Some People are Mean

(Tattered coat of not many colors features  right shoulder rip.)

I was standing in line at a local Birmingham brewery on a crowded Friday after work. There were two people trying to serve about 50 people at a time.

Guy at my right shoulder disturbs my reverie by tapping me on the shoulder.

“Nice jacket,” he says.

Slightly discombobulated by the compliment, I managed to get out, “Thanks.” I start to look at my jacket with new eyes. Oh this old thing,  I thought silently, surrendering to the force of flattery.

“Where did you buy it?” he asked.

I didn’t hear him at first and was frankly becoming confused by all of this attention from some random guy in a beer line, but I politely asked him to repeat the question.

“The coat, where’d you get the coat?” He was oddly smiling.

I mean this was an Alfani, brand of the esteemed Macy’s department store chain. But I didn’t tell him that. I was holding back a bit now – that would be my walk-off homerun. It’s an Alfani my man, I would shout  in jubilation..

I told him it was a little worse for wear and I believe I got it at a thrift store. I had been reading about the B-52’s and their thrift store chic for a post on my blog. So it was all that came to mind.

(I later remembered that  I really got it at a Ross bargain store in Northern California, which might have made it  even more chic). Not just a thrift shop but a multi-hundred store chain of cheap clothes and clothing rejects.

But somehow my body was telling me something my mind wasn’t processing.

My mind was telling me: Here’s a fellow human being, making a connection – that’s what life is all about.

My body had something else to say: Fists start clinching I move my feet to get square.

“Did you buy it all wrinkled and crumpled up like that,” he asked, touching the jacket with disdain and laughing at me, yes, at me, before turning away toward the bar.

At that time I realized I had a small rip on the back of my right shoulder right where he was standing.  Catherine had long ago pointed it out. But myself being an astute observer of popular culture knew that ‘rips’ and ‘tears’ were good. People BUY clothes like that, right?

But I was momentarily stunned as what just happened sank in. I stood there with a flood of reactions washing over me, shame, confusion and stupidity. How could I let someone do that to me?

Then I felt anger, thinking: “I’m going to knock his ass out.”

I quickly dismissed the dumb notion of violent retaliation, but I was sad for my reaction and for the victims of bullying who face far worse every day because of things they can’t control, their skin color, sexual orientation, weight, and heritage.

Not trying to get too heavy here. But I am a short-timer. I have Lewy Body dementia. And I find myself wanting everybody to live Rodney King’s dramatic call for getting along. I don’t think my emotions that day were the result of my disease. I think they were representative of what happens every day starting in houses where people yell, and at jobs where folks are demeaned.

It wasn’t that this ‘incident’ was so egregious or harmful. I’m a big boy at 57.

And yes, I believe I could’ve kicked his ass.

But that I would ever want to is what makes me sad.

The Beach Boys — 653, 654

ALBUMS: Pet Sounds (1966) Shut Down Volume 2 (1964)

MVC Rating:  Pet Sounds, 5.0/$$$$$; Shut Down 4.0/$$$$

So, we’ve had the Beat Farmers, Beat Rodeo and the Beat. Before we get to another band with a ‘Beat’ in it, let’s go to the Beach.

This  copy of ‘Pet Sounds’ is a little worn. My rock roots were decidedly Beatles, Rolling Stones, the Who, Al Green, Hendrix, Janis, Otis Redding, Allmans and so on.

The Beach Boys didn’t sound like those. To my rock n roll ears, the Beach Boys tilted slightly toward Pat Boone’s version of ‘Tutti Frutti’ not Little Richard’s definitive take.

The Beach Boys on the west coast, specifically Southern California, seemed so white-surfer- boy with a decidedly middle class orientation — and there’s nothing wrong with that.

But for all their initial radio beach and car songs, there was genius at work from Brian Wilson. Listening to arguably their best work, ‘Pet Sounds,’ one is struck  by the arrangements and interlocking melodies, a jazz sensibility.  ‘God only Knows’ is a near perfect song. Sloop John is perennial.

Shut Down has Fun, Fun, Fun, which is definitely worth the three Funs. Shut Down also had some talking interludes which reminded me of a Zappa interlude if Zappa wasn’t so cynical. Come to think of it Zappa was actually making fun of the Beach Boys. Interestingly on Pet Sounds, there is some secret freak out at the end of the album after ‘Caroline No.’

Counting down my 678  vinyl records  before I die of  brain disease.

The Beat Farmers — 656, 655

ALBUMS: Tales of the New West (1985), Van Go (1986)

MVC  Rating: ‘Tales’ 4.0/$$, Van Go  3.0/$$

Now this group I haven’t listened to in more than a decade but I remember a time in the 1980s that some of my close Birmingham News friends thought this (first record anyway) was the greatest thing since sliced  beets. We even had a tradition that lasted years where we passed around a can of beets. Never opened it mind you, just passed it along, the same can.

I don’t know how it started exactly but at the height of Beat Farmer mania, someone bought a can of beets to a party held by say Will and Adele. So then Bob and Tondee have a party and guess what:  Will has a can of beets behind his back. Surprise! Beets! Tag you’re it!

