Monday, February 24, 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

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

I remember beaming at you on the balcony of the velvet black jewellery box of Irving Plaza, Tim, looking down at that joyous, one mass, all dancing and moving together, arms, waving, like phantastic ants that were somehow carrying Irving Plaza somewhere else, the balcony reached by vinyl red staircases tunneling down and up and around and the stage black curtain pulled apart. Hugo Burnham suspended in air, cymbals hanging from the ceiling it seemed, drum kit lit front and central, like he was managing a Star Trek desk and the whole place lifted off, just lifted off, just joyfully lifted off, didnt it? 
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.