Monthly Archives: July 2016

1012. problems

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“You don’t truly own the Sex Pistols’ Never Mind the Bollocks unless you’ve stolen it.  Such was the logic of a guy who called himself Limey Len, an English ex-pat who I remember for chiefly two things. 1. the marijuana he sold was always underweight. 2: he’d never shut up about how he’d been there, actually seen the Pistols in a small club in London, which was probably a lie, he lied about everything else. So anyway, one night, at the dog end of some shitty New Years party when he was passed out on his kitchen floor, I stole his copy of Never Mind The Bollocks. I’m not even sorry.” (Philip Random)

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1013. themselves

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Second of two in a row from the Minutemen‘s Double Nickels on the Dime, a double album featuring forty-three mostly hard, mostly fast, mostly abrupt nuggets that manage to be unerringly smart, angry, political, and damned good. Themselves, at one-minute-eighteen seconds, doesn’t even feel rushed, just urgent, because all the men who work the land need to wake the f*** up and see beyond the rhetoric. True in 1984. True in 2016.

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1014. maybe partying will help

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First of two in a row from the Minutemen‘s Double Nickels on the Dime, arguably the best double album of the 1980s. Because 1984 was supposed to be the year that we all finally found ourselves in George Orwell’s living hell, betrayers of love, loving only Big Brother. But if you were digging deep, steering clear of the sewage that was flooding the mainstream, you had punk-rock-hardcore-whatever-you-want-to-call-it getting ambitious (progressive even), swinging hard for the fences in all kinds of cool ways. And the Minutemen were leading that charge.

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1015. manic depression

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https://vimeo.com/196137354

It’s been half a century since the Jimi Hendrix Experience dropped its debut album onto the world, but words still fail. Yet you gotta try anyway, so call Manic Depression pure truth in advertising. Even if it was sung in Gaelic, you’d know it was about the world just not being quick enough for the man’s psychedelic soul. Or perhaps the other way around.

(photo: Jim Marshall)

9. The Solid Time Of Change

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Part nine of the Solid Time of Change aired Saturday July-9-2016 c/o CiTR.FM.101.9.

Podcast (Solid Time begins at around the 5 minute point). Youtube playlist (probably inaccurate).

The Solid Time of Change will be Randophonic’s main focus for the forseeable future, an overlong yet incomplete history of the so-called Prog Rock era (presented in countdown form) – 661 records from 1965 through 1979 with which we hope to do justice to a strange and ambitious time, musically speaking.

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Part nine of the journey went as follows:

  1. Rick Wakeman – white rock
  2. Rick Wakeman – lax’x
  3. Love – alone again or
  4. Love – the good humour man, he sees everything like this
  5. Manfred Mann’s Earth Band – Pluto the Dog
  6. Emerson Lake + Palmer – take a pebble [edit]
  7. America – sandman
  8. Moody Blues – higher + higher
  9. Moody Blues – house of (three) doors
  10. Moody Blues – legend of a mind
  11. Caravan – the dog the dog, he’s at it again
  12. Caravan – the love in your eye [unpop edit]
  13. Pink Floyd – fat old sun
  14. Jon Anderson – ocean song
  15. Jon Anderson – meeting [garden of Geda]
  16. Jon Anderson – sound out the galleon
  17. Jon Anderson – transic
  18. Jon Anderson – naon
  19. Daevid Allen – only make love if you want to
  20. Van Morrison – almost independence day

Fresh episodes air pretty much every Saturday night, starting 11 pm (Pacific time) c/o CiTR.FM.101.9, with streaming and download options available within twenty-four hours via our Facebook page.

1016. Moving to Florida

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“The special beauty underlying all the willful ugliness of the Butthole Surfers comes from the fact that they were the manifestation of everything any good, god fearing parent ever feared about rock and roll. They were impossibly loud, and ugly, and committed unspeakable crimes onstage and off. In other words, they were exactly what the mid-1980s needed. Moving To Florida gets the nod here because it’s the first song of theirs I ever heard. And I smiled.” (Philip Random)