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.

Tom Snyder Dead at 71

eom

It's like Romper Room ... I can see you, and you, and you, and you, and you ... and, uh ... that's all the visitors for today so far

Oh, Ameritech.net account in Bensenville, Illinois -- I'm so glad that, at this late date, somebody still cares about

what happened to wendy on steve dahl 2007

Don't ever change.

Great Riffs Think Alike - Friday Night Veddeos

Link Wray - Rumble



Richard Thompson - Shoot Out The Lights

Keen

This is the first decent clip from "Dobie Gillis" that I've been able to find on YouTube, and I have tried a few times.

It Is All Deja Over Vu Again With the Deja Vu, Again, All Over, Already, or, Nobody Goes There Cuz It's Too Crowded and Full of Total Cockholes

Hey! Long time since a baseball post! Or any post at all! But especially a baseball one!

Well, the White Sox particularly Suck right now. But ... hey, on the "bright" side, the Cubs have become a hot commodity again. Yeah! Fuck the heck!

Tonight the Cubs beat the Cards, 7-1, and the Brewers lost to Cincy, 7-3, so the Cubs are now just 2.0 back in the NL Central. And ... uh ... I dunno. Apropos of a rising interest among the suckers lately, I guess. In that the Cubs have become a hot commodity again in Chicago. Whoops.

Whoops.

Yeah

Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks perform "Orange Crate Art" in 1995.

'scuses

It's dangerous to ogblay about the objay, I know, but mine is really taking it outta me lately and leaving me with nothing much left that resembles a creative mind at the end of the day. Just complainin'.

"The green Brazil is hitting on the yellow Brazil. The green Brazil is fucking the yellow Brazil."

Breaking the blogging blight briefly to express joy at just discovering that a documentary about Tom Ze is making the film festival rounds. You go here now and read the synopsis, maybe watch the trailer. Plus you could go here and read a different take on it, and watch a different trailer (with English subtitles). And maybe go here and download a coupla mp3s while they're there. Oh, the places you have the option to which of going ... to ... thanks to the courtesy of the preceding hyperlinks, as provided free of charge, obligation, covenant, or bipsplevin munctus repribatum larkus lawyerus gibberishes, by us, CBRAT® Sports Entertainment Corporation Co., Inc., GmbH. That is all.

Hooray fer Oomeereeka!

"Een MY cone-tree, Oomeereeka YouTube veedeo watch YOU!"

Thank you, Yakov Sneerenoff.

In honor of this crappy broken nation's birthday, while the Cheney Administration is busy giving America 231 spankings with a nugatory writ of habeas corpus (made of real nougat, and a canoe paddle), I offer you the option of enjoying the following. To facilitate singalongery, here's the opening couplet, sort of a theme song unto itself for myself:

Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed

Yup, that's right, it's:

America - Sister Golden Hair

Oh it's been so long

That's what she said.

Anyway, wow, I suck. No blogs lately.

The muse remains on summer break, but in the meantime, here's a small YouTube contingent in tribute to the anonymous dude behind myself, pulling the puppet strings that are Stronger Than Dirt Pete Moss ...



The Nazz - Not Wrong Long

Addendum:



(Too-short snippet of) Lord Buckley - The Nazz

Seriously, watch that one. Gate of Horn -- you cannot hardly get more "Chicago" than that. Take that, Michiflanderers and Hosers (or whatever you're called)!

There. Now I feel a little less inadequate qua my blogeurishness.

PS - Remind me to do an obsessive post about Chicago folk music history someday. I'll enjoy putting it together.

Here is an appetizer:



John Prine - Souvenirs

PPS - And one more because I can't resist:



Steve Goodman and Jethro Burns - City of New Orleans

Saturday Night Ouyay Ubetay Ostpay

Homer & Jethro - The Battle of Kookamonga

Too clement to blog

It's summer. Shut off the computer. Go outside. And don't slam the screen door on the way out.