it's the bees knees.
i went a good fifteen years without a worry about bees. last year, yellow jackets infested a dead log in my backyard, and i got stung at least eight times, pretty much every time i mowed the lawn. hurty.
the bubblemen were a side project of love & rockets, they had a bad song called "the bubblemen rap" in which they donned bee costumes and well, rapped. the chorus was "don't rock... wobble". twas crap.
everybody seems to think that love and rockets' best album was "earth sun moon", and i'd have to disagree, i think it's the worst. too much god. i heard "mirror people" on KEXP today, it didn't age all that well. "no new tale to tell" is a catchy tune, but it's a juvenile pile of shit. i heard it described as "psychedelic existentialism", to which i had to add "performed with the wit of a fourteen year old".
me, i liked "express", especially "yin and yang the flowerpot man" and "life in laralay". no, they didn't have a firmer grasp on their lyricism on that album, but i thought the songs didn't sound nearly as dehydrated. at the time, i didn't have much of a perspective on their debt to glam... i only really knew glam as a bowie-stage, and a few poor examples of it like the new york dolls or roxy music. lately, i've been listening to a lot of t. rex, which entertains me to no end.
i've also developed a bit of an obsession with an awesome mountain of one edit of ian hunter (from mott the hoople) song called "bastard". (it can be found here, for a little while anyway) listened to it every morning for the last week. reminds me of billy squier's queenie disco-rock. helluva riff.
billy squier. gayer than a bag o' dicks. i just read that ian brown (best known from stone roses) is teaming up with steve and paul from the sex pistols, and heading into the studio. don't know where that could lead to. it stands to reason that johnny rotton/lydon/mr. filthy lucre was the carnival act tacked on to serious bands. sheesh, bill laswell, steve vai and ginger baker played on pil's "album"... and let's face it, jah wobble, keith levene and martin atkins were no slouches either.
enough. more later.
posted by disco boy @ 8:51 PM
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It's good to hear from you. I have a new computer so along with the shiny new toy enthusiasm goes a renewed interest in the internet... So i'm leaving long chatty comments on everyone I know's blog.
Anyway, I have to say, with all due reverence to Bowie, that, for my money, no one did glam better than the NY Dolls. Every single idiot that tried to do what they did after them were utter fuckwads, but the Dolls, ah well, these things are so subjective. I discovered the Dolls late in the game when I was desperate to find music that did not take itself serously... They gave me shot the arm. Though, I do make use of T.Rex for workout motivation from time to time...
Iggy and the Stooges are back together too... and of course, everyone hates their new album. They were here in rustopolis last week and the local paper interviewed Scott Asheton (Rock Action!) and he, bless his craggy worn out self, said, "Well, everybody hated us back then too."
When you write of being tired of the same old predictable shit, I have to echo your exasperation. These music snobs are so predictable, how the hell could Iggy and the Stooges possibily make an album that wasn't a disappointment? It's not like they were musical geniuses to begin with. It just isn't possibile to create exactly the same cultural and social chaos that reigned in 1972 and then place yourself right exactly in the same context. You can't recreate charisma. Fun House and raw power weren't 'good' albums in any objective sense, what they had was a kind of magic that responded to their context perfectly... Lester Bangs understood this. You seem to as well... I'm not just blowing smoke up ye arse when I say you are one of the few people whose reflections on music, not only don't irritate the shit out of me, but are actually interesting - like Bangs you have a feel for the contexts and not just the notes...
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