So, I had my plan to post the next mixtape I made in daily installments, but then suddenly the next mixtape I made happened in about a four hour period (very, very quick for me), was almost entirely flow-on-a-theme-based, and to top it all off, was a solid 26 tracks at 79 minutes and 50 seconds, so it would’ve taken a little less than a month to post, anyway.
Now, coming at you, is the last track from the mixtape I made for my best friend Morgan this morning. I’m posting in reverse order so that when you look at my tumbltape or my tumblr audio parser in two weeks’ time, the mixtape will be in order.
Also, though, I’m posting the last one first, because the description I have for it means sooner is better than later:
I’ve been on a Bad Company kick since Morgan and I drove back to Montgomery, if I recall correctly. Bad Company is, as I said, a truly, remarkably solid album, with plenty of lessons to teach a young rock’n’roll band. Well, this is the end of the mixtape, and the end of my Bad Company kick. For now, at least.
This is The Replacements’ cover of “Can’t Get Enough,” the first track from Bad Company’s eponymous album, appearing on The Shit Hits the Fans, an audience-taped, bouncer-confiscated concert the ‘Mats played in Oklahoma, I guess while touring for Let it Be, as “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love,” which is roughly representative of the amount of lyrics they usually remembered to get out before disintegrating and reassembling into another cover. The album’s about 25 tracks in twice as many minutes, with not even half as many songs completely performed. So yeah, it’s awesome.
“Timing is everything, but it wasn’t Robert Johnson’s best friend. Sweeping out of the Rolling Stones’ shopping list when they were searching for Mick Taylor’s replacement, Johnson (whose very name should have landed him the job) was one of the hottest rock & roll guitarists of the mid-’70s, bluesy and bruising, street smart and sharp, and a gritty songwriter, too. But one glance at his debut album and you have him pegged for another new waver, just one more in that long line of quirky power poppers who emerged from the post-Costello ’70s and were soundly dismissed on the spot. Which leaves Close Personal Friend in that awkward space somewhere between the classic it is and the bargain-bin regular it became. Too soulful for the skinny-tie brigade but too confusing for everyone who should have loved it, Close Personal Friend features ten stunning rockers that dance on the brittlest edge of American roots, and if any album of that era demands rediscovery, this is it.”—Dave Thomas, reviewing Robert Johnson’s Close Personal Friend for AMG.
Upon seeing this post, I immediately thought, “Yeah, you and about everyone I know within 4 years of my age.” But then, thinking about just what a big part this song has played in the semi-adolescent era of the lives of a not insignificant portion of this generation… I mean, it’s about an absentee parent, and a lot of us were raised on, if not by, it.
Nick Lowe & His Cowboy Outfit: “Tempted” (Squeeze Cover) Live at the Paradise, October 17, 1985
I’ve had a serious Nick Lowe boner lately1 if only because most of his music is versatile enough to soundtrack the past few days, when I’ve mainly lounged in a rented beach chair and aiming George Foreman-grilled meats towards my gaping maw.
After the demise of Rockpile—his early 80s band with Dave Edmunds—Nick put together the cheekily named Cowboy Outfit that featured a pair of stellar guitars in Martin Belmont (from Graham Parker’s Rumour) and Billy Bremner from the ‘Pile. They stuck together long enough to back Nick on 1984’s self-titled Nick Lowe & His Cowboy Outfit album and The Rose of England 2 the following year.
Today’s track comes from a pre-Rose concert in Boston and the entire show is ace, with Lowe encouraging the crowd to shout out requests, promising to play them “if [he] can remember the words”. This cover—along with a stellar “Marie Provost”—is maybe my favorite track from the performance. Yes, I know you were all bashing your heads against your kitchen counter, wondering what songs I liked best.
1 He’s one of my Top Three Favorite Englishmen and I’m certain that any regular readers can name the other two.
2 The album was produced by Huey Lewis and features The News on several of the tracks.
See, I was gonna get started on this thing I thought up yesterday, where I make a mixtape and post a song from it every day, giving whatever notes I have for its inclusion, or just information about it. But I’m too busy listening to Mott the Hoople right now.
Javier sez, “A teenager asks Yahoo! Questions whether maintaining a lending library in his school locker is illegal (as opposed of merely in contravention of school regulations). A school friend asked to borrow off him The Catcher in the Rye, one of the books in the banned list, and one thing led to another…”
This happened a lot and my locker got to overflowing with the banned books, so I decided to put the unoccupied locker next to me to a good use. I now have 62 books in that locker, about half of what was on the list. I took care only to bring the books with literary quality. Some of these books are:
The Perks of Being a Wallflower His Dark Materials trilogy Sabriel The Canterbury Tales Candide The Divine Comedy Paradise Lost The Godfather Mort Interview with the Vampire The Hunger Games The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court Animal Farm The Witches Shade’s Children The Evolution of Man the Holy Qu’ran … and lots more.
Anyway, I now operate a little mini-library that no one has access to but myself. Practically a real library, because I keep an inventory log and give people due dates and everything. I would be in so much trouble if I got caught, but I think it’s the right thing to do because before I started, almost no kid at school but myself took an active interest in reading! Now not only are all the kids reading the banned books, but go out of their way to read anything they can get their hands on. So I’m doing a good thing, right? Oh, and since you’re probably wondering “Why can’t you just go to a local library and check out the books?” most of the kids are too chicken or their parents won’t let them but the books. I think that people should have open minds. Most of the books were banned because they contained information that opposed Catholicism. I limit my ‘library’ to only the sophmores, juniors and seniors just in case so you can’t say I’m exposing young people to materiel they’re not mature enough for. But is what I’m doing wrong because parents and teachers don’t know about it and might not like it, or is it a good thing because I am starting appreciation of the classics and truly good novels (Not just fad novels like Twilight) in my generation?
Give that kid a medal and a full-ride scholarship to the best library school in the country, please!
Just got a lot of Dead Moon, and I’m listening to them now for the first time, so here’s a song from one of Fred Cole’s first bands, released in ‘67, I think—“You Must Be A Witch,” by the Lollipop Shoppe. They were called the Weeds before they got a record contract.
Q:Bob, what about the situation of American poets. Kenneth Rexroth has estimated that since 1900 about 30 American poets have committed suicide.
A:30 poets! What about American housewives, mailmen, street cleaners, miners? Jesus Christ, what's so special about 30 people that are called poets? I've known some very good people that have committed suicide. One didn't do nothing but work in a gas station all his life. Nobody referred to him as a poet, but if you're gonna call people like Robert Frost a poet, then I got to say this gas station boy was a poet, too.
Q:Bob, we understand you're writing a book.
A:Yeah, it's a funny book. I think it's coming out by Spring.
Q:What's it about?
Q:...don't you have any important philosophy for the world?
A:I don't drink hard liquor, if that's what you mean.
Q:No. The world in general. You and the world?
A:Are you kidding? The world don't need me. Christ, I'm only five feet ten. The world could get along fine without me. Don'tcha know, everybody dies. It doesn't matter how important you think you are. Look at Shakespeare, Napoleon. Edgar Allan Poe, for that matter. They're all dead right?