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Put Your Hands Together

Submitted by Roanman on Sun, 07/03/2011 - 15:51

 

Despite having grown up on Motown and Detroit Rock and Roll, when asked about my favorite vocal group, I always go straight to Canton, Ohio and Philadelphia International Records' The O'Jays.

And as much as I respect the efforts of Motown Records' Holland-Dozier-Holland, Norman Whitfield, Smokey, et. al. there is no doubt in my mind that the greatest songwriters in the history of R&B, if not all of popular music are Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff.

This is Eddie Levert, William Powell and Walter Williams singing the Gamble and Huff classic Put Your Hands Together live on Don Cornelius' Soul Train.

The Mighty O'Jays.

 

 

Crank it!

I always do.

 

The Mavericks

Submitted by Roanman on Mon, 06/27/2011 - 15:49

 

The first time I heard this song, I went straight to the record store, bought it, listened to it all the way home and then sat there in my driveway and listened to it a half dozen more times.

Maybe the single greatest two chord song ever written.

This is Raul Malo on guitar and vocals, Robert Reynolds on bass, Paul Deakin on drums, Nick Kane on the other guitar and Jerry Dale McFadden on keyboards.

I couldn't figure out anybody in a very tight horn section.

The Mavericks.

Dance the Night Away

 

 

For Ruth M. who did the best she could teaching the middle roanboy Algebra.

 

A History of Popular Music Timeline

Submitted by Roanman on Tue, 06/21/2011 - 20:10

 

From the Guardian.co.uk which just won "Newspaper of the Year" from someone, and continues to be just a wonderfully consistent source for news and other interesting stuff.

If you like "Popular Music" click the image below for just the coolest interactive imaginable.

We've been playing with it for over a week now.

Don't be put off by the Jazz label on the image.

It's all there, from OKEH Records to Stiff with everything before, after and in between.

Way, super double highly recommended.

 

 

Delaney and Bonnie

Submitted by Roanman on Sat, 05/28/2011 - 20:26

 

I saw Delaney and Bonnie open for Blind Faith at Olympia Stadium in downtown Detroit the summer of 1969.

I have no recollection whatsoever regarding who I went with except that somebody couldn't go and there was one ticket for $5 which I jumped at because I wanted to see Eric Clapton and Stevie Winwood.

What I do remember is that I was certain that Bonnie Bramlett was the single most gorgeous creature I had ever laid eyes on, and that I hated Delaney Bramlett more than I had ever hated anything in my life only because she was singing to him and not to me.

Plus that no good Delaney Bramlett could sing almost as good as Bonnie who I have up there among the most soulful singers of all time, not that far behind David Ruffin, Marvin and then Al Green.

Years later I read an Eric Clapton interview where he said that he had been worried some about that tour because Delaney and Bonnie had a much better band than was Blind Faith.

That's clearly my recollection although in fairness I was so smitten I might not have been perfectly objective on the issue.

This is Delany and Bonnie (the world's first white Ikette) Bramlett.

That's Bobby Whitlock on organ and backup vocals and Bobby Keys shaking something instead of playing the sax like he usually does.

When the Battle Is Over.

 

 

Practical Parkour

Submitted by Roanman on Fri, 05/20/2011 - 06:55

 

Right here is why no matter how tired you are, you gotta just keep goin'.

Get that last pull-up, hop that last fence, climb that wall or grab that drainpipe just one more time.

You never know when you're gonna want to just run out there onto the field during the ball game.

You want to be able to get away don't ya?

 

 

I hope he got away too.

 

Diego Rivera

Submitted by Roanman on Sat, 05/14/2011 - 07:38

 

We have deemed our project to spruce up the site to have been a glorious success, as not one of you including even the most irascible among you, has contacted us to tell us how much they hate our every idea ..... at least as it applies to the decorating ..... yet.

And since we're practicing avoidance with regards to a couple of posts that either we have promised and have not yet completed, most notably a post on health care reform we promised Madelyn M. and ..... somebody else, or posts that are finished but are in truth so ugly to contemplate we'd just rather not for a while longer.

