I Don’t Know Anything, But I Know Your Wedding Band Wasn’t This Cool
Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose still getting it done.
Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose still getting it done.
I’ll play the guitar, bass, or drums, whatever you need.
The hair might be a problem.
In this corner, my new favorite band that doesn’t exist anymore, Jellyfish!
And in this corner, the re-assembled wreckage of a band that actually made me some money, along with the public debut of the heir spanking the plank.
The heir is so very much better than that now. A year is a long time. For a young man.
When I was younger and lived in LA, there were always ads in the indie papers looking for bands that would be willing to go and work in Japan. It really didn’t matter if you were any good, if you were willing to go, and could play rock music, they’d take you. It was considered a last resort, and paid that way, too.
This is the legacy of sending only desperate –and desperately bad — rock bands to Japan.
He’s no Roy Head, but he’s alright.
I useta play in an R and B band in Simi Valley and the singer would put a quart of vodka in the freezer and then drink it and we’d play Treat Her Right and a buncha other gutbucket stuff and then we’d throw up and go home.
Remember, kids: do the show.
King Curtis. No, really:
And Cannibal and the Headhunters.
I think the na, na-na-na-naaa chant in that song will outlast the Beatles. But maybe that’s just me.
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