Quicksilver Messenger Service — 234

ALBUM: ‘What About Me? (1969)

MVC Grade: 3.5/$$$

Of all the psychedelic jam bands that came out around 1967-69 in the San Francisco Bay Area — the Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin/ Big Brother and Holding Company, It’s a Beautiful Day — Quicksilver Messenger Service certainly was one of them.

I have tried to get into Quicksilver. John Cipollina plays great guitar. Their two big hits were ‘Take Another Hit’ and, ‘What About Me.’ They were good FM radio type songs. But when I had stop and listen to an entire album from the group, I begin to look askance at Hippies. And I was heavily influenced by the Hippie culture in the 1960s, despite my relative youth at the time.

I had a lifesize Jimi Hendrix poster on my wall right about age 13. I liked the San Francisco band called ‘It’s a Beautiful Day’ with it’s magic violin sounds. And although I’m not a lifelong Grateful Dead fan — I have started an older age appreciation for some of their work.

And don’t get me wrong, there was some talent but Quicksilver’s lyrics were a sequence of hippie cliche’s: “I’m always getting busted … and I believe in revolution …oh oh, what’s you going to do about me? ……If you stand up for what you do believe, be prepared to be shot down. … oooh oooh What’s you gonna do about me?’

Quicksilver is a good name for a heavy metal band, though.

Interesting prophetic(?} lyric from ‘What About Me:’

Your newspapers
They just put you on
They never tell you
The whole story
They just put your
Young ideas down
I was wonderin’ could this be the end

Daily Journal March 26 9:39 a.m. Central and so we wait

Hope everyone is safe and healthy. I have talked to some who have been infected with COVID-19 and they say it is one nasty bug.

I’ve had a few stories appear on AL.com. If you haven’t seen them, here are a few.

Q&A with Dr. Saag

Postponing my death is the least I can do

Italian doctors offer harrowing look behind the scenes

OK, It’s the end of the world, now what

I’ve added to the countdown several times in the last week or so, with posts on Pink Floyd, Elvis Presley, and Peter Paul and Mary.

I’m down 248 left to review from my 678 starting point — that means I’ve done 431 reviews — all posted here and available at your fingertips. Also there are probably about 100 other posts not specifically countdown related. Keep reading and thank you for all the kind words and support.

Daily Journal March 13 (Friday the 13th edition vs. End of life as we know it edition and a little TLC, oops, I mean 10cc)

Hope you all saw my Top 5 playlist for the apocalypse or armageddon or end times — what ever you want to call it . Click here to start dancing in these grim times.

Other bits and pieces (not from the Dave Clark Five. ):

–My good buddy Chris Brown from Georgia , a reconnected friend from childhood sent me $100 dollar to buy an old relatively obscure album we used to listen to and laugh at. In support of MyVinylCountdown. The album is 10cc’s ‘How Dare You,’ a before-its-time musical theater about love and relationships with pristine musicality. I mean, for real, when the song ‘Don’t Hang Up’ ends there’s a dial tone. Not kidding — that was cool. Of course the album now languishes in garbage dumps and bargain bends because nobody now even knows what a $%^&* dial tone is.

Best line from that song: ‘When the barman asked what’s you’re drinking, I said marriage on the rocks.’

Chris, my brother, I sent you also another 10cc album in addition to that one. It’s called Bloody Tourists and is a little more commercial. It has ‘Dreadlock Holiday’ and that last song about the guy getting so drunk he ruins his night. It has amusing special effects.

It’s called the Anonymous Alcoholic.

— Look for a MVC story over the weekend about the most expensive records you can buy and how vinyl is still ruling.

–One vinyl note, the numbers next to the artists’ names on blog post indicate how many I have left to do. So, for example, now with Process and the Doo Rags there is the number 265, which means I have that many left to review. Starting at 678, I have reviewed and posted 413 records: 265 to go as we count down. There’s some really good stuff coming up as I roll into the last quarter.

I can’t say I’d keep you as entertained as NBA basketball and March Madness but I’ll give it a try.

Leave you with an apocalyptic song from David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust, one of my fave all times. The album was purchased from me at the record convention by a good friend, Kevin. Here’s ‘Five Years.’

Daily Journal March 10, 2020 (Let’s go back to the beginning and Pick up the Pieces.)

For those of you catching up, we did pretty well at the Alabama Record Collectors Association. Sold 33 vinyl records and made more than $350. (Although expenses certainly cut into the profit margin. Maybe a nice dinner out with Catherine.

We learned some things.

  1. Unbelievable high end records. I never knew there were thousand-dollar records at these kind of shows, or anywhere for that matter. But I saw several plus records in the $200 to $400 range.
  2. Know your product. More than once, people came up asking how much. The sticker had fallen off and was now stuck to the bottom of someone’s foot. But because I had spent hours researching price and applying those stickers in advance. Even with my memory impairment, I found I could give an educated price. I know my records pretty well.
  3. Keep it real. Don’t put a 100-dollar sticker on a $15 record ‘just to see.’ Your credibility may suffer and you’ll lose the confidence of the buyers. Know what its value is to the best of your ability.
  4. Negotiations: At these events, the buyers often counter. This is something I already knew, but it takes a few times to get back upon the horse. For example, guy walks up with five albums, a $30, a $20, a $10 and a $3. That totals $63. He says: ‘How about $50 for all.’ In this case I would likely go for that but I quickly look at what he has and note silently that the $30 record was already marked down from a researched price of $45. So I quickly counter: $55 and it’s all yours. Deal struck. I think I knocked something off about one-third of the transactions — so about 11 records. All of this is happening in an environment where the prices are fair.
  5. Hands off the merchandise. As hard as this was to do, you are really trying to make money. Don’t buy records and stuff –and don’t rent a hotel when you are only 15 miles from the Gardendale Civic Center. We didn’t do the former — at least not with records, I did however buy for my two daughters and their significant others rock and roll black T’s from the heavy metal contingent behind us — They were awesome — the people and the T’s. But we did get us a room. And that’s on me because I suggested it. Otherwise, Catherine was going to have to drive to and fro for two days, at night and morning with some other work she had to do in Birmingham on Friday. It was worth the extra $100 (free continental breakfast; I got a big greasy sausage patty and biscuit and gravy.) Catherine joked we won’t put the hotel on the record convention cost side of the personal ledger and count it as ‘staycation.’

