The KIngfish checks in with new nuggets from Mojo Music down in Australia

It is said that the only two things in life you can count on are death and taxes. Well, that may be true, but I have one more for you: killer blues recommendations from The Kingfish. That's right...the Kingfish is like the "Axis": he knows everything

 
The Kingfish is my very good friend, Nev. Nev owns Mojo Music...a true independent record shop located in Sydney Australia. Here are a few Mojo themed prior posts to put you in-the-know on Nev and the Mojo vibe. 
 
I used to go to Mojo every Friday night for near five years. Nev is a master curator of real-real-gone, down home blues music. Nev knows his blues shit....in all flavors, shapes and sizes. He has deep knowledge of artists, labels, scenes, and sounds. He has turned me on to many, many artists and sounds that I never knew before. I have amassed quite a collection of Nuggets over the years.
 
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My own private collection of Nev's Nuggets
 
 
I used to call all these turn-on's, "Nev's Nuggets". He even dedicated a spot in his newsletter with that moniker (see below). I left Sydney in September 20009. When I left, I gave The Kingfish a chunck on money to use to send periodic instalments to me here in London. 
 
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The latest Mojo Newsletter
 
 
 
I just received the latest and greatest yesterday in the mail. Hey, just because you aren't in your neighborhood doesn't mean you can't support the neighborhood indie record shop.  I haven't been able to put my ear to all of this yet, but at first listen...it is pure Mojo:
 
Jericho Alley Volume 1: Blues In Los Angeles 1956 - 1967 (Check the top three albums for track listings at this link). I'll let The Kingfish describe it in his own words: 
 
"With the 3rd volume just released, this excellent series of compilations provide a fascinating view of the LA RnB scene from 1955 to 1967. Artists featured include Harmonica Slim, Gus Jenkins, King Solomon,Louis Jackson,and plenty more. These comps play really well and are highly recommended for fans of the second tier blues front runners.Tough Guitars, plenty of fine harp blowin', and some killer vocal performances make these packages hard to resist. Jericho Alley is what you buy when you think you have it all."
 
The Animals: "Let it Rock" (Live, 1963): This is a live recording with Sonnyboy Williams blowin' loud on the back half of the album. Check out the pictures below for Nev's handwritten notes on this album. 
 
Magic Sam: "Magic Touch": Unfortunately Brother Sam left us early at 32 due to a heart attack.  He was on the rails towards true legendville and his influence is still felt today. Sam didn't leave a lot of studio material behind, but what he did was the such front-burner material that nothing was left on the table. We blues fans are natural born gold-diggers...treasure seekers...vault sniffers. We look for more juice to squeeze from every piece of fruit we see; squeeze no more. This live set from the Magic Man, Magic Sam is real-deal.
 
The Kingfish also sent me a new Mojo t-shirt hot of the screen press. I'll be wearing mine specifically for my Nuggets listening session. 
Thanks again, Brother Nev.
 
 

 

Ass Sniffers and Record Collectors: Sound Hounds are the purest of breeds

Why is it that when dogs first greet each other that they stick their noses right up the other dog's ass and take a good whiff?  I have two dogs. They are always doing this. 

We're out in the park playing fetch or taking a walk and we run into another dog. Like a fucking thin, red laser beam, my dogs zero in on the other dog's asshole. This is the gut reaction, the centuries old knee-jerk response...dogs are natural born shit sniffers.
 
Yeah, they could smell the other dog's face, they could sniff the other dog's coat, but to really find out what that other dog is all about, to really get a feel for how they roll, they've got to get a good snort of that other dog's shitter. 
 
Record collectors are natural born shit sniffers, too. 
 
That's right. We ain't no dogs, but we are shit sniffers of a high order...evolved, upright, thumbs. I'll admit it, I've sniffed a lot of shit in my days, and I bet you have, too. We can't help it either; it's just what we do.
 
Record collectors. Music lovers. Sound hounds. When we meet people, there is only one way to find out what they are all about and that is to stick our noses as far up the other person's record collection as possible. Case in point...
 
Take my new friend, George. George and I just met recently. I had heard about George through a friend. George has worked in the record / radio industry for a number of years. From what I was told, George knows his music (confirmed). So, when we were introducing ourselves I passed him a link to my record collection that I have stored in an online doc. 
 
