Sunday marks the year anniversary of Billy Peitsch’s death. I knew him for twenty years and I can safely say he was the coolest person I’ve even known. His death, coming so soon after the deaths of my close friends Bob and Alice Quine, Kelly Keller, Dee Dee Ramone, Cordell Jackson, and Hasil Adkins sent me into a state of shock that I’m just now starting to emerge from. I’m not a good enough writer to do justice to his life and achievements,but if you knew Bill you know what I mean. He was one of a kind in the best way. And one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. I never had less than a great time when Bill was around, he could take the piss out of lames like no one I’ve ever seen, he could fix your car, explain to you why the Brooklyn Bridge didn’t fall into the river, expound on why Chuck Berry was the greatest songwriter ever, and when Andre Williams would go missing in action five minutes to show time it was Bill who could find him, get his false teeth back in Andre’s mouth
Not much to say today, but I love this Scopitone clip of Ronnie Hawkins & the Hawks.Yes, the big eared blond on drums is Levon Helm. Not their best tune (for that, try this one– their version of Bo Diddley’s Who Do You Love from 1960 (Roullette). It was a huge hit in Canada whose radio stations blasted it into Detroit at the time, evidently it was a big influence on the Stooges’ James Wiliamson whose solo on Search & Destroy would echo it twenty two years later. Enjoy. BTW My airchecks are logged here: WWW.thehound.net if you’re lookin’ for ’em.
I remember seeing this when it first aired, I must’ve been five or six years old and I worshipped the Rolling Stones the way my older brother worshipped the Beatles.
Ever since they took the Teletubbies off tv at 8:30 am I’ve gone back to listening to WKCR’s Bird Flight every morning. I forgot what a great morning ritual this can be. I mean, I think I own almost everything Charlie Parker ever recorded (except I lost my copy of the bootleg where he plays behind Little Jimmy Scott, sometimes credited to Chubby Newsome, anyone know where I can find it these days?).
Let me explain, I messed up the first post today by inserting the links to the discussed tunes wrong, then it took a few tries to figure out why I had messed up but I finally got it right. So today’s post is Meanwhile Back In The Jungle (scroll down) the rest are attempts to get the links workin’ so you could here those two great tunes, and now this is here to explain to scroll down to today’s post. I did want to add one more link, that’s the one to the archive of Hound radio shows: www.thehound.net. I’ll be updating this blog regular like, and Brian who tends to the Hound archives adds new shows and podcasts weekly.
Also in the next few days I’ll start to add links to some blogs I read. Over & out for today I hope….
click the title for the Percy Mayfield, click the title of the last post for the Al Ferrier, seem to be the only way I can get ’em to work today!
First off I wanted to post the two tunes I talked about in my first post your anyone who wants to hear em, the Al Ferrier tunes I’m The Man
can be heard here: , the 45 is on Excello (the b-side of “Hey Baby”, you can get it on the excellent ACE CD The Rockin’ South, a collection of Excello rockabilly). It’s my favorite type of rockabilly tunes– a greaseball with a pompadour and a hard on tellin’ the world how cool he is.
The Percy Mayfield tunes- The Voice Within is here: , it’s a whole different bag of shells. The original 78 is on Specialty and you can find it on the Specialty CD Memory Pain. Mayfield was perhaps the most tortured and forlorn songwriter of the R&B era. He struck gold in ’51 with “Please Send Me Somebody To Love” which topped the R&B charts but after a car wreck disfigured his mug he stopped performing and turned to full time songwriting and recording. Mayfield wrote many of Ray Charlies early 60’s hits like “Hit The Road Jack” as well as Elvis’ “Stranger In My Own Hometown”. his version of that one (even better than Elvis’ for my $) is on the Rhino/Handmade CD Percy Mayfield My Jug & I a re-issue of an early 60’s LP he cut with Ray Charles and his band and was originally issued on Charles’ Tangerine label.
So it’s 9/11 here in New York. Since I’ve spent the last thirty one years living in lower Manhattan, of course I saw it, smelled it,
got my lungs permanetly damaged by the whole mess. My only comment now is exactly what I was thinking when I saw the first tower fall over– “there goes our civil rights”!. I was right. I’ll try and stick to cultural issues in these posts but I wanted to get that one in. It’s records like these that make me miss doing the radio show.
Speaking of my old radio show (with tons of shows archived and podcasted at
it was fun doing the WFMU interview with Rex, you can hear it archived at www.wfmu.org (follow the links to Rex’s show, I was on Aug. 9th). Of course I got censored (I pre-taped the interview at WNYC’s new ultra swank studios). What got cut out was this:
“Holly George Warren, that bug eyed freak ripped me off for $500 for the article I wrote for the crummy book about the blues”! (I won’t mention the title as I refuse to plug the thing) but it was part of the merch package to go along with Martin Scorsese’s crappy blues documentry that ran on PBS (the only good thing in that whole six hour + wank was the footage of JB Lenoir that was part of the Wim Wenders episode). Maybe I’ll dig out my contract and post it here. I like how she just refused to answer my e-mails on the subject when six months later I still hadn’t been paid. Then, shamless as ever writes me (two years later) to ask for free info for her very dull Gene Autry bio. It’s not like I really need $500, it’s the principle of the thing, a so called friend, who has never been shy about asking for favors (like a job for her husband) but then will turn around and beat me for a pissant amount of money and pretend like it never happened. I hope those bug eyes explode the next time you lie to a writer.
I’ll try and post more over the weekend, I’m starting to feel like I have something to say again, after talking myself out over the twelve years of weekly broadcasts.