson) in support of this record. It didn't sell as well as it should have as I recall.

I don't have access to sales figures, but it did eventually win a Grammy for one of those useless categories nobody remembers. You and I would like to think big stars like Robertson, Gabriel and Bono just happened to be palling around in some swampy southern locale, but the circumstances aren't quite so mysterious. Apparently, at the time, now legendary record producer Daniel Lanois was working Gabriel and U2 at the same time he was messing around with The Band's lead song writer trying to make this record. You may have heard of a couple of minor projects Lanois was working on at the time called So and The Joshua Tree by now. Can you imagine! Talk about monster records. He was on his way and making it (Big Time). Thank you very much on both counts. And Robbie's record makes three great production jobs inside of a year. I was reading Chronicles Volume I by Bob Dylan last summer (absolutely riveting book if you haven't read it...the detail is outrageous. How does he remember what someone was wearing 40 years ago? I can barely remember what I had for breakfast yesterday) and there was a whole chapter dedicated to Dylan working with Lanois during the recording of Dylan's 1989 release Oh Mercy. I know he had some help from Brian Eno on The Joshua Tree, but that's pretty heady territory for a Canadian who basically got his start producing tracks for local bands like his sister Jocelyne's Martha & The Muffins (of Echo Beach fame). Anyway...

The Giant Panther and I agree on one thing for certain; The Band were tremendous. I just happened to catch The Last Waltz, again, on VH1 Classics about three weeks ago on a Friday night. I just cracked a bottle of wine, sliced up a hunk of cheese and thoroughly enjoyed the heck out of the next three hours...again. They really had such a slice of Americana going it was hard to resist. Levon Helm was apparently the only American in The Band, but I would have never known that if I hadn't done a little research on them many years ago. The Band formed officially in 1967 and packed it in, after eleven years on the road, in 1978. I don't want to presume what Robertson was up to for nearly a decade before releasing his solo debut, but did you know Robbie Robertson was allegedly the primary guitarist for the Blonde on Blonde sessions after replacing Mike Bloomfield? Let's just say, as a session musician, if he needed or wanted work, it was there for him. Did you also know he ranked 78th on Rolling Stone's 100 Greatest Guitarists of all time not all that long ago? I don't usually pay much attention to rankings like that lest I lose my mind, but that's pretty impressive when you think about it. I do know he spent time producing Neil Diamond and scoring a couple of movies, one of which was Raging Bull, after The Band broke up, but his debut CD was pretty cool. There is no mistaking the voices of Gabriel and Bono, but probably the best track on this record was Somewhere Down The Crazy River and it had Robertson written all over it. Back when local alterna-rock radio station WFNX was cool, it played songs like this one and Robert Cray's Don't You Even Care right next to The Cure, Talking Heads, New Order, Echo & The Bunnymen and Big Audio Dynamite. Ah Blues and Rock side by side. Yes! Again, sadly those were different times...

It's not like this record was a one hit wonder though. It had another favorite of mine called Showdown at Big Sky and several fairly recognizable cuts in Broken Arrow, American Roulette, Testimony, Sweet Fire of Love and Fallen Angel. It's a subtle and forgotten beauty of a CD. I went back to the reviews on Amazon.com and the preaching to the choir section was handing out stars like this baby was Blood On The Tracks. Know what? I'm glad it was for somebody because I've been enjoying the heck out of it lately myself. How can you go wrong with an intersection of Rock & Roll Hall of Famers like Peter Gabriel, U2 and The Band? Now take a little stroll with me to a much quieter time...in an abandoned '59 Chevy...layin' in the backseat listening to Little Willie John...yeah, that's when time stood still...

I love city life. You're always a heartbeat away from seeing a great show. All you have to do is be vigilant. Here in Boston we have a cultural & political free rag called The Boston Phoenix. Politics is not my thing, but you do have to overlook the constant coverage if you want to get to the good stuff. Your friend John has been battling a cold the past week that doesn't seem to want to get lost so I was holed up in my condo much of this past week. Finally Friday rolled around and I was itching to do something fun. I had been mindful of a Robyn Hitchcock show scheduled for November 21st, last night, for about six weeks. I used to write every show down on my bathroom calendar so I wouldn't forget them. Now I don't write anything as a way of sorting out what shows I REALLY need to see (as if I REALLY need to see any of them). I'm trying to be respectful of the Wall Street news night after night. Know what? I know I should just batton down the hatches and start treating quarters like manhole covers, but that will never ever be me. I like to have a good time; plain and simple. Last night was one of those times.

Trying to talk myself into feeling better than I probably was, I hemmed and hawed all day yesterday about trying to scalp a ticket to see Robyn Hitchcock. I hadn't been out of the house all week and I was restless. I waited until the absolute possible last second before deciding to go. I don't recommend my time management skills yesterday to anyone. I called the venue, The Somerville Theatre, around 6:45 PM for a 7:30 PM show to see if there was a warm up band (see my Smashing Pumpkins gaffe below). I was told there wasn't one. I said when did they think Robyn Hitchcock would go on? The oh so cheerful fellow on the phone, who has to answer that question 200 times per show, said 7:30 PM. I knew that was bull, but I could tell this kid was in no mood. I didn't even bother to ask if the show was sold out. I left my house, a good twenty minutes from the venue not counting a dicey parking situation, at 7:15 PM. Davis Square in Somerville, MA is a hotbed of bars, restaurants, shops and theatres. It's crawling with Tufts University students and has a tremendous vibe. It's home to Redbones, one of the best BBQ places around these parts, and there are more nooks and crannies than an English muffin. I love the place, but I don't seem to get over there much. The Somerville Theatre is mostly a movie house, but it still has a small 1000 seat stage set aside for relatively tame rock and folk shows. Robyn Hitchcock is a folkie, so he fits the bill. They even serve good beer. I will say that last March or so The Black Crowes played there. That was one hot ticket. I'm surprised the place still stands to be honest. The Black Crowes are always a good take.

