I'm a few days late, but I'd like wish each and every one of you a happy World Day of Puppetry!
According to the Puppeteers of America website, March 21 is the day to honor the puppets among us.
Puppetry in America is older than the country itself, but until the beginning of the 20th century, puppet shows were rare. Puppeteers kept their art a closely guarded secret, certainly not shared with the public. In the first half of the 20th century, some puppeteers (most notably Tony Sarg) helped to lift the veil of secrecy, sharing information about their work, which led to the formation of the Puppeteers of America in 1937... Today, almost three quarters of a century onward, puppets hold a place in the public’s heart that is rivaled by few other arts. They appear on stage, in movies, on television, and now, on the Internet. The Puppeteers of America is proud to present this National Day of Puppetry taking place all over North America and brought to you by the local Puppeteers of America guild in your area.
I'm not even sure there is a Puppeteers of America guild in my area. But that doesn't matter. Puppets and music go together like peanut butter and bacon.
Listen to the puppets sing!
Hey Hey We're The Muppets
One of the first ventriloquist dummies I ever saw as a kid was Jerry Mahoney. Here he is singing with his special friend, Paul Winchell
There was a real chemistry between Andy Gibb and Madam
Here's an Elvis puppet song that was a hit in the '60s
James & Bobby Purify soulfully embraced their puppethood
Sunday, March 24, 2019 KSFR, Santa Fe, NM Webcasting! 10 p.m. to midnight Sundays Mountain Time Host: Steve Terrell 101.1 FM
Email me during the show! terrel(at)ksfr.org
Here's my playlist :
OPENING THEME: Let It Out (Let it All Hang Out) by The Hombres
Red Red Robin by Rosie Flores
Single Again by The Fiery Furnaces
Heart by REQ'D
Wade in Bloody Water by The Grannies
Flesh Eating Cocaine Blues by Daddy Longlegs
Too Bad by Lonesome Shack
Mojo Workout by King Salami & The Cumberland 3
Ink by ET Explore Me
Collection of Regrets by Weird Omen
Vault by Sleeve Cannon
Call Me Lucky by Dale Watson
Polk Salad Annie by Big Twist & The Mellow Fellows
Baby Please Don't Go by Tony Joe White
House Among the Thickets by The Flesh Eaters
How Many Stars by The Mekons
Bug Out Time by Mekons 77
Believe Me by Mark Sultan
My Beer Waa Talking to You by The Polkaholics
Human Question by The Yawpers
Friendly Fellows by Pea & The Peas
Don't Run, We're Your Friends by The Scaners
By the River by Sloks
99 Things by Lynx Lynx
Macorina by Reverend Beat-Man & Izobel Garcia
I Wanna Be There by Blues Magoos
Banned in Boston by Sam the Sham & The Pharoahs
Let it Shine by Leo "Bud" Welch
Walking the Floor by Johnny Dowd
Evil Will Prevail by Flaming Lips
It Feels So Good to Love Someone Like You by Terrence Trent D'Arby
That'll Be the Bloody Day by Hamell on Trial
Out of This World by Loudon Wainwright III
My Old Man by Jerry Jeff Walker CLOSING THEME: Over the Rainbow by Jerry Lee Lewis
As everyone surely knows by now, Dick Dale, the longstanding King of the Surf Guitar, died last week.
And as everyone surely knows, his best-known song, "Misirlou" did not start with Pulp Fiction. Or even Dick Dale. Dale, whose grandparents were from Beirut, has said in interviews that he first heard the song being sung by some of his older relatives.
So today, let's hear some "Misirlou" through the ages.
According to Wikipedia (which is always right, this 1927 recording by Greek singer Theodotos Demetriades is the first known recording of the song.
This is a late '40s Lebanese version by Maestro Clovis - Ya Amal that has been subtitled "Egyptian Girl."
Dick Dale wasn't the first American to record "Misirlou." Jazz xylophonist Jan August did this one in the mid 1940s.
"Miserlou" also became a klezmer standard. This version is by Klezmer Sefardi recorded in Madrid (Spain, not New Mexico) in 2011.
My friend Leslie just last night sent me a video version of the song by The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain. (She sent a Facebook video but I'm not sure how to embed that one on this blog. However, apparently the UOGB has recorded several versions.)
But there is not, and there will never be a version like the mighty Dick Dale's. R.I.P. Dick!
Sunday, March 17, 2019 KSFR, Santa Fe, NM Webcasting! 10 p.m. to midnight Sundays Mountain Time Host: Steve Terrell 101.1 FM
Email me during the show! terrel(at)ksfr.org
Here's my playlist :
OPENING THEME: Let It Out (Let it All Hang Out) by The Hombres
The Sky is a Poisonous Garden by Concrete Blonde
That's Tough by Gabriel & The Angels
Bone Machine by The Pixies
Eyes on Me by The Night Beats
Some People by Ar-Kaics
Dancing on My Knees by The Yawpers
Who Do You Love by Patti Smith
Corn Foo Fighting by The Hickoids
All I Know by The Neon Brothers
Don 't Wanna Wash Off Last Night by The Gaunga Dyns
Let's Go Let's Go, Let's Go by Hank Ballard & The Midnighters
You Can't Steal My Shine by The Reverend Peyton's Big Damn Band
Hornet by Jon Spencer
Blue Haired Lady by The Polkaholics
Pony Dress by The Flesh Eaters
How It's Done by Unknown Instructors
I'm a No Count by Ty Wagner
Sweet Jane by Lou Reed
THE LAST GASP OF ST. PAT's
Black Velvet Band by The Dubliners
Captain Kelly's Kitchen by Dropkick Murpheys
The Captain's Dead by Paddy & The Rats
The Likes of You Again by Flogging Molly
Donegal Express by Shane McGowan
Some Say the Divil is Dead by The Wolfe Tones
Forty Deuce by Black 47
Molly Malone by Sinead O'Connor
Oklahoma on my Mind by Martha Fields
Don't Let Nobody Drag Yo' Spirit Down by Linda Tillery & The Cultural Heritage Choir with Wilson Pickett & Eric Bibb
Jeep Cherokee Laredo by The War & Treaty
How Many Stars by The Mekons CLOSING THEME: Over the Rainbow by Jerry Lee Lewis
A version of this was published in The Santa Fe New Mexican March 15, 2018
I almost feel bad for fans of Michael Jackson following the revelations of Leaving Neverland, the recent HBO documentary detailing the agonizing allegations of sexual abuse, by Jackson, of two of his former kiddie pals, now grown men.
