Archive for October 21st, 2011

More Garage plus extras

October 21, 2011

I was intending to update my Bo Xilai – Chongqing file today, but it appears that I wiped my recent updates on The Dark Princeling who has been exercising my attention for sometime NOW.

China’s very own power couple:

Bo exhibiting his best shit eating smile

Peng Liyuan: his PLA punch

Now John Garnaut of the Sydney Morning Herald has done a sterling job reporting on China’s version of Donald Trump. A scroll thru his reports HERE is well worth while. If you are unaware of this cheesy modern warlords existence, HERE is an overview.

However, Garnaut has seriously blotted his copy book here in tubbyland with this recent REPORT on some of China’s Princeling’s revulsion at the corruption, nepotism, lack of morality, ethics etc which exist in the Sino-social formation today. In fact, all the qualities which make China watching such delicious fun

This is a real head scratcher, given Garnaut’s path breaking past reportage of dirty deeds and family connections at the top of the food chain.

Now that we have the value-added stuff out of the way, it is time for Part Two – Garage Sounds – and where better to start than the Chocolate Watch Band.

I go for these two, the first for its boss bass line

and the second for a ton of reasons, including the fact that it was the closing track in the final episode of The Sopranos.

A fitting manifesto for Tony as he walks thru his hood, pondering the collapse of a proud US crime tradition, and the fact that he was reduced to sorting out inter-Family squabbles over the allotment of local garbage collection contracts. The latter beinga fitting statement on the condition of Contemporary American Capitalism.

Many versions of this one – all pretty good – but I will ignore the Frog compere and go with this one.

I have already written about the illustrious history of Louie Louie HERE, so let’s throw in Richard Berry’s obituary HERE and The Sonics version.

For the link-lazy.

Left click to enlarge.

And if you have potty mouth, here are the alternate lyrics:

Louie, Louie,
grab her way down low.
Louie, Louie,
grab her way down low.

A fine little bitch, she waits for me;
she gets her kicks on top of me.
Each night I take her out all alone;
she ain’t the kind I lay at home

Each night at ten, I lay her again;
I f–k my girl all kinds of ways.
And on that chair, I lay her there;
I felt my boner in her hair.

If she’s got a rag on, I’ll move above;
It won’t be long, she’ll slip it off.
I’ll take her in my arms again;
tell her I’d rather lay her again.

Believe it or no, Glendora was written by that old crooner Al Martino. This retro garage version by The Slickee Boys can be found on Battle of the Garages, Voxx Records, 1981.

This is serious, Mum.

And if you don’t own this essential slab of vinyl, you don’t get to go home with the drummer.

Shaking All Over written by Jimmy Heath aka Johnny Kidd and the Pirates. This song lubricated the relations between boys and girls on the dance floor across the length and breadth of tubbyland during his snotty teenage years.

I go for Vince Taylor and His Playboys version from a very early BBC film clip. NOTE Vince’s leather attire which explains why he was a failure in the UK and BIG in Frog Land.

Where would Stanley Kubrick be in Full Metal Jacket without this lyrical behemoth?

Back to Oz with The Missing Links. I just love this since I met the singer one morning early, decades later, while waiting at a zebra crossing all dressed up in the power suit, feeling crucial and off to work and my fawning secretaries.
We had a great conversation, since I had been listening to the Links super rare LP while in the shower earlier. When I shared this highlight of my life at the staff meeting later that afternoon, the Director called in the dog catcher.

And finally.

And Dear Reader, in case you are drawing any character-conclusions, forget it. I’ve been listening to Richard Tauber the great opera singer this week.

End Note. As I’ve encountered the most appalling musical taste since entering the Sinosphere, this is the first in a series designed to instruct and educate.
Jitney by Cecil Taylor from his Silent Tongues LP.
I was fortunate to see him perform a 70 minute version of this piece in all its discordant, shards of sound glory.


Finally, this is strictly for my benefit.

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