4.12.2008
Warning: Monthly Sigur Ros adoration located within this post
I have GOT to get away from this computer. That's all there is to it.
I received a comment from a kind soul who has also been doing the MySpace Karaoke thing...this anonymous poster let me know that there is a key change option on the recorder. You may recall that I was bitching and moaning about so many of the songs being out of my range. I looked and looked and still could not find a key changer. Finally I spotted it. I had been under the impression that the slide bar on the far right was a music level fader. But lo and behold, it was the ever elusive key changer. So, thank you to whoever it was that clued me in.
Using that handy function I was able to throw down a nice version of the Stone's "Brown Sugar". That one was a lot of fun to do and it doesn't sound half bad...at least in regards to the music/vocal mix. I put in a little quip about how the song is not the most "politically correct" number that Mick Jagger ever wrote. And then, at the end, there's a part about how Jagger is a "chick magnet", and how I can't figure that out, seeing as how "he's not exactly one of the most attractive people in the world." The website is a ton of fun, but it's unbelievable how fast the hours pass when you're on it.
The rest of this day has been spent doing a re-mix of Sigur Ros' "Glosoli" on the Acid 7.0 Music Studio. I had the idea a few months back to merge some of their songs into one...that concept flopped, as it should have been apparent that the time signatures and keys would likely not fit together. The project I'm working on now utilyzes my voice to add slight harmony aspects and ambience to the song. I know that a lot of what the band does is a variation of the same thing, ie. Jonsi's voice is used as an instrument not only in the way you'd expect from a singer, but also in other unorthodox styles, using loops, sequencing, pitch shifting and other methods. I thought perhaps I could work up something that would add to the over-all ethereal quality of the song. So far I'm really happy with it, though it looks like it will turn into a long-term project. It wouldn't be the first time a random idea grew into a time-eating monster.
Wouldn't it be cool if there was a way I could let the band hear it? Maybe see what they think? Oh, I know...that's much too much to wish for. But I'll say this...I would be proud to show it to them. I think I do a good job on it because their music has become a part of me. Just yesterday I was watching the performance of "Untitled 8" from the "Heima" disc. I've heard that song at least a hundred times, and yet it still blows me away. The live version is simply incredible, with the string quartet's sustained notes providing a gorgeous backdrop to the electricity of the band.
Having spent so much time with "Heima" I must say that I am truly impressed with Amiina, the string quartet who have been playing with Sigur Ros for the past few years. They have a couple of albums available, and they are both in prominent postitions on my "wish list".
And I also realized, hearing the seamless merging of strings and electric instruments that these guys have produced sonething that can truly be likened to classical music in all it's grace and subtlety. I have always been a fan of prog-rock and what has always been known as "classical rock"...but when you put all that stuff up against what Sigur Ros is doing you quickly realize that the most it has ever done is try to fuse some generally accepted understanding of what classical music is with the trappings of a rock sound. The result rarely sounds anything like classical music OR rock. Sigur Ros, on the other hand, aren't trying to combine anything. Yet the music they make succeeds in conjuring a classical sensiblility. I could cite several examples here, but I'd rather let you buy the albums and see for yourself (if, that is, you care for such things).
In short, they make the most beautiful music I have ever heard in my 45 years (46 here in about a week).
Okay, that's my monthly Sigur Ros adoration rant.
I wound up not going to OKC last night. The reason I gave Redd was that I couldn't afford the gas to get there. And that is the truth. But I just didn't feel up to the journey. I was tired. I got up too early and by the time 5:00 o'clock came around I didn't have it in me to make the trip. Then he told me that Bobo had cancelled, too. Lisle probably wouldn't be there, either, because he was nursing a banged-up knee. Big D had already renigged, and it was a good bet that the Big Man wouldn't show. I guess we all bailed...and I do feel bad about that...it seems like every time we plan to congregate a few from the old Festive crew, something comes up and the whole thing goes straight down the toilet.
I would really enjoy a full-on Festives reunion. Warty, Redd, Capital, Big D, the Big Man, T-Bone, Gunner, Jack...aww, man, that would be one helluva party, let me assure you of that. But the odds of that happening in any of our lifetimes are as slim as they get. But, oh, the memories. What a phenomenally cool bunch of guys to call friends (did you notice that they all have nicknames? Just like some kind of grade school boys club. Mine, by the way, is Jimbo).