Robyn Hitchcock is an eccentric Englishman. He is sort of an acquired taste I would speculate. He and I have one thing in common though; we both worship Bob Dylan. He put out a CD in 2002 where he covers Dylan exclusively called Robyn Sings. Check that one out Dylan fans. He claims that the song Visions of Johanna is the reason he is a performer today. As for Hitchcock's own catalogue, he is kind of all over the place. I was managing a retail compact disc outlet on Newbury Street in Boston back in the late eighties when CDs first came on the market. We ordered all kinds of imports trying to compete with Tower Records (RIP) and Newbury Comics (my personal favorite brick and mortar music store). One of the artists I immediately noticed during the course of my ordering was Robyn Hitchcock. Man this guy was hard to get a handle on, but was he ever prolific. The titles just kept coming...Black Snake Diamond Role, Groovy Decoy, I Often Dream of Trains, Fegmania!, Gotta Let This Hen Out!, Element of Light, Globe of Frogs, Queen Elvis...and that doesn't cover the half of it. My friend Rick, who worked with me at the store, was constantly playing New Order, Joy Division, The Durutti Column, The Cocteau Twins, and Robyn Hitchcock when his turn came up. It was kind of fun for me, as curious as I am about music, to see all the employees work their preferences into the mix as their turns came up. My other friend Tom was a big Santana and Jazz guy for instance. I was probably just heading into my alternative rock years after living on classic rock for twenty years straight. I couldn't get a handle on Robyn Hitchcock though. He didn't seem to have any hits, but I just loved that accent. He had the strangest tunes, most under three minutes, that were just plain odd. He played with a critically acclaimed psychedelic punk band called The Soft Boys before beginning his solo career in 1981. I recently saw a documentary on him on The Sundance Channel called Sex, Food, Death...& Insects that kind of renewed my interest in him. He plays with Peter Buck of R.E.M. fame these days. You may have noticed him in the photo above.

I love guys like Hitchcock though. They just keep doing there thing without worrying about sales or perception. He has a nice following. He finally got some commercial success in the late eighties when he released Globe of Frogs. WFNX was playing Balloon Man night and day in those days, but I was mesmerized by a song called Vibrating. I have included it for you below. He went on to have a couple of more minor hits, Madonna of The Wasps and So You Think You're in Love specifically, before fading back into relative obscurity by 1992. So obscure in fact that I was able to waltz up to a 7:30 PM show at 7:40 PM, check with box office, and plop down $26.50 for a fourth row center seat. I get inside and the house lights are still on. Perfect! What a treat. I Often Dream of Trains is widely considered to be Robyn Hitchcock's finest hour and I knew he was playing the entire CD during his show this time around. I have to confess I knew Element of Light and Globe of Frogs better, but I read enough critics lists to know that where Hitchcock was concerned I was a novice. I was psyched to hear I Often Dream of Trains as if I had heard it for the very first time. I was not disappointed. Hitchcock was filming his show and when you sit that close you can really check things out you normally couldn't if you were miles from the action. The camera guy was hovering over the piano the whole time. Hitchcock comes out in a shirt with large white polka dots under his suit jacket and top hat. He is a comical performer; constantly telling seemingly nonsensical stories in between songs. It was highly entertaining and recommended. I even witnessed a three man accapella performance during Uncorrected Personality Traits that was probably my first ever. I had a great seat in a tiny venue at a good price, a cold Harpoon IPA and a performer doing what he loves right in front of me. Local scribe Brett Milano was also in attendance. I don't know why, but seeing that guy always makes me think I'm in the right place. If you have any interest in the history of music in Boston check out his book The Sound of Our Town. I was going to blog about it, but I never seem to get around to it. It's well worth reading if you lived it like I did. OK, I've vibrated long enough. Robyn Hitchcock was a lot of fun last night and he just keeps on trucking. Check him out sometime if you get the chance.

Before I begin, let me say that, in my opinion, Smashing Pumpkins produced one the the best CDs of the 1990's in Siamese Dream. I used to absolutely love this band. I can remember hearing Rhinoceros on WFNX here in Boston in early 1991 and instantly taking a liking to it. I recall going to the store the day Mellon Collie & The Infinite Sadness came out securing my copy. I kept on buying Smashing Pumpkins CDs long after the general public had given up on them. I own copies of Adore, Machina/The Machines of God (still in the running for the worst album title ever in my book), Pisces Iscariot (I am a Pisces after all) and Zeitgeist. There can be no doubting my fandom. The thing is; I have to decide whether I'm still as big a fan as I once was or if Smashing Pumpkins are just a shaky live proposition. There's no shame in that really. I've seen a lot of concerts and some bands just can't make the transition live. Other bands don't even try. As I've noted in previous posts two of my favorites, XTC and Steely Dan, have checkered touring histories (in fairness though Steely Dan has righted the ship and tours fairly regularly these days...for them anyway). Even The Beatles, arguably the greatest band in the history of rock music, didn't care much for touring. I don't think this is Smashing Pumpkins issue, but I really struggled with last night's concert at The Wang Center here in Boston. I wish I could say otherwise.

Before the show, in fact before any show in this general vicinity, that I see at The Orpheum, The Wang Center, or The Wilbur Theatre I stopped for dinner at Silvertone Bar & Grill at 69 Bromfield Street near Park Street Station. Long time Bostonians know of this awesome restaurant, but if you've never been there you should check the place out; great food, drink, vibe, service and prices. It's a great place to go before and after any event within a ten block radius. Sometimes it's a victim of its own success as the concert and show traffic collides with the regulars, but if you give yourself enough time nothing is better. Where was I? Oh yeah, Smashing Pumpkins. One of the head honchos over at Silvertone, my friend Josh, always asks me "who you going to see this time?" When I mentioned Smashing Pumpkins we started talking about them. He mentioned that they had 15 great songs and several good ones. He mentioned Bullet With Butterfly Wings. I got to thinking about that and made my own mental list; Rhinoceros, Cherub Rock, Today, Hummer, Mayonnaise, Disarm, Here is No Why, Porcelina of The Vast Oceans, Zero, Muzzle, Tonight Tonight, Ava Adore, Appels + Oranjes, Pug (a HUGE sleeper cut on their catalogue), probably Stand Inside Your Love and my all time favorite; Drown from The Singles Soundtrack. That's a tad more than 15, but Josh had it right. After the initial 15-20 though, the drop is pretty steep. Still, after spending all day yesterday prepping for the concert by listening to Smashing Pumpkins records I was confident that I was still a big fan. This morning I have doubts.

