Sorry I've been silent on this blog for a few weeks. I'll try to make up for my sloth with a massive post of new tunes that are making my world a better place lately. We'll start with a pair that belong at the top of the list.
I get more obsessed with this band with each passing year, and this new album has literally knocked me on my ass. A brilliant record and one that demands to be listened to uninterrupted. The fact that they are quite simply some of the most down to earth and flat-out nicest humans on the planet only makes me root for their success more. BUY THIS AT ONCE! And if you're as geeky as me, grab the vinyl as they used the old Capitol Records Rainbow label!
Great new stuff from a pair of superb American songwriters that deserve to be much better known.
Some old faves I pulled out for a spin this weekend...
I have never hidden my unbridled fandom for the work of Vin Scelsa. It was his radio shows in the late 60's and 70's that initially inspired this music obsessed Jersey boy to follow the radio muse. I never liked everything he played or even everything he said, but I loved that he was always Vin... not Vince. His show wasn't an act, it was a real human sharing his love of music, art, literature and film. His ability to keep several plates spinning in the air for hours, while carefully stitching together thought provoking musical segues intent on enlightening as much as entertaining his audience. This wasn't just a radio show, it was truly "Art." Vin was the big brother I never had and in many ways he still is.
Vin Scelsa and I first met at a radio convention in 1995. As the Program Director of Coyote Radio in New Mexico I was the recipient of "The Least Tactful Programmer" award, mainly for refusing to play Hootie & The Blowfish on the radio station and remarks made to the endless stream of promotion people attempting to change my mind. Stepping down from the podium I could see him coming toward me and I clearly remember thinking, "Oh shit, I hope Vin doesn't like that record. Nah... no way he would play that shit, he's probably just going to the bathroom he's not coming over to me. Oh shit... he is heading straight at me... what do I say... it's VIN FUCKING SCELSA!" With a huge grin and an outstretched hand, I grabbed it and said, "It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Scelsa." Vin laughed, got real close to my ear and said, "I covet that award." I quickly said "If it wasn't for you I never would have got it!" and offered to give it him. He politely declined but wanted to know what it was I had said to the promoters. I told him some of the disgusting things I said to them, many of which centered around sneezing with your eyes open and chugging a gallon of my own bath water. Instantly we bonded over the mediocrity infecting the radio industry. We became fast friends.
In the years since that encounter I had the opportunity to spend a fair amount of time with Vin, often bringing artists from Rykodisc (my employer at time) to visit with and play music live on his show. A personal highlight was setting up a visit with Golden Smog. Vin told me that Rosanne Cash was also going to be there and I told him that the favorite song of Smog/Jayhawk member Gary Louris was Rosanne's "Seven Year Ache." He immediately said, "I'll call Rosanne and see if she'll sing it with him, do you think he'll do that?" I said I would check right away and get back to him. After convincing Gary that I wasn't making it up, he agreed to do it but still didn't believe it would happen. Sure enough Rosanne was there and after a quick introduction, Gary and Rosanne decided on the proper key for their voices and boom, live on the radio it happened. One time, no rehearsal and it was magic. Gary was so over the moon about it he taped a picture of Rosanne on his amplifier for the remainder of tour. We included it on a promotional sampler for radio and I still play it to this day.
Vin and I were also both involved in the embryonic days of Internet Radio, me with Radio Ryko and Vin with his Live At Lunch show. But at the dawn of Satellite Radio we were on different sides. I was at XM and Vin's "Idiot's Delight" was on Sirius. That didn't stop Vin from being one of the first people to call and congratulate me for a very flattering Stephen Holden piece in The New York Times. "Marrone... congrats! I hope you realize that now that you have been in the "paper of record" when you die, they will run your obit." I bust out laughing and said something along the lines of "Only you, Scelsa.... only you would think of that!"
When the dust settled after the merger of Sirius and XM, I could not believe that Vin Scelsa's Idiot's Delight would be airing on the station I had created and would finally get to work with my initial inspiration, who had by now become a dear and trusted friend.
I have cherished these years with Vin, on the radio and off. He is a wonderful man and in my mind a true broadcasting legend. There simply is no replacement. We have had a great many discussions about this for a few years and I am happy that he is going into retirement on his terms. He deserves it. He also deserves my endless gratitude for his friendship, his passion and for channeling and riding that mysterious radio muse for all these years.
I love you, Brother Vin. But don't think for a second I won't be trying to coax you into Studio V for a special show or two on a regular basis.
Saved my current favorite album for last. There is a very old soul inside this brilliantly talented 25 year old. Ryley Walker first came into view for his amazing guitar skills, but inventive, vital songwriting and performance is what will make you realize he is an artist that demands your attention.
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