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: "All of This and Nothing" by the Psychedelic Furs. It's one of the best career retrospectives that has ever been released. Of course, they only had a couple of big hits, but whoever assembled this album had a good understanding of what they were about and what songs best conveyed it. I've loved the Furs since the first album...actually, since the first single, which I bought as an import. It came out before the American release of their self-titled debut. "We Love You" b/w "Pulse". I thought both of those songs were awesome. I immediately bought the album when it came out. Every song is great. I liked the way vocalist Richard Butler sounded like a cross between David Bowie and Johnny Rotten. And I also loved the way Duncan Kilburn's alto saxophone set it apart from just about any other band doing this sort of music. I was so disappointed when Kilburn left the band...I really didn't think they had much of a future after that. But they wound up making a couple more excellent albums. For months after "Talk Talk Talk" came out you could see me driving around town in my dad's yellow Ford Maverick singing along to that record from start to finish (then over again). That car didn't even have a stereo in it. I toted a boombox around for the sole purpose of listening to music on the road. There wasn't a single song on that whole album that I didn't love. Especially the side closers, "She Is Mine" and "All of This and Nothing". Those songs alone made it worth all the time and trouble it took to record the vinyl LP onto a TDK cassette tape so I could cruise with it.
I received a comment from a kind soul who has also been doing the MySpace Karaoke thing...this anonymous poster let me know that there is a key change option on the recorder. You may recall that I was bitching and moaning about so many of the songs being out of my range. I looked and looked and still could not find a key changer. Finally I spotted it. I had been under the impression that the slide bar on the far right was a music level fader. But lo and behold, it was the ever elusive key changer. So, thank you to whoever it was that clued me in.
Using that handy function I was able to throw down a nice version of the Stone's "Brown Sugar". That one was a lot of fun to do and it doesn't sound half bad...at least in regards to the music/vocal mix. I put in a little quip about how the song is not the most "politically correct" number that Mick Jagger ever wrote. And then, at the end, there's a part about how Jagger is a "chick magnet", and how I can't figure that out, seeing as how "he's not exactly one of the most attractive people in the world." The website is a ton of fun, but it's unbelievable how fast the hours pass when you're on it.
The rest of this day has been spent doing a re-mix of Sigur Ros' "Glosoli" on the Acid 7.0 Music Studio. I had the idea a few months back to merge some of their songs into one...that concept flopped, as it should have been apparent that the time signatures and keys would likely not fit together. The project I'm working on now utilyzes my voice to add slight harmony aspects and ambience to the song. I know that a lot of what the band does is a variation of the same thing, ie. Jonsi's voice is used as an instrument not only in the way you'd expect from a singer, but also in other unorthodox styles, using loops, sequencing, pitch shifting and other methods. I thought perhaps I could work up something that would add to the over-all ethereal quality of the song. So far I'm really happy with it, though it looks like it will turn into a long-term project. It wouldn't be the first time a random idea grew into a time-eating monster.
Wouldn't it be cool if there was a way I could let the band hear it? Maybe see what they think? Oh, I know...that's much too much to wish for. But I'll say this...I would be proud to show it to them. I think I do a good job on it because their music has become a part of me. Just yesterday I was watching the performance of "Untitled 8" from the "Heima" disc. I've heard that song at least a hundred times, and yet it still blows me away. The live version is simply incredible, with the string quartet's sustained notes providing a gorgeous backdrop to the electricity of the band.
Having spent so much time with "Heima" I must say that I am truly impressed with Amiina, the string quartet who have been playing with Sigur Ros for the past few years. They have a couple of albums available, and they are both in prominent postitions on my "wish list".
And I also realized, hearing the seamless merging of strings and electric instruments that these guys have produced sonething that can truly be likened to classical music in all it's grace and subtlety. I have always been a fan of prog-rock and what has always been known as "classical rock"...but when you put all that stuff up against what Sigur Ros is doing you quickly realize that the most it has ever done is try to fuse some generally accepted understanding of what classical music is with the trappings of a rock sound. The result rarely sounds anything like classical music OR rock. Sigur Ros, on the other hand, aren't trying to combine anything. Yet the music they make succeeds in conjuring a classical sensiblility. I could cite several examples here, but I'd rather let you buy the albums and see for yourself (if, that is, you care for such things).
In short, they make the most beautiful music I have ever heard in my 45 years (46 here in about a week).
Okay, that's my monthly Sigur Ros adoration rant.