What better way for George to know where I am coming from than to have virtual finger flip through my collection. I am my collection. It says a lot about me. I am happy if George, or anyone else, makes their first impression of me based on it. Shit, I have been curating that now for close to twenty-years. As I tell my wife: "sorry baby, but my first love and longest lasting relationship has been with my music". Oh yeah, she loves that one.
 
After he had a look through my list, George said something that made me smile. He said when visiting some one's home for the first time, he heads straight for their record collection (like a thin, red laser beam). I laughed because I do exactly the same thing. Other people don't want you looking  through their fridge, they don't want you pawing through their underwear drawer, but they certainly don't mind if you flip their records.
 
(As George rightly pointed out...not many people have records anymore. Now we have to spin their CD rack, or worse, scroll through their iTunes)
 
George had good things to say about my collection (mustard officially passed). One thing he did notice was the "total lack of any punk". Good eye, George...I am not a punk fan.  He was cool with that (personal taste), but what he could not tolerate was me having no Clash records in my collection at all. 
 
Before I go any further, let me say that my preconceived notions about the Clash and their music was completely misguided. I disobeyed a cardinal rule of one my heroes, Boo Diddley: You can't judge a book by looking at it's cover.
 
I am a blues man. Punk just never resonated with me. As far as I knew, the Clash was punk. I didn't even take the time to validate that judgement. Fuck it, I have Otis Rush and Charley Patton...who needs the Clash. 
 
I stand corrected. There is definitely room in my predominantly 12 bar collection for the Clash. 
 
After getting berated by George for my Clash oversight, I went head first into "London Calling". Yes there is punk in there, but there is so, so much more, too. There's R&B, rock, Bo Diddley's beat, jazzy shit, ska...you name it, its in there. There are rockers, slow ones, aggressive ones and flat out ball-busters. The best thing about it is that it sounds different and not contrived. 
 
The band put themselves and their scene into the sound and what came out was a true and honest representation of who they were at that point in time. Like all true classics, that point in time has the legs to live on forever. 
 
As always, I was interested in the story behind the album. I watched the docco on the making of it: "The Last Testament".  I was hooked after that. I LOVE the back story.  It adds so much depth and richness to the listening experience. Have you seen it? If not, have a go...it is well worth it. 
 
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So, thanks to George's sniffing around my record collection, I am now knee deep in learning about the Clash...and a better man for it. Hopefully I get a change to flip through George's collection when we meet. Who knows, I may be able to turn him on to something that I think he is missing in his collection...? 

We shit sniffers need to stick together. 
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If you haven't looked at my collection before, please do so. I call it Judd's Juke Joint (click that link). I'm always updating it. You can even subscribe to it and get emails on when I feed the dragon and buy new sounds. There are a few tabs at the bottom of it: CDs & Downloads, Vinyl, DVDs and "The Honour Roll". Have a look at all of them.

You'll find a note atop Judd's Juke Joint. It reads: I do not believe in conventional genres. Genres are used to sell records.  I believe in music that is deeply engraved in the background of the music makers; all of of whom are connected by a shared experience that links them inextricably; music with a message and a literal truth.  Everything else is a product of the record labels.

Damn straight.
 
Special note on Judd's Juke Joint: While living in Sydney, Australia, my collection grew not just in numbers but in sheer quality. I owe most all of that to my good mate, Nev...The Kingfish. I've written about Nev many times on The 6149. Nev is the owner and resident keeper of the independent record store chain in Sydney Australia. He taught me more about the blues than I ever could have learned on my own.

Six days of the week you can find him hanging at his shop, Mojo Records, bestowing bits of blues wisdom on bow-down tracks and albums that are ball-tearer's.  Stop in and tell him Judd sent you...
 
Roust on, Kingfish. Long live "Nev's Nuggets"!

"If you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends..." 17th April - Support Record Store Day

In honor of Record Store Day, which occurs this Saturday the 17th April, I am reposting a blog entry that I wrote almost one year ago. 

