Friday, December 16, 2005
KSFR, Santa Fe, NM
Webcasting!
10 p.m. to midnight Fridays Mountain Time
Host: Steve Terrell
OPENING THEME: Buckaroo by Buck Owens & The Buckaroos
Santa Looked a Lot Like Daddy by Buck Owens & The Buckaroos
Pretty Boy Floyd by The Byrds
Anacostia by Son Volt
Burn, Burn, Burn by Ronny Elliott
Master of Diaster by John Hiatt
Crazy as a Loon by John Prine
For Too Long by Eric Hisaw
The First Christmas by Nancy Apple & Rob McNurlin
Walking the Floor Over You by Jimmie Dale Gilmore
Cocktails by Robbie Fulks
Pair of Goats by The Gourds
Let's Leave it Alone by Kelly Hogan
Three-Teared Cake by Margaret Burke & Jim Terr
Five Fingers to Spare by Marti Brom
Caryl Chessman by Country Johnny Mathis
Can Man Christmas by Joe West & Mike the Can Man
Blue Christmas Lights by Chris & Herb
Candy Man by Mississippi John Hurt
Angels Laid Him Away by Lucinda Williams
My Creole Belle by Taj Mahall
Dupree's Diamond Blues by The Grateful Dead
Betty and Dupree by Brownie McGee
Angel Band by Bethleham & Eggs
Gabriel's Call by Hazel & Alice
Angels in the Street by Hank Webster
There's No Place Like Home For the Holidays by Leon Redbone
Blue Wing by The Tom Russell Band
Big Boy Can't You Move 'em by Clothesline Revival with "Uncle" Bradley Eberhard
Wilderness by Peter Case
It's Not My Time to Go by Dan Hicks & The Hot Licks
Nothing But a Child by Steve Earle with Maria McKee
CLOSING THEME: Comin' Down by The Meat Puppets
Steve Terrell is proud to report to the monthly Freeform American Roots Radio list
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
TERRELL'S TUNE-UP: LENNON'S "WORST ALBUM" RECONSIDERED
A version of this was published in The Santa Fe New Mexican
December 16, 2005
Imagine this scenario. It’s December, 1971 and President Richard Nixon is sweating like a maniac in some underground White House bunker. He’s just read a FBI report on a concert in Ann Arbor. Mich. -- 15,000 screaming hippies raising their unwashed fists and singing along with an ex-Beatle to demand that some pot-smoking anti-war crank be sprung from prison. The president shivers as he reads every word the FBI agent had written down: “…"gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free."
It wouldn’t end there. Nixon knows that bastard John Lennon was intent on uniting with crazy radicals and marijuana addicts. Not just to disrupt the convention and lead the youth vote against him in next year’s election like some sinister foreign pied piper, but to force him to strip naked and dance with Mao Tse-tung.
He had to be stopped. The FBI was trying, but they weren’t doing enough. The INS were a bunch of impotent gimps. Liddy and the boys were busy with other projects.
There was only one he could turn to, someone who had warned him years ago about those nefarious Beatles, their drugs and their communistic ways. Someone who had offered to help and had already been commissioned as a special law enforcement officer.
Nixon calls in Ron Zeigler and beats him with a flyswatter until he draws blood. That feels better, Nixon sighs. He picks up the phone to make the call.
“Rosemary, get me Elvis Presley.”
XXXXXXXXXXX
Last week, on the 25th anniversary of John Lennon’s assassination, I awoke to a radio interview on Democracy Now with Jon Weiner, a history professor at the University of California who has written two books about Lennon’s political activism in the early ‘70s and the Nixon administration’s attempts to have Lennon deported.
“He wanted to be part of what was going on,” Weiner told Amy Goodman. “What was going on in New York was the anti-war movement, and he became friends with Jerry Rubin and Abbie Hoffman and Bobby Seale and other activists … That's what got him in trouble with the Nixon administration.
And yes, according to Weiner an undercover FBI agent actually attended a “Free John Sinclair” concert starring Lennon and actually “wrote down every word John Lennon said, including all the words to the song (“John Sinclair”) , including `gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free.’ ” (Sinclair was the manager of the MC5 and leader of a group called he White Panthers. He’d been sentenced to 10 years in prison for possessing two joints of marijuana.)
After hearing the interview, I knew that I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta get myself a copy of Some Time in New York City, which was re-released last month on CD. So I did.
This work, in which Yoko Ono wrote and sang about half the songs, generally is reviled as Lennon’s worst album.
The basic rap on the record is that a mighty Beatle, the mad genius responsible for “Strawberry Fields Forever” and “I Am the Walrus” had been reduced to writing third-rate, radical chic political screeds.
It’s true, writing protest songs is tricky business. Recently I received a CD called Christmas in Fallujah by someone called Jefferson Pepper. I can’t figure out how someone could make a song about the ravages of war sound so smug and banal.
On the other hand, the Iraq war has produced several top-notch protest songs -- Terry Evans’ “My Baby Joined the Army” (written by Ry Cooder), “Can’t Make Here,” by James McMurtry” Robert Cray’s “20.” It’s also shown that a good protest song can be timeless. Pete Seeger’s “Waist Deep in the Big Muddy,” Bob Dylan’s “Masters of War,“ Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Fortunate Son” and Mose Allison’s surreal “Monsters of the ID” (revived recently by Stan Ridgway) with lyrics about “goblins and their hags … out there waving’ flags…” still resonate.
For the most part, Lennon and Ono’s lyrics to these songs fall well short of “Masters of War” or “Monsters of the ID.”
Only a few of them are outright embarrassing. The worst undoubtedly is “Angela” about jailed radical professor Angela Davis. With a goopy, string-sweetened arrangement, Lennon sings, “They gave you coffee/They gave you tea/They gave you everything but equality.”)
However, Some Time in New York City isn’t nearly as bad as detractors say. And some of the songs are good old-fashioned kick-ass rockers.
Lennon’s band here was a gritty and greasy New York group called Elephant’s Memory, led by sax maniac Stan Bronstein.
