He's back - and he's brought his new book with him.
Steve Carr makes his third appearance in the pod (second of 2020 in fact), choosing tunes, relating R 'n' R tales and supplying handy tips for the vinyl buyer (wood glue and toothpicks anyone?) taken from the freshly pressed volume - Every Record Tells a Story
Musically we bring you the original version of Superstition (and it's
*not* Stevie) Cher regrooving Dr John, the Isley's refunking Stephen Stills, and a rocking new tune from ex Tubeway Army Sean Burke
Plus a bonus quiz - Blue or False. Is it a real Blue Oyster Cult title or Fake Blues
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Podrophenia back in action tonight, with the power trio of Piley, Lord Steven Hastings and m'self - we gather together from our collective cloudbases for a socially distanced run through of tunes, chat, news stories and triv'.
ho are the IAI Association? Why was Danny Kirwin sacked from Fleetwood Mac, do The Monkees retain their Monkee Magic five decades on? Alongside these conundrums we'll be spinning in newbies from Sparks and buried treasure from Jimmy Winston and Brian Auger ...
Regularly of a Sunday, well during Martin McNeill's set, Marmite and I will shoo away any downtime and dead air during the band's breaks by winging in a few tunes to keep the room warmed up and buoyant.
This weekend, Mark Cecil (drummer in Martin McNeill's outfit) brings his own band to The Railway - I've yet to see them in action, but they come recommended with the Marmite Seal of Approval - which is a kitemark of quality in anyone's book.
I believe they're jazzier than the jump blues, New Orleans grooves and western swingers that make up Martin's McNeill's signature sound. So I may add a few new groovers to the crates - tunes like..
Led Zep (a BBC recording rarity), Little Richard a Roxy album track and Lulu - but which Lulu to choose? Feeling Alright, Watch That Man or Morning Dew?
Last week's radio runout didn't manage to lift off the launch pad - due to a last minute tech meltdown, so refreshed and re-revved after an unexpected Tuesday night off - Piley and I are back in bunker from 9 tonight at Chance Radio - why not swing by and listen live.
Divvyshare upload problems seem to be over - so as promised a take away versh of last Friday's funky nugget
Unintentionally, last Friday's label-mates turned out to be a grizzled and glittered bunch of blokes, gathering together: ska stars, frizzy hippies and space-rockers.
Today, let's try a tour of the Ladies Department. There's a rich history and roll call of role models to pick and mix from: Millie Small with My Boy Lollipop was one of Island's earliest stars - but Sandy Denny, Linda Thompson, P J Harvey, Amy Winehouse have also been Islanders at one time or another. So, picking up from where last week's timeline left off..
Betty Davis (married to Miles), grunts, grinds and bumps like Buckaroo over a groove-o-matic soundtrack of popping bass lines, fidgety riffing and fatback drums.
Did you know Slits singer Ari Up is John Lydon's step-daughter? Of course you did. The grrrl gang's going over of Grapevine still sounds daisy-fresh, and as contemporary as any new tune you'll hear in-store at Rough Trade.
I know I'm a few days out of date with this, but had my own anniversary to do last week.
Two years ago, I had my brain fried, my mind altered and my doors of perception blown to smoke and splinters in one sitting How? By sitting through my first ever viewing of 'Woodstock'.
Partly - as I thought I'd brought home the DVD of that music fest' where Hendrix sets his Fender aflame. It took a few minutes viewing until realised that music fest was actually Monterey! Whoops.
But mainly - still ingrained with 'Never Trust a Hippy' hard-coded punk standards from my teenage days, viewed Woodstock with a sly eye and had it pegged as fuggy aired, fuzzy haired, hair-baring love-in. And a long weekend of Freak Brother freak-outs and whispy women twittering to polite applause from sky-eyed stoners and other-worldly arm wavers. Which in part it is.
However, what I hadn't expected, and left my head spinning like a shell-shocked owl were...
Sly Stone and his rip-roaring funk review Santana's explosive Soul Sacrifice Alvin Lee's giddy guitar work Janis Joplin's ear-bleeding screeching CSN's layered harmonies and shifting whisper melodies The 'orrible Who booming in like boot boys (and Pete's white boiler suit and bovver boots look, surely inspired Kubricks Clockwork Orange droog designs)
Captured pitch perfectly with progressively edgy editing, split screen shots, triple screen shots, offstage observations from gig-goers, police, parents and much, much more, make 'Woodstock' the definitive time capsule of that heady weekend and it's place in social history.
If you haven't seen Woodstock yet, you really are doing yourself a disservice. The 'director's cut' DVD regularly sells for as little £3 in some entertainment retailers, so why not treat yourself on the 40th anniversary of the event - here's a couple of clips and cuts to tempt you..
The two tunes are studio takes not live - don't be alarmed by the names they really are lolloping chunks of funk.
If you can't swing watching the whole clip, skip to the seven minute mark for the tempo change and the way it bursts back into life with the hookiest of hooky horn riffs.
The drummer looks like he's just finished a paper round, the keyboard player looks like Elvis. There's guitar hero gurning and curly cables too - perfect! Watch out for the naked stranger dancing with a sheep, and the ginger stoner at the close- you have been warned
Remember Sharon Tandy from Friday's post? Well she's back doing a Dusty-meets-Cher shakedown 'Hold On' (keep 'em peeled for a young DLT intro'ing the clip)
A heavier, wah-guitar, stomper versh of Hold On was later nailed by Ipsissimus, (a name I find almost impossible to pronounce) - and used as the opener on this mix o' mine..
I’m guesting over at Devil Dick's blog today with brand new bespoke mix - ’33 and a 3rd Eye’ - that scrapbooks heavy mod, rocking hippy and some swishy sounds of the underground into a 70 minute blitz of grooving guitar based goodies - there’s a taste test below – but the full fat version is available right here..
33 and a 3rd Eye trailer
Two tracks I couldn’t seem to squeeze in - and one that I could, form a trio of early doors appearances, and low key/in disguise numbers featuring some of rock’s heaviest-hitters..
Hairy-headed, heavy-loaded, underground funk is the mood of today's FF,three walloping slabs of post-psych-freak-rock, where you can almost waft away the patchouli and incense, smell the embers slow-burning the rug, and watch the Robert Crumb or Che poster a'peeling from the smoke stained walls.
I know nothing about Colosseum apart from...
Sometimes they are classified as Jazz Rock At other times they are classified as Art Rock Fatboy Slim sampled The Kettle for something or other
And Aphrodite's Child featuring the monumental man-mass and heavyweight of light enterainment Demis Roussos and Prog-God Vangelis hammering the Hammond
If you're in the mood for more fuggy-fruggery then check out Andy Votel's Vertigo Mixed.A comp of head spinning mixing and artful editing, swirling with rocking oddities and obscurities, so good, I've never quite got to the end - it's like a guitar version of Too Many DJs
Or, why not lend an ear to Marco Pirroni's hand picked Glam Prog favourite, and a tune that inspired his signature guitar twang - it's right here...
And finally something for your third eye.. 'Tonite Let's All Make Love In London'