 
This post was about one of my fave places in all the world..."my" record shop in Sydney Australia, Mojo Music. I wrote this a ffew days before Record Store Day '09. Mojo is a special place, full of special people, sounds and stories...as all good local record shops should be. 
 
I am also linking to a few other record store related posts that I have written in the past:
 
 
 
 
 
 

"If you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends..." (posted 12th April, 2009)

The first record I ever owned as 45 called, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" by the Tokens. I was a young kid of about seven or eight years old and I played that record until the needle wore through its grooves. It was the sweeping falsettos that hooked me.  But what I loved even more was the loping, rhythmic, tribal beat that drove the song. I feel strongly that my love of the blues was spawned from repeated listenings of this infamous song.  One of the other records of my formative-music fan years that used to get a lot of spins was the Best of the Monkees. "Last Train to Clarksville" and "Papa Gene's Blues" were faves.  

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In the movie, Almost Famous, Kate Hudson's "Penny Lane" character said, "If you ever get lonelyyou just go to the record store and visit all your friends".  So true...

This weekend 17 different countries will celebrate Record Store Day.  RSD was created by a handful of record store fans as a "...celebration of the unique culture surrounding over 700 independently owned record stores in the USA, and hundreds of similar stores internationally". Have a look at the website to check out all the happenings.  

I agree with the idea around celebrating the "unique culture" that inhabits the independent record store.  I have a record shop.  It is called Mojo Records and it is located on York St. in downtown Sydney. Mojo, the self-proclaimed "Kings of the Back Catalogue", is more than just a record shop.  It is a place where people are "regulars" on Thursdays and Friday nights. It is a place where people come to share music and stories about music for hours on end. It is a place where a common bond found in music brings together disparate groups of strangers and friends and turns them into "family". And, it is a place where a blues lick can draw you off the street and into the shop and never let you go.

When I first found Mojo, I was walking down York and I heard the unmistakable tremble of Muddy Water's slide action boucing off the buildings on both side of the street. I looked around for the shop and saw that it sat below the street at basement level...subterranean...buried treasure. The front shop window stretched from the footpath up to my waist and ran close to fifteen feet in length. I hovered over it and paced back and forth, all the while staring down at the collection of records, people, cds and posters inside. I was locked in. 

Once inside, I saw a few people leaning on the counter, beers in hands, talking just loud enough so they could hear each other over Muddy's "Long Distance Call". There were a few more people flipping through the record and CD racks.  The owner, Nev, came over to introduce himself to me.  Within 15 minutes, he had me holding five albums, five "bow-down" albums, that were a money back guarantee promise of hidden gem goodness. Nev is a man of his word. 

Fast forward two years later, my wife organised a surprise birthday party in the shop.  I am a Friday regular.  I stop down after work with a couple six-packs of beer (always Cooper's Red) and stay until closing time...which is whenever we decide we want to close up. That particular Friday was my birthday. Little did I know my wife talked with Nev and his right-hand man Uncle Frank and set up the festivities. It was Mojo's first birthday party.  By 6:30pm, the place was packed with twenty odd people listening to music, swapping stories, having a few beers and eating a record shaped cake.  

We kept on until about midnight and when we were just about to leave, Nev called out "one more song"!  Nev put some Jimmy Dawkins on...a dozen songs, a bunch of stories and a few more beers later, we called it a night. Now that's Mojo; happy birthday indeed. 

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Just yesterday I was at Mojo.  I went to see Booker T and the Drive-By Truckers perform last night and needed to get the "feel" going before the gig. Nev and I talked about what we were doing for RSD.  There is going to be a two-piece band and a book signing by a local artist. People are going to start coming by around 3:00pm. Nev is going to have some vinyl specials going.  I already put three aside to get when I go in: Derek & the Dominoes, "Layla", The Allmans, "Live at the Fillmore" and Otis Redding's, "Otis Blue".  My wife gave me a turntable for Christmas and I need to get some vinly and give it a spin. My music collection is 1,300+ albums strong (98% fat free).  I can't replace it all, but I am going to pick out some choice sets worthy of the black stuff.  Have a look at the collection if you like: Judd's Juke Joint.

