1. Madness: The Liberty Of Norton Felgate 2. Murray Head: Say It Ain’t So Joe 3. Richard Lloyd: Wait Until Tomorrow 4. Tanya Tucker: Oh, Lonesome Me 5. Brinsley Forde: Your Love Is Overdue 6. Tulipomania: More 7. Mary McBride: Old Lea Johnson 8. Ornette Coleman: Blues Connotation 9. Savoy Brown: Stay While The Night Is Young 10. Amy Rigby: Dancing With Joey Ramone 11. Wreckless Eric: Hit And Miss Judy 12. Patto: Singing The Blues On Reds 13. The Marvelettes: I’ll Keep Holding On 14. Big Al Anderson: Something In The Water 15. Clarence Clemons: Resurrection Shuffle 16. Bob Dylan: Desolation Row (alt. take) 17. Zoot Money's Big Roll Band: Big Time Operator 18. Gallon Drunk: To Love Somebody 19. Yvonne Fair: I Found You 20. Percy Mayfield: Ha Ha In The Daytime
Any album that contains a couplet like - "They call me Motherfucker...yes, they do. That's Mister Motherfucker...to YOU" absolutely HAS to bethe NoFoSo Alb o’ The Week: Angus Khan: Black Leather Soul This is as ROCK as it gets. In fact, it can't get any rocker. Everything that is greatabout Motörhead, AC/DC, Van Halen, Blue Öyster Cult, Alice Cooper, (early) Aerosmith and Ted Nugent is RIGHT HERE, which means not only do their play their asses off, they got a highly developed sense of FUN, too. Something the current bunch of miserable twenty-something rocker wannabes could use, if you ask me.You probably thought Frank Meyer and Dino Everett gave it everything they could in The Streetwalking Cheetahs, but this monster bumps it up a thousand notches. It sets a new bar and needs to be heard, loud, all the time, everywhere. Frank,it is now YOUR TIME. Take it to the bank, mate.
The Guilty Pleasure: Sodsai Chaengkij: The Boat That I Row
Last Week’s Listener Thumbs-Ups: New Math: American Survival Mott The Hoople: Roll Away The Stone The Who: I’m A Boy Eddie Holland: Leaving Here Ronnie Lane & Slim Chance: How Come Ian Hunter: Girl From The Office Ian Hunter: Man Overboard Ian Hunter: Flowers Kylie Harris: Miles And Miles Peter C Johnson: I Wanna Be Sedated The Velvet Underground: Heroin (mono) TG Sheppard & Jerry Lee Lewis: The Killer The Beatles: Money (That’s What I Want) The B-52s: Planet Claire Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers: Don’t Do Me Like That Tim Buckley: Look At The Fool The Butterfield Blues Band: Walkin’ Blues Hank Mizell: Jungle Rock Buddy Holly: Bo Diddley Tracie Hunter Band: Religion Kim Simmonds: Out Of The Blue Matthew Sweet & Suzanna Hoffs: I’ve Seen All Good People: Your Move/All Good People Martha Reeves & The Vandellas: Nowhere To Run Gene Casey & The Lone Sharks: Gone Hollywood Dave Alvin & The Guilty Women: Downey Girl Neil Young: Only Love Can Break Your Heart Kate Bush: Somewhere In Between XTC: Greenman Show Me Action: Sebastian And The Island New York Dolls: Better Than You Juliette & The Licks: You’re Speaking My Language Iggy Pop: Girls Albert King: Crosscut Saw Albert Lee: That’s Alright Mama 22 Pistepirkko: Birdy The Neville Brothers: Yellow Moon The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band: Canyons Of Your Mind Wesley Reynolds: Trip To The Moon Will Calhoun: Coast To Coast Mudcrutch: Wild Eyes Amy Rigby & Wreckless Eric: Here Comes My Ship Ian McNabb (feat: Mike Scott) New Light Shorty Long: Devil With The Blue Dress Rubén Blades Y Seis Del Solar: Cuentas Del Alma Wynder K Frog: Jumping Jack Flash Solomon Burke: Cry To Me
A frequent punishment for us 'fags' (new boys) at the 2nd division British public school I was made to attend was to get up at morning bell (7.20am) and run a couple of miles to another house across town. Wake up a crabby senior boy, get him to sign a chit, hoof it back, shower, and be ready for breakfast at 8am. If your transgression was bad enough, you might have to run to three different houses and if you didn't make it back in time for breakfast, you'd have do it again the following day and so on. Until you got it 'right'. These were known as 'tish calls' because one had to visit a 'partition' in a dormitory where a boy was supposed to be able to sleep soundly without being molested. These sadistic penalties would be handed out by some little Hitler or senior creep (most likely a junior municipal politician or ambulance-chaser in-the-making) because one might have talked during prep or polished their shoes inadequately. If a senior boy had a menial task that was 'beneath' him, all he had to do was yell "FAG!" and the first year lads (three of us) would have to sprint down the corridor toward the source. If you were the last to reach him, you got the job. It blew, and basically you just had to ride it out until it was your turn to terrorize some other poor kid four years hence. This was a school where you had to have your trouser pockets sewn up so you couldn't slouch around with your hands in them. Young gentlemen in the making, ha!
