Mr. Moderator

Mr. Moderator

When not blogging Mr. Moderator enjoys baseball, cooking, and falconry.

Jul 282010
 


Years ago, after hearing her butcher “Satisfaction” and then reading a bunch of ridiculous, freak show-glorifying reviews by kids afraid too chicken to fly into the sun and have their own, healthy breakdown, I figured I would forever cringe at the thought of Cat Power. Then she started to get all Memphis soul and actually sing structured arrangements with a cool band. These cats even tried to help her reconstruct “Satisfaction.” They tried; at least Chan looks like her hormones have been activated, as the song was written to influence.

I own one of those Memphis soul albums and like it a lot. I no longer cringe at the thought of Cat Power; in fact, for the last few years I’ve been open to hearing more of her music. I’ve even moved past my disdain for fans of her early records. Just now, however, I was hoping to find a clip of Fairport Convention doing “Who Knows Where the Time Goes,” my favorite song by them. I was listening to a live version on the drive in this morning, and figured maybe I’d finally find live footage of Sandy Denny performing the song with them. Nice dice. Instead I came across this solo Cat Power performance.

WTF? Is this part of that “[Insert Artist] Shreds” series of videos I’ve seen posted on YouTube?

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Jul 242010
 

It was hot in Philadelphia today. Effin’ hot! I took a long walk after breakfast, did some chores, cut up a big batch of hot peppers and put them in vinegar, then went to the Phillies’ game, where I sat in the sun and watched my boys chase Rockies’ first-half Cy Young Award Winner Ubaldo Jimenez from the game in 3 or 4 innings. Jimenez wanted nothing to do with a 4:00 pm game-time temperature of 100 degrees and our city’s oppressive humidity. Unlike Jimenez I lasted all 9 innings, cheering as if it was a night game in the 70s. It was hot!

In honor of all the sweat shed at Citizens Bank Park today, how about a Last Man Standing on songs that tell the temperature, specifically. The song can’t simply say it’s “hot as hell” or “cold as ice”; it must cite a specific temperature, be it in degrees or celcius. Got me? It’s too hot to explain it again. Now go!

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Jul 212010
 

George Harrison got nothin’ on this baby!

You may recall an ongoing aesthetic scuffle over the mystery of Joanna Newsom‘s appeal and whether the harp actually holds any value in rock ‘n roll. As part of the possible “flavor of the month” perspective on this issue, we wondered who was rock’s second-best sitar player. Well, wonder and ye shall find an answer on Rock Town Hall. Clearly it’s Ananda Shankar, nephew of Ravi!

Ananda Shankar, “Jumpin’ Jack Flash”

I stumbled on this track while downloading tracks from eMusic from a pretty cool compilation, entitled What It Is! Funky Soul and Rare Grooves (1967-1977). A physical copy of that CD goes for a steep price on Amazon, but you can get an entire album of rock’s second-best sitar player…after the jump! Continue reading »

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Jul 202010
 

Last night the family and I drove over to Weber’s, an old-fashioned, American Graffiti-style drive-in near us for after-dinner milkshakes and root beer floats. I recently loaded The Cars‘ first album on my iPod to please my wife during summer drives. It’s on of her high school favorites, and I figured it would be a good time to introduce our boys to the album on our short drive. A massive thunderstorm broke out, so the normally 5-minute drive took a good 20 minutes. We ended up letting the album play out as we enjoyed our desserts. The boys warmed up to the album after our oldest son’s initial “What’s this music?!?!” as “Let the Good Times Roll” kicked things off. My wife loved every minute of it, and I got to thinking about the days when commercial radio stations played more than one track from a new album – and more than one track from an artist, for that matter.

Long before I bought a used vinyl copy of the first Cars album and long after having seen them at Philadelphia’s soon-to-be-demolished Spectrum, at my first-ever rock concert (Greg Kihn Band opened, playing “Roadrunner,” which at the time I had no idea was connected to Cars’ drummer David Robinson – and yes, I can see how the fact that this connection came to me while sucking down a root beer float last night might be seen as pathetic) I knew every song on that first album. Late on a Sunday night, FM radio stations in the late-’70s occasionally featured a new release in its entirety, but that’s not how I knew every song on this new album, The Cars. Rather it was because, in those days, there were occasionally new albums, over the course of the album’s first few months on the market, radio stations would incorporate into their playlists almost in their entirety. I don’t know what kind of payola system was in place for this to happen, how much coke satin-clad DJs snorted off the nipples of hookers, or what, but older heads will recall: there was a time when a new album often resulted in three or four tracks being played on the radio. As in the case of the first Cars album, there were even albums that DJs felt confident dropping the needle down at any point. I’m not dreaming, am I? As I listened to The Cars last night it occurred to me that the album contained not a single deep cut in its time!

I was trying to remember other albums on which every song was regularly played on the radio during the first few months of the album’s release. Only counting albums that I would have heard when they were fresh (ie, classic Beatles, Stones, and Who albums from the ’60s and early ’70s, which had been featured in whole on the likes of A-Z Weekends [remember them?] do not count for me), I thought of The Rolling Stones’ Some Girls, The Cars, and then two albums that probably mark the tail-end of this phenomenon – and that may have each spawned an album’s worth of songs that charted, Michael Jackson’s Thriller and Bruce Springsteen’s Born in the USA. I’ve never owned the last two albums and I was already too-cool-for-school when they invaded the airwaves, but there was no getting around hearing every track on those albums played to death on commercial radio.

Are there other albums like that from your experience? Again, weed out any Classic Rock albums that you’ve heard on the radio years after they were released; keep it fresh. Has there been an album since the MJ and Boss records that reached this status? Maybe Nirvana’s Nevermind was the last to come close, but what do I know about albums that have been released and played on the radio since? Could you ever imagine anything like this happening again? Are the days of DJs doing coke off a hooker’s nipples that far in the past?

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