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Post by RocDoc on Jul 4, 2009 23:21:27 GMT -5
allen klein?
man.
like flies, i swear.
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Post by Ayinger on Jul 9, 2009 17:18:33 GMT -5
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Post by JACkory on Jul 9, 2009 18:58:35 GMT -5
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Post by Ayinger on Jul 9, 2009 19:51:09 GMT -5
okkkkk,,,,,I was going for a stretch in a poor, sick joke. The doc's take out Jackson's brain to run tests on and then it occurs to me today,,,,hmmmm....didn't he portray The Scarecrow in the musical The Wiz? and now in twist of fate, he is indeed w/o a brain!
(and speaking of meds, I'll go back on mine shortly and mellow out from overthinking things like this. sad tho',,,,,it was cheap entertainment for me)
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Post by RocDoc on Jul 11, 2009 14:23:41 GMT -5
you're fine, don. nothing wrong with a healthy disrespect for 'convention'...the view askew. f 'em if they can't take a joke. Drake Levin dies at 62; guitarist
By Randy Lewis
July 7, 2009
Drake Levin, lead guitarist for Paul Revere & the Raiders during the quintet's hit-making prime in the mid-1960s, died Saturday at his home in San Francisco after a long battle with cancer, according to his longtime friend and former Raiders bandmate Phil Volk. He was 62.
Levin's four-year stint with the Raiders, known for its campy Revolutionary War uniforms, thigh-high black riding boots and tri-corner hats, coincided with a string of top 10 hits including "Kicks," "Hungry" and "Good Thing."
For a time he was one of the most recognizable American rock guitarists through the group's weekly appearances on the Dick Clark-produced music series "Where the Action Is."
The band's 1965 hit "Just Like Me," prominently featuring Levin's double-tracked lead guitar, is on the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's list of "500 Songs That Shaped Rock and Roll."
"I've lost my dear friend, my Raider buddy, and the music world has lost a guitar icon," Volk said in a note posted on his website.
Drake Maxwell Levinshefski was born Aug. 17, 1946, in Chicago, and after his family moved to Boise, Idaho, he began to gain recognition as a musician with bassist Volk in the Surfers. Nebraska-born Revere also had moved to Boise, where he formed the first incarnation of the Raiders in the late 1950s. That edition of the group charted a top 40 single with "Like, Long Hair" in 1961, making it Boise's best-known rock band.
Revere invited the Surfers to open a Raiders show outside Boise in 1963, with Raiders drummer Mike "Smitty" Smith sitting in. This put the group on Revere's radar screen, and when his guitarist left, he offered the job to Levin. Volk soon followed him into the Raiders.
The group relocated to Portland, Ore., looking to build on its regional following. Revere and the Raiders recorded Richard Berry's "Louie Louie" a week before it was put on tape by another Portland band, the Kingsmen, whose version became the national hit and established it as one of the quintessential songs of what came to be known as "garage rock."
Levin's guitar work came to the fore in "Just Like Me," a gloriously sloppy number with a chord progression and overall sound similar to "Louie Louie" that reached No. 11 in early 1966.
Levin, Volk and Smith left the Raiders in 1967, leaving behind Revere and lead singer Mark Lindsay, and formed the Brotherhood. By the time the Raiders landed their only No. 1 hit, "Indian Reservation (The Lament of the Cherokee Reservation Indian)" in 1971, Levin was long gone.
Levin's prominence as a guitarist helped him land subsequent work playing with organist Lee Michaels, singer-songwriter Emitt Rhodes and others. After settling in the Bay Area, he became one of the region's top blues players and formed groups of his own, including Billy Dunn and Bluesway. He last played with his Raiders cohorts at a 1997 reunion in Portland that featured all the mid-'60s band members except Revere, who has continued touring with his own lineup.
Levin is survived by his wife of 37 years, Sandra; sons David and Darby; his mother, Charle; his brother Jeff and his sister Lori.
