Among musicians, dreams die hard. This video from Eric Sandvik (Dwayne838) is a true life miniature melodrama. It has all the ingredients of a movie or a classic cry-in-your-beer country song: pathos, shattered hopes, hustlers, the shady side of the music business, Nashville, Memphis, an out of control Greyhound bus, the will to keep on keepin’ on and a bittersweet ending.
You gotta love Eric for sticking to the thing he loves best, his music, even when it bites him in the ass.
My advice to Eric is to steer clear of the Nashville jive, stay in Jersey where what you see is what you get. And don’t spend what you don’t got. The rock and roll gravy train has left the station. And The Eagles suck.
Good luck, man
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
‘Cos they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone.
This languid and dreamy, heavily phase-shifted late period mid-tempo disco masterpiece was released on the storied Casablanca Records label in 1979 by one Dennis Parker, better known as ill-fated porn and soap opera actor Wade Nichols. I guess the below clip is a fairly recent discovery which offers not only an oddly affecting melodramatic performance from Parker, er Nichols but also a gorgeous look at late 70’s mid-town Manhattan.
More after the jump…
Although it is yet another gloomy, overcast day in Los Angeles—what’s with this summer anyways?—here’s Days, a hauntingly beautiful song by the Kinks to let a little sunshine in. The lyrics seem to be referring to a lover who has left him or who has died, but Ray Davies has said that the song is rather a farewell to the original members of the band. A rare color clip from the era, taken from the BBC’s Colour Me Pop program.
Pink Tentacle has a wonderful collection of vintage Tokyo subway manner posters from 1976 - 1982. The one pictured above, The Seat Monopolizer, was inspired by Charlie Chaplin’s The Great Dictator.
Do yourself a favor and go check out more awesome subway manner posters over at Pink Tentacle.
A man with a van and a plan….According to Wonkette, this photo was taken in the airport at Austin, Texas. The van was abandoned. How creepy. Wouldn’t you like to know what the
person inbred who painted this looks like, just out of curiosity? I would. I’ll bet the cops in Austin would, too..
Kobiety (Women) are from Poland. The song is Marcello. The film footage is Russ Meyer. I like it. I’m sharing it. I wish I knew more about the band, but everything I’m finding on the Internet is in Polish. Based on this song and video, I’m impressed.
Warning: this video contains large naked breasts and transistor radios.
This Egyptian commercial makes its point very clear: don’t fuck with the Panda, buy her cheese!
Manhattan cable television in the late 70s/early 80s was a viaduct for some of the wildest shit to ever invade the American airwaves. From porn to rock and roll to goofy infomercials and call-in shows, it was some of the most fun to be had at 2 a.m in the morning in NYC. If you weren’t actually in the clubs, bars and sex pits of Manhattan, you were watching it on cable.
Paul Tschinkel’s Inner Tube may have been low rent, but it was one of the grooviest TV rock shows in the history of the medium. On a zero budget, Paul managed to capture the raw energy of what is arguably the last great era in rock and roll. He filmed seminal performances from musicians like Klaus Nomi, Lydia Lunch, DNA, The Contortions, Johnny Thunders, The Blessed, The Cramps and many many more.
Here’s 12 minutes of great footage of The Cramps at the Mudd Club in 1981. If you were living in Manhattan at the time, you could’ve watched it on the tube.
Lux, Kid Congo, Nick Knox and Ivy.
Warning; this kicks in loud, so adjust your speakers or risk waking up the neighbors.