Wow. Wow.
Thanks, Tuttle.

wow

*raising a toast to those we lost this year*

Aloha, Newt, you’re welcome…! ;-)

Aloha, Suz…! *cheers*

Thanks for the memories, may they all be in peace.

My Dad is a musician, and still playing weekly at various spots at “the home.” He LOVES it there, and his favorite is the Friday night cocktail hour where he plays the drums, as the singer does Big Band songs. He is 88 years old. I love him.

Aloha, CE and bg…! God bless his soul…! ;-)

I will see him on Dec. 28th rather than Christmas Day. I think that this is ok.

What a guy!

Anybody know someone I might’ve missed…? Please chime in…! ;-)

Keeps the place rockin’, so fab. Great when they are able to be so lively at that age. I know one who is still skiing at 91. Incredible.

Kate McGarrigle was Louden Wainright’s ex-wife. Very sad.

Don’t forget Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson! RIP Sleazy, industrial pioneers Throbbing Gristle will not be the same without you.

Aloha, junk…! Any Youtube clips available…?

My Dad is such a sweetheart. We had a car count years ago — how many have you owned? Both my Dad and MrCE’s dad had a contest with cars. So funny. Like 40 each by 1984.

Goodnight Pups!

How cool! I love friendly family competitions.
I saw a movie some time back – a family gathered for one event or another, and one contest was to see who could load the dishwasher most efficiently (meaning ridiculously full), and still get the door closed. It was a blast.

Sleep tight, CE…! ;-)

I’m going to throw Mark Linkous in here too.

That’s a long list. A year of musical attrition it was.

As a jazz musician i could never listen to capt beefheart, and i really did try a few times. never made it all the way through Trout Mask without shutting it off, may as well be yoko ono to me.

Mahalo, TBogg…! Are you still in the Isles or back home in San Diego…?

Bless ya and the list . . .

A fine batch they all were . .

Fine, FINE, folks.

N bless yer heart, CT.

Fine and fully.

*BLESS*

I can do that job! Packing a dishwasher – and actually getting clean dishes – is a form of Zen.

Ask not why I have this particular talent. I’d say it was genetic but my mother’s dishwasher broke in 1971 and when my dad failed to fix it to her satisfaction (as in, it didn’t leak any more), she decided she really didn’t have much use for those newfangled contraptions and hasn’t had one since.

I just have this talent…

…may as well be yoko ono to me…

Ooh that is cold…! ;-)

Teddy Pendergrass

just trying to describe how inaccessabile his music was (to me). way out there.

Nice posting CT!

We definitely are losing some great ones as time passes by. Damn, sometimes music is the only thing that seems like a mighty salve to heal some of the wounds we have these days…

May these fine folks live on through their music… and a tip of the hat to one of my favs: Solomon!

James Moody

I never mastered the discipline.
I have all these sharply-curved bowls, you see, and they screw up the Maytag Mojo.

Really…? Dayam, How’d I miss that one… Mahalo…!

Somehow I doubt you’re much of a Country Joe and the Fish fan, either.

Hmmm… Jazz, you say? Ha! I’ll see your jazz and raise you some live Zappa.

that is cold but boy, i know the feeling. My son’s favorite Norwegian death metal bands have me shouting “turnitoff turnitOFF!”

Mahalo, YYSyd…! ;-)

Alex Chilton, too.

Woolly Wolstenholme of Barclay James Harvest Band

Aloha, Margot…! That’s what I tell my teens when they crank the Rap and/or Hip Hop…! *gah*

Study the pegs, grasshopper, for it is between them the chi of the curved bowls is found. Om.

I swear dishwasher manufacturers only know of plates. They so rarely allow for other dish forms.

Yea! Teddy early in January of 2010…

I like country joe because they were part of the anti-war movement, and the music is funny. I like the more popular zappa – saw him twice. alot of his stuff was pretty far out (jazz from hell) and weird for the sake of being weird, but the apostrophe/overnight sensation era band was great. thanks for the links

LOL – that’s funny.

LOL!, I shall observe the master.

I understand the problem. They just don’t use enough bagpipes and recorders.

CT, thank you. It’s sad, but good to remember the awesome talents that have walked amongst us.

CT…

I raised 4 children and had music in the house all the time from every possible genre…they all kind of went with what made them feel happy and much of their taste reflects having a lot to choose from and listen to…

kids definitely go through all kinds of music stages, but if they dig it, it’s their ears…I learned a lot from listening to “their” music, and we all enjoy one another’s choices these days….

I will admit that I gave my son some shit about Sid & Nancy back in the day!

Aloha, M’dear…! How’s MinneSnowta…! ;-)

Oh god. That is… interesting.
Bless their hearts.

Nice! Psychedelic video, too!

Where’s my incense and patchouli oil?

And, Abby Lincoln.

*heh* I’m not charitable enough to even label that noise as a genre of music…! ;-)

And they are quite popular if… a little… odd.

Just a minute there. Pistols rule(d).

I considered myself fairly open, but Sid and the gang just wasn’t mee cup of tea…but my lad soon moved on to other music and I was glad for it!!

Well, I don’t know what you have against Sid Viscious and Nancy Sinatra. Personally, I liked their duets.

