The Specials in 1979, with A Message To You Rudy.
From the Utoobage comments:
“For those who do not know the story already, the “rudy” of this song is not a person. In fact, it refers to the slang term “rude boy” (rude boy-rudie-rudy) that originated in Jamaica in the early ’60s to define a specific sub-culture that used to listen to ska and rocksteady. As you can imagine, the term “rude” refers to the not exactly in-line-with-the-law lifestyle they had. [..] This particular subculture heavily influenced the mods and the skinheads, particularly in the look. And in in regards of music too , obviously, since the genre Oi! is heavily influenced by ska.”
Rude Pride is/was a band from Madrid (2013-2020) that played 1970s style Oi! Although the sub-genre is often misconstrued as music by racist pro-fascist bands, this is not one of them. I just like the song. (BTW, that’s the Flag of Jamaica on the wall in the background.)
Keeping with the accidental theme, let’s go with some nasty ska. The Interrupters cover Billie Eilish’ Bad Guy, and their version is better. Duh.
I think that’ll do for now. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.
“Like Aon Focal Eile, I had no idea how big that would be. I was afraid I’d get a slagging from the Irish speaking people but the boss man in Glór na Gael wrote me a very nice letter thanking me for having a song with a full Irish title in the charts.”Richie Kavanaugh
G.E. Smith gets all swampy and stuff with a tribute to late bassman Tom “T Bone” Wolk. Both backed Hall & Oates and were the core of the SNL Band (1985-1995).
Have a great weekend, folks, see you back here tomorrow.
Any Freddie KIng jam makes me smile, and Boogie Funk (ca. 1968) matches what’s been going on in my brain lately. (I’m not sure that’s the correct song title – it might be Feelin’ Good.)
Have a great weekend, we’ll see what happens tomorrow.
Lookin’ For My Baby, The Earls (1961)
The Earls founder Larry Chance grew up in Philadelphia, attended high school with Chubby Checker, Frankie Avalon, and Danny Rapp of Danny & the Juniors, later moved to the Bronx and formed The Earls. I’ve always misheard the song as “Look, Look, Football Baby” and I still do.
I’m on the Blender email list, and occasionally they link to video tutorials/demos. I don’t use the CG program, but its capabilities blow me away. The guy who compiled the animations ran out of audio at about 03:10 but dealt with it pretty well.
In 1965, David Hoffman filmed some genuine hill music from the mountains of North Carolina for a television documentary. Music starts at 04:28. (If you want to hear the four and a half minute lead in, start at 00:00.) Hoffman filmed those same musicians in the best clogging video you’ll find.
This animated cartoon music video of Richard Hell and the Voidoids‘ single “The Kid with the Replaceable Head” (Radar, 1979) was created by Washington D.C. kid’s show “Pancake Mountain.” The song was written by Richard Hell, and this recording was produced by Nick Lowe.
“It’s like a bunch of 1930’s comic book villains got together and formed a band.” – YouTube Comment Not much can be found about Orkestra Obsolete except that Scottish guitarist Angus McIntyre assembled the band for the BBC. The original un-colorized video was released ca. 2016 and is a cover of New Order’s 1983 electrobeat song of the same name.
Thee Sinseers have the chicano soul groove down and mix in a bit of Motown on the side. Wait’ll Joey Quiñones’ voice ages a bit and they’ll be even better.
Founded in Oxnard, California in 1995, disbanded 2007, reunited 2012, Kemuri is more to my liking these days. They released two albums back-to-back in 2015 and they’re still touring world wide.
Ignore the tacky stage decor, The Ghost Town Blues Band nails the Memphis sound of the early 70s.
That should hold you over for a while. Have a big fat sloppy weekend, but be back here tomorrow just because.
Spanish guitarist Diego Garcia, aka El Twanguero, plays his original composition Minor Rag / Spanish Rag. Stay with this one; it starts out slow then jumps to amazing.
Austria’s Hot Club du Nax features talent from Innsbruck, Prague, London and Bologna, and do a damn fine job playing 1930s gypsy swing.
John Prine had the perfect voice for his style of songwriting and was “among the English language’s premier phrase-turners with music relevant to any age.”
Grandpa Eliott Small & his PFC Band pulled off a great version of Buster Brown‘s Fannie Mae (complete with some whoopin’ and eefin’). A New Orleans street performer, Small once said he doesn’t know what beer tastes like, he’s never touched drugs and the only thing he smokes is the exhaust from the cars that pass Royal and Toulouse.
As I was looking for some music videos for this post, I began searching my memory for loud, angry, pissed-off frustration songs to reflect the recent abhorrent events that have fallen upon our Republic, knowing that things are about to get worse.
Then I decided that I didn’t want to go there. Venting is wasted energy, at least for me, so I wandered off in a different direction. Hope you like it.
Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll be back tomorrow.
“Warriors” by Too Many Zooz, shot somewhere under NYC, is oddly interesting. Some call it street music, but the band calls it “brass house.” Kinda rough on my ears, but I get it.
