At the end of the band bio on the Thunderegg myspace page, note the new feature I’ve installed: the Obscuro-meter. If you open it up, you get this cool map with pushpins that indicate where my roughly 3-5 daily visitors are logging in from. Now, I know counterstalking is kinda creepy, and I promise not to call out any further visitors, but it really is nice to see that people are coming to the Egg from all over the country.
Monthly Archives: December 2006
Currently reading It Came from Memphis by Robert Gordon. Awesome book about a city that I’ve become obsessed with. Quote of the day (so far):
“Jim Dickinson has a saying that goes something like this: The best songs don’t get recorded, the best recordings don’t get released, and the best releases don’t get played…. The influence of Alex Chilton and this once-overlooked group [Big Star] has become so widespread that Big Star practically defines a category of modern rock. 3rd’s sound may have been a generation removed from cultural collision, but its result reverberated with the bluesmen: obscurity. The bluesmen did not stop making music after the 1920s and 1930s; they were just no longer recorded. Their material did not hinge on the critical acclaim they may have briefly enjoyed. Rather, it was an extension of their being…”
I’ve been thinking about other things lately, although there is a chance that the Egg can be seen live on December 30 somewhere in Hartford.
It’s Sunday gospel hour. Currently listening to Stayin’ Strong by the Bright Stars (Nashboro, 1980). Highlights so far: “No Pity in the City,” “The Power Is Gone,” and of course “No Pity in the City (Inst.).”
Sunday Gospel hour has passed and now I’ve moved on to recent acquisition Lost by Died Pretty (Beggars Banquet/RCA, 1989). This group was fucking awesome. I had Free Dirt (1986) already and Lost is just as good. It was three bucks, and I found Free Dirt in the trash on my block. Free dirt indeed. Why that is—while meanwhile we as a culture are doomed to an eternity of “Carry on My Wayward Son” on commercial radio—is a subject you don’t want to get me started on.
Wish I could put up an mp3, but my vinyl/computer connection is nonexistent. But here’s the Trouser Press entry on them. Guitars guitars guitars. And I just learned that Lost was produced by Rob Younger from Radio Birdman. (Died Pretty are Australian.) Trouser Press fuckin’ rules too.
We have six tracks in the can, recorded and mixed by Al* Weatherhead. In January or February, Nathan and I are taking five other songs (previously recorded in Manchester, CT) down to Richmond to mix them with Al as well. And then we will have the best record of 2007. The question now is simply how to get it heard. I wonder if some label in Europe might pick it up. Greg Sage couldn’t get arrested in the U.S., but the Wipers made a pretty good living overseas.
* Short for “Alan,” as in Parsons and Moulder.