(I know it, sounds like a B-52’s song but that’s what happens when you are living in your own private Idaho). This little beet shenanigans was going on about 1985-86

When the Beat Farmers came to Birmingham we all went to the Nick to see them. Or was it still the The Wooden Nickel at that time? Anyway, the band lived up to its reputation as being one of the best bar bands anywhere.

I have to say, and stop me if you can, but I truly believe that The Beat Farmers’ style was rootsy,  and grounded in the beat.

And they were  funny. If not a little profane.

Their funny songs were often sung by the now deceased Country Dick  Montana, who had to be midway between 6 and 7 feet tall and had a bass voice so low, it made the china chatter when we put one of his songs on in the  house. Here’s a sample lyric from California Kid with Country Dick on beat vocals (at the risk of revealing what we all thought was funny when we were 20-somethings.

She undid my boots, she untied my jeans
She untied my tubes I had tied in my teens
‘Bout that time the front door was kicked in
And there stood some scumball all covered in sin
He said “that’s my woman” I said “that’s no lie”
I blew a hole in him just as big as the sky

I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side
I’m the California Kid, I hope you’re quite prepared to die

Whew! The Beat Farmers ladies and gentlemen.

They also had a song called Happy Boy which was silly enough to be a regular feature on the Dr. Demento show.

Country Dick died Nov. 8, 1996 with his boots on in the middle of a song, massive heart attack at age 40.

The video below will feature one of their more ‘normal’ songs.

Counting down my 678  vinyl records  before I die of  brain disease.

Beat Rodeo — 657

ALBUM: Home in the Heart of the Beat (1986)

MVC Rating: 3.0/$$

Well, I don’t even know what genre this is. Easy listening power pop with fresh commercial country thrown in?

It’s on IRS records with Scott Litt (REM) producing.  I had some high hopes going into revisiting this 1980’s album.

It’s not bad, it’s just kind of, well, (whisper) boring.

Probably not a good thing to say about a rock band.

I think ‘It Could Happen here’ and ‘Song for an Angry Young Man’ are solid and nearly excellent songs. But there’s a lot of filler here.

I actually enjoyed this video more than the album.

Counting my 678  vinyl records down before I die of  brain disease.

The Best Worst Song Ever (Winner)

A  couple of weeks ago  I posted my runnner-up for Worst Best Song Ever. The competition is stiff but 1964’s ‘ ‘Bread and Butter’ by the Newbeats  had the right ingredients: inane lyrics so bad they are funny; a catchy ear worm tune that you wish you could purge from the jukebox in your head.

And, if you remember this post, Bread and Butter had a secret weapon. A happy looking grown man with a falsetto that sounded like the noise coming out of Linda Blair’s mouth when her head  did a 360.  And there was video evidence that the three young men could not dance.

But that  was only good enough for second all time.

The winner contains similar ingredients: inane lyrics; catchy earworm tune so powerful  a prescription is required just to listen to it.  People I have tested it on have wandered around for hours with glassy eyes singing softly Na Na Na Na.

(‘And then we can Na Na Na’, indeed, double entendre much?

The frightful video features  a Dutch Mountain Man with a powerful voice trading vocals with a sprite of a woman with a delicate voice who alternately seems afraid of and playful with  her King Kong partner. He covers his face and plays peek-a-boo with his violin.

Ultimately for no reason, he picks her up like a sack of potatoes.

Words cannot capture the virus that is this song . Check out the video below to see Mouth and  MacNeal (yes that’s their name) ‘perform’ “How Do You Do.’

An experiment at a children’s pre-school  showed powerful  results of the song’s mind controlling properties as nearly every child after only one listen began chanting ‘How do you do Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.’

The Beat — 658

The Beat (1979)

MCV Rating: 4.0/$$$

How did these guys not make it big. Strong tuneful forceful power pop.

‘Rock N Roll Girl,’ the opener should have been a Top Tenner.

‘Don’t Wait Up’ should have melted into teen turntables all over the early 90s.

This was a cross between early Beach Boys and the Cars.

Every song is a mini-power pop anthem with boys singing simplistically about girls coming and going from their lives.

Depth? None.

But framed in sharp  tasty guitar chords, they had a formula that had a good beat and  you could dance to it.  Timing? 1979 was dominated by a slice of power pop in its own right: My Sharona by the Knack. Arguably weaker than ‘Don’t Wait Up,’ which got nowhere near the success of Sharona. They also had some name fight with the English Beat, AKA as the Beat, which played in a ska-band.The Beat had some affiliation with the Plimsouls and Peter Case, which I will get to when their lettesr comes  up, like the draft.

Who knows why this egregious over looking occurred. I remember I first  received the 7″ promo single for ‘Don’t Wait Up’ in  a  magazine. Can’t find that  yet, but not much  later got the full length album on vinyl.   Probably from Wuxtry. Probably for a couple bucks.

Counting my 678  vinyl records down before I die of  brain disease.

Joan Baez — 659

ALBUM: blessed are … (1971)

MVC Rating: 3.0/$$

Joan Baez, a double-album. That’s just one breath for Joan. OK, that may be an exaggeration, but she can hold a note through an entire album side, I’m pretty sure.