A memorial service is planned for July 18, but details have not been settled. When finalized, arrangements will be posted on Volk's website, philfangvolk.com.
randy.lewis@latimes.com
www.latimes.com/news/obituaries/la-me-drake-levin7-2009jul07,0,2699826.story
the raiders were the prototype for the 'nasty' guitar sound shoring up their songs. levin played some great riffs. and they were commercially successful, as opposed to say, link wray... |
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Post by JACkory on Jul 11, 2009 17:13:41 GMT -5
Yeah, you're fine, Ayinger.
Doc says so, and I agree. One of the few things he and I stand together on.
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Post by Ayinger on Jul 11, 2009 17:16:52 GMT -5
oh I feel fine doc! Just acknowledge that my post was a bit vauge in drawing the conclusion I'd come to in my bored little skull,,,,"I crack me up" and all that!
THE RAIDERS' "Kicks" & "Hungry" were rather rocking, although I'll have to admit coming to know the latter from Sammy Hagar covering it way-early in his solo days. Some of those poppier bands of the 60's actually had some meat on their bones....a disc of THE RASCALS that Wayved made for me comes to mind. hmmmm,,,,,in his spirit, that'd be great supper-making muzak for tonight!
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Post by JACkory on Jul 11, 2009 18:25:35 GMT -5
I liked the Raiders a lot, though I could have done without the silly costumes. "Good Thing", "Ups and Downs" and "Louie Go Home" were as good as it got back in those days. Believe it or not, I thought their version of "Louie Louie" was better than the Kingsmen.
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Post by rockkid on Jul 19, 2009 9:13:55 GMT -5
"Indian Reservation "
That provided many an hours entertainment (& lyric changes) for anyone working bar in Cold Lake, though it sure wasn’t original intent.
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Post by JACkory on Jul 19, 2009 11:45:34 GMT -5
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Post by RocDoc on Jul 19, 2009 22:11:23 GMT -5
a bit bob keeshan up there, but as a child of the 60s-70s i loved the guy.
and another:
Frank McCourt, late-blooming author of 'Angela's Ashes,' dies at 78
The Pulitzer Prize-winning memoir of his grim childhood in an Irish slum was written after he retired as a New York City schoolteacher.
By Dennis McLellan
July 20, 2009
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Frank McCourt, the retired New York City schoolteacher who launched his late-in-life literary career by tapping memories of his grim, poverty-stricken childhood in Ireland to write the Pulitzer Prize-winning memoir "Angela's Ashes," died Sunday of cancer. He was 78.
McCourt, who was recently treated for melanoma and then became gravely ill with meningitis, died at a hospice in New York City, his brother Malachy told the Associated Press.
"I'm a late bloomer," a 66-year-old McCourt told the New York Times shortly after publication of "Angela's Ashes" in 1996.
McCourt, the Brooklyn-born son of Irish immigrants who returned to Ireland with the family during the Depression when he was 4 years old, had spent three decades teaching English and creative writing in the New York public school system.
At elite Stuyvesant High School in Manhattan, where he taught for many years, he had always advised his creative writing students to write about their own lives and families.
But McCourt didn't write his award-winning personal tale of growing up in grinding poverty in a slum in Limerick, Ireland -- his self-described "epic of woe" that concluded when he emigrated to the United States at 19 -- until several years after he retired as a teacher in 1987.
Described in Newsweek as "the publishing industry's Cinderella story of the decade," "Angela's Ashes" rose to No. 1 on bestseller lists, was translated into more than 20 languages and sold more than 4 million copies worldwide.
It also won the Pulitzer for biography and the National Book Critics Circle Award for nonfiction and was turned into a movie in 1999.
In the process, "Angela's Ashes" propelled its author from obscurity to fame and fortune.
The white-haired publishing sensation made the rounds of the talk shows, was the subject of a "60 Minutes" profile and was in constant demand as a speaker because, as Newsweek pointed out in 1999, "he's witty, articulate and he's got the perfect Irish brogue: lyrical but penetrable."
