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		<title>A Dodgy Day for the Beatles</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div class="format_text entry-content" webReader="224.144873767"><p>I never met the Beatles.</p><p>They released their first single 50 years ago in the UK on October 5, 1962, “Love Me Do” and “P.S. I Love <a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Love_Me_Do.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-138" title="Love_Me_Do" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Love_Me_Do-300x298.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="298" /></a>You” on the flip side. It went to number 17 on the British charts and was later released in the US. All my girlfriends in high school loved the Beatles from the start and we got our first glimpse of them in Life magazine and were blown away by the moptops!</p><p>Because I never got to meet the Beatles this is another “Six Degrees” story, although I did get within a few feet of them. Here’s what happened: My older brother was in his third year of studies at the University of Southern California in preparation for Dental School and then Oral Surgery specialty. He and his best friend, Jimmy Christ, worked at Disneyland during the summer and one of their friends mentioned that they had heard a security firm was looking for young men to guard the Rolling Stones at their Hollywood Bowl appearance on July 25, 1966. They signed up and were instant rent-a-cops.</p><p>After that job, the supervisor at the security firm was looking for guards for an even bigger job: guarding the Beatles. Only a week before John Lennon had made his infamous comment, “the Beatles are more popular than Jesus,” so the supervisor was skimming the list of new part timers and came across my brother and Jim’s names: Jim Christ (pronounced krist, but looks likes Jesus Christ) and Jack Moses. He called their supervisor at Disneyland to speak to them immediately and he told them he needed them right away. On August 24th they were told to be at the iconic round building that looked like a stack of records, Capitol Records in Hollywood. They went to their posts and were suddenly in front of a throng of reporters and photographers as they flanked each side of the four podiums on stage. The Beatles were introduced and they sat on stools, left to right, George, Paul, John and Ringo. Jim was to George’s right, Jack was to Ringo’s left.</p><p>I attended the press conference for Tiger Beat and made sure I was in my seat early, a seat in the front row, just 3 feet from the podiums. Because John’s quote about Jesus was still so fresh, he was hammered at every press conference and interview as they went about their summer tour. I didn’t have the opportunity to ask any questions, as the conference was dominated by male reporters, mostly from TV and radio stations. You can watch the You Tube video of the conference:</p><p><span style="color: #0000ff;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8MgItRRaTo"><span style="color: #0000ff;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8MgItRRaTo</span></a></span></p><p>I was enthralled to be so close to the Beatles. This was one of those times when I was more a fan than a professional, because, after all, this was the Beatles! But while I was disappointed that I didn’t get to ask a question, at one point when John Lennon was trying for the umpteenth time to explain why he had said what he said, Paul McCartney looked over at me and winked! That was more precious to me than having my reporters questions answered!</p><p>I called my brother that evening and he said they really didn’t get to interact with the Beatles much, that it</p><div id="attachment_141" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 310px" webReader="-23"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Jack-21.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-141" title="Jack 2" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Jack-21-300x199.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="199" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Jack Moses with Ringo Starr and John Lennon at the Beatles press conference. Photo by Ann Moses.</p></div><p>was just getting them in and out of the building to the armored truck safely, but he, too, was super excited that he had experienced them up close and personal.</p><p>He was called two days later by the security firm and told they had another assignment for them on August 28. They had to report to the security firm’s headquarters in Los Angeles, so Jimmy and Jack drove together. When they arrived they received their itinerary: that’s when they realized they had been given the plum assignment of all time. They were to be a part of the crew of security guards escorting the Beatles to Dodger Stadium for their Los Angeles concert before 56,000 fans.