Oiling up the old machinery

Let’s see. I type one letter at a time as I am now doing. So far so good.

I have not been writing much lately. I am working on some other things. Certainly, I have not been typing like I did over the past five years, writing 678 reviews of each of my vinyl records, plus an uncounted number of non-musical reviews, features, Lewy body news, and basketball observations. My theory was that typing, or writing was the perfect exercise to address both the physical and mental aspects of the disease. I think it’s working.

I believe the physical muscle coordination of fingers and keyboard addresses the Parkinsonian aspect of Lewy body dementia. While the focus to make sense and remember what I’m writing — and have a point –exercises the cognitive diminishment portion of this debilitating disease..

I figure even if I am deluding myself on the typing’s effect on Lewy body dementia, it’s still worth doing. Typing, that is. I didn’t take that 11th grade typing class for nothing , working my way up to the 50 words per minute level.

I have to tell you a secret, though. Not many journalists know how to type.

They just develop a speedy hunt and peck system. They lean over the keyboards, like a praying mantis. Usually their face is nearly touching the keyboard because they have to see where the letters are.

I derive this from 40 years in newsrooms across the country watching people hunt and peck, hunt and peck, hunt some more and peck some more.

Now classically trained typists, such as myself, can make the untrained feel inadequate with our flurry of tap tap taps, and ding dong dings. Our fingers tell us where the words are. And yes typewriters used to ding , most notably when you hit the end of the sentence. (Not sure if they actually donged; I’ll just call poetic license on that.)

The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.

That’s a typing warm-up; the sentence has every letter of the alphabet. Now I have to confess, numbers on a typewriter which appear on one of the upper rows, slow me down as do the shifts for dollar signs, asterisks and hyphens. But it’s just a few milliseconds.

Back to typing, er, writing.


The Zombies — 4

ALBUM: Odessey & Oracle (1968, RE: 2017)

MVC Rating: 5.0/$$$$$

Although Frank Zappa, whom I reviewed in my previous post, skewered the psychedelic scene, he might find the Zombies a little more difficult to do that to than others in this genre.

Why? Because the Zombies were good, and ‘Odessey and Oracle’ is an album that transcended the psych genre with its whimsical, melodic songs and cohesion.

The songs are perfectly arranged. The only glitch in the works is the album’s name spells “Odyssey” wrong. (Maybe they meant to do that but it sure kept my spell-checker busy.)

The most familiar and probably the best song here is ‘Time of the Season’ with it’s memorable refrain:

What’s you name? Who’s your daddy?

But there’s not a bad song in the bunch. It is a little on the short side but that’s better than too long– as in Iron Butterfly’s monotonous In a Gadda Da Vida, to name a random psych album from that era. The title song was 17 minutes –a whole album side, whereas 17 minutes of Odessey will get you six songs per side.

Notable songs on here include ‘Changes,’ ‘This Will be our Year,’ and, my personal favorite ‘Hung up on a Dream.’

Zager & Evans– 10

ALBUM: Zager & Evans (1970)

MVC Rating: 1.5/$$$

‘In the Year 2525’ was big on the radio in 1969. The sweeping end of the world epic sounded like nothing else.

In the year 2525, if man is still alive, if woman can survive, they may find

Turn it up, we are all going to die.

While some liked to make fun of the song, it was/is wildly popular. Some even called it prophetic. So what happened to Zager & Evans? One-hit wonders. I was curious, especially after finding and buying their follow-up album in a thrift shop. It had their follow-up single to 2525, a little ditty called ‘Mr. Turnkey.’

Therein lies a clue as to why they never burned up the charts again. The song was about a rapist who nails his hand to the wall in jail. As blogger Ira Brooker, tongue in cheek, noted:

Sadly, pop audiences inexplicably failed to embrace rape and self-mutilation and Zager and Evans quickly faded into obscurity.

But their hit, 2525, first recorded on a small regional label in Nebraska lives on.

In the year 7510, if God’s a-coming, he ought to make it by then, maybe he’ll look around himself and say ‘Guess it’s time for the judgment day.

Oh oh whoa oh.