Didn't I just get done saying how I think more bands should play completely different shows in stops where they are playing more than once in a given city? Well, this time it backfired on me. I did a cursory search to find the set list for the show I witnessed last night, but I couldn't find anything definitive so I'm using the set lists from a prior two stop show in Washington, DC. From what I can gather, the set list from the second show was fairly identical to what I witnessed last night. First, I deserve severe criticism for showing up late for the concert. I didn't call the Wang in advance or search the web for evidence of a warm up band. As a veteran concert goer you have to be aware of a venue's predisposition for entertaining rock crowds. If memory serves, The Wang Center was once known as The Music Hall many years ago. I can remember seeing Heart on the Bebe Le Strange Tour in the late 70's or very early 80's there. Take that Sarah Barracuda. Anyway, the building has a long history with rock music. Bob Dylan and The Grateful Dead played there to name just two of thousands. For the last 25 years or so you'd be much more likely to see Jerry Seinfeld, The Nutcracker or 10,000 Maniacs than you would be to see an all out rock band like Smashing Pumpkins. My point is I was guilty of winging it and showing up 45 minutes after the doors opened figuring there would a warm up act. A venue like the Wang Center is more likely to start the show a little earlier so they can get you out of there earlier. The poor ushers were all used to seating, shall we say, a more family friendly crowd. The ones I saw were older (than me!) and wearing concert plugs. This time they were justified. Sadly I can now add this show to the list of shows over the years where I've misjudged and ended up being late. It doesn't happen often and it's every concert goers nightmare, but I was having a good time at Silvertone. What can you do? As it turns out I missed Ava Adore if the Washington, DC set list matches what they played last night, but aside from that 1979 was never a big song for me. We showed up during Soma missing the first six songs. I was on my third or fourth concert inside of two weeks so I wasn't too broken up about it honestly. I had seen the Pumpkins fizzle in the past and I wasn't expecting much here. Be careful what you wish for.

My friend Marc, who attended the show with me, and I caught Cherube Rock, Zero, Bodies, Landslide (I made a beer run, but Marc was happy he caught that one...and I'm the big Fleetwood Mac fan...go figure) and Disarm. Suffice to say that the Pumpkins do not sound in concert like they do in the studio. The wall of noise and distortion overshadows the music to me. I thought the songs were played too fast and that the band was going through the motions a bit. Billy Corgan is an eclectic dude no doubt, but this is his baby. The Pumpkins are the only vehicle he has to shine as far as I can tell. I don't pay much attention to personnel changes I'm ashamed to admit. I know this is a shell of the original Pumpkins, but as long as Corgan is manning the ship you would expect a decent product. From Disarm on we got, as far as I'm concerned, nearly an hour of feedback, banging, speed metal thrashing and very little in the way of melody. Marc and I left before the encore was over. I don't know...yes only three of my top 15-20 Smashing Pumpkins favorites were played, but I'm not that hard to please when it comes to live music. I'm not hypercritical of set lists or covers or rearrangements. All I ask is that I can discern the lyrics and something akin to an actual melody. I really couldn't do either last night so I'm giving this show the thumbs down. Sorry Billy. No offense intended...to anyone. I'm sure there were many Pumpkin fans in attendance last night that enjoyed this show, but I wasn't one of them. I just can't recommend these guys live anymore.

I'm leaving you with Drown since it reminds me of better times with regard to my relationship with Chicago's Smashing Pumpkins. I hope they keep recording, but with ticket prices and the economy these days I think I've bought my last ticket to see them live.

The Set List for Washington, DC 11-12-2008 - Ava Adore, Cupid de Locke, 1979, 99 Floors, Owata, Sunkissed, Soma, Cherub Rock, Zero, Bodies, Crestfallen, I of The Mourning, A Song For a Son, Landslide, Mellon Collie and The Infinite Sadness, Galapogos, Gossamer, As Rome Burns, The Sounds of Silence/Li'l Red Riding Hood/The March Hare/Suffer, Age of Innocence.

Encore - That's The Way (My Love Is), I Am One Part II.

Smashing Pumpkins - Drown.mp3 YSI

OK, let's get the juvenile rock digs out of the way. I know many people, The Giant Panther included, who don't find Australian rockers AC/DC particularly compelling. They're too loud; they're too heavy; they're bad boy image is too juvenile; all of their music sounds the same. I've heard it all and I could care less. I LOVE AC/DC and I don't care if I am 48 years of age. They rock my world. Unfortunately for the masses, most people MIGHT be able to name one song after Back in Black, Shoot To Thrill, You Shook Me (All Night Long), Hells Bells, TNT, It's a Long Way To The Top (If You Wanna Rock & Roll...Thank you School of Rock), Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, Highway To Hell or For Those About To Rock (We Salute You). For me and 20,000 other hard core AC/DC fans at the TD BankNorth Garden last night that is a crying shame. I'm a huge fan of legendary guitarists such as Jimmy Page, Eric Clapton, Keith Richards, Pete Townshend, The Edge and anyone else you'd probably care to name. None of them get me going like Angus Young. I can't explain it and I won't even try. I'm not much of a dancer, but I cannot sit still when this guy is playing his guitar. I'm so glad a camera wasn't on me during last night's rendering of Hell Ain't a Bad Place To Be. It was the second song of the night and I swear I was hollering like some school girl at Paul McCartney. It's quite embarrassing to see a grown man enjoying himself so much. You're going to have to trust me on this. I have to laugh just thinking about it. I must have close to a thousand rock shows under my belt and I swear my level of enjoyment at AC/DC shows borders on the absurd. What a rush. This was my sixth AC/DC concert. For the record I'm noting the dates below for fun...

