“How long has the long hair been fashionable in England?”
Early Rolling Stones.VERY early. The long lead-in is worth it for the cultural anthropology alone.
My love a-bigger than a Cadillac
I try to show it and you drive a-me back
Your love for me a-got to be real
For you to know just how I feel
A love for real not fade away
A love that’s love – not fade away
A well, a-love that’s love – not fade away
This not to say that the Stones did not upgrade the performance of this classic…
Meanwhile, sixty-plus years after Buddy Holly cut it, the song is still kicking it on Austin City Limits…
[Note: On this version, it is permissible to go full-screen, crank up the volume, and get jiggy with it. We’re looking at you Hangtown Bob and Peg, two for whom “love is love and not fade away.”]
Wasn’t JI’s nickname Joe ‘Bias’ ? Joe used to ask Buddy to ‘Buy us a Coke’, ‘Buy us some lunch’
RL HomerMay 28, 2021, 1:53 AM
IMO the very best version of “Not fade away” was done by the Grateful Dead in 1971 on their live Original Skeleton and Roses album. Not fade away segues into “Going down the road feelin’ bad” and is perhaps the two best songs off a live recording that has been done. Recorded at the Manhattan Center In NYC in 1971. Yeah, a traveler of MANY GD concerts mostly on the West Coast when it was REALLY cool place to be and the music was exceptional, mid 1960s into the very early 1980s.
Here is a link for any interested:
Awesome, love music, as I pen this it’s “ Quicksilver Messenger Service” The Best Of, on a quick silver tube amp, Thur a California audio labs player, pushed thru a copy of Klipsh’s corner horns, “ AudioLab”, everything in em is Klipsch. Five ft tall, four ish ft wide and three ft deep.
These boys kick ass. Next up Joesphs Coat! Talk about a walk down memory lane. Voodoo Lounge’s on deck.
Heard some high end shotguns arrived at the gun store,,,, think I deserve another shotgun I won’t ever shoot. Frankly my guns are a dam good investment. Will evenly triple in value, when the feds done.
Which reminds me, would you folks consider commenting on the 90 day comment section of ATF, regarding ghost lowers, bump stocks, armalites and mags in general. Very important. You have about 78 days to purchase 80%lowers. 5D tactical is marketing an impressive lower, just went up to 115.00 from 90.00. Per lower.
Not that I give a shit what ATF does or says, when a tool to counter their intended direction is available, I gotta contribute. My letter just may cost me some freedom. Lots of fuck you’s,,,, and eat shits involved.
Basically I told em I don’t need one of Jerry’s Kids to interpret the Constitution, the Bill of Rights for me. Have zero intentions of following their dumb ass rules ever again. Dan it did it again. Off topic! Sorry GV, my minds moving five miles a minute these days.
VI
Auntie AnalogueMay 28, 2021, 3:57 PM
When I first heard it in 1964 the Stones’ first U.S. LP version of “Not Fade Away” became my all-time favorite rock studio recording. It still is. They transformed Buddy Holly’s bop original into a driving storm of rhythmic passion, and no one has ever equalled Brian Jones’s harp on that number.
The Stones’ early live performances of that song are also superb – the later performances are, I feel, over-baked.
That said, props to commenter RL Homer because I also love the Dead’s 1971 live blowout of “Not Fade Away/Goin’ Down The Road Feelin’ Bad.” If I’m at the wheel motoring along that’s the rendition I prefer.
I blow a workmanlike blues harp (up and down along the Mississippi I’ve sat in on harp with some very good blues bands, with barroom blues outfits, and with the late piano bluesman James Crutchfield) and whoever the woman blowing harp on that Austin City Limits video is, she does an embarrassingly amateurish job on those reeds.
That Bo Diddley Beat – “shave-and-a-haircut, two-bits” – is as infectious as a rhythm gets, and not every band can do it well. But when it’s done well, I defy anyone to claim that it hasn’t spurred his toes, or any other body part, to tappin’.
