Last Day Of September, 2022.
R.I.P. Pharoah Sanders
It feels as if the last 4 years have taken a decade and a half at least. A swirling cycle rapidly accelerates the tragedy of Cancer, Death, Lies, Pandemic, Death, more Lies, more Death, Hurricanes, greed, bigger Lies, Corruption, violence, Guns, contempt, spite, lawlessness, bigger LIES… ad nauseum. Picture poor Alex toward the end of A Clockwork Orange. Admittedly some are personal and at this age expected; family, close friends, musicians,. However, the rest of the 24 hour news cycle continues to amp up the volume of pure noise leaving us exhausted and filled with dread when thinking through how astoundingly awful it still may get. Fear rules! And that’s got nothing to do Lee Ving. Take a good look around and try to look someone in the eye. We are a shell covered with skin, rotting from the inside. Helplessly watching our culture devolve into tribes, rituals and sorcery. It’s as if Germany in the 1930’s has been ripped from the history books. Wait a minute, has it? A solid 30-35% of Americans apparently want an Emperor and what’s worse is the one they have chosen. A vain bully with self interest and greed in place of compassion and honor. I still blame Ronald Regan for kicking this drive toward stupidity into high gear. We have reached the result. It is time to start again from scratch. Please Vote.
Music is the only thing prying this Senior Citizen out of bed and pushing forward. The beauty of discovery is alive and well with new arrivals from Linda Chorney, Jean Dawson, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers, James Deely, David Poe, Beth Orton, Makaya McCraven, The Smithereens, Buddy Guy with Mavis Staples, Alain Zane, Dr. John, Stevie Nicks, Beck, David Bowie, Cliff Hillis, JD Simo and The War On Drugs. We also bid a tearful farewell to the groundbreaking Pharoah Sanders, closing the episode with the full version of his brilliant “The Creator Has A Master Plan.” Let it wash over you and heal what hurts. Thanks for the support and for listening. VOTE.
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I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die,
so let me live my life… the way I want to. --- Jimi Hendrix
It’s safe to say that at my age (closer to 70 than 60) saying goodbye to family and friends takes up a much greater part of what time is left. That old saying, “With time comes wisdom” joins all those other tidbits from youth like “these are the best years of your life” and “they grow up so fast” that prove over and over that at least my parents were absolutely telling the truth. Max and I had drifted apart in recent years, mainly due to my entire life exploding in 2018 and the pandemic kind of sealed it, arriving just as I was starting to recover. We always think we’ll have enough time but rarely do, and now that has run out with utmost finality. Classmates through Grammar and High School, music and the counterculture brought us together as friends and he served as Best Man when Cathy and I married in 1980. I’m pretty sure I DJ’d his wedding, as I served as resident DJ for a great deal of the Coakley (and cousins the Holton’s) weddings. They were always a hoot with an ages old velvet painting of Elvis Presley being presented to the newest Bride and Groom from the last couple to get hitched. A touching ceremony and one of the best family traditions I have ever encountered.
Max was usually the smartest guy in the room, he excelled at school. I took a different path but he went to College at Rutgers while I played in bands and ran a record store. I was the oldest child but Max had 4 older brothers and through their influence I was exposed to music I would have either never heard, or discovered much later in life. It was an enormous influence. While at college, Max got into a really bad car accident that he was lucky to survive. The constant pain had him seek help from a Chiropractor, the same one my Pop brought me to see when my back locked up playing Basketball, Dr. Alexander. This changed his life, as he decided that’s what he wanted to do, study to be a Chiropractor. Sure enough he moved to Illinois for school and became a Chiropractor. His time in the Chicago area also had a huge influence on me, as he discovered this amazing radio station that was just getting going called WXRT and he would send me tapes of the programming that blew my mind. We would wind up in separate states quite a bit from then on but regularly communicated through mailed cassettes.
Max, now Dr. Max came back to Jersey, married the sister of my Amazing Bolt brother Tommy and set about opening a small office in the little town we grew up in, South Amboy. Max and the Mrs. had two boys and all was well, or so it seemed. Without getting into specifics, let’s just say the marriage didn’t last, and something in Max broke. He changed. Like a switch had been flicked off. The light never fully returned to his eyes, although it broke through in shorter and shorter bursts. It seemed like he just didn’t care and retreated. I missed him. Dr. Max closed the office and headed for the shore. And that’s where it ended. Alone. 66 is too young to go, especially these days. I’ll never forget him.
