Holy
crap in a Bundt pan...
Due to the
recent well-publicized shortage of
amateur websites produced by assholes who consider themselves to be
clever, I
have been called into action. My name is Jeff Kay, and I’m an
Ugly American living
on the cusp of a mid-life crisis, near Scranton, PA. And I’m here to
serve, baby.
The
State of My Fat Ass A journal of
sorts, updated every once in a while.
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And the answer to yesterday's music quiz: Steely Dan, and Black Crowes/Drive-By
Truckers. Those are the two concerts I'm seriously interested in
attending, from the just-announced summer
line-up at the local Coca-Cola or Ford or Blockbuster or Kotex Hi-Flo
amphitheater.
Steely Dan are one of my all-time favorites, and are the definite
act on the list. I've seen them twice before, and a splendid time is
guaranteed for all. My friend Steve, another Dan fanatic, is delaying
his vacation by a day so he can be there as well. Oh, it's gonna be fun.
Do classic rock stations still do those rock 'n' roll party buses? If
so, I might want to get in on some of that action: the bald spot and
beer belly express.
And I'm an on-again, off-again Black Crowes fan. Living in Atlanta
during their peak, it was pretty easy to hate them. I'd go to club shows
around town, and there'd be Chris Robinson again. The guy was
everywhere, just hanging out and acting cool, with his
surgically-attached Heineken bottle, huge candy-apple head, and pit
stains. Always with the massive dinner plate-sized pit stains.
Wonder if he ever consulted a doctor about that?
But they were/are a really good band, and at least one of their albums
is a masterpiece . So, that small fact wins out in the long run.
I've told the story about the Black Crowes listening party I attended in
Atlanta, back in my record weasel days. It appeared to be your standard
industry event: open bar, big bowls of chips, and the new album blaring
over the loudspeaker. But it was just a ruse.
Eventually, after everyone had a few adult beverages under their belts,
the buses rolled up. And they took us to a "secret" location
-- an old dilapidated pool hall across town. Inside, of course, were the
Crowes, rocking like the Russians were in Decatur. They were just roaring
amongst atmospheric filth.
Afterwards, in the parking lot, they served up a feast of some of the
best smoky barbecue ever, and an ocean of beer. They had colored lights
strung up everywhere (that I'm almost certain hadn't been there when
we'd gone in), and it was one of the coolest record weasel events I ever
had the pleasure of attending.
So I have a soft-spot in my heart for the
Black Crowes, and I'm also a big fan of the Drive-By Truckers. Living in
Scranton, and being an old man, I haven't had the opportunity to see
them play live yet. But I know their CDs, front to back. (It's something
I can do from a chair.) I bought the new one
the day it was released,
and I'll do the same with the next one. A great, great band. As my
friend Scott would say: much respect.
And there you have it. Pass the beer nuts.
-- A few quick notes on some of the other acts appearing this summer at
the Hi-Flo Auditorium:
Lynyrd Skynyrd: The only way I'd ever see them is if Ronnie Van Zant
rises from the grave, puts on his black hat, and grabs the mic. He wrote
the songs, sang the songs, and set the tone. He was The Man, and has
been dead for, like, thirty years now. The group that tours under the
Lynyrd Skynyrd name is nothing but a tribute band, as far as I'm
concerned. Fuck dat. May as well drive across town to see one of these
guys.
Poison/Cinderella: In my less-than-expert opinion, Cinderella was the
best of the 80s hair-metal bands. They had their cheesy moments, to be
sure, but they alsoreleased this . Say what you will, but I play that
album as much as I play anything in my collection. The thing is shockingly
good. Unfortunately, they're touring with Poison. And Poison is
an oily Pringles fart straight into the Hanes brief of popular culture.
Or something.
John Fogerty/Willie Nelson: I have a feeling, and I could be wrong, that
this would be one of those Shut Up And Sing concerts. I suspect that
both of these guys would take the stage, play a couple of tunes, then
start talking politics. And, I apologize, but I just couldn't give two
shits about what that great political scientist John Fogerty has to say
about world events. Just play "Green River," goddammit. And
blow the rest of it out yer ass. Same goes for Springsteen. And Nugent.
Vans Warped Tour: I'm being told that the Buzzcocks are playing at this
thing!? Is that true? Holy shit, I'd look like Homer Simpson walking
around... but the Buzzcocks! I'm going to have to give this some
thought. Maybe if I carried a skateboard, and said Wot up G? a
lot?
I don't have even a droplet of interest in any of the other shows, so
that's, as they say, that.
-- And since this is one of those dreaded all-music updates, here's some
very
sad news to close out the category. I read this yesterday, after having
just played a Go-Betweens best-of in the bunker on Sunday. The guy was a
heck of a songwriter, and died way too young.