Pure wet stealth.
[Found here.]
Grady Martin was probably the greatest session guitar player in country music (that’s him on an electric double neck). He was the creator of what’s now called Rockabilly, but it was early Rock and Roll. Give him credit also for fuzztone.
That brings us to The Johnny Burnette Trio and “Lonesome Train.” Great early rock. Burnette was the guy who had a hit with a cover of Tiny Bradshaw‘s “Train Kept A-Rollin.” (Grady Martin played for Johnny Burnette in the mid 50s.)
So here’s The Yardbirds‘ 1966 version of “Train Kept A-Rollin”, with Jimmy Page.
Why stop there? Let’s jump to 1977 with Aerosmith’s version of the 1951 R&B song.
What? You haven’t heard Tiny Bradshaw’s original version? Well here you go.
And with that we’re out of here. Have a great weekend, folks, and be back here for more fun tomorrow.
Oddness. The 1st .gif is from an unknown TV advertisement. The 2nd is from the 1924 silent movie “Aelita: Queen of Mars.” The “Katzenclavier” dates to the 1500s long before .gif animations were invented.
[Found in here.]
It all started when anti-war protesters from off-campus showed up by Friday, 1 May 1970 to host a May Day protest rally. That night, a handful of idiots decided that it was a good idea to get drunk and start trashing Water Street. The police quelled the violence within an hour.
The Police Department contacted the Mayor who contacted the Governor of Ohio who contacted the National Guard.
The next day, the National Guard was on campus. That Saturday night another handful of idiots decided to set fire to the ROTC building, and sabotaged Fire Department’s efforts to stop the blaze by slashing the hoses.
The National Guard was made up of young men the same age as the students. Not much happened on Sunday, 3 May.
On Monday, 4 May, the agitators cranked it up a notch, and someone in the National Guard gave the order to shoot across the Prentiss Hall parking lot from the front of Taylor Hall, the School of Architecture Building. Four students were killed, nine wounded.
There was a lot of overreaction on 4 May 1970, but who lit the fuse? The handful of vandals that started throwing rocks and bottles on Water Street, or the handful of idiots who burned the ROTC building on campus? What about the rally organizers who were neither students nor residents of Kent, Ohio, and arrived by the busload? Unless I’m mistaken, none of them were ever brought to trial. It was entirely the National Guard’s fault. Right.
Note that the sub-genius that produced this video and posted it on the Utoobage got the date wrong (a lot of the “documentaries” have blatant factual errors), and the original version had the requisite soundtrack: “Ohio” by CSN&Y.
[There’s a pretty good 2nd hand factual account of the KSU tragedy here. Wikipedia also has an entry. Previously posted here.]
Proof. The Creature From The Black Lagoon was Mickey Dolenz.
[Found here.]
Shortly after recording what was arguably their best album at Abbey Road Studios, the Fab Four crossed that now famous intersection and posed for this publicity shot. (L to R: Paul, George, John and Ringo.)
Some say the Beatles were too popular, but you’ve got to admit that without “the British Invasion” of the 1960s there’d likely be no Tacky Raccoons.
[Image found here, crossposted here.]
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Update: This is disturbing.
One of my favorites of The PreFab Four (posted previously).
What the heck. Here’s Zappa’s version.
Here’s to the Royal Disco Wedding for our friends across the pond: “There was funky Chinamen from funky Chinatown.” Great lyrics from Carl Douglas. Reminds me of National Lampoon’s classic “Have a Kung-Fu Christmas.”
Heh. The Black Keys are my current favorites in the land of retrorock, and they fit right in with the Soul Train motif. [Tip o’ the tarboosh to Bunkessa]
And as long as we’re going retro, here’s some rockabilly from the UK: The Streamline Rockers.
That makes five for this episode of the Saturday Matinee, and with that I’m out. Have a great weekend folks, and see you back here tomorrow for more fun.