"At 66, you're supposed to die or get hemorrhoids," McCourt told the Hartford Courant in 2003. "I just wrote the book and was amazed and astounded that it became a bestseller and won the Pulitzer Prize. It still hasn't sunk in."
When he returned to the U.S. in 1949, he told Newsweek, "all I had was this story. It took me two years and all my life to write it."
The oldest of seven children, McCourt was born Aug. 19, 1930. His parents were young Irish immigrants. His heavy-drinking laborer father was unable to find work in the Depression, and the couple moved back to Ireland, where conditions were much worse.
The family lived in Limerick -- in "one of the juiciest slums this side of Bombay," McCourt wrote -- where their small, dank home was next to a smelly, rat-infested privy shared by the other families on the block.
McCourt's infant sister had died of unknown causes while they were still in New York, and about a year after the family arrived in Ireland, McCourt's young twin brothers died of pneumonia six months apart. At 10, McCourt himself was hospitalized for typhus.
Whenever McCourt's father did manage to briefly land a job, he spent his pay drinking in pubs. During World War II, he left to try to find work in a munitions factory in England but rarely sent his pay home.
McCourt's long-suffering mother -- the Angela of the book's title -- sought help from the Society of St. Vincent de Paul and sometimes was forced to beg.
McCourt, who began stealing bread and milk for the family, dropped out of school at 14 and took a number of menial jobs, including delivering telegrams.
"I certainly couldn't have written 'Angela's Ashes' when my mother was alive, because she would have been ashamed," McCourt told the Hartford Courant. "Her generation and my generation, to a certain extent, were never proud of having grown up in poverty and adversity. We always wanted to give people the idea that we grew up in kind of middle-class, or lower-middle-class, circumstances."
After arriving in the U.S. in 1949, McCourt got a job as a houseman at the Biltmore Hotel in New York.
Drafted into the Army during the Korean War, he spent two years in Germany. Although he didn't have a high school education, he later said, he was "fairly well read" and managed to "talk" his way into New York University.
After graduating in 1957, he got a job teaching English at a vocational and technical high school on Staten Island. A decade later, he received a master's degree from Brooklyn College.
As a teacher, McCourt would regale his students with his horrifying and often hilarious tales of his childhood in Ireland. In the late '60s, he tried to write a book about his early years but considered his effort "appalling" and set it aside.
"I was going through my James Joyce period, studied and affected," he told the New York Times in 1997. "I was still struggling to find my voice.
"All along, I wanted to do this book badly. I would have to do it, or I would have died howling."
It wasn't until 1994, after observing his young granddaughter, Chiara, developing her vocabulary that McCourt discovered a way to best tell his story: through his eyes as a child.
Storytelling came naturally to McCourt, whose skills were nurtured over pints of Guinness at places such as the Lion's Head tavern in Greenwich Village, which was a hangout for newspapermen and authors such as Pete Hamill and Norman Mailer.
"We were all storytellers growing up," McCourt said of his family in a 2000 interview with the Toronto Sun. "That's all we had. There was no TV or radio. We'd sit around the fire and make up stories. My dad was a great storyteller. We'd mention a neighbor, and he'd make up a story.
"But I also had to be a great storyteller to survive teaching. I spent 30 years in the classroom. When you stand before 170 teenagers each day, you have to get and keep their attention. Their attention span is about seven minutes, which is the time between commercials. So you have to stay on your toes."
In the mid-1980s, McCourt and his actor brother Malachy wrote and began performing in "A Couple of Blaguards," a two-character comedy musical revue about their early years.
McCourt also wrote " 'Tis: A Memoir," a 1999 sequel to "Angela's Ashes," covering his life in the U.S.; and "Teacher Man," a 2005 memoir about his years as a schoolteacher.
Married and divorced twice, he married his third wife, publicist Ellen Frey, in 1994.