Robin Williams — 11

ALBUM: ‘Reality. What a concept’

MVC Rating: 4.0/$$$

I’d purposely passed over this and my other comedy records thinking I would keep it strictly to music. However, given that it’s Robin Williams who died by suicide after living with undiagnosed Lewy body dementia, it seemed like he belonged on this list. And I have a Robin Williams’ comedy album — I believe his first one.

I mean after all, it is why I am doing this: to raise awareness of this relatively common but little known brain disease. Robin’s case has shined a light but much more research is needed. And this album puts his super sharp mind on display.

Little did I know that 40 years after buying this album, I would meet his widow, Susan Schneider Williams, at a summit on Lewy body dementia in Las Vegas. I told her it the not knowing what is wrong with you that is the hardest part.

And even when we know what it is, we’re not sure what is happening because the disease can leave thoughts muddled..

The ‘reality’ album came out in 1978, the year I graduated from high school in Athens, Ga. I’m not sure what prompted me to buy it, other than he was an up-and-coming comedian with hilarious appearances on Johnny Carson and, later, David Letterman.

I thought this album was funny but not really as funny as Steve Martin’s comedy record, ‘Let’s Get Small,’ one I also had. There is one routine on the Williams’ album that shows off Williams’ imagination and rapid fire brain. It’s called ‘Come inside My Mind’ and it is classic Robin Williams, letting you peak inside his head as his jokes fail doing a stand-up comedy routine. Mayday mayday. His brain shouts at him.

Here is a nice list by Rahul Bansal of 41 inspirational quotes from Robin. See if you don’t agree that some are eerily prophetic.

OK back to the Y’s and Z’s as we finish this on out.

Yellowman — 22

ALBUM: Going to the Chapel (1986)

MVC Rating: 4.0/$$$$

Hello mon, for today’s post we have Yellowman.

So named for the distinctive hue of his skin, the result of albinism, Winston Foster grew up an orphan in Kingston, Jamaica, according to Wikipedia.

Abandoned by his parents, Foster grew up in Maxfield Children’s Home and the Alpha Boys School where he became interested in music. As a young adult Yellowman performed in the reggae sub-genre called dancehall. He went on to became nearly as popular and well known as Jamaica’s reggae icon Bob Marley.

This record features renowned rhythm section Sly Dunbar and Robbie Shakespeare, keeping tight the reggae beat throughout. In addition to the title track other reinterpreted songs include the Gambler, made famous by Kenny Rogers. On the album the title is “No Lucky in Gambling.’

He follows that with a reggae version of ‘Amen.’

Below is the album I have with a different version of Amen.

Sun Ra on Halloween — 38

This may be too late since Halloween is over in about three hours. But the best Halloween album I can think of is Sun Ra’s ‘The Magic City. Yes that Magic City.

Sun Ra was a far-out jazz and blues figure from Birmingham. He even dressed up as one could or might for Halloween — in long robes and head dresses. Except he did it all the time, not just Oct. 31.

I bought ‘Sun Ra and His Solar Arkestra, a reissue of a 1965 recording, on a recent trip back to Athens, Ga., and WUXTRY Records.

I’m not including it on my Countdown list because I just bought it and am trying to keep my vinyl countdown to records I bought growing up. But I’m listening to this on a Halloween night and its free form avant garde jazz has prepared me nicely for any scares that are awaiting out in the blackness. Add flutes, saxophone, drums, etc. it makes a mighty psychedelic stew.

Oh what the heck, I’ll put this on my Countdown after all.

Rubber Rodeo — 229

ALBUMS: Rubber Radio (EP) )1982

MVC Rating 3.0/$$, (1982)

I will say this, thousands and thousnds upon thousands of inexplicable rock star names are out there and this is one that I can’t even scrape up a guess.

Rubber Radio is this one one , which debuted with ‘Rubber Rodeo in 1981.

Hmm. is there a Plastic Playgrounds?

Belushi and Dan Akroyd popularized an old soul 1950s hit –‘Rubber Biscuits,’ –and of course there was Birmingham singer Eddie Kendricks known for his hit record , ‘Rubber Band Man.’

Rubber Rodeo, on the other hand came out as a New Wave cow-punk band that was sweeping, nation, well maybe dustbrooming .the nation.

Despite some good press and a couple or so albums, they never bounced back.

