Monday, February 24, 2020
Friday, February 21, 2020
Tuesday, February 18, 2020
Monday, February 3, 2020
JC Carroll (The Members) has been busy
You've heard of the trans-Europe Express - now hear this -- about JC's Great-Aunt Irma escaping from those Bolsheviks (true story). It is a song from his new album called West ByFleet Selfie
Sunday, February 2, 2020
Television and Patti Smith at CBGBs in 1975
Intro
Television 00:45 Fire Engine
Television 04:00 Tuning
Television 05:07 Judy (Hello Jim)
Television 08:50 Poor Circulation
Television 14:00 Tuning
Television 14:40 Breakin' In My Heart
Television 20:30 Foxhole (The Soldier Boy)
Speech 25:39
Patti Smith 26:14 Soundcheck and tuning
Patti Smith 28:51 We're Gonna Have A Real Good Time Together
Patti Smith 31:33 Redondo Beach
Patti Smith 35:45 Birdland
Patti Smith 41:46 Speech
Patti Smith 43:20 Space Monkey
Patti Smith 48:01 Distant Fingers
Patti Smith 53:30 Gloria
Television 01:00:43 Venus T
elevision 01:04:54 Marquee Moon
Television 01:12:39 Friction
Saturday, February 1, 2020
Andy Gill ... That essence rare ... 1 2 2020

We knew
the songs - love will get you like a case of anthrax. At home he's a
tourist. They knew what we all want. I love a man in a uniform.
Unburdened. And you've just reminded me we found out about the secret
after-show at that hotel downtown. I think we got a taxi. Was that the
day I met you, Delphine Blue? Wasn't it taped off but we ducked around. I
remember we were on the grey flat floor with them just alive again just
amazed again adoration. Magi, not just three wise men -- a gang of four
with their gold, sense and Andy Gill, and Andy Gill gone now, gone
beyond the velvet rope. Leaving star dust.
What a gift, what treasure. THAT red album with the men shaking hands that we swept into the record shop to scoop up and become acquainted with, to grip on the bus, to put diamond to the groove, and if I close my eyes with it spinning, be with that heavenly memory.
What a gift, what treasure. THAT red album with the men shaking hands that we swept into the record shop to scoop up and become acquainted with, to grip on the bus, to put diamond to the groove, and if I close my eyes with it spinning, be with that heavenly memory.
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