Summertime Blues - Eddie Cochran - The Town Hall Party (VHS)

I love how Harpo is so positive about everything- even when the market crashed and he lost all that money no one in the book is a bad guy. I love his outlook to life. After coming from poverty also. I wish he could have met his 2nd grade teacher lol! To see her reaction…. Off topic I asked introgroove this…. The quality is supposedly really good. I have seen them on eBay and I have seen a couple at secondhand stores. We have a secondhand record shop called the great escape that had one.

I never did own one. I have found discs at estate sales and other places… 5 bucks each. The funny thing is they had two of them for two dollars apiece Woody Allen bananas and Benji so I got them just for the cover art for my music room. I love the kudos to Mrs. I last watched it a year ago. It holds up really well. Like Like. I had this and stupidly let it go who needs VHS, right?? I am sure Neil had everything preserved to digital.

Paul thought he came off the worse but who knows. Just give us extra footage of them playing. I heard Summertime Blues - Eddie Cochran - The Town Hall Party (VHS) quality is great. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account.

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Like this: Like Loading Author: badfinger20 Max Power Pop fan, Baseball fan, old movie and tv show fan I hope not… Like Liked by 1 person. I guess Yoko has a cult following Like Liked by 1 person. To see her reaction… Like Liked by 1 person. The quality is supposedly really good Like Liked by 1 person. I do not have a laser disc player. I have found discs at estate sales and other places… 5 bucks each Like Liked by 1 person. Off topic I asked introgroove Like Liked by 1 person. It holds up really well Like Like.

You can still get the documentary off of eBay Like Like. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:. Email required Address never made public. I don't care that I've heard it a zillion times. That song is near godhead.

Check that ridiculous LP cover above. Would that make you part with a quarter? I did. I bought it years ago in a thrift store. So long ago that my the only exposure to Latin music up to that point had been Santana, Azteca, Malo, and Latin rock bands like that. The record was cheap, and I just thought the cover was goofy as shit. But, as goofy as it was, the music was every bit as infectious. That spontaneous twenty five cent gamble led to all sorts of shit that I hadn't heard.

Twenty five cents. We've all had records like that. Cheap gambles that pay dividends. That's why I never bothered to be one of those always hustling record collectors. What's the hurry? I've got my whole life. I'll ingest it slowly. It's not the destination, it's the journey, and I happen to like draggin' ass. I'm not even going to screw around with this one.

No blabbing needed. Five early JB cuts, from the Think! Nothing really needs to be said. Unless you have an extensive collection of the GFOS's stuff, you probably don't have these. Whilst you're there, do some digging. Boogaloo Time has some good stuff Maynard.

Twenty some odd years ago, my friend Max stopped by to have a beer and talk music, bringing with him a crappy quality video, definitely one of those recorded and duped to exhaustion. But I'd never seen it so, what the hell, right? The tape was of the Monks. Fuh huck. Instant fan. They were nuts.

They looked nuts, they sounded nuts, and they acted nuts. In an unsettling to squares sort of way. Musically, there's three things you will notice right off the bat. The electric banjo, the near absence of cymbals and snare, and that beat. That relentless, steady beat, all toms and bass drum. That thud is menacing right where it is, it doesn't need a wall of Marshalls behind it.

Their lyrics? These guys were pissed, I'll leave it at that. The band's whole story is pretty remarkable, but I'm not going to go into that. There's a few profiles linked below, if you're so inclined and you should be.

Much more thorough versions than I'm capable of. I'm posting these because something happened that got me thinking. Remember the kid Isak, from a few weeks back, that did his class project on Moondog? His Summertime Blues - Eddie Cochran - The Town Hall Party (VHS) Espen wrote that, the other day, he was reading a bit about the Monks' Gary Burger who passed away in March online when Isak and his friend Karl were walking by.

Karl was taken aback by a photo of the Monks, so while Isak, who is eleven years old by the way, explained to him who the Monks were, ol' man Espen dug the CD out, and played it for them. Forty minutes later they were walking around singing "Cuckoo". Espen tells this story way better in the comments on this post.

