a blog for those who never gave up their turntables or records
UNLESS YOU’RE OLD ENOUGH to have been there THEN (the early months of 1973) but weren’t paying attention or you were not a Springsteen fan (and who was back then outside of a small circle of friends near Asbury Park?) [Continue reading]
HERE ARE THE LYRICS to Bruce Springsteen’s original recording of Blinded By The Light as best that I can decipher them. I used a couple of lyrics sites and then listened to the recording repeatedly (and yes it’s “deuce” not “douche”) each time comparing the words I had typed with the words that I was hearing. [Continue reading]
IT’S 6:36 IN THE MORNING and I had just dropped Berni off at work. I turned on the radio to the oldies station and lo and behold, there was Bruce Springsteen’s ‘Blinded By The Light.’ Delighted I sat back and listened, then realized that I had never heard the record on the radio before! [Continue reading]
THIS BRIEF PIECE on the Duke of Earl was inspired by an equally brief article on my other site titled “earl earl earl, earl of grey.” That piece is not about a duke duke duke of anything, but about my enjoyment of Tazo’s Earl Grey tea, a beverage I have loathed for decades but—for some inexplicable change in my aging, testosterone-deprived taste buds—I currently crave the stuff! [Continue reading]
EARLIER THIS YEAR, I posted my first Amazon review, this one of the Rolling Stones’ album THEIR SATANIC MAJESTIES REQUEST. It had the over-long and grammatically cumbersome title of “Clearly their answer to PET SOUNDS—or at least Good Vibrations—SGT. [Continue reading]
IN 1970, local rock star and entrepreneur Joe Nardone opened a teenage dance hall on the Public Square of downtown Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. Formerly the Stardust Ballroom, it was a second floor affair where couples had practiced ballroom dancing. [Continue reading]
IN THE OPINION of many rock critics, the best all-around album by a white female pop singer recorded and released in the ’60s may be DUSTY IN MEMPHIS. But, for my taste, the lady with the best pipes and the best all-around taste in pop music in that decade was Petula Clark. [Continue reading]
I INITIATED A NEW TOPIC on the Record Collectors Guild website in September 2004 titled “The Pseudo Psychedelic ’60s.” I had hoped for a lengthy and engagingly argumentative and informative thread that went on forever. Below is what I got instead: it was fun, but I did not really leave it with more knowledge that when I launched the conversation. [Continue reading]
THERE IS SOME CONFUSION regarding the use of certain terms for buying and selling records that is rampant on the Internet! It is also true at record stores, record collectors conventions, and through the mail using self-published sale lists, ads in magazines such as Goldmine—but not to the degree that ones encounters it on the ‘Net. [Continue reading]