Sometimes meeting your heroes can be very disappointing. They could just be having a bad day or had a fight with their significant other or their manager, or recently received bad news about a pet project…or as is sometimes the case, they could just be an asshole.
On the other hand, some heroes exceed your expectations and then some.
Good morning, campers!
It’s your old pal Keith Moon here. You know, “Moonie,” “Moon the Loon” …or, as I very much prefer, The Greatest Rock and Roll Drummer that Ever Was, that is. Or was. I think… But I digress.
Anyroad, we meet today so that I may bring your undivided attention to this marvelous DVD entitled – just a moment here, as I do want to make sure I get this completely correct – ahh, yes. Keith Moon, Final 24: His Final Hours.
It has been another one of those days. I struggled with what I thought was a good idea all day but it turned to dust in my hands. Pure drivel. Which leaves me with what I consider the best part of my column anyway— The Notes. Feel free to take your time, enjoy the news and videos, maybe take it a step further if you have a mind to. The artists I feature in my columns are always meant as a fingerpoint. Seriously. I am still searching for the music of Lisa LeBlanc, one of my discoveries from last week. The good ones deserve the scrutiny. For right now, I am going to take my tired carcass to bed. It has been frustrating, to say the least. I only wish my dog had eaten my homework.
I picked up a turntable for my sister a couple of months ago. She had found what she said was about twenty of her old albums (it was more like a hundred and fifty) and had the urge to once again hear them. Mostly they were albums I remember her liking— Percy Faith, Rod McKuen, Enoch Light and the like. She drove me nuts with those albums when we were kids but I secretly liked a lot of them. (I did truly hate the Sound of Music, Colleen, but the others were okay).
Yes. August 16th, 2017.
It’s that time of year again. To which many, many out there will cry…
Why Elvis?
I mean, Why should anybody, ANYWHERE care anymore?
Well, in a word or 984 I believe, here’s Why. Ready?
Originally posted April 3rd, 2011….
Being in a rock band can be fun, rewarding, stimulating and an adventure. It can also be tedious, frightening, life threatening, and rife with danger. No matter how well you plan, no matter how prepared you are, there are forces at work which will occasionally just fuck you up. Sometimes, it can be someone who is a stranger, or worse, someone in the support system of the band who causes the problems. Sometimes…it can be you…and when I say you, I mean me.
I must listen to hundreds of albums a year— at least sample that many— and there are few which really floor me. I try to write about the ones which do, though even then the words sometimes escape me and those reviews remain unwritten. It isn’t easy, writing reviews on a constant basis, so when an album comes along which I not only love but wish I could have been part of— or at least been privy to some of the creative process— it is rare.
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Bullseye Records of Canada
