kissing and fainting
you feel lucky when there is one that pops up
I saw a few legends
‘It’s been the best day of the summer’
Hopefully, Arroyo Seco will be re-launched in 2020
The boulder just rolled down to the bottom again
He rest on his laurels
37 years of you
Lather, rinse, repeat
I was gonna pass on this tour as well, and tickets were essentially sold out, when my friend, guitarist JJ McCabe, asked me to check out availability
Arabs aren’t the only, and not even the biggest, objects of rock racism. In ’76, mindless punks wore swastikas at English concerts (swastikas adorned the label of Vicious’s pathetic Sid Sings). Siouxsie Sioux used to sing “too many Jews for my liking.” By the time punk had passed, an English offspring called “Oi” aligned themselves with the fascist party, the National Front. The NF advocated Pakistani bashing and sending the West Indians back to where they came from
Full disclosure: in the mid-90s I did a tropical Latin music show on WPFW-FM so I wasn’t paying attention in those years to Anglo-American music, and in the late nineties I had a kid and was too exhausted to keep up, but in the mid-00s, I did go back to fill the gaping lacunae. I’m sure I missed some major tunes, so feel free to let me know what they are.
Crazy Little Thing called Love (Live At Wembley Stadium) – Queen – We could debate it but this straightforward Presleyish rocker is Freddie’s finest moment, just not this version where the extended end doesn’t work – B
Ah, the 1980s…foremost was the effect that the economic policies of Margaret Thatcher had on British bands, epitomised most obviously by the Specials’ “Ghost Town” and less obviously by a slew of other songs
The Cure were one of those bands that were a staple in my teenaged world. Always crushing on frontman Robert Smith (such a sexy beast) while convinced he was gay (not). The songs of lament and angst were delivered in a croaky whine that went straight through the heart.