The Giant Panther

I can remember being sooo into The Psychedelic Furs. I remember hearing Susan's Strange, We Fall and Sister Europe from their first album and thinking how cool these guys were. In 1981, when their second album Talk Talk Talk hit the streets, I was working as a line cook at TGI Fridays on Newbury Street in Boston. At the time there was a lot of students from Boston College and MIT working their way through school there as I was. I was getting exposed to all kinds of music at work. One guy was a David Bowie freak, but that wasn't so unusual really. Unfortunately his best work was behind him by then. The Clash was huge then, but they were nearly done by then too. The local college radio stations, which I had paid precious little attention to after having been cut from DJ tryouts at Emerson, WZBC and WMBR, were playing different sounds and my co-workers were turning me onto them daily. I still loved Van Halen and mainstream AOR radio, but I also loved the new stuff. Still do. I know it's hard to tell by this blog sometimes. Just let me get it all out of my system and you'll eventually find this to be true. I just loved The Furs sound and Richard Butler sound like absolutely no one else in rock. This group was happening back in the day and I was definitely riding the wave.

I was in love with a cocktail waitress at T.G.I. Fridays in the spring of 1981 and while I really don't think she ever knew, I was totally paralyzed by her in every way. I'm still kind of bummed to this day that she didn't catch on to my sophomoric crush on her, but that's obviously on me. In fairness she was dating someone else of course, but Love Stinks, especially at that age. Forgetting about my schoolboy crush for a moment, after every shift we used to sit down for our free pitchers of beer and talk it over with the tunes blaring. No publicly owned restaurant could ever get away with this today of course, but at least we were located in the heart of the city and the majority of us were on foot so it was relatively cool. Sometimes we'd be there until 3AM plus. The cleaning crew was working the graveyard shift so the place really never closed. My favorite thing about working there, besides the women, was that they used to let us play the house sound system loud when we setting up or closing up. In those days, bands like the Psychedelic Furs or Echo & The Bunnymen were considered avantgarde. You'd never hear stuff like that when the public was dining in the restaurant. Today stuff that was popular then like Human League's Don't You Want me and The Clash's Rock The Casbah are considered harmless elevator music, but back then it was radical. When I first heard the song Pretty in Pink by The Psychedelic Furs I just loved it. Every time I heard the song and some girl was wearing pink I'd be in some kind lovesick zone. It was quite comical actually, but the song always reminds me of my youth to this day. I'm still a big fan of The Furs.

Pretty in Pink is a song that many of you, like me, have heard over 10,000 times. When that happens it loses something. Very few songs can stand that type of repeated air play. For me there are many songs I never ever get tired of hearing, but I'd prefer to hear them less and less these days. Too many other options out there. I often think, when I hear The Who's Baba O'Reilly for instance, how great that song is to have withstood that much exposure. I reach for Talk Talk Talk more than I reach for Who's Next, but there can be no discussion about which record is greater. In fact I have a Hall of Fame full of records that I no longer really play. I know every note and lyric, but I have other music I'm interested in exploring. It's kind of funny that my jukebox software (I'm still using MusicMatch Jukebox even though it's been deleted, unsupported and absorbed by an inferior product...by the way I'm open to suggestion if anyone has found a non iTunes product that has real functionality...I can only keep using this as long as I don't upgrade my operating system...I've got three years max I figure) is sorted by artist and I just punch in a random letter and start browsing. That is how I decide what to listen to. I don't even see the artwork prior to pushing play. That was a key factor for me in the old days in deciding what to buy and or what to play when I was browsing my own collection. Great artwork created an interest in some records that wouldn't necessarily be there otherwise in some cases for me. I really miss that since the advent of the compact disc.

Getting back to The Furs I was able to see them, in the front row no less, on August 6, 1987 on Boston Common. I used to play softball in the field nearby and listen to any number of artists while I tried not to drop fly balls. The reason I mention this show is I took one of my best friends to the show (who didn't know The Furs from a hole in the wall) and Richard Butler came off the stage and stood up on a vacant chair and sang, coincidentally enough, Pretty in Pink while using my friend's shoulder for balance. Pretty cool. Too bad for the fool who thought it was a good idea to use the john huh? I'm leaving you with my absolute favorite cut on Talk Talk Talk. It's called Dumb Waiters (fitting for reliving my Fridays days I suppose). It represents some of the great urgency The Furs once had before they started hitting the ballads. I saw them maybe three times, but the last time was a reunion gig about two years ago at the old Avalon in Boston. The Alarm, The Fixx and The Furs (in that order). I had a blast. The Furs were as good as ever. Don't you just love live music? I can never get enough of it. I'm going to a show tonight in fact. More on that tomorrow.

Over the President's Day Weekend, in between Stimulus Bill rhetoric, I was listening to a lot of my favorite singles from the 1990's. My list of songs I want to blog about is getting pretty long now, but I actually spent a lot of time relinking the songs I had already blogged about. I apologize to those of you who came and found the links dead after less than six months (yet another of my pet peeves), but I was unaware. The site I host my links on sometimes goes down, I'm assuming from the volume, and it exasperates me to no end. It's not the interruption of service so much as the download count. Since I get so few comments I have no other way to track the number of visitors I get. When my download figures get knocked back to zero I easily lose the mental count to see if a particular post has been successful. While that is frustrating I recently discovered another issue that crushes me.

