the avid collector’s guide to wild in the streets part 1


IN 1968, AIP’S NEW MOVIE
was not about bikers, babes, and devils. While “Wild In The Streets” was another American International Pictures exploitational B-movie, it was also a clever combination of sociopolitical satire, black humor, and some genuinely good rock & roll. The Avid Collector’s Guide to Wild In The Streets Part 1 addresses the records associated with that movie and its music. 1

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I know where manchester is—do you know who the hollies are?

 
THE HOLLIES ARE FROM MANCHESTEReveryone knows that, right? Hah! I bumped into a young couple at the Bellevue Transit Center. Good looking guy, very pretty girl. Both in their mid 20s, both spick-and-spanned and nicely attired. When we exchanged “Hellos” I heard the accent and asked them from which part of England they hailed.

“Manchester!” he said.

“Ah,” said I. “The home of CONTINUE READING

hyperbolic exaggeration in pop culture and miss patsy cline


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HIS ARTICLE SEEMS TO BE ABOUT PATSY CLINE. But it’s not—at least, not primarily. Primarily it’s about hyperbolic exaggeration in describing the accomplishments of popular stars, regardless of whether the artist needs such embellishment to shine among other stars. Fans of any field of artistic or athletic endeavor are given to excessive bragging about their faves, whether it’s rock bands or comic book artists or
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around town and out of control with lawrence bray

LAST WEEK, I RECEIVED AN EMAIL from a young musician that I had never heard of. (No big deal there: my ignorance of musicians young or old of the past few decades might cause you to titter in wonder at the immensity of it.) His name was Lawrence Bray, which set off no alarms of memory in my aging brain.

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