Heapin’ helpin’ of Music I like
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Wanna do a little wool-gathering AND gird your loins for a music pissing match? Then Ecce Musica baby:
(Young) Hawkwind - Silver Machine (Live ‘72)
Their only UK top ten hit. The boys really nailed the magic formula for infamy on this one:
- Lemmy (soon to be of Mötorhead) who was at this point a spry young lad sporting a tattoo of a fucking hawk.
- And Stacia -Â a 6 ft 1 Irish exotic dancer - who, like all creepy hot chicks, dressed like an evil wizard’s idea of a Gelfling sex android.
(Old n’ Crusty) Hawkwind - Quark, Strangeness & Charm
In 1977 the boys in Hawkwind accidentally ate a bar of lipstick instead of their usual lunchtime ounce of mushrooms. The overall effect lasted long enough to record this little glam-inspired ditty.
By dinner they located their stash again and went on to record their 247th album about transvestite laser-beam shooting space-salamanders.
Can - I want more (BBC 1976)
The fathers of Krautrock went disco and managed to not be a walking punchline.
If anyone has the German TV version of this song with the go-go frauleins in lamé pantsuits, please drop a line, I will exchange nude photos/live body parts.
Giorgio Moroder - Chase (Midnight Express) Live on ZDF 1977
The father of the ‘Sexual Dad’ look, Giorgio Moroder, pretty much invented dance music, builds his own instruments, speaks 80 languages and photographed the electron. Can you do any of that? Pounding a Silver Bullet and smashing the can on your forehead does not count.
A Number of Names - Shari Vari (The Scene, Detroit 1982)
Remember how every Saturday you would spend the morning getting jacked up on cereal that turned the milk purple while watching a 30 minute advert for the latest Malibu Rambo playset? Remember how around 11:00am, your parents would kick you out of the house so that they could ball? Remember how you spent the afternoon playing in the sprinkler and punching your brother in the nuts?
If mom n’ dad had rented a Motel 6 instead, you could have been watching this:
Steely Dan - My Old School (Live 1973)
Of course your folks had a ritual to the weekly shag: Mom & Dad would smoke a “J” and listen to some of the most scathingly well-written, intricately composed jazz-rock ever made. Take a cue from them; Steely Dan needs to become a family tradition like Arbor Day, voting Democrat and swim lessons.















