Monday, April 18, 2005
BigRockCandyMountain. Scouring the globe for all the latest bands you crave. Future Spin cover stars and modern rock heroes? We've got it covered. Where music comes second to promotion, and we're always trying to land that big gig writing for How to Sell Rehashed Crap to the Masses magazine.
Somebody's a little tetchy today, hmmmm?
Thanks for yr patience. I was beginning to forget what this whole world wide web thingy looked like. Future mother-in-law is safely returned home, and half the apartment is now reflecting a fine shade of cardboard-box brown. Yikes. I'm pretty sure I packed something away that I'm gonna need.
Well, gee, yr here for music, not a daily packing report.
First, I was hoping to solicit some ideas. I'm soon going to start a series of posts dealing with artists that should be in some sort of Hall of Fame, but aren't and will never have a chance to be. While I'm sure we can all agree on the importance of Bob Seger in the pantheon of rawk, or at least pickup truck advertising, but what about Captain Beefheart? Charlie Feathers? Screamin' Jay? The New York Dolls? 13th Floor Elevators? Sun Ra? The Legendary Fuckin' Stardust Cowboy? Do the Minutemen and the Germs and the Dead Kennedys have a shot? And why not? I've gotta believe the Replacements might manage to slip in, but will they ignore Husker Du and Yo la Tengo? Mark E. Smith and Billy Childish are probably toast. And don't even get me started on how many rap artists will get ignored by the old white men with ponytails who make this decision as to what musicians are valuable. There's a thousand great artists who will never get the recognition they deserve. Sad fact, and true. Doomed to live a dusty life in the rekkid collections of awkward fan boys and girls.
Now for the solicitation part. Got a musician or band that you'd nominate for...oh...let's call it the Fringe Hall of Fame (until I or you come up with a better name for it)? Let me know. I'm taking submissions. If you make a good case (even if I disagree), I'm gonna give you a guest spot. That's right, you get to use and abuse the BigRock name and bandwidth for yr own personal use. There's no limit. There could be 50 winners or 5. Or this could be a complete failure, and y'all'll'll'll be stuck with just me. And who wants that, really? Leave a comment or email me at email@example.com. The Mountain's an opinionated bastard. You should be too.
And now for something completely indifferent. Sir Bald Diddley and His Wig-Outs. Frankly, I could find very little info on this band on the web. What I do know is that they're a British band in the grand tradition of Thee Headcoats. The album these two songs are pulled from is called To Baldly Go, and can be found from the essential Sympathy for the Record Industry label. Mixing spiittle soaked harmonica, THE Bo Diddley guitar riff (in all it's glorious forms), and a twisted take on surf music, it's the perfect album for yr next hi-fi rent party. Oh, and the man wears a fez. It may not be Bob Seger, and it probably doesn't even qualify for The Mountain's hall of fame, but it'll shake yr ass nonetheless....really. Download it now. If you don't find yrself twisting the night away, I'll give you yr money back.
Sir Bald Diddley and His Wig-Outs: Handsome Beast (mp3)
Sir Bald Diddley and His Wig-Outs: Bull Moose(mp3)
Fer Pete's sake, why are you still buying from The Man? Check out yr local independent record stores. Amongst the dust lies a wealth of treasures Rolling Stone's never heard of. And that's a good thing.