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Saturday Matinee – Rocky Roberts & The Airdales, Georgia Satellites, & Rickie Lee Jones

Saturday, 10 August 2013

Rocky Roberts & The Airdales’ “T-Bird” 1965.

The Georgia Satellites‘ “Railroad Steel.”

Rickie Lee Jones‘ “Last Chance Texaco” 1985.

Sorry for the short terse post – been kinda busy lately, so this’ll have to do for this week’s edition of The Saturday Matinee. Have a great weekend folks.

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Saturday Matinee – Ramsey Lewis Trio, Weather Report, Rickie Lee Jones, Southside Johnny, Procol Harem

Saturday, 20 November 2010

Ramsey Lewis [h/t Coldwarrior].

Weather Report was THE jazz-fusion band of the 1970s, and the late Jaco Pastorius was one of the greatest fretless bassmen, with all his awesome burping, farting and growling.

About the same time, I was in love with Rickie Lee Jones. She always reminded me of Diane W., but don’t tell the missus that.

Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes was another favorite of mine back then.

The unwritten rule for posting videos is that one must post one, three or five for the karma to balance. So in order to keep things hunky and dory, here’s the fifth:

That’s Procol Harem from 1967, featuring the legendary Hammond B3 Organism.

Have a great weekend folks, and be back here tomorrow for more fun and games.

Saturday Matinee – Fartin’ Dancin’ Dogs, Howlin’ Wolf, CTA, RLJ,

Saturday, 22 May 2010


My dog used to fart, look at me and leave, but of course that’s exactly what I did to him. Dogs are goofy, but they’re not stupid.


TechnoDog is techno.

Howlin’ Wolf, linked from here. He sang HARD.

Wowie zowie. Chicago Transit Authority, live in Japan in 1972 with crappy video gimmicks. Chicago was talented and underrated, but at least they brought horns back into rock and roll.  Later on, they became just another run-of-the-mill sappy woosband. Instead of this excellent jam…

…we ended up with “If you leave me now you’ll leave the very best part of me — oooOOOOhhno, baby please don’t go” garbage. Fuldkommen Gak.


Ricki Lee Jones got me going in the early 80’s with such a sultry sleazy hip coolness. She could have had me cheap. Hell, she could have had me quack. She could have had me, but she threw it all away, and I never looked back.


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