It must have taken me nearly two hours to relink everything dating back to October, but the only reason I did it is because I discovered that any link over two months old, once fractured by downed service, is considered dead by the host because, in its eyes, nobody has downloaded the link in that time. Translated, every time I lose service now, anything over two months old will just disappear. That really depresses me I have to tell you. I know the service is free, but I've got believers (kidding). I try to be vigilant, but if you discover a dead link here please let me know OK? I'll bet those other links were dead for ten days or more. I just never knew. Arrrrghhh....

About 18 years ago, a guy named Mark Griffin, better known as MC 900 FT Jesus, released a single called The City Sleeps. I loved it the very first time I heard it. It's essentially a rap over a drum machine (at least I think it's a drum machine) about a serial arsonist. The lyrics and the imagery are great. I don't have all the facts, but I'm pretty sure MC released three records between 1989 and 1994. This one comes from Welcome To My Dream in 1991. I bought the CD single after my first listen, but I found the full length CD in a cut out bin about a year ago finally. I hesitate to call any artist a one hit wonder as previously noted, but I haven't heard anything that compares to this song in his catalogue. On top of that, there isn't a heckuva lot of information out there about him. No matter. Dallas can be proud of this export as far as I'm concerned. I'll be mixing this song into my own personal play lists for another two decades the way I feel about it. It's definitely one of the top alternative tracks of the 90's for my money. I hope you like it too.

You think about your one hit wonder bands and there is always a caveat. Well, they weren't REALLY one hit wonders...there was always a couple of back up cuts that diehard fans felt eliminated said artist from that particular discussion. I was just hanging around at One Hit Wonder Central and I took a quick gander at their Top 100 One Hit Wonder list for fun and games. Some of you folks might be a tad young to remember, but number two was Tighter, Tighter by Alive & Kicking (check), Fijid Pink's version of House of The Rising Sun at number four (check), Bobby Bloom's Montego Bay at number six (check), Edison Lighthouse's Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes at number eleven (check), The Divinyls I Touch Myself at number twelve (check) and Soho's Hippy Chick at number thirteen (check). No issues there at all. I was impressed with Norman Greenbaum's Spirit in The Sky, David & David's Welcome To The Boomtown, Sugarhill Gang's Rapper's Delight, Autograph's Turn Up The Radio, Blue's Image's Ride Captain Ride (although Pay My Dues was a great "B" Side) and Mungo Jerry's In The Summertime as selections as well. This is when a couple of semi questionable selections start to creep in; Jimmy Eat World's The Middle. Big Country's In a Big Country (Fields of Fire was a definitely a minor hit, but we're splitting hairs here I suppose). They righted the ship with Lipps Inc's Funky Town, Marmalade's Reflections of My Life, R. Dean Taylor's Indiana Wants Me and Dee-Lite's Groove is in The Heart. But then things deteriorated with Devo's Whip It, Gary Numan's Cars and Mountain's Mississippi Queen. No Way on all three counts. Anyone with a lick of rock & roll sense knows, at the very least, Mongoloid, Down in The Park and Theme For An Imaginary Western disqualifies those three acts on the spot. Anyway...

One hit wonder discussions are the life blood of the crossroads of where pop fluke meets real artist. I'd kill to have written Turning Japanese, Come On Eileen, The Rapper, Venus, Time of The Season, Vehicle or Tainted Love, but I'm just a consumer. I can't imagine what a real artist who thinks his tune is one of several great songs must angst over. At the end of the day the 80's seem to have this amazing aura about them that I guess I just didn't grasp while I was living them. I knew Punk sort of gave way to the Synth of A Flock of Seagulls and the quasi polished Punk of Billy Idol, but I never really separated a great song from a genre. To a certain degree I still don't. My Way Back Machine song today is Peter Godwin's Images of Heaven. It is such a one hit wonder that I couldn't find anything remotely redeeming on his Greatest Hits record released years later. In fact, much like Lene Lovich's New Toy (Please don't confuse her with a one hit wonder artist as she has several good tracks in her catalogue) there wasn't even an album to attach the song to. Usually you can at least affix a great track to a overrated album, but not this one. I don't care who thinks I'm a slug for loving this song to be honest. I thought a lot of it then and I think a lot of it now. I play it too much at the gym in fairness. If I lost it for a couple of years I'd love it even more I think.

This posting, in fact. might be my way of excising it from my decades long play list. After all 1982 was a freakin' QUARTER CENTURY AGO! I swear, when you folks are on the verge of turning 49 as I am next month you will understand. At least I know I'm not alone in respecting this African born one hit wonder artist. David Bowie covered a Peter Godwin song called Criminal World on his mega smash Let's Dance in 1983 (yeah...I know what you're thinking...doesn't that make him a two hit wonder by definition?...ah, no...ever hear David Bowie's version on the radio?). Bet Peter didn't mind that one iota. He had a one hit wonder AND a piece of one of the hottest selling records of all time. Good for him I say. He earned it. Today he's an acclaimed author, but once upon a time...And there's nothing I can do, the camera made you, and there's nothing I can do, 'cause you don't exist, you don't exist...just Images of Heaven. The actual value of the music of the decade of the 80's is a bit overvalued for the moment, but when I hear this song on Leftover Lunch or my Sony iPod (sic) I always get a bit psyched. For whatever reason, it does the job for me. I hope it does for you too. For a Synth Pop song it has balls and that's a rare animal indeed. Just don't look for a comeback anytime soon though. I'm sure he doesn't want to jeopardize his one hit wonder status. Ya think?

