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Showing posts with label 45s. Show all posts
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Monday, December 6, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
The Devil's Music: Toni Wine - Toni's Tune
Amplify’d from devildick.blogspot.com
Friday, December 3, 2010
Toni Wine - Toni's Tune
Another one to file under "what the fuck"? Not sure who Toni Wine is but she is obviously one sick human. If this record was made for children then you will know what a sadistic person Toni was because this will only give your child NIGHTMARES! I can't even begin to understand that there are actually song writing credits as well, since the sounds are obviously that of one of Satan's haunted Jack-In-The Boxes! And just what is with the banging in the background? Caskets closing and babies yawning.... just weird man, weird....
It never ceases to amaze me how many screwy & fucked up records there are in the world and just what were these people thinking when they pressed them?
Happy Nightmares!!!
Toni Wine - Toni's Tune
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I don't look like the girls in the movie shows...
Amplify’d from desosquichante.blogspot.com
Nous moman tchué nous,
Nous popa manzé nous.
Nous pas dans la bière,
Nous pas dans cimetière.
I don't look like the girls in the movie shows...
Given that I'll be lucky to find another copy of this 45...and that the only comp I'm aware of which includes it is out of print....here's my totally beat up copy of Ruby Johnson's first single, circa 1960.The girl was ferocious straight-out-of-the-gate.Hope ya'll enjoy....
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The Family Tree - He Spins Around
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
The Family Tree - He Spins Around
Good Bowie-esque rock.
The lead singer was Bob Segraini later of the Wackers.
Segarini's earliest band,'The Ratz, was a local Los Angeles group with Gary Duncan, who later formed Quicksilver Messenger Service. Segarini next started Family Tree with guitarist and keyboardist Jimmy De Cocq, singer Michael Dure, drummer Vann Slatter and bassist Bill "Kootch" Trochim. They only released one album, Miss Butters. Next Segarini formed Roxy with De Cocq and Randy Bishop playing bass and vocals. The group signed with Elektra Records in 1969, but after one album, producer Gary Usher reorganised the band adding drummer Spencer Earnshaw and former guitarist from Family Tree, Mike Stull and bassist Bill 'Kootch' Trochim. The new group released three albums as The Wackers, Wackering Heights, Hot Wacks and Shredder.
This cut is not on the Lp.
The Family Tree - He Spins Around
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Thursday, November 26, 2009
A Few, Good, Borrowed Thanksgiving Images
From: http://musicartstyle.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html
I'm thankful to all those who stop by and leave comments. So get out your peace pipes and be thankful for what you have.
From: http://wfmuichiban.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-last-frontier-hotel-las.html
"Last Frontier Hotel. Las Vegas, Nevada. Thanksgiving 1951. -- Pretty Joan Manning didn't have the heart to kill this turkey at the Last Frontier Village so she decided to make a pet of it and eat hamburger for Thanksgiving." Via the USC archives. Posted by Greg G.
From: http://pattihaskins.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/happy-thanksgiving-usa/
Here’s wishing you a wonderful holiday. This lovely pair of blue turkeys is available at Linocutboy’s shop: http://www.etsy.com/shop/linocutboy
From: http://theselvedgeyard.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/happy-thanksgiving-homage-to-the-turkey/
HAPPY THANKSGIVING | HOMAGE TO THE TURKEY « The Selvedge Yard
Circa 1910, postcard by Frances Brundage. You know I love anything on wheels...
Circa 1934 -- Max Baer Sr.(Jethro's dad), world's heavyweight boxing champion, gathering his Thanksgiving dinner. -- Image by © Bettmann.
Jeanne Crain has an axe to grind with a certain turkey, circa 1946.- Image by © Bettmann.
“I’ll take a leg, please…” Marilyn Monroe as vixen pilgrim, circa 1950. -Image by © Bettmann.
(Bettie Page, left) Queens of the the 33rd annual Roseland Thanksgiving Eve ball in New York. circa 1951. — Image by © Bettmann.
From: http://wfmuichiban.blogspot.com/2009/11/pow-wow.html
Grace_Tennessee_and_The_American_Spirits_-_Pow_Wow
Listen & download at: http://www.mediafire.com/?eyozywez2mz
Posted by Kogar the Swinging Ape
From: http://newtextureblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html
copyright © 2009 Wyatt Doyle
(And speaking of TURKEYS...)