</p><p>Jack remembers, “When we first saw the Beatles they were eating dinner at their house. After about half an hour I left in an armored car without the Beatles. We were followed by a limousine full of security men and people from the house. As we drove out almost all the kids followed us. They were screaming, honking their horns, making wild turns and almost getting in accidents at every corner. As we headed onto the freeway, the limo behind us blocked all the fans that were following, so we got to our secret location just 2 miles from Dodger Stadium. ”</p><p>Jim, meanwhile, was at the house waiting for John, Paul, George and Ringo. Jim recalls, “While I was waiting, John came out and he had a little rubber ball and was bouncing it against the wall while he talked to David Crosby (of the Byrds). Then they got into the van with their road managers and we rendezvoused with the armored truck in the parking lot.” Jim and Jack helped the Beatles into the truck.</p><p>Jack continues the story: “There were no chairs, so we all just sat on the floor. As we approached the stadium they got really bugged because fans were getting through the barriers.” George joked, “That’s right, let ‘em through. Don’t hold that one back, let ‘em get us and rip us apart!” Finally they made it to the back side of the stadium and safely into their “dressing rooms,” which, at this venue, was the Dodger’s locker room!</p><p>Jack said, “The first thing they did was pick up regular guitars (Paul, George and John) and they each went to different corners of the huge room and played to themselves. Then they picked up the instruments they were going to play on stage, plugged them into small amps and began to rehearse the songs they were going to do in the show.”</p><p>Jim interrupted, “It sounded fantastic! They were just working out, it was groovy! The whole time Ringo just sat in the one corner not saying a word. And what was really odd was that he only had one ring on!” After they dressed, they were behind the opening doors to the field and they were really disgusted at how long the dj’s kept saying things like “Here’s the guy who made it all possible, Rodney J. Feathersmith. . .” Finally John just blurted out, “I’m going on” and started toward the field. Paul and George pulled him back and finally the dj shouted “And here they are – the Beatles!” and then John sat down on the concrete floor. Ringo and George pulled him up and they all ran out onto the field.</p><p>The stadium scene was absolute pandemonium. The Beatles dressed in green sharkskin bell-bottomed suits</p><div id="attachment_140" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px" webReader="7"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Jim-1.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-140" title="Jim 1" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Jim-1-300x204.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="204" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Jim Christ with George Harrison at the Beatles press conference. Photo by Ann Moses.</p></div><p>with velvet lapels. Their coats were six-button, double-breasted jackets over shirts of white and green printed flowers. Paul wore boots, the rest wore loafers. It was Jim and Jack’s assignment to stand below the stage in the center of the stadium and they both said, ‘It was so exciting standing just four feet from them as they performed.” In the video of this performance you can see Jack in front of the K and Jim in front of the A in the radio station call letters KRLA fronting the stage. They are dressed in gray shirts with black ties.</p><p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0000ff; text-decoration: underline;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsYQpGVhTiM</span></span></p><p>The security plan was for the Beatles to exit through the center field gate. There was a mix-up and as they rushed off stage and into the limousine and proceeded out of the stadium the gates opened and hundreds of fans surged toward the car. Jack said, “we were told to run along side the car, which we did. When they opened the gates, the limo couldn’t get out because a bus and 2 cars were blocking the way. Then about 1,000 kids swarmed in and all around the car! The Beatles looked really scared. Finally one limo was able to back up and they closed the gates.”</p><p>The Beatles rushed down to the locker rooms and prepared for a long wait. Jack explained, “The Beatles just sat down and began opening Pepsi’s. They handed each of us one before they had one. Every time they’d pull out a cigarette they’d offer us one first, and when we declined, they lit their own. They were really friendly!”</p><p>Jim went on, “Before long the conversation drifted to devious plots to help the Beatles escape. Everyone kept repeating the idea that a helicopter would have been the smart thing, but George wanted to leave in the armored truck and just slowly force their way through the crowd. This, however, was impossible since the crowd outside was bigger now and because someone had let all the air out of the trucks four tires with the driver inside!”