I wound up not going to OKC last night. The reason I gave Redd was that I couldn't afford the gas to get there. And that is the truth. But I just didn't feel up to the journey. I was tired. I got up too early and by the time 5:00 o'clock came around I didn't have it in me to make the trip. Then he told me that Bobo had cancelled, too. Lisle probably wouldn't be there, either, because he was nursing a banged-up knee. Big D had already renigged, and it was a good bet that the Big Man wouldn't show. I guess we all bailed...and I do feel bad about that...it seems like every time we plan to congregate a few from the old Festive crew, something comes up and the whole thing goes straight down the toilet.
I would really enjoy a full-on Festives reunion. Warty, Redd, Capital, Big D, the Big Man, T-Bone, Gunner, Jack...aww, man, that would be one helluva party, let me assure you of that. But the odds of that happening in any of our lifetimes are as slim as they get. But, oh, the memories. What a phenomenally cool bunch of guys to call friends (did you notice that they all have nicknames? Just like some kind of grade school boys club. Mine, by the way, is Jimbo).
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: "All of This and Nothing" by the Psychedelic Furs. It's one of the best career retrospectives that has ever been released. Of course, they only had a couple of big hits, but whoever assembled this album had a good understanding of what they were about and what songs best conveyed it. I've loved the Furs since the first album...actually, since the first single, which I bought as an import. It came out before the American release of their self-titled debut. "We Love You" b/w "Pulse". I thought both of those songs were awesome. I immediately bought the album when it came out. Every song is great. I liked the way vocalist Richard Butler sounded like a cross between David Bowie and Johnny Rotten. And I also loved the way Duncan Kilburn's alto saxophone set it apart from just about any other band doing this sort of music. I was so disappointed when Kilburn left the band...I really didn't think they had much of a future after that. But they wound up making a couple more excellent albums. For months after "Talk Talk Talk" came out you could see me driving around town in my dad's yellow Ford Maverick singing along to that record from start to finish (then over again). That car didn't even have a stereo in it. I toted a boombox around for the sole purpose of listening to music on the road. There wasn't a single song on that whole album that I didn't love. Especially the side closers, "She Is Mine" and "All of This and Nothing". Those songs alone made it worth all the time and trouble it took to record the vinyl LP onto a TDK cassette tape so I could cruise with it.
4.11.2008
"Junk Days"
Another blast from the past.Here I am, shooting up a nice score of heroin. I'll never forget it. 1993 and the gettin' was good. I was livin' in Seminole, which is only about 15 miles from Wewoka (a small town known in some circles as "Little Chicago"). If it was controlled substances you wanted, Wewoka was the place to find 'em. Hell, I remember one time when I stopped to put some gas in the tank and this total stranger just walked up to me and asked if I wanted to buy some hash. I'd never had that happen to me before. It's only too bad that the hash turned out to be not-so-good.
My roommate and I knew at least 6 connections for smack in Little Chicago. We kept them well-fed and put clothes on their backs with the amounts of horse we purchased from them. I do believe that a few of them were under the impression that we were selling. But no, it was all for personal use. Shit, man, we were sticking needles into our veins at least 4 or 5 times a day. It wasn't too long before all of 'em were tapped out and we had to poke the needles straight into our eyes. That, my friend, will REALLY get you high.
Eventually one of our sources introduced us to his main man, a fat, cigar chomping mobster from the local Mafia union. He was pushing some serious kilos and asked us if we wanted a part of that action. It was a peachy deal. We'd have to buy in more bulk than we were used to, but the savings would surely compensate for that. Besides, the needle in the eye trick was working like a charm. We only used one eye, because, hell, a man has to SEE what he's doing. The particular eye that I used was caved in, a mass of blood and gore, eyeball long since torn to shreds...but that didn't matter. The location was so close to the brain that the need for veins was eradicated. It didn't even hurt too much...it got to be fairly numb after two or three months of excrutiating pain.
So, long story short, we hooked up with this big guy and he supplied us with enough China White to not only keep ourselves in horse heaven for years, but to give some to our luckier friends on special occassions as well. I was hooked like a fish on a line for a long time, but I'm happy to say that those days are all behind me now. They are the stuff of dreams.
Every once in a while, as I'm walking down the sidewalks of Little Chicago, I will lift up my patch and frighten young children with the gruesome spectacle of the heroin ravaged carnage that was once my left eye. Young children, grown men and women, the elderly...they all seem to get a fright out of the sight. Personally, I can't see what's so scary about it...