It's been a busy week and I'm just catching up so I'll probably rapid fire a few posts out the next couple of days. I've got about ten things I want to blog about, but sometimes things happen and the timing of them supersedes everything. Last Tuesday I took in The Heartless Bastards show at Great Scott in Allston, MA. I'd link you to their site, but they don't put nearly enough effort into it so you'll have to take my word for it that it exists. I hadn't been there in FOREVER, but it's a good venue. Especially when you had room to move and enjoy the concert.

A little background on this show. I promised to suspend drinking for the month of January for no particular reason other than to drop a few pounds. Mission accomplished. 33 days, 15 pounds and $500 in bar bills saved later I was ready for The Heartless Bastards show. February 3rd turned out to be my re-entry into the stratosphere. I sat out the Superbowl even though I was eligible and had visions of extending it another two weeks when the show came up like a high hurdle at a track meet. White Men Can't Jump. My friend Marc and I decided to take in the show even as a minor four to six inch snow storm hit The Hub. It was a mere dusting as snow storms around here go and I was never in question, but you never know how someone else is going to view the conditions. Fortunately Marc was game. We strolled in around 11 PM and no sooner had we ordered a round the music began. I dream of timing like that. Great Scott is nice dive bar and I felt right at home instantly. It's not for crowds of over 200 people, but the snow storm held down the traffic and the sound was great. Now mind you, the only time I got to actually SEE the band was when I used the men's room, but outside that restrooms you could see very well. Once you were there though you were there and there wasn't exactly waitress service back there. I spent the entire show about 25 yards from the action with a limited view, but I didn't mind. Some folks from Austin, TX were there on a whim and filled me in on Erica Wennerstrom's love life and subsequent relocation. Stupid me; not being up on the personnel and city changes. No matter. I didn't even notice from a musical standpoint, but I don't want to offend any former members. I was socializing my brains out as usual and had a great time at the show. I really like Austin, TX too. It's young and vibrant and caters to the Blues. What else is there?

I think my friend Marc, who didn't come out of his shoes over the Heartless Bastards when I first mentioned them and loaded them on his iPod, but I think he benefited from seeing them live. Their new record, The Mountain, was just recently released and once again the critics (I don't consider myself a critic by any stretch...I'm a fan, period) are relatively favorable. I have listened to this records maybe ten times so far and I'm having trouble picking a clear favorite. Some would consider this a bad thing, but not me. That means it's pretty steady for my money. This band is going to have a hard time topping Stairs and Elevators in my mind, but this seems like a step back in the right direction versus All The Time (their second CD). Note to Erica; I want to hear you rocking. I was to hear that great urgency in your voice straining to hit the notes. Blues are almost ballads by definition sometimes, but I want rockin' Blues. I think this band has a lot of potential and Austin, TX is the perfect place for them. Chicago, Memphis, and Clarkesdale were probably the only alternatives. I'm looking for growth in the coming years. I hope they can sustain. Buy The Mountain and go see this band if you like a great female lead vocal on top of a solid working garage blues band. I'm talking to YOU Austin, TX. Enjoy...

P.S. Don't miss The Heartless Bastards National TV debut on David Letterman Tuesday the 10th! That's this Tuesday at roughly 11:35 PM EST.

Heartless Bastards - The Mountain.mp3

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I'm not going to say I was a huge Rockabilly, Psychobilly or even a turbo Cramps fan, but the death of Eric Lee Purkhiser recently was a real shame. Eric, or Lux Interior as he was better known, was a real pioneer. His band, The Cramps, were a ground breaking act in that their brand of in your face Halloween horror rock sort of merged with an Elvis Presley tinged glam humor and created a real force in the 70's. They incorporated garage, punk, rockabilly and surf music in their act, but it was the energy that people responded to if the legend is true. I never saw The Cramps myself and I regret it now, but I did respect what they did. My friend Rick turned me onto Human Fly (I spell that F-L-Y), Goo Goo Muck and Bikini Girls With Machine Guns around 1990. I recently turned my friend Marc onto those songs and he was wildly enthusiastic. Thanks Rick. That literally makes my day.

I'm not going to go into a long diatribe on the effect Lux and his wife Poison Ivy (Kristy Wallace) had on my life, but it's kind of cool, if the story is true, that they met while Ms Wallace was hitchhiking in some spike heels and Lux picked her up. I don't know if it is also true that she helped fund the band initially with money she had made as a dominatrix, but why spoil a great legend if it isn't? Rockabilly has long battled the stigma of sounding dated. Think Lenny & Squiggy and greasers with cigarettes twisted up in their white tee short sleeves. I have to admit I didn't want anything to do with The Stray Cats when they burst on the scene in the early eighties, but I did like Robert Gordon's (My Girl is) Red Hot (You're Girl Ain't Doodley Squat). But Rockabilly was wildly important and probably still is. There is SUCH a fine dotted line from Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins & Elvis Presley to Bill Haley & Gene Vincent & Johnny Cash to Chuck Berry and on to The Rolling Stones. I know it sounds kind of ludicrous, but there is your road map with a half dozen artists missing. I recently downloaded a CD called Red Hot Rockabilly For Ice Cool Cats and it hit me; as much as I hate to admit being wrong about this genre all these years, I'm a Rockabilly fan. I used to walk around saying I hated Country music and as I've gotten older I realize that's not even close to being true. I still struggle with Jazz, but I'll go see it live any time. I guess I've learned not to be so rigid and judgmental in my old age. I'm still not much for today's Top 40, but I'm always listening to something a little out there. You'd think I'd be listening to The Cramps (speaking of out there) right now wouldn't you? No, that was earlier, the correct Jeopardy response would be Who is My Bloody Valentine? Just gettin' in the mood for another quiet Valentine's Day I guess...