“John Sinclair” and “Attica State” are high-powered stompers featuring Lennon on a mean National guitar. “Sunday Bloody Sunday,” about the troubles in Northern Ireland, might also have its roots in Lennon’s rivalry with Paul McCartney. McCartney had recently released a tepid and polite tune called “Give Ireland Back to the Irish.” Lennon’s song, aided by Yoko’s weird warble and Bronstein’s sax, blew McCartney’s song to smithereens. And the autobiographical “New York City” is good, mindless fun.
The oft-vilified Ono even has a couple of good contributions here. “Sisters O Sisters” is the type retro girl-group charmer that would have fit in David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive. But her song “We’re All Water” with its great beat and crazy images -- “There may not be much difference between Chairman Mao and Richard Nixon/If you strip them naked” -- should have made everyone forgive her for breaking up The Beatles.
There’s some wonderful live bonus material here, including a powerful “Cold Turkey.” My only beef here is that in this release Capitol Records cut some of the Lennon jams with Frank Zappa, which appeared on previous versions of Some Time In New York City, replacing it with a bland Yoko song “Listen the Snow is Falling” and “Happy Xmas (War is Over).” This is a great holiday hit, but it’s already included on who knows how many Lennon compilations.
In the end, Tricky Dick didn’t really have much to worry about in regard to John Lennon. But what a time of wonder, when a rock ‘n’ roll star could make a president shake.
December 16, 2005
Imagine this scenario. It’s December, 1971 and President Richard Nixon is sweating like a maniac in some underground White House bunker. He’s just read a FBI report on a concert in Ann Arbor. Mich. -- 15,000 screaming hippies raising their unwashed fists and singing along with an ex-Beatle to demand that some pot-smoking anti-war crank be sprung from prison. The president shivers as he reads every word the FBI agent had written down: “…"gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free."
It wouldn’t end there. Nixon knows that bastard John Lennon was intent on uniting with crazy radicals and marijuana addicts. Not just to disrupt the convention and lead the youth vote against him in next year’s election like some sinister foreign pied piper, but to force him to strip naked and dance with Mao Tse-tung.
He had to be stopped. The FBI was trying, but they weren’t doing enough. The INS were a bunch of impotent gimps. Liddy and the boys were busy with other projects.
There was only one he could turn to, someone who had warned him years ago about those nefarious Beatles, their drugs and their communistic ways. Someone who had offered to help and had already been commissioned as a special law enforcement officer.
Nixon calls in Ron Zeigler and beats him with a flyswatter until he draws blood. That feels better, Nixon sighs. He picks up the phone to make the call.
“Rosemary, get me Elvis Presley.”
XXXXXXXXXXX
Last week, on the 25th anniversary of John Lennon’s assassination, I awoke to a radio interview on Democracy Now with Jon Weiner, a history professor at the University of California who has written two books about Lennon’s political activism in the early ‘70s and the Nixon administration’s attempts to have Lennon deported.
“He wanted to be part of what was going on,” Weiner told Amy Goodman. “What was going on in New York was the anti-war movement, and he became friends with Jerry Rubin and Abbie Hoffman and Bobby Seale and other activists … That's what got him in trouble with the Nixon administration.
And yes, according to Weiner an undercover FBI agent actually attended a “Free John Sinclair” concert starring Lennon and actually “wrote down every word John Lennon said, including all the words to the song (“John Sinclair”) , including `gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free.’ ” (Sinclair was the manager of the MC5 and leader of a group called he White Panthers. He’d been sentenced to 10 years in prison for possessing two joints of marijuana.)
After hearing the interview, I knew that I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta get myself a copy of Some Time in New York City, which was re-released last month on CD. So I did.
This work, in which Yoko Ono wrote and sang about half the songs, generally is reviled as Lennon’s worst album.
The basic rap on the record is that a mighty Beatle, the mad genius responsible for “Strawberry Fields Forever” and “I Am the Walrus” had been reduced to writing third-rate, radical chic political screeds.
It’s true, writing protest songs is tricky business. Recently I received a CD called Christmas in Fallujah by someone called Jefferson Pepper. I can’t figure out how someone could make a song about the ravages of war sound so smug and banal.
On the other hand, the Iraq war has produced several top-notch protest songs -- Terry Evans’ “My Baby Joined the Army” (written by Ry Cooder), “Can’t Make Here,” by James McMurtry” Robert Cray’s “20.” It’s also shown that a good protest song can be timeless. Pete Seeger’s “Waist Deep in the Big Muddy,” Bob Dylan’s “Masters of War,“ Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Fortunate Son” and Mose Allison’s surreal “Monsters of the ID” (revived recently by Stan Ridgway) with lyrics about “goblins and their hags … out there waving’ flags…” still resonate.
For the most part, Lennon and Ono’s lyrics to these songs fall well short of “Masters of War” or “Monsters of the ID.”
Only a few of them are outright embarrassing. The worst undoubtedly is “Angela” about jailed radical professor Angela Davis. With a goopy, string-sweetened arrangement, Lennon sings, “They gave you coffee/They gave you tea/They gave you everything but equality.”)
However, Some Time in New York City isn’t nearly as bad as detractors say. And some of the songs are good old-fashioned kick-ass rockers.
Lennon’s band here was a gritty and greasy New York group called Elephant’s Memory, led by sax maniac Stan Bronstein.
“John Sinclair” and “Attica State” are high-powered stompers featuring Lennon on a mean National guitar. “Sunday Bloody Sunday,” about the troubles in Northern Ireland, might also have its roots in Lennon’s rivalry with Paul McCartney. McCartney had recently released a tepid and polite tune called “Give Ireland Back to the Irish.” Lennon’s song, aided by Yoko’s weird warble and Bronstein’s sax, blew McCartney’s song to smithereens. And the autobiographical “New York City” is good, mindless fun.
The oft-vilified Ono even has a couple of good contributions here. “Sisters O Sisters” is the type retro girl-group charmer that would have fit in David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive. But her song “We’re All Water” with its great beat and crazy images -- “There may not be much difference between Chairman Mao and Richard Nixon/If you strip them naked” -- should have made everyone forgive her for breaking up The Beatles.
There’s some wonderful live bonus material here, including a powerful “Cold Turkey.” My only beef here is that in this release Capitol Records cut some of the Lennon jams with Frank Zappa, which appeared on previous versions of Some Time In New York City, replacing it with a bland Yoko song “Listen the Snow is Falling” and “Happy Xmas (War is Over).” This is a great holiday hit, but it’s already included on who knows how many Lennon compilations.