One day, I stole a copy of something a senior boy had leftin an area forbidden to us lowly scum. It was called International Times, and I think it belonged to Martin Atkins. He was probably the coolest guy in the house at the time simply by virtue of possessing the Small Faces' 'Tin Soldier' in a picture sleeve. It didn't take much. I was deemed a miserable little toe-rag. My parents had sent me - a soccer player - to a school that played fucking rugby, a barbarian sport for thugs and thickos. Just about the only thing that offered me any solace was knowing I already had a better record collection than all of them put together, thanks to my uncle who worked for Decca. None of them had a test pressing of the first Them album or, for that matter, 'A' labels of The Rolling Stones' 'Come On' (given to me a week before it hit the streets), The Small Faces' 'I've Got Mine' or 'A Legal Matter' by The Who (as heard on "wonderful Radio London".
Them (Decca, 1965) The Rolling Stones: 'Come On' (Decca, 1963) The Who: 'A Legal Matter' (Brunswick, 1966) The Small Faces: 'I've Got Mine' (Decca, 1965)
I was nearly 15, and up until now my preferred reading was Disc & Music Echo, The New Musical Express, Melody Maker, The Aquarist, Charles Buchan's Football Monthly, Ring Wrestling,Health & Efficiency and anything with the name Harrison Marks on the cover. But the International Times opened up a whole 'nother world. One that seemed far more exciting, and not only because it printed words like "fuck" and showed the odd pube (something H&E and the like saw fit to airbrush, leaving June Palmer, Jayne Tracey and Pamela Green not only 'bald' but sporting a gussett most unnatural. I knew that because Chloe, a choreographer for the Western Theatre Ballet, had shown me hers when I was 10. But that's another story.
We were seeing 'freaks' like Arthur Brown and The Pretty Things on Top Of The Pops or A Whole Scene Going, but the mainstream media had always looked down its nose at this stuff. Articles in The Sunday Times or Observer colour supplementson contemporary artists like Chris Burdenor Otto Muehl always seemed condescending and derisive of their far out performance art 'events'.And surely this awful 'music' would eventually go away and musicians would all fall in line, start playing proper instruments and get their hair cut. But here was a publication that encouraged freedom of expression in all forms, be it cultural or sexual and suddenly radical new ideas were being presented. In fact, the 'revolution' was encouraged! I hated school, didn't much like authority and started to feel a kinship with anything that kicked against boring oppressors. The oboe gave way to the saxophone. The only advantage of being an oboe-ist in a traditional orchestra layout (by my reckoning) is the glimpse of mature, white panty when the first 'cello positions her instrument at the start (and repositions at the end) of a piece.
School Orchestra, June '68
So my hair gradually crept over my collar. I was already as big a fan of the Mothers Of Invention as someone with barely any money stuck in the middle of Rutland could be and, in the classifieds in the back of the paper, there was an ad for a poster of a naked Frank Zappa sitting on the toilet.
Another depicted a large, pink blobby figure was pointing to smaller version of the same thing exclaiming "Sod Off!" I felt this was more appropriate for my 'study' wall (a 6' x 8' cell I shared with Edmunds, M where we stashed our tuckboxes, brewed our own ginger beer and might have glanced at the occasional biology or geography text book) than the wrestling posters currently adorning them.
