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Dave Day in Memoriam

Posted by Whitmore, January 13, 2008 12:43pm | Post a Comment


The winds came first … the neighbors tree falling came next, and when the haunted harmonica sounds of the wind blowing through my office door, (sounding like a Ennio Morricone soundtrack), started imitating an Armenian duduk, (the most beautiful sounding instrument on the face of the Earth), I knew I was going to find something sadder than usual in my morning New York Times.

Dave Havlicek, aka Dave Day, guitarist and banjo player for one of the most original, legendary  and enigmatic bands ever to grace a stage, The Monks, died last Thursday, January 10th. Day, who was born and lived in Renton just outside Seattle, Washington, suffered a stroke or a heart attack on the previous Sunday morning which left him on life support for a short time before he passed.

Many years ago, way too many to actually acknowledge, I used to work at the original Onyx Café when it was next door to the Vista Theater in East Hollywood. One evening a customer gave me a home made cassette tape of a band I had only vaguely ever heard of named The Monks, the record Black Monk Time.

I put on the tape. What I remember most are two distinctive reactions: mine of total amazement and awe, how the hell did I miss this band (I’m a record geek for chrissakes!), and the reaction of another customer saying almost the same thing. But his “what the hell is this?”  was followed by something like  “do you have to play this crap now!” 
 
The Monks were five American GIs stationed in Germany who billed themselves as the “Anti-Beatles”. They played it heavy, weren’t afraid of feedback or dissonance and Dave Day added to the mayhem and the whole crunching rhythmic sound by playing the hell out of the electric banjo. They shaved their heads into monks' tonsures, dressed in black monasterial robes, sometimes wearing nooses as neckties, mocked and rocked harder than any of their sixties counterparts while basically inventing what would become kraut rock, industrial, and punk music.  Am I overstating their importance in rock music history? No! Their nihilistic deconstruction of Rock and Roll, owing in part to the Dada Movement of the ‘20s, predated Punk’s similar efforts by a good ten years or more. The Monks were easily 30 years ahead of mainstream rock’s time.

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IN CELEBRATION OF THE DRUM: PART FOUR, BUDDY RICH

Posted by Billyjam, January 12, 2008 11:16pm | Post a Comment
                                                  
Above is video clip of a drum solo by legendary jazz drummer & band leader Buddy Rich. As witnessed by this amazingly superfast drum solo, it is no surprise that Rich, who died back in 1987 at age 69, is still reverbuddy riched the world over by drummers and fans of drumming for his swift skills. In fact, back in his day he was commonly billed as "the world's greatest drummer." He is also one of the fastest, most skilled drummers of all time and got honored by Drum magazine for the "fastest drum solo ever" specifically for the song "Machine" off his 1967 album Big Swing Face.

And talk about taking to the drum at an early age!  Reportedly Rich was just two years old when his father, who first noticed his baby son's keen sense of rhythm,  enlisted (exploited?) him in vaudeville playing the drums, billing him as "Traps the Drum Wonder"buddy rich at the top and as such he was an extremely successful young artist. In fact by the time he reached the ripe old age of 11 he was already a band leader. Unlike a lot of child stars Rich didn't quit or burn out but rather continued playing throughout his teens, consistently honing his style and getting better and better at his art. It has been written that Rich is one of the few drummers to ever master the so-called "one-handed roll" on both hands.

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Songs About Immigration, Part 1 - Maldita Vecindad: Mojado

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, January 12, 2008 07:24pm | Post a Comment
Maldita Vecidad Y Los Hijos Del Quinto Patio is a legendary band from Mexico, D.F. They started in the mid-80's and are still going strong. "Mojado" is from their first album. It is song about someone who left for El Norte for a better life and died on the way and how the death affects the people they left behind.

Yo sabía que te ibas a ir
hoy por fin te vi partir
Yo temía que te ibas a ir
hoy tu voz la oí decir:
"Yo me voy de aquí,
me voy de aquí.
No tengo nada que darte a ti
El otro lado es la solución
por todas partes
se oye el rumor:
yo me voy de aquí"
Te ví partir
Ahora estoy sola
sola sin ti
Yo te ví partir
partir , partir, partir

Ya son dos días que no estas aquí
Hoy Pedro corre gritando hacia mí
Trae en la mano un diario gris
hay una nota perdida entre mil
que habla de ti
Habla de ti
"MOJADO MUERTO, AL INTENTAR HUIR"
No dice nada, no hay explicación
eras un cerdo oculto en un camión,
que quiso huir
Lloró por ti
A mis espaldas oigo decir:
"Yo lo ví partir,
partir, partir, partir"


The Cyclonic 2007 Celebrity Mugshot Whirl-Around, part 2

Posted by Whitmore, January 12, 2008 09:00am | Post a Comment

Sometimes I get the impression that our old friend Orenthal James "O. J." Simpson just wants to end up at the top of an old oil refinery like James Cagney in White Heat, screaming at the top of his Hall of Fame lungs “Look at me Ma! Top of the world!” Then boom … infinity and vapor … melted down like a Heisman Trophy.






David Huckabee
, the eldest son of presidential candidate Mike Huckabee, made headlines when he was arrested in April for having a loaded Glock pistol in his carry-on bag at the Little Rock Airport. Yeah, but that’s nothing compared to the stunt he pulled as an 18 year old, when he was fired from his Boy Scout counseling job for torturing and killing a stray dog he caught at Camp Pioneer in Hatfield, Arizona. First he hung the dog by the neck, slit its throat, then stoned it to death.



You would think that the biggest story this year in sports would have been Michael Vick and his massive screw-up, but luckily for him we live in an era when athletes massively screw-up all the time.



I’m not trying to play the elitist-snob game here, but I’ve never seen an episode of American Idol … but shit, with characters like Jessica Sierra hanging around, I think I have to mend my ways and check this show out! But the first order of business, get Season Four from Netflix for a better look at this femme fatale.

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D E M O N S - Saturday Midnight At The New Beverly !!

Posted by phil blankenship, January 11, 2008 08:56pm | Post a Comment
THIS SATURDAY - Tell Your Friends!
Come out and help us celebrate our first showing of the new year !

Amoeba Music & Phil Blankenship proudly present the 80s Italian Horror Classic:

DEMONS
1985, dir. Lamberto Bava


New Beverly Cinema
7165 W Beverly Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90036
Midnight, $7

http://www.newbevcinema.com/
http://www.myspace.com/newbeverlymidnights
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