Back in 1977 while shopping for Sun Ra records in my favorite Philly store, I discovered this bizarre-looking album. The cover featured the artist, Gary Wilson, posing in an early-'60s mod suit and funny sunglasses, in what turned out to be his parents' basement. The back jacket was another basement shot of Wilson, this time in his underwear, lying amidst a tangle of recording tape, wires and covered with baking flour. There were also song titles and the artist's address in upstate New York, but nothing else.
Q: Is this, in fact, the very first time the albums have been digitally re-mastered from the original multi-track masters?
A: No, but I’ll tell you what they are. There were some mixes that I used the multi-tracks for and I’ll get to that, but these are re-mastered from the original two-track masters. In all honesty, I’d love to put that feather in my cap, but those masters have been used before; although I can’t speak for the very first editions of CD’s that came out in the ‘80’s…
When I first interviewed humble reissue genius Bob Irwin back in 1997, he told me that working as a freelance producer for Sony/Columbia/Legacy and other major labels, and having his own label, the much-respected Coxsackie, New York based Sundazed Records, has given him “the best of both worlds.”
Richard Buckner has one of the most instantly recognizable voices in Rock music today. A plaintive wail that expresses sadness better than anyone save perhaps Mark Eitzel, Buckner's latest (and sixth overall) album, and first for progressive independent-label Merge Records, features a nice mix of his traditional acoustic laments as well as some bold electric guitar-laden rockers. Recorded at Wavelab Studios in Tucson as well as Tophat Studios in Austin Texas, Dents & Shells contains fascinating insights into the breakdown of relationships and the regeneration of the human spirit following such events. Buckner has recently gone through a divorce so it is not a stretch to read into these tunes from an autobiographical perspective.
Petra Haden, the very talented daughter of bassist Charlie Haden, and former member of That Dog has released an a cappella version of The Who Sells Out that is charming, entertaining, ingenious and loads of fun.
Even if you generally find Jones's voice too nasal, too cat-like, too small, too thin, too whiney and especially too nasal, her cool, slinky and smartly laid-back vibe on this impeccably arranged and played double LP set will surely win you over.
I've seen literally hundreds of copies of this 1959 Weavers release, but until this reissue, I've never seen a stereo copy. Didn't even know it existed in a black label “Stereolab” edition.
"Keep Your Jesus Out of My Face,” is a bumper sticker I'm contemplating having printed so I can stick it on my car's rear end, and tell people who are offended where they can stick it. That's just how I feel about religion, and Jesus, and Yahweh, and Zeus and Poseidon, and Mary, and the rest of the endless myths that hobble and delude mankind into thinking the latest iteration is the truth, the way, the best, my way, or the highway, or whatever. More evil has been committed in the name of religion than any other institution invented by mankind and nothing you're going to tell me is going to turn me around.
Hendrix's psychedelic morning after pill was a gloriously unfocused affair, at times sprawling and tentative, at times like his “Star Spangled Banner,” timeless, brilliant and classic. At his most tentative that morning, playing with a newly assembled group, Hendrix was still in control, still exploding the limits on what one man can do with an electric guitar.
The big band era was over and Duke Ellington was past his most creative years by the time this set was recorded, but the year was 1960 and no doubt the art of recording was reaching a pinnacle. If you have any doubts, check out this Classic reissue cut from the three track original.