It made me happy that, although Gary Burger had died the third Monk to passhere was Summertime Blues - Eddie Cochran - The Town Hall Party (VHS) couple preteen kids keeping the beat alive. Not even of hipster age, and they could end up cuckooing down the hall at recess. It got me thinking that this world would benefit if all parents and children made more time for weird.

Quality weirdness, often and early. How could that not open doors? But, that's the yapping of someone with no parenting experience whatsoever. Regardless, here's to parents, to kids, to roads less traveled and all that folksy jive.

To Gary Burger. To the Monks. To the beat. The Monks- Complication mp3 at Detour. The look of the bands and a large part of the audience, while not always as outlandish as the media often described it, was intentionally sending a message that "we're not like you". Ragtag ensembles of thrift store clothes, crazy hair colors rare back thenbadges, leather, slogans plastered on anything and everything, spiked hair, boots and a lot of black.

This is not a description by some clueless knucklehead decades after the fact. I'd seen scores of punk bands at that point, read the magazines, scooped up independent punk 45s, and, with like minded friends, put out a fanzine and put on shows. I was as familiar with West coast punk rock as just about any other participant. But nothing prepared me for the Middle Class. I don't remember where I saw then first, but I do remember them taking the stage as an opening act, looking totally normal, like they just got off work.

They were young, and not derelict or dangerous looking at all. The only thing that was punk rock about their look was that there wasn't any of the rock star wannabe posing, nothing flashy. In fact the only thing that looked different about them is that they didn't seem to go out of their way to look different.

Then they plugged in and started to play. Ho-ly shit. It was as if they had all of the angst of the entire scene bottled up, and let loose like a can of shaken soda pop. One short aggressive song after another, some played faster than anything I'd ever heard. Total teen fury. Their first self released 45 was no different. It's regarded as one of the very first, if not the first, hardcore records. Pre-mosh moron hardcore, and that was a small window. I ended up meeting the band and, with friends, put on a show in which they were sandwiched between the Alleycats and, if memory serves, the Crawdaddys.

After the show, I hung out with them, Black Randyand Alice Bag, in the hotel they were spending the night at. I'm only mentioning that because I spent enough time around them to surmise that this was a band of nice, unassuming guys, with nary a hint of posturing. They were different. Different from "normals", different from rock bands, and different from other punk bands. They were unknowing trailblazers.

Middle Class were, in their own way, more punk rock than punk rock. All of this came flooding into my head in the last twenty four hours, after learning that Mike Atta, the guitarist of the band, lost his battle with cancer on Sunday.

Folks, he was one of the good guys. That label did it again. It just wet my appetite. You know what came next. In my tortoise paced effort to hear everything that Specialty Records ever released, I took it as a cue to do a random search for something else to go with it, and I'm glad I did.

It does sound like textbook Specialty, which is to say rockin' stompin' good in the way that early rock 'n' roll was when it wasn't rockabilly. The other side of the coin, if you will.

And it's got Earl Palmer on drums and Lee Allen on sax, so, yeah, if Summertime Blues - Eddie Cochran - The Town Hall Party (VHS) know those two names, you're not reading this, you're already clicking. I had to look for some sort of bio on Harris pictured aboveand the fact that Harris's entire solo discography consists of five 45s meant there wasn't much out there.

But, let's hear it for the fiends, I found a lengthy two part bio by Opal Nationsa name as unfamiliar to me as Tony Harris. Nations, as it turns out, did a short stint with Alexis Korner in the mid-sixties, and judging by his web site, in the elite of fiends. A long, long bio of Harris, when there's practically nothing else online; that's a ticket to the top tier. Really, the bio was written inso you can guess what his researching was like.

Hat's off to Opal Nations, and all the other fiends. They're the ones that have really kept things greased all along, before the internet and since. Bedtime For Democracy Alternative Tentacles, Mutiny on the Bay Manifiesto, Live at the Deaf Club Manifiesto, Directo grabado en la sala Club of the Deaf el 3 de marzo de Holiday in Cambodia Alternative Tentacles, Kill The Poor Alternative Tentacles, In God We Trust Inc.

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