No, not the dancer in this video, silly, but the following musicians, either in their recently aged state or presented in cropped fashion from an iconic photograph from their prime! Are you ready? Let’s start with a relatively simple one to give you confidence. Most likely no clues are needed:
#1: Who is this distinguished, cheerful, award-winning veteran rocker?
Easy enough, right? Let’s try some more. Foot fetishists beware of our next photo!
My teenage son has great taste in music—and I’m not just saying this because much of his tastes mirror his old man’s. However, as he just reminded me the other day, he still thinks Captain Beefheart is the worst rock ‘n roll artist he’s ever heard, even worse than all the stuff he is correct in feeling sucks. These occasional exchanges over his not liking Beefheart give me the opportunity to sagely nod my head and give him a “You’ll see…” talk. Isn’t it better he first hears one of these dismissive “You’ll see…” talks from his own father before he gets them from older guys in high school?
“You’ll see…” I knowingly spoke down to him, “you’ve got good taste. You’ll thank me some day.”
And I believe he will. (I’ve got nothing more to say, on the other hand, to those of you who still don’t get Beefheart.)
What artist whose music you love is least likely to appeal to teens who will one day know better?
How did so many pedestrian guitar wankers (eg, Pat Travers, Frank Marino) catch on with the “cool” kids in my high school yet I never heard them talk about Rory Gallagher? I was only aware of him through occasional references in actually cool magazines, like Trouser Press, that only aspiring rock nerds like my teenage self ever read?
I don’t how much mileage I’d ever get simply listening to this guy, but any time I click on a video performance of him I’m rocking like Danny DeVito’s character in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. He’s more than a shin kicker, I tell you. Mach schau, Rory, mach schau!
And let us not forget to send Mad props to his bassist’s stance and so many other delights in this clip!
Mach schau practioner Roy Head appears, briefly, in a book I’m currently reading, Elvis: My Best Man, by George Klein with an old college friend and musical mentor, Chuck Crisafulli. I thought of Townman hrrundivbakshi when I read the following passage. Rather than share it with him alone or post it on my damn Facebook page, beneath the all-important photos from the life of a 47-year-old, white, middle-class man, I invite all of you to admire the following tale of Mach schau! Continue reading »
Townspeople,
This is your Rock Town Hall!
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Alternate "squeeze" shot!
Rock’s most iconic squeeze, Suze Rotolo, is dead at 67. What rock nerd hasn’t looked at the cover of The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan and not wanted to be at least one of the two lovebirds pictured?
The young couple walked up and down Jones Street for a few minutes while Hunstein snapped shots. “Bob stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans and leaned into me,” Rotolo wrote in her 2009 book A Freewheelin’ Time: A Memoir of Greenwich Village in the Sixties. “We walked the length of Jones Street facing West Fourth with Bleecker Street at our backs. In some outtakes it’s obvious that we were freezing; certainly Bob was, in that thin jacket. But image was all. As for me, I was never asked to sign a release or paid anything. It never dawned on me to ask.”
The day after the Oscars is probably the third-best day to hold this special edition of Dugout Chatter! You know the drill: please provide your gut answers to the following questions. There ain’t no good guy, there ain’t no bad guy…
What’s the best use of a rock song in a non–rock themed movie?
If Stanley Kubrick had filmed a rock video, what song should he have filmed?
What rock artist or band is most deserving of a future rock biopic?
What’s the most egregious rock ‘n roll detail inaccuracy you recall on film?
What’s the Jaws of the music business?
Of existing rock biopics, what overlooked aspect of the artist’s life do you most wish had been covered?
I look forward to your responses.
