<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13368592</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:25:20.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flea Market Vinyl</title><subtitle type='html'>Astounding Audio Artifacts!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johnny Bananapeel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13368592.post-112173817444560851</id><published>2005-07-18T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:40:40.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clay 'n Shellac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This posting will have to do for a few weeks (Summertime R&amp;R and whatnot), so for something a little different we've lovingly dragged out some of the brittle 78s from the depths of the repository for your listening pleasure (the label images are the links to the mp3s)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winonapost.com/archive/www/11800/schnickelfritz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schnickelfritz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (Freddie Fisher) and "America's Most Unsophisticated Band":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/78s/redhot.mp3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/78s/redhot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hobo Jack Turner puts us in the mood for a little low-rent summer travel with this clever ditty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/78s/bumsong.mp3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/78s/bum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of the Fats Waller recordings &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; available for for listening on the mighty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redhotjazz.com/Rhythm.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Hot Jazz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; site (which perhaps makes this an Internet Exclusive!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/78s/truckin.mp3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/78s/fats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We always have time for a little German Boogie-Woogie (mit Khatchaturian piano riff!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/78s/boog.mp3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/78s/boog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And Last 'n Least - &lt;em&gt;Jambalaya&lt;/em&gt; as Hank himself could never ever have imagined it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/78s/jamb.mp3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/78s/jamb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13368592-112173817444560851?l=fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/feeds/112173817444560851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13368592&amp;postID=112173817444560851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/112173817444560851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/112173817444560851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/2005/07/clay-n-shellac.html' title='Clay &apos;n Shellac!'/><author><name>Johnny Bananapeel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13368592.post-112136481762917097</id><published>2005-07-14T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:41:53.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Stars! Original Hits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Egghead Jazz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cybermancy.com/fmv/july3/jazz.jpg" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EmArcy was apparently Mercury Records' answer to Verve- a sort of subsidiary highbrow jazz label. This disc, &lt;em&gt;Jazz of Two Decades&lt;/em&gt; (the two decades in question being the 1940s and 50s), seems to be one of a series of an anthology. The sleeve has no information about the music within, but rather a number of brief but dense essays about jazz styles written by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leonardfeather.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leonard Feather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. All the listening is Excellent- best scat singing by Sarah Vaughan we've ever heard, and this piece by trumpeter Clark Terry uses a simple rhythmic soundbed to showcase growling reeds and mewling brass:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cybermancy.com/fmv/july3/bop.mp3"&gt;Sarah Vaughan - &lt;em&gt;Shulie A Bop&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cybermancy.com/fmv/july3/swahili.mp3"&gt;Clark Terry - &lt;em&gt;Swahili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soul Groove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://cybermancy.com/fmv/july3/soulgroove.jpg" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This late-60s disc showcases artists from Capitol's R&amp;B stable. Bettye Swann (her surname mispelled "Swan" on this album), has unfortunately disappeared from the public eye- the most info we could find was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rhino.com/rzine/StoryKeeper.lasso?StoryID=375" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;; discography and more audio samples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melingo.com/thesoulnet/swann.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. King Curtis' take on Watermelon Man is a strong contender, despite what seems to be some serious technical malfunctions in the production of this recording (or did they mean for the organ to sound like it was being played somewhere down the hall?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cybermancy.com/fmv/july3/jones2.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bettye Swann - &lt;em&gt;Willie &amp; Laura Mae Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cybermancy.com/fmv/july3/watermelon2.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;King Curtis - &lt;em&gt;Watermelon Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cybermancy.com/fmv/july3/watermelon2.mp3"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Available In Stores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://cybermancy.com/fmv/july3/ktel.jpg" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ktel Records! Marketed through hilarious low-budget TV ads (see gobs of them &lt;a href="http://ktelclassics.com/tvcommercialsframesetmaster.