See the word of the prophet…

I have been attempting to avoid the hysteria around Star Wars Episode VII. We all trooped off a couple of weeks ago to see the movie and a good time was had by all, popcorn was eaten soda guzzled and we enveloped ourselves in nostalgia and had a fun couple of hours.

As I said to Rayson bass player of my favorite local band Cedar Teeth, I really prefer Close Encounters of the Third Kind. After he was finished throwing things at me and shouting we hugged and made up and agreed it is a fine movie, lot’s of fun, he claimed GLORIOUS is the appropriate word.

Go on look them up they are a great bunch of guys:

http://www.cedarteethband.com

DarthSo in an effort to bring this around to albums and Star Wars, here was tonights listening experience. Allegedly the cover was the inspiration for Darth Vader’s helmet so there is a tenuous connection. I have no opinion on the helmet, google the theory though, it will give you moments of fun.

Argus by Wishbone Ash is one of the great albums from the 70’s that often get’s overlooked in the bombast of bigger names. A dual guitar band that although at times a bit serious are still lot’s of fun and if you find the gatefold sleeve you can see that the be helmeted guard is spying out a UFO, maybe Darth getting fashion tips. It’s too the left of the big man with a spear…

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Crying’ ’cause the story’s sad…

Sometimes your sense of hope at what an album should sound like is lost on the reality. BigglesWith a cover reminiscent of Biggles I aways wanted The Smoker You Drink, The Player You Get to be something better.

I sat down and found that all the really good bits are over with in the first song, the legendary Rocky Mountain Way, yes you may have heard it a thousand times but it is still an exciting listen and better than most things the Eagles did in their coked out navel gazing pseudo country-rock pastiches. Also who can really resist a talk box solo, Frampton Comes Alive may be the next listen.

walshI guess I really need to give the album another listen and maybe there is more to it than I originally heard but it just kind of passed me by after the first track.

It is however one of my favorite covers of all time and in the past I always wanted to buy it when I found it, of course those albums cost considerably more than the 95c this one did in the thrift store.

The question on my mind was why 95c and not a whole $1 bill. Of course who am I to argue with the pricing decisions of the Red White and Blue thrift store.

I have to say a big thank you to my Dad who reawakened some of my boyhood enthusiasms when the Biggles book arrived the last time he visited. You do however have to read it with a reminder that it was written in another time.

Honey come quick with the iodine…

Sometimes you find a record and you have to buy it just so nothing worse can happen to it. It seems to have gone through too much already and just needs to be cared for and not put out there for more abuse than it has already had. I have a friend who does this with Band records, he has countless copies of Music from the Big Pink and other albums that he keeps in a box just because they looked so lonely in the thrift store. Of course this may be his entire investment plan.

Yesterday afternoon I stumbled upon this album, it looks as if some misguided young person had used it as scratch paper for his/her math homework. Or maybe it was some convoluted drug deal calculations.

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My heart went out to this poor record. The vinyl looks like someone has spilt bong water on it for years or used it for a particularly wasted game of ultimate frisbee. This record had seen enough and needed some rest and recuperation in a retirement home for those burned out derelict Dead albums.

The bigger shame may be that this may be one of the greatest album covers of all time.

It was my duty to save this poor thing from further assault. There is nothing that beautycan be done for the cover but the records cleaned up well enough to play.

 

 

I have to admit, last night as I played this album late at night that I remembered how much you can really enjoy this period of the Dead’s music. This may also be related to the arrival of these on the doorstep. So maybe this year is the year I get the Dead, who knows.

I may never come to terms with the opening lines to Jack Straw however.

Anyway happy new year…