We write about the songs that make the whole world sing, we write about the songs of love and special things, we write about the songs that make the young girls cry, we write about the songs, we write about the songs.
You silly, silly man. That must have taken you for hours. Or were you drunk and unaware of your life passing you by? Well done either way. I now have to tag all the artistes you've included here. And I call you silly!
At the moment I'm reading Barry Miles' "Frank Zappa". Miles' McCartney biography "Many Years From Now" was great, but this one's harder going. Probably because it's about Frank Zappa. When we were in Concepción at the weekend, Funseeker's niece Ana asked me to read to her, so I read her some of this. She's only four. That'll stay with her forever.
I've got up to the bit where young Frank moves to Hollywood and figures out that a) the freaks (what the hippies were before they were called hippies) like the Byrds; b) the Byrds are popular; c) therefore, if he can get the freaks to like him, he'll be as popular as the Byrds. Clearly an oversight on Zappa's part, as Miles writes:
Zappa's music was never as danceable as the Byrds' and required a lot more concentration. They couldn't just flow with it because Frank was always changing the time signature or introducing spoken parts.
It's also just mentioned that Arthur Lee and Love were also on the Sunset Strip scene at the same time, which is handy as it means I can post this video instead of looking for a listenable one by Zappa.
Here's a good 'un, recommended by Ian. I'm not sure if he reads the blog or just had a fit of recommending far-out jives from the late sixtees. This is the most passable of his recommendations. He's very eclectic. He enjoys modern jazz and everything.
With this video I've finally resolved my Arthur confusion, to wit:
1. Arthur Brown was not the singer from Love. 2. Neither was Arthur Lowe 3. It was Arthur Lee. 4. I should stop watching Dad's Army in the hope that they'll play something from "Forever Changes".
This clip is taken from Peter Sykes' 1968 film "The Committee", which also featured music by The Pink Floyd.
Note the limited pyrotechnics of the era, so Mr Brown's flaming horns go out 33 seconds in; the organist's dad looking on proudly at (1:18); a young Cher dancing at (2:31); and that's not a real drummer, or indeed, a real cigarette. Arthur Brown was from Whitby. What is about Whitby, eh?
James and Daniel, or Jim and Danny to an unfortunate few, were going to be like the old men who ran 78 Records in Stockport, but writing a blog about the songs and videos they came across seemed a lot less hassle, and saved them having to move to Stockport. And so they created 78x78 Records, so that other people could know what it was like to be their friend, and what they wrote about when they wrote to each other about music. And so they will post videos of songs you might enjoy 78x78 times. And then they will stop. And then they will do something else. That's 6084 posts. They´ll endeavour to get it done quickly. They'd love to hear from you and any videos or songs you'd like them to post. You can do this by commenting in the pertinent area, or by e-mailing them your suggestions at 78discos@gmail.com