In the end, Tricky Dick didn’t really have much to worry about in regard to John Lennon. But what a time of wonder, when a rock ‘n’ roll star could make a president shake.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
HIGH-FLYIN' SID
In regard to today's column, a reader just pointed out that while Jack Schmitt is indeed the only New Mexican to ever walk on the moon, he is not our only astronaut.Sid Gutierrez is another high flying New Mexican. He's a space shuttle pilot, having flown two shuttle missions.
He's from Albuquerque and works at Sandia National Laboratories.
ROUNDHOUSE ROUND-UP: N.M. TAKES UP SPACE
A version of this was published in The Santa Fe New Mexican
December 15, 2005
At a star-studded event at the Eldorado Hotel (well, Victoria Principal of Dallas fame was there) Wednesday morning, Sir Richard Branson, chairman of the Virgin Companies (and star of his own reality t.v. show) joined Sir Bill Richardson to announce a plan to build a $225 million space port in southern New Mexico.
Virgin Galactic is already selling $200,000 tickets for two-and-a half hour trips to space. Principal has already has paid for the first flight.
Of course the guv has to go through the formality of convincing the Legislature to go along with setting aside $100 million over the next three years for the project. Legislative leaders at the announcement seemed agreeable. But even if the Legislature approves, Richardson will have to convince the voters in conservative southern New Mexico counties to approve a sales tax increase to help fund what Richardson is calling “The Second Space Age.”
After the presentation, I asked the Rebel Billionaire a question that apparently no state official thought to ask:
Will there be discounts for New Mexicans for space rides?
After all, we’re paying for the space port. And we’’d even allow Virgin Galactic to install a huge replica of one of Branson’s irises — which is part of the logo for the company — which would be visible from outer space.
Branson chuckled. “I hadn’t thought about that. I’ll consider it.”
Return to the Moon: Only one New Mexican has any first-hand experience in space travel. That’s former U.S. Sen. Harrison “Jack” Schmitt. In 1974, as an Apollo 17 crew member, Schmitt was the last man to step on the moon.
Schmitt, a geologist by profession, is a long-time supporter of private industry leading the way into outer space. But in a telephone interview Wednesday, Schmitt said the state should be very careful about investing millions of taxpayer dollars in space ventures.
“Ultimately the value has to be sufficient to support private investment,” he said. “If the investors believe they’ll get a return on their investment. I don’t see that the taxpayers, in general terms, should be investing.”
Richardson said that two studies have shown the proposed spaceport would bring thousands of jobs to the state and have an economic impact of $750 million. But Schmitt said the state should have the studies reviewed by an independent company.
Schmitt was a consultant for the state about 10 years ago when New Mexico first started talking about a space port. “I supported the idea of building an airport in southern New Mexico that also could serve as a space port,” he said. An airport would pay for a spaceport, he said.
Several years ago, he helped start a company called Interlune-Intermars Initiative Inc. to attract investors to fund a project to mine the moon. The moon, he says, contains a form of helium called Helium 3, which he says could be used to create a clean energy-source through nuclear fusion.
Schmitt’s book, Return to the Moon, which deals with lunar mining, was published last month.
Monkeys and moon walks: A media handout package at the Virgin Galactic announcement included a “New Mexico Space History Timeline.”
It mentioned Robert Goddard, who moved to Roswell in 1929 to build and test rockets and Werner von Braun, who launched a V-2 rocket into space from White Sands Missile Range in 1946. It even mentioned Enos, the space chimp who orbited the Earth in 1961. Enos was trained at Holloman Air Force Base.
But somehow, the list didn’t mention the only New Mexican to go to the moon.
House Speaker Ben Lujan, however, paid verbal tribute to Schmitt, saying his moon trip was inspiring to all New Mexicans.
Indeed, that moon walk was taken very seriously by voters.
Republican Schmitt beat Democrat incumbent Sen. Joe Montoya in the 1976 election. Many political observers believed the turning point in the race was when Montoya gave a speech mocking Schmitt, saying that a monkey could be trained to go into space.
Schmitt lost to Democrat Jeff Bingaman in 1982.
Back to Earth: Eric Serna’s not the only politico around here who knows how to throw a fundraiser.
Art mogul/real-estate baron/would-be-casino operator/former state Board of Finance member and major Bill Richardson money-man Gerald Peters is throwing a benefit for Tax and Revenue Secretary Jan Goodwin.
Richardson is listed as host on the invitation, along with Peters and his wife. Co-hosts include New Mexico Finance Authority Chairman Steve Flance, Transportation Commission member Johnny Cope and longtime Richardson ally Butch Maki.
Goodwin ran for state treasurer in 2002, losing in the Democratic primary to Robert Vigil — who went on to get indicted on federal extortion and money-laundering charges and resign. She said Wednesday her campaign debt is about $71,500.
The Dec. 21 fundraiser starts out with cocktails at Peters’ gallery — which costs $500 a head. A buffet dinner at Peters’ home will cost $1,000.
Asked whether Goodwin will be running for treasurer again next year, Goodwin said, “I like my job. I’m very happy where I am.”
Of course, that didn’t stop her from applying for the treasurer’s job after Vigil quit.
December 15, 2005
At a star-studded event at the Eldorado Hotel (well, Victoria Principal of Dallas fame was there) Wednesday morning, Sir Richard Branson, chairman of the Virgin Companies (and star of his own reality t.v. show) joined Sir Bill Richardson to announce a plan to build a $225 million space port in southern New Mexico.
Virgin Galactic is already selling $200,000 tickets for two-and-a half hour trips to space. Principal has already has paid for the first flight.
Of course the guv has to go through the formality of convincing the Legislature to go along with setting aside $100 million over the next three years for the project. Legislative leaders at the announcement seemed agreeable. But even if the Legislature approves, Richardson will have to convince the voters in conservative southern New Mexico counties to approve a sales tax increase to help fund what Richardson is calling “The Second Space Age.”
After the presentation, I asked the Rebel Billionaire a question that apparently no state official thought to ask:
Will there be discounts for New Mexicans for space rides?
After all, we’re paying for the space port. And we’’d even allow Virgin Galactic to install a huge replica of one of Branson’s irises — which is part of the logo for the company — which would be visible from outer space.