Bounced back? From what? Well I was making a little joke there, but if you must know, rubber head, in the cow punk genre they just weren’t as good as Jason and Scorchers, Rank and File, Danny and Dusty and, got to mention some of X’s work..

And they were from Boston.

Just what is it about this song in this Daily Journal, May 11, 2020.

Here’s an excerpt about a pretty amazing song. I just posted on AL.com:

Living on free food tickets, Water in the milk, From a hole in the roof, Where the rain came through, What can you do? MmmWhat is it about this song?It’s called ‘Love of the Common People,’ first recorded in 1967, it has been recorded by many many artists — some quite big , yet it always seems to be flying under the radar.“I’ve heard that before. Who sings it?” is the reaction I get most often when I play it for someone.Maybe it was at a friend’s house? Or your parents played one of its abundant iterations. I’ve heard that song before. Who sings it?From country singers to reggae versions to punk and soul. Waylon Jennings, John Denver, Elton John and the Everly Brothers.

TO SEE ENTIRE STORY GO TO

https://www.al.com/opinion/2020/05/just-what-is-it-about-this-song.html

Here’s the writer’s version of the song.

Daily Journal, Sunday, May 10 (Little Richard and Happy Mother’s Day edition)

Happy Mother’s Day everybody. It’s Mom’s Appreciation Day or MAD as we call it. Actually, no It’s, of course Mother’s Day (for MD, what every mom wanted their son or daughter to grow up and be.} Well, we didn’t all become doctors but I’ve lived for the most part a wonderful life and I bless and acknowledge my mother’s assistance in that. Please try to empathize with our Moms. Todays a day where we stop and say I Love You.

(And a very happy BIRTHDAY, tomorrow May 11, to the love of my life, Catherine.

I also want t say RIP to one of the greats, Little RIchard, who is on my countdown albeit I don’t really have any vinyl of the rock and roll Little RIchard — rather I have a gospel record.

Little Richard, aka Richard Penniman from Macon, Ga., belongs up there with Chuck Berry, Elvis Presley and the Beatles in completing the crossover mixture of white and black song stylings that melded in what we call rock and rollld.

His jagged falsetto and frenetic presentation of rock and roll songs had never been heard quite like Little Richard delivered them. His influences can be heard all over rock and roll, very specifically in Paul McCartney’s vocal yells and yelps.

Daily Journal April 30, 2020, ‘A loneliness infected’ version

Strange days, indeed.’ –John Lennon.

A Loneliness Infected; Searching for meaning in quarantine

What are you doing? My wife asked.

“Just thinking.”

Its the umpteenth day of working from home and I feel a loneliness to my bones. And I got other people in the house, the aforementioned Catherine, my wife, and my daughter, Hannah, and her husband, Tom.

Just thinking.

Humans are social animals. We love to connect with other people. My daughters in their teen years would run out the door. Where ya going I’d holler from a comfy chair in front of a sports game.

Just hanging out , bye daddy, they’d say.

Call me, I’d yell back.

I was happy knowing they were happy ‘just hanging out.’

My wife was a pastor at a church in San Francisco so weekends she was always working. But I was happy knowing I’d go play basketball with ‘the guys.’ Hangin’ with the guys. And get home just as the daughters were running out of the door.

I had a soft chair, cold beverage and a TV. I was content.

I have to admit I’m having difficulty now finding that content spot as I quarantine against the coronavirus. Things are different now. I’m older, we all are older. I’m at special risk because of my Lewy body dementia diagnosis.

Maybe it’s self evident or too obvious that a little fear has creeped into my psyche.

Since the virus, I’ve often wondered and even asked people,: ‘What about the people who live alone.?’ I think there are many people lonely in a way they’ve never been before.

It’s a loneliness infected.

It comes with the exposure of our overwhelming vulnerability as humans on this planet. We are brought to our knees by a bug that we can’t see. COVID-19, like all viruses, are not exactly living beings, according to scientists.

FULL STORY CLICK HERE FOR WHAT’S POSTED ON AL.com

Keep checking myvinylcountdown.com for more countdown vinyl record reviews. I have Queen as the latest. Just before Queen ther was P.J. Proby, who has a story that is pretty rock and roll.

Here’s a couple of pertinent song from John Lennon.