2007 is running down with its inevitable best of lists sprouting up like liver spots on an aging man, Christmas specials running so often I'm sick of shows I once cherished, crowded highways and shops, extravagant light displays, and the generalized murmur about the erosion of the Chrismtas spirit. I veer from feeling this time of year is smashing to wanting to smash it. But this brief post isn't about right now or the year that has flown past. It's about the almighty power of the BOOGIE.
The closely guarded sacred scrolls of Smerdly "Tight Shoes" Johnson have been opened (all it took was a 6 pack of Pabst and a carton of Benson & Hedges) and they decree that 2008 will be the year of the FOGHAT revival. All herald the return of BOOGIE rock as we begin a "Slow Ride" to become one perfect Fool For The City as FOGHAT finally gets their critical reappraisal and just due. Can Savoy Brown (from whose loins sprang FOGHAT which makes them the Virgin Mary of BOOGIE) be far behind. 2008 looks to be the year that everybody wants the taste of Humble Pie in their eardrums. Will Wishbone Ash overcome their prog rock leanings to reap the benefit of this unprecedented outburst of the BOOGIE. It might be 40 Years After, but is that the BOOGIFIED relentless strains of "I'm Going Home" I hear on the ghost of festival's past. Lonesome Dave and Rod Price will kick up their BOOGIE shoes and their spirit WILL live on people! Just remember to forward all of my mail to the Boogie Motel.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Friday, December 07, 2007
My old workplace, Phonoluxe Records, got a write-up today by the Tennessean today in honor of its 20th anniversary. It's sort of weird that I even found the article since I never read the Tennessean. I had googled Phonoluxe just to get the zip code (I know the street address by heart - 2609 Nolensville Road) so I could send owner Mike Smyth a Christmas card. I spent five years great years there so congratulations are in order for Mike. Vivienne Westwood would be proud of that rockabilly and blues loving lad that used to hang out at Malcolm McLaren's Let It Rock on the King's Road.