Nah, chasmatic had it right. I miss that curmudgeon—
Here ya go ArmChair:
When I was a child, I spoke as a child; I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. I Corinthians 13:11
But Jesus saith unto him, Follow me; and leave the dead to bury their own dead. Matthew 8:22
Posted by: chasmatic at January 16, 2015 9:49 PM
RL HomerMay 29, 2021, 2:47 AM
Thats what I be talkin’ ’bout, people who know their music and are not trapped into any of the garbage out today. My stereo equipment is all vintage save for the CD player. For vinyl I use a Dual 1219 with a Shure M97 cartridge which might have been one of or maybe the last NOS made in USA Shure’s, Receiver is a 1972 Marantz 2270 that tested out at 90 watts per channel at at Macintosh clinic in the 1990s, is all original, 1972 Marantz Imperial 6 speakers which were not very popular which I never understood. They pair very well with the receiver, and AR 4s when I want to have 4 speakers.
Cudos to Auntie Analogue for blowin’ that harp and love of the blues. I started sneakin’ into bars and clubs when I was 15 just for the blues and was caught and tossed out of so many after a time they just gave up and let me hang in back of the stage. Personal favorite is John Lee Hooker who I saw countless times and was fortunate enough to have had a few conversations with him. Total gentleman and class act.
GlenfilthieMay 29, 2021, 7:30 AM
Boomers start reliving their youth and the music of their era … and I just want to suck start the 12 guage. Then I check myself because you guys deserve it far more than I do. Hate to break it to ya, geezers – but your music sucked balls, and the world will be a better place when you and your musicians are gone. The worst one for that is Kim du Toit. He’s even worse, he pervs out over old broads too.
Don’t let us get in the way of your transition from sucking your usual source of sustenance to a 12 gauge. Suck on, Glen, as is your wont.
We h ave the Beatles, the Stones, the Who, Dylan, and Rolling Stone in which we lay out the 500 greatest rock songs and you have….. what? Twitter?
Where we say “Rock on” you must be content with “Tweet On.” Sucks to be you.
SkorpionMay 29, 2021, 1:34 PM
Loved the starstruck girls — a big part of pop music ever since Frank Sinatra crooned to his first bobby-soxer audience.
As for the song? I’ve said it before, and will say it again:
Elvis may have been *The King*.
Chuck Berry may have been *Mr. Rock n’ Roll*.
But Buddy Holly was the first rock *artist*. His songs will be loved and covered as long as guitars and drums exist.
RL HomerMay 29, 2021, 6:51 PM
Glen:
I would be more than happy to ‘assist’ you sucking on the 12 gauge. You can even be on twatter as you suck in the lead.
Indeed, sucks to be you.
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
Camouflage
Sourdough Mountain Lookout
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Chimes of Freedom
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
De Breanski
VAN GOGH
Hillegas
To the Stonecutters
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
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Wasn’t JI’s nickname Joe ‘Bias’ ? Joe used to ask Buddy to ‘Buy us a Coke’, ‘Buy us some lunch’
IMO the very best version of “Not fade away” was done by the Grateful Dead in 1971 on their live Original Skeleton and Roses album. Not fade away segues into “Going down the road feelin’ bad” and is perhaps the two best songs off a live recording that has been done. Recorded at the Manhattan Center In NYC in 1971. Yeah, a traveler of MANY GD concerts mostly on the West Coast when it was REALLY cool place to be and the music was exceptional, mid 1960s into the very early 1980s.
Here is a link for any interested:
https://youtu.be/pvcb1mkihho
Awesome, love music, as I pen this it’s “ Quicksilver Messenger Service” The Best Of, on a quick silver tube amp, Thur a California audio labs player, pushed thru a copy of Klipsh’s corner horns, “ AudioLab”, everything in em is Klipsch. Five ft tall, four ish ft wide and three ft deep.
These boys kick ass. Next up Joesphs Coat! Talk about a walk down memory lane. Voodoo Lounge’s on deck.
Heard some high end shotguns arrived at the gun store,,,, think I deserve another shotgun I won’t ever shoot. Frankly my guns are a dam good investment. Will evenly triple in value, when the feds done.
Which reminds me, would you folks consider commenting on the 90 day comment section of ATF, regarding ghost lowers, bump stocks, armalites and mags in general. Very important. You have about 78 days to purchase 80%lowers. 5D tactical is marketing an impressive lower, just went up to 115.00 from 90.00. Per lower.
