Indulge me…
Sleepy Eyes Nelson – A Bottle of wine at the Bellgrove Hotel
The production retains a scratchy retro feel, but is more punchy this time round. He has an eye for detail and on a few tracks, notably ‘I’m gonna get my Knife’ it really adds to the brooding atmosphere. His playing is top notch too, the aforementioned track giving a nice example of picking a heavy bass and filling in the detail at the same time. I love it when one guy sounds like two! ‘Cheap Wine Blues’ plays this out to great effect, with Sleepy pining ‘I gave the devil all my money, devil all my blues, and my good girl she took my heart’ over the strutting bass notes. It really is quite something to hear this quality of picking and sliding from a hometown boy. There ain’t many guys doing authentic acoustic blues about these parts and it may seem a strange choice but i read an interview in which he commented ‘… most of my numbers are about gambling, death and drinking so i reckon Scotland is the perfect country for the blues. There’s so much sadness here….how many happy people do you see walking round? Scotland knows all about it…’ And to that end he’s right, I suppose what is surprising is the amount of mousy, lightweight twee garbage Scotland has shat out over the years. Certainly, Sleepy’s credo is evident on the final closing tracks, Pinebox Blues and Bellgrove Hotel. The latter in particular is an excellent tune, and does the job of hammering the blues firmly to Glasgow’s creaking door.
I loved that teenage witch….and so did some cool bands
My teenage years were filled with bitterness toward Scotland. Bitter on account of the motherland not providing the kind of opportunities I was certain American teens were enjoying on a daily basis. specifically, the points I felt my life was missing were:
- driving a really cool convertible car
- actually, just driving
- sex
- making my own dream woman from scud books, a sindy doll and a car battery
- being pressured into organising a party when i’m sure no one will turn up.
- reiterating that fear to my friends as i open the front, and being astonished as about 1500 people all say ‘HI!’ at the same time.
- the fact they are all much older than me is neither here nor there
- sex
- having a locker at school
- for hiding stuff in i mean
- staying in a huge detached house in which my bedroom is the converted loft
- or basement
- having some incredibly hot girl, 2-3 years older than me, living across the street
- finding out that girl is in fact a shallow and completely bogus bitch, and that i’d be better off with my geeky female friend
- realising this only when the geek makes herself look like the shallow bitch
- sex
None of this was forthcoming in a country renowned for bad weather, entrenched alcoholism and deep fried foods. And in the days before yer bebo or yer facebook i had to rely on good ole television to brighten my corner. ITV was as shit then as it is now, but they did endear themselves to me by picking up on Sabrina the Teenage Witch featuring Melissa Joan Hart.
Melissa had several qualities which made a puberty struck Ah Fong take notice
- blonde
- supernatural
- liked wearing leather trousers
- and leather skirts
I’ll not go into details on a family site like this, let’s just say the fevered conjouring of MJH’s image kept this scottish boy warm on the freezing summer nights. As did the image of one of her aunts (you know the one) The programme itself was the breezy, preppy feel good kinda show the yanks excel at. But what marked it out for me was that rather than just namedrop a lame reference to popular culture (like Blossom and Pearl Jam. Eeeeew) STTW, as us fans call it, actually had personal appearances. Alright, some of them were shit. But some were amazing. I thought REM had made an appearance but cant find a reference to it, but Violent Femmes were on and even po faced, soap boxing, alt.popsters 10,000 maniacs got in on the act.
So take your pointy judgemental hat off, Mabel and enjoy Sabrina’s arse the bands
p.s what’s MJH up to these days? running a sweet shop. Melissa, we could have done that together. In glasgow. With fried food instead of sweets….
The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers
In the weird and wonderful world of comics (or comix) anyone with a head full of psychedelic music knew that the Silver Surfer and Dr. Strange were actually too passé and sedate, and, well, not real. The truth was elsewhere, in a dingy coldwater flat inhabited by three scruffy drug addled ne’er do wells and their cat. The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers were like folk you met at festivals or whom your big brother went to school with before they dropped out.
Created by Texan Gilbert Shelton in the late sixties, the Freak Brothers were unlike many of the other underground comics around. Unlike the sexually fixated R. Crumb or the pyschelicised Victor Moscosco, there were actually jokes in the strips and you didn’t have to be stoned to enjoy them.
Phineas, Freewheelin’ Franklin and, supreme slob, Freddie Freekowski (aka Fat Freddie) did little except score drugs, get into fixes and lay around. Their cat was smarter than them. As their popularity grew their escapades got longer and more complicated and some of the initial innocence was lost but the jokes remained.
Originally contained in 8 comic books they have been anthologised to death. There has been talk of a movie for several years and there is some footage available if you search for it.
Hooverville’s rockin’ Halloween mix
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Click on the pic, cats and kittens!
bob regan – tarantula
bobby bare – vampire
bracey everett – the lovers curse
the champs – experiment in terror
colin cook – heeby jeebies
jackie cannon – chill bumps
jerry dallman – the bug
ralph nielson & the chancellors – scream
the reekers – dont call me bug face
ronnie dawson – rockin bones
tommy bell – midnite dreams
trini lopez – fever
wild tones – martian band
jackie morningstar – rockin in the graveyard
rod willis – the cat
joe wallace – leopard man
tommy roe – caveman
phantom five – graveyard
round robin – i’m the wolfman
randy luck – i was a teenage caveman
bobby please – the monster
terry teen – the hearse