Long Island’s The Eggheads make a rare network TV appearance on the Gary Moore Show in 1964.
I’ve searched the Internet for more info on The Eggheads and have come up snake eyes. Anybody got the lowdown on this group? I know they released a single called ‘Foolin’ Around’ on Bell Records in 1964 and that’s all I know. Based on this terrific little video (in which they sing “Foolin’ Around”), the band seems worthy of some documentation somewhere.
Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band perform at the Knebworth Festival, England, 1975-07-05.
Headlining was Pink Floyd, with the Steve Miller Band and Captain Beefheart in support. The festival also had Roy Harper with Trigger, Linda Lewis, John Peel and Monty Python‘s Graham Chapman and Friends.
Beefheart was introduced by John Peel with the words “Here he is, the guv’ner, Captain Beefheart!” The drums beat a couple of times, and they launched into a gloriously lurching, cacophonous version of “Moonlight on Vermont”. There were two distinct reactions from the audience. The Pink Floyd fans put their hands over their ears and looked at each other as if to say “What is this shit?!”. The Beefheart fans lunged forward, electrified by the sound. It was so off kilter; so alien; so “other” to what we’d been hearing all day, yet so much better, deeper; so RIGHT.
The line up was a strange one: Winged Eel Fingerling and Ella Guru Davidson (who he?) on guitars; Drumbo on guitar and drums; Jimmy Carl Black (introduced as Indian Ink) also on drums; and, instead of a bassist, Bruce “fossil” Fowler on trombone, or air bass as Beefheart called it. You couldn’t really say they were tight; one or two songs sort of slowed down halfway through, and the trombone made the rhythm kinda slurry; but it was a great sound; like a load of drunks trying to play impossibly complex music, and threatening to collapse into chaos at any moment, but always just avoiding it.
Captain Beefheart Don Van Vliet vocals, saxophone, harmonica
Indian Ink Jimmy Carl Black drums, percussion
Greg Ella Guru Davidson guitar, slide guitar
Bruce Fossil Fowler air bass, trombone
Drumbo John French drums, percussion
Winged Eel Fingerling Elliot Ingber guitar, slide guitar
Here’s the whole show, track-by-track - sound quality isn’t perfect, but it’s Beefheart.
01. “Moonlight On Vermont”
02. “Abba Zabba”
03. “Band Introductions” 04. “Orange Claw Hammer”
Full concert performance plus bonus TV clip, after the jump…
In this entertaining BBC documentary from 1972, Reyner Banham Loves Los Angeles, architectural critic/writer/professor Banham takes us on a tour of the four ecologies of L.A. which he described as Surfurbia, The Plains Of Id, Foothills and Autotopia. A landscape of mini-malls, strip clubs, tiki huts, Watts Tower and the Lovell “Health” House designed by Richard Neutra are among the many fascinating sights in this wonderful vintage video.
Freddie Mercury, at Live Aid, Wembley Stadium, 1985
The package, the parcel, the meat house, the fruit basket, the lunchbox, or just plain old junk - call it what you will but the bulging male crotch has a long and noble history in popular music. From the banned-from-the-waist-down wiggling hips of Elvis Presley, to the King of Pop’s trademark grab-and-yelp, all the way up to the nut-busting, skin-tight jeans of the Kings of Leon, VPL (Visible Penis Line) has taken root as a firm fixture right at the very heart of rock’n'roll culture. Generations of hormonal girls (and even some boys) have long stared at glossy posters hanging above moistened teenage bedsheets, and sighed longingly at the thought of what mysterious pleasures lay behind the zippered fly.
Before the internet, before the iPhone, before sex tapes and the widespread consumption of free pornography, a well defined package (visible only through a thin layer of pant material) could be the making or breaking of a wannabe pop Adonis. The times may have moved on, but the crotch still holds a magnetic attraction to music fans. With that in mind, here is a selection of some of the finest packages that rock and pop have had to offer over the last half century:
One of the reasons Elvis was banned from the waist down.
Bruce Springsteen showing you who is boss.
David Bowie in Labyrinth - surely not suitable for kids?
Prince - the man, the myth, the legend.
John, Yoko & Andy engage in a 3way crotch grab. But who’s groping Yoko’s boob?
But, egads, how could I possibly have forgotten Die Antwoord?!
A young Christian couple in South Carolina believe they have found the face of Jesus in a Wal-Mart receipt:
Jacob Simmons and his fiancee, Gentry Lee Sutherland, said they bought some pictures from Walmart on Sunday, June 12.
The following Wednesday, the couple had just come home from a church service when Simmons spotted the receipt on the floor of Sutherland’s apartment. He says the receipt had changed.
“I was leaving the kitchen and I just looked on the floor, and it was like it was looking at me,” Simmons said.
A dark gray mark on the receipt seems to show two eyes, a nose and a mouth in a thickly bearded face.
“Then the more you look at it, the more it looked like Jesus, and it was just shocking, breathtaking,” Simmons said.
The couple said the image seemed to answer a question they had just been asked at church.
“We had a message on knowing God, abiding in him,” Sutherland said. “(The preacher asked) ‘If you know God, would you recognize him if you saw him?’”
I don’t know… to me this looks EXACTLY like the homeless guy who lives behind the liquor store around the corner. Or Charles Manson. I also see Harry Dean Stanton, but I see him everywhere (and yes, I’m on medication for that).
Based on twenty-five interviews with Kurt Cobain, About A Son recreates the singer’s early life and career, through the intimacy of Michael Azerrad’s recordings, and director A J Schnack’s ambient portraits of the landscape that Cobain called home - Aberdeen, Olympia and Seattle.