I'm sure I missed a few over the years, but it doesn't seem like they come around here much anymore. I know the seven year gulf between the last time they played here and last night felt like decades. I went with a couple of long time friends of mine and one of them donned a kilt for the show. I'm not sure exactly why, but two separate TNT chants broke out (Oiy! Oiy!) as we made our way towards our seats and people caught wind of his get up. It was hilarious. Before the show we usually gather at a local establishment owned by a friend of mine called The CharlesMark Hotel on Boylston Street in Back Bay Boston. The place usually caters to the traveling salesman or the families visiting college kids so the music is toned way down to snoozeville most of the time. Every now and then, for special occasions like this concert, my friend Mark will go against the grain and crank out some good old fashioned rock and roll. I love this side of Mark. It's in remission most of the time, but he does have his moments when he lends his bar to our cause. Coupled with our friend Dave the limo driver we do it right for every concert we attend in Boston. So a tip of the hat for Mark from me here...

Like The Rolling Stones, AC/DC is unfortunately bound to play certain songs. The nine I mentioned above are usually wedged into every set to the dismay of folks like me who don't really care if they play them at all anymore. I'm clearly not your average concert goer anymore, but I could subsist exclusively on AC/DC "B" cuts like Rock & Roll Singer, Girl's Got Rhythm, Shot Down in Flames, Down Payment Blues, What's Next To The Moon, Rock & Roll Damnation, Have a Drink On Me, Can't Stand Still, Sink The Pink, Touch Too Much, Rock & Roll Ain't Noise Pollution, What Do You Do For Money, Money Talks, Hard as a Rock, Stiff Upper Lip, Problem Child, Dog Eat Dog, Let's Get It Up, Sin City, Who Made Who, Hold Me Back, This House is On Fire, Burnin' Alive, Whiskey On The Rocks and Jailbreak. In fact, though the concert would reach Springsteenian proportions in length, if they only played these songs I would consider it to be the perfect AC/DC concert. It would be under the radar nirvana for me.

I don't want to start any Blasphemous Rumors, but I'd dump Back in Black, You Shook Me, The Jack, Whole Lotta Rosie, Let There Be Rock, Highway To Hell, and Thuderstruck and For Those About To Rock immediately if I were running the ship. I would keep TNT, Hells Bells, Dirty Deeds, and would get It's a Long Way back into the set as well. If they all sound the same then what's the harm right? You still have to promote the present record, but (and I'm stealing this from an online article I read this morning) AC/DC songs need ten years to mature and become staples of their set according to one fan. It's beer run time for most when the new stuff is played. I go during some of the war horse staples. I realize it's futile to complain about the hits, but I love bands that shuffle the deck and play something different every night. I think that's what made The Grateful Dead so popular. You never knew what you were going to get. People rarely follow bands more than two or three nearby cities in this day and age the way The Dead's following traipsed across the country to see them anymore, but more bands should promote that. It's a great sales gimmick and the artists wouldn't get bored in the meantime. Yeah it's harder to rehearse and recall, but what a draw. It's so fan friendly it seems like a no brainer to me. I don't know why more bands don't do it to be honest, but what do I know?

I'm probably preaching to the converted if anyone is still reading, but AC/DC definitely gets your adrenaline rushing in concert. Go see them if you never have. From Rock 'N Roll Train to the cannons firing in For Those About To Rock it was a spectacle and loads of fun. I don't care how old you are. They rule in my book.

Setlist: 1. Rock 'N Roll Train 2. Hell Ain't A Bad Place To Be 3. Back In Black 4. Big Jack 5. Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap 6. Thunderstruck 7. Black Ice 8. The Jack 9. Hells Bells 10. War Machine 11. Shoot to Thrill 12. Anything Goes 13. You Shook Me All Night Long 14. TNT 15. Whole Lotta Rosie 16. Let There Be Rock Encore: 17. Highway To Hell 18. For Those About To Rock

I know I'm not the only one who wakes up one day, turns on the radio and is numbed by news of the passing of a famous person. This morning was one of those days for me. Let me admit for the record I don't have any feel for the body of work Miriam Makeba produced over her long career as a recording artist. I'm not much for World Beat music, but aside from being a bit of a Top 40 snob, I'd like to think I am very open minded when it comes to "popular" music. If I own anything to be embarrassed about, and I definitely do (hello Ohio Express and every bubblebum pop record I hung my hat on in the late 60's), I'm more likely to embrace my phases more than distance myself from them these days. I was weened on AM Gold (call it 1967-1972 if we have to pin it down) and proud of it. WABC-AM in New York was a monster station in my child hood. Even the school bus driver had it playing in my small New Jersey town of Millington when I was doing the K-4 shuffle. I loved bands like Steppenwolf (a legitimate rock band hiding among the one hit wonder fluff of the day), The Grass Roots, Three Dog Night, The Monkees, The Box Tops, and the early Bee Gees. To this day I'm not ashamed of my fondness for these bands. Slowly but surely the FM dial took over and bands that were shifting the charts toward heavier sounds like The Doors, Cream, Grand Funk Railroad, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Jefferson Airplane, Jimi Hendrix, The Velvet Underground, Big Brother & The Holding Company, Traffic, Led Zeppelin, Mountain and scores of others needed a place to go. What was cool and still deemed AM friendly were bands like Creedence Clearwater Revival, Free, The Kinks, Chicago, Sly & The Family Stone, The Byrds, The Mamas & The Papas, Procol Harum and The Moody Blues. The reason I mention this is because radio was so wide open there was room for diverse artists like Miriam Makeba, Desmond Dekker, Jean Knight, Mungo Jerry, Alive & Kicking, Edison Lighthouse, The Zombies, Tommy James, Hugh Masekela, Chaka Kahn, Ray Charles and the like. Today many of these artists would never see the light of day. It was literally a free for all. I liked it a lot better then. Today you can barely get new and interesting Indie artists played anywhere let alone on the face of new music here in Boston WFNX-FM. It's discouraging.

