Friday Nite YouTubeBox - 70s Hard Glammy Psycho Pop Edition

Suzi Quatro - Daytona Demon



The Sweet - Little Willy



Wizzard - Ball Park Incident



Nazareth - This Flight Tonight



Alice Cooper - Is It My Body



X-Ray Spex - I Am A Poseur



David Bowie - Oh You Pretty Things

And it's not even his birfday!

I heard two Dobie Gray songs on two different radio stations today. Which doesn't happen every day. Which is why I consider it noteworthy.

On the morning commute, I heard this one on 94.7, the oldies station:



The In Crowd

During afternoon drive-time, 97.1 "The Drive" played this one:



Drift Away

Or maybe it was the other way around. And the radio stations might have been reversed. But still. Two -- some would say "both" -- Dobie Gray songs, in one day.

Yeah, when I finally put my feet up and take a load off at the close of bidniss each night, I'm tired, sure. No doubt about it. But it's a good kind of tired, you had better bet.

Say it loud!

I'm back and I'm proud!

Vacation time is over. Back to work like a cranked-up monkey on crank. And after work is done ... No time to blog-ue, blog me the idol, I blog you the whip! Oh, that's just my pet blog, Reggie. I hate blogs!!!

Yeah. There were some totally superfluous references to the opening portion of Raiders of the Lost Ark in the last part there. Did you spot them? Did you notice they are standing in for any substantive content? Me too.

Vacations mean good times, good topics. Check back in the next couple of ... indeterminate time units ... for More to Come on some or all or more or none of the following topics:

• La Festa Italiana
• Hookah with a heart of gold
• Vintage Base Ball World Series
• Harold Ball and Kumar Than Dirt Go to Pizza Hut
• Habaneros and Brimstone Diet: A Recipe for Pain

For now, here's this one-part lesson on How to Tell You Are on Vacation. Lesson One: You wake up with a splitting headache, and a real dog with you in bed.

I found out long ago / It's a long way down the holiday road

OK, last few remaining holdout blog vistors and visitrixes, it's vacation time. In a couple of hours I'll be wending off to an at-this-time undisclosed destination or destinations to do some things that I expect to subsequently be too lazy to blog about.

Here's a mystery to ponder in the meantime -- what did they do with the real Lindsey Buckingham, after they replaced him with the robot cyborg from planet Blankaffect V that they used in this video?

Hey, we got rock 'n' roll birfdays today! Today we got rock 'n' roll birfdays! And associated embedded YouTubes!

In the words of Ray Rayner -- Happy birfday, if it is your birfday.

Rock 'n' roll birfday number one: Joe Jackson

Hey, it's Joe Jackson's birfday today. If looks could kill, there's a man there who's marked down as dead. But, yet, he's still alive. I think.


I'm the Man


Awkward Age


(Accompanying Todd Rundgren) While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Rock 'n' roll birfday number two: Eric Carmen

Hey hey! It's Eric Carmen's birfday today! He doesn't know what he wants, but he wants it now.

Here is a veddeo of The Raspberries paforming on the Mike Douglas show in 1974. Incidentally, it is also Mike Douglas's birfday today. Although Mike Douglas died last year ... on his birfday. Wow. That's freaky. OK, before this becomes a bummer post, I will commence veddeo embedding now.


The Raspberries - Go All the Way

Not too old to rock 'n' roll

Hey, it's Ian Anderson's birfday today!

Yes it is. Therefore, here's a whole sackful o' Tull. Which sounds awful. But it's not, I swear!


Boureé


Fat Man


Mother Goose/Jack-A-Lynn


Skating Away on the Thin Ice of a New Day


Hunting Girl


My God


Too Old to Rock 'n' Roll

Lee Hazlewood: July 9, 1929 - August 4, 2007

No Train to Stockholm

Cubs fans are dumb, and other things that go without saying

This blog has been, like, not blogging itself lately. Which is a shame, cuz I haven't been blogging it either. Maybe later. After spending the better part (or, more accurately, worse, worser, and worsest parts) of 2007 working on a new publication for my ayday objay (which new publication is now finally on the market, but spare me the invitation to celebrate -- I don't really do that, ever), I just haven't had any interest in playing with words in my spare time. Even this is painful, right now. Ouch! Ouchouchouch!!! But it's starting to become even more painful to look at the non-extant-ness of this white-on-black webular space, knowing full well that I could do better (the four most hateful words in the English language, in my opinion -- at least when placed in that specific order). So ... here's another empty threat: More posts to come soon. Or not.

I'm heading over to the Roky Erickson show tonight at Abbey Pub, so I might as well promise to do a review of that. Why not? I can always renege.