Branson chuckled. “I hadn’t thought about that. I’ll consider it.”
Return to the Moon: Only one New Mexican has any first-hand experience in space travel. That’s former U.S. Sen. Harrison “Jack” Schmitt. In 1974, as an Apollo 17 crew member, Schmitt was the last man to step on the moon.
Schmitt, a geologist by profession, is a long-time supporter of private industry leading the way into outer space. But in a telephone interview Wednesday, Schmitt said the state should be very careful about investing millions of taxpayer dollars in space ventures.
“Ultimately the value has to be sufficient to support private investment,” he said. “If the investors believe they’ll get a return on their investment. I don’t see that the taxpayers, in general terms, should be investing.”
Richardson said that two studies have shown the proposed spaceport would bring thousands of jobs to the state and have an economic impact of $750 million. But Schmitt said the state should have the studies reviewed by an independent company.
Schmitt was a consultant for the state about 10 years ago when New Mexico first started talking about a space port. “I supported the idea of building an airport in southern New Mexico that also could serve as a space port,” he said. An airport would pay for a spaceport, he said.
Several years ago, he helped start a company called Interlune-Intermars Initiative Inc. to attract investors to fund a project to mine the moon. The moon, he says, contains a form of helium called Helium 3, which he says could be used to create a clean energy-source through nuclear fusion.
Schmitt’s book, Return to the Moon, which deals with lunar mining, was published last month.
Monkeys and moon walks: A media handout package at the Virgin Galactic announcement included a “New Mexico Space History Timeline.”
It mentioned Robert Goddard, who moved to Roswell in 1929 to build and test rockets and Werner von Braun, who launched a V-2 rocket into space from White Sands Missile Range in 1946. It even mentioned Enos, the space chimp who orbited the Earth in 1961. Enos was trained at Holloman Air Force Base.
But somehow, the list didn’t mention the only New Mexican to go to the moon.
House Speaker Ben Lujan, however, paid verbal tribute to Schmitt, saying his moon trip was inspiring to all New Mexicans.
Indeed, that moon walk was taken very seriously by voters.
Republican Schmitt beat Democrat incumbent Sen. Joe Montoya in the 1976 election. Many political observers believed the turning point in the race was when Montoya gave a speech mocking Schmitt, saying that a monkey could be trained to go into space.
Schmitt lost to Democrat Jeff Bingaman in 1982.
Back to Earth: Eric Serna’s not the only politico around here who knows how to throw a fundraiser.
Art mogul/real-estate baron/would-be-casino operator/former state Board of Finance member and major Bill Richardson money-man Gerald Peters is throwing a benefit for Tax and Revenue Secretary Jan Goodwin.
Richardson is listed as host on the invitation, along with Peters and his wife. Co-hosts include New Mexico Finance Authority Chairman Steve Flance, Transportation Commission member Johnny Cope and longtime Richardson ally Butch Maki.
Goodwin ran for state treasurer in 2002, losing in the Democratic primary to Robert Vigil — who went on to get indicted on federal extortion and money-laundering charges and resign. She said Wednesday her campaign debt is about $71,500.
The Dec. 21 fundraiser starts out with cocktails at Peters’ gallery — which costs $500 a head. A buffet dinner at Peters’ home will cost $1,000.
Asked whether Goodwin will be running for treasurer again next year, Goodwin said, “I like my job. I’m very happy where I am.”
Of course, that didn’t stop her from applying for the treasurer’s job after Vigil quit.
Monday, December 12, 2005
TERRELL'S SOUND WORLD PLAYLIST
Sunday, December 11, 2005
KSFR, Santa Fe, N.M.
Webcasting!
10 p.m. to midnight Sundays Mountain Time
Host: Steve Terrell
OPENING THEME: Let it Out (Let it All Hang Out) by The Hombres
We're All Water by Yoko Ono
The Alibi Room by Drywall
Straight Street by The Fiery Furnaces
King of the Rodeo by Kings of Leon
Night Light by Sleater-Kinney
Necrophiliac in Love by The Blood-Drained Cows
Silent Night by Bad Religion
Pray for Pills by The Dirtbombs
Monkeyheart by Kevin Coyne & The Pine Valley Cosmonauts
Here Come the Bastards by Primus
Shelter from the Storm by Bob Dylan
She Looks Like a Woman by The Fleshtones
Kratae by Johnny's Guitar
A Small Demand by The (International) Noise Conspiracy
Christmas is a Special Day by Fats Domino
Members Only by Abdul Rasheed with The House Rockers
Bo Meets the Monster by Bo Diddley
Mamma's Got a Friend by Otis Taylor
Out on the Water Coast by Sonny Boy Williamson & The Yardbirds
I Don't Care No More by Sonny Boy Williamson & The Animals
Backwater Blues by Irma Thomas
I Do Not Want What I Have Not Got by Bettye LaVette
Jumper on the Line by R.L. Burnside
Hole in the Wall by The King Edward Blues Band
Secret For a Song by Mercury Rev
John Wayne Gacy Jr. by Sufjan Stevens
Man of God by Neil Diamond
My Pet Rat St. Michael by Mark Eitzel
We Both Go Down Together by The Decemberists
The Wanderer by U2 with Johnny Cash
CLOSING THEME: Over the Rainbow by Jerry Lee Lewis
KSFR, Santa Fe, N.M.
Webcasting!
10 p.m. to midnight Sundays Mountain Time
Host: Steve Terrell
OPENING THEME: Let it Out (Let it All Hang Out) by The Hombres
We're All Water by Yoko Ono
The Alibi Room by Drywall
Straight Street by The Fiery Furnaces
King of the Rodeo by Kings of Leon
Night Light by Sleater-Kinney
Necrophiliac in Love by The Blood-Drained Cows
Silent Night by Bad Religion
Pray for Pills by The Dirtbombs
Monkeyheart by Kevin Coyne & The Pine Valley Cosmonauts
Here Come the Bastards by Primus
Shelter from the Storm by Bob Dylan
She Looks Like a Woman by The Fleshtones
Kratae by Johnny's Guitar
A Small Demand by The (International) Noise Conspiracy
Christmas is a Special Day by Fats Domino
Members Only by Abdul Rasheed with The House Rockers
Bo Meets the Monster by Bo Diddley
Mamma's Got a Friend by Otis Taylor
Out on the Water Coast by Sonny Boy Williamson & The Yardbirds
I Don't Care No More by Sonny Boy Williamson & The Animals
Backwater Blues by Irma Thomas
I Do Not Want What I Have Not Got by Bettye LaVette
Jumper on the Line by R.L. Burnside
Hole in the Wall by The King Edward Blues Band
Secret For a Song by Mercury Rev
John Wayne Gacy Jr. by Sufjan Stevens
Man of God by Neil Diamond
My Pet Rat St. Michael by Mark Eitzel
We Both Go Down Together by The Decemberists
The Wanderer by U2 with Johnny Cash
CLOSING THEME: Over the Rainbow by Jerry Lee Lewis
Sunday, December 11, 2005
DEEP THOUGHTS ON THE WAR ON CHRISTMAS
The cruel war is raging ...