So for the big reveal (drumroll please): I grossed $407, according to latest data available. I spent $75 for a table, $40 for nylon outer sleeves and $10 for inner sleeves and other expenses, taxes, meals and gas about $60, ate cheaply. Total spent: $185.

407 – 185 = 216. Like I said a super high-end dinner for Catherine and me. Or that rare Beatles record. … perhaps? (Oh, and there’s this wedding).

Runner struck by lightning and dies at finish line brings up a debate I’m having with myself (blog version)

For AL.com version, go here

The young man who was struck by lightning and died just short of the finish line of a 50K trail race in Kansas rekindles a longstanding debate I have had with myself.

How do I want to go out? Instantly doing something I love, like playing basketball — the way Pete Maravich went out; The way this 33-year-old Kansas runner, Thomas Stanley went out.

I have Lewy body dementia and my lifespan — based on averages — is 4 to 8 years after diagnosis or symptoms begin. I’m in my third year. So unless I get hit by a bus or struck by lightning, I have received plenty of advance warning about what will happen to me as these excess proteins continue to clog up and kill brain cells. Slowly, it seems, and that’s a good thing. I think.

I’ve written about lightning a lot. As I’ve explained here before. As you can see I’m almost metaphysical in my feelings surrounding lightning. What random bad luck messed up universe would strike down a person. Very rarely, the average is 27 a year and there have only been 19 this year.

Part of my interest in lightning was living in central Florida, lightning capital of the U.S., where there are daily thunder-boomers, as my kids used to call them.

Stanley was 33 years old and from Andover, Kansas. He was the Director of Business Initiatives at the Kansas Leadership Center where he has worked since 2008, according to the center’s website.

He was the third person this year who has been killed by lightning while running.

I am 59 years-old and have lived a lot more life than Stanley. I wonder if I would have taken Stanley’s place if I had been offered.

I think I might have. It would be slam dunk ‘yes’ if it was a friend or relative. But I’m not sure, (uh oh, here I go debating my brain again.) I know this disease will take hold but I am also working on living every moment. I do enjoy life.

Stanley probably didn’t know what hit him. I know what is hitting me. I think I’ll stick around — and hit back.

Oh, and though Stanley didn’t make the finish line, the race officials gave him a finish because he had run the distance.

For now, I’m still running.

Joe Jackson — 404

ALBUM: Night and Day (1982)

MVC Rating: 3.5/$

Joe Jackson’s Night and Day

I’m pretty sure I bought this new as freshman in college at UGA. Maybe after all the Rolling Stones, Who and Allman Brothers blasting from my Reed Hall dorm room, I was trying for something a little more sophisticated. Joe Jackson was Elvis Costello with a piano.

Whereas Costello’s voice was tinged with irony and anger, Jackson’s voice had an undercurrent of irony and condescension. A little Steely Dan in there.

He had some hits, notably ‘Is She Really Going Out With Him’ (not on this album) and ‘Stepping Out’ and ‘Breaking Us in Two (both on this record). The album is jazzy. ‘Stepping Out’ is the sound of tinkling champagne toasts in Manhattan, which come with promise, but disappear after midnight.

“We are young but getting old before our time, we’ll leave the TV and radio behind,’ Jackson sings.

Nominated for a Grammy, this record’s another bargain in the used market. I saw it for $3 the other day.

My Vinyl Countdown Top Posts (update)

I’ve reviewed 167 albums on my way to knocking off the 678 that makes up my collection. That means 511 to go. I do them and post them in alphabetical order, for the most part. That number you see beside the reviews is where that record fell in the countdown.

For example King Sunny Ade is 678 and 677 because his two albums I own made up my first post.

Below are my Top 10 music countdown posts based on hits (pageviews). The next Top 10 are my blog essays on various topics often related to my dealing with having Lewy body dementia.

My top 10 vinyl record reviews.

Dave Davies — 544, 543

Dolly Parton — 556, 555, 554 

The Allman Brothers Band — 671

Dickey Betts — 649, 648

King Sunny Ade — 678, 677

The Alarm – 675

Bo Diddley — 531

When Particles Collide — 606

The Beatles Mystery– 644, 643

Aerosmith — 676

 

Top 10 Posts that Were Not Countdown Music Reviews

 

Another hugging, this has got to stop

Saying goodbye to the Rev. Shannon Webster at First Presbyterian Church Birmingham.

 Some People are Mean

My brief encounter with a mean person.

Porter and Me

Lessons for me from a youngster who had a fatal genetic disease.

Today is Silent Saturday

I found out what Silent Saturday means.

How the heck am I doing?

I’m doing fine or not so fine.

Words, don’t fail me now

My biggest challenge and biggest fear.

Yellow Bird sighting. Is it a sign?

A rare yellow Cardinal spurs wonder at the  universe.

Me and My Old Boss

Upon seeing my former boss in memory care facility.

I Have to Laugh (To Keep from Crying)

It’s true. I tell how I keep laughing.

 

Gordon Hayward, broken bones and Lewy body dementia