I love the Stones, but Jeebus, they did some horrible videos. Case in point:
Shit
Peter Halsten Thorkelson (Tork), February 13, 1942 – February 21, 2019
I always said the Monkees were a better band than they should’ve been. Rolling Stone has a brief obit here.
All Of My Shoes
I remember Makerbot having to pull off the side of the road we were laughing so hard at this.
Holy Shit!
A new Long Ryders record! A new Long Ryders record!
And for reference, an old Long Ryders cover of a NRBQ song that should’ve been a hit for both bands.
Let It Be
This should be inneresting:
Peter Jackson has signed on to direct a second archive project: a film edited from the full 55 hours of footage of the Beatles’ Let It Be recording sessions.
Jackson will somehow produce a 65 hr documentary. Apparently the original version is getting a scrub and re-release to coincide.
Why Don’t We Just Admit It’s All Over
Sorry, gents, I’ve been swamped at work.
Shit
Pete Shelley Dies At 63
United States Of Punk
According to Kerrang!, the best punk band from every state. I could argue, but at least they didn’t name the Subteens for Tennessee.
Read it here.
Boots!!
I for one enjoy the occasional crowd-sourced live recording, which is why I was happy to come across the Mckenzie Tapes:
The McKenzie Tapes is a collection of live audio recordings from some of New York City-area most prominent music venues of the 1980s and 1990s.
The collection itself was recorded by David McKenzie, a Kearny, NJ-native and former Maxwell’s employee (that’s him pictured above!). It spans mostly from 1985 to 1993, and includes shows played not only at Maxwell’s, but also The Ritz, Irving Plaza, City Gardens, and more.
David generously sent his tapes to me (Tom) in hopes of getting them archived online. I’m looking forward to sharing all this great music over the course of 2018.
All shows are available to stream or download. There are so many good people out there in the world, it makes me want to cry.
Find ’em here!
Every Day Of My Life
Go to my office, sit at my desk,
Predictably just like all of the rest.
I sit and I dream about far away places,
Away from the people with frowns on their faces.
All of my life is monotony
I’d go out for a walk but I know it would be
(Predictable)
Sure as the nose on my face
(Predictable)
Same for the whole human race
Once we (once we) had so many options
Once we (once we) had dignity and grace
Now we (now we) have got nothing but our own time to waste.