"I will not rest until every year families gather to spend December 25th together at Osama's
homo-abortion-pot-and-commie-jizzporium."
Jon Stewart
"The truth is, anytime someone starts talking to you about how Christians are persecuted in the United States, you are -- right then and right there -- talking to a retard. There's just no other way of saying it. And the War on Christmas is an idea akin to a bullshit sandwich, once you've deleted all the "sandwich-like" characteristics, anyway. "
Wonkette
".. has it occurred to you, you nerd, that that’s not very nice,
We Jews believe it was Santa Claus that killed Jesus Christ."
Kinky Friedman
from "They Ain't Makin' Jews Like Jesus Anymore"
"May the Baby Jesus shut your mouth and open your mind."
Motto of The Family Dog in San Francisco circa 1966.
"I will not rest until every year families gather to spend December 25th together at Osama's
homo-abortion-pot-and-commie-jizzporium."
Jon Stewart
"The truth is, anytime someone starts talking to you about how Christians are persecuted in the United States, you are -- right then and right there -- talking to a retard. There's just no other way of saying it. And the War on Christmas is an idea akin to a bullshit sandwich, once you've deleted all the "sandwich-like" characteristics, anyway. "
Wonkette
".. has it occurred to you, you nerd, that that’s not very nice,
We Jews believe it was Santa Claus that killed Jesus Christ."
Kinky Friedman
from "They Ain't Makin' Jews Like Jesus Anymore"
"May the Baby Jesus shut your mouth and open your mind."
Motto of The Family Dog in San Francisco circa 1966.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
THE SANTA FE OPRY PLAYLIST
Friday, December 9, 2005
KSFR, Santa Fe, NM
Webcasting!
10 p.m. to midnight Fridays Mountain Time
Host: Steve Terrell
OPENING THEME: Buckaroo by Buck Owens & The Buckaroos
Honky Tonk Hiccups by Neko Case
1 Way Ticket to the Blues by Marti Brom
Rootin' Tootin' Santa Claus by The Buckerettes
Big Ol' White Boys by Terry Allen
There's a Star Spangled Banner Waving Somewhere by Hank Thompson
Bad Habbit by Jimmy Stradler
Tonsils in Taiwan by Jim Terr
Sittin' on Top of the World by Jack White
Kaw-Liga by Silver Sand
Is Anybody Going to San Antone? by Doug Sahm
Lawd, I'm Just a Country Boy in This Great Big Freaky City by Alvin Youngblood Hart
Stoned Faces Don't Lie by The Bottle Rockets
Santa Can't Stay by Dwight Yoakam
John Law Burned Down the Liquor Store by Chris Thomas King
Black Soul Choir by 16 Horse Power
I Walk the Line by Telly Savales
Twelve Gates to the City by Bethleham & Eggs
Sinner, You'd Better Get Ready by The Lilly Brothers
Trouble in the Amen City by Porter Wagoner
Standin' in the Need of Prayer by Bethleham & Eggs
Dust on Mother's Bible by Buck Owens
He Will Set Your Fields on Fire by Flatt & Scruggs
Nobody's Fault But Mine by Bethleham & Eggs
The Old Rugged Cross by Johnny Cash
River by Albert & Gage
Little Hearts and Flowers by Bobby Earle Smith
Oil Field Girls by The Tom Russell Band
Four Walls by Jimmie Dale Gilmore
Scrapyard Lullaby by Chris Whitley
Hard Candy Christmas by Dolly Parton
The Wayward Wind by Jackie "Teak" Lazar
CLOSING THEME: Comin' Down by The Meat Puppets
Steve Terrell is proud to report to the monthly Freeform American Roots Radio list
KSFR, Santa Fe, NM
Webcasting!
10 p.m. to midnight Fridays Mountain Time
Host: Steve Terrell
OPENING THEME: Buckaroo by Buck Owens & The Buckaroos
Honky Tonk Hiccups by Neko Case
1 Way Ticket to the Blues by Marti Brom
Rootin' Tootin' Santa Claus by The Buckerettes
Big Ol' White Boys by Terry Allen
There's a Star Spangled Banner Waving Somewhere by Hank Thompson
Bad Habbit by Jimmy Stradler
Tonsils in Taiwan by Jim Terr
Sittin' on Top of the World by Jack White
Kaw-Liga by Silver Sand
Is Anybody Going to San Antone? by Doug Sahm
Lawd, I'm Just a Country Boy in This Great Big Freaky City by Alvin Youngblood Hart
Stoned Faces Don't Lie by The Bottle Rockets
Santa Can't Stay by Dwight Yoakam
John Law Burned Down the Liquor Store by Chris Thomas King
Black Soul Choir by 16 Horse Power
I Walk the Line by Telly Savales
Twelve Gates to the City by Bethleham & Eggs
Sinner, You'd Better Get Ready by The Lilly Brothers
Trouble in the Amen City by Porter Wagoner
Standin' in the Need of Prayer by Bethleham & Eggs
Dust on Mother's Bible by Buck Owens
He Will Set Your Fields on Fire by Flatt & Scruggs
Nobody's Fault But Mine by Bethleham & Eggs
The Old Rugged Cross by Johnny Cash
River by Albert & Gage
Little Hearts and Flowers by Bobby Earle Smith
Oil Field Girls by The Tom Russell Band
Four Walls by Jimmie Dale Gilmore
Scrapyard Lullaby by Chris Whitley
Hard Candy Christmas by Dolly Parton
The Wayward Wind by Jackie "Teak" Lazar
CLOSING THEME: Comin' Down by The Meat Puppets
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Friday, December 09, 2005
TERRELL'S TUNE-UP: NEW CHRISTMAS ALBUMS
Technically there is no Terrell's Tune-up column in today's Pasatiempo. Instead I wrote a bunch of Christmas CD reviews for the special Christmas Pasatempos section. Here they are:
A version of these were published in The Santa Fe New Mexican
December 9, 2005
BRIAN WILSON
What I Really Want For Christmas
(Arista)
One of the most oddly enduring Christmas albums of the rock ’n’ roll era is The Beach Boys Christmas, a 1964 outing that featured mostly original Yuletide songs, plus “Blue Christmas,” “White Christmas,” a stunning version of “We Three Kings” and a few other Christmas chestnuts. Even considering the frequently cornball production, the Boys of summer created a wintertime classic.