African born Miriam Makeba's 1967 single "Pata Pata" was a spectacular example of a song with global appeal. Jamiacan born Desmond Dekker's 1968 single "Israelites" was another masterpiece from that era. Cameroon singer Manu Dibango's 1972 single "Soul Makossa" is yet another one that comes to mind. All of these songs got massive radio play back in the day and were ingrained into my brain at an early age. I had almost forgot about Miriam Makeba until one day I was watching the recently cancelled show Las Vegas a couple of years back. That show was famous for resurrecting James Caan and for the parade of ridiculously attractive women; Vanessa Marcil and Molly Sims in particular. If memory serves it used to show on Friday nights (loser alert) at 10 PM and though it may appear that I am friendless I used to videotape (yikes) it so I could watch it later. Since we are getting held up at gun point by cable companies anyway...DVR is a fantastic invention. So I'm mindlessly wasting yet another hour of my life watching Las Vegas when, at the end of one of the episodes, Miriam Makeba's Pata Pata comes on. I had totally forgotten what a great song that is. I hadn't heard it in years. Of course I went and downloaded it within minutes and actually play it on my computer jukebox fairly frequently when reading other sites.

I guess my point here is unfortunately musicians die every day. I can tell you this one touched me with one single song. It's such a feel good song I can't even express it in words. It's kind of funny coming from a guy who listens to Nine Inch Nails, Stabbing Westward and even Marilyn Manson from time to time, but this song will always have a place in my heart. People love to used the phrase "one hit wonder" as if it is something to be ashamed of. How ridiculous. Making ONE great song is something I always wished I could do. It's like a .203 career hitter homering in his only World Series at bat (who is 1976 New York Yankee reserve shortstop Jim Mason). It's something to be celebrated. Miriam Makeba has had a full life of performing music I'll probably never hear, but she made her mark on this music lover. She was performing when her heart gave out at 76 yesterday. Rest in Peace Miriam. You earned it.

This feels like one of those dreams where you show up to class in your underwear. Itunes has a feature that lets you create "smart" playlists. One of the smart playlists lets you track your top 25 most played songs of all time. It's almost like reading someone else's diary if you think about it. I'm surprised at a lot of the songs on this list. I haven't listened to a Rogue Wave song in over a year, but damn I must have been rocking that album hard when it came out.

Some of these songs make sense for me, and some I wouldn't even think to put in my top 50 if I was making a list from scratch. When using hard facts like this smart playlist, my hands are tied on the cool factor. I'm unable to tweak this by adding any kind of obscure noise rock band just to prove I'm worthy of your readership (I actually considered playing a Battles song over and over again until it made the list), or conjure up any visions of me being one of those "hip" people you see walking the streets wearing an outfit that is supposed to look like they don't care, but actually probably took way more effort and money to put together than a normal outfit.

By some minor miracle or act of God, Phil Collins' "Don't Lose My Number" didn't appear in my top 25. So here it is without any edits, and without any shame, my Top 25 most played songs in Itunes.

Last night Warren Haynes and Gov't Mule played The Orpheum Theatre here in Boston. I have seen Gov't Mule roughly ten times now, but I'd have to say I enjoyed last night's show as much as any of them. Like Phish, the Mule love to pay tribute to some of the bands they love when the holidays roll around. This is a really attractive trend for concert goers. We all knew there was something special in the works, but we didn't know what it was going to be. That in turn creates a selling opportunity for the band to the converted. I'm sure you have all come across the buy the concert you just saw on CD on the way out the door trend of the past couple of years. I haven't seen it lately, but I would imagine they haven't yet mastered the technology to the point that they can cut down on the wait after the show. Someone told me at the show last night that the concert we were about to witness will be available to the public in about two weeks. Sure enough, when I checked Gov't Mule's web site this morning a pop up advertisment confirmed it. To illustrate the potential for sales of live concerts I recently bought a copy of Holy Haunted House (thank you Carter Alan of WZLX fame for the tip) by Gov't Mule myself. It is a copy of the show they put on last Halloween in St Paul, MN. Their second set that night was basically a cover of every single song that appears on Led Zeppelin's House of The Holy. Since it'll be a cold day in hell before Led Zeppelin is bumped out of my top three bands of all time I was an easy mark here. In fact I'm listening to Gov't Mule's thirteen plus minute version of No Quarter as I type. Holy Haunted House is worth every penny I spent on this one track alone. I'm sharing it with you below. Enjoy. Now I have to save my pennies for a CD of a show I actually attended. Done and done. It's a pretty neat marketing trick.

Knowing I can usually score a great ticket with a little patience I rarely buy tickets for any event too far in advance. Between Craigslist and Ticketmaster releasing the tickets they sometimes have on hold for god knows who the day of the show, I'm usually in good shape by the time the show starts. Last night wasn't one of my better efforts. I ended up waiting about twenty five minutes in line for the box office to open hoping I would score unused band tickets. I wound up with the same fairly awful tickets I could have bought from Ticketmaster earlier that afternoon; right behind the mixing board about 40 rows from the stage. That never happens to me, but I was determined to get in no matter what because I knew they would play a set of covers. Why that fascinates me is odd I suppose, but I love covers; always have. To put this cavalier approach to ticket buying for this show in perspective last summer I wandered down to South Shore Music Circus in Cohasset, MA to see the Mule play a big top tent. This venue would be my favorite, even with the 45 minute drive, because it is tiny and intimate. The big drawback is that for reasons unknown they don't let you bring any beverages that you might purchase to your seat. That means, after selling you a super sized beer, they hang you out to dry by forcing you to consume it on the fly, in the heat, before entering the tent. They make sure you can't see in as well or everybody would just hang out outside because the vibe is so chill. The stage rotates so nobody is missing anything and aside from the post concert parking lot traffic jams the place is great. I always make one trip down there each summer no matter what. The reason I tell you this story though is because the Mule played there not five months ago before MAYBE 1500 people. I'm no crowd size expert, but the place was empty. I felt awful for a couple of reasons. One, because people have no clue what they are missing and two, because Gov't Mule may never play there again with that kind of turnout. I was embarrassed for the concert going public, but I had a blast. I socialized with a couple of Mule fans I figured I would never see again until I ran into one of them last night. That was kind of comical even though the Mule crowd is very loyal and seeing the same folks at each show is not unusual. They are a lot like the Allman Brothers concert going fans for obvious reasons. They do have Warren Haynes in common after all.

