Category: Music

The Late Night Mental Health Break: Rez Band

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Lyrics:

Someone in the doorway
Barced against the cold
Red brick against his back
He thought he’d been so bold
With bitterness inside him
He recalled her face and name
She told him that she loved him
He told her the same
And walked away

Still her face before him
His guitar began to play
The band rocked on behind him
The crowd begun to sway
His album climbed the charts
Like a bullet from a gun
Fans numbered in the thousends
And he was number one

Dreamer dreaming dreams of youth
Dreams of days gone by
Dreams are spun by liars
Who won’t release the lie
Don’t you know … there’s
Murder in money, prison in fame
Danger in love, and tears in the rain

He stood in a silhuette
At last he wore the crown
Desire of a lifetime
On stage in his home town
And in the street outside
Was a long-forgotten face
Praying for the dreamer
She wept for boy’s mistakes

And as he left the theathre
In his limousine
He saw her in an instant
Felt the breath of their lost dreams
But rock’n’roll was calling
The spotlight never waits
A crying girl and her God
Watched him move on to his fate

Friday Night Mental Health Break: Stryper

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This is one of those sort of funny stories, where you’d have to be there, to understand why this is so funny.

Back years ago, I was just a know-nothing 14 year old weirdo living in southwest Detroit. I used to attend Detroit Grace Assembly of God. Anyhow, many years ago, there was a guy named Bob Snyder, who was my youth pastor. Anyhow, one year for Christmas, Bob give all the kids tapes with music on it. I believe it was either 1984 or 1985 or somewhere around there!  They were, um, ahem, copies. (Yes, Pirating music, in Jesus Name! HEH! 😛 ) Anyhow, I guess everyone got a different tape. I got a tape as well; on one side was Steve Camp’s One on One album, on the other side was Petra’s album called Beat The System.

Anyhow, one night, I was at home, listening to my shiny new tape, which, by the way, I still have and I was listening to the last song on the tape, which was Adonai. So, I’m listening to the song, and yes, I am all into it and it is fading out and I’m really, really, really, into it — and THIS comes roaring through my headphones and just about knocks me out of the bed!:

The reason for the loudness, Petra was recorded at one level and Stryper was recorded at another. Hence the knockage outta beddage! 😀 Also, Bob just put the one song on there to take extra space on the tape.

This most likely explains why I am so weird… or at least half deaf. huh? What? 😉 😛 😀 😆

Aaaah…. Memories…. 😉

Late Night at the PB Pub: Special Memorial Edition Presents The Gap Band

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I remember a time, when you could not turn on the radio, and not hear this song being played.

Robert Wilson, who as the bassist for the funk and R&B group the Gap Band had a string of hits including “You Dropped a Bomb On Me,” has died. He was 53.He died at his home Sunday in Palmdale, Calif., outside of Los Angeles. He is believed to have died of a heart attack, said Karen Lee, publicist for his brother and Gap Band singer Charlie Wilson.

Wilson provided the bass backbone for the trio, which also included another brother, Ronnie. The group, originally from Tulsa, Okla., first hit the charts in 1979 with the songs “Shake” and “Open Your Mind (Wide).”

They had their biggest success in the 1980s, though, with hits like “Outstanding,” “You Dropped a Bomb On Me,” “Oops Upside Your Head” and “Yearning for Your Love,” among others.

“My brother Robert was a bad boy on the bass,” Charlie Wilson said in a statement released Monday. “We shared a bond as brothers, musicians and friends. I loved him, and losing him is difficult for both Ronnie and I. The music world has lost a very talented man.”

Robert Wilson had been touring for the past few weeks, including a stop in his hometown of Tulsa. — Source NPR

War Porn Video: Second Battalion Seventh Marines Fox Company in Zad, Afghanistan

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Awesome show Gents! 😀 (H/T to the Jawa Report on Facebook)

I post stuff like this, to make liberals and libertarians like Lew Rockwell heads explode. 😉

A very big “tip of the hat” to our men and women in uniform in the “Dust bowls” of Iraq and Afghanistan!

33 years ago today

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The World lost this man:

There have been millions of words remembering Elvis Presley. There are many opinions about the man. However, there is one indisputable fact. Elvis was self made man. Elvis Presley came from utter poverty and made something of himself. Unlike the so-called “Stars” of today, who essentially have their careers handed to them; Elvis worked his butt off to get where he was.

Sadly, Elvis was a tragic victim of his own excesses and is a tragic, sobering, reminder of what excessive drug use will do to a human body. It was, and still is a tragic loss to the music world and the entertainment industry.

There are many people remembering “The King” today. My thoughts are with them all.

