The platters that matter (2)

The good people at Yarraville records were having a sale the other day, on account of their closing down and moving to Smith Street, Collingwood. Everything was $2. I bought as much as I could carry.

As a consequence I am now very well sorted for 1970's yacht rock, thank you very much.

Here's the list for you mockery and consideration. Tasting notes included.

Warren Zevon - Excitable Boy (Werewolves of London. Hot. But you also get Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner which sounds to me, like the best song Nick Cave never wrote).
Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band - Stranger in town (lush beard on cover, Hollywood Nights etc)
Boz Scaggs - Silk Degrees (Lido, wo, oh, oh, oh.)
Ian Dury and the Blockheads - New Boots and Panties (borowed this once from a prominent member of Ships and Thieves and liked it).
America - History (cos there aint no-one for to give you no pain.)
The Doobie Brithers - Best of the Doobies (Tedium has already made his feelings more than clear about these guys).
Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band - Against the Wind (wild silver horses on cover. Contender for if I ever wish a mural for my favourite new panel van.)
Bachman Turner Overdrive - Head On (more lush beards from Canada's finest.)
Commodores - Natural High - (for those soft and sexy times when you want to get soft and sexy for 20 mins and then stop to turn the record over).
The Cars - Greatest Hits (have this on CD but, shit, man! $2? Why not?)
Eurhythmics - Be Yourself Tonight (for Missus Silky)
Eurhythmics - Revenge (study aid for Crafty's next cover)
Hoodoo Gurus - Blow Your Cool (happy to snap this up for less than the price of a cappucino)
Al Stewart - Year of the Cat (predilection previously noted).
J Geils Band - Freeze Frame (what was I on about before? I don't even drink cappucinos).
The Faces - A nod is as good as a wink (see comment re. The Cars)
Allman Brothers Band - Reach for the sky (picked this up at the end when I was starting to get flagrant. Should have looked closer to see this was late-period material and recorded after the death of one of the said brothers.)
Willie Nelson - Always (Willie sings the classics. Note, not the Bon Jovi "Always".).
Jackson Browne - Running on Empty (because I am turning into my dad).
Kris Kristofferson - Songs of Kris Kristofferson (my favourite so far. This is just awesome More beardiness again but more rugged than lush this time).
The Beatles - Abbey Road (have it on CD etc.)
Wings - Band on the Run - (Surely the most frequently onsold album in the history of second hand record stores)
Neil Diamond - Hot August Night - (see above.)
John Cougar - The Kid Inside (early material. Bought this cos it looked nice, actually a Jem records reissue).
Hall and Oates - H20 (watch out boys, she'll chew you up!)
ELO - A New World Record (I love ELO. Nobody else seems to).
Supertramp - Breakfast in America (see above).
Roxy Music - Stranded (hot chick posed provocatively on cover. Who woulda thunk it?)
Paul Simon - One Trick Pony (because of the red baseball cap and because Late in the Evening is probably my favourite uncool song of all time).
Huey Lewis and the News - Sports (mostly becasue of American Psycho)
Traffic - The Low Spark of High-heeled Boys - (starting to wonder if the plural of Cappucino is not cappucini?)
Elton John - Greatest Hits (bit lame but it has Rocket Man on it and also Goodbye Yellow Brick Road)
It seems like I bought a lot, you say? Where did I draw the liine? The line was drawn with Roger Daltrey's oft-discussed Ride A Rock Horse which, for the second time in the history of this blog, I held long in my hands but could not bring myself to actually purchase.

All The Platters That Matter

I attended a party this past Saturday eve at the handsome Wesley Anne. There I had good fortune to speak to, among squid partners and birthday girls, a young lady who was looking excellently pregnant for the second time. Whilst mulling with her the creeping feeling that world is hurtling into some serious trouble at our hands, she slipped in a startling chestnut (yes...chestnuts can be startling...particularly if they tap you on the shoulder whilst you are concentrating). She had been out powering walking on a weekday evening not so very long ago and listening to 3RRR as she gave her cardiovascular system, and that of her unborn child, a beneficial workout.

What should she hear but Hinny which was subsequently complimented by the disk jockey. Admittedly I only think it was Hinny because she said the song had a girls name...like Jenny. She is sure it wasn't Richard Moffat who played it but it was at 6:30 in the evening and it was a dude...who could it have been? And how exciting.

My Watering Eye

 

And in a trice it was gone. Just as the magician blows on his clenched fist and opens it to reveal an empty palm so too the gig fades from view like a vapour trail on the empty air. Michael at the Brunswick Hotel was nice about it…

Hi UT ,
I have advised the two other acts - will keep you guys on our books for a future gig
Cheers
M

…I don't think he hates us. His communications prior to this one have been equally direct and business-like…so there has been no cooling of tone, but there has been no warming either. I am inspired though. Across the clouds I see my shadow fly to other pubs to book gigs.

Leave the solar system.

The Ox is Fecund

I have taken in recently The Chemistry Set and on a slightly larger scale, Neil Young. Neil was great but it is always a shame when he doesn't bring the Horse. It sounded at times like he was playing with session musicians...and what was he doing letting Ben Keith play guitar, he was way too timid, where as his pedal steel soared. Some pleasing and surprising choices in the set list (always great to hear I've Been Waiting For You) and some spectacular clangers (Sea Change which as far as I know is unrecorded) which did actually serve to make the high points higher.

Anyway I have departed from my point. So I went to see Melbourne funsters The Chemistry Set, for my review you should subscribe to the Preshil Cricket Club email list where you will also see my vituperative secretarial side, and I arrived heavy with eight legs to hold me. I furnished the barkeep via a post-pot-purchasing-mumble with said slab of HOT ROCK!, explained we felt a bit silly for not including any contact details but maintained that it gave us indie/art cred (for it is us!). So I called them yesterday to see if they had listened to it and they had in fact emailed me an hour before offering us a gig.

Thursday the 19th of March in the Year of the Ox at the Brunswick Hotel. About a year and a half since the last gig. I don't think this should be the launch.


One thing though...they want to charge us $100 for providing the PA and the mixer...which really means the mixer. This is probably fine as we used to pay $60 to the mixer 15 years ago but the "pay to play" rankles with me a bit. I guess if you want to play on Sydney rd that is the cost.