I know you think you understand what I said but what you dont understand is that what I said is not what I meant
Iggy Pop’s Lust for Life, though lyrically inappropriate for minors, is famous for its drum riff, but I’m always hooked by the ripping punchy bassline (surprise surprise.)
Turns out that bassist, Tony Sales, is the son of comedian Soupy Sales.
I love trivia like that.
You may, if you so desire, go listen to the ridiculous but wonderful cover by the Smithereens:
[l1]F[/l1]alling far outside the swingabilly world, Paul “hoopshank” Turrell is irresistible. How can you resist someone who writes a song about what a really big number a billion is, and turns it into something between Led Zeppelin and Yes? Continue reading “USSS: hoopshank”
[l1]P[/l1] [az]B001KPUZ90[/az]erky, yet crunchy. Or is it crunchy, yet perky? And oh, look! It’s 70s slide guitar, in the best possible sense. “I’ll sell you dreams you never knew you wanted . . . ”
Yep; it’s Goodtimes Goodtimes once again. I swear, Franc puts something in your tea that’s instantly addicting. I have, in my 50 years of constant ingestion, heard a lot o’ music. The Fortune Teller Song is one of that rare breed that has my feet tapping and head bobbing simultaneously, and that’s even during the third repeat. (I also love that the opening guitar riff is, um, an ‘homage’ [as in, lifted directly] from the Smith’s How Soon is Now?.)
You should go get your own absolutely free copy (well, it costs signing up for his newsletter; oooh) and be ready to snag a copy of the new album when it’s out.
And now that Best Beloved and I are going nomad, perhaps I’ll finally see Goodtimes Goodtimes live in its native habitat, which appears to be hip dives in London town.
[l1]N[/l1]ot a typo; it’s the name of a PacNW band. Their bass player Scott Andrew has appeared here more than once, often disguised as Walkingbirds. Watch the video. Crank it up.