Lux Interior was more than a front man and entertainer. He was an icon to millions and a trailblazer. Headlining in the 70's at CBGB's and Max's Kansas City right along with Patti Smith and Television is a long way from Sacramento and Akron. This man will be missed. Rest in Peace Eric.

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Sometimes I think if you broke it down by country the lion's share of my music is of British origin. The British Invasion generally refers to the early Sixties as a rule, but I don't really think it ever stopped. I'm not one of those rock fans who has to know where the band came from before I decide if I like them or not. I'm just a fly by the seat of my pants consumer. I can remember a time when album artwork was a minor factor in my inclination to plunk down the ungodly amount of $6.98 for a mid Seventies record, but I got over it. Of course today we buy CDs and many times the artwork never makes it out of the jewel box. I can no longer see the fine print explaining the history behind the recording now anyway with my reading glasses. It's frustrating for sure, but you get used to it. Just don't try to dine in low lighting without them unless you just want to order what the waiter just identified the daily special. Everyone likes the "compact" part of compact disc, but the loss of album artwork and its mysterious effect on the record buying public is something to be mourned.

I don't exactly know what possesses bands to try and remove the "UK" from their name once whatever US based band name conflict has been resolved, but I don't like it. You would think bands like the Charlatans UK and The Chameleons UK would wear the "UK" proudly. It sure does take the guess work out of where they come from right? It even sounds cooler. The Chameleons and The Charlatans are going by their non "UK" names these days (if they are going at all) and I'm not sure what the benefit is. Is it cheaper to make t-shirts with two less letters? They sound like they've been neutered to me. Once you go "UK" you can never go back. That's my motto (among others). OK, now that one of my pet peeves is out in the open let's talk cool alternative rock songs for $500 Jack.

The advent of the compact disc sort of immortalized a lot of these under the radar bands. By that I mean they are digitized for evermore. I can recall for a decade or more many lost classics were never available on CD. Sometimes the artist wasn't satisfied with the condition of the master tapes. Sometimes the labels were shooting themselves in their collective foot and sometimes the tapes were just plain missing, but a CD seems so much more permanent than some reel to reel tape to me. With that an avalanche of bands like The Chameleons UK were able to have what I consider to be a more permanent footprint in rock history. The CDs might go out of print, but at least there is a pristine copy out there somewhere if someone wants it badly enough. Albums got all scratched and neglected (not mine of course) and tapes are an even more shaky proposition. How are all those mixed tapes doing today that you made in the 80's and 90's? Pretty soon we won't be able to buy a machine to play them on I figure. The CD itself will probably be obsolete in ten years, but once they are converted to the MP3 format it shouldn't matter much in our lifetime. But that is not what I came to talk about today (if you can believe that coming from a tangent king)...

There were a handful of 80's and 90's "alternative rock" songs (whatever that means) that came from short lived acts on small labels that became hard to locate as the years went by. I can remember this Manchester band breaking up shortly after releasing their third album, Strange Times, back in 1986. I have to admit right here and now that I didn't buy this record then. It was only years later, after I kept hearing Swamp Thing on WFNX in the 90's, that I made it my mission to own this song. It is an exquisite piece of music for my money. It is ethereal, gothic, melancholy and gorgeous all at once. It is the kind of song that once made you buy a $16.99 import for a single track. It was that good. Fortunately the CD is very good as a whole and it led me to investigate their previous effort, Script of The Bridge, as well. I just checked the preaching to the choir review section of The Chameleons UK & Strange Times and you'd think they were the most influential band of all time. We know that is not true, but Swamp Thing is absolutely one of the greatest alternative rock songs you will ever come across. The fact that you didn't hear it that often and that is was hard to come by only adds to its mystique. I hope you see and hear it the way I do. Enjoy.

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Since I was nine years of age when Midnight Cowboy was a box office smash, my first real exposure to Harry Nilsson was when his cover of Badfinger's Without You turned into instant AM Gold in 1971. Of course that is not altogether true since Harry penned "One" by Three Dog Night which was massive hit in 1970. I also watched about 1000 hours of The Courtship of Eddie's Father featuring Bill Bixby, but I didn't know the theme song for the TV Show was "Best Friend" by Harry Nilsson either at the time. His cover of Everybody's Talkin' netted Nilsson a Grammy Award and seemed to put him on the map in 1969, but Harry Nilsson didn't start really believing in his talent until he was endorsed by John Lennon who mentioned that he thought highly of him in an interview. They would go on to be infamous drinking companions later in the decade, but this is all about me (kidding!). Songs like Nilsson's version of Without You, Rod Stewart's cover of Tim Harding's Reason To Believe and other sappy fare like Climax's Precious and Few or Terry Jacks' Seasons in The Sun hit me like a ton of bricks as I was discovering the opposite sex for the first time. I couldn't have been more than 12 or 13 years old, but I was having serious anxiety attacks regarding who I would be sitting next to at lunch. At night behind closed doors? Forget it. Aside from my 3rd grade teacher Ms Conomos, my first quasi mutual love affair (sans the sex of course) was a girl named Valerie. I couldn't live if living was without her....or so Harry said. Oh the drama in those days. Never even kissed her if memory serves...story of my life as it turns out I'm afraid...

