'Shindig'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
I was just checking to see if I should tape it for you.
That would be excellent. And I'd really love to hear the Austin. He & David Ossman are my favorite Firesigns. I think I read that Austin was the one responsible for most of the music, as well as the one who brought a musical sensibility to their approach, and I think that the music is one of the best things about them. Porgie Tirebiter, He's a spy and a girl delighter...
Heh. Back from the Shadows again! Out where an Injun's your friend! Where the veg'tables are green, and you can pee into the stream!
I confess that I don't know one Firesign guy from another, but I do like the songs.
Shoes for industry! Shoes for the dead!
We must pull together, like a twin! All for one, and all for one! Let's hear it for me!
Things I like about living overseas: the radio just played "Last Christmas" by George Michael, followed immediately by "Motherfucking P-I-M-P" (uncensored) by Fifty Cent.
"You're listening to Cognitive Dissonance 98.9! Stay tuned for more!"
Sounds like TripleJ ... excpet they'd never play Last Christmas by George Michael
We get reviewed in the Jan issue of Magnet:
“Pop-culture zine Scram presents an anthology of bite-sized essays about obscure, overlooked and flat-out bizarre albums. As a Cliffs Notes of the outré, LOST IN THE GROOVES is a stone gas, placing genuine curiosities like CHEVROLET SINGS OF SAFE DRIVING AND YOU alongside jaw-droppers like Marvin Gaye’s 1978 divorce cycle HERE, MY DEAR. Now-mainstream oddities are avoided for less obvious ones; Lou Reed’s METAL MACHINE MUSIC isn’t here, but THE BELLS is. The result is like a midnight bull session with your inner, ADD-afflicted rock geek.
Damn, Hec. It's a shame you didn't have that last line as a cover quote. And THE BELLS review was one of the ones that really caught my attention (first Lou Reed album I bought, because it was supposedly "electornic" music according to some review, and I was going through a heavy synthesizer phase).
I was in Twisted Village yesterday after work, buying a few used CDs from asst. manager (and former WMBR DJ) Angela, when a guy I didn't know burst in.
"I found it!," he exclaimed. "It was $14."
"Great! Thanks!," Angela replied.
And he handed her a copy of LitG.
Of course, I pointed them to my sidebar. They were suitably impressed.
Jon, you were in my dream last night. You showed up at my Grandma's house for Christmas. (Followed by JZ and Hec.)
Don't ask me. I have a weird subconscious.