</p><p>“We were alone with them for an hour and 45 minutes,” Jack said, “because their road managers were busy on the phones to the police trying to figure out how to get the Beatles out. The entire time they were talkative and asked us lots of questions. John asked me about my family and I told him that I was married and had a 2 year old son. He asked what it was like to have a child and I told him how great it was to watch him learn to talk and to watch him grow. I asked each of them for their autograph on the back of a security firm invoice and they all signed it, but then John wrote ‘Best Wishes, Jeff’ for my son. Then they all signed the back of our itinerary for me to keep. I gave the autograph framed with the picture of me with the Beatles to my son, Jeff, for his graduation present from medical school. I framed the other for my other son, Cote, beside the cover of their butcher shop album (The album Yesterday and Today which came out with the cover with headless dolls and became known as the ‘butcher shop’ album and was quickly pulled from record shelves).”</p><p>Jack told them how he had worked at Disneyland in high school and John and Paul wanted to know what it was like to work there. “How are the birds out there?” John asked Jack, “Chicks ya know?” Jack told him there were some really cute girls. John also asked Jack what it was like to date in high school in California. John told him he thought he was lucky because he didn’t have to wear all kinds or coats and sweaters. He said when he used to date he couldn’t get close to a girl “because we had so many coats on!”</p><p>“After an hour and 45 minutes someone came down and told us arrangements had been made for the Beatles get-away. The guards around the stadium had passed around a rumor that a girl had fainted. An ambulance pulled in down by the first aid station and the Beatles climbed in and laid on the floor. Then the ambulance left without lights or sirens,” Jack said. “before they left they all said good-bye and thanks.” Jack gave John his name badge, which read MOSES from his uniform and John ran over to Ringo and said, “Look at this, Ringo! You can bet I’ll wear this, thanks!” Jim gave his name badge to Paul that read CHRIST. John gave his black ace comb to Jack and I have it in my memory box to this day. Can I prove it was John’s comb? Not really, but it will stay in my special memory box and be the closest thing to getting to meet the Beatles as I will have!</p><p>Good times. . .Ann Moses (with a little help from my “friends”) reporting about “back in the day.”</p></div> <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2012/10/a-dodgy-day-for-the-beatles/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>I never met the Beatles.</p>
<p>They released their first single 50 years ago in the UK on October 5, 1962, “Love Me Do” and “P.S. I Love <a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Love_Me_Do.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-138" title="Love_Me_Do" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Love_Me_Do-300x298.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="298" /></a>You” on the flip side. It went to number 17 on the British charts and was later released in the US. All my girlfriends in high school loved the Beatles from the start and we got our first glimpse of them in Life magazine and were blown away by the moptops!</p>
<p>Because I never got to meet the Beatles this is another “Six Degrees” story, although I did get within a few feet of them. Here’s what happened: My older brother was in his third year of studies at the University of Southern California in preparation for Dental School and then Oral Surgery specialty. He and his best friend, Jimmy Christ, worked at Disneyland during the summer and one of their friends mentioned that they had heard a security firm was looking for young men to guard the Rolling Stones at their Hollywood Bowl appearance on July 25, 1966. They signed up and were instant rent-a-cops.</p>
<p>After that job, the supervisor at the security firm was looking for guards for an even bigger job: guarding the Beatles. Only a week before John Lennon had made his infamous comment, “the Beatles are more popular than Jesus,” so the supervisor was skimming the list of new part timers and came across my brother and Jim’s names: Jim Christ (pronounced krist, but looks likes Jesus Christ) and Jack Moses. He called their supervisor at Disneyland to speak to them immediately and he told them he needed them right away. On August 24th they were told to be at the iconic round building that looked like a stack of records, Capitol Records in Hollywood. They went to their posts and were suddenly in front of a throng of reporters and photographers as they flanked each side of the four podiums on stage. The Beatles were introduced and they sat on stools, left to right, George, Paul, John and Ringo. Jim was to George’s right, Jack was to Ringo’s left.</p>
<p>I attended the press conference for Tiger Beat and made sure I was in my seat early, a seat in the front row, just 3 feet from the podiums. Because John’s quote about Jesus was still so fresh, he was hammered at every press conference and interview as they went about their summer tour. I didn’t have the opportunity to ask any questions, as the conference was dominated by male reporters, mostly from TV and radio stations. You can watch the You Tube video of the conference:</p>
