Paradise of Bachelors to reissue Terry Allen’s classics, Juarez and Lubbock (On Everything)!

I prefer to view Terry Allen’s 1975 debut, Juarez, as more a literary musical tour of the underbelly of border town existence as seen through the intersection of two couples, than, as it is often referred to, a concept album, which in Pop/Rock terms typically denotes varying levels of artistic pretense. In fact Juarez seems so refreshingly free of pretense, as to sucker you into it’s world, much like a particularly well storied drunk at a cheap bar might, and you don’t know if you’re gonna get rolled, arrested, or escape with a new found wisdom by the end of it. Funny thing is, the stories are so compelling that even aware of this you’re in it for the ride, consequences be damned.

It would be four years before Allen issued his 2LP follow, Lubbock (On Everything), and though neither record sold well, those that heard them (among those being Lucinda Williams, Little Feat, Sturgill Simpson, Don Everly, Doug Sahm, Guy Clark, Bobby Bare, Jason Isbell, and David Byrne, with whom he would collaborate on the soundtrack for True Stories ) became disciples, spreading the gospel of Allen’s unique vision. Thank the good folks at Paradise of Bachelors for putting these back in print, where they can only influence songwriting for the better. Also, these reissues look so nice, that even though I’m fortunate enough to own originals, I’ll be picking them up.

From Paradise of Bachelors website promo:

“As described in one of the periodic narrative “dialogue” interludes spoken by Allen, Juarez recounts a deceptively “simple story”: a bleak journey, told in nonlinear terms, from Southern California through Colorado and into the Texas-Mexico borderlands. Like many cross-country road trips, it’s as harrowing as it is humorous, often within the margins of a single song or even an isolated line. The action revolves around two couples and their fateful—or arbitrary—murderous meeting in Cortez, Colorado. Sailor, on leave from the Navy, meets Spanish Alice, a prostitute, in a Tijuana bar; they get married and honeymoon in a mountain trailer park in Cortez. Meanwhile, on a crime spree detour, pachuco antihero Jabo and the witchy “rock-writer” Chic Blundie drive North from L.A. to Cortez on their way South to Jabo’s hometown of Ciudad Juarez (until recently the homicide capital of the world). Only one couple emerges from the bloody trailer, escaping across the New Mexican desert to Juarez, where they part, assuming (or absorbing?) new identities.”

Terry Allen: Juarez (PoB-26)




Song of The Day: Jefferson Airplane – Today

R.I.P. Paul Kantner, the driving force behind Jefferson Airplane/Jefferson Starship, bands who, to this day, have not really received their due as radical innovators of revolutionary Rock, well beyond their fame as hippie hitmakers; a transition in which Kantner (and Grace Slick) was the driving force (and Hugo Award nominee!).

Today is a Balin/Kantner composition, featuring Jerry Garcia on the plaintive guitar melody, that has only become more popular and recognized over the years. Saxophonist Tom Scott’s version was a beat digger staple before Pete Rock and CL Smooth sampled it for the basis of their 1992 single They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.), which has become an acknowledged classic of the Golden Age of Hip-Hop. Funny that one of my favorite sixties ballads, would also lead to one of my favorite Hip-Hop jams. More recently, Experimental collective, Ulver have paid tribute to the song with a beautiful cover, securing the song’s legacy with a new generation.


$25 today only at Light In The Attic: Lee Hazlewood 11 (!) 7″ box set, You Turned My Head Around: Lee Hazlewood Industries 1967-1970

Save $19 on Light In The Attic’s collection of LHI Records singles, featuring Lee Hazlewood produced rarities from The Kitchen Cinq, Honey Ltd, Hamilton Streetcar, Ann Margret, 2 Lee 45s, and more. A helluva deal for the Hazlewood fan.

Des Chansons Du Jour: Anna Marly – Les Chant Des Partisans, and Leonard Cohen – The Partisan

There is a terrifying irony in the misappropriation of these lyrics, but make no mistake, France is not Nazi Germany, and these murderers are no heroes.

Watch the trailer for a forthcoming biopic on Daniel Johnston, produced by Lana Del Ray and Mac Miller

A very different take than 2005’s fantastic, The Devil and Daniel Johnston documentary, this film seeks to take the viewer inside Daniel Johnston’s unique mind. Del Ray not only receives a production credit, but contributes a cover of Johnston’s Some Things Last A Long Time.

Remember that time the Holy Modal Rounders appeared on Rowan and Martin’s Laugh In?

Well, neither do I, but here it is. Happy birthday, Peter Stampfel. Featuring fellow part-time Fug Steve Weber, playwright Sam Sheppard, and Ruth Buzzi being Ruth Buzzi.

Song of The Day, two ways: Cod’ine – Matthew Moore Plus Four, and Buffy Sainte Marie

A Buffy Sainte Marie original, that became a favorite cover of Folkies and Rockers of the day including Donovan, Janis Joplin, Gram Parsons, Quicksilver Messenger Service, The Charlatans and this powerful Garage Punker from the Matthew Moore Plus Four. One of the most moving anti-drug songs, to this day.

Here’s Buffy performing it at the 1963 Newport Folk Festival, with her voice really ringing out in fine form.

And my belly is craving,
I got a shakin’ in my head,
Feel like I’m dyin’ and I wish I was dead.
If I lived till tomorrow that’ll be a long time,
But I’ll reel and I’ll fall and rise on cod’ine
And it’s real, and it’s real, one more time.

Well, when I was a young girl I learned not to care
About whiskey and from it I often did swear.
My mother and father said whiskey is a curse,
But the fate of their baby is a many times worse,
And it’s real, and it’s real, one more time.

Stay away from the cities, stay away from the towns,
Stay away from the men pushin’ the cod’ine around.
Stay away from the stores where the remedy is fine,
For better your pain than be caught on cod’ine,
And it’s real, and it’s real, one more time.

You’ll forget you’re a woman, you’ll forget about men,
Try it just once, and you’ll try it again.
You’ll forget about life, you’ll forget about time,
And you’ll live off your days as a slave to cod’ine.
And it’s real, and it’s real, one more time.

But if I die tomorrow, still one thing I’ve done,
I’d heeded the warning that I got when I was young.
My one satisfaction it comes when I think
That I’m living my life without bendin’ to drink
And it’s real, and it’s real, one more time.

And my belly is craving, I got a shaking in my head
I feel like I’m dyin’ and I wish I was dead.
If I live till tomorrow that’ll be a long time,
For I’ll reel and I’ll fall and I’ll die on cod’ine,
And it’s real, and it’s real, one more time.