Celebrate our 1-year anniversary at Urges in Atlantic City!
Tomorrow night’s episode of Saturday Night Shut-In will be our 52nd consecutive broadcast, which by my math means we’ve hit the 1-year mark. Happy anniversary, SNSI! To celebrate the occasion we’re taking the crew to Urges in Atlantic City for a very special LIVE broadcast, featuring appropriately special guests and all the news from Rock Town Hall. Bring the family. Invite friends over. Heat up some apple cider or egg nog. Light a fire. Feel the warm glow of your tube amplifier. Saturday, November 5 at 6:00 pm EST.
If you want to make sure to catch this and future episodes of Saturday Night Shut-In the Rock Town Hall feed will enable you to easily download episodes to your digital music player. In fact, you can even set your iTunes to search for an automatic download of each week’s podcast. Technology!
In a recent comment on a completely unrelated thread 2000 Man wrote the following phrase:
…we had another band, Fayreweather…
Not ever having the slightest interest in the worlds of fantasy (ie, FAHNtasy) and Renaissance Faire culture, the naming of a band by some Celtic or pseudo-Celtic “faerytayle” tradition—or whatever is going on in these band names—with extraneous e‘s and y‘s is unimaginable to me. Please help me maintain my present jaw-dropping sense of wonder at the name Fayreweather with a Last Man Standing to document as many bands with these types of names as we know to exist. Once all these band names with their incredibly non-rocking spellings have been compiled perhaps future generations of young bands in need of a band name will stumble across this post and think otherwise about adding their name to our list.
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In this week’s Mischief Night Eve edition of Saturday Night Shut-InMr. Moderator brings ROCKTOBER to a sobering crash, as he contemplates what’s really scary. It’s actually pretty simple. Some bone-chilling tunes will be broadcast, but probably not the kind you want to hear during this fun holiday time!
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[Note: The Rock Town Hall feed will enable you to easily download Saturday Night Shut-In episodes to your digital music player. In fact, you can even set your iTunes to search for an automatic download of each week’s podcast.]
Don’t you just hate it when rockers feel the need to inject their political views instrumental versions of songs from West Side Story? Stick around ’til the end—and don’t miss the go-go girls practicing their dance steps during the hosts’ set up for this performance, before any music is playing!
What’s the most unexpected political comment you’ve heard from a rock ‘n roll musician?
Do The Kidz still go out the night before Halloween and wreak mild havoc for Mischief Night? Remember that? Kids would rub eggs on car windows, put toilet paper on neighbors’ bushes, and so forth. I assume Mischief Night was “celebrated” all across America. (Now that I think of it, I have no idea what our ex-US Townspeople do for Halloween, if anything.)
I was a goody-two shoes as a kid and only went out for Mischief Night one time. I took my little brother, who was way more badass than I’d ever be, even when he was 7, down the street from us, where I went to catch my bus to school each morning. First we broke eggs on some guy’s car window and rubbed them across the glass. That was fun. Then I had the bright idea of placing an empty beer bottle on the side of the road right in the middle of the road, where an unsuspecting car was likely to run over it. Then I had the even brighter idea of convincing my brother that we should sit back from the road, beside a shrub, and wait for the sparks to fly, so to speak. Within a minute I got my wish. A car ran smack over the bottle, which shattered. I’d never felt so mischievous in my life! I thought I could get used to this way of living.
Then, what I did not wish for or ever stop to consider happened: the driver slammed on the breaks, pulled over, and quickly spotted my brother and I giggling in the bushes. We tried to run, but he got us. He gave us a wicked tongue lashing and threatened to tell our Mom. Luckily his tire did not suffer a flat, and he took mercy on us. That was the first and last time I would celebrate Mischief Night.
Anyhow, I was wondering what a Rock ‘n Roll Mischief Night might look like. What mischief could rock nerds like ourselves create if we decided to hit our local clubs and record stores and music stores and friends’ music collections? Based on my history with this holiday, I would be wise to sit this one out, but tell me what I may be missing. Feel free, too, to share your personal stories of Mischief Night, which I hope you’ve moved past celebrating.
Someone asked me recently, “Mr. Moderator, if there was one thing you could do to make Rock Town Hall even better than it already is, what would that one thing be?”
Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve been thinking about this question for the last few days. As great as this place is, who says we can’t make it even better? Today I believe I have settled on an answer: We need a few Townspeople who know a shitload about any of the following bands to step forward and make their mark.
Sure, I want facts, but I also want a sense of your passion for any of these bands. I had no idea any of these bands existed, but they stumbling on the following Birth Control performance had led me down a rabbit hole of obscure hard-rockin’ bands representing fans with lifestyles I can barely imagine. I want to get to know these people. Check out the ancient worlds I have unconvered:
First, Birth Control, a band that seems to have captured the essence of Eric Burdon‘s psychedelicized Peace Warrior ravings and mixed in Krautrock and the heavy organ noodlings of Deep Purple. I know you’re gonna want to clap your hands when this number gets going!
