Elvis Costello. Promo 12″ released at the same time as King of America. “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” recorded live at the Heartbreak in NY.
I lost the actual vinyl during the Great Failure of the 1990s.
Has anyone ripped this to mp3? I think it was also released on some crazy-ass 11 CD collection of rarities, and maybe to part of a singles collection, but I can’t find it anywhere.
Thanks to the efforts of the beautiful and talented mcbrennan this has been located. For now it can be found at my Tumblr. Go Cait!
Also: going through the discography looking for it reminds me how much he declined as an artist after the 80s. Oh well.
At UC Irvine today. This sign is clearly hand-lettered by cheerful sorority girls or their functional equivalent. What kind of collaborationist Quisling would work so hard for the
Mafia music business? Do I even want to know?
The “current music” defines it. Now this is trucker country music.
I took 3 bennies…
Cliff likes to sing and make songs. Cliff also never, ever wants to get a speeding ticket, ever again. So Cliff recorded something about his heroes.
I found out about this because the CHP’s homepage plays this song, unasked, when you visit them.
In case you don’t have Real’s plugin running on your browser, I’ve captured the magic for you in this mp3 file (4M).
And that’s today’s Law Enforcement Music Update.
Okay, so you all read “Perry and Me,” my account of how a $2.50 blurb caused famed rock star Perry Farrel to stalk the fuck out of me for months. I just ran across evidence of another bit of similar hilarity.
Another $2.50 blurb I wrote was for Henry Rollins in 1987. This was when Henry was just starting out on a literary career by doing “spoken word.” “Spoken Word” meant rock musicians doing standup comedy with occasional blank verse.
One of the regular venues for music and other things was BeBop Records, a little store on Reseda Blvd owned by a guy named Rich. In the mid to late 1980s Rich booked an impressive series of events there: live music, performance of all kinds, and art. Henry was slated to do one of his “spoken word” gigs there. I’d just seen Henry do this thing at UCLA and I wasn’t very impressed, but I didn’t pan it or tell anyone to avoid it; I just described in a very few words what it looked like.
Henry’s response is here: Hack Writer (.mp3, 5.3M). It went into a book, too, not sure which one.
The funny part was that not much later I interviewed Henry for publication. He actually came to my apartment in Hollywood on the bus from where he was living in Echo Park. I opened the door to see a very tentative and anxious rock star in black t-shirts and black shorts. He was clearly worried that I had taken his shtick to heart, but we had a good laugh and did the interview. I was impressed with how serious he was about publishing and writing.
By the time I saw him again, for another interview when he and Weiss were putting out Wartime, it was a running gag.
And now, of course, he’s Dick Clark. But that’s another story.
The world demanded it, and lo it is here: a Japanese Queen medley.
Christ on a cracker that’s good. Not sure how long that link will last. Via No-Sword.
Let fury have the hour
Anger can be power
D’you know that you can use it?
The Clash – Clampdown (mp3, 5.6M)
Most days London Calling is my desert island disc.
…and I’ve given away no secrets…
I remain on the far side of crazy
I remain a mortal enemy of man
No hundred dollar cure will save me…