I will not even remotely pretend to be an expert on reggae nor Bob Marley, but I’m still very happy to have Babylon By Bus in my record collection. This double live album is a perfect afternoon groove.
Bluesy, triumphant and full on — I dig Small Faces. On a recent trip to Rudy’s II, the vinyl shop in Missoula, MT, I bought up all of their available Small Faces albums, and among them is this later offering, 78 in The Shade.
My love for The Jam is massive and unyielding. Paul Weller as the tobacco-saturated, post-punk frontman, Bruce Foxton as the rambling, grooving bass player — I fell in deep for their songs upon first listen. Because of my age and because of my geography, I didn’t appreciate The Jam until around 2007 or so. During the mid-Aughts, I decided to explore the tributaries leading to my favorite ’90s British bands. I’m so glad I did.
I turned 13 in July, 1978. I was headed into eighth grade in a small middle school in a small town in Kentucky. The country’s economy was bad and our little town was hit hard: well-paying jobs in the coal mines and the few factories we had disappeared and there weren’t any new industries to take their places. I lived in a dry county, except for the VFW or American Legion and private clubs like the Elks, Lions and Moose Clubs where liquor was served illegally with a wink and a nudge and the occasional raid during election year.
It’s a quick column this week, dear readers, as Mr. Brum and I are moving house. Not very far, and I don’t own very much, but the six crates of Doctor Who VHS tapes that Mr. Brum carts around everywhere are rather heavy. We needed an album that was punchy, fast-paced, and kept our spirits up. Call the Clash!
This weekend, my family had the responsibility of taking care of the preschool classroom rabbit. After cleaning the cage, picking up poo & running out to the store to get more bedding, it became clear to me that I have no desire to have a pet. None. Zero. Zilch. As a kid, we only ever had a fish tank. Read More OT: Monday Night Flashback 1978