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), these discs were lathed and pressed so as to squeeze the maximum amount of music onto the least amount of vinyl possible. Now they present a curious mix of classic musical touchstones (The Who's &lt;em&gt;I Can See For Miles&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; The Box Tops' &lt;em&gt;The Letter&lt;/em&gt;) with hilariously quaint pop ephemera (the audio examples below):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cybermancy.com/fmv/july3/tracy.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Cufflinks - &lt;em&gt;Tracy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earworm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;earworm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; warning!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cybermancy.com/fmv/july3/ooh_child.mp3"&gt;Stairsteps - &lt;em&gt;O-o-o-h Child&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://cybermancy.com/fmv/july3/tv.gif" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13368592-112136481762917097?l=fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/feeds/112136481762917097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13368592&amp;postID=112136481762917097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/112136481762917097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/112136481762917097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/2005/07/original-stars-original-hits.html' title='Original Stars! Original Hits!'/><author><name>Johnny Bananapeel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13368592.post-112062398165385689</id><published>2005-07-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:02:30.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captured by the Cover....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll often buy a record just because it has a cool picture on the sleeve (hey, when you're talking about $1 or less, we're gambling fools). Most times disappointment results when the stylus hits the groove, but here are a couple of notable exceptions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuatro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://startitup.org/fmv/july_1/maso.jpg" vspace="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, we don't think the kids actually play on the album. And since the liner notes are entirely in Spanish, and everybody here who is able to translate is sleeping in today and wouldn't take kindly to being woken up right now, we'll have to find out more about Maso Rivera, legendary master of the Puerto Rican Cuatro (a sort of mandolin as far as we can tell) from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicofpuertorico.com/en/maso_rivera.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the handy internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And in this case listening is far far better than reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://startitup.org/fmv/july_1/turabo.mp3"&gt;Maso Rivera - &lt;em&gt;Valle del Turabo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startitup.org/fmv/july_1/regreso.mp3"&gt;Maso Rivera - &lt;em&gt;Mi Regreso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://startitup.org/fmv/july_1/regreso.mp3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://startitup.org/fmv/july_1/bmadness.jpg" vspace="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Way Lurid Cover! A hip primitive lounge groove by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spaceagepop.com/ralke.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don Ralke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://startitup.org/fmv/july_1/grande.mp3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bongo Madness - &lt;em&gt;Session Grande&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startitup.org/fmv/july_1/belleza.mp3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bongo Madness - &lt;em&gt;Belleza y Diablo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13368592-112062398165385689?l=fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/feeds/112062398165385689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13368592&amp;postID=112062398165385689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/112062398165385689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/112062398165385689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/2005/07/captured-by-cover.html' title='Captured by the Cover....'/><author><name>Johnny Bananapeel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13368592.post-111984452299047484</id><published>2005-06-26T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:54:36.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtuosi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Devil's Harmonica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7999/1171/400/shaky.jpg" vspace="3" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We don't seem to be able to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;c2coff=1&amp;amp;rls=GGLD%2CGGLD%3A2005-12%2CGGLD%3Aen&amp;biw=802&amp;amp;q=jake+harris+harmonica&amp;btnG=Search" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;google up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; much on "Shakey" Jake Harris; a pity, because this is some of the finest blues harp our ears have ever delighted in. Behold the stone cold stripped down bo diddley beat of &lt;em&gt;Let Me Be Your Lover Man&lt;/em&gt;! Hear Harris trade licks with John Mayall in &lt;em&gt;What a Fool&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://startitup.org/fmv/june05_3/loverman.mp3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jake Harris - &lt;em&gt;Let Me Be Your Lover Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://startitup.org/fmv/june05_3/fool.mp3"&gt;Jake Harris - &lt;em&gt;What a Fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;String Wizard!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://startitup.org/fmv/june05_3/atkins.jpg" vspace="3" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back in the day, someone we knew referred to George Benson as being the the Hendrix of the 70s. A bit snarky, but if that was the case, certainly Chet Atkins was a contender for the title of Hendrix of the 50s. Though the picture on the record sleeve looks a bit staged, the liner notes (penned by none other than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kevincmurphy.com/halberstam.