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the willow house was a fucked up little house we used to call home while we were at tyler school of art together. the house was condemned by the city. now we're all scattered all over the place, far from willow ave. i thought this might be a good way for us to keep in touch and share music and whatever projects we're working on. maybe also give each other a kick in the pants to make art or whatever.
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12 comments:
beautiful tune once i changed the extension to "mp3". he would have beaten warren oats in that yellow GTO if the film reel hadn't disintegrated.
thanks. this posting of crap is new to me. the reason I like this song so much is because it's so simple and mysterious sounding. it's on the Hawthorne, CA 3-disc set of mostly redundant stuff. the fact that this remained unreleased for 2+ decade is another piece of evidence that the beach boys were largely unaware of their own strengths and too high on coke (-acola) to know the difference between good and bad.
yeah, i liked this too. it's better than the majority of the stuff on his solo record "pacific ocean blue" or something like that (which is worth it, i guess... but i'm not as wild about it as some).
thanks for trackin this one down... i'm not enough of a completist to find out about rarities like this...
pacific ocean blue is a masterpiece! one of my favorite LA casualty records, right up there w/ john the wolfking and saint cros' if only i could remember my name. he made another solo called banboo what's kinda bust, aside from the glorious track school girl.
john the wolfking and saint cros' if only i could remember my name
not familiar with these... i'll have to look into it. i like the idea of "LA casuality" as a genre... i think i'm a fan of its film equivalent... altman's three women comes to mind...
as for ocean blue, i'll have to revisit it. i think my expectations may have been a little over-informed by pet sounds, etc.
john phillips nailed down, in my opinion, one of the utlimate records encapsulating the real life burnout, result and poisoned-wells that too many summers of love and acid and faking free and share in wolfking. it still remains hopeful, though, just so meek and pwerful in alternating bursts. it is also a complete drug record from beginning to end. cros nails that same vibe, but w/ waaaay more abandon and studio party, self-mythology.
another crucial figure is the perfect terry melcher. son of doris day, early producer of the beach boys, owner of the mansion where the manson family killed, eternal seeker of inner-peace (he never found it) and co-author of kokomo (he and phillips had a lost weekend in the earky 80s and, when they woke up, kokomo was sitting on the piano...). i'll sendspace some of this stuff in a few. great for summer.
terry melcher -s/t 1974. melch's two records were all about finding peace, tellign young girls to either stay away from him or LA in general, going to mexico and card games. his 2nd record, royal flush, is so dusted and gone. he should be sainted: http://www.sendspace.com/file/fvlyyu
john phillips - john, the wolfking of LA, 1970. lost in a haze of dope, hedonism and fame. he busted out this top-to-bottom masterpiece. i can think of very, very few records that even touch this one across all styles and genres, perhaps daydream nation, terry allen's juarez and tusk. prolly a few more, too.
link: http://www.sendspace.com/file/de62s0
don't have the cros on this machine, but the record is easy to find. every hippie in topanga was at the sesh.
enjoy!
Terry Melcher and Dennis Wilson were in an unofficial Corvette-drivers club called the Golden Penetrators. I wonder what that name was about? I think Posh Espers was the third member.
i'd sub for gregg jacobson any day. it was a swingers club, right?
unreal and perfect: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peXxQugmItQ
downloaded the records, thanks coots!
is "coots" chris? who am i thanking here?
coots is mr. smith indeed. hi chris!
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