Forty-one years later, Brian Wilson not only pays homage to The Beach Boys Christmas with this album, he has created a holiday treat that stands on its own. This is due mostly to Wilson’s own sensibilities. But much credit should go to the band he’s been using for the past several years, The Wondermints. (The documentary on the making of Smile gives a viewer great appreciate for the contribution of this band -- especially to keyboardist/singer Darian Sahanaja -- to Wilson’s art. )
The new album has a couple of novelty tunes from The Beach Boys Christmas, “The Man With All the Toys” and that album‘s best-known ditty, “Little Saint Nick.” (Of the old stuff, I’d have preferred “Santa’s Beard,” the story of a brat who exposes a department-store Santa.)
More importantly there are some new songs, including the title tune, which Wilson co-wrote with Elton John lyricist Bernie Taupin and “Christmasey,” which he co-wrote with Jimmy Webb. If I have one complaint, ’d have liked some more originals here.
The other songs are the usual suspects -- “Hark the Herald Angels Sing,” a rocking “Deck the Halls,” etc. -- all done up in Beach Boys-style harmonies. He doesn’t revive “We Three Kings,” but there’s one incredible jaw-dropper in Wilson’s version of “Oh Holy Night.” As Wilson and his group sing “Fall on your knees/Hear the angel voices,” all I can say is “Bet yo’ sweet pork chops!”
REV. HORTON HEAT
We Three Kings
(Yep Roc)
The king of the psychobillies has entered the Christmas sweepstakes with a good rocking collection.
There are the classic holiday tunes -- the title song is an instrumental, part ominous surf music, part hoedown. Likewise, “What Child is This,” is a Link Wray inspired instrumental. “Frosty the Snowman” practically melts because of the speed, while the reverend plays a slow, earnest take of “Silver Bells,” complete with gospelish organ and piano.
This album also is a survey of classic rock ‘n’ roll and country Christmas songs. Heat does a worthy cover of Elvis Presley’s “Santa Bring My Baby Back to Me,” a crooning version of Willie Nelson’s “Pretty Paper,” a properly rocking romp on Chuck Berry’s “Run, Rudolf Run” and a hearty salute to Buck Owens on the obscure Owens holiday hit “Santa Looked a Lot Like Daddy” (I’m sure the Rev. would agree that it’s worth it for Buckaroo fans to seek out the original.)
But the weirdest cut on We Three Kings is Heat’s inspired melding of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” with the theme from the Batman television show. It’s good he remembers the true meaning of Christmas.
MARAH
A Christmas Kind of TownYep Roc
Anyone who’s ever sat through a Christmas pageant at virtually any elementary school or church -- and serious enjoyed it despite of, or even because of the corniness and amateurishness -- would get a kick out of this album.
This roots-rock band from Philadelphia (where the concept of “roots” also includes Phil Spector) apparently called up a bunch of friends (including a sexy singer who calls herself “Felicia Navidad“), took a serious dip into the wassail and made this album, a collection of songs, silly skits and general Yuletide goofiness.
There are a couple of songs associated with 1960s animated Christmas specials. There’s “Christmas Time is Here” where Marah and crew sound disturbingly like the Peanuts gang, and “Holy Jolly Christmas,” (sung by Burl Ives on the 1964 clay-puppet classic Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer.)
There’s some typical over covered songs like “Silver Bells,” “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” and “Winter Wonderland.” But there’s a very obscure Buck Owens song “Christmas Times A Comin’” And better yet are some fine original tunes here including a polka-like “Counting the Days (Til Christmas),” the Brian Wilson-worthy “Christmas with the Snow” and “New York is a Christmas Kind of Town.”
THE LEEVEES
Hanukkah Rocks
(Reprise)
Back in the late ‘80s — when 2 Live Crew was the rap group that was the biggest threat to civilization — there was a parody of As Nasty as They Wanna Be called As Kosher as They Wanna Be by a group calling itself Two Live Jews. The anchor cut was a takeoff of Crew’s “Me So Horny,” called “Oy! It’s So Humid.”
The LeeVees (Adam Gardner and Dave Schneider) channel the spirit of Two Live Jews, and probably even Allen Sherman on this collection of funny songs about Hanukkah and the chosen people in general.
“Latke Clan” is about Hanukkah spirit (“Santa’s cool/But Hanukkah Harry’s the man …”), while “Goyim Friends” examines the jealousy that Jewish kids feel when they get six packs of socks on Hanukkah when their Christian pals get snowboards and iPods for Christmas.
My favorite is “How Do You Spell Channukkahh”: “In elementary school/A Spanish kid told me/That it starts with a silent J/But Julio was wrong.”
The humor is non-stop and the music is catchy, infectious pop rock, including Farfisa organ on many tracks. Maybe next year The LeeVees will team up with Kinky Friedman for more Jewish holiday fun.
A version of these were published in The Santa Fe New Mexican
December 9, 2005
BRIAN WILSON
What I Really Want For Christmas
(Arista)
One of the most oddly enduring Christmas albums of the rock ’n’ roll era is The Beach Boys Christmas, a 1964 outing that featured mostly original Yuletide songs, plus “Blue Christmas,” “White Christmas,” a stunning version of “We Three Kings” and a few other Christmas chestnuts. Even considering the frequently cornball production, the Boys of summer created a wintertime classic.
