big h/t Joyce Linehan

Too obvious?

"Be Gay, Do Crime!" is a GIrlsville benefit compilation for Prism Health in Portland, Oregon.

Guitar Wolf loves you, and so do I.

All proceeds go to benefit Bay Area Girls Rock Camp.

Make yourself useful. Go punch a Nazi today.

I have a Nobro problem, and the only solution is more Nobro.

It's like she's singing to me and me alone. <3

She's got everything that Uncle John needs. Always has. Always will. Goodbye Mister Penniman.

on her 65th birthday - 3/11/2020

to be released ... as of March ... still waiting, but it's okay. Melbourne had a second pandemic lockdown. :(

Click the link to the video. buncha old guys and one long-haired kid :)

So much French psych, so little time

Remember when Australia was on fire? God this year has sucked out loud.

I do the neo-psych leading into L&F because, you know, psych and the '60s. But neither Larry or Mark are psych-guys so it never really works. Still, I persist,

Well-groomed Melbourne kids channeling a bunch of the bands I liked in the early 1990s.

"Original Pink Floyd leader Syd Barrett had hardly been seen in public for about a decade when Television Personalities claimed to know his whereabouts in the indie pop-folk ditty "I Know Where Syd Barrett Lives," the pastoral atmosphere of the Barrett-esque tune enhanced by constant bird chirps. The band was removed as the supporting act on a mid-1980s tour by Pink Floyd guitarist David Gilmour after giving out Barrett's actual address onstage. Contended songwriter Daniel Treacy, 'No one writes it down, no one believes it for a minute!'"

UK Top 20 in 1981, and that is all you need to know about the UK charts in the early 1980s. Video is linked above - it's both cheesy and big-budget.

Remember, the mid-80s was when the college boys started sporting Ollie North haircuts and joining the Reagan Youth. Now they're living in the flyover states and stockpiling ammo for when Trump gets turfed out. I kind of miss the '80s.

This has been a September staple going back a few years now. For me it captures the melancholy that hits every year at the onset of fall and winter, before the leaves start to turn and I get grooving on New England autumn. Goodbye my friends!