Editor's note: a combination of things leads me to post this LP on the normally 80s and beyond designated day: a backlog of records that need to be taken from the "record pile" to the storage piles, a lack of 80s and beyond records and some sensible ideal in my head that I should post the stuff I have first before running out to buy stuff for a record blog. I think I will continue on this path for a month or two and the categories might suffer for it. Boo hoo.
On to the record! This is a more reflective George Wright than I am accustomed to from the space age looking and jamming record of his that I posted last year. If you wish to know what all this tibia and vox talk is all about then read the back cover for the technical jargon, I'm just the usher here. Now please take your seats and keep your pie holes shut until the maestro is done performing. More George Wright to come in the next few weeks as I ran into a few recordings of his recently.
Editor's note: some of these songs are great for children but others are just plain odd selections. I mean nothing excites a kindergarten class like a song about Jesus and Hanukkah! Also, a few of the songs sing too pensive for such young children and almost depressing. Maybe us adults have become as soft as the kids of today because I think that these songs would be effective with 4 year olds and not much older than that. Maybe I should try it out with my 2 1/2 year old before making any proclamations. Bah, what fun would that be?
Editor's note: you know what I liked about old cartoons and children's books? They weren't made for idiots! I suspect that it's more a symptom of the writers, editors and producers and not so much the aptitude of children today. After all, you can only watch what's being shown and many kids like the old cartoons just as well. This is a good story. Today it's about bawdy humor and utter nonsense. That's usually something I'm all about just not for little kids. All right the sermon is over.
Editor's note: sometimes he's funky, other times new wave, country, folksy and a potpourri of other styles but mostly he's lightheartedly Christian and proud of it. Not unlike many Christian albums in message, tone and quality but with a great minimalist cover it had to be included here. I also like the dove's vantage point on the back sleeve. It kinda looks like he is a bit timid to come down and embrace humanity and is just floating there waiting for a reason to not just get back to the better scenario of being one with his birdness.
Editor's note: according to the Third Island blog this album was also recorded in stereo with entirely different versions of these fine songs. I have only heard about three of four of these percussion type albums and all have been brilliant. A good mix of Latin selections with standard American fare mixed in for a well-rounded meal of mixed pleasures. The sound seems exemplary to me as well as many of the Hi-Fi LPs do. Remind me not to hold onto these percussers for 6 mos. before posting!
Editor's note: Alex lays it all out here: love, loss, disappointment, sorrow, etc. Just as any decent folk album will do. 1970s colloquialisms like mama make their way into it as well. Imagine calling your significant other "mama" these days. They'd prolly spank you and send you to bed earlier than they already do. So, let loose your inner hippy and call your mama by her first name, your best pal "cool cat" and the little lady "mama". Hell, maybe you can even sit Indian style and smoke a bowl afterwards.
Editor's note: do you feel seduced by the sugarwater bint on the cover? I think she's telling you that it's time for your soma sir. She reminds me a lot of an ex-girlfriend who went a little crazy. Like real crazy and cheated like 5 times before I finally told her to go away. She did so only after throwing all of my plants onto the sidewalk outside my apartment. The funny thing is that a buddy of mine and I walked up to the door of the building that I never used and after seeing them lying there, I quipped, "What kind of fucking idiot smashes plants on the sidewalk and leaves them?" Need I say more? After I finally wrested the keys from her some weeks later she only came back around a few other times before I moved to Vegas and made my final escape. I saw her once at a store and ducked down behind some candy until she had cleared the area. I then saw a picture of her online on a cruise ship with her chest patties hanging out. 10 years has not been kind to her or I! Oh yeah, the record is a cure for insomnia despite the temptress notions it offers up.
Editor's note: feel like going outside today but you're too lazy to get your ass up off the couch? Sick of the hubbub of urban sprawl? Are you tired of man and his pratfalls? Well, here's the solution: nature brought to your ears by the good folk over at Recordo Obscura via the internet and old trusty vinyl. What nature sounds like today it will most likely sound very similar tomorrow and a 1,000 years from now. That's not so easy to say about hookers and henchman is it?
