Tuesday, April 01, 2025

Happy Poisson D’Avril!

That's April Fish, as the French have it -- a day for pranks and chocolate.

Anyway, having a great time here in the City of Light, as expected, but in the meantime -- from the 2016 expanded reissue of our 1995 classic Fire Lane -- here's Gerry Devine and the Hi-Beams (a/k/a The Floor Models Mark II) and their obviously relevant ode to the charms of "The Foreign Girl."

Featuring some weirdo whose name rhymes with Sleeve Nimels on bass. Written and sung by the titular (heh) Monsieur Devine.

It kinda blows my mind, but I don't think I've ever actually posted that before. Pretty cool song though, n'est-ce pas?

Coming tomorrow: an actual dispatch from our current journey on the Continent. Hopefully involving a Gallic record store. 😎

Monday, March 31, 2025

Capt. Al's 21st Century: Special "How Do You Say "There is Nothing Like a Dame" in Yiddish? Edition

[Hey, everybody -- greetings from La Ville Lumière!

As attentive readers will recall, long-time Friend of PowerPop© Allan Rosenberg, aka Capt. Al, has been toiling on a series about his fave recent artists for us for a while now. (The first installment of these musical musings, about Feist, appeared here back in July.)

And now, without further ado, here's the next to last installment. Take it away, you old sea doggie!!!]

Welcome to the “Best Rock&Roll Music of the 21st Century, Part VII”, by Captain Al!!!

We now come to the section where I honor the best utility players on the field. All all-stars in their own right, these great women musicians don’t get the recognition their solo careers deserve but are nonetheless masters at their position.

And because I'm a big time fan of Dave Alvin & The Guilty Women I’m going to start by mentioning some of the greats who were, in fact, the Guilty Women.

Cindy Cashdollar:
Cindy is not just one of the great women slide/pedal steel players, she is simply one of the greats! She’s also very modest, as my one 30 second conversation with her proved to me, but you'll have to take that on faith.

Lisa Pankratz:
The short version: Pankratz is one of the most jaw droppingly good drummers of either gender I’ve ever seen! One time at an end of a performance I witnessed, the rest of the band left the stage while she remained behind the drum kit totally exhausted. She just sat there unable/unwilling to move while she got herself back together (and felt proud of herself at how good she had just been) before exiting the stage. Yes, I’m just imagining that, but in my mind it’s true! And I bet you I’m correct!!! 😎

Christy McWilson:
Mcwilson? She sings like a feisty (heh) angel! Christy has released solo albums, been the singer of the 1990’s band The Picketts (they’re wonderful) and sang with Dave Alvin for decades! Here she is with Dave & The Guilty Women singing one of her original songs “The Weight of The World”.

Kristin Mooney:
And now we take a break from les femmes coupables, although the spirit remains the same. Anyway, besides sporadically releasing her own solo work, Mooney has sung with Peter Himmelman, on the road with The Pretenders and is a top studio session vocalist. Here she is performing on Peter’s “Furious World” webcast show and nailing the song “Let Me In." Originally, this was a song Peter featured on, but as you can hear, she sang it so brilliantly it became totally hers.

Okay, everybody -- thank you guys for sticking around for this series, and I hope you've enjoyed it. Next time, i.e. in the final entry, I'll feature my very favorite performer of our current century.

And I bet you’ll never guess who she is!

--- Captain Al

Hmm. I'll take that last as a challenge, mon ami -- and I can't wait to find out. In the meantime, thanks again for hipping us all to some very cool artistes.

And oh yeah -- actual new posting (from the Paris of actual France -- NOT from Forest Hills, the Paris of the Northeast) resumes demain!!!

Friday, March 28, 2025

La Fin de la Semaine Essay Question: Special "Vacation All I Ever Wanted" Edition

Okay, kids -- here's the deal.

A certain Shady Dame and I are getting ready to head off to the Continent for a week or so. Starting tomorrow.

Excuse: Desperately neeeded relaxation. And yeah, this may not be the smartest thing we've ever done. I mean, given what we are all currently enduring from the Real Life Bond Villain/Manchurian Candidate administration, who knows what might happen when we go to the airport?

Barring being shipped to a private prison in El Salvador, however, we will be checking in on a more or less daily basis while we're out of the country -- starting on Monday, when Part VII of PowerPop friend Capt. Al's's 20th Century Best-Of series will be here.

In any case, let's go right to today's obviously relevant business. To wit:

...and your favorite (or least favorite) post-Elvis pop/rock/folk/soul/hip hop song featuring a title or lyric snippet/verse in a foreign (i.e. other than English) language is...?