<p><span style="color: #0000ff;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8MgItRRaTo"><span style="color: #0000ff;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8MgItRRaTo</span></a></span></p>
<p>I was enthralled to be so close to the Beatles. This was one of those times when I was more a fan than a professional, because, after all, this was the Beatles! But while I was disappointed that I didn’t get to ask a question, at one point when John Lennon was trying for the umpteenth time to explain why he had said what he said, Paul McCartney looked over at me and winked! That was more precious to me than having my reporters questions answered!</p>
<p>I called my brother that evening and he said they really didn’t get to interact with the Beatles much, that it</p>
<div id="attachment_141" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 310px" webReader="-23"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Jack-21.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-141" title="Jack 2" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Jack-21-300x199.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="199" /></a>
<p class="wp-caption-text">Jack Moses with Ringo Starr and John Lennon at the Beatles press conference. Photo by Ann Moses.</p>
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<p>was just getting them in and out of the building to the armored truck safely, but he, too, was super excited that he had experienced them up close and personal.</p>
<p>He was called two days later by the security firm and told they had another assignment for them on August 28. They had to report to the security firm’s headquarters in Los Angeles, so Jimmy and Jack drove together. When they arrived they received their itinerary: that’s when they realized they had been given the plum assignment of all time. They were to be a part of the crew of security guards escorting the Beatles to Dodger Stadium for their Los Angeles concert before 56,000 fans.</p>
<p>Jack remembers, “When we first saw the Beatles they were eating dinner at their house. After about half an hour I left in an armored car without the Beatles. We were followed by a limousine full of security men and people from the house. As we drove out almost all the kids followed us. They were screaming, honking their horns, making wild turns and almost getting in accidents at every corner. As we headed onto the freeway, the limo behind us blocked all the fans that were following, so we got to our secret location just 2 miles from Dodger Stadium. ”</p>
<p>Jim, meanwhile, was at the house waiting for John, Paul, George and Ringo. Jim recalls, “While I was waiting, John came out and he had a little rubber ball and was bouncing it against the wall while he talked to David Crosby (of the Byrds). Then they got into the van with their road managers and we rendezvoused with the armored truck in the parking lot.” Jim and Jack helped the Beatles into the truck.</p>
<p>Jack continues the story: “There were no chairs, so we all just sat on the floor. As we approached the stadium they got really bugged because fans were getting through the barriers.” George joked, “That’s right, let ‘em through. Don’t hold that one back, let ‘em get us and rip us apart!” Finally they made it to the back side of the stadium and safely into their “dressing rooms,” which, at this venue, was the Dodger’s locker room!</p>
<p>Jack said, “The first thing they did was pick up regular guitars (Paul, George and John) and they each went to different corners of the huge room and played to themselves. Then they picked up the instruments they were going to play on stage, plugged them into small amps and began to rehearse the songs they were going to do in the show.”</p>
<p>Jim interrupted, “It sounded fantastic! They were just working out, it was groovy! The whole time Ringo just sat in the one corner not saying a word. And what was really odd was that he only had one ring on!” After they dressed, they were behind the opening doors to the field and they were really disgusted at how long the dj’s kept saying things like “Here’s the guy who made it all possible, Rodney J. Feathersmith. . .” Finally John just blurted out, “I’m going on” and started toward the field. Paul and George pulled him back and finally the dj shouted “And here they are – the Beatles!” and then John sat down on the concrete floor. Ringo and George pulled him up and they all ran out onto the field.</p>
<p>The stadium scene was absolute pandemonium. The Beatles dressed in green sharkskin bell-bottomed suits</p>
<div id="attachment_140" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px" webReader="7"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Jim-1.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-140" title="Jim 1" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Jim-1-300x204.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="204" /></a>
<p class="wp-caption-text">Jim Christ with George Harrison at the Beatles press conference. Photo by Ann Moses.</p>
</div>