Back to the show; ever see those pictures in US Magazine (I read 'em at the gym for free...lighten up) where they say "Stars - They're Just Like US" as they show Jennifer Aniston picking out cereal or some such mundane task? That is what it feels like when Warren Haynes starts doing his Jimmy Page, or in last night's case David Gilmour, impression. It seems Warren Haynes has the same feelings about Pink Floyd that I do. That's pretty cool. I hear he's an extremely nice man, but this kind of makes me want to support him even more. I'm publishing the set list below, but the house was packed as the Mule lit into their second set last night. The first song was One of These Days from the 1971 Pink Floyd album Meddle. I figured this was the record they were going to play, but aside from a positively sublime version of Fearless, one of my favorite Pink Floyd songs, they didn't play any more from Meddle. They started skipping around. You can follow the set list below, but let me just tell you this was a great show and it's doubtful I could have enjoyed myself more. The whole audience sang like a church choir in unison throughout the whole Pink Floyd set. Happy Halloween indeed. Looks like I chose the treat again. Support Gov't Mule! P.S. Warm up act Back Door Slam was excellent. Blues fans should keep an eye on them.

First Set: Brighter Days, Bad Little Doggie, Brand New Angel, Game Face - Mountain Jam - Game Face, Trane - Third Stone From The Sun - Trane - Eternity's Breath Jam - Trane - St. Stephen, Monkey Hill, Child of The Earth, Kinder Bird Jam - Kind of Bird

Second Set: One Of These Days, Fearless, Pigs On The Wing Part 2, Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Have A Cigar, Speak To Me, Breathe, On The Run, Time, Money, Comfortably Numb, Shine On You Crazy Diamond Reprise, Wish You Were Here

Encore: A Million Miles From Yesterday, Blind Man In The Dark

Alright, I admit it...I'm on a Classic Rock jag lately. It doesn't make me a bad person. Last night The Who came to the Naming Rights For Sale Garden here in Boston. They must have played this parcel of land 20-25 times over the years, but I have no facts to support that claim. I do know that I'm well into double digits when it comes to attending Who concerts. My admiration for The Who, full disclosure here, knows little bounds. I no longer listen to Classic Rock radio or pull out Who's Next, but they are part of my DNA without question. Quadrophenia has got to be my favorite album of all time. Soak that in. I own about 4000 CDs and roughly 1200 albums. While I'm here I'm going to volunteer my top five; Physical Graffiti by Led Zeppelin, The White Album by The Beatles, Exile on Main Street by The Rolling Stones, Quadrophenia by The Who and, until further notice, Elton John's Goodbye Yellowbrick Road. Let the criticism commence. Yes they are all double albums, but that is what makes them so great. It's a list of older records no doubt, but they have yet to be dethroned and I worship an awful lot of music for better or for worse.

It's easy to make jokes about aging Rockers (or Mods for that matter), but aside from maybe U2 & The Rolling Stones, I have yet to see any band continually soldier on with such consistently great performances. You know they have to be sick of playing certain songs, but they still are fantastic in concert. I don't even care what The Who play anymore. If I never see Roger Daltrey swing a microphone or Pete Townshend crank out a windmill chord again it wouldn't bother me in the least. It's kind of comical actually seeing them do it to be honest. But don't be fooled into thinking I won't be wriggling all over town when Angus Young shows up next month in his school boy outfit. These days Who concerts are great excuses for 10-12 friends and I to get together and socialize. Boy did we socialize last night. We had a great turnout and a great night.

There was an article in Classic Rock magazine over the summer declaring 1973 the greatest year in the history of rock. Pink Floyd's Dark Side of The Moon was released. So was David Bowie's Alladin Sane. And Led Zeppelin's House of The Holy. The list reads like a Who's Who (to coin a phrase) of The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame...check it out and you will find other rock classics. Alice Coooper's Billion Dollar Babies. Aerosmith Aerosmith. Lynyrd Skynyrd's Pronounced Leh-nerd Skin-nerd. Genesis' Selling England By The Pound. Black Sabbath's Sabbath Bloody Sabbath. New York Dolls New York Dolls. Iggy & The Stooges' Raw Power. Bruce Springsteen's Greeting From Asbury Park. Roxy Music's For Your Pleasure. And that barely scratches the surface. The argument was pretty compelling. In November of 1973 The Who released Quadrophenia. Words cannot really express my love for this record. Pete Townshend's story telling is at a career peak here. Keith Moon's drumming is flat orgasmic to these ears. John Entwistle's thundering bass in songs like The Real Me is tremendous. The urgency in Roger Daltrey's voice really hits home for me on this record. You hear the phrase Rock Opera tossed around a lot and I'm not even sure I know what that means, but as much as I loved Tommy this CD still blows me away after all these years. I realize I am biased, but it astounds me how overlooked this record is to this day. Even casual Who fans barely know anything beyond Love Reign O'er Me (the first song I'd vote off the island if forced to make a choice). I remember as a kid coming up with $7.99 or whatever double albums used to cost was tough, but it baffles me how the radio keeps playing throwaway cuts like Squeeze Box or You Better You Bet when this CD is jam packed with brilliant music. I remember a couple of years back The Who played the whole record in concert. I sang until I was hoarse and probably embarrassed myself as the folks sitting near me were clearly learning the words for the first time as they stared at me. OK, I've made whatever point I came to make. I'm probably the only loser in the whole world that thinks as highly of this record, but I don't care. I'm going to have a copy right by my side when they lower me that last six feet. And I'm here to tell you that even half The Who still gets it done in concert folks.