This show is a musical remembrance of artists and songs we both loved and touches on so many things that were first brought to my ears through our friendship. It really is the only thing I can do and I need to do it. Hope you enjoy the show.
Playlist is Here
We are having major difficulty with this website, so while I plan our move to a new host you will need to adjust to not getting a big cover picture here. When you follow the playlist link it will be there.
As discussed during last episode, the response to FTB#186, our Power Pop packed tribute to Bobby Sutliff was so positive it was decided to make the next Mixtape Episode, songs we consider Power Pop Essentials. Since #186 was just a few episodes ago, we have not included most of the things played on that show, but they will be ripe for picking for Part 3 which should surface within a month or so. We are at 80% of our fundraising goal and the link is only good for another 4 days, so if you can, the place to go is https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/8MLkB5ZR4b. Please accept our deepest gratitude for the support.
PLAYLISTS ARE HERE
Traditionally speaking, this is the point on the calendar signaling arrival of the year’s musical offerings for the be here before ya know it, Holiday Shopping season. Mentally drifting back to days running a record store (1974-1979), with orders placed for months and boxes of shiny new records just starting to appear, carefully opened, examined, priced and placed in a special area waiting to showcase them as the new bounty. Lovingly arranged and fixed with “20% Off” stickers on their freshly shrink wrapped, straight from the pressing plant goodness. One can savor “new car smell” till the cows come home but to these nostrils it’s not even in the same ballpark as “new record smell.” Like a grade school mimeograph, the aroma simply can’t be described, just deeply inhale holding your breath and exhale slowly. “Ahhhh”... Heavenly.
Assembling this episode of FTB inspired precisely that memory. The Afghan Whigs new album was my #1 anticipation and as you will hear it doesn’t disappoint. Joined here by fresh sounds from Built To Spill, Julian Lennon (with Paul Buchanan of The Blue Nile), Buddy Guy (with Mavis Staples and Jason Isbell), GA-20, Tedeschi Trucks Band, Son Little, Freedy Johnston, Beth Orton, Ryan Adams, The National, previously unreleased history from Joe Strummer and David Bowie. There are new Kinks remastered sets and the just turned 30 celebration of Sugar’s incendiary pop masterpiece, “Copper Blue” in the mix, as well as a few more tears for the departed Jazz Icon, Ramsey Lewis. Our racks are almost full here and for that we thank your always generous contributions at https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/8MLkB5ZR4b.
THE PLAYLIST IS RIGHT HERE
A Power Pop episode of FTB has been on the must-do list right from the start, but the death of Bobby Sutliff moved it to the front of the line. By no means is this show’s aim to be the last word (or even the second paragraph) of what constitutes the best of Power Pop, because who the hell are we to decide what is best? There is no best or worst as all art is subjective. The artists included here are either connected in some way to Bobby or just seemed to fit the mood, the moment and the overall vibe. Many are true favorites personally and the hope is some previously unheard song will become essential to your library. Big thanks go to Tim Lee for the info, and Art Damage and Ripper McSesh for helping with the nuts and bolts. And please accept our deep thanks for continuing to support the program. Here’s the donate link - https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/8MLkB5ZR4b
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Technically Labor Day is not the end of Summer and considering the blistering heat we’ve experienced this year, with more predicted, who knows if it will feel like it until Halloween or so. Time has been in limbo, suspended while medical trauma and recovery morph into a Pandemic and all of a sudden it’s 4 years gone. Poof. The mental fog has lifted to the point of grateful acceptance that this will be as good as it gets and that’s cool with me. But far too many friends, family and musical inspirations are also missing and their absence leaves an ache of longing. It was my buddy Joe’s Birthday on the first and almost 2 years have now passed since he did. Life often feels like being an observer, not an active participant. Truth and honor are in dwindling supply and Democracy has been under siege, but optimism still burns within that as a society we will get there. Bill Hicks said we have two choices, fear and love. Simple choice. Music is love and that never fails. We bid farewell to Jazz great Joey DeFrancesco and New Orleans favorite son and original Continental Drifter Carlo Nuccio. There are a few new things like Chris Forsyth and old friend Dan Navarro as well as a set for the holiday at hand. Shadow Morton is in the spotlight dance along with Joe South, while Marvin Gaye, Max Frost & The Troopers, Joe Strummer, Mott The Hoople, Pharoah Sanders, Television and the new Blondie box are just a small part of FTB185’s sonic fabric. Thanks as always for your ears and heart. Your support has been a true blessing. The link - https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/8MLkB5ZR4b
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