Sunday, June 8, 2014

KLEM FM


Despite the snide lyrical digs towards British bands at that time (1966), these guys were pure American Yankees from Provincetown, Mass.

Mitt Romney was pranking fellow students around that time over hairdos too. Imagine that: Mitt Romney and guys from P-town sharing sentiments.

15 comments:

chickelit said...

The album cover photo must have been taken at a later date.

Lem the artificially intelligent said...

Oh wow, no way the powers that be would let that stand now. Not even as a joke.

Lem the artificially intelligent said...

Or, maybe i'm wrong about that.

I don't get the intricacies and hurdles of modern feminism.

chickelit said...

Pretty groovy footwear for 1966.

I wonder if that was a nod to California or to beachwear in general. I forget when sandals came into vogue. Late 60's IIRC.

Lem the artificially intelligent said...

Here is another blast from the past that would probably not get the go ahead from the sensors today.

This recording is a little fast.

chickelit said...

Lem, I did not know that song -- I do remember this one

I'm looking for the earliest funk I have...

Chip Ahoy said...

I made spätzle tonight by copying this woman.

And my version is delicious.

I had it only once in a restaurant in Toronto and fell in love with on the spot. I wanted more but they wouldn't give me more. Or maybe they did. I forget. They did. I remember now. I pigged out on the sides of spätzle, it was a side to something more significant like schnitzel something, and I wondered since then how in the heck do they do this? I imagined them squeezing it through a ricer. Mine are longer than the spätzle at the restaurant. Theirs were short and stubby. Mine are altogether better because I used sturdier flour and vermouth in a butter sauce. See? Live and loin, that's what I say.

Lem the artificially intelligent said...

Hey.. There is a woman doing basketball finals commentary at ESPN. NBC had a woman doing the men's French final match, up in the booth with John McEnroe.

Baseball still lagging behind. No women in the booth, that i know of.

But, overall, we are making progress.

chickelit said...

@Lem: James Brown.

His drummer was Clyde Stubblefield who now lives in Madison, WI.

chickelit said...

@Chip: I had a favorite spätzle place on the Niederdorfstrasse in Zurich. Spätzle pairs well with eggs. They served a mean SchniPo as well.

I've never seen it made nor tried to make it. Fascinating. She sounds like a Swiss German trying to speak Hochdeutsch. Note how she says "kook mal.' Real Swiss German would be "luuge" (look)

chickelit said...

"SchniPo" is short for Schnitzel/Pommes frites.

Chip Ahoy said...

The Barbarians are singing about themselves. Singing about things said of themselves, on account of their hair being long and wearing skin-tight pants. It's self-mocking. The song is saying, "hurray, we win. look at us again, we got the attention we seek, the attention we seek through song." It's circular.

You're welcome. I'm available to explain things from the hours of 12:00am - 2:30 am Sun - Thurs.

The song was written in 5 minutes. We could write such a song in 5 minutes or less. Let's try.

My sister's a whore
My sister's a whore
dum doodle dee dum doodle doodle de dum
My sister's a whore
My sister's a whore
dum doodle dee dum doodle doodle de dum
She screws every-body
That comes through the door.
Doodle doodle dee dum de doodle doodle dee dum.
She screws my best friend
Then she screwed some more
Duh doodle doodle POW POW ROCK a POW POW POW.
My sister's a whore
My sister's a whore
Doodle doodle dee dum
de doodle doodle dee dum.

See? Easy.

Now that's not saying there is no talent. Because there is talent evident. The guitar is especially good. You hardly see that anymore. That's real music there. Not like you see today where a switch is flipped and there goes the drum machine, and guitar is indistinguishable from keyboard, in fact, the guitar very well could be the keyboard, and everything else is controlled by technicians with sliders, and vocals with auto tune.

ndspinelli said...

In 1966 Provincetown was very hippie artist. It started going gay in the 70's. We would stay in a town ~15 miles south every summer. Trips to Provincetown were exciting, very different than anywhere us blue collar kids had every been. P-town meant fried, whole bellied clams. Kids from Boston in the water near the pier diving for nickels. "Hey mistuh, chuck a nickle ovah here." Portugese fisherman, getting the annual Cape Cod sweatshirt. It's where Anthony Bourdain worked his first kitchen job.

chickelit said...

@Nick: The HS in Provincetown recently closed for good: Wiki link. This is what happens to communities which overly embrace hipness.

I remember visiting San Francisco several years ago when our kids were still small. We went to a park (near where DiMaggio married Marilyn). Our kids were literally the only two kids there. Everyone else were singles and couples with dogs.

ndspinelli said...

chick, Thanks for the link. When my kids and their cousins were young we would have reunions on MV or the Cape mainland. I remember reading the local paper, this would have been mid 90's, and there were I think 6-8 kids graduating. And, they were all Portuguese.