From: http://space2k.tumblr.com/post/246341949/still-my-favorite-souvenir-of-the-2008-election
"Still my favorite souvenir of the 2008 election." - space2k
I'm thankful to all those who stop by and leave comments. So get out your peace pipes and be thankful for what you have.From: http://wfmuichiban.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-last-frontier-hotel-las.html
"Last Frontier Hotel. Las Vegas, Nevada. Thanksgiving 1951. -- Pretty Joan Manning didn't have the heart to kill this turkey at the Last Frontier Village so she decided to make a pet of it and eat hamburger for Thanksgiving." Via the USC archives. Posted by Greg G.From: http://pattihaskins.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/happy-thanksgiving-usa/
Here’s wishing you a wonderful holiday. This lovely pair of blue turkeys is available at Linocutboy’s shop: http://www.etsy.com/shop/linocutboyFrom: http://theselvedgeyard.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/happy-thanksgiving-homage-to-the-turkey/
HAPPY THANKSGIVING | HOMAGE TO THE TURKEY « The Selvedge Yard
Circa 1910, postcard by Frances Brundage. You know I love anything on wheels...
Circa 1934 -- Max Baer Sr.(Jethro's dad), world's heavyweight boxing champion, gathering his Thanksgiving dinner. -- Image by © Bettmann.
Jeanne Crain has an axe to grind with a certain turkey, circa 1946.- Image by © Bettmann.
“I’ll take a leg, please…” Marilyn Monroe as vixen pilgrim, circa 1950. -Image by © Bettmann.
(Bettie Page, left) Queens of the the 33rd annual Roseland Thanksgiving Eve ball in New York. circa 1951. — Image by © Bettmann.From: http://wfmuichiban.blogspot.com/2009/11/pow-wow.html
Grace_Tennessee_and_The_American_Spirits_-_Pow_WowListen & download at: http://www.mediafire.com/?eyozywez2mz
Posted by Kogar the Swinging Ape
From: http://newtextureblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html
copyright © 2009 Wyatt Doyle(And speaking of TURKEYS...)
From: http://space2k.tumblr.com/post/246341949/still-my-favorite-souvenir-of-the-2008-election
"Still my favorite souvenir of the 2008 election." - space2k
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Thursday, September 3, 2009
The Yardbirds-Evil Hearted You-Still I'm Sad-Shapes of Things-You’re A Better Man Than I
The Sweetest Psychopath blog recently ran a bunch of Yardbirds' posts. Here are both sides of 2 downloadable singles w/sleeves from the Yardbirds' "golden era" of 1965-6.
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177383245/the-yardbirds-jim-mccarty-paul-samwell-smith
The Yardbirds - Jim McCarty, Paul Samwell-Smith, Chris Dreja, Keith Relf, Eric Clapton (1965)
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177240413/the-yardbirds-evil-hearted-you-still-im-sad
The Yardbirds - Evil Hearted You/Still I’m Sad 45rpm (1965)
Listen & download at:
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177246438/the-yardbirds-still-im-sad-1965
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177245673/the-yardbirds-evil-hearted-you-1965-one-of-my
One of my all-time favorites from the Jeff Beck era Yardbirds, but then again the Jeff Beck era was THE BEST era.
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177068274/theswingingsixties-the-yardbirds-shapes-of
The Yardbirds - Shapes of Things/You’re A Better Man Than I (1966)
Listen & download at:
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177069316/theswingingsixties-the-yardbirds-shapes-of
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177070014/the-yardbirds-youre-a-better-man-than-i-1966
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177383245/the-yardbirds-jim-mccarty-paul-samwell-smith
The Yardbirds - Jim McCarty, Paul Samwell-Smith, Chris Dreja, Keith Relf, Eric Clapton (1965)http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177240413/the-yardbirds-evil-hearted-you-still-im-sad
The Yardbirds - Evil Hearted You/Still I’m Sad 45rpm (1965)Listen & download at:
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177246438/the-yardbirds-still-im-sad-1965
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177245673/the-yardbirds-evil-hearted-you-1965-one-of-my
One of my all-time favorites from the Jeff Beck era Yardbirds, but then again the Jeff Beck era was THE BEST era.
