Mad props! Much love and congrats to a founding Townsman who’s wife has given birth to their first baby girl! I can’t believe all the time we spend shooting the breeze over important topics like ELO, Prince, and ZZ Top, yet I had no idea (or memory, most likely, considering all the brain space I tend to use contemplating the implications of the mysterious hitchhiker hippie character in Easy Rider) of this man’s most important delivery ever! I’ll let the man spread the news and his musical aspirations for his daughter on his own time. You will be a great dad, my friend.
It’s not the footage I’ve long sought from the early ’80s Glenn Branca show I saw at Drexel University, but this is more or less how I remember seeing him from the front row with my friend Townsman Sethro, surrounded by a lot of older folks who showed up because Branca was part of some classical music package they’d bought. That crowd left early on, with fingers blocking their ears. Now I’m the old guy who occasionally shows up for the show that wasn’t really meant for me.


Sounds of the Hall in roughly 33 1/3 minutes!
After a long hiatus, Townsman Slim Jade brings back Saturday Night Shut-In for your listening and discussing pleasure. Finally! Unlike your control-freak Moderator, who’s been holed up completing some other long-running projects, Slim likes to share his playlist in advance. Who knows, maybe this is the way to go for all future episodes. You tell us. Thank you, Slim, who asks us to excuse his computer’s built-in mic, for taking matters into your own hands and kicking ass. May others follow your lead. Enjoy!
- Barry Gray – Fireball XL-5
- Mac Rebennack – Storm Warning
- Buddy Holly – Slippin’ and Slidin’
- Gene Vincent – Cat Man
- Jessie Mae Hemphill – I’m So Glad
- VU – Guess I’m Falling In Love (instrumental version)
- Glen Campbell – Guess I’m Dumb
- 101 Strings – Flameout
- The Creation – Biff Bang Pow
- Johnny Thunders -Pipeline
- Santo & Johnny – Summertime
- April Stevens – Teach Me Tiger
- Ronnie Cook – Goo Goo Muck
- The Cryin’ Shames – Please Stay
- Rockin’ Berries – She’s Not Like Any Girl
- Bo Diddley – You Don’t Care
- Sandy Nelson – Teen Beat
- Esquerita – Rockin’ the Joint
- Hasil Adkins – Peanut Butter Rock and Roll
- Brigitte Bardot – Moi Je Joue
- David Batiste – Funky Soul
- Jackie Mittoo – Reggae Riff
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I think I’ve got it: the Hall’s shortest Last Man Standing topic ever! I happened upon a Cowsills documentary while flipping channels last night. I knew almost nothing about that band. It turns out I knew a couple of their songs, but I’d never put the song titles and tunes together. I knew they were somehow the inspiration for The Partridge Family. It wasn’t covered in the two thirds of the doc that I saw, but I’m pretty sure I knew that sister Susan Cowsill was once married to The dB’s’ Peter Holsapple. That’s correct, right? Although that fact likely means something to us, I’m sure it was not deemed important for regular people who might be watching the documentary.
Anyhow, I tuned in just when the band’s lead brother pissed off the dad and got fired from both the band and the family. Pops Cowsill sounded like a complete asshole. The oldest brother, the “Brian Wilson” of the group, as one of the brothers described him, got a raw deal. The band’s career quickly went down the tubes. Pops Cowsill sounds like he was an even worse person than Murray Wilson. The family crap that followed was horrendous. Somehow Mama Cowsill, in classic tyrannical father/dysfunctional family lore, was almost completely glossed over. It bugs me when mothers are glossed over in these screwed-up family tales, even though I’m sure the message was that Mama Cowsill was as brutalized as the kids were. This from a guy who grew up with a Mom fond of letting me know that “Everyone’s guilty…of something.” But I digress…
I got to thinking: are there ANY family bands that were not driven by a tyrannical dad and/or a fundamentalist religious background, in which God, it might be argued, serves as the stern father? I’m not trying to beat up on all family bands and all family bands with religious backgrounds, mind you. I hope Pops Staples and his clan, for instance, lived as functional lives as any of us might reasonably expect. And if it doesn’t already exist the Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame should create a special “rock ‘n roll chapel” to pay tribute to the essential roll the church has played in the devil’s music.
For the purposes of this Last Man Standing, I’m hoping we can cite family bands that, to our knowledge, were not driven by a tyrannical dad or were not rooted in a fundamentalist religion. Can’t families just sing and play music together? Can’t they all just get along more often than not?
Also for the purposes of this thread, we shall define “family bands” as bands containing at least 3 family members. Family duos and bands containing only 2 family members will NOT count. Sorry, Kinks. Sorry, highly dysfunctional Everly Brothers, assuming you grew up in a relatively stress-free family.
I can think of at least 3 possible entrants, but probably no more…unless you spoil my quest for The Hall’s Shortest Last Man Standing Ever!
I received the following message from a close personal friend and Townsperson who just joined a Dead cover band. He asked me to pass along his note in hopes of getting advice from the Hall on how to best handle this new challenge
I just joined a Dead cover band to help out a friend from our synagogue They do Dead, Stones, The Band, “Into the Mystic,” “Breathe” by Floyd, and some other classic rock. What was I thinking? Now what do I do? Can any drummers in the Hall give advice on how to play Dead-style drums? I’ve been listening to the band’s set recordings and it’s all bad habits and bad fills.