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;David Halberstam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- then a a young reporter for the &lt;em&gt;Nashville Tenneseean&lt;/em&gt;!) refers to Atkins' workshop: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The workshop itself resembles a small scale Cape Canaveral. In it is approximately $8000 worth of electronic and electrical equipment, much of it built by Atkins itself: a small maze of mixing panels, a three-channel stereo tape recorder, a one-channel recorder, a jack panel, a voltmeter, an audio generator, a distortion meter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://startitup.org/fmv/june05_3/lullaby.mp3"&gt;Chet Atkins - &lt;em&gt;Lullaby of Birdland&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startitup.org/fmv/june05_3/mockingbird.mp3"&gt;Chet Atkins - &lt;em&gt;Hot Mocking Bird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://startitup.org/fmv/june05_3/mockingbird.mp3"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Laughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://startitup.org/fmv/june05_3/winters.jpg" vspace="3" border="1" /&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine comedy that requires imagination and intelligence to appreciate. Jonathan Winters had a bolder side to his work that he kept somewhat hidden but well-nourished during his later years of commercial success. This early Verve LP puts him up there with Shelley Berman and a young Lenny Bruce as someone who was not afraid to venture further than one would think in pursuit of a laugh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startitup.org/fmv/june05_3/winters.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonathan Winters - &lt;em&gt;Introduction/Commercials&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13368592-111984452299047484?l=fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/feeds/111984452299047484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13368592&amp;postID=111984452299047484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/111984452299047484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/111984452299047484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/2005/06/virtuosi.html' title='Virtuosi'/><author><name>Johnny Bananapeel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13368592.post-111954968048063943</id><published>2005-06-23T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T13:20:48.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropical Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Let us take a trip to where balmy breezes gently rattle the fronds of the coconut palms that shade us from glare of the bright tropical sun....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Haole Chic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/aloma.jpg" vspace="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img hspace="5" src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/pineapple.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First up is &lt;em&gt;A Musical Portrait of Hawaii by Hal Aloma&lt;/em&gt; ("King of the Steel Guitar" according to the folks at Columbia Records circa 1950) and his Hawaiians. Nothing too authentic here, but this sort of Smeck-style guitar work never fails to delight. The chorus of rhythmic grunts on the track "Tahiti" keeps us coming back, as does the especially jazzy rendition of the old haole chestnut "My Little Grass Shack": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/tahiti.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hal Aloma and his Hawaiians &lt;em&gt;- Tahiti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/grass shack.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hal Aloma and his Hawaiians&lt;em&gt; - My Little Grass Shack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radioactive!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/chacha.jpg" vspace="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tops Records (A Division of Precision Radiation Instruments, Inc!) provides us with an artifact from the 50s Mambo Craze (another piece of evidence thaqt the 50s were the &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; psychedelic era); dig that radioactive pink number on the corn-fed blond on the cover! Roll over Hoagy- here's a version of Stardust unlike any other:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/stardust.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cha-Cha-Cha and Mambo &lt;em&gt;- Stardust Mambo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Navy Steel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/steeldrum.jpg" vspace="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream Along with the U.S. Navy Steel Drum Band&lt;/em&gt; (featuring The Pandemoniacs, led by the heroic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/main/ntquery?method=4&amp;dsid=2222&amp;dekey=Daniel+V.+Gallery&amp;gwp=8&amp;curtab=2222_1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Admiral Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;) brings a fresh repertoire along with a touch of military precision to the steel drum ouvre. Imagine the Bridge On the River Kwai set in Trinidad, or John Philip Sousa dressed in shorts and sandals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/bogey.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The U.S. Navy Steel Drum Band -&lt;em&gt; Col. Bogey Merengue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/starsstripes.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The U.S. Navy Steel Drum Band -&lt;em&gt; Stars and Stripes &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blinder than Blake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/bblake.jpg" vspace="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blind_Blake" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blind Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- an entirely different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wirz.de/music/blakbfrm.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blind Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, playing amazing banjo in the lounge of the Royal Victorian Hotel in Nassau accompanied by his own calypso orchestra. Another example of exotic 1950s brilliance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/sloop.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blind Blake - The John B. Sail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/jump.