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177068274/theswingingsixties-the-yardbirds-shapes-of
The Yardbirds - Shapes of Things/You’re A Better Man Than I (1966)Listen & download at:
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177069316/theswingingsixties-the-yardbirds-shapes-of
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/177070014/the-yardbirds-youre-a-better-man-than-i-1966
Monday, August 24, 2009
Back to School with a Few, Good Borrowed Images More
From: http://www.flickr.com/photos/renatamein/3760456774/
Japanese Chrysanthemum (via bebe le strange)
From: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Henry_Cheever_Pratt_-_View_from_Maricopa_Mountain_near_the_Rio_Gila_-_1855.jpg
Henry Cheever Pratt (1803-1880) View from Maricopa Mountain near the Rio Gila 1855, oil on canvas (via janitor of lunacy)
From: http://feastingonroadkill.tumblr.com/post/164167083/what-would-you-do-if-the-man-you-had-married
What Would You Do, If The Man You Had Married Turned Out To Be A Weakling? (wanders off for instructions from Mrs Feastingonroadkill on how to answer this…)
From: http://bebelestrange.tumblr.com/post/166064165

From: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Seattle_-_Curiosity_Shop_-_shrunken_heads_02A.jpg
Shrunken heads in the permanent collection of Ye Olde Curiosity Shop, Seattle, Washington. According to Kate Duncan's book 1001 Curious Things, these are probably a mix of real and fake. Shop founder J. E. "Daddy" Standley thought they were all real, but was probably conned on some of them.
From: http://rightclickthisshit.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html
via Mogadonia
From: http://themonsterologist.com/
via msbojangles
From: http://fringepop.blogspot.com/2009/08/louisiana-hussy.html
Just woke up on this fine Sunday morning and decided to post this vintage exploitation poster for your enjoyment. A good Louisiana hussy is hard to find.
From: http://lpcoverlover.com/?/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/IMG_3707.JPG
“Heaven’s Satellite” with The Good News Singers from Bakersfield, California. Vision Records This one is highly sought after and rarely found.
From: http://janitoroflunacy.tumblr.com/post/170254641/duryang-kim-sapsalgae-1743
Duryang Kim - Sapsalgae - 1743
From: http://visualguidanceltd.blogspot.com/2009/08/seaofchandelier.html
Photo from: http://www.trendhunter.com/photos/27195/1
From: http://mogadonia.tumblr.com/post/170638863
From Israel Regardie’s The Golden Dawn, An Account of the Teachings, Rites and Ceremonies of THE ORDER OF THE GOLDEN DAWN
(first published 1937) Found in a dumped tea-chest of occult books down the bottom of my road a few years back.
From: http://fansinaflashbulb.wordpress.com/2009/02/
Weegee, [Showgirl Sherry Britton Reading Apes, Men and Morons], ca. 1944
From: http://www.flickr.com/photos/shopatmoxie/3782866266/
Abstract Forest Vintage Fabric (Latest vintage fabric find. I want to live in that fun forest.)