<p>with velvet lapels. Their coats were six-button, double-breasted jackets over shirts of white and green printed flowers. Paul wore boots, the rest wore loafers. It was Jim and Jack’s assignment to stand below the stage in the center of the stadium and they both said, ‘It was so exciting standing just four feet from them as they performed.” In the video of this performance you can see Jack in front of the K and Jim in front of the A in the radio station call letters KRLA fronting the stage. They are dressed in gray shirts with black ties.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0000ff; text-decoration: underline;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsYQpGVhTiM</span></span></p>
<p>The security plan was for the Beatles to exit through the center field gate. There was a mix-up and as they rushed off stage and into the limousine and proceeded out of the stadium the gates opened and hundreds of fans surged toward the car. Jack said, “we were told to run along side the car, which we did. When they opened the gates, the limo couldn’t get out because a bus and 2 cars were blocking the way. Then about 1,000 kids swarmed in and all around the car! The Beatles looked really scared. Finally one limo was able to back up and they closed the gates.”</p>
<p>The Beatles rushed down to the locker rooms and prepared for a long wait. Jack explained, “The Beatles just sat down and began opening Pepsi’s. They handed each of us one before they had one. Every time they’d pull out a cigarette they’d offer us one first, and when we declined, they lit their own. They were really friendly!”</p>
<p>Jim went on, “Before long the conversation drifted to devious plots to help the Beatles escape. Everyone kept repeating the idea that a helicopter would have been the smart thing, but George wanted to leave in the armored truck and just slowly force their way through the crowd. This, however, was impossible since the crowd outside was bigger now and because someone had let all the air out of the trucks four tires with the driver inside!”</p>
<p>“We were alone with them for an hour and 45 minutes,” Jack said, “because their road managers were busy on the phones to the police trying to figure out how to get the Beatles out. The entire time they were talkative and asked us lots of questions. John asked me about my family and I told him that I was married and had a 2 year old son. He asked what it was like to have a child and I told him how great it was to watch him learn to talk and to watch him grow. I asked each of them for their autograph on the back of a security firm invoice and they all signed it, but then John wrote ‘Best Wishes, Jeff’ for my son. Then they all signed the back of our itinerary for me to keep. I gave the autograph framed with the picture of me with the Beatles to my son, Jeff, for his graduation present from medical school. I framed the other for my other son, Cote, beside the cover of their butcher shop album (The album Yesterday and Today which came out with the cover with headless dolls and became known as the ‘butcher shop’ album and was quickly pulled from record shelves).”</p>
<p>Jack told them how he had worked at Disneyland in high school and John and Paul wanted to know what it was like to work there. “How are the birds out there?” John asked Jack, “Chicks ya know?” Jack told him there were some really cute girls. John also asked Jack what it was like to date in high school in California. John told him he thought he was lucky because he didn’t have to wear all kinds or coats and sweaters. He said when he used to date he couldn’t get close to a girl “because we had so many coats on!”</p>
<p>“After an hour and 45 minutes someone came down and told us arrangements had been made for the Beatles get-away. The guards around the stadium had passed around a rumor that a girl had fainted. An ambulance pulled in down by the first aid station and the Beatles climbed in and laid on the floor. Then the ambulance left without lights or sirens,” Jack said. “before they left they all said good-bye and thanks.” Jack gave John his name badge, which read MOSES from his uniform and John ran over to Ringo and said, “Look at this, Ringo! You can bet I’ll wear this, thanks!” Jim gave his name badge to Paul that read CHRIST. John gave his black ace comb to Jack and I have it in my memory box to this day. Can I prove it was John’s comb? Not really, but it will stay in my special memory box and be the closest thing to getting to meet the Beatles as I will have!</p>
<p>Good times. . .Ann Moses (with a little help from my “friends”) reporting about “back in the day.”</p>