Plasmatics did too…! Wendy let it all hang out…! ;-)

I tried very hard with the Sid & the Pistols…but it was all too much self inflicted pain and drama that got in the way…IMHO!…and of course lots of the pain and drama was the POINT!

Different strokes for different folks…that’s cool!

I was referring to Hip Hop and Rap songs…! Maybe if they’d actually played instruments and not digital tracks and electronic drums…!

It was the point.
They couldn’t play, they couldn’t sing, they couldn’t stand up straight. They were perfectly suited for the anarchy that dominated urban England at the time.
They were hilariously self-destructive.

Thank god there are still great musicians among us.

WARNING: Do NOT view this video if you’re pregnant!!!

Ooh Jefferson Airplane at Woodstock…! ;-)

Well they certainly took a good run at it before their self-induced circle of pain played them out with disastrous results!

RIP!

I’ve seen a few of their clips…! I like their name too…! ;-)

From Poland
Good Morning Blues

Was there, done that…

have a whole room of faded, dazed, and purple hazed memories that I scratch around in my head for, ever so often…and sometimes pine for those musicians and the vibes of hope and togetherness that were evident at that specific time

…like the fading sun upon the grass…

The most nauseating comment from fathers to be these days is “We’re pregnant!”.

Come on guy, your work was over long before she even knew you hit a homerun…

I’ll give them an ‘A’ for effort…! ;-)

Thanks for the post CT…may your holidays be peaceful and happy!

Be well dear FirePups upon the Lake…sleep well and

pleasant dreams….

Later….

Pleasant Dreams and Happy Holidays, edve…!

Their Pat Robertson slam, Sex With Ducks, has over a million views now.

Still, there’s nothing like the classics.

How about this from Prague?

I show Sex With Ducks to my UAA Music Appreciation class in a segment titled “Where do we go next?” It goes over wildly.

Beefheart was more important than I was willing to acknowledge most of the time. I loved the jazz stuff more than almost any of the rest. Here’s my tribute from Saturday.

Here’s a young Captain Beefheart…!

Aloha, ET…! How’s Wasilla…? ;-)

A lot nicer weather than last week. Ms ET went skiing at Hatcher Pass all morning with her friend Pam. They loved it. I’m continuing to give my shop its most thorough cleaning in a decade. Writing music to be played in Dutch Harbor/Unalaska in May.

Sounds like fun…! Well, the better half is nagging me to tend to some chores before bed…! I shall thank ya’ll for the company and input…! I bid ya’ll a fond adieu for the evening…! Aloha Oe…! *g*

I know, I know. When you think of the phrase “acid rock” the Jefferson Airplane or the Doors or some other well-known west coast band comes to mind. But, really. Beefheart and Zappa were kings of the genre.

I blame jazz trumpet players, wigged-out bongo players, shade-wearing beat poets, bored electric guitarists, Art Linkletter, Andy Rooney, champagne music, sociopathic drummers, passive-aggressive bass players, Southern Comfort, Jack Daniels, the Berkley Barb, the Oracle, Ronald Reagan, Alan Ginsburg and Timothy Leary for every bit of it.

And acid. Lots of acid. Mustn’t forget the acid. Lord knows, they never did.

Whoa, there. I’ve done a major disservice to Pat Boone. Half of Zappa’s repertoire only existed to shock that man.

He did his darndest to return the favor, gosh and by golly.

Hank Jones.

Tuli Kupferberg, of the Fugs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p7VQVzMR4Rs

OK, nearly a worst-case scenario playing out here —trying to remember something by working systematically through a list of reminders …

Jerry Adler, brother of Larry Adler and also a harmonicist.

Fred Anderson of the Association for the Advancement of Creative Music.

Jimmy Dean, singer and guitarist before sausage man.

Eddie Fisher, singer.

Herb Ellis, jazz guitarist (Oscar Peterson Trio, etc.)

Composer Henryk Gorecki (just a few weeks ago; was it in the news?).

Mississippi Slim (Walter Horn), blues singer.

Willie Mitchell, jazz musician and independent record executive/producer (Al Green, Ann Peebles, Solomon Burke’s last album, etc.)

Dennis Murphy, pioneering American gamelanist.

Nathan Scott, whose numerous film/tv score credits include The Twilight Zone: “A Stop at Willoughby.”

Widely recorded session man and music educator Dennis Taylor.

Joan Sutherland.

Tony Thibodeaux, celebrated Cajun-style fiddler.

Ed Thigpen, jazz drummer (Oscar Peterson, with whom he replaced rhythm guitarist Herb Ellis; Billy Taylor).

Albertina Walker, gospel singer extraordinaire.

Lucille Smith Collier (“Little Lucy”), gospel singer, pianist, and ensemble leader (Roberta Martin Singers).

James Tyler, specialist in early strings (Julian Bream Consort, etc.).

Shirley Verrett! (I think this is who I was trying to remember.)

Jay Reatard, punk rock great in the making. RIP.

Also Mark Linkous, will be very missed.

Yes! Here’s a live performance of the reformed Throbbing Gristle (they were originally active during the late ’70s, and also the band that created the genre ‘industrial music’):

A month before his death