So I sent off some money and hoped for the best. 2 weeks later a tube showed up and the Farleigh housemaster, Ian Pringle, immediately confiscated the Sod Off poster, probably to give to his son..or wife. Still, there was a catalogue included that contained other items on offer. I wanted them all. Gorgeous, multi-colour posters advertising concerts (Traffic at the Saville Theatre), bands (The Move, Tomorrow), 'happenings' (14 Hour Technicolour Dream, Legalize Pot Rally), clubs (UFO, Middle Earth),featuring works by Martin Sharp and something called Hapshash & The Coloured Coat.
Some were printed on silver or gold heavy-duty paper, others used day-glo ink and all were beautiful examples of ground-breaking, psychedelic graphic design. I rustled some money together and ordered a Mr. Tambourine Man
and a Max Ernst poster
and they came - this time - with a letter inviting me to become an 'agent' for the company -Big O Posters. For every 10 posters I sold, I'd get one free (but not one involving a 5th colour or larger than 20" x 30"). My first job! And it lasted as long as it took to get enough posters to cover my share of our study wallspace. One of which was this beauty.
Had I been a couple of years older, I would have somehow inserted myself into this weird and wonderful new scene, but I got stuck doing 'O' Levels, learning to roll joints and trying to lose my virginity. Anyway, Mick Farren- whose name and abundant afro cropped up regularly during those times (not only as the vocalist for the first do-it-yourself indy band, The Social Deviants but occasional columnist/reviewer for IT) writes brilliantly and hilariously about what I missed in 'Give The Anarchist A Cigarette',
one of the most entertaining and enlightening books I've ever read. In fact, it was this book that gave me pause with the blog a few weeks ago. It just made me feel inadequate as a 'writer' and I needed to regain some confidence. Try and find it, it really is great.
Next thing I know, I'm failing all my exams, discoveringsherry and Southern Comfort, stacking shelves at Tesco in Crouch End,snogging with and eventually getting Sonia the checkout girl next to the maraschino cherries in the warehouse upstairs and getting thrown out of the house by my mother after she discovered a lump of Lebanese Gold worth about 10/- or 50p as it was now known. Time was spent reading mags like Oz and Friendz, books by Burroughs, Thompson, Castaneda, comics like The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers, in fact, anything with Gilbert Shelton in it,Nasty Tales and grooving intently to The Deviants, the Pink Fairies, The Pretty Things, The Edgar Broughton Band and mighty space-groovers, Hawkwind. You might enjoy reading about some of them inRich Deakin's Keep It Together!: Cosmic Boogie with The Deviants and The Pink Fairies and, as I've said before, I enjoyed getting turned on to new stuff by ace djs like AndyDunkley, Jeff Dexter,PeteDrummond and John Peel.
All of this prepared me nicely for my imminent start in the music business...making the tea.
In March 1994, Mick Farren, very kindly, sent me a copy of his 'The Lonesome Death Of Gene Vincent...and 44 Other Poems And Lyrics' for my "amusement".
It came with a note saying he and founding member of Blodwyn Pig, Jack Lancaster were working on "an electronic-music poetry project that we believe is a hell of a lot more sophisticated than a lot of what's going on in that field" andthatwhen they had "some recordings that we're satisfied with, we may well come and bother you".