Nilsson Schmilsson came out in 1971. I think I owned about six records in those days; Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits Volume I, The Best of Tommy James & The Shondells, The Rolling Stones' Let It Bleed, The Boxtops Greatest Hits, Donovan's Barabajagal, and The Beatles Let It Be. Not a bad starter kit if I don't say so myself looking back on it. I also had around 100 45 rpm records that I foolishly sold at a garage sale around that time so I could buy baseball cards. Who needs vintage Beatles 45s when you could own two copies of Yankees catcher Jake Gibbs' baseball card? If you said "who?" I wouldn't blame you. Goodbye Glad All Over by The Dave Clark Five. So long Ball of Confusion by The Temptations. Everything must go! Idiot. My point here is my Album Oriented Rock (AOR) days had yet to be realized so being cognizant of Harry Nilsson's Nilsson Schmilsson was not an option yet. I remember a kid named Don that I went to middle school with in rural NJ turning me onto several records simultaneously in the mid seventies. My recollection of those days is understandably foggy, but I remember our music teacher, Mrs Pritchard, was unbelievably cool about letting us listen to contemporary rock music back in the day. Suddenly I was keenly aware of Yes' Fragile, Black Sabbath's Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, Led Zeppelin IV, Aerosmith's Toys in The Attic, the debut Kiss album, Don McLean's American Pie and Nilsson Schmilsson. The rest is history. At the expense of nearly everything of material value and a nice savings account I was spending my brains out on music. Not a lot has changed in 35 plus years I have to tell you.

OK, I'm going to tighten this up now. Many of you are familiar with the song "Coconut" from this record, but the best track on it has always been "Jump Into The Fire." Some of you may have first heard it when it was featured in the movie Goodfellas (a long time favorite of this blogger), but I was already very familiar with it. We used to have these no touch dances in middle school, but the cranky principal, with whom I was on a first name basis strangely enough, was cool about letting us play our music while we tried to work up the courage to ask our favorite classmates to dance. We used several songs that started fast and ended slow or vice versa. Stairway To Heaven, American Pie, Roundabout and Jump Into The Fire seemed to fit into that category. It was debatable if you could dance to any of them frankly, but we definitely tried. These are four iconic songs, but 35 plus years down the road I can barely listen to classic rock staples like Stairway To Heaven and Roundabout because they've been seared into my brain by non imaginative radio formats. American Pie remains a masterpiece to these ears, but you won't find me playing it much or singing along in some bar when it comes on. Call me too cool for school if you like, but it's a little too popular and preppy for me; at least in public. It's enough that I own a copy of the CD. But if I hear note one of Harry Nilsson's Jump Into The Fire? Look the bleep out. The drumming on this track were done by Derek & The Dominos drummer Jim Gordon and it's perfect. In fact the whole track is perfect. I've always been a huge fan of it. Thanks Don wherever you are!

Harry Nilsson's flat in London had its own colossal coincidental claim to fame; when he was out of the country he used to lend his living quarters to musician friends of his in the late seventies. Mama Cass Elliot of The Mama's & The Papa's and legendary Who drummer Keith Moon both died while staying in Harry's apartment roughly four years apart! Are you kidding me? After Moon's death a distraught Nilsson sold his flat to Pete Townshend and stayed in Los Angeles from then on. Harry Nilsson suffered a major heart attack in 1993 and died a year later of heart failure in 1994. He was 53 years old. Hard living apparently finally caught up to him. He had several other minor hits over the years such as Me and My Arrow, Good Times, Spaceman and as the writer of The Monkees version of his "Daddy's Song," but never again would he scale such heights. No matter. Nilsson Schmilsson is a tremendous record and was inducted into my own personal rock record Hall of Fame years ago. You can climb a mountain, you can swim the sea, you can Jump Into The Fire, but you'll never be free...hopefully I'll make Harry a new fan out there somewhere. Enjoy.

OK, I'm on a minor roll so I'm Bringing The Noise again today. Today's trip down memory lane is an exquisite number by a guy named Willy Deville. Willy was making music with his band Mink Deville, originally from San Francisco if I have my facts straight, but was a house band at the legendary New York club CBGBs in the mid seventies. Mink Deville was finally signed by Captiol Records in 1976 and started recording for the masses. Considering they were performing nightly next to The Ramones, The Talking Heads, Television and Patti Smith that gives you an idea of the kind of stage presence this guy had. His reputation was that he radiated blues, story telling and a street knowledge vibe that was a killer combination. Unfortunately I never saw him perform live myself, but I'm keeping my eyes peeled for an opportunity. I always comb the smaller venues for more intimate settings.

Mink Deville went through too many personnel changes to mention here, but Willy finally decided to go solo after after six records and eleven years touring as Mink Deville. If you like what you hear in the song I share below you should look into this guy. He had several great songs like Soul Twist, Mixed Up, Shook Up Girl and Cadillac Walk just to name a few. A greatest hits package like Cadillac Walk: The Mink Deville Collection should get you squared away short term. I'm definitely a fan.

After Mink Deville broke up Willy formed an alliance with Mark Knopfler of all people. According to legend, Mark's wife inspired this collaboration saying Mark couldn't sing like Willy and Willy couldn't play like Mark. I love that kind of stuff. I don't remember making the connection at the time. I don't pay much mind to producers to be honest. I either like a record or I don't; I could care less if it produced by Mark Knopfler, Todd Rundgren, Nile Rogers or Quincy Jones. I'm sure it has more to do with the finished product than I'm giving it credit for, but no amount of production is going to make a bad record sound good in my opinion. As I was researching this record, called Miracle by the way, it hit my like like a ton of bricks. D'oh!! How could I have missed the connection with the first couple of chords being a dead giveaway on my featured cut; Southern Politician? It's classic Mark Knopfler.

