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  1. Recently I spent an hour watching videos by The Byrds on youtube. Surprisingly and IMHO the bands stage presence was lacking. More than one of them enjoy making goofy (smug??) faces at the camera. I love that Rickenbacker guitar sound and McGuinns voice, but McGuinn in particular is just disturbing to watch.

  2. A business friend of Michael's released some unseen photos of the three children. At least now they won't have to wear masks out in public. They all had these odd vacant looks, like they grew up on a polygamist compound in Utah. Weird that they aren't even Michael's blood, but they are going to be swimming in his money. I'm sure they will write a book one day about what it was like to live with Michael.

  3. Firstly, nobody forced anybody to come here. You read the title, make a decision whether you want to view the posts or NOT. We are all mature. Second, when somebody dies, whether you know them or not, I think most people reflect on the deceased life - the good, the bad, etc. Yes we like to remember them in a positive sense. But we are all flawed. I'm not looking to bad mouth Michael. I just acknowledge his flaws and wished he could have lived a more spiritual life.

  4. It hit me like a ton of bricks today at work. I arrived early with my co-worker for a meeting with our boss and some other higher ups. We started chatting about our Michael memories and I broke down and started crying. I remember watching the Jackson Five television special and their appearances on all the variety shows of the day. I was able to gain my composure as our boss entered the meeting room. My eyes were all red, but I didn't care. I think it was all building up inside me. Good-bye Michael.

  5. This topic will die a slow death. If a typical Led Zeppelin fan approves of the boorish behavior of the members of Zeppelin during their heyday, what makes you think they would disapprove of any of the questionable behavior of Michael. I'm old enough to have experienced the birth of his career in the 60's with the Jackson 5. Musically an incredible talent, but Michael really blew it with all the nonsense that swirled around him. It didn't have to be that way.

  6. Have these type of shows become the modern day equivalent of say the Inkspots and other artists touring solely for the purpose of nostalgia, especially since there's no new music involved? On the one hand I wouldn't mind seeing Bad Company (and even the Doobie Brothers) but I think it would have been much better to have seen both in their prime. Not that both aren't still good now but back when they were releasing new material during their respective heydays. For the Doobies, that would be the years without Michael McDonald.

    Agreed on all accounts. I'm just so sick of it all. I'm like so done going to concerts. I've lost all interest.

  7. Finally, somebody posts an interesting topic on what has become a boring chat board. Anyway, I love Manowar, especially Ross the Boss who made his name in The Dictators. What a great idea too, 16 versions all in a different language. I've been to Dubrovnik, a walled city with many attractive women. Sounds like heaven.

  8. This is a good topic. Good one about the Dead Jahfin.

    I'll give one for now......back in the mid 90's Ray Davies performed about 15 shows at the Westbeth Theater in the West Village, NYC. It was Ray and a guitar player at this very small theater. I bought a ticket at the last minute for show #14 and sat in the last row. Before the show I was chatting with a Kinks freak in the row in front of me. This guy attended EVERY show at the Westbeth and gave me a Kinks bumper sticker and a newsletter he published. Anyway, the show starts and it was fantastic. The Kinks play a song called the Banana Boat Song a.k.a. Day-O, a popular folk song. It starts off with Ray singing loudly...DAY-O, DAYAAAY-O and then a long pause and then softly "Daylight come and I want to go home". Ray started the song at the Westbeth, and after the pause (and the rest of the audience in DEAD silence) I sang out loud "Daylight come and I want to go home". Ray made a joke, the place went nuts and the Kinks freak was giving me high-fives. I'd love to get a bootleg of that show.

  9. This week I'm nominating Jeffrey Hammond-Hammond. Real name Jeffrey Hammond. Jeffrey and his artistic nature added a circus element to many of those early-mid 70's Tull concerts.

    Jethro Tull bassist from 1971 to 1976, Jeffrey was not really a bass player, but more of a dear childhood friend of Ian Anderson's. Before Jeffrey was in the band, there were three songs with his name in the title, A Song For Jeffrey, Jeffrey Goes to Leicester Square and For Michael Collins, Jeffrey and Me. (Michael Collins the astronaut, while he orbited the Moon, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin performed the first manned landing on the lunar surface.)


    Jeffrey Hammond in his own words.


    This journey begins on July 30th,1946, in the holiday seaside town of Blackpool, England.

    My first feelings are those of happiness and security: of uneventful and untroubled early years, remarkably unaffected by the fact that a world war had just ended.

    Street games, beach games, setting up a puppet theatre for other children in the neighbourhood, writing a murder mystery play and recording it on an ancient, but then state of the art Grundig reel to reel tape recorder. Falling in love for the first time with beautiful, freckled, red-haired Karen. An awakening to beauty: the sensuous innocence of Doris Day's voice, the power and expression of David Oistrakh playing the Brahms Violin Concerto, the cleavage of Jane Russell writ large on the cinema screen, the anarchic humour of Spike Milligan and Peter Sellers, the phrasing of Frank Sinatra, the salt air and stormy seas of Blackpool's promenade in winter and the endless, warm summer days during haymaking on a relative's farm in county Durham.

    Then on to Grammar school and three or four years of being semi-studious before the inevitable mid-teens intrusion of sarcasm, cynicism and dubious wit reared their ugly but amusing heads. A loss of some innocence, compensated for by the discovery of things artistic and in particular the diversity of music. This, accompanied by the self-awareness of a strong personal vision, tempered by the frustration of having no apparent way to realise its expression.