Well, the novelty of MySpace Karaoke has worn off for me, after spending several hours with it yesterday and a couple more this morning. I’ve learned a valuable lesson: I should probably stay away from karaoke bars. It’s not that I can’t sing…but there are only a limited number of songs I can do justice to. I have the freedom to write within my range when I compose my own songs. The tracks they use all seem to be a key or two higher than what I am comfortable with. Which results in a totally cringe-worthy listening experience.
That said, I do kind of like my version of the Psychedelic Furs’ “Pretty In Pink” (which I linked two or three posts down from this one). Of course, I’ve been singing along to the original on that one since about 1982, so it wasn’t too hard to do. And my take on Billy Swan’s “I Can Help” is not too bad if you can get the humor in it. But after that I gave up trying to do it up right. I resorted to one of the silly effect pre-sets and recorded a bizarre rendering of the Andrea True Connection’s disco classic “More More More”.
It is a lot of fun, and my son is going to have a blast with it (he is quite a good singer and loves karaoke). As for me, I think I’ll lay it aside for the time being. Surely I can find more productive things to do.
I have plans for a trip to Oklahoma City tonight. My best friend lives there and his band is playing their final show at the Belle Isle Brewery. I’ve got their CD but I’ve only seen then play live once. They are extremely good. They’re called Little League Hero. They’ve been together for at least 10 years that I know of, though there have been a couple of line-up changes (mainly in the bass player slot). It’s sad to see them bow out, but all good things must come to an end, eh?
More important than seeing the band, to me, at least, is the chance to hang out with some naggas I don’t get the chance to see all too often. Capital is coming out of hiding for the event. BoBo is coming up from Texas. The plan was for Big D to accompany him, but apparently work travel called him away. That’s too bad, because I love the guy. The Big Man (not to be confused with Big D) may make an appearance, but I wouldn’t put any money on it, because he has become even more of a hermit than Capital.
I know it will be big fun, but I’m still hesitant to go.
Number one, I don’t like driving to OKC. Even though I’ve found an alternate route that will keep me off of the interstates, I still dread the trip.
Number two, good God but have you seen the gas prices? $3.29 here in town. I find it hard to justify spending so much money for a tank of gas (that will be burned up for a journey that is not exactly essential) when we have so many other things we need to get. I’m surprised that my wife doesn’t have a problem with it…but she does want me to get out and socialize a bit, seeing as how I am an even bigger hermit than Capital OR the Big Man.
And finally…I have to drive to Chandler and back here in about 2 hours. If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s traveling somewhere, coming back home, then driving somewhere else. I wouldn’t have a problem with it if I could go from Chandler straight on to the City, but there’s no route that would save me any more time than coming back home and heading out again later. Actually, that’s not really true…I don’t know why I think it is…the real reason is that if I leave Chandler when I think I am going to, I will arrive in OKC too early for my tastes. I do want to see my friends, but I do not want to lollygag around there hours before the show. I don’t even think my naggas will even be congregated by the time I would get there.
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On an unrelated note…have there ever, in the history of television advertising, been so many stupid, annoying commercials? Maybe it’s just me…corporate sponsors are not aiming these stinkers at my demographic, apparently. Maybe the young folks don’t have such a harsh opinion of them as I do. Who knows, they might actually enjoy them? I don’t see how.
For instance, those three idiots with their dumb little band and the singer bemoaning how he wouldn’t be wearing a stupid costume in a seafood joint if he’d only checked out his credit score. Or every single one of the spots that use massacred versions of Beatles songs (Michael Jackson must really be hard up for the cash). Or that goofy bozo who cooks up the steaks at Golden Corral, who has a special kind of radar that helps him determine just how his customers want their steak cooked. His friends call it “Steak-dar”. Now please, someone tell me that isn’t so idiotic that it makes you want to puke.
Just TV. It’s to be expected. The best course of action is to completely tune them out. Don’t give them the power to insult your intelligence. Don’t dwell on the idea that if this is all Madison Avenue has to offer, well, you could have been a millionaire by now with your own superior ideas (and no doubt they would be…I sometimes think these ads are created in an experiment with 5th graders).
That said, I do kind of like my version of the Psychedelic Furs’ “Pretty In Pink” (which I linked two or three posts down from this one). Of course, I’ve been singing along to the original on that one since about 1982, so it wasn’t too hard to do. And my take on Billy Swan’s “I Can Help” is not too bad if you can get the humor in it. But after that I gave up trying to do it up right. I resorted to one of the silly effect pre-sets and recorded a bizarre rendering of the Andrea True Connection’s disco classic “More More More”.