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		<title>The drukqs Don’t Work</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 17:21:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>JoE Silva</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Considering how far I’d once tread down his wormhole, I was surprised to find that I’d missed out on the whole “The Tuss is really Richard D. James” intrigue. For AFX (née Aphex Twin…) followers, even semi-confirmed stirrings from our &#8230; <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/08/the-drukqs-don%e2%80%99t-work/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>Considering how far I’d once tread down his wormhole, I was surprised to find that I’d missed out on the whole “The Tuss is really Richard D. James” intrigue. For AFX (née Aphex Twin…) followers, even semi-confirmed stirrings from our fave ginger haired scientist are mega. With live gigs (particularly in America…) being unreliable and interviews scarce, I would have hoped that something along the lines of an entirely new identity would have somehow made its way to me via the Interweb sooner than two years after the arrival of a mysterious new EP.</p>
<p>Perhaps I’d lowered my antenna because of the less than keen reaction I had to 2001’s “drukqs” LP – the last official release under his traditionally recognized moniker. Released as a pair of CDs that had the weight of contractual obligation to them, the music was not so much impenetrable as it was…er, uneventful. Three years later came the Analord series – limited edition vinyls that were a mixed bag of high highs (“Crying In Your Face,” “Where’s Your Girlfriend?”) and also rans (“Phonatacid”). Eventually being partially compiled on the “Chosen Lords” CD, the music more than sustains itself over the 11 original wax releases. Then…nothing until 2007.</p>
<p>That’s when the heavies at Rephlex Records released the “Confederation Trough EP” along with firm denials that this was indeed “not” the work of Herr Dice Man. It was followed a bit more than a month later by the “Rushup Edge” album. Supposedly the work of the Tregaskin family, the title track is registered to the Twin in the BMI song database and the supposed presence on at least one track of the uber-rare Yamaha GX1 synth (a rare beast that was once part of the Abba arsenal of keyboards), made fans thing otherwise. Guilty or not, the material is fresh, invigorating in places and draws a direct sonic line to some of the music that grew out of the Analord series. Even more enjoyable are the extended boundaries of the joke where the masquerade has either gone further or has simply fallen into the hands of MySpace imposters (The Tsss, The Tusk, Tusticles, The Tussy…). A good jumping off point might be <a title="The Tuss on MySpace" href="http://www.myspace.com/thetussmusic" target="_self">here</a> or  more “officially” <a href="http://www.discogs.com/label/Rephlex" target="_self">here</a></p>
<p>I spoke to the real Richard James once over a distressed international phone line sometime in the mid to late-90’s. It’s been years since I’ve seen that particular microcassette but I’m assuming that it was just around the time of the “I Care Because You Do” record, since I don’t recall talking about Chris Cunningham’s infamous “Come To Daddy” that made AFX something more of a global concern not long after. My memory of our chat is that he was polite, retiring, and that when he wasn’t worrying the neighbors with what leaked out of his studio he was mostly busy coming up with his own music software. The only time he got particularly animated was when I asked him about the “Ventolin” track and mentioned to him that I too was a fellow asthma sufferer. Right around the same time I saw him do an opening DJ slot for Bjork at the Masquerade club in Atlanta, Georgia. Apparently it was early August as per online resources. Richard came onstage, acknowledged no one, and proceeded to fill the room with the sound of a hundred bleating toads.</p>
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		<title>Harmonia ReDuX</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 03:33:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>JoE Silva</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Because I ignored my mother&#8217;s warning and stared directly into  Julian Cope&#8217;s eyes in the mid-90&#8242;s, a proclivity for progressive German rock  was visited upon me that I have since been unable to shake. I hadn&#8217;t been old enough to &#8230; <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/05/harmonia-redux/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Because I ignored my mother&#8217;s warning and stared directly into <a href="http://www.headheritage.co.uk/" target="_self"> Julian Cope&#8217;s</a> eyes in the mid-90&#8242;s, a proclivity for progressive German rock  was visited upon me that I have since been unable to shake. I hadn&#8217;t been old enough to experience as it happened, but it was part of the standard gauge after Afrika Bambaataa emerged from the Zulu Nation with a copy of  &#8220;Trans Europe Express&#8221; under his gilted robes. Now my first edition copy of Cope&#8217;s &#8220;<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krautrocksampler" target="_self">Krautorcksampler</a>&#8221; is never far off and it&#8217;s the first section I head to when I visit my fave record store. And it&#8217;s because I walked into <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRmwLTaQ_uk" target="_self">Low Yo Yo Stuff </a>one day in Atlanta and they didn&#8217;t have a tune I&#8217;d heard on the <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/robdabank/" target="_self">Rob da Bank show</a> (it had been out of print for eons&#8230;), that I wound up seeking out and falling in love with Harmonia.</p>