Deville is at his all time best for my money on this cut. He does a speak sing thing here that is reminiscent of Lou Reed big time. I might have heard this song once in 1987 and was instantly a fan. That is pretty rare for me. I believe in love at first sight without a doubt, but love at first listen? Well shut my mouth. This song is flat awesome, I don't care what anybody says. I never get tired of listening to it. Willy Deville's solo career unfortunately was even less noticed by the record buying public than Mink Deville was, but I don't care about any of that. People always ask me who sings this song and one of my friends on Cape Cod is just as nuts about it as I am and we have next relatively little in common musically give or take the 1977 masterpiece collaboration by Pete Townshend & Ronnie Lane called Rough Mix. I say that with love in my heart too. Anybody who can find the absolute beauty in this song has common ground with me. I hope you agree.

Editor's Note: Since this post was written Willy DeVille passed away on August 6th just three weeks shy of his 59th birthday. R.I.P. Willy.

I just can't help myself. I love the Way Back Machine! Sherman and Mr Peabody haven't got anything on me. I feel like I'm using that thing everyday these days. If that reference went whistling over your head don't worry about it. Cartoons from the 60's and 70's were my specialty once upon a time. Thank god I have graduated to more respectable fare like The Simpsons, King of The Hill, and The Family Guy huh? I'm all grown up now...yeah right...

Regarding this blog, I struggle to stay current. I absolutely love posting here (thank you GP!), but I feel like I have so many lost classics to get to and every time I look at the release year I feel like Father Time. It's an incredible feeling. I'm not that old! If I didn't have anything else to do I could post three times a day no problem. I have ideas at the gym, at the pizza place and while I'm reading the sports page. We don't get too many comments here at The Giant Panther, but we know people are checking us out. I just hope somebody is enjoying the yesteryear posts I've been throwing at you. Maybe when my entire CD collection is digitized a year from now I won't be so nostalgic. Then again who am I kidding? Folks in my age bracket don't read the Internet blogs like younger music fans do. The younger fans might find my alternative "oldies" fixation antiquated, but I'm trying not to be pedantic. I love the music of today (I'm listening to and digging a band called N.E.R.D. as we speak...oops, just moved on to Ladytron...the GP keeps me hopping even though I'm hopelessly behind in my listening to current Indie music). It's just that I can't leave it alone when I think a song was ignored in its day and is buried beyond words today. I love trying to resurrect them. You don't have to tell me it's completely fruitless. I already know that. It's just that a poor record label can really bury an artist and today we can all be promoters even if the band hasn't spoken or recorded in decades. It's fun! If you are patient with me I'll have it all out of my system in a couple of months...promise (not)...I could do this for another couple of years and never table everything.

As it pertains to this blog The Giant Panther is basically responsible for today. I feel like I'm basically responsible for yesterday. By rights it should be an excellent match, but only the readers know for certain. I was trolling through the "N's" the other day and came across yet another out of print special by The Northern Pikes. I popped in the CD and it all came rushing back to me. In 1987 I was buying everything in sight and I was playing this one a lot back then. The name of the record is called Big Blue Sky and the song I'm sharing today is called Things I Do For Money. These guys hail from Canada and their sound is spacey and expansive to me. It feels like it comes from the great white north. I hope this rings a bell with at least one reader. If it does my work is done. I haven't followed them since to be honest, but they apparently reformed in 1999 and their web site is current. Big Blue Sky was a real sleeper back then and it still sounds good today. Please consider buying the CD the way I did if you can find it. And by all means go see them if they come around. They were good! Enjoy.

Hi Folks - Just a quick tip for those local to the Boston area. You may have heard me mention these folks about four months ago during my maiden post on The Giant Panther, but Heartless Bastards are scheduled to play Great Scott in Allston in a couple of weeks on February 3rd. It's a school night (a Tuesday), but I plan on attending anyway. I missed them the last time they were around and I don't want to make the same mistake again. The tickets are a very affordable $12 (remember when all concert tickets were in that neighborhood? No? Me neither) so don't let that get in the way of seeing a budding blues garage rock band. Troll through our archives for my two cents on these guys from back in The Fall. Hope to see you there! Don't be afraid to say hello...

All is quiet on New Year's Day. I can remember when U2's War was released. I was a measly 23 years of age, but I instantly knew they had broken through. I loved October, particularly a little known U2 song called I Threw a Brick Through a Window, but when New Year's Day hit the airwaves it was A New Day Yesterday (thank you Ian) even though it's an old day now. It's kind of funny how the song New Year's Day may never be able to be shelved the songs like David Bowie's 1984 or Prince's 1999 have been. No date. I bet even U2 can't stand that song now. It definitely does describe something very tangible no? Before I blather on, Welcome back to The Giant Panther. I don't know where he's been hiding, but glad he's back on the beam and re-energized about posting...

