Can’t really post a shot of ole EP, so here’s one he’d probably get a kick out of! Strip joint meets hair care, sorta, Edinburgh, June 2010. So it’s been 33 years since Elvis pegged it. Poor bugger. Still, folks … Continue reading
The inspiration for Memphian Arthur Lee’s “I Wonder”? Downtown bread factory where Dewey Philips once worked, Memphis, April 2010 So. Yerse. Six months of hijinks I have had. Foreign climes. Superlative gigs. BBQ. Pale ale. The occasional shave, even. So … Continue reading
Insert ‘wait ages for a bus’ comment here (if you like)… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgRMZKwxg4c&feature=player_embedded Those who despair at the likes of Pop Idol and Britain’s Got Talent often talk about ‘the good old days’, when yer average pop star was a true … Continue reading
Forgives me peeps for I has not blogged in many a moon — despite being ‘up to’ masses of stuff over the past six months or so… that comes later, but first a (ahem) current preoccupation… Lookit! The actual inside … Continue reading
Round two of ‘the triple’ (40th, Xmess, NYE) is nearly upon me and it’s finally feeling like a holiday, rather than a trial by ice! Thus far, we’ve had an amplifier blow up, the boiler break down (twice), two nasty … Continue reading
“It’s not that I don’t wanna work, I just hate filling out all the applications. And nobody wants a middle-aged man, On six different kinds of medication.” Greg Cartwright (Medication Blues, 2005) As a somewhat wonky minor cog in the … Continue reading
Memphis film-maker J Michael McCarthy (aka JMM) has just returned from premiering his latest magnum opus, a dystopian, nicotine-fuelled thriller entitled Cigarette Girl – tagline “She’d kill for a smoke” – at the Revelation International Film Festival in Perth, Australia. … Continue reading
I ain’t what you’d term an accomplished guitarist. After 25 years, I don’t even know any scales. Still, even as a southpaw, I’ve continued to play with bands, write songs, etc… As with most things bearing/cursed with an infinite amount … Continue reading
I’d just like to add my thoughts to those so eloquently expressed by my RBP colleague, Kandia Crazy Horse… Sitting here in my dressing gown, having imbibed a quad espresso and a roll-up, put the washing on and slapped another … Continue reading
Think back to two decades ago, and take a mental snapshot of yourself, lurching over your deck in “The Wee, Wee Hours”, mebbe clutching a mixed drink or cheap beer, possibly wearing an “Illegal Smile” – what’s the “gotta, gotta” … Continue reading
I’ve just splurged on a new – well, secondhand – leather jacket. Which means that I’ve fallen in love with this rock’n’roll totem all over again, just as I did upon taking charge of each of the many other, seemingly … Continue reading
After thoroughly enjoying the BBC TV doc about William Eggleston this evening on the old iPlayer (“Imagine – The Colourful Mr Eggleston”), I thought anyone else who saw it may get a kick outta this… Drinking with Bill “Sonic Reducer’s … Continue reading
DIY avoidance in excelsis! Yer author actually doing the dishes! (Pic by Beccy Connell) A week and a half of holiday, at home, left largely to my own devices – so what am I gonna do? Probably a slightly less … Continue reading
Yer author & Hermann, who’s been behaving hisself but could do with more Meek on ‘im… (Photo: Beccy Connell) I’ve long been partial to Joe Meek, thanks to being introduced to such RGM/Meeksville Sound stormers as The Syndicats’ “Crawdaddy Simone” … Continue reading
Gah, had me hands in Hermann’s innards, yet again. Bloody jukebox is playing flipsides intermittently, as part of his bag o’trix, which also includes stopping at the end of rekkids fer no reason (actually, an internal wiring block needs ‘wiggling’), … Continue reading
So, I like a nice pair of slacks, is this the first sign of Meltzer-ish geezerdom? I reckon it might… Preferably, my slacks are drop-loop, Hollywood-style gaberdine cuffed jobbies or Cramerton cloth khakis, with enuff extra waistage to wear as … Continue reading
Ahh, this time four years ago, I was drunk as a skunk at my good friend Tad Pierson’s fishing camp in West Memphis, Arkansas, celebrating my stag night with copious amounts of PBR, home-made chilli, moonshine and a dozen close … Continue reading
“Hits are in baseball, singles are in bars and your royalty lives in a chateau in Europe.” So quoth Memphis-centric, North Mississippi-dwelling maverick Jim Dickinson, whose self-admitted non-career is as good a yardstick to measure your own musical consumption/attitude against … Continue reading