Not that I give a shit what ATF does or says, when a tool to counter their intended direction is available, I gotta contribute. My letter just may cost me some freedom. Lots of fuck you’s,,,, and eat shits involved.
Basically I told em I don’t need one of Jerry’s Kids to interpret the Constitution, the Bill of Rights for me. Have zero intentions of following their dumb ass rules ever again. Dan it did it again. Off topic! Sorry GV, my minds moving five miles a minute these days.
VI
When I first heard it in 1964 the Stones’ first U.S. LP version of “Not Fade Away” became my all-time favorite rock studio recording. It still is. They transformed Buddy Holly’s bop original into a driving storm of rhythmic passion, and no one has ever equalled Brian Jones’s harp on that number.
The Stones’ early live performances of that song are also superb – the later performances are, I feel, over-baked.
That said, props to commenter RL Homer because I also love the Dead’s 1971 live blowout of “Not Fade Away/Goin’ Down The Road Feelin’ Bad.” If I’m at the wheel motoring along that’s the rendition I prefer.
I blow a workmanlike blues harp (up and down along the Mississippi I’ve sat in on harp with some very good blues bands, with barroom blues outfits, and with the late piano bluesman James Crutchfield) and whoever the woman blowing harp on that Austin City Limits video is, she does an embarrassingly amateurish job on those reeds.
That Bo Diddley Beat – “shave-and-a-haircut, two-bits” – is as infectious as a rhythm gets, and not every band can do it well. But when it’s done well, I defy anyone to claim that it hasn’t spurred his toes, or any other body part, to tappin’.
Nah, chasmatic had it right. I miss that curmudgeon—
Here ya go ArmChair:
When I was a child, I spoke as a child; I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. I Corinthians 13:11
But Jesus saith unto him, Follow me; and leave the dead to bury their own dead. Matthew 8:22
Posted by: chasmatic at January 16, 2015 9:49 PM
Thats what I be talkin’ ’bout, people who know their music and are not trapped into any of the garbage out today. My stereo equipment is all vintage save for the CD player. For vinyl I use a Dual 1219 with a Shure M97 cartridge which might have been one of or maybe the last NOS made in USA Shure’s, Receiver is a 1972 Marantz 2270 that tested out at 90 watts per channel at at Macintosh clinic in the 1990s, is all original, 1972 Marantz Imperial 6 speakers which were not very popular which I never understood. They pair very well with the receiver, and AR 4s when I want to have 4 speakers.
Cudos to Auntie Analogue for blowin’ that harp and love of the blues. I started sneakin’ into bars and clubs when I was 15 just for the blues and was caught and tossed out of so many after a time they just gave up and let me hang in back of the stage. Personal favorite is John Lee Hooker who I saw countless times and was fortunate enough to have had a few conversations with him. Total gentleman and class act.
Boomers start reliving their youth and the music of their era … and I just want to suck start the 12 guage. Then I check myself because you guys deserve it far more than I do. Hate to break it to ya, geezers – but your music sucked balls, and the world will be a better place when you and your musicians are gone. The worst one for that is Kim du Toit. He’s even worse, he pervs out over old broads too.
Eeerrrrmmmm… have a nice day! HAR HAR HAR!!!
Thanks, Glen. And fuck you.
JWM
Don’t let us get in the way of your transition from sucking your usual source of sustenance to a 12 gauge. Suck on, Glen, as is your wont.
We h ave the Beatles, the Stones, the Who, Dylan, and Rolling Stone in which we lay out the 500 greatest rock songs and you have….. what? Twitter?
Where we say “Rock on” you must be content with “Tweet On.” Sucks to be you.
Loved the starstruck girls — a big part of pop music ever since Frank Sinatra crooned to his first bobby-soxer audience.
As for the song? I’ve said it before, and will say it again:
Elvis may have been *The King*.
Chuck Berry may have been *Mr. Rock n’ Roll*.
But Buddy Holly was the first rock *artist*. His songs will be loved and covered as long as guitars and drums exist.
Glen:
I would be more than happy to ‘assist’ you sucking on the 12 gauge. You can even be on twatter as you suck in the lead.
Indeed, sucks to be you.