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Sweet Tooth

I’d forgotten all about this song; it popped up on my YouTube home page.  It must have gotten some decent airplay in the day, or I wouldn’t likely have heard it.  It wasn’t as big as Little Willy, Ballroom Blitz, FOTR or LILO, but it might be as good as any of them.  Although it gets a little busy in places, it has a great hook in the chorus.  Verses are strong as well.  I’m wondering if John Lydon got his Anarchy in the U.K. snigger from the opening.

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Home Sweet Home

You’ve all probably heard this, but you may not have seen this genuinely creepy video.

I’ve been here five hours, made six bad decisions …
I’ve been kicked out of Sweden, I’ve been busted in Spain
And New York I don’t care to discuss
But the things that I find fit to do in this town
Would turn my poor mammy to dust

Pretty much. The soul of this town was created early on by riverboat workers and whores. It can be repressed here and there, but it’s always lurking somewhere. You can hear it in everything from Sun rockabilly to Big Star 3rd.

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For Local Bastards

This evening Jody Stephens will be chatting about his favorite topic, nachos.  Just kidding!  Big Star, of course.  I  won’t be attending, but passing along in case any of you local bastards are interested.

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We Want Sweet!

Okay – you have to admit, this YouTube discovery is pretty …

 

 

Wait for it …

 

 

Cool.

What did you think I was gonna say?

A BBC documentary originally broadcast in February 1974 charting 24 hours in the life of a rock band that asks the question: “Is the music business really that glamorous?”
The show contains live material shot on the 21st December 1973 during their legendary concert in the Rainbow Theatre, London.

Featuring the original line-up:

Brian Connolly – lead vocals
Andy Scott – guitar, synthesizer, vocals
Steve Priest – bass, vocals
Mick Tucker – drums, percussion, vocals

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This Be The Verse

By Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

This poem was my introduction to Larkin. I don’t agree with the last two lines, but holy fucking shit, I’ve never agreed with anything more for the rest of it.