Editor's note: I was never a fan of Steinbeck's works before hearing this LP and still am not. However, I do like this record. A lot. He comes across as a wry, albeit flatter version of Hemingway without much flowery language. The reading starts off a little clunky as well but he eventually eases into a storyteller voice and it becomes more natural. The stories themselves are a bit open-ended and have no overt meaning other than as portraits of interesting characters. I like that. I hate most novels for the very reason that many are written: to explicate a common theme or purpose. As Nietzsche said, and I paraphrase very loosely because I'm too lazy to find the exact quote, "I wish to write in a paragraph what most writers take a book to say." Steinbeck has done just that except he hasn't really said anything. That's good because I'm in the grand business of gibberish.
Also, I don't know when this was recorded but Steinbeck died nearly 20 years before it was released so I'm guessing sometime in the middle 1950s or so.
Editor's note: 3 parts novelty, 2 parts scratchy as hell and 1 part obscura. I was going to wait to post this at Halloween so some sci-fi seeker could drop in and think he found the find of the century only to hear what sounds like sound recorded into the hardscrabbled clay of the Earth and given speakers. Yeah, it sounds kinda rough because it is. So is the coming New World Order but I don't hear any of you ninnies bitching about that.
Editor's note: I don't know if it's the studio makeup for the picture shoot or what but Jimmy doesn't look well here. Then again when you go back and watch older movies it's surprising how bad they look in relation to today's technology. Well, I did a google search on him and he was beating cancer around this time so it's no wonder he looks ill! He's still kicking around too and preaching the word! While this album won't beat cancer it will lift your spirits if you're into the gospel.
Editor's note: this record proves that Mexican orchestra was just as boring as American orchestra was back in the late 1950s. Of course this is put out on RCA so you kind of expect such a recording. People obviously liked it well enough and the music fits the sentiment of the cover photograph: sappy sweet. Oh well, still a solid cover and fine music for putting you to sleep in a hurry.
Editor's note: Gerald Smith is a madman! And a pretty good musician as well. With every other song about ducks or love you'd have to think that he was a conflicted man. Should he loves ducks or women? Why must a man choose between two such passions? Anyhow, the duck songs all feature some homemade sounding artificial duck quack (it doesn't sound like any duck caller that I've heard; which would be about 2 total!) that seems to be a country boy's attempt at rappin'. I kinda like the novelty of it. Maybe I'l get me some duck lips to make the experience even more real.
Editor's note: there's no thump-dee thump-dee back beat driving this one as there is with Dorothy's Harp. Nope, this is dinner music with a small orchestra and a harp player who chimes in as part of the polite society conversation. I guess that is standard fare for Billy May though. He always promises a rollicking time but his definition of a bash is a little different than say TED NUGENT! If any of you mofos don't want to get a little bit mellow here with Billy May then you can turn around and get the @#*$ outta here!
Editor's note: I'm starting to believe that the only difference between the Polish and Irish is that the latter have better looking hats. Think about it...the jig and polka are pretty similar, both cultures imbibe way too much in the spirits, have bad music (save for Chopin), play second fiddle to a superpower, are provoked to senseless anger and pretty much are goofy as all hell. Seeing as I'm half Polish and everybody who is white in America claims an Irish heritage we can see why I turned out as I did. The music on this record is standard fare but the echoing vocals make this sound older than 50 years old but doesn't make it any less enjoyable and actually makes it as good as it is.
Editor's note: wow, this starts out like a bad soap opera, turns into a humble-headed Max Headroom soliloquy, flips to a Suessian Word-Poem, segues between all the aforementioned and then ends because it has to BECAUSE TIME IS MONEY. Too bad Paul sells himself short in the time-is-money theory even if the setting is 1961. If time is in fact money shouldn't you expect a million dollars per quarter hour, Paul? PAUL? Oh yeah, Paul's time here on the record has expired so his money and mantra are silenced. Such is the way of all humanity.
I came across this record on a few blogs and managed to track down some audio from WFMU's site. I would love to hear more from this honky-tonkin' caterwaulin' queen. Listen to the tracks below and I think you will too!