I didn't come to talk about U2, new beginnings, or resolutions. I came to talk about Elliott Smith. Chances are he's not a very big draw amongst your friends. If you didn't hear Waltz #2 during it's two month run on the radio in 1998 (Happenings Ten Years Time Ago for crying out loud!) it's quite possible you have never heard an Elliott Smith song on the radio. I never would have heard of him myself but for these two female bartenders at one of my favorite hole in the wall bars in Boston called Bukowski's. Obviously named for German American writer Charles Bukowski, this bar is a no frills beer and wine joint on Dalton Street in historic Back Bay Boston. I would have linked you folks to their web site, but it appears they don't even have one. Now that's what I call no frills!

Bukowski's has long been one of my favorite bars in Boston. Not because they have 112 flavors of beer on their menu and delicious cheapo mcgeapo american style bar food served with care; it's because of the music they play. Finding a bar that plays decent music consistently is near impossible these days. I should open a bar for that one fact alone, but I know as an Irishman that is probably not the smartest idea I've ever had. In Boston and Cambridge there are maybe ten bars you can count on to either have a great jukebox (not one of those god awful "make mine next for an extra selection" two songs per CD jukeboxes you see everywhere), I'm talking about a real jukebox with full CDs and a great selection. Charlie's Kitchen in Harvard Square comes to mind. So does The Seven's on Charles Street in Beacon Hill. J.J. Foley's on Kingston Street in the Financial District is a third. A bar that not only has a good jukebox, but isn't afraid to play it loud...with good sound quality. I think nothing of pouring five or ten dollars in these jukeboxes even if I don't plan on being there very long or know if I'll hear even a single song I played. It's just such a pleasure to spend time in these places. I have to admit that I don't really care much for any bar that doesn't put the accent on music and sound quality. It blows my mind frankly. I don't care who the clientele is or what they represent. Lousy sound just grates on me like nobody's business. Where was I? Oh yeah, Bukowski's...what makes this place even better than these other places I mentioned is they let their bartenders play whatever they want complete with volume. Whole CDs. It can be very educational if you are a sponge like me...

One day about five years ago I strolled into Bukowski's in the late afternoon. The girls behind the bar were singing along to Elliot Smith's Figure 8 CD. I had never heard anything else by him except that one song called Waltz #2. As I often did, I inquired and wrote down what they told me. Half the time I'd hit Newbury Comics on the way home and picked up the CDs I'd just asked about in the bar. Those were Good Times; Damn Good Times. Sorry, I just can't help myself sometimes. In those days, I would grab an entire handful of CDs by an artist I was curious about on somebody's say so. I think I bought Figure 8, Either/Or and XO that day. It's kind of dangerous because if you don't get to them right away they could all sit unlistened to. Luckily I gave these a fair shake. Some years later I read one of his biographies called Elliott Smith and The Big Nothing too. I was intrigued; not only about his mysterious death/suicide, but where this guy came from. If memory serves he was born in Nebraska and migrated to Texas and Portland, OR during his childhood. He attended Hampshire College in Amherst, MA and struggled his brains out with self confidence. That's tough for a solo artist huh? Maybe he was manic depressive, but the way his life ended was just plain sad.

I have had real trouble relating Elliott Smith to friends. I made the mistake of dumping his entire catalogue on a friend of mine and he was lukewarm at best to his music. I can see where that might happen, but it only made me more determined to find a way to boil this guy down for mass consumption. I was at The Giant Panther's DJ gig about three weeks ago and he didn't have Smith's whole catalogue on his computer. It was surprising because he seems to have nearly everything since the turn of the century the way I think I have nearly everything since 1965. He didn't have a copy of Junk Bond Trader, one of my all time favorite Elliott Smith tracks from Figure 8. As I sit here typing I'm actually recalculating my top five Elliott Smith cuts. Five Songs. That's it. If you can find a way to latch onto these five songs something might click for you here. Yes Steven Paul "Elliott" Smith is basically just an acoustic singer songwriter and they are a dime a dozen, but I swear this guy was just getting started. It seemed as if he'd been through the worst in his life. I don't know why he did it, if he did it, but he shouldn't have. Elliott Smith died on October 21, 2003 at age 34 in Los Angeles. Based on these five songs I would love to have witnessed his musical future. Know what else makes this guy great? Someone else could swoop in and give you five completely different songs that they like best. Don't be afraid to leave a comment to that effect. OK, we're off in 2009...

A Winner Is You!

As I sit here watching the first big snowfall of the winter of 2008-2009 I feel like I'm under contract to produce a Top Twenty for the year we just experienced. As much as I consider myself fairly learned on the subject of popular music, the way I absorb music isn't always very conventional. Take a band like Coldplay. I know going in, particularly as good as they are coupled with their fanatical female following, that I won't have to work very hard to have the top three or four songs on their latest CD creep into my consciousness. They'll be played in retail stores, coffee shops, supermarkets, TV shows and in all formats on the radio. In fact, I don't even have to buy the CD for the short term. It'll just be there wherever I go. U2 has the same type of cache. The demand is there so I just let it happen. I don't feel the urge to be at Newbury Comics on release Tuesday or play the thing night and day for two weeks until I have it down. Unfortunately I find myself in catchup mode an awful lot nowadays. I have chosen my favorite releases of 2008 to date, but I feel like I'll know much more about them a year from now. Of course, by then I'll have to choose another twenty for 2009. It's a vicious cycle, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I am probably now more qualified to talk about 2007 than I ever was, but fat lot of good it does you folks now huh? Hindsight is still 20-20 isn't it?