It is a lot of fun, and my son is going to have a blast with it (he is quite a good singer and loves karaoke). As for me, I think I’ll lay it aside for the time being. Surely I can find more productive things to do.
I have plans for a trip to Oklahoma City tonight. My best friend lives there and his band is playing their final show at the Belle Isle Brewery. I’ve got their CD but I’ve only seen then play live once. They are extremely good. They’re called Little League Hero. They’ve been together for at least 10 years that I know of, though there have been a couple of line-up changes (mainly in the bass player slot). It’s sad to see them bow out, but all good things must come to an end, eh?
More important than seeing the band, to me, at least, is the chance to hang out with some naggas I don’t get the chance to see all too often. Capital is coming out of hiding for the event. BoBo is coming up from Texas. The plan was for Big D to accompany him, but apparently work travel called him away. That’s too bad, because I love the guy. The Big Man (not to be confused with Big D) may make an appearance, but I wouldn’t put any money on it, because he has become even more of a hermit than Capital.
I know it will be big fun, but I’m still hesitant to go.
Number one, I don’t like driving to OKC. Even though I’ve found an alternate route that will keep me off of the interstates, I still dread the trip.
Number two, good God but have you seen the gas prices? $3.29 here in town. I find it hard to justify spending so much money for a tank of gas (that will be burned up for a journey that is not exactly essential) when we have so many other things we need to get. I’m surprised that my wife doesn’t have a problem with it…but she does want me to get out and socialize a bit, seeing as how I am an even bigger hermit than Capital OR the Big Man.
And finally…I have to drive to Chandler and back here in about 2 hours. If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s traveling somewhere, coming back home, then driving somewhere else. I wouldn’t have a problem with it if I could go from Chandler straight on to the City, but there’s no route that would save me any more time than coming back home and heading out again later. Actually, that’s not really true…I don’t know why I think it is…the real reason is that if I leave Chandler when I think I am going to, I will arrive in OKC too early for my tastes. I do want to see my friends, but I do not want to lollygag around there hours before the show. I don’t even think my naggas will even be congregated by the time I would get there.
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On an unrelated note…have there ever, in the history of television advertising, been so many stupid, annoying commercials? Maybe it’s just me…corporate sponsors are not aiming these stinkers at my demographic, apparently. Maybe the young folks don’t have such a harsh opinion of them as I do. Who knows, they might actually enjoy them? I don’t see how.
For instance, those three idiots with their dumb little band and the singer bemoaning how he wouldn’t be wearing a stupid costume in a seafood joint if he’d only checked out his credit score. Or every single one of the spots that use massacred versions of Beatles songs (Michael Jackson must really be hard up for the cash). Or that goofy bozo who cooks up the steaks at Golden Corral, who has a special kind of radar that helps him determine just how his customers want their steak cooked. His friends call it “Steak-dar”. Now please, someone tell me that isn’t so idiotic that it makes you want to puke.
Just TV. It’s to be expected. The best course of action is to completely tune them out. Don’t give them the power to insult your intelligence. Don’t dwell on the idea that if this is all Madison Avenue has to offer, well, you could have been a millionaire by now with your own superior ideas (and no doubt they would be…I sometimes think these ads are created in an experiment with 5th graders).
4.10.2008
Linda B, heart throb of my early days
I won't use her name here because when I have done so in the past I've got tons of visitors who only showed up to see the erotic photos I had posted of her. I guess there are bloggers who covet numbers (I wouldn't mind beefing up my own readership) , but I'd rather not be "the blog where you can find sexy shots of LB."Of course, I had a huge crush on LB in my early teens. I guess I'm no different than all the others looking for those kinds of pictures. And there are many to be found on the internet. I never thought she'd had so many taken. The only erotic layout I remember her doing was for an issue of OUI magazine (I didn't even know how to pronouce it at the time...ha). But apparently she did a lot more than just that.
Here's the cover of the infamous October 1982 issue of Oui. The photograph above is one I found this morning, in the back of a Playboy magazine. I haven't seen it anywhere before and it's actually quite stunning.
Snookie
This is a photo taken in June of '75. I had just turned 13. Here I am holding the family dog, Snookie.