Japanese Chrysanthemum (via bebe le strange)From: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Henry_Cheever_Pratt_-_View_from_Maricopa_Mountain_near_the_Rio_Gila_-_1855.jpg
Henry Cheever Pratt (1803-1880) View from Maricopa Mountain near the Rio Gila 1855, oil on canvas (via janitor of lunacy)From: http://feastingonroadkill.tumblr.com/post/164167083/what-would-you-do-if-the-man-you-had-married
What Would You Do, If The Man You Had Married Turned Out To Be A Weakling? (wanders off for instructions from Mrs Feastingonroadkill on how to answer this…)From: http://bebelestrange.tumblr.com/post/166064165

From: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Seattle_-_Curiosity_Shop_-_shrunken_heads_02A.jpg
Shrunken heads in the permanent collection of Ye Olde Curiosity Shop, Seattle, Washington. According to Kate Duncan's book 1001 Curious Things, these are probably a mix of real and fake. Shop founder J. E. "Daddy" Standley thought they were all real, but was probably conned on some of them.From: http://rightclickthisshit.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html
via MogadoniaFrom: http://themonsterologist.com/
via msbojanglesFrom: http://fringepop.blogspot.com/2009/08/louisiana-hussy.html
Just woke up on this fine Sunday morning and decided to post this vintage exploitation poster for your enjoyment. A good Louisiana hussy is hard to find.From: http://lpcoverlover.com/?/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/IMG_3707.JPG
“Heaven’s Satellite” with The Good News Singers from Bakersfield, California. Vision Records This one is highly sought after and rarely found.From: http://janitoroflunacy.tumblr.com/post/170254641/duryang-kim-sapsalgae-1743
Duryang Kim - Sapsalgae - 1743From: http://visualguidanceltd.blogspot.com/2009/08/seaofchandelier.html
Photo from: http://www.trendhunter.com/photos/27195/1From: http://mogadonia.tumblr.com/post/170638863
From Israel Regardie’s The Golden Dawn, An Account of the Teachings, Rites and Ceremonies of THE ORDER OF THE GOLDEN DAWN(first published 1937) Found in a dumped tea-chest of occult books down the bottom of my road a few years back.
From: http://fansinaflashbulb.wordpress.com/2009/02/
Weegee, [Showgirl Sherry Britton Reading Apes, Men and Morons], ca. 1944From: http://www.flickr.com/photos/shopatmoxie/3782866266/
Abstract Forest Vintage Fabric (Latest vintage fabric find. I want to live in that fun forest.)
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
PINAKOTHEK On: "Sally Go 'Round The Roses"
http://ekotodi.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-fade-away-part-6.html
PINAKOTHEK
(A BLOG ABOUT PICTURES. ALL KINDS OF PICTURES. I won't pretend to specialize or present myself as an expert in anything. Subjectivity is my middle name, a trick memory is my pack mule & self-contradiction is my trusty old jackknife. Generally I favor humble over great, marginal over central, old over new--but not always, because like a four-sided porch I'm open to all winds.)
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 2008
Not Fade Away (part 6)

“Sally Go Round the Roses” is a strange song that can seem as though it is following you around. A writer somewhere called it an ovoid, and that seems apt. The instrumental backing is functionally a loop, a brief syncopated phrase led by piano and followed by bass fiddle and drums, that repeats as often as a rhythm sample. It makes the song float, hover like a cloud. Sitting on top of the cloud are girls, a lot of girls, at least eight of them in multitracked call-and-response, at once ethereal and obsessive. The chorus tells Sally to go round the roses, that the roses can’t hurt her, that they won’t tell her secret. It tells her not to go downtown. It tells her to cry, to let her hair hang down. It tells her that the saddest thing in the whole wide world is to see your baby with another girl.
The record is credited to the Jaynetts, although that seems to have been a label applied by the producers to various aggregations assembled in studios on various dates with varying results. There were other songs with that attribution; they left no mark on the world, nor did they deserve to. This one made it to number two on the charts in 1963. Even the first time you hear it, it sounds as if you’ve always known it. It comes over you like a glow or a chill. It comes over the couple as they sit, shivering, on the rooftop of an old building in Chinatown. It is August, but that does not prevent the air from feeling glacial. They’ve been talking all night, at cross-purposes. Each feels that only a personal failure of rhetorical skill prevents the other from embracing the correct view. But every clarifying or corrective word widens the gulf.
How many Jaynetts were there? Did they ever appear before an audience? What did they look like? Did they wear bouffantes and long gold lamé dresses, or kerchiefs and sweatshirts and three-quarter-length pants? How was the song heard by its first listeners? How is it heard today? Did everybody but us mistake it for an ordinary anodyne pop song? Where did the song really come from? Was the song actually written by someone who sat down at the piano one day? Was it sung to the pretended author in a bar by a stranger who thereupon dropped dead? Did it just somehow materialize, in the form we know today, on a reel-to-reel tape with no indication of origin? Why does it seem to resist the grubby quotidian context from which all things come, particularly pop songs aimed at a nebulously conceived teenage audience? Is it simply a brilliant void like those that periodically inflame the popular imagination, which allow their consumers to project any amount of emotional intensity upon them and merely send it back in slightly rearranged form, so that it can seem to anticipate their wishes and embody their desires and populate their loneliness and hold out a comforting hand, when it is in reality nothing but a doll with mirrored eyes?