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blind Blake - Hold 'im Joe/Wheel and Turn Me/Jump in the Line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be Safe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/safety.jpg" vspace="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just because you're away from home is no reason to take liberties with your Health and Safety! Don't do Tricks you think you know 'cos you saw them at the show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june_05b/bicycle_milk.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frank Luther -&lt;br /&gt;When You Ride a Bicycle/Milk Makes Muscles/I Like Bread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13368592-111954968048063943?l=fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/feeds/111954968048063943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13368592&amp;postID=111954968048063943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/111954968048063943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/111954968048063943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/2005/06/tropical-vacation.html' title='Tropical Vacation'/><author><name>Johnny Bananapeel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13368592.post-111873123854024167</id><published>2005-06-13T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:59:19.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psych-O-Delic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Lotsa Years After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the locked display at St. Vinnie's in Seaside we saw a short stack of "collectible" LPs priced at $8 each - Dylan, Elvis, Beatles, etc. Hardly rare; they pressed more of these than about anything else after all. And there in the 75-cent bin was a true rarity- &lt;a href="http://tenyearsafter.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ten Years After&lt;/a&gt;'s first album from 1967! If you've seen the Woodstock movie, you'll remember their transcendent performance. We've been devoted listeners of theirs (especially the SSSSh and Stonedhenge albums) since early childhood and used to piss people off by declaring Alvin Lee the Best Guitarist of the 60s (fighting words!), so this was a Special Treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june05/10yrs.jpg" vspace="6" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From the liner notes, written by John Gee, Manager of London's Marquee Club:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;About their music there is no mystery whatsoever. It is the kind of music that only an old-fashioned square wouldn’t dig. It is simple and compelling. It is direct and full of guts. It is firmly entrenched in the Blues with a strong jazz basis. It is all these things but it is the genuine feel about the music, above everything else, that distinguishes this group from other similar groups — and the feeling that communicates to every audience they play for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Years After - &lt;em&gt;I Can't Keep From Crying Sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Years After - &lt;em&gt;Adventures of a Young Organ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Years After - &lt;em&gt;Don't Want You Woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;And The Fish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june05/cjoe.jpg" vspace="4" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A few years ago, Country Joe Mcdonald was the Grand Marshal of our town's 4th of July parade- how cool is that? Another Woodstock Alumn (best remembered for the "Fish" cheer &amp; the Fixin' to Die Rag). This find from the same St. Vinnie's haul has an amusing little tune about LBJ that still applies ("Gonna send you back to Texas/Make you work on your ranch"). Complex, snakey, and dark tunes to remind us that all was not Sunshine, Lollipops, &amp;amp; Rainbows....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Country Joe and the Fish - &lt;em&gt;Superbird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Country Joe and the Fish - &lt;em&gt;Death Sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Blues?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june05/bluespr.jpg" vspace="6" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last &amp; Least from this latest batch is The Blues Project- an early outing for &lt;a href="http://www.alkooper.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Al Kooper&lt;/a&gt;. Here lives the original version of &lt;em&gt;I Can't Keep From Crying&lt;/em&gt; (posted up above in Ten Years After flavor)- we won't bother to encode or upload that particular track though; too much gratuitious 60s organ solo screeeech. One we'll give you is a piece called Flute Thing - sampled by the Beasties a generation later, because they know Quality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blues Project - &lt;em&gt;Flute Thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blues Project - &lt;em&gt;Caress Me Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Inexplicable Cover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://crapbook.com/fmv/june05/double.jpg" vspace="4" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This gorgeous thing turned up at the Salvation Army. No- they're not really twins. Just cheesy trick photography to illustrate the cheesier recording techniques employed in the creation of this monstrosity. Norman Nelson (a funny name- sort of cobbled together from two first names, neither of which seems particularly distinguished) possesses a high reedy singing voice- when he does duets with himself the result is a sonic synergy that could strip the finish off of old funiture. And no again- you get no samples. You're a masochist just for asking.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13368592-111873123854024167?l=fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/feeds/111873123854024167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13368592&amp;postID=111873123854024167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/111873123854024167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13368592/posts/default/111873123854024167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleamarketvinyl.blogspot.com/2005/06/psych-o-delic.html' title='Psych-O-Delic!'/><author><name>Johnny Bananapeel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
