15/9/9
I confess, Parishioners…
I have, of late,
been listening to Warren Zevon.
Vale Jim Carroll
I have recently re-evaluted DiCapprio
Here is the joke
also, The Game…
Yes, I saw Basketball Diaries
Yes, I, too, would start a band
if Patti Smith told
A whore in love
with her own reflection
Ron has this album
so does Iggy
so does Lou
fuck – those goatwankers covered it!
– the rocksteady?
oh, yea, Keef stole Shattered from here!
Jim brags
he has Extreme Unction
admirable
I can deliver that
they wait in shadows
steal the light from your eyes
I’z takan the rest o’ the day
to listen to Catholic Boy
again & again
to revisit the late ‘70’s
& won’t stop
‘til I get to Blondie’s first album – definitive death o’ Punk
light relief, tho,
is Superstylin’!
(& Tame Impala’s first ep)
Tens of thousands of other people have also died.
Also Patrick Swayze
(no joke here)
[The Game]
Blessings,
Le Rev Dr
SALVATION! 
This is a thing.
Every now and then, when ennui stares me down, i take to staring right back. At these times i like to delve into the TROUGH: Rock’n’Roll, 1974-75. I go for the Cleveland stuff, maybe the Dolls, Television, that sort of thing. Were these gents about that early? Should i tip them too into the TROUGH? Because, i ftruth be known, i think the reason i have hithertoo ignored both is that they are associated w the TROUGH, even though this highlights the irrationality of my argument.
For some Reason, I remember well 1974…
Explosive Hits ’74 was on High Rotation in our classroom.
Alas, ’74 was A Year of Dross:
Carl Carlton “Everlasting Love”
John Denver “Annie’s Song”
New Seekers “You Won’t Find Another Fool Like Me”
Paper Lace “Billy Don’t Be A Hero”
Terry Jacks “Seasons In The Sun”
Ray Stevens “The Streak”
New England Conservatory Ragtime Ensemble “The Entertainer”
Ross Ryan “I Am Pegasus”
Charles Aznavour “She”
Lynyrd Skynyrd, “Sweet Home Alabama”
A subtly funky and elegant Southern-rock hymn that boasted an arrangement which made boogie sound like its own weird chamber music.
Ntheless, ’74 did throw up some gems:
Steely Dan, “Rikki Don’t Lose That Number”
The Dan’s mixture of jazz-inflected pop sophistication and seedy, caustically ironic lyricism had finally come into its own by ’74, resulting in a song as quietly intriguing (or shocking) as “Brokeback Mountain.” “You don’t even know your mind,” sneers the main character in trying to convince a friend to walk on the wild side. (The spelling “Rikki” was a clever way of making the object of affection seem female.)
Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia
The Conversation
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Young Frankenstein/Blazing Saddles
Average White Band “AWB”
Paul McCartney and Wings “Band On The Run”
Abba “Waterloo”
Stevie Wright “Evie (Part One)”
Carl Douglas “Kung Fu Fighting”
Barry White “You’re The First, The Last, My Everything”
among other thangs…
Blessings,
Le Rev Dr