Now they’ve stopped talking, from fatigue and futility. They’re drained, and that in concert with the cold air makes them feel as if they’re drifting, carried by breezes far from their rooftop and away over the city, over its skyscrapers and bridges, flung this way and that, speeding up and slowing down, weightless as a couple of feathers. There are trucks moving below them, and pigeons at eye level, and up above is the contrail of a jet. There are few lights on in windows, no visible humans anywhere. They sit, or float, atop a dead city, enmired in a darkness that does not even manage to be satisfyingly black. Just then the sun’s first rays point up over the horizon and begin to describe a fan, each separate ray distinct, almost solid. It is the dawn as represented in nineteenth-century anarchist engravings: the advent of the new world. Silently they regard this phenomenon. It seems cruelly and pointlessly ill-timed, purely gratuitous and designed to mock them. It is the earth’s epic ritual enactment of beginning, and they are at an end. They become aware once again of the song, hovering over the rooftops, emanating from some unseen radio. Sally goes round the roses and keeps going around them: it is a circle. It has no point of entry or exit. They have no purchase over it, no more than they have power over the sun. It, whatever it might be, will continue beginning and ending, over and over and over again, per omnia saecula saeculorum.
POSTED BY THE ALL-SEEING EYE, JR. AT 11:14 AM
PINAKOTHEK
(A BLOG ABOUT PICTURES. ALL KINDS OF PICTURES. I won't pretend to specialize or present myself as an expert in anything. Subjectivity is my middle name, a trick memory is my pack mule & self-contradiction is my trusty old jackknife. Generally I favor humble over great, marginal over central, old over new--but not always, because like a four-sided porch I'm open to all winds.)
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 2008
Not Fade Away (part 6)

“Sally Go Round the Roses” is a strange song that can seem as though it is following you around. A writer somewhere called it an ovoid, and that seems apt. The instrumental backing is functionally a loop, a brief syncopated phrase led by piano and followed by bass fiddle and drums, that repeats as often as a rhythm sample. It makes the song float, hover like a cloud. Sitting on top of the cloud are girls, a lot of girls, at least eight of them in multitracked call-and-response, at once ethereal and obsessive. The chorus tells Sally to go round the roses, that the roses can’t hurt her, that they won’t tell her secret. It tells her not to go downtown. It tells her to cry, to let her hair hang down. It tells her that the saddest thing in the whole wide world is to see your baby with another girl.
The record is credited to the Jaynetts, although that seems to have been a label applied by the producers to various aggregations assembled in studios on various dates with varying results. There were other songs with that attribution; they left no mark on the world, nor did they deserve to. This one made it to number two on the charts in 1963. Even the first time you hear it, it sounds as if you’ve always known it. It comes over you like a glow or a chill. It comes over the couple as they sit, shivering, on the rooftop of an old building in Chinatown. It is August, but that does not prevent the air from feeling glacial. They’ve been talking all night, at cross-purposes. Each feels that only a personal failure of rhetorical skill prevents the other from embracing the correct view. But every clarifying or corrective word widens the gulf.
How many Jaynetts were there? Did they ever appear before an audience? What did they look like? Did they wear bouffantes and long gold lamé dresses, or kerchiefs and sweatshirts and three-quarter-length pants? How was the song heard by its first listeners? How is it heard today? Did everybody but us mistake it for an ordinary anodyne pop song? Where did the song really come from? Was the song actually written by someone who sat down at the piano one day? Was it sung to the pretended author in a bar by a stranger who thereupon dropped dead? Did it just somehow materialize, in the form we know today, on a reel-to-reel tape with no indication of origin? Why does it seem to resist the grubby quotidian context from which all things come, particularly pop songs aimed at a nebulously conceived teenage audience? Is it simply a brilliant void like those that periodically inflame the popular imagination, which allow their consumers to project any amount of emotional intensity upon them and merely send it back in slightly rearranged form, so that it can seem to anticipate their wishes and embody their desires and populate their loneliness and hold out a comforting hand, when it is in reality nothing but a doll with mirrored eyes?