Almost.
Like most living Americans my age, I became aware of Michael Jackson back in my late high school days, when The Jackson 5 began dominating pop charts.
I didn’t like them.
To me they were bubblegum soul, a black version of the Osmonds, who I also couldn’t stand. Both the Osmonds and the Jacksons were out there back then, each doing their best to damage AM radio beyond repair. (Now there’s a good thesis for a Ph.D. in pop culture: How Michael and Donny paved the way for Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity.)
Michael Jackson rarely crossed my mind for years after the demise of The Jackson 5. But around 1979, I started hearing songs from Jackson’s album Off the Wall on the radio — and I thought they didn’t stink too bad for disco-laden pop, going well beyond the pipsqueak pop of his early career.
And soon came Thriller, and with that, Michael Jackson basically became the ’80s in the eyes of his rapidly expanding fan base. As for me, after the initial thrill of Thriller was gone, Jackson once again just seemed cheesy to this old cynic.
At first, it was just that the glitz and excess of both his sound and his image seemed to epitomize everything about the ’80s that I hated.
But it ultimately wasn’t a question of musical taste that bothered me about Jackson and his worldwide legions of true believers. Whispers of pedophilia about Jackson and his seemingly endless parade of boy companions abounded for years.
I myself made a snarky innuendo in this very column back on Jan. 5, 1990. Reviewing a record by Terence Trent D’Arby (Neither Fish Nor Flesh, an album I still love), I wrote, “He can sound as angelic as Michael Jackson crooning lullabies to Webster or as wild as James Brown in a high-speed chase along a southern highway.” (Webster was a 1980s TV sitcom starring child actor Emmanuel Lewis, who was a frequent Jackson boy pal and houseguest in the ’80s.)
In 1993, the parents of one of his constant kiddie companions filed a civil lawsuit against Jackson, alleging he’d molested his son. Jackson settled the case, reportedly for more than $20 million. Jackson loyalists knew that it was just a case of money-grubbing parents trying to besmirch the honor of a wholesome entertainer who just happened to love children.
Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Then in 2003, British journalist Martin Bashir made a documentary called Living with Michael Jackson, in which the singer talked openly about sleeping with the little boys who were guests at his Neverland Ranch.
“It’s not sexual. We’re going to sleep. I tuck them in,” he said. “It’s very charming, it’s very sweet.”
And millions of his fans were charmed. Not so much the district attorney of Santa Barbara. Jackson would be charged with molesting another boy. This case went to trial, but the King of Pop beat the rap — with the help of testimony by Wade Robson, an Australian kid whose family had moved from their home country to California so he could be closer to Jackson, who he’d idolized.
Robson is one of the alleged victims at the center of Leaving Neverland, who in the documentary describes in excruciating detail his story of being raped by Jackson as a young boy.
Some of his fans still — and will always — defend Jackson. But not all. On social media, I’ve seen many Jackson fans who, after seeing the documentary, no longer care to defend him, despite growing up on his music and loving him for most of their lives. While it’s tempting to feel morally superior for never having been a Michael Jackson fan and for pegging him as a child molester years and years ago, I know how it is to have musicians you like transform into monsters.
For instance, I’ve always liked Western-swing pioneer Spade Cooley, even though he murdered his wife. I’ve even made sardonic jokes about that fact when playing Cooley on the radio.
But my perception of Donnell Clyde Cooley changed a couple of years ago when I heard an episode about him on the Cocaine & Rhinestones podcast. Host Tyler Mahan Coe described in brutal detail how Cooley not only killed but tortured Ella Mae Cooley and forced their fourteen-year-old daughter to watch.
“This was not a domestic argument that got out of hand,” Coe said in the podcast. “Not an accident with a dangerous weapon. Not a so-called crime of passion. This wasn’t even an isolated incident. It was a savage and deliberate execution which many people had to have seen coming.”
And while I haven’t thought much of or about the music of Ryan Adams in recent years, during the great alt-country scare in the mid-to-late ’90s, I was a huge fan of his old band Whiskeytown. For years I’ve thought of Adams, who’s always been known for his “bad boy” antics, as a guy who’s just too full of himself.
But a recent article in the New York Times contained serious accusations about his treatment of women, including one allegation that’s caught the interest of the FBI: that he engaged in “graphic texting” and phone sex on Skype with a female musician who was fifteen and sixteen at the time.
How do you separate a horrible man from his art that you love? No easy answer here. Last week comedian Bill Maher said he’ll still go on listening to Thriller — though he might have problems with one of the songs, the one subtitled “Pretty Young Thing.”
So before you start idolizing musicians — or other entertainers or politicians — realize they are not gods but humans. And some humans are just plain evil.
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