Showing posts with label Hard Rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hard Rock. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The Mal Thursday Show #34: The Mean Season


The Mal Thursday Show #34: "The Mean Season"

In an episode dedicated to longtime friend of the show Scott Law, Mal Thursday spins some of his favorite records of the past year, as well as turning the spotlight on State Records and Sandgate Sound Studios. Also featuring the GaragePunk Podcast debut of "World's on Fire" by scream queen Victoria De Mare, produced and co-written by Kim Fowley.

Presented in Living Monophonic Sound.

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Playlist:
LOS EXPLOSIVOS
(with MICHAEL KASTELIC): You Got Another Think Comin'
MONDO TOPLESS: Gonna Find a Cave
PERSIAN CLAWS: Clever Way to Crawl
THE MALARIANS: Action Woman
LEN PRICE 3: Pictures
THE UGLY BEATS: Through You
THE SONS OF HERCULES: Rock of Gilbraltar
VICTORIA DE MARE: World's on Fire
GROOVY UNCLE: Got Any Mantras?
THE LYKES OF YEW: Paris Heights
THE WILDKAT TAMERS: Wildcat Tamer
MAGIC BROTHER: Twelve More Hours
PAUL MESSIS: When You Pass Me By
THE HIGHER STATE: Not Up to You
THE HENCHMEN: Livin'
THE KEGGS: To Find Out
THE ILLUSIONS: City of People
BOB SEGER & THE LAST HEARD: Chain Smokin'
THE RATIONALS: Smokestack Lightning/Inside Looking Out
DETROIT: It Ain't Easy
THE STOOGES: Loose (Take 22)
MC5: Kick Out the Jams (Live '72)

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Friday, December 4, 2009

Of Birthdays, Bootlegs, and Alice

Yesterday was my sister Beth's 50th birthday, and I sent her this tasteful e-card featuring the late, great Jack Lord in full-on McGarrett mode:
Note: "Mike" is the "M" in "JM." Well, actually, it's "Michael," but I digress.

Anyway, she wrote me today that she doesn't feel a day over 16. I can relate, although I've had to move on from playing the eternal adolescent, what with fatherhood and trying to keep the wolves from the door and all that. Emotionally, I'm at least 18 now.

Growth!

My sister's birthday yesterday reminded me that today is the birthday of my best friend from grade school, John Portolese. I will always be grateful to John for having hipped me to the early work of Alice Cooper (the band, that is, with the original, classic line-up of Alice, Glenn Buxton, Michael Bruce, Dennis Dunaway, and Neal Smith).

Of late, I've been digging a couple of bootlegs from their early '70s heyday, Live at the Paramount, Seattle 1971 (the Love It to Death tour) and Killered in Pittsburgh '72 (featuring live renditions of the songs from my all-time fave Alice LP, Killer, hence the title), and waxing nostalgic about skipping school on Ash Wednesday '73 to purchase Killer at the local drugstore, and writing my first play, Alice Cooper Versus the Blob, under its influence.

Rock on, dudes.