    Meeting Ian Anderson in the opening term days of 6th Modern I, in September 1963, at Blackpool Grammar which lead to the prospect of first crossing that line which divides the entertained from the entertainer: the first stumbling steps along the creative path. Us, both, joining John Evans and Barrie Barlow in the inception of our first pop-music group, The Blades, together with many warm memories of friendships, Youth Clubs, utility vans, girlfriends, John's mother's home, the Top Ten Coffee Bar, and innumerable gigs in dark, Satanic, northern mill towns.

    Studying Art at grammar school had become a serious option leading to the dilemma of confronting the signpost which asked: Art or Music? The apprenticeship for Art held the stronger pull and, somehow, seemed more adventurous. And so, to a Pre-Diploma Foundation course at the Blackpool College of Art, followed by three years of studying Painting at the Central School Of Art, London.

    There, the renewal of old friendships with Ian and John, both of whom had moved south and, soon after, to meet a Persian princess, Mahnaz, my future wife. The chance to see the embryonic Jethro Tull at the Marquee Club and other venues around London. More utility vans: art student by day, number one groupie by night.

    Another signpost loomed: a post-graduate course at the Royal Academy Schools, but strange powers-that-be decided on another direction. Flashing lights around a Christmas tree illuminated the poorly-wrapped Framus bass guitar and Vox AC 30 bass amplifier, which announced the vacant post of bassist with the increasingly successful Tull.

    Wide-eyed but technically ignorant as far as music was concerned, I took, not the considered turn, but the fateful plunge into five years of musical diversion. All of this period is well documented elsewhere, from the recording of "Aqualung" through to 1975's "Minstrel in the Gallery", when the unavoidable road signs seemed to read, "Remember your personal vision".

    A move to the rural solitude of Gloucestershire followed, leaving behind the world of huge and usually adoring audiences, thrills, spills, and temporarily, the friendships forged in those heady days. This was a change of lifestyle to one much slower and contemplative, and one which offered the time and space for the beginnings of inner search. Work on myself, the house, the garden and family life were soon graced by the arrival of an extraordinary son, Edward.

    Amidst much soul-searching and struggling, the solid foundations of the next years were built. Paintings were produced, the pace quickened and a sense of direction was fixed and understood. Years of relative solitude gave way to the re-establishment of many old friendships and acquaintances, together with the opening up to the breadth of other cultural influences.

    After all this time, I have still that deep sense of personal vision which has led to the accumulation of well over a hundred paintings, produced over twenty years of working life ----- the humble beginnings of a real spiritual journey ----- indeed, THE START OF A JOURNEY which, hopefully, will quite soon be brought to a wider audience.

    Jeffrey Hammond,

    December, 1998.

  10. I experienced a musical rebirth this week. You see, I own this EP by 10,000 Maniacs containing a song called "Let the Mystery Be". I've always loved the song, but never really researched it or anything. Recently on XM radio I heard the original version by Iris Dement. Oh my, she is awesome. You can also hear her sing this on youtube.

    Everybody's wonderin' what and where they all came from.

    Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done.

    But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me.

    I think I'll just let the mystery be.

    Some say once you're gone you're gone forever, and some say you're gonna come back.

    Some say you rest in the arms of the Saviour if in sinful ways you lack.

    Some say that they're comin' back in a garden, bunch of carrots and little sweet peas.

    I think I'll just let the mystery be.

    Everybody's wonderin' what and where they all came from.

    Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done.

    But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me.

    I think I'll just let the mystery be.

    Instrumental break.

    Some say they're goin' to a place called Glory and I ain't saying it ain't a fact.

    But I've heard that I'm on the road to purgatory and I don't like the sound of that.

    Well, I believe in love and I live my life accordingly.

    But I choose to let the mystery be.

    Everybody's wonderin' what and where they all came from.

    Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done.

    But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me.

    I think I'll just let the mystery be.

    I think I'll just let the mystery be.

  11. Can somebody explain to me HOW that show is allowed on TV? The guy is pulling the wool over countless peoples eye's. Plus he gets to make-out and who knows what else with a group of strippers, porn stars and a collection of other types of wannabe's, in front of each other. It's just freaking mind boggling. Brett comes across as being a real worm and the women not too much better.

  12. I've always enjoyed the folks playing in the background, off to the side doing their thing, etc, etc. I'll start off with an odd pick....Marcy Levy. One of two female background singers (the other being Yvonne Elliman of Jesus Christ Superstar fame) employed by Eric Clapton during the 70's. Not only did Marcy have a great voice, she contributed some great songwriting to Eric's LP's. Marcy was also in Shakespears Sister in the early 90's with one of the Bananarama singers.

    This song is dedicated to dzldoc....

  13. Although I prefer The Del Lords early 80's ramped up version, this is Bruce's rendition of a song written after the crash of 1929. Bruce added some verses, as did The Del Lords. Great tune.

  14. Why don't you and the rest of the "perfect people" do the same. I honestly could give a flying monkey if you think I'm a bigot or not. I know I'm not. Also, I called my GAY friend in CA to tell them about this and he laughed at you guys. "Like I'm sure they never have made fun of someone in their lives" is what he basically said. Get over it clowns. So go ahead and FLAME ON (all puns intended).

    P.S. To the more open-minded people on here...rock on!

    From the standpoint that you are not being understood, you have my sympathy.

  15. It's not the point you're making that's the problem, but the attitude with which you're expressing it. I think you're making too big a deal out of this, not ninelives (who is a she, incidentally). The advice (especially Dzldoc's tutorial) in itself is welcome. No need to insult others over something this minor, however.

    How did I insult her? I merely pointed out it was typical behavior for somebody learning new computer skills. Jesus Crackers.

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