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Happy Turkey Day from the6149: Hopefully you all get a healthy dose of this today...
Thanksgiving is my fave holiday. No gifts, no funny fat man in a red suit, no bullshit. Just good friends, good family and good food.
- Open G tuning (that one was for you, Keef)
- The Blues (specifically Charley Patton, Howlin' Wolf, John Lee Hooker, R.L. Burnside, Otis Rush & Junior Wells)
- Neil Young's ever busy muse
- Hunter S. Thompson's wisdom
- The state of New Hampshire: ("Live Free or Die" is not only the coolest sate motto, they are words to live by)
"So Russell... what do you love about music?" Share Your Almost Famous "Everything" Moments
- Neil Young - "Cinnamon Girl": Here is another "whooo" for you and it happens at 2:09. The "whooo" coincides with this guitar solo that launchs out of the heavy-duty muck n' mire rhythm that Crazy Horse is laying down.
- Derek and the Dominoes - "Little Wing": Clapton and Duane Allman trading licks on a Jimi Hendrix song. I'd shout out "whooo" too if I was Clapton (1:55)
- The band (w/The Staple Singers) - "The Weight": This is from The Last Waltz and it is all about Mavis Staples. There are two bits in here that make this a bow-down track for me. This is such a "breath-y" performance. You get the feeling she is stirring something up inside and getting ready for the pay-off (an example at 1:03). That pay-off comes at 1:26. It is a this from the gut "unh-huh" that brings me to my knees each time I hear it.
- Rod Stewart - "Every Picture Tells a Story": I love this song. It always make me feel like traveling...on a whim. I think it is Rod's best penned song (with help from Ronnie Wood). At 2:35, Rod lets off a rather rowdy Whooo! (another "whooo"!). It might have something to do with Kenny Jones thundering away, Ronnie starting in with this galloping acoustic and the female back singer firing off an inspired backing vocal. Whoo indeed. (by the way, this one is on the Almost Famous soundtrack)
- The Rolling Stones - "Prodigal Son": A two for one! One of my "little moment" here comes at the end...but the entire song is needed to make it happen. Keef is strumming the hell out of his acoustic. You think he was enjoying himself? If the abrupt and ramshackle "heeyaay" is any indication...yes. The other one is a Mick moment. At 1:55, Mick drawls off a "mercy" that almost makes you feel like he means it.
- Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - "Shadow of a Doubt": Another two for one. At 2:03, Tom puts this inflection on the end of "kid" that starts to rev me up...and himself, too. The tension starts there and builds up until Tom shouts out "aaaaiy" at 2:42. The song doesn't slow down from there.
- Drive-By Truckers - "Sink Hole": One of my favourite "new" bands. The Truckers tell a good story and this one by Patterson Hood is no exception. There is passion here, because it is most likely a true story. The song moves like a stock car driver frantically trying to come up from the back of the pack. By the time Patterson gets to 3:12 and delivers that "eeeoouuuaaagh" you know he damn well means it.
- The Animals - "The Story of Bo Diddley": Eric Burden spends five minutes and fifteen seconds telling us Bo's story. By 5:16 he has worked himself into a tizzy and squelches off a "eeehaaaaayy Bo Diddley" that came from the soles of his feet. This is a long song, but I always find the payoff worth it.
- Warren Zevon - "The French Inhaler": What a GENIUS song. The lyrics are truly a gift to the listener. Apparently this was about his wife (word is she was "ending up with someone different every night"). At 3:28, Zevon makes a kissing sound into the mic (the great kiss-off, perhaps). I have listened to numerous other studio takes of this track and have not heard that anywhere else. My guess is that this was a timely improve...and it works.
- The Rolling Stones - "Casino Boogie": Ah, Keith. The master of the perfect anti-harmony vocal. On "Exile on Main St." he was in rare vocal form. There are so many Keef moments on this album that it is hard to choose. This one always makes me smile: check out Keef's squealing of "understaaaand" at 00:46.