If you want to see Mojo in person, come on down next Saturday.  It is sure to be a bow-down event. Oh yeah, bring a rack of beer if youlike...Cooper's Red.

p.s. That 45 I was talking about?  I still have it.  My mom framed it for me and gave it to me as a gift a couple years ago. Records don't have to spun on a turn table to tell great stories. 

 

SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL RECORD STORE! BUY VINYL!
 

A 6149 Weekend Jump Start Playlist: The Shim Sham Shimmy (downloads: get 'em while they're hot)

Nothing ruins a good day like a truly bad song. 

 

We've all been there. You're up early, shower, hit the door and walk outside and you are suddenly and spectacularly bathed in the warm glow of brilliant rays of sunshine that seemingly were meant for you and you only. You hop in the car and point the beast towards the office. You are fifteen minutes ahead of your normal schedule and that makes all the difference: no school buses to get stuck behind, no long lines of traffic and rubberneckers and all, the lights, are green.

You get to the office. You get a car spot close to the front door. The Friday morning doughnut tray is still full; you get a jelly and a chocolate glazed. You have no meetings and are all caught up on emails. Today is going to be the start of a great weekend. 

Just as you are kicking your heels up on to the corner of your desk and dunking your doughnut into your coffee, the CEO's executive assistant trots by singing "I think we're alone now", by Tiffany.

Nooooooooo!

You were on borrowed time. You flew too close to the sun. You danced with the devil in the pale moon light. You thought that it was going to be that easy. Think again, brothers and sisters: You've got the "bad song stuck in my head blues".

Oh shit!? Have I now unintentionally given you the bad song blues? What have I done!?! The horror...the horror...

My apologies. Let me make it up to you. It is Friday morning here in London and I am ready for the weekend. Nothing, I mean nothing, kicks off a weekend like a good sung stuck in your head on a Friday. Yesterday I woke up with a great song stuck in my head, "Train" by Buddy Miles (its in the playlist). That song has been the tiger in my tank for the last 24 hours. I thought I would pull together a playlist of other bow-down tracks, buried treasure and good timer's and share it with you. 

I have uploaded them here. You can cherry pick the list to download or go for the all you can eat buffet. This mix has range and...keeping in the true 6149 style...it hits that sweet-spot "Cosmic American Music" (thanks GP) blues, soul, country concoction that I love so much. Hopefully you will enjoy the mix and find new sounds that you can trace back to the roots (where it came from) or pick the fruit off it's vine (who's copping the sound in "new" music today).

By the way, I woke up with "Sarah's Smile" from Hall & Oates in my head today. Not sure why, but I played it three times before 7:30 am today.

Today's Weekend Jump Start Playlist is called: The Shim Sham Shimmy

Shim Sham Shimmy - Champion Jack Dupree
I was turned on to this song by my good friend, "The Kingfish". The Kingfish owns Mojo Music, located in Sydney Australia. The Kingfish knows his blues better than anyone I have ever met. He always knows what songs to move from the back burner up to the front burner. This is a front-burner, high heat track from start to finish. 

Wham!  - Lonnie Mack
Lonnie Mack is one of those guys that plays like a legend but doesn't get lumped in with that crowd. Maybe it is because he peaked to early. If that is the case, we're talking Kilemman-fucking-jaro peaks. Wham! is a stone cold monster. 

White Lightning - George Jones
What would a weekend playlist be without a song about drinking from George Jones. Actually, what would would a song from George Jones be without it being about drinking...a Conway Twitty song, that's what. This is drinking from an old boot goodness. The lyrics are down right, down home...

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still
We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin'
Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'

Leaping Christine - John Mayall & Blues Breakers
John Mayall should have called his band, "Runway" and not The Bluesbreakers. He was the runway where the guitar hero careers of Eric Clapton, Peter Green and Mick Taylor took off from. This tune here has some hair on it and most of it is on the harp.

Train  - Buddy Miles
Buddy Fucking Mile. The Funk-Rock master of the 1970's Buddy laid the groove for the entire 70's sound scape. The Kingfish dragged me down deeper into the Buddy Groove than I had been before. Thanks again, Kingfish. This song is a stone cold mutha. From the get-go the song is drenched in drama. 