Besides his wife and his brother Malachy, McCourt's survivors include a daughter, Maggie, from a previous marriage.
dennis.mclellan@latimes.com
and i JUST watched a pbs show last night 'mccourt guide to the pubs of dublin'....a wonderful piece.
his plays are really big in chicago too.
lots of crazy irishmen here.
and i had no idea he was sick.
heavenly guinness from here on in.
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Post by Ayinger on Jul 19, 2009 23:06:20 GMT -5
w0w ... really?? I was watching the same Irish pubcrawl show!
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Post by RocDoc on Jul 29, 2009 21:11:58 GMT -5
HUGE huge talent...and i almost missed his passing. especially weird is that i've just gotten to appreciate his genius contributions to 'jazz' in the past year o0r so, after a friend told me, 'charlie mariano, get him'. ....apparently around the 18th of june this year.... www.chicagotribune.com/news/obituaries/la-me-passings18-2009jun18,0,4040432.story?obref=obnetwork
Charlie Mariano
Versatile alto saxophone player
Charlie Mariano, 85, an alto saxophonist best known for his association with Stan Kenton's big band in the 1950s, his playing on two albums by Charles Mingus in the 1960s, and his later stint in Europe with Eberhard Weber's jazz-rock group Colours, died Tuesday of complications from cancer at a hospice in Cologne, Germany, according to his website.
A native of Boston, Mariano served in the Army during World War II and began studying music at what is now the Berklee College of Music after the war.
He had two stints with Kenton in the early 1950s before moving to Los Angeles, where he played with trombonist Frank Rosolino and in drummer Shelly Manne's group.
Mariano married pianist/band leader Toshiko Akiyoshi in 1960, a union that produced one album, "The Toshiko-Mariano Quartet." They lived for a time in Japan, had a daughter and divorced in 1967.
Before moving to Japan, Mariano played on two of Mingus' seminal recordings, "The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady" and "Mingus, Mingus, Mingus." He also taught at the Berklee School of Music and briefly led a jazz-rock group called Osmosis.
He moved to Europe in the early 1970s, living first in the Netherlands and then Germany. He led the group Pork Pie with guitarist Philip Catherine and pianist Jasper van't Hof and played with a number of fusion bands.
Over the years, Mariano also became interested in South Asian music, learning the nadaswaram, a wind instrument, while on a visit to Malaysia. He returned to South Asia time and again to hone his skills.'versatile'? you ain't fucking kidding! |
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Post by maarts on Jul 31, 2009 6:07:32 GMT -5
This one nailed me today:
Former England football manager Sir Bobby Robson has died at the age of 76, following a long battle with cancer.
Robson will be best remembered on the international stage for leading England to the 1990 World Cup semi-final. At club level, he cut his managerial teeth at Fulham before establishing his credentials at Ipswich where he won the FA Cup and Uefa Cup in a 13-year stay. Spells at PSV Eindhoven, Sporting Lisbon, Porto and Barcelona followed before managing at Newcastle.
Robson was at St James' Park for a charity match earlier this week. An England side, featuring Alan Shearer and several members of the 1990 World Cup squad including Paul Gascoigne and Peter Shilton, beat a Germany team 3-2. The game was a repeat of the 1990 World Cup semi-final when England, managed by Sir Bobby, lost on penalties.
A statement issued on behalf of his family said: "It is with great sadness that it has been announced today that Sir Bobby Robson has lost his long and courageous battle with cancer. He died very peacefully this morning (Friday) at his home in County Durham with his wife and family beside him.
"Sir Bobby's funeral will be private and for family members only. A thanksgiving service in celebration of Sir Bobby's life will be held at a later date for his many friends and colleagues. Lady Robson and the family would very much appreciate it if their privacy could be respected at this difficult time."
As a player, Robson was a key member of the Fulham and West Brom team during the 1950s and 1960s and also won 20 caps for England.
I met him during the 90/91-season as he managed my favourite club, PSV Eindhoven. A true gentleman. A legend of the game I love. RIP Sir Bobby.
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Post by strat-0 on Aug 1, 2009 0:33:35 GMT -5
Sorry to hear that, Maarts.
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