- Cameron Crowe's website
- Almost Famous Wikipedia Page (lots of great insights and factoids here)
- Almost Famous IMBD page
- Check out Bill Simmons', The ESPN Sports Guy, use of Almost Famous in one of his recent columns about the offseason for the NBA (well worth the read just for the AF reference alone)
- Podcast that talks about the recording of "Love & Theft"
- "Untitled": director's but/bootleg of Almost Famous (this is suberb...better than the original theatre cut)
The Ballad of the Music Fan and the Stolen Mix Tape (Part 3): Sometimes you can't make it on your own...
Before you check out this post you should have a read of parts 1 & 2 of this story. This way you will be in the know and can follow along with part 3:
- The Ballad of the Music Fan and the Stolen Mix Tape...
- The Ballad of the Music Fan and the Stolen Mix Tape (Part 2): The Road Goes on Forever...
The set list was filled with old-time used-to-be's and some rabbit-outta-the-hat cover tunes. Have a look:08/29/09 - Comcast Center (Great Woods), Mansfield, MADon’t Want You No More
It’s Not My Cross To Bear
One Way Out
Midnight Rider
Good Morning Little Schoolgirl
Stand Back
Dreams
Can’t Find My Way Home
Statesboro Blues
Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad? (rabbit-outta-the-hat cover tune!)
Black Hearted Woman
Mountain Jam
Dazed and Confused (rabbit-outta-the-hat cover tune!)
Mountain Jam
Encore: Whippin' Post (ode to our "Mutual Friend")
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We Touched Bottom...
The coolest, most shit-hot gift I have ever received...
I got a farewell gift from a very good friend today. This was possibly the coolest, most thoughtful, spot-on gift I have ever received. Only a true friend would have been able to pull off a gift this shit-hot cool.
- Posted from Sydney, Australia
Pull the needle off the record: Last images of Mojo
- Posted from NSW, Australia
The Sunday Sauce: Keeping the Family Tradition on the Front Burner
When I was a kid, my Old Man would spend each Sunday morning making a fresh batch of homemade marinara sauce. He comes from a classic Italian-American household and is third generation (my mom is third on her side as well). In his family (and then mine) his Mom cooked the traditional homemade sauce...the kind that needed all day to cook...and his dad made "the quick sauce". The marinara sauce is a bit simpler in preparation, ingredients and cooking time...but in no way less tasty. His dad made it. His dad's dad made it and so on and so on. How many people have eaten this stuff? How much pasta has been bathed in this over the years? How many times have I tried to duplicate the taste? Many...and I'm still trying.
- Posted from Balmain, Australia
Whole lotta coolness goin' on...
Small gestures are a big deal...at least with me. My buddy, Rocky Cox (yes, you read that right...that is his real name and no he isn't in porno) was recently in Memphis touring the sights, sounds and smell She has to offer.
Rocky knows what a music fan...Memphis Music...and he picked me up a little something: two Sun Records stickers. A Jerry Lee & Elvis (pre "King" a.k.a the real Elvis) 45 record label sticker. I just got them in the mail today. Sun Records via Sydney. Sweet. \
Small gesture. Big deal. Thanks Rocky. I'm hoisting a beer for you now and there will be good rockin' tonight fo' sho'...
- Posted from Balmain, Australia
The Ballad of the Music Fan and the Stolen Mix Tape (Part 2): The Road Goes on Forever...
Note: there are many links in this post. A few are links back to previous posts that I have written that relate to what you will read here. The other links are a special treat for you..a hidden playlist of select Allman Brothers tunes. Have a read of the post and go back and listen. Enjoy. Back in April I wrote a post titled, "The Ballad of the Music Fan and the Stolen Mix Tape", about the origins of my need passion for consuming music and searching for the stories that are being told within the music and by those who listen to it. In that post I talked about a lot about "stories". Here is a bit of what I said: "...What really struck me though was the story they were telling/playing for me. This is where I really got hooked and this is what still hooks me to this day. The stories that are being told through the music, the back-stories of those who made the music and my own stories that are created from these musical experiences is what turns me on. That is what makes the music come alive for me. It is why I listen and why the songs, lyrics and people are inextricably linked to who I am."So true. This particular story..of the "Music Fan and the Mix Tape"... is not finished. In fact it never was nor will it be. As with any good story, it is told over and over and over again. As with any good story, people allow it to live on by retelling it. And, as with any good story...there is always a next chapter. In Part 1, I was talking about how a single incident with a stolen mix tape turned me into the passionate and dedicated music fan that I am today (you may want to have a read of that first post before going any further). The other character (and I do mean character) in the story was the owner and creator of that stolen mix tape ("Mix Tape Guy"). He and I have not been in touch much in the last decade...especially not since I moved to Australia. When we do bump into each other, it is a good catch up over a beer and always a mention, comment or story about music. He may be the biggest music-head I know and I know me very well.Lately I have been running into him a lot...on Facebook. Facebook...ah, the great communicator and connector of people. Since we friended eachother, we have been talking up music and sharing some great links. Not surprisingly, we both keep an online list of our music collection. I sent him my list (which is 1,300+) strong and he sent me his. Between the two of us we have three-quarters of Rock and Roll, two-thirds of the blues and heaping handfuls of Soul, Country and R&B...covered.