<p>Something like &#8220;Watussi,&#8221; the first track on <a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:dzfwxq85ldte~T0">Musik Von Harmonia</a>, Roedelius, Moebius, and Rother define what Cope referred to in various ways as that great post-war electronic teutonic vibe. I&#8230;um&#8230;acquired good versions of both &#8220;Musik&#8221; and the follow-up &#8220;Harmonia Deluxe&#8221; recently, and while the second album bridges a bit  more to what would eventually fall out of Sheffield a little more than a decade later, both are worth the hunt if you are at all touched by the kosmiche.</p>
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		<title>Harum Scarum&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 01:37:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>JoE Silva</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Shock. I simply could not believe it when the National Public Radio announcer made reference to the fact that Procol Harum&#8217;s &#8220;A Whiter Shade of Pale&#8221; was the most publicly played (meaning via jukebox&#8230;) song in U.K. history for the &#8230; <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/04/harum-scarum/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Shock. I simply could not believe it when the <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=103139415">National Public Radio announcer made reference to the fact</a> that Procol Harum&#8217;s &#8220;A Whiter Shade of Pale&#8221; was the most publicly played (meaning via jukebox&#8230;) song in U.K. history for the past 75 years. I mean&#8230;surely there has to be some mistake. Not that I don&#8217;t generally love hearing it whenever it happens upon the radio, but it&#8217;s a staggering thing to figure when you consider what else Britons might have been tapping their toes to since 1934. Sinatra, The Stones, Sir Cliff, Abba&#8230;name it. Not there. Not even in the top three according to the report.</p>
<p>Having been two at the time of it&#8217;s release, I don&#8217;t think I became aware of the song until I was in my mid-twenties when I read an account of a very stoned pair of Beatles listening to it over and over on the record player inside John Lennon&#8217;s Roller. When I finally sought it out, I thought: &#8220;My God&#8230;.Traffic!&#8221; It wasn&#8217;t until I sat behind a drum kit playing the song in a covers band that I came to grips with it. Band rehearsals are mostly dreadful yet necessary evils, but I do remember one early morning session where we actually got through a fairly decent rendering of it just as the sun began to purl through the grimy windows of our practice space. There was something to it just then, that made it all seem&#8230;er, beatific.</p>
<p>Nevertheless, I&#8217;m still half unconvinced of the tally. I&#8217;d read about the bitter lawsuits surrounding the song&#8217;s royalties, so maybe there is something to it&#8217;s apparent standing&#8230;but #1?  Really? Could they have that large of an extended family? Even my wife, who long ago buried her tolerance for pop minutia thanks to me, was staggered by the idea of it.</p>
<p>I was, however, forced to re-harness a portion of my disbelief tonight after running back to the office to retrieve my forgotten laptop. As I was turning back into my neighborhood on the return trip, &#8220;A Whiter Shade&#8230;&#8221; promptly appeared on the airwaves. Unbelievable.</p>
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		<title>Stars Are Stars?</title>
		<link>http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/04/stars-are-stars/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 19:29:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>JoE Silva</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It’s an arbitrary thing, ratings…but occasionally their subjectivity collapses to the naked singularity of the completely laughable. What sort of baseline are pop critics working from when another less than stellar U2 record fetches a five star rating from Rolling &#8230; <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/04/stars-are-stars/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: normal;">It’s an arbitrary thing, ratings…but occasionally their subjectivity collapses to the naked singularity of the completely laughable. What sort of baseline are pop critics working from when another less than stellar <span class="yshortcuts">U2</span> record fetches a <a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/reviews/album/26079033/review/26212378/no_line_on_the_horizon" target="_self"><span class="yshortcuts">five star rating</span></a> from <span class="yshortcuts">Rolling Stone</span> and four out of <span class="yshortcuts">five stars</span> in the recent issue of MOJO? Love, loathe it or be bathed in utter indifference, are consumers really supposed to buy into the notion that along with records like Revolver, <span