Forty-one years later, Brian Wilson not only pays homage to The Beach Boys Christmas with this album, he has created a holiday treat that stands on its own. This is due mostly to Wilson’s own sensibilities. But much credit should go to the band he’s been using for the past several years, The Wondermints. (The documentary on the making of Smile gives a viewer great appreciate for the contribution of this band -- especially to keyboardist/singer Darian Sahanaja -- to Wilson’s art. )
The new album has a couple of novelty tunes from The Beach Boys Christmas, “The Man With All the Toys” and that album‘s best-known ditty, “Little Saint Nick.” (Of the old stuff, I’d have preferred “Santa’s Beard,” the story of a brat who exposes a department-store Santa.)
More importantly there are some new songs, including the title tune, which Wilson co-wrote with Elton John lyricist Bernie Taupin and “Christmasey,” which he co-wrote with Jimmy Webb. If I have one complaint, ’d have liked some more originals here.
The other songs are the usual suspects -- “Hark the Herald Angels Sing,” a rocking “Deck the Halls,” etc. -- all done up in Beach Boys-style harmonies. He doesn’t revive “We Three Kings,” but there’s one incredible jaw-dropper in Wilson’s version of “Oh Holy Night.” As Wilson and his group sing “Fall on your knees/Hear the angel voices,” all I can say is “Bet yo’ sweet pork chops!”
REV. HORTON HEAT
We Three Kings
(Yep Roc)
The king of the psychobillies has entered the Christmas sweepstakes with a good rocking collection.
There are the classic holiday tunes -- the title song is an instrumental, part ominous surf music, part hoedown. Likewise, “What Child is This,” is a Link Wray inspired instrumental. “Frosty the Snowman” practically melts because of the speed, while the reverend plays a slow, earnest take of “Silver Bells,” complete with gospelish organ and piano.
This album also is a survey of classic rock ‘n’ roll and country Christmas songs. Heat does a worthy cover of Elvis Presley’s “Santa Bring My Baby Back to Me,” a crooning version of Willie Nelson’s “Pretty Paper,” a properly rocking romp on Chuck Berry’s “Run, Rudolf Run” and a hearty salute to Buck Owens on the obscure Owens holiday hit “Santa Looked a Lot Like Daddy” (I’m sure the Rev. would agree that it’s worth it for Buckaroo fans to seek out the original.)
But the weirdest cut on We Three Kings is Heat’s inspired melding of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” with the theme from the Batman television show. It’s good he remembers the true meaning of Christmas.
MARAH
A Christmas Kind of TownYep Roc
Anyone who’s ever sat through a Christmas pageant at virtually any elementary school or church -- and serious enjoyed it despite of, or even because of the corniness and amateurishness -- would get a kick out of this album.
This roots-rock band from Philadelphia (where the concept of “roots” also includes Phil Spector) apparently called up a bunch of friends (including a sexy singer who calls herself “Felicia Navidad“), took a serious dip into the wassail and made this album, a collection of songs, silly skits and general Yuletide goofiness.
There are a couple of songs associated with 1960s animated Christmas specials. There’s “Christmas Time is Here” where Marah and crew sound disturbingly like the Peanuts gang, and “Holy Jolly Christmas,” (sung by Burl Ives on the 1964 clay-puppet classic Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer.)
There’s some typical over covered songs like “Silver Bells,” “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” and “Winter Wonderland.” But there’s a very obscure Buck Owens song “Christmas Times A Comin’” And better yet are some fine original tunes here including a polka-like “Counting the Days (Til Christmas),” the Brian Wilson-worthy “Christmas with the Snow” and “New York is a Christmas Kind of Town.”
THE LEEVEES
Hanukkah Rocks
(Reprise)
Back in the late ‘80s — when 2 Live Crew was the rap group that was the biggest threat to civilization — there was a parody of As Nasty as They Wanna Be called As Kosher as They Wanna Be by a group calling itself Two Live Jews. The anchor cut was a takeoff of Crew’s “Me So Horny,” called “Oy! It’s So Humid.”
The LeeVees (Adam Gardner and Dave Schneider) channel the spirit of Two Live Jews, and probably even Allen Sherman on this collection of funny songs about Hanukkah and the chosen people in general.
“Latke Clan” is about Hanukkah spirit (“Santa’s cool/But Hanukkah Harry’s the man …”), while “Goyim Friends” examines the jealousy that Jewish kids feel when they get six packs of socks on Hanukkah when their Christian pals get snowboards and iPods for Christmas.
My favorite is “How Do You Spell Channukkahh”: “In elementary school/A Spanish kid told me/That it starts with a silent J/But Julio was wrong.”
The humor is non-stop and the music is catchy, infectious pop rock, including Farfisa organ on many tracks. Maybe next year The LeeVees will team up with Kinky Friedman for more Jewish holiday fun.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
ROUNDHOUSE ROUND-UP: ORDERED BY GOD
A version of this was published in The Santa Fe New Mexican
Dec. 8, 2005
Gov. Bill Richardson was the interview subject in this week’s “10 Questions” section of Time magazine. He talked about immigration, his book, his meetings with famous dictators, etc.
And he also spoke a little bit about theology, specifically the divine right of early primary states.
“Nobody should tamper with Iowa and New Hampshire being the initial primaries or caucuses,” Richardson told Time. “That's God given and party given.”
This is even stronger than what he told people in New Hampshire last summer at a political breakfast. There, Richardson said that having the first primary in the nation is “your birthright.” But he didn’t mention God by name.
Even so, a Democratic National Committee panel is apparently trying to mess with God’s plan.
The 40-member commission is considering a plan that would add a Western and a Southern state to the January primary calendar.
“The four Western states under consideration are Arizona, New Mexico and Nevada as well as Colorado,” Rocky Mountain News columnist Peter Blake wrote Wednesday. “But Mike Stratton, a Colorado political strategist who's on the commission, conceded Nevada is the likely choice.”
Stratton, by the way, was working for Richardson during the governor’s visit to New Hampshire last June.
But a Nov. 30 story in the Manchester Union Leader quotes New Hampshire’s secretary of state William Gardner saying he will move up the New Hampshire primary if the Democrats adopt the proposed primary plan. And state law allows him to do it.
Truly he is a man of God.