_____I have lived in Australia for four and a half years and I have not yet once traveled back to the States for a visit. My wife and I have traveled to many other places since then, but I have not been home (my wife has been four times). There is no specific reason why. When I commit to something, I get locked in. There is so much to experience, that in my head that going home...even for a short visit...felt like a step back. That being said, this past May I booked my first ticket back to the States. Home Turf. Back where it all began. Time to go home and go check up on how all of my skeletons are doing. My plane was to fly in on the 23rd August and stay until half way through September. Aside from seeing my family, there were a couple other happenings I wanted to check out: a Sox game at Fenway and any concerts by (my) bands that just don't make it to Australia. The Sox tickets were easy. I purchased three tickets in row AA in the right field grandstands, smack dab in front of the Pesky Pole. The next thing I did was hit the mojo wire looking for cool gigs at old haunts...the Casino Ballroom in Hampton, NH, the Oprpheum Theatre in Boston, the Boston Garden and that beacon of summer and youth...Great Woods in Mansfield, Massachusetts (today people call it the Comcast Center). I went on the Ticketmaster site and it was slim pickings for bands I was interested in...until I scrolled down and saw just what I needed to see. The Allman Brothers were playing at Great Woods on Saturday the 30th August. Did I read that right? The Allmans. At Great Woods. On a Saturday. In the summer. During the time I would be home. Hot Damn! The Allmans have never come to Australia, but I sure have gone to the Allmans...28 times to be exact (how many of those shows I actually remember is another thing entirely).
_____I am dissapointed about not being able to go home and see friends and family...and to have to miss out on the Allmans show and the Sox game (I have plans for the Sox tickets, too. Some lucky friend is going to get a call in the next day or two). When I think about the opportunity my wife and I have with London, I forget about missing these gigs. At least I can share them with freinds. For us, we on the road again and the way things are looking, it will go on forever. We're seduced (again) by The Lure of Going Around...and we wouldn't have it any other way. Now all I need to do is make a playlist for our road trip...
Johnny Cash is a friend of mine...
I remember how gut-wrenching it was the day the Johnny Cash died. I felt like I lost an old and true friend. I can't say I ever met him, but I feel like I knew him well. If you listened to what he had to say in the stories he sang and the tales that he told, you could find out anything you wanted to about the man. Famously, he walked the line, but he also walked the talk.