Swapping Rock and Roll Links

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I started to write, “Swapping Rock and Roll Spit,” but I figure ya’ll think I was being a little queer. 😉

Anyhow, responding to this here and here:

Only Bill Idol song that I happen think is worth a flip is….:

Honestly, I really did not much get into Bill Idol. He was, I always said, a, um, Girlie singer… You know chicks dug him, not guys. Gay guys maybe. But I digress. I didn’t think idol was a overly great singer either. Just that Hendrix-type of yelling in tune crap. The music was a bit of that three chord simpleton stuff of the late 70’s and early 80’s.

Now on the other hand, I did and still do like these guys:

And on a more serious note:

Lyrics:

This tired city was somebody’s dream
Billboard horizons as black as they seem

Four level highways across the land
We’re building a home for the family of man

And it’s so hard whatever we are coming to
Yes it’s so hard with so little time

And so much to do

Time running out for the family of man

One man to lead us with so much to say
Moving the mountains that got in our way

Prayer books and meetings to find a plan
Deciding the fate of the family of man

Memories replacing the loves that we’ve lost
Burning our bridges as soon as they’re crossed

Factories built where the rivers ran
And time running out for the family of man

In case you don’t get it. That song is basically about suburban sprawl.

Video: Just a little something I need to get off my chest

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This video is a result of conversation that I had earlier with a family member of mine who lives in Georgia. It is a sneak peak into my personal life; so, bear with it, please. The subject matter is a bit rough, but if you look past that, there’s a subtle message there; you just have to look for it.

It is something that just needs to be said to those people down there….

Hopefully, they get it.

Evenings at the PB Pub Presents: Paul McCartney and Wings

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This is, of course, from 1976 and the Rockshow Film. This is, of course, before he become Sir Paul McCartney and started lobbing insults at former American Presidents as well. Which, by the way, he did refuse to apologize for. Which I will say this to Mr. Sir Paul McCartney; it is the America that had President George W. Bush in it, that made you very rich sir. You should try to show a bit more of your English class, instead of acting like some liberal elitist ass.

Having said all that, here’s the video… enjoy:

Late Night at the PB Pub: Ozzy Osbourne

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What? You are expecting Lawrence Welk? 😛 I’m a Conservative, not an dried up old guy… 😀

For all the “Conservative Christians” who might be offended; I got one thing to say. You get all the crap out of your Churches and start actually acting like Christians, with some sort of actual separation from the World and such; and then I will clean up the content on the blog. Until then, I will continue to post music that I like. That is all.

Late Night at the PB Pub presents: Johnny Cash

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A fitting tune for this fine Holiday, some of you might think this is campy, lame or silly. Let me be clear. I could honestly give a damn….:

In Memory: Jimmy Dean 1928 – 2010

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The Working Man’s Country Music Singer has died:

Yahoo News Reports:

RICHMOND, Va. – Jimmy Dean, a country music legend for his smash hit about a workingman hero, “Big Bad John,” and an entrepreneur known for his sausage brand, died on Sunday. He was 81.

His wife, Donna Meade Dean, said her husband died at their Henrico County, Va., home.

She told The Associated Press that he had some health problems but was still functioning well, so his death came as a shock. She said he was eating in front of the television. She left the room for a time and came back and he was unresponsive. She said he was pronounced dead at 7:54 p.m.

“He was amazing,” she said. “He had a lot of talents.”

Born in 1928, Dean was raised in poverty in Plainview, Texas, and dropped out of high school after the ninth grade. He went on to a successful entertainment career in the 1950s and ’60s that included the nationally televised “The Jimmy Dean Show.”

In 1969, Dean went into the sausage business, starting the Jimmy Dean Meat Co. in his hometown. He sold the company to Sara Lee Corp. in 1984.

He was also a bit of a Conservative:

In the late ’60s, Dean entered the hog business — something he knew well. His family had butchered hogs, with the young Dean whacking them over the head with the blunt end of an ax. The Dean brothers — Jimmy and Don — ground the meat and their mother seasoned it.

The Jimmy Dean Meat Co. opened with a plant in Plainview. After six months, the company was profitable.

His fortune was estimated at $75 million in the early ’90s.

Having watched other stars fritter away their fortunes, Dean said he learned to be careful with his money.

“I’ve seen so many people in this business that made a fortune,” he told the AP. “They get old and broke and can’t make any money. … I tell you something, … no one’s going to play a benefit for Jimmy Dean.”

Rest in Peace, Mr. Dean. You have more than earned it.

(Fixed headline typo…. Sorry about that….)

There can be only one

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AllahPundit posting over at the seemingly permanently deaf to trackbacks HotAir.com; posts a video of some tool showboating.

Nice.

But there’s only one damn good drummer. He’s dead now, victim of his own excess:

That, my friends, is the late John Henry Bonham.

In case anyone wonders. Yes, I am a drummer. Been playing since about the age of 7 or 8. I do not own a drum kit, I haven’t played in ages. But yes, I do know my chops.