Snookie was a unique dog. Half domesticated and half wild dog, she used to disappear for days at a time. I'm not sure exactly where she would go, but assumed she had carved out a niche for herself in the wooded area across the street from our house. There were several cows there and sometimes you'd see Snookie barking at them, running around by their legs as if she were rounding them up in a cattle drive back in the old West.
She must have hunted down and killed her own meals, because I don't remember her eating dog food. It got to the point where we didn't even leave any out in her bowl.
I remember one afternoon, my brother and I were playing in a cement tunnel beneath the road. We had gathered up a lot of bottles and were throwing them at the walls, breaking them. We didn't think about all the glass scattered on the floor. Snookie came around to see what all the commotion was. She cut her heels pretty badly. I felt really awful about it...I don't know why I didn't realize the damage that might be done if she were to show up. She healed quickly though.
I guess she had a long life for a dog. But one day, as I looked out of the window, I saw her lying on her side in the middle of the carport. I didn't know if she was asleep or what. I hoped that was the case. But she seemed too still. When I went out to check on her I saw the blood trailing from her mouth. I called my dad and he came home from work to bury her. I don't think she had been hit by a car or anything...I seem to recall being told that she died of a hemhorrage.
She was a good old dog, though. We all loved her.
I stumbled upon another time-consuming (ie. time wasting) internet site this morning. MySpace Karaoke is pretty much what it says it is. You choose from a (rather limited) selection of songs and record a version featuring your own singing. Then you can post them to the site and have others listen to and rate them. You can do the same for others, but be warned that there are many less-than-enjoyable performances mixed in with the lot.
I'm not sure if my rendering of the Psychedic Furs "Pretty In Pink" belongs in the category...probably does...but for better or worse it's there. If you'd like to hear it, click on the link below.
"Pretty In Pink" featuring yours truly
I'm not sure if my rendering of the Psychedic Furs "Pretty In Pink" belongs in the category...probably does...but for better or worse it's there. If you'd like to hear it, click on the link below.
"Pretty In Pink" featuring yours truly
4.09.2008
More King Tongue pics
Here are four more King Tongue photos that I somehow neglected to post in the last one.
King Tongue
The year 2000 was a very good one for me as a musician. My old band, Head, who hadn't played together since 1992, reformed as King Tongue. Picking up where Head left off, we wrote a lot of original songs. Some of them were the best I've ever collaborated on. Plus, we learned a ton of cover songs. As s result, our efforts paid off as we were given a monthly slot at a club called Long Ears, where we garnered a small cult following.
It wasn't always so good there. I remember our first gig...I said, "Does anybody have a request? Is there something we can play for you tonight?" Some wise ass hollered "Yeah...jhow about the JUKE BOX!" .
It was always a well-kept secret where we got our band's name. I don't think anyone outside of the band knows. But now that we've been history for 8 years. I suppose I can reveal it's source:
It came from an ad in the back of a Hustler magazine advertising one of those badly produced porno films. This one featured a man with an incredibly huge tongue (most assuredly prosthetic) and it was called KING TONGUE. I thought that was so funny and that it made the perfect band name. Lots of double meanings there.
I thought I'd post a few photos...a couple of the band, the cover of the album we never made (seeing as how we broke up before recording it) and a few flyers.
March 2000
March 2000
Our unrealized album
"This Is the Part About the Horses"
September 22nd/23rd flyer
May 19th flyer
May 19th Flyer
Generic flyer
It wasn't always so good there. I remember our first gig...I said, "Does anybody have a request? Is there something we can play for you tonight?" Some wise ass hollered "Yeah...jhow about the JUKE BOX!" .
It was always a well-kept secret where we got our band's name. I don't think anyone outside of the band knows. But now that we've been history for 8 years. I suppose I can reveal it's source:
It came from an ad in the back of a Hustler magazine advertising one of those badly produced porno films. This one featured a man with an incredibly huge tongue (most assuredly prosthetic) and it was called KING TONGUE. I thought that was so funny and that it made the perfect band name. Lots of double meanings there.
I thought I'd post a few photos...a couple of the band, the cover of the album we never made (seeing as how we broke up before recording it) and a few flyers.
March 2000
March 2000
Our unrealized album"This Is the Part About the Horses"
September 22nd/23rd flyer
May 19th flyer
May 19th Flyer
Generic flyerMusic Video of the Week: Bad Brains
As usual, you'll need to pause the Project Playlist music player near the bottom of the page before clicking on this video.
"I Against I" (live in Holland)
Bad Brains
"I Against I" (live in Holland)
Bad Brains
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