If you look at the arc of his career it matches the arc of his life. He created music not to sell records, but to tell his story. Every phase, every cause and every up and down has been turned into song and shared with all who care to listen and to all who can't help but listen. I am definitely one of the latter, but am more so someone who actually cares about listening. Johnny is an inspiration to me for many reasons. First and foremost he was his own man, a self-made man, and it was by his terms that he acted out his life. If you are looking for a character in history that typified the folklore of the American way or American figure...it was Johnny; they need to make more room on Mount Rushmore. He grew up on a small farm in Arkansas, experienced great tragedy and poverty as a child, had a dream that he stood by, through deep valleys and towering peaks, to turning into a reality which he ultimately achieved. He went on to become of the most recognised figures in the world. Through all of this he never lost sight of who he was and how he came to be. He was desperate early in his career, ravaged by drugs and stoked by fame. He was saved by love and saved through his faith. He always reached out to people and reached down to help his fellow man up. We can learn a lot from Johnny Cash...he was honest which means that he wore his flaws on his chest like medals for all to see and learn from just as much as he wore his heart on his sleeve. Just a few minutes ago, I was listening to a bootleg of a show he did in 1994. This was right around the time that he experienced a rebirth (yet again) of his career through the involvement of producer Rick Rubin. At the time right before Rubin entered the scene, Johnny was trying to just be himself, but no one was listening. Record companies wanted gimmicks, but Johnny just wanted to play what was on his mind...as he always did. Rubin sought out Johnny and said, I want to record you...on your terms. It was a historical pairing. The results were five defining albums that were as rich as the Arkansas soil that Johnny tilled many years earlier. This bootleg struck me because of the voice Johnny sang in. It was a knowing voice, a voice you felt compelled to listen to and believe every word it sang. You trusted it...unequivocally. This was 1994 and Johnny had been singing for a long time. The voice was not tired and old, nor was it outdated...it was "outlasted". He had experienced so much, but was still not finished and that is what he voice sounded like: a man with a rich and deep history who was still cutting paths and who still had at least three steps on the setting sun. A stone cold cool story for you. In 1998, Johnny Cash won a grammy for Country Album of the year. The irony was not lost on Johnny or Rick Rubin. The same industry that said Johny was washed up a few years earlier, rewarded him with it's highest honour. Just after this, Johnny and Rubin's record label (aptly titled, "American Recordings") took out a full page ad Billboard magazine. The ad was the famous 1970 picture of Johny with a full on and furious middle finger sticking up, defiantly. In the upper of the ad, the copy read: "American Recordings and Johnny Cash would like to acknowledge the Nashville music establishment and country radio for your support." Johnny Cash...on his own terms.Here is the ad:_____I have a bumper sticker on my car and it reads: "Johnny Cash is a friend of mine". I believe this to be true. He's never let me down.

(this is the actual bumper sticker)
So, here it is, my tribute to Johnny Cash, written a few years after his death: The Man in Black He walked with kings and never lost the common touch. He knew not a distance between preacher and follower. He could speak to many different people and he could speak for many different people. While he walked this Earth he spoke and we listened. And though he has passed on, his words still ring true; immortal. Johnny Cash was one of us. He was one of us…but he was also something more than what we could ever collectively be. This everyman spoke words we could not communicate and articulated feelings we could not express. Johnny Cash was special and I am proud to say that I lived in his time. Johnny Cash never forgot where he came from; he never forgot that everyone else came from somewhere too. He invited everyone and anyone to live within the stories that he told through song. Johnny Cash walked the line for love, he walked the line for his faith and he walked the line for all of us who were unable to do so. Do we not all seek to be inspired? Let me share with you my inspiration…Johnny Cash. His is an influence…empowering-unavoidable…in that once you experience it, it stays with you.
My first impression of Johnny Cash…musician…country musician, hillbilly, outlaw. My taste for country music back then was sour…that is, if I had a taste for it at all. Once, while driving the highway that connects America’s east coast to west, Cash joined me for the ride. As I fumbled to find a clear station on the radio, I heard the voice. It was proud, confident and it was speaking; to me. For the first time I listened. I listened to Johnny’s message and within it…I heard the voices of the people he sang for. Known as the man in black, Cash wore the protest. “I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless hungry side of town” Cash knew where they came from. He knew of those cast aside as “has beens” and “have nots”…and he was not idle in his protest. He tells us… “Just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought ta be a Man In Black” His message got through to me...powerful and authentic. I understood then, as I do now, that Cash, Johnny, was on our side. Johnny Cash was a singular individual in American history; the timbre of his character echoes throughout. While Johnny personified country music, he will be remembered as a musician that transcended genre. In his body of work he will leave a legacy for all to emulate, inhabit and aspire to. Johnny Cash’s life was a constant struggle between virtue and vice. In the same voice he used to sing for the people, he sang of God and of murder; to do otherwise…would have compromised his integrity. He carried and angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. It was this that allowed access to him as a flawed but honest man. Johnny Cash never went through the motions. He believed in his faith, he believed in his music and he believed in his message. Some people call Johnny Cash a legend; I just call him friend.