With one of the most distinctive singing voices of all time, Joan is an iconic figure from the 1960s-70s anti-Viet Nam and civil rights scenes. She wrote some songs in her career but more often, it seems, performed other people’s songs. On this double-disc she covers the Beatles’ ‘Let it Be,’  the Band’s ‘The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down,’ and Kris Kristofferson’s ‘Help Me Make It Through the Night.’

Her sister, Mimi Farina, who lived north of San Francisco in Marin County, died of cancer in 2001. She, though overshadowed by Joan, was an excellent singer in her own right. As a Marin resident myself at the time, I read the local press and learned a lot about Joan and Mimi, including great charity work through Bread and Roses. At that time I was at the Oakland Tribune and Contra Costa Times. Paul Liberatore is an excellent columnist for the Marin Independent Journal (which later became our sister paper), He, was Mimi’s significant other.

That’s my shaky six degrees of separation from Joan Baez.

But to be honest after listening again to this I am mostly struck by her voice and the earnestness behind it, which is not quite the compliment it sounds. Maybe what I’m saying is I don’t need Joan Baez singing ‘Let it Be.’ The Beatles did a nice job with that.

That said, her life is certainly one of positive energy and activism.

And that voice.

Anyone besides me like to see her and Melanie in a singing showdown?

Counting my 678  vinyl records down before I die of  brain disease.

Barefoot Jerry — 660

ALBUM: ‘You Can’t Get Off with Your Shoes On’ (1975)

MVC Rating: 3.5/$$

Gosh, I don’t know where these guys came from. I mean I have no memory of where, when or how I came to own this album. Probably true of many more before this quest to review my 678  records ends.

This music is odd Southern rock, with great musicianship, lots of musical solos. Several instrumentals. Kind of a cross between Captain Beyond and Charlie Daniels.

Wait, in fact there’s a Charlie Daniels mention on the BJ album, and Daniels apparently name-checked Barefoot Jerry in his popular ‘The South’s Going to Do it Again:’

Elvin Bishop sittin’ on a bale of hay
He ain’t good lookin’, but he sure can play
And there’s ZZ Top and you can’t forget
That old brother Willie’s gettin’ soakin’ wet
And all the good people down in Tennessee
Are diggin’ barefoot Jerry and C.D.B

Don’t know if in 1975, Daniels, the guy who stuffed his hair up under his hat to walk into the Dew Drop Inn, had already gone all Ted Nugent on us.

But like the younger  uneasy rider, Barefoot Jerry seem to be about 65 to 35 on the Grateful Dead-Allman Brothers scale of hippie guitar bands.

By the way, which one is Pink?

Er, I mean Jerry?

(Oh Jerry, now I get it)

Counting down my 678 vinyl records before I die of brain disease.

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5 at 5, a random shuffle game

OK, I’m introducing a new thing. Actually, it’s an old thing.

A random play, shuffle I-Pod show down, a ‘game’ we used to play when I was at the Contra Costa Times in Walnut Creek. (Hat tip to Chris, Michelle and Andrea.)

It goes like this, at 5 p.m. we would pick up our music storage devices whether they were I-Pods, cell phones or other and set it to random play all songs.

Then we’d share our lists of the first five songs that show up on the device. We would share  via email and argue about who had the best list or laugh at what came up.

I have 7,494 songs on my I-Pod. And due to some kid usage of my 120 GB I-Pod, there are some songs that I can’t explain how they got there or even what they are.  I will post my list below and would encourage others to post their results in the comment section (by clicking on the title of this post).

I’m doing this at 8 a.m (Central), for this post, as a  warm-up to my 5 p.m. launch (Central time). I am adding my 5 p.m. Five in the comments, not a new  post.

I won’t likely do this every day but we’ll see. Remember random/shuffle all songs on  the device and write down the first five that pop up.

Here are mine:

“You Will Go Free’ Tonio K. (One of my favorite songs.)

Dream On’ Aerosmith. (Classic rock.)

Haneros Halallu’ Le’eyla (A prayer after Hanukkah candles are lit).

Stringman’ Neil Young.(Fairly obscure Neil).

Sometimes She Forgets’ Steve Earle. (Country-blues).

So there we go

Let’s see what you got.

Click on this post’s title to submit your top 5 random songs in the comments section at the bottom of the page.

Bangles– 661

ALBUM: All Over the Place (1984)

MVC Rating: 4.0/$$$

This was where it all started for this retro jangle rock band with its folk-psychedelic electric guitar playing and sweet harmonies. This was before Prince gave them ‘Manic Monday’ and before their big radio hit ‘Walk like an Egyptian.’

This is just good, easy to listen to and fun. “Hero Takes a Fall’ and ‘Going Down to Liverpool’ were two minor hits off this album.

My favorite is ‘Dover Beach’ a fitting piece from a group that identified with a small new wave sound dubbed Paisley underground.

I was in Birmingham, in my mid-20s,  and remember this record as one Catherine and I enjoyed together. She didn’t dig the Hendrix cranked up so much.

Counting down my 678 vinyl  records before I die of brain disease.