Blue Light Special is K-Mart.

signed,
Pedant who worked at K-Mart in high school

(Though I appreciate the pun on "blue.")

I stand pedanterated.

I stand pedanterated.

Ped is foot, and ante is before or in front of, so you just got kicked in the front? (My delicate nature prevents me from speculating as to where in front.) And you're still standing? Studly!

And you're still standing? Studly!

Balls of brass, young man.

And yes, they go jingle jangle jingle.

I mailed off Hec's mix. And copied it for myself, of course.

CD shopping last night resulted in another album from a band I liked off of Jon's 2003 mix: The Minders Hooray for Tuesday (not their 2003 release, but all I could find) and it is fantabulous.

Yesterday was payday - so it's used CD shopping for me today as well. I feel like I haven't seriously music shopped in a month, even though I am pretty sure I did last weekend...

For those who keep track of such things, there is an interesting Beats' acolyte biography in the NYTimes today. Lemme dig up a link. Here.

One interesting thing about everyone in my office being on OS X now and using iTunes is that everyone is automatically connected to everyone else's Music Libraries. It's like seeing people's closets and drawers. Who knew that the super-dude surfer guy from CA listened to Christina Aguilera? Or that the uber conservative head of the dept. had 8GBs of music on his hard drive? I love it.

And yes, they go jingle jangle jingle

Hey, this is the music thread! Only spurs can go jingle jangle jingle. And only as you go riding merrily along.

Well The Byrds and Kate Bush assert that tamborines go jingle jangle. And Nick Cave had something to say on the subject.

Hey, I have a bootleg of Mr. Langford playing this very Ship & Pilot song on Jon's mix in Austin, but I never knew the name of the song. This version is more kickin', though, what with the drums & fiddle & such.

Tommy, Kay Kyser used those exact words.

Here's one of my reviews for the book.

Buck Naked and the Bare Bottom Boys
Buck Naked and the Bare Bottom Boys
(Heydey, 1993)

Lordy, he was a vision. I remember Buck stepping up to the mic at Raji's wearing pink cowboy boots, an orange feathered boa, aviator shades, the kind of cowboy hat you usually only see on a bitter divorcee from Santa Fe and bright red lipstick. And that was it. Except for the Foz E. Bear muppet strapped across his crotch in a crucifix posture--Foz E.'s face a rictus of surprise as he took it up the muppet hole.

Which was entirely appropriate for the only band I know that did a medley of songs about anal-sex. If you weren't grinning ear to ear at a Buck show while chanting the chorus, "Up Up / Up your butt!" then you just didn't love rock and roll. It's that simple. Of course, there's a tendency to dismiss Buck and the Boys' pornobilly as a cheap novelty. And while it was cheap, and it was certainly novel, I want to tell you it had a perverse, exhilirating genius. They were funny and exuberent and they had that Creedence /Cramps/SCOTS swamp twang throbbing with reverb. Buck sang "Enema Party" with such insane glee, he made the entire prospect sound like the ideal Saturday night out. That's an impressive bit of salesmanship, you've got to admit.

Every thing on this record is an original, excepting the Billy Childish cover "Sometimes (I Want'cha For Your Money)," and there's not a duff cut here. Pearl Harbor covered "Trouble" (Buck used to play in her band) and it might be the ultimate post-rockabilly bad-girl-with-big-hair anthem. Certainly up there with Ben Vaughn's "Dressed In Black." Tip to collectors: the 12" single of "Teenage Pussy From Outer Space" is the very best thing Buck and the Bare Bottom Boys ever did, and it's different from the version on this CD. A crazyman shot and killed Buck before this record ever came out. If you missed seeing him live, then you missed a revelation. (David Smay)