Even better is the analysis of the event afterward by Al Michaels, which gives what I consider to have been Billy West’s finest moment: “Peter, if Nicole calls, be suspicious.”
Peace and love to Maury from Brooklyn, wherever you are.
I stopped by the Record Archive over the weekend looking for storage solutions for vinyl. I ended up perusing the 2 for $5 used compact disc section and scored two, count them, two Dance Hall Crashers releases, “Honey, I’m Homely,” and “The Live Record.”
One of the greatest shows I’ve ever seen was DHC. In San Francisco. At the Filmore.
Good times.
Of course it’s the old stuff (“1989-1992”) that really gets me. There is a precision to this band’s rhythm work that is unique, and oy, Elyse Rogers and Karina Denike…those voices. There is a seeming dichotomy to matching those harmonies with the backbeat, but the parts fit.
I learned, too, and did not previously know, that DHC started as a post Operation Ivy project, fronted for like five minutes by Tim Armstrong and Matt Freeman. That’s right. Friggin’ LINT named this band.
As just so happens, I came across this historical document of that same fella tracking down and interviewing the band. This clip is a nice look at that scene at the time.
By the way, the DHC sound? That’s certainly not all that Karina Denike can do.
I’ve always liked to imagine that Gwen Stefani was influenced by these kids.
Look, everybody! It’s John Paul Jones with a banjo!
There were only two (2) radio shows that I considered to be so vital that I would regularly record them to listen to later.
The other one was The Howard Stern Show.
However, way before I was a rabid fan of the KOAM, I was listening to American Top 40. The show, which began airing when I was two years old, was certainly required listening for me by the time I was, oh, what, eight?
I can specifically remember acts and songs Casey introduced me to. “Ring My Bell” by Anita Ward. “Life’s Been Good” by Joe Walsh. “Emotion” by Samantha Sang (and the Bee Gees). “Hungry Like the Wolf” by Duran Duran. And on and on and on and on.
Kasey Casem long passed on his mantle to Ryan Seacrest, and I have long stopped listening, except occassionally when I think to catch the rebroadcast on satellite radio. (And rebroadcasting the Casem-era countdowns is such a stroke of genius that I’m certain Sirius will end the practice soon if it has not already.) Because there’s only one fella as far as I’m concerned who was up to this task. (And also, admittedly, because I am an old man who is no longer interested in most of the product touted by the good ol’ Top 40.
Anyway, so long to the steadiest voice ever to air, and thanks for feeding me music for many, many years.
Not to mention: “A political liberal, he narrated a campaign ad for George McGovern’s 1972 presidential campaign,[16] hosted fundraisers for Jesse Jackson’s presidential campaigns in 1984 and 1988,[17] supported Ralph Nader for U.S. President in 2000, and supported progressive Democrat Dennis Kucinich in his 2004 and 2008 presidential campaigns.[18]”
And now for something glib and probably inappropriate, but utterly unavoidable:
Or this
Also of interest
Dad got one of these for Fadah’s Day.
Clear eyes. Full hearts. Hope it fits.
(He confirms that it does fit. Can’t lose!)
“But [O.J. Simpson’s manager Norman] Pardo also says [O.J.] Simpson asked that race not be the focal point of his Nevada defense because Illinois senator Barack Obama was running in the presidential election that November and Simpson didn’t want to hurt his chances.”
ABC News Radio was just doing a brief story on the new exclusion of American writers from the high school curriculum. The news reader referred to “Harper Lee and his ‘To Kill a Mockingbird.'” Good idea, this excluding American authors from a kid’s reading list. #harperleeisabroadyoumoron
But this weekend is about the wedding. My cousin who was in my childhood kind of a sister, well, her daughter is getting married, so that means a drive to west Pennsylvania.
My first stop rolling into town was the world-famous Edinboro Hotel. I had put off lunch in the interest of getting to have a nosh downtown before showing up at the house. Something light. Chicken fingers. And the barkeep brought popcorn.
Edinboro is quiet and you can see the stars, and from my Gramma’s howse you can see the lake, and it’s pretty. So tomorrow there is a wedding and I have to sleep trying to be used to all this quiet.
ABC News Radio was just doing a brief story on the new exclusion of American writers from the high school curriculum. The news reader referred to “Harper Lee and his ‘To Kill a Mockingbird.'” Good idea, this excluding American authors from a kid’s reading list. #harperleeisabroadyoumoron
But this weekend is about the wedding. My cousin who was in my childhood kind of a sister, well, her daughter is getting married, so that means a drive to west Pennsylvania.
My first stop rolling into town was the world-famous Edinboro Hotel. I had put off lunch in the interest of getting to have a nosh downtown before showing up at the house. Something light. Chicken fingers. And the barkeep brought popcorn.
Edinboro is quiet and you can see the stars, and from my Gramma’s howse you can see the lake, and it’s pretty. So tomorrow there is a wedding and I have to sleep trying to be used to all this quiet.