RULES OF THE GAME There is no way to explain the feeling of that harnessed gig when it’s sailing the stormy seas of perfection. I’ve read thousands of books about rock and roll and rarely if ever is the writer able to nail the feeling of an artist when he or she is hitting the zone. I’m certainly aware of how lucky I am that I cherish my occupation and find such joy in it. It’s so much more than just the 90 minutes spent on stage. The writing of the material brings me a euphoric sense of well being. The rehearsal is incredibly satisfying and challenging. The studying of other artist’s output, particularly the ones I respect is time well spent. I find solace in the recording studio. I’m crazy about the ritual prior to the show, designing the minimal props on stage, the choosing of the clothes, going over the lighting cues, deciding on the recorded intro music as the audience enters the venue, the departure music, the changing of the strings, pondering the pacing, the making of the set list: I love it all.The same song can be played in an infinite number of ways. Songs written years ago can take on new and more mature meanings when played under new (read: older) life circumstances. Angry songs become funny songs. Love songs become songs of resignation. Topical songs are rendered obsolete or nostalgic. Songs that seemed to be filler somehow become profound. They’re all my children taking on lives of their own. They often surprise me in their manifestations.Rarely do I take a lengthy period of time between gigs. Often I’m playing 5 or 6 times a week. But sometimes there’s two or three weeks between gigs and it only takes that first chord, plugged into an amp and played at maximum volume to remind me of how much fulfillment I get from this because this is what I was born to do.The only person in the audience I care about is me. But isn’t that the ultimate respect for the audience? In other words, as a chef I wouldn’t serve you anything I wouldn’t eat myself, and yet would try to dazzle the shit out of my palette as I was eating it. Here is the gauge: If Ed Hamell was in the audience what would he need to hear? I’m a tough critic man. I saw The Who and Jimi Hendrix when I was 14 and this set the bar so astronomically high that you really have to explode in every way to impress me. Or have a boatload of heart. So what do I need to see and hear? First: Transport me. Take me out of my present state; bring me somewhere where I forget where I am for 90 minutes. Do it in such a way that I’m excited, I want a roller-coaster ride, a thrill ride that runs the emotional gamut from laughter to tears. Second: Don’t insult my fucking intelligence. Don’t dummy down. Don’t try to appeal to the “largest demographic possible”. The very phrase makes me want to fucking puke. Third: I want to leave the show thinking, “Wow, I got real insight into to this guy. He bravely confessed things to me I never would have anticipated and he did it in such a way that were both silly and profound and everywhere in between.” Fourth: How about a little style? Distinctive style. Something you’ve painstakingly developed over a period of time and you wear the scars of that development on your sleeve. (Or head, in my case)Yeah, I can detect your influences but not so overtly that I feel you’re downright copying somebody. (Read: I HATE Lenny Kravitz. It’s such hideous arrogant bullshit that he should be exiled to the Island of Bad, just plain fucking BAD. Please don’t write me any emails defending him; if you like him you have shitty taste. You’re not a music fan, you’re an idiot. Cancel your subscription to my blog, I couldn’t care less. I’m not looking to have the most friends on my Facebook page. Dane Cook has the most friends on his Facebook page and he’s another idiot.) Fifth: Play every gig like it’s your last. Give 100% every night, whether there are 1,000 people or 6. Never take for granted how lucky you are to be able to do it. The best case scenario is you wring out your shirt after the gig. I find this particularly admirable if you’re a woman and we share a dressing room. (I wonder if Joan Jett needs an opening act. Hmm….) I was NOT inherently gifted. There were many other players as I was growing up that could play Eric Clapton licks note for note when they were 15. They could sing like John Lennon. They looked like Robert Plant on stage. I envied their ease of rock and roll operation. I was not one of those guys. Every move, every note, every stage banter and gesture has been painstakingly fought for through very hard work and years of practice. But a lot of those guys are sitting on a bar stool somewhere or if they’re lucky, considering the economic status of Upstate New York these days, they still have their job in a factory. I, on the other hand, have the tenacity of a cockroach. It was all I ever wanted to do, make my life music. By hook or by crook I was going to do it. Six: Choose your influences well. There’s no need to be hyper critical of them. There are certain artists, Lou Reed, Warren Zevon, Bob Dylan, Nick Cave, Alan Vega, Shawn Ryder, Mark E. Smith, Leonard Cohen, Jack White, Iggy Pop, that when a record comes out it’s like a letter from a friend. I don’t scrutinize letters from friends and say, “Oh, the one he wrote in 2003 was much better.” Fuck that. I just like getting the letter. What’s he up to these days? Just a little spiritual gas station to fill my inspirational tank and get me from point A to point B. Seven: Assume you’re going to do it for your entire life or don’t do it at all. It’s a marathon not a sprint. There’s going to be hard humiliating times along with moments of sheer ecstasy. (I’m not talking about the drug here but that comes into play too.) It’s about the music and the art and not the big “cash pay off.” Here’s the deal: At the end of the road, laying in your deathbed you’re going to look back and think, “What did I did with my life? What did I leave behind? Was I Rob Thomas or was I John Lennon?” You figure it out, because life’s short man.And if you’re just dabbling, get out of my fucking way, I got enough problems these days.