No arbitrary rules whatsoever, although you get extra points if any of them are in Yiddish.

Here's mine, BTW.

Which also has the virtue of being nicely futuristic. 😎

Okay, I was just being silly with that one, obviously. My real favorite -- and this is a bit of a cheat, but it's so fabulous you'll forgive me -- is this one, which I had completely forgotten until I was mucking about in my archives yesterday.

I should add that the above is also a clue to where La Dame Ombragée et moi will be seeing the sights by Sunday.😎😎

Alrighty, then -- what would YOUR choices be? Discuss.

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Also -- pray for our safe return! Or stage a GoFundMe in case we need a good lawyer! 😎😎😎

Thursday, March 27, 2025

A Great Song AND a Good Cause? Hey -- What Are You Waiting For?

From the just released (by Kool Kat Muzik) POP AID 2 (a benefit album for those affected by Hurricanes Helene and Milton) please enjoy the incomparable Ronnie D'Addario -- assisted by those two kids of his named collectively...oh, yeah, The Lemon Twigs -- and the swoonerama confection that is his "I Was Your Window."

You know, I just gotta say -- somedays it simply astounds me just how talented a lot of my friends are.

In any event -- you can listen to the rest of the album (which includes mucho other cool stuff stuff by worthies including The Grip Weeds, Thrift Store Halo and a great live track by PowerPop faves The Weeklings) and download it at Kool Kat's Bandcamp page OVER HERE.

I should probably also add that Brian D'Addario (i.e., one half of the Twigs) has a fab gear solo album out just now as well, but our friend Sal over at Burning Wood kinda beat me to it.

Wednesday, March 26, 2025

Closed for Monkey Business

Way tired, folks. Seriously.

Actual musical stuff resumes on the morrow.

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Programming Notes From All Over

You know, sometimes it's really true -- good things actually do come to those who wait.

In this case, I'm referring to a wonderful 2008 rock documentary you almost certainly have never seen.

Here's what I had to say about it at the website of Box Office Magazine at the time.

A love letter from two fans -- writer/director/producers Michael Stich and Fred Cantor -- to a semi-obscure rock group, America's Lost Band is a fascinating retelling of one of the great what-might-have-been stories of American music of the '60s. Those who saw them back in the day have long insisted that The Remains could have been as big as the Rolling Stones. This new documentary on their brief career is unlikely to do as well in theaters as the recent Scorsese-directed Stones vehicle Shine a Light, but it's all but guaranteed to have a long and well deserved success on DVD.

The Remains were more or less a footnote to rock history until relatively recently. Formed by four Boston University students in 1964 -- guitarist/singer Barry Tashian, bassist Vern Miller, pianist Bill Briggs III (the group's preppy heartthrob) and drummer Chip Damiani -- they quickly became the most popular live act in New England thanks to a prescient combo of volume, high energy, British Invasion smarts and American R&B moxie. Over the course of the next year and a half they had a couple of regional hit singles, got to strut their stuff on TV (notably an appearance on The Ed Sulllivan Show) and eventually wound up as the well-received opening act on The Beatles 1966 tour, just in time for the release of their one and only album. They broke up soon after, for reasons that have never been clear (and ALB does little to clarify). Over the years since, however, their name started to loom large in garage rock circles, and several critics -- including future Bruce Springsteen producer Jon Landau, who was an early and frequent booster -- helped keep the flame alive. Their album was finally reissued on CD to some interest in 1991, but it was the 1997 release of an often bootleged studio audition tape -- demonstrating that they really were the fire-breathing live act the legend suggested -- that convinced people there was more here than nostalgia. The band subsequently reformed for the occasional live gig, and they've been recording and touring off and on -- these are middle-aged guy with families and jobs, obviously -- ever since.

ALB, narrated by the J. Geils Band's Peter Wolf (another early fan), tells the story with what little archival footage survives -- grainy 8mm stuff from the Beatles tour and that Ed Sullivan appearance -- and with new behind the scenes footage shot over a period of two days in 2006, culminating in a rousing live performance at an L.A. record store. The Remains themselves come across as regular guys, simultaneously bemused by and proud of the fact that their music has survived, and their enthusiam for it and each other is infectious. If the film has a problem, however, it's a certain lack of drama. All four Remains today are happy, healthy, apparently prosperous and, in general, unscathed by rock-and-roll, which is nice for them but something of a let-down for anybody expecting Behind the Music-style dirt. (Tashian, in fact, has had a long and productive musical career, including a ten year stint as guitarist in Emmylou Harris's backup band.) If you can get beyond that, however, you'll probably be charmed by the story's happy ending -- rock pioneers getting the respect they deserve after all these years -- and the warmly affectionate way that Stich and Cantor let it unfold.

