All-Star Jam. Only if you smoke it like everyday for a week. Do you hear that? That’s my skull.
Townswoman Citizen Mom, inspired by the taunting of Rock Town Hall’s anti-Ron Wood stance, decided to defend the band’s Tattoo You album. For fear of being excomunicated from the Halls of Rock, Citizen Mom originally published this piece in econoculture.com. After reassurances that any stance is worth taking on Rock Town Hall, she decided to come forward and share her views with us. For this, we thank you!


Journey with me, if you will, back to a time not so long ago – a time when The Rolling Stones were still a viable rock band, before they just started sending the fossilized remains out on tour every few years. Before Keith Richards had shit growing out of his hair, before Jerry Hall finally threw Mick out for good, before they had daughters tall and gorgeous enough to be the kind of women their fathers would date.
During that dusky time, between when the sun set on disco and rose on “Thriller” and hair metal, even a bunch of castoff tracks from previous Stones albums, slapped together with a few new numbers so the band could have something to promote on an upcoming world tour, could kick ass.
That time, my friends, was 1981, and the album was Tattoo You, also known as the Last Great Rolling Stones Record and the band’s last full-length release to hit #1 on the American charts. It’s pretty well buried under the mountain of undeserved rockist scorn, but there are some damn fine songs lurking between “Start Me Up” and “Waiting On a Friend,” the two wildly successful singles that bookend the album.
Still, the snitch keep snitchin’ and the bitches keep bitchin’, and when I pitched this piece to Econo, the response I got back from my editor went like this: “I dare you to defend that crap album. ‘Waiting on a Friend’ is great. But the rest — ugh. Do we really need to hear ‘Start Me Up’ ever again?”
Yeah, we’ve all heard “Start Me Up” a million times, but should its Awesome ’80s ubiquity doom the entire album? I blame this on that friggin’ bodysuit — you know what I’m talking about:
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BREAKING NEWS…A ROCK TOWN HALL SPECIAL UPDATE…
Townswoman Lentinuna Edodes answers our prayers regarding the latest adventures in Lou Reed…The Way His Music Was Meant to Sound! Check this out:
An email I got today —
“Wanted to give y’all the heads-up that last week’s show of Pete Townshend and Rachel Fuller’s Attic Jam from Joe’s Pub at the Public Theater, with guests Lou Reed, J. Mascis of Dinosaur Jr., Amos Lee, Rachael Yamagata and Jimmy Fallon is now online for FREE viewing…I’m not sure how many days they will leave the footage up, so watch it soon.
Go to http://towsertv.petetownshend.com or check http://www.intheattic.tv
It appears they run the show continuously, and so you pick up wherever it is in the broadcast. If I remember correctly, the order of the show was:
- Rachel Fuller
- Jimmy Fallon
- Amos Lee
- Rachael Yamagata
- J. Mascis
- Pete Townshend
- Lou Reed
and Pete sits in with everyone on at least one song, and Rachel F. mostly does as well. The whole show was truly amazing (Pete’s guitar playing on ‘Drowned’ is remarkable, and his collaboration on three Velvet Underground songs with Lou were truly historic. Enjoy.”
To find out more about Pete and Rachel’s series In The Attic, check out this story in today’s NY Post.
Mad props, Lentinuna, mad props!
Previously…
Townsman Al reports that Lou and friends recently sounded the way his music’s always been meant to sound…at least until his next album and tour. Until YouTube gets loaded up with live clips from this historic performance, we’ll have to settle for the above clip.


As we await a Townsman’s musings on the future of psych, I stumbled across a remnant of psych’s past, the s/t 1970 album by Sweden’s short-lived Baby Grandmothers (Subliminal Sounds). What can I say but This is some heavy, heavy instrumental power-trio psychedelia! This is the kind of music power trios were formed to play: open-ended, fuzzed-out guitar and bass explorations with rumbling, bashing, sometimes impressionistic drumming. Most of the songs are long. As a sample, I’ve selected one that gets right to the point and then seems to fade out, as if the tape snapped:
Baby Grandmothers, “Raw Diamond”
There’s almost nothing subtle about this number, but other tracks, such as “Being Is More Than Life”, sound like something Hot Tuna might have cooked up on a good night, with tender-if-occasionally clunky bass and searing guitar interplay. You can sense fringed boots and headband somewhere in the grooves. I highly recommend this album for anyone wasting their time on Swedish psych albums with lyrics you’ll never understand, not to mention 3rd-rate psych finds with understandable lyrics not worth hearing.