Dave Alvin Stephen Talkhouse, Amagansett, NY 7/12/09 photo: ht
1. Dave Alvin & The Guilty Women: Downey Girl 2. Big Joe Turner: Long Down Dog 3. Kim Simmonds: Out Of The Blue 4. Matt & Kim: Lessons Learned 4. Burning Spear: Man In The Hills 5. The Dirty Strangers (feat: Keith Richards) : She’s A Real Botticelli 6. The Rainman Suite: Valerie Is A Vampire 7. Ian McNabb (feat. Mike Scott): New Light 8. Jack Oblivian: Sweet Thang 9. False Virgins: Saviour Of The Pleasure Beast 10. Tracie Hunter: Religion (original version) 11. Randy Parsons (feat: Nancy Atlas): Sweet Motion 12. Mac Gayden: It’s All Right 13. Donnie Elbert: A Little Piece Of Leather 14. Mickey Murray: Shout Bamalama 16. Lori Carson: Something’s Got Me 17. Matthew Sweet & Suzanna Hoffs: I’ve Seen All Good People 18. Johnny Cash: The Beast In Me 19. The Liverpool Scene: Batpoem 20. Bell XI: A Better Band NoFoSo Alb o’ The Week: Ian Hunter: Man Overboard
Ian Hunter & The Rant Band 'Man Overboard' Rockerfeller Park, NYC June 24th '09 Andy Burton - keyboardss MC Bosch - guitar Ian Hunter - vocals, guitar, piano Steve Holley - drums Paul Page - bass James Mastro - guitar
The Guilty Pleasure: Marijuana Hemp Techno: Quit Playing Games With God
Dialog excerpts “Joe Curran” (Peter Boyle) from ‘Joe Speaks’ (OST) Last 2 Week’s Listener Thumbs-Ups: Alex McMurray: You’ve Got To Be Crazy To Live In This Town The Fugs: Kill For Peace Mick Ronson: Growing Up And I’m Fine Tim Buckley: Get On Top Mink Deville: Spanish Stroll Ninian Hawick: Scottish Rite Temple Stomp Terry Anderson: 37 Miles In Reverse Mary-Margaret O’Hara: To Cry About Squeeze: Up The Junction Mickey Jupp: Down In Old New Orleans Ian Dury: Bed O’ Roses #9 Kris Kristofferson: In The News Roky Erickson: Click Your Fingers Applauding The Play NRBQ: I Found A Love If: Dockland The Social Climbers: Chicken 80 Squeeze: Another Nail In My Heart The Low Anthem: Cage The Songbird The Fools: Psycho Chicken Elvis Presley: Too Much Monkey Business Big Maybelle: One Monkey Don’t Stop No Show Steve Gibbons Band: Speed Kills Kristin Hersh: Everybody’s Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey Keith Powell And The Valets: Too Much Monkey Business Johnny Cash: The Chicken In Black Chicken Coop sound effect(!) David Johansen: Space Monkey Amy Rigby: Don’t Break The Heart Gillian Welch: One Monkey Bees Make Honey: Kentucky Chicken Fry Gene Casey & The Lone Sharks: Pretty Thing Lou Reed: I’m So Free Wanda Jackson: There’s A Party Going On Bo Diddley: Googlia Moo Dr. John: Monkey Puzzle Delbert McClinton: Monkey Around Dave Alvin & The Guilty Women: Marie Marie Booker T & The MG’s: Chicken Pox Jimmy Murphy: Baboon Boogie Johnny Kidd & The Pirates: Shakin’ All Over Big Al Anderson & The Balls: Pawn Shop Guitars 22 Pistepirrko: Birdy ManBreak: Future Days The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band: Canyons Of Your Mind James Hunter: Don’t Come Back Show Me Action: Sebastian And The Island The Resentments: Too Much Monkey Business Wesley Reynolds: Trip To The Moon Reverend Organdrum: Strollin’ With Bones Iggy Pop: Girls New York Dolls: Better Than You The Rolling Stones: Can’t You Hear Me Knocking The Dirty Strangers: South Of The River Terry Allen: The Pink And Black Song Suicide: Touch Me The Versatiles: Let Me Through (Mr. Gateman) The Ramones: I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend Yellowman: Body Move Ian McNabb: Merseybeast
