I would leave this to middle but I have to go in a few minutes and I must express my rage regarding Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission.
When it comes to social decay I always go British
When it comes to oppression I go Irish
and when it comes to pure pissed off I got Detroit in the good ol’ U.S. of A
(warning this video is R rated for violence)

Thanks for keeping the tradition alive, Danny. I’ve been busy with work so hadn’t gotten around to posting it yet. Guess I’ll have to be a little quicker on Fridays if I want to keep my diary series.
This one is mistitled. It’s actually Voodoo Child (Slight Return).
Hendrix was always an iffy proposition live. I only saw him live once, at the Fillmore East in New York. Sly and the Family Stone opened for him, and Sly actually showed up.
Often, Hendrix would be too wasted to tune his guitar (they didn’t have electronic tuners in those days). The time I saw him was no exception.
However, when he was on, he was ON. In this video, he was on. It might be about the most intense 10 minutes of live music I’ve ever seen.
From Woodstock. Post Experience and pre Band of Gypsys. Noel Redding was out, replaced by Hendrix’ army buddy Billy Cox, but Mitch Mitchell hadn’t yet been replaced by Buddy Miles.
How I envy you.
And yeah, that is intense.
or if you at least like making fun of hipsters generally.
It was filmed in Denver too.
In a similar Denver vein to the Warlock Pinchers’ “Morrissey Rides a Cockhorse.”
you haven’t lived until you’ve been hit by a meet canon.
“Guns of Brixton” is one of my favorite songs on London Calling, one of my favorite songs by The Clash — and Joe or Mick aren’t even singing!
One of the funniest moments in the film The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou is when Iggy and the Stooges’ “Search and Destroy” starts playing. Liked it better there, than accompanying Apocalypse Now! footage. A ripper. Hope to see the reformed band (of sorts) with James Williamson on guitar play that very song, in the near future, hopefully.
Cool. I’m still on my The Band kick. That’s a slower, mournful version.
Heard another cover of the same song recently in the documentary film It Might Get Loud: The Edge, Jimmy Page, and Jack White playing acoustic guitars together; Jack and The Edge singing it.
Nothing quite like the original, though: Levon Helm and Rick Danko’s voicings.
Levon and Rick — with Garth Hudson of The Band, on accordion, too. Roger Waters looked like he was getting a kick out of singing backup with those guys, as Sinead took lead vocals on his song.
Thanks for that.
It’s in the air. I’m in the mood for a song about a natural disaster — or “Act of God,” as insurance policies call them. Here’s one of my favorite songs by a favorite singer-songwriter, Randy Newman: “Louisiana 1927″ from his album Rednecks:
One of my favorite lines from the song:
President Coolidge came down in a railroad train
With a little fat man with a note-pad in his hand
The President say, “Little fat man isn’t it a shame what the river has done
To this poor crackers land.”
Sometimes it seems like disaster relief hasn’t gotten any better, since then.
Almost prefer Newman playing it solo on piano, like below in Germany, but the historical photos accompanying the video above are worth checking out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v…
And then there’s the Memphis punk-pop guitar fury of the late Jay Reatard — who died recently, 29 years old:
I was considering posting this a few weeks ago, but the content of the vid is pretty effed up. Now, it seems appropriate.
That was really weird seeing all the current Justices of SCOTUS at a birthday party. Is that how they reached their most recent decision?
Good stuff !
Reality? for?
Our sisters
Our brothers
Because it’s been a long week and I find comfort in the music of old friends…
….it seems like the 80′s all over again. I offer this alternative video as commentary on the current situation. Not so much for the music, but for the video itself – the Residents in faux KKK robes made of newspapers…
And I’m not the biggest Residents fan. Liked the video, the brutal cover of “Land of a Thousand Dances,” the squall of horns at the end.
Can’t tell if those are Klan hoods or the type of outfits you sometimes see on people in Semana Santa religious processions in Spain.
If hope were oil, I’d be about a quart low:
This weeks Jams are an 80′s angst fest. I saw the hippy kid next door this morning get into his old 4 runner with a WORK, CONSUME, OBEY bumper sticker. I felt like giving him a hug.
Happy Friday Jams Fest all.
Anti-Flag played this song last Saturday at their show at Cervantes. It was a good cover.
By “this song” I mean Guns of Brixton.