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A couple of weeks ago I had occasion to see The Dandy Warhols perform at The Wilbur Theatre here in Boston. The Wilbur Theatre is a firetrap of a playhouse now vying for a piece of the rock concert business mere blocks from the venerable Orpheum Theatre. I've seen hundreds of concerts at The Orpheum over the years, but this was my first Wilbur Theatre concert. There was a small snag with their liquor license, as in they don't have one just yet, so this turned out to be a dry concert. Not my first choice as an Irishman, but I dutifully paid my $5 for bottled water and settled in to my first row dead center mezzanine seat that I bought on my way in. In fairness, it was a Tuesday night and bands literally pour into the Boston market when the kids come back for school. I love this time of year. Anyway, the Wilbur does something I'm not so pumped about on the first floor with the seating. They pull the chairs like some dance club so there is no assigned seating. Even as a young whipper snapper I wasn't much for rushing the stage and getting trapped in a sea of humanity. No alcohol and mezzanine seats are usually a tough combination, but I had a blast at this show. There wasn't a sole blocking my view and I could see everything. As any red blooded American male is wont to do, my eyes were trained on Suicide Girl model Zia McCabe working the keyboards and other fun stuff. She was having fun it seemed to me. Sometimes bands go through the motions, but I didn't get that impression on this night. The Dandies are trippy, no doubt, and their CDs can be hit or miss, but I'm a big fan and Welcome To The Monkey House is their best album in my opinion. Dandy Warhols Come Down and 13 Tales From Urban Bohemia might get some votes, but this CD is their most complete. I've successfully recommended this CD to one of my old high school buddies who lives in Jacksonville, FL and he took to it right away. That is not easy. I have had some trouble getting him to listen to many of the records I recommend because he's got no point of reference and listening to new music takes work. Amazingly, not everybody has the patience for that plus Jacksonville is not exactly a musical hotbed unless you count Molly Hatchet. Don't laugh. Ahhh, Gator Country...

Radio is flat useless for promoting anything off the beaten path these days and if you aren't combing the trade rags for Indie reviews or different music you'll just have to be content to buy the new U2 and make the dreaded conversion to talk radio. Honestly, is anything more mundane? ZZZZZZZZ. I'd rather have a book read to me than listen to Johnny Moron pontificate (note to self...YOU are Johnny Moron) about anything because he or she has too much time on his hands. Bands like the Dandy Warhols have MySpace, touring and college radio at best to make a name for themselves. It's a massive struggle. Well, I'm here to tell you this CD is a blast. The Dandies hail from Portland, Oregon and count The Beatles and My Bloody Valentine as a couple of their influences. I must have listened to this CD 200 times since I bought it in 2003 and every time I dust it off I get a big kick out of it. Consider adding it to your collection. I'm leaving you with I Am Over It. Go see these folks play. It's a lot of fun.

I decided today to try and tackle Ulysses again, for about the eighth time since I bought the book. Joyce was known for use of stream of consciousness writing, so I figure it might be fun to try a full post of whatever songs pop up in a mental chain (and with the help of Itunes handy search box). Shouldn't be hard to figure out how these songs connect, as I put little to no thought into it (I think that's the point).

I remember we tried this writing style a few times in class, we were supposed to keep the pen on the paper without picking up or stopping, and just write whatever popped into our heads. HTML code and uploading files to free hosting servers is very un-stream of consciousness, so I think I'll do all the typing now, and then handle the dirty work.
Here goes...



MP3: Simple Minds - Glittering Prize - YSI

I woke up this morning with this song stuck in my head, what better way to start my post. I've always loved how this song just starts right away, no intro, no fade in, gets right to the point. This album is a classic, if you only know Simple Minds from Breakfast Club, do yourself a favor and pick this one up. "Shine on, shine your light on me"..

From New Gold Dream - Buy Here

MP3: Pavement - Gold Soundz - YSI

Any song using a z instead of an s gets an automatic thumbs up in my book. If you don't know Pavement, this is the best tune to start out with, off their second album. I eased my way in to Sonic Youth and others via Pavement, one of the best of the early 90s.

From Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain - Buy Here

Mp3: Broken Social Scene - Ibi Dreams Of Pavement - YSI
Every BSS song is unique and somehow manages to cram in layer after layer without ever getting muddy. This song teeters on muddy, but never steps in it.

From Broken Social Scene - Buy Here

MP3: The Beta Band - Broken Up Adingdong - YSI
Beta Band is one of those bands that reassures you no matter how wacked out they may get, you can rest assured they will remain cool. This song and album are no exception.

From The Beta Band - Buy Here

MP3: Band Of Bees - No Trophy - YSI
Has a laid back dub feel from a bunch of white English guys. They went on to change their name to The Bees, probably for legal reasons, in my opinion Band Of Bees was way better. There aren't that many living creatures left to start a "Band Of" band name, so if you're starting a band, jump on "Band Of Armadillos" while it's still available. Forget wolf names too, they are all used up.

From Sunshine Hit Me - Buy Here

MP3: The Octopus Project - Bees Bein' Strugglin' - YSI
I don't typically get into instrumental bands on the whole, but The Octopus Project is an exception, they always craft songs that are dynamic enough to keep me interested, even if there aren't vocals. Hey Octopus, there's a good creature name to use, great job.

From Hello, Avalanche - Buy Here

Interpol - Say Hello To The Angels - YSI
I still remember the first time I grabbed this album, was thinking to myself "there is finally going to be good music again". That was also around the same time it was still considered cool to wear a "Turn On The Bright Lights" t-shirt. Sorry Newbury Comics guy, everybody knows about Interpol now, you may have to move on.

From Turn On The Bright Lights - Buy Here

MP3: Temple Of The Dog - Say Hello To Heaven - YSI
Talents from two of the best alternative rock, grunge rock, whatever you want to call it bands of all time.

From Temple Of The Dog - Buy Here

Mp3: The Slip - Jumby - YSI
If you don't know The Slip, start picking up albums as quickly as you can get them. These guys make some of the best unclassifiable music out there. If I had to take a stab, I guess mix Jazz with Jam Band to start.

From Angels Come On Time - Buy Here

MP3: Talking Heads - Slippery People - YSI
This song has always reminded me of sex for some reason. I think it may have been used in an 80s movie during a sex scene, but it always just had a dirty feeling to me. This by the way is one of the best albums of all time in my humble opinion, featuring my favorite song of all time, "This Must Be The Place". I own it on special edition clear vinyl, but too scared to play it.

From Speaking In Tongues - Buy Here

MP3: The Ponys - Small Talk - YSI
To be honest I don't know much about the Ponys, but their songs are dark and remind me of Sonic Youth, Pixies etc, and that is a good thing. I'm done with my first Stream Of Consciousness Shuffle, as I had hoped, I came across a few tunes I haven't listened to in a long time and I'm glad I did. I've talked about this at length with John (see his Insipid Record Collection posts), and sometimes we both feel like we have just too much music to cram it all in (wah). This was a great exercise in uncovering some of that music, hope you enjoyed.