Now they’ve stopped talking, from fatigue and futility. They’re drained, and that in concert with the cold air makes them feel as if they’re drifting, carried by breezes far from their rooftop and away over the city, over its skyscrapers and bridges, flung this way and that, speeding up and slowing down, weightless as a couple of feathers. There are trucks moving below them, and pigeons at eye level, and up above is the contrail of a jet. There are few lights on in windows, no visible humans anywhere. They sit, or float, atop a dead city, enmired in a darkness that does not even manage to be satisfyingly black. Just then the sun’s first rays point up over the horizon and begin to describe a fan, each separate ray distinct, almost solid. It is the dawn as represented in nineteenth-century anarchist engravings: the advent of the new world. Silently they regard this phenomenon. It seems cruelly and pointlessly ill-timed, purely gratuitous and designed to mock them. It is the earth’s epic ritual enactment of beginning, and they are at an end. They become aware once again of the song, hovering over the rooftops, emanating from some unseen radio. Sally goes round the roses and keeps going around them: it is a circle. It has no point of entry or exit. They have no purchase over it, no more than they have power over the sun. It, whatever it might be, will continue beginning and ending, over and over and over again, per omnia saecula saeculorum.
POSTED BY THE ALL-SEEING EYE, JR. AT 11:14 AM
Monday, August 10, 2009
THE ELECTRIC EELS’ 1978 posthumous 45 “Cyclotron/Agitated”
THE ELECTRIC EELS’ 1978 posthumous 45 “Cyclotron/Agitated”The drummer on this recording is Nick Knox, who would later keep the steady, primitive beat for The Cramps.
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/158827219/the-electric-eels-agitated-1975-released
THE ELECTRIC EELS’ - Agitated ( 1975, released 1978 )
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/158826724/the-electric-eels-cyclotron-1975-released
THE ELECTRIC EELS’ - Cyclotron ( 1975, released 1978 )
(Listen & download at the links above from The Sweetest Psychopath)
Sunday, August 9, 2009
STOOGES 45's in Mono!!!
Nice download of 3 Stooges' songs in Mono!!! "I Feel Alright' b/w "Down on the Street" from the FUNHOUSE sessions & "I Got A Right" from the James Williamson era.
http://dereksdaily45.blogspot.com/2009/08/stooges-45s.html
FRIDAY, AUGUST 7, 2009
STOOGES 45's


Not for the faint of heart!
These mono 45 mixes are essential listens for Stooge fans.
DOWN ON THE STREET b/w I FEEL ALRIGHT (1970)
I GOT A RIGHT (1972; released 1977)
(Go to original blogpost at Derek's for download)
*LATE ADDITION*
From the sweetest psychopath blog at:
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/160059112/iggy-and-the-stooges-gimme-some-skin-1972
Iggy And The Stooges - Gimme Some Skin ( 1972 , released 1977 )
This classic single hit the shelves in 1977 on Siamese Records under Iggy Pop and James Williamson’s names but it was actually recorded by the Stooges in 72’ prior to and not included on the classic Iggy And The Stooges LP ” Raw Power “
via The Sailor Jerry Blog
(Go to original blogpost at sweetest psychopath to listen & download)
http://dereksdaily45.blogspot.com/2009/08/stooges-45s.html
FRIDAY, AUGUST 7, 2009STOOGES 45's


Not for the faint of heart!
These mono 45 mixes are essential listens for Stooge fans.
DOWN ON THE STREET b/w I FEEL ALRIGHT (1970)
I GOT A RIGHT (1972; released 1977)
(Go to original blogpost at Derek's for download)
*LATE ADDITION*
From the sweetest psychopath blog at:
http://thesweetestpsychopath.tumblr.com/post/160059112/iggy-and-the-stooges-gimme-some-skin-1972
Iggy And The Stooges - Gimme Some Skin ( 1972 , released 1977 )
This classic single hit the shelves in 1977 on Siamese Records under Iggy Pop and James Williamson’s names but it was actually recorded by the Stooges in 72’ prior to and not included on the classic Iggy And The Stooges LP ” Raw Power “
via The Sailor Jerry Blog
(Go to original blogpost at sweetest psychopath to listen & download)
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