Meanwhile, Richardson still is pushing for a regional primary — which would include this state, Arizona, Utah and possibly others — for Feb. 5, 2008.
For the record, God didn’t create the New Hampshire primary until 1913. Actually, according to the New Hampshire Political Library’s the Web site, it was a body called “The General Court” that created the primary. The first primary actually wasn’t held until 1916.
But New Hampshire didn’t become the first-in-the-nation primary until 1920, when the state of Minnesota decided to drop its primary and Indiana moved its primary back to May. I’m not sure what happened here.
Did God also create the Minnesota and Indiana primaries and decide He had made a mistake?
Or were those primaries the work of Satan?
At first New Hampshire primary voters elected delegates to the national political conventions. It wasn’t until 1952 that God decided the names of the presidential candidates themselves should be on the ballot.
God didn’t get the January Iowa caucuses going until 1972. (A history of the caucuses by The Des Moines Register also gives former Iowa Gov. Harold Hughes some of the credit.)
Baseball blues: The subject of Richardson’s professional baseball “career” was bound to come up in the Time interview.
After all, last week in an op-ed piece in the New York Times, Tom Ruprecht, a writer for Late Show with David Letterman poked wicked fun at the governor’s recent discovery that he actually had not been drafted by the Kansas City Athletics in the 1960s.
Ruprecht’s story, headlined “Field of Hallucinations,” started out, “Yes, Gov. Bill Richardson of New Mexico had to embark on an exhaustive fact-finding mission to determine whether or not he was ever a major-league baseball player. (And we wonder why nothing gets done in government.)”
In the Time interview, Richardson, apparently decided that a good defense is a bad pun.
“I had been told by various scouts that I would be drafted if I signed,” he told reporter Karen Tumulty. “When it appeared in the official program of my team that I had been drafted, I assumed it was correct. However, the mistake was mine. I should have checked. Obviously, it's become a little bit of an instance where I dropped the ball. Get it, Karen?”
“I get it, I get it,” Tumulty replied.
“Get that?” Richardson continued. “Dropped the ball?”
Flattery will get you nowhere: State Rep. Al Park, D-Albuquerque, who according to the Roundhouse rumor mill was considering a run for state attorney general or treasurer, announced last week that he would instead seek a fourth term in the House of Representatives.
“While I am flattered by the support I have received to run for higher office, I believe the best way I can serve the people of New Mexico is to remain in the Legislature,” Park said in a news release.
How come I get the feeling that if he’d been flattered with more support, he might have been making a different announcement?
Dec. 8, 2005
Gov. Bill Richardson was the interview subject in this week’s “10 Questions” section of Time magazine. He talked about immigration, his book, his meetings with famous dictators, etc.
And he also spoke a little bit about theology, specifically the divine right of early primary states.
“Nobody should tamper with Iowa and New Hampshire being the initial primaries or caucuses,” Richardson told Time. “That's God given and party given.”
This is even stronger than what he told people in New Hampshire last summer at a political breakfast. There, Richardson said that having the first primary in the nation is “your birthright.” But he didn’t mention God by name.
Even so, a Democratic National Committee panel is apparently trying to mess with God’s plan.
The 40-member commission is considering a plan that would add a Western and a Southern state to the January primary calendar.
“The four Western states under consideration are Arizona, New Mexico and Nevada as well as Colorado,” Rocky Mountain News columnist Peter Blake wrote Wednesday. “But Mike Stratton, a Colorado political strategist who's on the commission, conceded Nevada is the likely choice.”
Stratton, by the way, was working for Richardson during the governor’s visit to New Hampshire last June.
But a Nov. 30 story in the Manchester Union Leader quotes New Hampshire’s secretary of state William Gardner saying he will move up the New Hampshire primary if the Democrats adopt the proposed primary plan. And state law allows him to do it.
Truly he is a man of God.
Meanwhile, Richardson still is pushing for a regional primary — which would include this state, Arizona, Utah and possibly others — for Feb. 5, 2008.
For the record, God didn’t create the New Hampshire primary until 1913. Actually, according to the New Hampshire Political Library’s the Web site, it was a body called “The General Court” that created the primary. The first primary actually wasn’t held until 1916.
But New Hampshire didn’t become the first-in-the-nation primary until 1920, when the state of Minnesota decided to drop its primary and Indiana moved its primary back to May. I’m not sure what happened here.
Did God also create the Minnesota and Indiana primaries and decide He had made a mistake?
Or were those primaries the work of Satan?
At first New Hampshire primary voters elected delegates to the national political conventions. It wasn’t until 1952 that God decided the names of the presidential candidates themselves should be on the ballot.
God didn’t get the January Iowa caucuses going until 1972. (A history of the caucuses by The Des Moines Register also gives former Iowa Gov. Harold Hughes some of the credit.)
Baseball blues: The subject of Richardson’s professional baseball “career” was bound to come up in the Time interview.
After all, last week in an op-ed piece in the New York Times, Tom Ruprecht, a writer for Late Show with David Letterman poked wicked fun at the governor’s recent discovery that he actually had not been drafted by the Kansas City Athletics in the 1960s.
Ruprecht’s story, headlined “Field of Hallucinations,” started out, “Yes, Gov. Bill Richardson of New Mexico had to embark on an exhaustive fact-finding mission to determine whether or not he was ever a major-league baseball player. (And we wonder why nothing gets done in government.)”
In the Time interview, Richardson, apparently decided that a good defense is a bad pun.
“I had been told by various scouts that I would be drafted if I signed,” he told reporter Karen Tumulty. “When it appeared in the official program of my team that I had been drafted, I assumed it was correct. However, the mistake was mine. I should have checked. Obviously, it's become a little bit of an instance where I dropped the ball. Get it, Karen?”
“I get it, I get it,” Tumulty replied.
“Get that?” Richardson continued. “Dropped the ball?”
Flattery will get you nowhere: State Rep. Al Park, D-Albuquerque, who according to the Roundhouse rumor mill was considering a run for state attorney general or treasurer, announced last week that he would instead seek a fourth term in the House of Representatives.
“While I am flattered by the support I have received to run for higher office, I believe the best way I can serve the people of New Mexico is to remain in the Legislature,” Park said in a news release.
How come I get the feeling that if he’d been flattered with more support, he might have been making a different announcement?
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