Here's a little more art to brighten your day.

The following are some photo's of the Court of Industry at the Detroit Institute of Arts.

In 1932-33, that well known mexican, marxist, muralist, Diego Rivera with the unbending support of that well known capitalist, industrialist and rich white guy, Edsel Ford, painted one of the greatest works of the 20th century on the walls of the Detroit Institute of Arts.

And while the caca did indeed hit the fan, fortunately none of it got on the mural.

Click each image for the DIA's wonderful interactive on each of the four walls holding the 27 panels that comprise this treasure. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We'll get serious tomorrow.

Maybe.


The best newspaper story we've read in a while

Submitted by Roanman on Mon, 05/09/2011 - 11:45

 

There aren't so many nice stories around lately, so I grabbed more of this one than I would have otherwise, just in case you can't get behind The Wall Street Journal's paywall with the provided links which as usual is accessed by clicking the photo and/or clicking on Mr. Moffets name below.

 

Maybe Graciela Sees It From Heaven, This Huge Guitar Made of Trees

 

It's Mr. Ureta's Tribute to a Late Wife; His Girlfriend, Ms. Ponzi, Is OK With It, Too

by MATT MOFFETT

 

GENERAL LEVALLE, Argentina—Pilots often stare in disbelief when they make their first flight over this hamlet on the verdant pampa. There, on the monotonous plain below, is a giant guitar landscaped out of cypress and eucalyptus trees. It is more than two-thirds of a mile long.

 

 

Behind the great guitar of the pampa, and its 7,000-odd trees, is a love story that took a tragic turn.

The green guitar is the handiwork of a farmer named Pedro Martin Ureta, who is now 70. He embedded the design into his farm many years ago, and maintains it to this day, as a tribute to his late wife, Graciela Yraizoz, who died in 1977 at the age of 25.

"It's incredible to see a design that was so carefully planned, so far below," says Gabriel Pindek, a commercial pilot for Argentina's Austral Lineas Aereas. "There's nothing else like it."

Born to a ranching family with deep roots here, Mr. Ureta was something of a bohemian as a young man. He traveled to Europe and hobnobbed with artists and revolutionaries. After coming home in the late 1960s, the then-28-year old became captivated by Ms. Yraizoz, who was just 17 and dazzlingly pretty.

One day while traveling in a plane over the pampa, Ms. Yraizoz noticed a farm that, through a fluke of topography, looked a bit like a milking pail from the air, her children say. That's when she started musing about going one better and designing the family's own farm in the form of a guitar, an instrument she loved.
 
My father was a young man, and very busy with his work and his own plans," says his youngest child, Ezequiel, who is 36. "He told my mom, 'Later. We'll talk about it later.'"

But Ms. Yraizoz didn't have much time to wait. One day in 1977, she collapsed. She had suffered a ruptured cerebral aneurysm, a weakening in the wall of a blood vessel that eventually burst. She died shortly thereafter, carrying what would have been the couple's fifth child.

Today, Mr. Ureta says his wife's passing turned his life in a more philosophical direction. ¨I stepped back for a time,¨ he says. He read about Buddhism. Mr. Ureta says a line by an Argentine folk guitarist and writer, Héctor Roberto Chavero Aramburo, stuck in his head: "I galloped a lot, but I arrived late all the same."

Says Soledad: "He used to talk about regrets, and it was clear he regretted not having listened to my mother about the guitar."

 

 

Santana

Submitted by Roanman on Sun, 05/08/2011 - 19:07

 

This is my favorite part of the Woodstock movie.

Sure Michael Shrieve could have pared that drum solo back a bit, but I'm cutting him some slack just for one smile of pure 20 year old joy somewhere around :55.

This is Carlos Santana playing his Gibson SG guitar, Greg Rolle on organ, Dave Brown on bass, Chepito Areas on percussion, Mike Carabello on the conga drums, and Mike Shrieve on drums.

Santana.

Soul Sacrifice.

 

 

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