In San Francisco Ned Allen, owner of the Bull Run dance hall on Pacific Ave., adjacent to Chinatown, was stabbed to death.
Allen had rejoiced in being called the wickedest man in SF. Bartlett J. Freel, aka Barney Flinn, was soon identified as the killer.
In April, 1874, he was convicted of manslaughter and sentenced to 11 years in San Quentin.
Just re-read Nick Tosches' account of shitfaced belligerent Jerry Lee waving a loaded pistol around outside the gates of Graceland in the middle of the night, callin' out the King, who called the cops and had him taken away.
I'll never tire of Jerry Lee. SO glad I got to see him live some years back. He'd just gotten over pneumonia, and it was like 90-something degrees out, and he still brought it.
Surprised in this plague week that there aren't more fornicators and backsliders in here for this rebroadcast pkg. Nothing more cleansing than being dunked wholesale into an infinite lake of fuming hellfire.
in times when we're rationing toilet paper, flour and the good scotch, thank god we still have jerry lee in opulent abundance.
hey p20 ! You cannot petition the Lord but woofmoo can entertain the bored. This is where punk began.
Jelly Roll Morton meets Webb Pierce. So cool.
“...decided that matrimony was a good idea again, before the courthouse got caught up...
I went to see The Killer in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia in 1983. Short set but memorable.
“...playing to places with the sound of glass breaking and babies crying.” Man, Bragg can turn a phrase.
I think Bragg undervalues Steve Allen. I'd suggest that the throwing-back of the piano stool wasn't "Show biz," but rather Allen's on-set response to the manic energy of the moment, digging it. His enthusiasm for getting JLL on the show asap, and his comment years ago that "I didn't dislike rock & roll. I thought it was funny" tells me he liked the early stuff in his own way. It IS funny, as well as powerful, untamed and everything else. (Go Star Club!)
Fantastic. In the early/mid 70s my group listened to a lot of stuff -- Kinks, VU, Funkadelic, whatever -- and Jerry Lee's Country Mercury LPs. Wonderful soundtrack to drinking your prime away. Anyway, we caught him at some county fair in South Florida circa 1975 -- he was doing a perfunctory set for the people in lawn chairs when he started "Me and Bobby McGee" -- and the Holy Ghost descended upon him. Round after round of transcendent connection between the ethers and the 88s -- however you want to put it. One of the single most impressive concert experiences I have witnessed -- for around 16 minutes to half an hour maybe. But him catching fire was apparent,
@Brian: It shows $1.99 for me on the result list view, but $10.99 when I click on it ... May be because my Amazon account is located in Germany, but in any case, this book if also worth the $10.99 for me
Many of the FMU interviews that have been re-broadcast the last couple of weeks due to CV-19 really deserved a re-broadcast. I missed some of them and would never had known about them if not for the re-broadcast