I stand by the above, but as alert readers have probably guessed, my prediction about the film's DVD(!) success was, shall we say, overstated; in point of fact, the film has never (up till now, and read on) made the transition to home video/streaming/et al.

I am happy to say that's about to change, however; more than 15 years after America’s Lost Band screened at the Nashville Film Festival and elsewhere, the rock doc will finally be made available to the general public, although as a re-edited 27 minute short and not as the feature-length film that I was lucky enough to see back in the day. (The backstory: There were some licensing costs/rights issues connected with the first part of the film—primarily related to Beatles footage/visuals—that held up distribution for all this time.)

In any case, ALB will start streaming nationwide April 8 on various PBS platforms the day after Connecticut’s PBS station, CPTV, broadcasts the television premiere.

Check, as they say, your local listings; I've seen the new version and it's WELL worth your time.

Oh, and in the unlikely case you're unfamiliar with The Remains, here's a track from the abovementioned studio audition tape.

Pretty cool, no?

Like I said -- check your listings and watch the film.

Monday, March 24, 2025

Monday's Cartoon Chuckle

Tomorrow: Interesting news about a cool rock documentary you may have missed.

Friday, March 21, 2025

La Fin de la Semiane Essay Question: Special "Authentic Frontier Gibberish" Edition

Oh sweet jeebus, is there nothing this senile cretin and the moronic courtiers around him won't insult our intelligence with?

From the NY Times:

Touring Kennedy Center, Trump Mused on His Childhood ‘Aptitude for Music’

“I have a high aptitude for music,” he said at one point, according to people at the meeting. “Can you believe that?”

Asked about the anecdote, Steven Cheung, the White House communications director, did not directly address it but said that the president “is a virtuoso and his musical choices represent a brilliant palette of vibrant colors when others often paint in pale pastels.” Mr. Cheung said that, given Mr. Trump’s roles as president and Kennedy Center chair, “there is nobody more uniquely qualified to bring this country, and its rich history of the arts, back to prominence.”

Words fail me.

Okay, that off my chest, let me assuage your anxieties by noting that there will be nothing but actual music posting (mostly about new stuff) next week, honest. Cross my geriatric heart.

And that brings us right along to today's business. To wit:

...and your favorite (or least favorite) post-Elvis pop/rock/country/folk/soul/doo-wop/novelty song featuring nonsense (i.e. meaningless) syllables in its title or lyrics is...?

No arbitrary rules -- obviously, what would be the point? 😎

In any case, here's my three faves.

Okay, the Beatles song is sort of a cheat, in that it actually has an important subtext -- in ways that back in the day nobody in the States quite understood (you can read about it HERE). But I still think it fits today's criteria. And hey, it's my blog, so I get the goddamned decisions -- wanna make something of it? 😎😎

I should also add, and for the record, that the Capris thing makes me absolutely swoon. Also: David Seville was a fucking genius.

Alrighty, then -- what would your choices be?

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Thursday, March 20, 2025

Celebrity Joni Mitchell Impressions (An Occasional Series)

From just the other day, please enjoy charming millenial movie star Amanda Seyfried (and Her Magic Dulcimer©), as she essays Mitchell's classic "California" on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon.

(The music starts at the 3:58 mark if you want to skip the usual show-biz banter leading up to it.)

But seriously -- that's quite impressive. That kid can really sing.

I mean, yeah, it's not as good as Robert Downey Jr. covering "River" (on Ally McVeal, in 2000)...

...but what is? 😎

Wednesday, March 19, 2025

Jesse Colin Young 1941 - 2025

From their eponymous 1967 debut album (but actually recorded in 1966), please behold in breathless wonder the aforementioned JCY, with The Youngbloods, and his folk-rock/power pop/Brill building masterpiece "Tears Are Falling."

Long time readers are aware that I'm a humongous fan of the original (with Jerry Corbitt, the Lennon to Young's McCartney) pre-hippie incarnation of the Youngbloods; I am firmly of the belief that their first three LPs are among the absolute finest of their era.

I should add that they were an absolutely awesome live band, and it is a major cultural tragedy that no in-concert recording of them from their glory days has survived.

I should also add that I saw them at the Cafe au Go Go (a quintessential small NYC jazz club going rock) in late 1966, and they sounded exactly -- I mean EXACTLY -- like the stuff from the debut album. Which is to say, just like the song above.

Freaking amazing, and in large part because of Jesse's superb bass playing and his tensile high tenor(?) vocals.

Hey, as I've been saying a lot lately -- this death shit is really starting to piss me off.