class="yshortcuts" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed #0066cc; cursor: pointer;">Pet Sounds</span>, and <span class="yshortcuts">London Calling</span>, room now needs to be made on that roster for No Line On The Horizon? Is there some sort of implied <span class="yshortcuts">21<sup>st</sup> century</span> context that we’re all now subject to that obviates the benchmarks of the past? </span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Yeah…sorry Chauncey, it all smells of an editorial stance that trying very hard not to offend. I’m all about giving U2 props when stumble on a decent riff (“Vertigo”), but the thin “swagger” and faux Dylan-esque delivery of “<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZ7zKeYhU_8" target="_self">Get On Your Boots”</a> ?!? That’s one star gone already. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I’m much more up for seeing the scale stretched out to something more realistic and less constricting. What’s wrong the ol’ 1 to 10, with the brazen freedom to employ a decimal point when necessary? Or perhaps we could go the <span class="yshortcuts" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed #0066cc; cursor: pointer;">Rotten Tomatoes</span> route and compile percentages based on a simple yay or nay? Either way, what passes now as record rating is far closer to useless than it’s ever been.</span></p>
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		<title>Grandmaster Flash: It &#8220;Was&#8221; Like A Jungle Sometimes&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/04/grandmaster-flash-it-was-like-a-jungle-sometimes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 02:37:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>JoE Silva</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As a New York City  teen, the biggest one of two major musical regrets that I harbor to this day, is not having gotten a closer to hip hop&#8217;s nascent flashpoint. The nooks and crannies of the Bronx where it &#8230; <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/04/grandmaster-flash-it-was-like-a-jungle-sometimes/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As a New York City  teen, the biggest one of two major musical regrets that I harbor to this day, is not having gotten a closer to hip hop&#8217;s nascent flashpoint. The nooks and crannies of the Bronx where it was all going down were essentially deemed to dangerous for me and my siblings.  There was no dodging the graffiti, the break dancing or the attendant finery (sweatshirts with elaborate iron-on lettering for instance&#8230;) but attending those outdoor events that became that music&#8217;s crucible was something ill-advised. We settled instead for the two mile trek to the 12-inch record store where we would mill around the racks penniless listening to the latest releases until we shown the door.</p>
<p>A lot of the vibe of that era does trot back though while reading The Adventures of Grandmaster Flash: My Life, My Beats (<strong>http://tinyurl.com/ctpnpf</strong>) &#8211; the DJ&#8217;s legend&#8217;s memoir ghosted with David Ritz. It&#8217;s a semi-slim volume reading more like a collection of interview transcripts than a full fledged autobiography, but the frank accounting of Flash&#8217;s life from foster home to household fame is engaging for the verite of it&#8217;s voice and the musical details it unearths.</p>
<p>Until I saw the book staring back at me from the local library shelf, I&#8217;d forgotten that I&#8217;d recently heard an interview with Flash on Teryy Gross&#8217;s Fresh Air program on NPR (<strong>http://tinyurl.com/cwm5qw</strong>) that was as candid as these 245 pages. For those who uselessly quibble over Flash&#8217;s inclusion in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (and there are many&#8230;), this quick read may shift some sentiments.</p>
<p>I finally got to see the Grandmaster perform here in Athens a few years back and was amazed at how instantly&#8230;er&#8230;legendary he seemed once he got spinning. It&#8217;s unlikely, but I hope he shifts tons of copies.</p>
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		<title>Randy Bewley, Pylon 1955-2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 04:01:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>JoE Silva</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Athens loses one of its best&#8230;post-punk six-stringer Randy Bewley of Pylon. Tributes from friends, family, and fellow musicians here: http://tinyurl.com/dyz7mh If you never knew their sound, click on Episode#204 here (first track after intro): http://justofftheradar.com/?page_id=6]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Athens loses one of its best&#8230;post-punk six-stringer Randy Bewley of <a href="http://wearepylon.com" target="_self">Pylon</a>. Tributes from friends, family, and fellow musicians here:</p>
<p><strong>http://tinyurl.com/dyz7mh</strong></p>
<p>If you never knew their sound, click on <strong>Episode#204</strong> here (first track after intro): http://justofftheradar.com/?page_id=6</p>
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