From Turn The Lights Out - Buy Here

I know I've been writing about some older records lately, but you'll have to trust me when I tell you that I'm all over the road. I grew up in New Jersey, but that has nothing to do with my affinity for this band. I was doing my weekly scan of The Boston Phoenix Thursday looking for great shows in small venues when I came across a listing for a recently reunited 80's band called The Feelies at The Roxy that caught my eye. I did a double take because I didn't even know they had reformed. I checked the ticket stub in the back of one of their last CDs and found out I hadn't seen these guys since May of 1991 at Berklee Performance Center here in Boston. 17 years ago. Man that's a lot of time. I ran into a woman I used to see at all the great shows back in the day. She's married to a photographer of local fame now. It reminded me of the crowd I used to run with. As you get older time checks like these seem to seep into your consciousness without notice and this was one of those moments. I just can't help myself when a show like this presents itself. It's come to the point that I can't seem to find a single person my age to tag along to great shows like this one for the sheer beauty of live music so I attended alone. It's not the first time and it won't be the last. I can honestly say that this show might have been the tiniest turnout of a name band I have ever seen. My guess is 300 people tops. The Roxy probably holds 1500 give or take a Fire Marshall. It was kind of sad actually. I had plenty of bar space (too much it seems judging by my inactive Sunday). I'd seen Buddy Guy, Robert Cray and Calexico there in the past and could barely get a drink. Not this time. It was just the type of concert I enjoy attending these days. Plenty of air and elbow room. I think I celebrated my find a little too lustily though. The Feelies put on a great show and sounded terrific. For $26 I scored big. I'm so glad I caught that listing in time.

The Feelies are descendents of The Velvet Underground. They even cover What Goes On at the end of the record. Nobody sounds like Lou Reed or anything, but they play a very easy on the ears style. I've long been a fan of theirs. They say that R.E.M. was influenced by their first release Crazy Rhythms. You can tell. They have four proper releases on the market to my knowledge and Only Life is their third. They are all good. They flew completely under the record buying radar though they consistently earned well deserved critical acclaim. You know a band is pretty good when nobody can really agree on which record is their best. Another end to end classic that was released in 1988, Only Life is a solid record. If they ever had any radio airplay, this was the CD that carried the flag for them. I just love sorting my database by year to see what bands were up against for competition at the time of their release in question. Only Life was up against some awesome music at the time. R.E.M. - Green. The Church - Starfish. The Godfathers - Birth, School, Work, Death. Jane's Addiction - Nothing's Shocking. Robyn Hitchcock - Globe of Frogs. Midnight Oil - Diesel and Dust. Morrissey - Viva Hate. Peter Murphy - Love Hysteria. Lou Reed - New York. Patti Smith - Dream of Life. Shriekback - Go Bang! Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation. The Waterboys - Fisherman's Blues. The Smithereens - Green Thoughts. Siouxsie & The Banshees - Peep Show. Iggy Pop - Instinct. The Proclaimers - Sunshine On Leith. Edie Brickell - Shooting Rubberbands at The Stars. U2 - Rattle and Hum. Public Enemy. NWA. Whoa. How does anyone make it this business! I don't want to go toe to toe with each of these records, but I can tell you that this record is very good and holds its own even in this company. Just because I couldn't find one single Feelies fan to attend the show with doesn't mean this CD doesn't stand the test of time. I'm leaving you with the single Higher Ground. Hope you like it and pick this one up.

Back there when I was in seminary school, there was a person there who put forth the proposition that you can petition the lord with prayer...sorry Jim. I just meant that many moons to the south I was a twenty something music junkie and I was listening to XTC early and often. The first time I heard Making Plans For Nigel I was hooked no questions asked. Then came Senses Working Overtime. Life Begins at The Hop. Generals and Majors. Sgt Rock (is Going To Help Me). Not in any particular order mind you; I was just soaking them in via my post college crappy restaurant job network of music lovers. XTC was sort of presented to us then as the UK Steely Dan. Say no more I said. You didn't often see their photos. They didn't tour (at least by time I was aware of them). They were different. Drums and Wires had a cool color sketch on the album cover. I wanted in. They were mysterious. They were cool. I was a big fan in what seemed like five notes. That just didn't seem to happen often to me.

Around 1984 the hits stopped coming for some reason. The Big Express was a commercial flop (though it is critically acclaimed in some circles) and the record company wanted more radio friendly singles. Enter Todd Rundgren. The Eclectic Wizard; A True Star. Andy Partridge wanted no part of him if the rumors are true, but off to Woodstock the lot of them went. I've never been to Woodstock, but I'd love to see the site of Max Yasgur's Farm or the land where Music From Big Pink was recorded. I know Bob Dylan and others found refuge there, but the mystic of the place is legend. During the sessions Colin Moulding allegedly quit and came back the next day. Suffice to say there was tension. The result, for me anyway, was stupendous. If memory serves XTC's alter ego, The Dukes of Stratosphere, were shortly pushing their own CD around the same time as Skylarking. I believe that took some of the edge off because some of the band members were able to express other ideas separately in another forum. By the way, if you like The Beatles, like 97% of everyone who ever lived, check out The Duke's Chips From The Chocolate Fireball. In fact go download The Mole From The Ministry right now. What a great track that is...anyway, to put a bow on Skylarking...this record is fantastic. I know many of you will only know the throwaway track "Dear God" that really catapulted this CD into the fore, but "Mermaid Smiled (the track removed and replaced with Dear God when Virgin/Geffen records figured out Dear God had sales potential)" or any other track on this CD is just as good. Skylarking is one of those CDs where you have to listen to it end to end. In theory you could swoop in and grab "Earn Enough For Us" or "That's Really Super, Super Girl" and feel like you've grabbed the best tracks on this CD, but that would be a mistake. People might complain about Todd Rundgren's heavy production on this recording, but I'm not one of them. It's just gorgeous. 21 years later it still finds it's way into my CD player. Hopefully you'll agree. Oranges and Lemons is terrific as well, but Skylarking is XTC's masterwork.