Motherless Children - Eric Clapton (live w/Derek Trucks 2009)
When I was in college, I first heard this song. It was around 1991 and I hadn't yet turned from music fan to freak. Of course I had heard the slide guitar sound, but I didn't know slide guitar until I heard this Clapton song on his 461 Ocean Drive album. I remember where I was when I heard this and how knocked out I was over it. It is not a great song, but that slide blew my mind. I started going back and finding out where he got that from and who else had it: the Delta, Muddy, Elmore, Duane, Ronnie Wood (and now Derek Trucks). Every time I hear this song  I get excited about exploring music. This is a live version from his 2009 tour. He's in good form. 

Scared - John Lennon 
There are two artists I wish were still alive making music today: Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon. There is so much "what if" with them. Who knows what they would have done. I am not a Beatles fan, but I am a big John Lennon fan. His work is so honest, open and raw. This song is no different. You always feel like there is a truth that Lennon is singing about...as if he might have been scared that morning and had to write about it. The bridge in this song is the best part. By the way, Ringo Star told me about this on his iTunes Celebrity Playlist Podcast. He talked so glowingly about Lennon that I had to go and get it...glad I did. 

Jamaica, Say You Will - The Byrds (Live 1971)
I always loved this Jackson Browne tune. I had no idea that the Byrds covered it. This is Clarence White on lead vox from the Byrds Live at the Royal Albert Hall 1971 album. He played on the original from Jackson, too. His vocal is comforting. 

Amoreena - Elton John (Live 1970)
Say what you will about him now, but he was in the pocket in the early '70's. My fave album, Tumbleweed Connection, has this tune on it. I always thought it sounded "thick"...mostly because of the vocal. I got this live version from Wolfgang's Vault. It is just Elton, drums and bass. It is live, raw and a great job of storytelling.

My Mind is Ramblin' - The Black Keys
The Keys cover the songs of Junior Kimbrough on their "Chulahoma" album. They nail this song. They take Junior's fragile blues melody and put some meat on it's bone.

RL Burnside - 2 Live Wrecking Crew
R.L. Burnside's grandson, Cedric slams the skins and sings this tribute to "Big Daddy". This was one of my fave albums of 2009. It is nothing new, but it feels fresh. It feels like these guys are enjoying what they are doing. Don't pay attention to the lyrics on the album, just listen to two guys wearing their influences and enjoying trying to find their sound.

I miss R.L. Burnside.

Don't Cry No More - Bobby Blue Bland
Please listen to more Bobby "Blue" Bland. When he is on, his vocals can't be touched by anyone. He's on here.

Mellow Down Easy - Little Walter (Live)
Live Walter...wailing harp...he's giving it here.

I Got All You Need - Koko Taylor
The female Howlin' Wolf. She wails here. If she truly has all I need, after hearing this song, I want everything she's got. Eeeeeh doggeeee...

Ring of Fire - Ray Charles
I posted a vid of Ray Charles doing this on the Johnny Cash TV show. This is true genius. When someone can take a legendary song, a song so defined by sound, style and artist and turn it into something entirely different and equally good...it is a remarkable feat. I love this version as much as I love Cash's original (almost ;)

Pour Your Love on Me - Delaney & Bonnie
Delaney & Bonnie recorded an album at Stax Records called, "Home". When I heard about it, being a massive Stax fan, I was excited to put my ears to it. I was not disappointed. It does sound like Delaney & Bonnie went home to get their engine checked. Backed by Booker T. & The MGs and Mar-Keys, they are firing on all cylinders. A great song from a soul-fun album.

Mojo Boogie - Big Mojo Elam
I have this song on here because of the "sound" and the label it was released on, "Storyville". I have another post coming soon on Storyville that talks about the "sound" here. In the meantime, enjoy this bluesy boogie from a road warrior. 

Country Girl - Buddy Guy & Junior wells (Live)
This just felt right here. As a matter of cold hard fact, Buddy & Junior feel right anytime.

Already Free - Derek Trucks band (Live)
Derek Trucks towers above all other six-string-slingers today. He is operating on another level entirely. It is not so much style, but substance. His playing represents his person more than anyone else playing right now. I am continually amazed at what he is doing, but more so, the class and humility he does it with. We haven't heard the best from this master yet. This is a live version of the title track off of my fave album of 2009.

