Mar 312010
 

Okay, I was gonna save this one for later in the series, but Townsman Bostonhistorian‘s gift for deciphering lyrics has made me shuffle things around a little bit. Here, submitted for your listening “pleasure,” is perhaps the weirdest — if not the creepiest — song I’ve yet to encounter in the many years I’ve been poring over discarded vinyl. Entitled “Dwarf In Heat,” this song requires very careful listening. I think I have an idea what it’s about, but… well, better heads than mine should be put to the task of figuring out what the author — one “R. Farkar” — meant to convey.

So, Bostonhistorian, enlighten us. And the rest of you: give the song a listen, if you dare!

I look forward to your responses.

HVB

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Mar 312010
 

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Townspeople,

This is your Rock Town Hall!

If you’ve already got Back Office privileges and can initiate threads, by all means use your privileges! If you’d like to acquire such privileges, let us know. If you’ve got a comment that needs to be made, what are you waiting for? If you’re just dropping in and find yourself feeling the need to make your voice heard, don’t hesitate to register and post your thoughts. The world of intelligent rock discussion benefits from your participation. If nothing else, your own Mr. Moderator gets a day off from himself. It’s a good thing for you as well as me!

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Mar 292010
 

Greetings, seekers of the rare, the weird and the unbelievably cheap! I come to you in cheerful mood, realizing that this is the twentieth episode of RTH’s popular Thrifty Music series, in which I share scratched-up slabs of vinyl I find in thrift stores, flea markets, and garbage cans around our nation’s fine capitol.

To mark this auspicious occasion, I’ve decided to post one new track every other day, until we arrive at the commemorative number of 20 — count ’em, TWENTY — new and wonderful songs I’ve rescued from perdition. Today’s track is one of many I found while combing through (no fooling) about 3000 singles I purchased from a little old lady in rural Maryland. It’s a real head-scratcher to me, because — well, why on Earth wasn’t this song a hit? And why on Earth does nobody know who The Phaetons are any more? And why can I not find a single record geek trying to sell this ultra-rarity for an absurd amount of money? It’s totally worth it, as you’ll hear. A true lost gem, in my opinion.

The only image I could find of The Phaetons is shown above. I grabbed it from this page, at which you’ll learn all there is to know — and I man that literally — about this band. But shit! Singles on Warner Brothers! Produced by Jerry Ragavoy, and co-written by “Doc” Pomus! *Great* singles, great songs, great arrangements, and… nothing. Weird.

Anyhow, enjoy the first of two Phaetons numbers I’ll be sharing as the month unfolds: “Three Weeks, Four Days and 15 Hours,” by Long Island’s own… The Phaetons!

I look forward to your comments, and I thank you for your patronage over the years.

HVB

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Mar 292010
 

“I shall mark The Undertones’ debut!”

This evening marks the beginning of the Jewish holy day of Passover. It is only fitting that Rock Town Hall observe this occasion, making sure not to interrupt tonight’s seder.

If God were to inflict a plague that would wipe out all debut albums, which debut album would you mark with the blood of a spring lamb?

For those of you unfamiliar with the Passover story, read on. Continue reading »

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Mar 282010
 

Truth?

You can’t judge an album by its cover, but let’s face it: sometimes we do. Based on cover art alone, which album was most likely to suck?

When you finally heard that album with the lousy record cover, did it actually suck, was there truth in packaging?

What’s a rare example of an album with a lousy cover that far surpassed your unfair expectations?

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Mar 262010
 


I just returned from seeing Miles Kurosky, former leader of Beulah, at Johnny Brenda’s in Philadelphia. It was a pretty good show, and Kurosky was a friendly, funny guy. Following his opening song, however, he began to spend an inordinate amount of time fretting over what he called his “albatross” of a catalog of beloved (by those who love the band, at least, like myself) Beulah songs. The first time he brought up the subject, it was a little awkward but understandable. A few songs later he explained that his new album only contained 10 songs, so the band “had to learn some covers.” Then they “covered” a Beulah song, the title of which I’m forgetting at the moment – and it’s too late to pull out the CD and find the name. Take my word for it, it was a spirited cover that psyched up an already friendly, if small, crowd. Following that song Kurosky started talking about how his previous night’s show in Washington, DC was interrupted by nonstop shout-outs for Beulah songs that his current band was not steeped in playing and that he was not as interested in playing, for various reasons. All understandable and articulated in Kurosky’s friendly, chatty manner, but then… Continue reading »

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