A couple of Christmas Eve's ago two friends and I were driving around Cambridge and Somerville, MA looking for a bar that was open. After we stumbled on the aptly named Thirsty Scholar on the Cambridge/Somerville line and settled in one of my friends starts going off about how little good music there is these days. Sounding like my father circa 1968 when he went off after hearing Crimson & Clover by Tommy James & The Shondells one too many times on my Close and Play, I started whaling on him. You won't find any new young bands listening to talk radio 24x7 in your car I told him. What was the last CD you bought I asked him. Naturally he couldn't recall, but he realized he hit a sore spot with me. I told him I'd put together a spreadsheet covering the last 15 years with a top five and, as a bonus an additional honorable mention five. Ten records from each of the last 15 years. That's 150 CDs he'll never buy I figured, but I had a blast putting the list together. The reason I tell you the story is because I came to realize how much the passage of time can skewer your perspective. As I pared down the list of 150 or so CDs to 10 for each year of the 90's I had to make some hard decisions. Some of the CDs I swore by in those days fell by the wayside. It was an interesting exercise and one I could not have done at the time with the same historical perspective.

I guess what I'm saying is consider this a rough draft starter kit for the year 2008. I guarantee it will change in the coming years. Don't pay a heckuva lot of attention to the exact order here either. Just be thankful you aren't Portishead, Elbow, Steve Winwood, The Pretenders, Bon Iver or any number of a handful of bands eventually cut from my original 2008 list. It's a no win situation, but since we are apparently a comment free web site there are no repercussions to be had right? So without further adieu the dreaded list...I haven't seen The Giant Panther's list yet, but I'm placing the over/under at 7 artists overlapping our lists. And it could be less...

20. Metallica - Death Magnetic - Well, we know for sure this one is not on the GP's list. I was listening to this one the other day and thought not bad...why not them? They're good for Rock & Roll.

19. Guns N' Roses - Chinese Democracy - I wanted to crucify this one. No record needs ten years of maturation, well, unless you're Brian Wilson, but it isn't the chocolate mess I expected. Axl Rocks.

18. Edgar Winter - Rebel Road - This one bashed it's way onto my list with a late charge. Glad he's rocking again. Slash guest stars for some delicious Chinese irony. Better go find The Ju Ju Hounds.

17. Lenny Kravitz - Love Revolution - The GP hates Lenny Kravitz. I love him. Go see this guy live and I promise you will too. A smokin' version of Bring It On on David Letterman sold me on the spot.

16. AC/DC - Black Ice - Hey, 0-5 versus The GP's list. Are we sure about that over under? Nothing new regarding the AC/DC catalogue, but that is precisely the point I guess. More wicked big fat fun.

15. Mudcrutch - Mudcrutch - I guess ten years is nothing when you consider this one was basically on the shelf for 30. The truth is Tom Petty could record feedback and I'd still be buying. The ugly truth.

14. The B-52's - Funplex - Another band the GP doesn't care for. Why won't he dance with me? I'm not no Limburger. A sixteen year hiatus and they come out with another kitsch classic. Unbelievable huh?

13. Radiohead - In Rainbows - I know this is sacrilege, but Radiohead should consider righting the ship a bit. I don't find them nearly as musical or interesting as I once did. Still, they rank somehow.

12. Weezer - The Red Album - I have totally reversed course on Weezer over the years. I hated the name, I hated The Sweater Song, I hate that they name every CD Weezer. Now I think I love them.

11. The Black Crowes - Warpaint - I'm a sucker for the battling Robinson brothers. I really think they have only had one bad CD and this one isn't it. As long as they record, I will buy. I don't question it.

10. Airbourne - Runnin' Wild - Good old fashioned Foot Stompin' Rock & Roll. Yeah, the AC/DC comparisons are there, but this CD rocks. Rock & Roll is Dead? Long Live Rock! End to end rockers.

9. The Raconteurs - Consolers of The Lonely - I like this one better than the first and I didn't want to like that one because it wasn't The White Stripes. I loved Many Shades of Black. Just like this site.

8. Death Cab For Cutie - Narrow Stairs - I loved The Postal Service. I've never really been on this band's bandwagon, but Cath is a tremendous song. I love that it might be a true story too. Emotive.

7. TV On The Radio - Dear Science - I have to admit, I struggled with these guys initially, but they represent a return to outside the box recording. It sounds like they answer to no one. Now that's cool.

6. Beck - Modern Guilt - I've been digging Beck for 14 years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. Some of his catalogue is a bit uneven, but this one is pretty solid. Color me satisfied...again.

5. Neil Young - Sugar Mountain Live at Canterbury House 1968 - Even as a lifelong Neil Young fan I was still surprised to find myself loving this one as much as I do. It's superb acoustic buried treasure.

4. MGMT - Oracular Spectacular - Chicken Soup For The Ears. The unexpected underdog dragon slayer of the year. Synthpop back in full force and for a change I'm loving it. Very easy on the soul.

3. The Black Keys - Attack & Release - Nothing affects these two. A throwback band for the ages, The Keys rule. Blues and Garage gettin' their freak on. I just love this band. Go see them play live.

2. Kings of Leon - Only By The Night - I'm in the minority, but I don't even think this is their best record and I'm already sick of Sex On Fire. That said, buy this record. This band is great and very hip.

1. Coldplay - Viva La Vida - This band is polarizing. Do they deserve all the praise or half the criticism? I don't know, but chicks dig 'em and that's good enough for me...every now and then.

OK, that's a wrap. I didn't leave any links this time because I didn't want to short change anyone, but I'll be back in 2009, if not before, with more interesting suggested Music For The Masses. A Happy and Healthy New Year to all of our readers!