Man of the World - Peter Green
 Ah, Peter Green. A casualty of war. This song isn't about guitar pyrotechnics as much as it is about spilt guts. It is touching, heartbreaking and endearing. 

 

Hopefully one of those songs gets stuck in your head this weekend. If you have a head-case song for me, serve it up...

The Devil Made Me Do it ("big-box record stores are such a drag...")

As a rule, I can't stand giving my money to the big-box record store chains. There is no feel there, no personality and certainly no charm. Its all profits and loss and debits and credits. This is not to say that our independent record store friends aren't in the game to make some bread...they are. It is just that these guys aren't afraid to leave a little blood on the tracks. 

When I was living in Sydney Australia, I only bought my music from one shop and one shop only...Mojo Music (see pic for a snap of the shop).  The owner (I calls him The Kingfish) runs a bow-down operation. Check out this post to learn a bit about the most down-right, damn-straight, hot shit record shop south of the sun: "If you ever get lonely, you go to the record shop and visit all of your friends...".

All that being said...I'm a fucking rat-fink.  I went to the dark-side the other day...the HMV on Oxford St. in London. I wanted to pick up the latest/last release from my ol' pal Johnny Cash.  I figured I would pick this up in a quick dash and grab to get a new release. Usually I love to hunt for buried treasure only found in used vinyl shop.  Anyhow, this newbie is the last in the American Recording series from Rick Rubin & Johnny: "American Recordings VI: Ain't No Grave".  It is a stellar swan-gsong from a lost legend. This record is still riding towards the setting sun...I miss Johnny Cash. 

I went down the bottom floor of the HMV and saw two things that knocked me out: a full on dedicated display to ACE Records and a country music section that was, well, a country-mile wide. 

ACE Records' HQ is here in London, so I wasn't surprised to see the display...but sho' nuff if it didn't look impressive.  

I found me a blue ribbon prize in the country section, too...black gold.  I picked up my fave Willie Nelson album...on a shinny new piece of vinyl, no less.  This is my favorite Willie period. During this time he made the records he wanted and had a full-on, all-out ball doing it with his Family Band. 

Here are three ditties from Ol' Willie from that chestnut of an album: "Shotgun Willie", "Devil in a Sleepin' Bag" & "Stay All Night".  The last song is a live version of the song...listen to Willie riff on Trigger (that's his trusty old guitar for those of you who don't know). 

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p.s. Hey Kingfish...sorry about going into HMV.  It won't happen again...

     
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"It Might Get LOUD" (it damn well better be)

I just scored tix to see the UK premier of "It Might Get Loud".  It is going to be at the, star-studded, mind you, Hammersmith Apollo on the 15th December

Do you know of it?  It is a documentary about three guitar players from three generation and three very different backgrounds. Maybe you heard of these guys: Jimmy Page, The Edge & Jack White. The scene is set for these three gun slingers to meet on an empty sound stage, start talking about their own story about how got into the guitar and then, [cue the spontaneity] hopefully a three-pronged jam will breakout.

Here is the trailer:

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I like rock documentaries much better than I like straight-up rock concert films. I want to learn something when I watch music. I love the stories behind songs and albums and artists. I sued to love the Behind the Music series on VH1. Even when they had an artist on I didn't particularly like, I still watched for the story.  Too bad it got drunk on hubris. I kept watching until I could no longer stand to see its show formula dry hump the legs of the performers until it turned into a parody of its former self.

Rock-Docco best done by someone who is passionate about the subject. Taylor Hackford is a great rock-docco/film director. He did Hail! Hail! Rock and Roll, the biting look the life and (fucked up) times of Chuck Berry.  He did his best to make a glory film about Chuck even thought Chuck gave him a shit fight of a time. The deluxe version has loads of great interviews with rock and blues legends.  

There is a GREAT interview with a very, very drunk...absolutely shitfaced...Jerry Lee Lewis on the deluxe version that is worth the extra bread (couldn't find it anywhere on the web).

Scorsese is another one. While I didn't really like all that he did with his latest on the Stones ("Shine a Light"), he has done some damn good work, a la The Last Waltz" and  the Bob Dylan docco, "No Direction Home".