13th Floor Elevators - Monkey Island Adam & The Ants - Picasso Visits The Planet Of The Apes Amos Milburn - Chicken Shack Boogie Amy Winehouse - Monkey Man Andre Williams With Ted Walker Orchestra - The Greasy Chicken Annette Funicello - The Monkey's Uncle Ansel Collins - High Voltage (aka Monkey) The Applejacks - Too Much Monkey Business Arctic Monkeys - I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor Atomic Rooster - The Devil's Answer B.B. King - Sell My Monkey The Beatles - Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey Bees Make Honey - Kentucky Chicken Fry Bert Convy And The Cheers - Chicken Big Maybelle - One Monkey Don't Stop No Show Big 'T' Tyler - King Kong Bill Kirchen - Poultry In Motion Bill Wyman - Monkey Grip Glue Billy Edd Wheeler - Fried Chicken And A Country Tune Blind Blake - The Monkey Song Bobby Rush - Chicken Heads Bobby Rush - One Monkey Don't Stop No Show Booker T. & The MG's - Chicken Pox The Brian Jonestown Massacre - Monkey Puzzle Calypso Mama - The Monkey Song Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band - Flash Gordan's Ape Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band - Apes-Ma Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band - Making Love With A Monkey On Your Knee Charles Mingus - Eat That Chicken Charles Sheffield - Shoo Shoo Chicken Chicken Shack - I'd Rather Go Blind Chuck Berry - Too Much Monkey Business Chuck Berry - Orangutang The Church Keys - Chicken Baby Chicken The Commandos - The Chicken Scratch The Cramps - Monkey With Your Tail The Curios - Chicken Back pt 1 Dave & Ansel Collins - Monkey Spanner Dave Bartholomew - The Monkey Dave Matthews Band - Shake Me Like A Monkey David Allan Coe - Monkey David Wine David Johansen - Space Monkey Delbert McClinton - Monkey Around Derrick Harriott - Monkey Ska Doug Sahm - Chicken And The Bop Dr. Alimantado - Best Dressed Chicken in Town Dr. Feelgood - Monkey Dr. John - Hen Layin' Rooster Dr. John - The Monkey Dr. John - Monkey Puzzle Eddie & The Hot Rods - Do The Monkey Man Eddie Cochran - Chicken Shot Blues Elvis Presley - Too Much Monkey Business The Faces - Pineapple And The Monkey The Feelies - Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey The Five Du-Tones - Monkey See Monkey Do The Flatlanders - Eggs Of Your Chickens The Fools - Psycho Chicken The Mothers Of Invention - King Kong Freddy King - The Monkey Donkey George Gilmore And The Giblets - Chicken Necks Georgie Fame - The Monkey Time Geraint Watkins - Turn That Chicken Down Gillian Welch - One Monkey Gino Washington - Come Monkey With Me The Golden Apples Of the Sun - Monkey Time The Hammersmith Gorillas - You Really Got Me Hank Jacobs - Monkey Hips And Rice Hank Moore - Knock Kneed Rooster Hank Penny - You’re Bound to Look Like A Monkey Honey Cone - One Monkey Don't Stop The Show Hop Wilson - Chicken Stuff Houston Boines - Monkey Motion Howlin' Wolf - Little Red Rooster Jimmy McCracklin - Let's Do It (The Chicken Scratch) Jimmy Murphy - Baboon Boogie John Cooper Clarke - Evidently Chickentown John Lennon - Too Much Monkey Business Johnny Cash - The Chicken In Black Johnny Otis - The Signifyin' Monkey Pt 2 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes - The Higher The Monkey Climbs Keith Powell & The Valets - Too Much Monkey Business Kenny Loran - I Chickened Out King Curtis - Do The Monkey The Kinks - Too Much Monkey Business The Kinks - Apeman Kristin Hersh - Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey Lee 'Scratch' Perry & The Upsetters - Super Ape Lee 'Scratch' Perry - Apeman Skank Leon D Tarver & The Chordones - (I'm A Young) Rooster Lew Williams - Gone Ape Man Lightnin' Hopkins & the Blues Summit - If You Steal My Chickens, You Can´t Make 'Em Lay Little Feat - Dixie Chicken Lonnie Mack - Chicken Pickin' Louis Prima & Phil Harris - I Wan'na Be Like You (The Monkey Song) Major Lance - Monkey Time Mark Bingham - The Shoes Of The Chickenhead Are Some Jive Ass Sandals Mark Knopfler - Punish The Monkey The Meters – Chicken Strut The Monkees - A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You The Mr. Move - Wine & Fried Chicken New Soul Cowboys - Chicken Bone Cross New York Dolls - Dance Like A Monkey The Nighthawks - Chicken Grabber The Ordinary Boys - Robots And Monkeys Oscar Brown Jr. - Chicken Heads Paul Heaton - Little Red Rooster Pixies - Monkey Gone To Heaven Ramona King - Super Chicken Red Holloway - Monkey Sho' Can Talk The Resentments - Too Much Monkey Business Richard Lloyd - Monkey Richard Thompson - Bad Monkey Roger Chapman - Chicken Fingers The Rolling Stones - Monkey Man Ronnie Dawson - Monkey Beat City Ronnie Lane & Slim Chance - Chicken Wired Ronnie Lane & Steve Marriot - Chicken If The Cap Fits Rufus Thomas - Do The Funky Chicken Rufus Thomas - Fried Chicken Rufus Thomas - Can Your Monkey Do The Dog Sam Cooke - Little Red Rooster Santa Barbara Machine Head - Rubber Monkey Scatterbrain - Tastes Just Like Chicken Simple Kid - Lil' King Kong Slade - Them Kinda Monkeys Can't Swing Smokey Robinson & The Miracles - Mickey's Monkey Social Climbers - Chicken 80 Sound Effects - Monkey Sound Effects – Chicken Coop Sound Effects - Rooster Crows Three Times Southern Culture On The Skids - Fried Chicken And Gasoline The Spark Plugs - Chicken Sparky Lightbourne - Where You Goin' Chicken? Steve Gibbons Band - Speed Kills The Three Johns - Two Minute Ape! Tony Harris – Chicken Baby Chicken Toots & the Maytals - Monkey Man Tragic Mulatto - Monkey Boy The Traveling Wilburys - Tweeter And The Monkey Man Warren Zevon - Porcelain Monkey Warren Zevon - Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse Robyn Hitchcock - Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey Willie And The Poor Boys - Chicken Shack Boogie Wreckless Eric - Sign Of The Chicken The Yardbirds - Too Much Monkey Business The Yayhoos - Monkey With A Gun
NoFoSo Alb o’ The Week: Alex McMurray: How To Be A Cannonball (Threadhead Records) The Guilty Pleasure: Sarah Silverman: You’re Gonna Die Soon (Interscope Records) Last Week’s Listener Thumbs-Ups: Tom Waits: What’s He Building The Third Degree: Mercy Mac Gayden: Everlasting Love Shelby Lynne: If I Were Smart Marvin Gaye: Trouble Man Les Paul, Sam Cooke & Jeff Beck: (Ain’t That) Good News Blur: Parklife Steve Miller Band: Fly Like An Eagle Mary Gauthier: Ways Of The World Sarah Gillespie: Ahmed & Dangerous Jimmy Ruffin: What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted Cheap Trick: Surrender The Jacksons: Shake Your Body Martin Rev: Whisper The Isley Brothers: That Lady The Romantics: What I Like About You Roxy Music: Trash Eli Reed & The True Loves: Ace Of Spades Amy Allison: Sheffield Streets Amy Allison w/Elvis Costello & Mose Allison: Monsters Of The Id The Velvet Underground: Rock & Roll Dion: Sweet Little Rock And Roller Neil Young: Out On The Weekend Kylie Harris: Same Mistake Denim: Middle Of The Road Paul Carrack: What A Way To Go J.J. Cale: After Midnight Eddie Cochran: Cut Across Shorty Chas & Dave: Lonnie D Lou Reed: Sick Of You Sparks: Suburban Homeboy Pucho & His Latin Soul Brothers: Canteloupe Islands Mose Allison: Young Man's Blues The Low Anthem: Charlie Darwin Ian McNabb: You Must Be Prepared To Dream Wreckless Eric: A Pop Song Marc Bolan & T. Rex: Cosmic Dancer Loudon Wainwright III: School Days Los Lobos w/Dave Alvin: Somewhere In Time Roy Montrell: (Every Time I Hear That) Mellow Saxophone Bill Holloman: At Last The Mothers Of Invention: Later That Night Ian Hunter: River Of Tears Peter Hammill: Diminished 999: Homicide Elvis Presley: Hi-Heel Sneakers They Might Be Giants: Your Racist Friend
They Might Be Giants John Linnell, John Flansburgh w/Elektra a&r team ht, Sue Drew, Peter Lubin Phoenix, AZ