Now don’t get all sensitive and/or hung up on me: Are there artists whose images alone, at a certain point in their career, you are happy to gaze at until you snap out of it when some drool drips onto your shirt? I suspect Don’t Look Back-era Bob Dylan has this effect on more than a few of us. I’ve been known to space out watching John Lennon as well, just thinking how cool the guy was. This is an innocent question about an innocent phenomenon. Don’t get freaked out thinking that I’m questioning your sexuality, which we all know is as manly as it comes. Of course, if your sexuality comes into play, that’s fine too.
A recent Rock Town Hall poll question may have tipped you off to the inner workings of the Rock Town Hall Research and Development department.
From 1969 through 1976, Rod Stewart, including his work with Faces, released music on par with or better than the Rolling Stones, during that same period.
False: 68% (17)
True: 16% (4)
Mmmm, I need to think about that…: 16% (4)
Total Votes: 25
Coming soon, I will make the case that, I believe, will satisfy those who need to think about this issue as well as support those who think it’s true. Feel free to use this entry to prepare for this potentially mind-blowing examination. Thank you.
Is there a drummer in the house?
What’s the deal with Jellyfish drummer Andy Sturmer playing standing up? It’s not a drummer standing up in itself that nags at me, but a power pop drummer. What’s going to supply the POWER if not a drummer’s haunches coiled on a drum throne?
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Mr. Mod, if memory serves, you’re one of those guys who has a really hard time saying anything nice about Jellyfish. I’m betting that your reasons for being disdainful about this band are minor, largely Look- and style-obsessed — and may even be tinged with a hint of career envy. If that’s not so, then please explain: why do you hate these guys so much?
Eagerly looking forward to your response,
HVB
p.s.: just to show I’ve got my cards on the table — I think “Spilt Milk” is one of the most wonderful American pop/rock records ever made. And I use that term “wonderful” for a reason; it’s dizzyingly rich, crazily ambitious, hyper-Kentonite — yet it’s still ultimately a tuneful, finger-snapping, timeless celebration of *song*. I love it, and you should, too! Why on Earth don’t you?!


Rock Town Hall has been granted exclusive rights to the debut of a previously unreleased song by Jellyfish! After the jump…
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So my latest personal rock project is quite possibly the nerdiest thing I’ve done yet: The History of British Rock, According to Me. It’s currently five volumes of CD-length iTunes playlists. It’s also a work-in-progress, so I’m not ready to share the full track listing. However, I need some feedback from discerning rock-o-philes such as yourselves. I’m a little unsure what to do about bands from other countries who resettled in England at some point.
I’ve decided that The Pretenders and My Bloody Valentine belong in this collection. But what about the following acts?
’60s-era The Bee Gees
The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Nick Cave (The Birthday Party, The Bad Seeds and/or Grinderman)
The Go-Betweens
(It’s too bad Links Linkerson, with his exacting standards of chronology and classification, continues to eschew this mutation of RTH. I just may have post a query in the RTH basement.)
RTH, I Need Your Help!! The Great 48, alexmagic, berylant, Mr. Moderator, saturnismine, hvb and everyone else, please let me know your feelings. Homefrontradio, surely you must have an opinion to share about the three Australian-based acts.
In the past we’ve explored key moments in ’80s rock benefit albums, such as behind-the-scenes analyses of the We Are the World sessions. Today, while searching for video footage of Bad Company’s Paul Rodgers, I stumbled across this star-studded single from the legendary Rock Aid Armenia album, Rock Aid Armenia: The Earthquake Album. “What about us,” asks Ian Gillan, Bruce Dickinson, Paul Rodgers, Tony Iommi, David Gilmour, Brian May, Keith Emerson, Chris Squier, and Ritchie Blackmore, as they rip through a killer version of “Smoke On the Water”.
What about them?