If you want to see a PHENOMENAL music documentary, watch "Respect Yourself: The Story of Stax Records" RIGHT NOW! If you don't fall in love with this, you have no soul. Here is a promo clip for it.  When I saw Steve Cropper & Duck Dunn (remaining MGs) in Sydney two years ago, they played this clip from the movie before the show. The MGs were opening for this young Aussie wanker-pop-star. He went to Memphis to blood suck the soul music legacy to supplement his lack of creative song-writing talent. Cropper produced his album and was supporting it on this punk's Aussie tour. 

I guess you know who I was there to see.

They showed this to make sure the Aussie audience knew that they knew just who the hell was up there...MUSIC LEGENDS. My old buddy Nev, owner of Mojo Music in Sydney, used to say about Cropper (one of his heroes): "Steve Cropper...never played a bumb note in his life. Agreed, Nev.

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Here is a list of all of my music DVDs. You'll see that the majority of them are rock-doccos:

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London Music Shops: The Search for The Sounds & The Scene

For the past four years I have spent close to every Friday night at my fave local Sydney Australia record shop, Mojo Music.  At Mojo they serve up "The Best of the Fringe and All of the Backbone".

I have written many posts about that joint and why I loved it so much.  It is unlike any retail shop that you will walk into.  Have a read of any of these links below if you haven't been keeping up with the Mojo happenings on The 6149.
Images from the Mojo Scene


Now that I moved to London I need a new place to talk, listen and buy music. But where am I going to find a shop that has an owner who cares so much about keeping The Feel alive?  It wasn't just about buying music.  No, it was about experiencing it in the shop with like minded musicheads in a place where you could throw back a dozen beers and that felt like you were in your own living room. Tough...impossible?...act to follow.
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London has a lot to offer in the way of a record shop vibe. Which London record shop has the right combination of Sounds & Scene to fill the Mojo void left behind...? I aim to search high and low to find the right shop for me. 

This list has no room on it for the big chain stores. This list is as much about feel as it is sound. Chain stores don't have The Feel. Independent music stores do. This list is all about the independent shops.

This is a map of suggested independent record shops throughout London (new & used). I'm going to hit the trail and find the right one to make my music nerve centre. If any 6149 readers know of any other London record shops that are not on this list that should be, drop a comment in the box and I will add it on.  Likewise, if you have any firsthand thoughts on any of the shops on the list, hit the box with a few words.

I reckon that the first shop I walk into and has the Bo Diddley beat playing is an automatic winner...

Go to the map in your browser for a closer look. You can get shop info and links to their sites.

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Pull the needle off the record: Last images of Mojo

Left Mojo last night around 11:30pm. Sad to leave. Mojo Music is a special place owned and run by a man dedicated to the music and to keeping The Feel alive and well.  If you ever go to Sydney, you need to stop by Mojo.  Tell 'em Judd sent you...

Thanks Kingfish.  Thanks Uncle Frank. Thanks to all the regulars...you know who you are.

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Front Burner Alert: More Vinyl straight from Heart of the Beast

Went to Mojo today.  Walked out with choice cuts under my arm...
  • Rolling Stones: Out of Our Heads & England's Newest Hit Makers (Keef's guitar hand was HUNGRY at this stage.  I think he sounds more like BB King every day now...like a horn...a trumpet...like the Memphis Horns. Keef Richards has turned in to the Memphis Horns and I love it).
  • Aretha Franklin: Aretha Arrives (her voice was down right, down right on this one.  The Willie Nelson cover makes you want to take her home)
  • Beach Boys: Surf's Up (this is one intense album.  So damn good. I'm blown away by how cool this is.  The cover of the album is a sure sign this thing ain't sunbeams and white caps)
  • Townes Van Zandt: Live at the Old Quarter (brilliant lamenting on this one)
  • Sonny Clark: Cool Struttin' (The Kingfish recc'd this one.  It's a front burner fo' sho')
  • Hendrix: Axis: Bold as Love (my fave Hendrix..."Just ask the Axis.  He knows everything")
  • Steely Dan: Aja (this one is Lefsetz's fault)
Judd's Juke Joint: Open for Biz'ness

       
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