Five Bands Vol. 4 - Lost Gems of the 1980's

I know a lot of you who read this only know me from my Southern California blog posts or have come by to visit because of my book The Wash (available at Amazon... shameless plug complete).  You may not know that for years, I wrote about music and movies mostly, first on my now defunct website musicmisfits.com and later on sites like DVDinmypants.com and Gapingmediahole.com.  

Music is and probably always will be my first love and it really became my obsession during the 1980's.  I was at just the right age to begin discovering classic bands like The Who and The Rolling Stones through my older cousins.  At the same time, MTV hit the airwaves introducing me to bands like Rush, Styx and Motorhead.  I wasn't just a metalhead though.  I was just as likely to get fixated on a band like The Thompson Twins or an artist like Cyndi Lauper as I was to delving into the back catalog of Iron Maiden. It wasn't about the look of the band.  It was about whether the song caught my ear and so I would walk around singing some very, very uncool songs sometimes.

The thing about early MTV was that there were artists who appeared with one catchy song that was an instant hit on the channel.  Then they would disappear and you'd never hear from them again.  For this Five Bands post, I'm going to attempt to dig some up.  You can hate me for it later once these are stuck in your head and won't let go.

The Salt In My Tears - Martin Briley

As I remember it, this was a huge hit on MTV.  I know there were a few weeks where you could not get away from this video.  Knowing what we do now about how songs were picked to get played, someone paid a lot of money to try to make this guy popular but other than this song, he never caught on.  It's still one of my favorites to pull out on an 80's playlist though.

 
She Sheila - The Producers

This one has a chorus that sticks in my head for days!  The Producer's biggest hit was "What's He Got?" which anyone who has ever listened to an 80's nostalgia station has heard at some point.  Personally, I like this song better.  Plus the video is fantastic on its own!  Check out the sleeveless muscle shirts, spiked hair and wait... are those pink sweat pants??

I Wonder If I Take You Home - Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam with Full Force

This song was all over the radio in my senior year of high school.  I'm not really including it here because she was a one-hit wonder.  She wasn't.  It was the first of a string of hits for Lisa Lisa. I'm including it for a few really dated and fun reasons.  First, it's a song about not having sex.  Even though the lyrics to this are about waiting until you get to know someone better, nothing says 1980's AIDS scare like a song about not having sex.  Second, the name of the band is even longer than the name of the song.  Finally, check out that video.  Hot pink!  Jheri Curl! Spiked hair!  Plus despite the dated electronic drumming, this song has a chorus that will stick in your skull.  Listen at your own risk.

Modern Day Delilah - Van Stephenson

Here's another one of those artists that somebody was pushing like crazy but ultimately only had one hit that I know of.  He's got the hair, the sunglasses (that you know he wore "at night") and the clothes but something just didn't click.  However the song itself is a quintessential 80's rock song.  It's got all the hallmarks of the kind of thing you'd hear on the car stereo in an episode of Stranger Things.

Change - John Waite

John Waite was not a one hit wonder.  The guy had huge hits with his band The Babys before going out on his own.  He had a mega-smash with the song "Missing You" which pretty much ruled the charts the year it was released.  Later on, he formed a supergroup of sorts called Bad English with a couple of the guys from Journey and scored even more hits.  This song kind of gets lost in the shuffle though.  It's probably my favorite song of his and I only rediscovered it when it was played in Trader Joe's while I was grocery shopping.  Now it's in regular rotation.


Had enough of the 80's?  Why not read a horror novel set in the 2010's?  My book The Wash is available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.  Give it a try!

Happy New Year!!

I doubt anyone's checking this today but if so, WHY?  You should be either so hungover that the act of reading physically hurts, or you should be gearing up for some fantastic college football games!

My Dawgs will take the field a mere hour and a half from me but I'm not forking over $500 per ticket to see them play in person.  I'd rather spend a fraction of that and watch them at my house or my local watering hole with my family.  

Here's to 2017, a year that was a lot of fun in a ton of different ways and here's to a fantastic 2018 for all of you and your families.  

Happy New Year everybody!

Southern California Vol. 7 - The Griffith Observatory

Last week, I told you about the curse of Griffith Park and if you haven't read that post, you should.  It's a pretty fascinating story and much of it is documented fact.  However, I want to get away from the sordid and eerie side of Griffith Park in this post and talk about something that I consider one of L.A.'s absolute wonders: The Griffith Observatory.

I've been to it countless times but my favorite was in the fall about eight years ago.  We just happened to be there on a perfectly clear night and all around the grounds of the observatory there were people who had set up their own telescopes.  As we were walking up to the doors of the observatory, one man pulled us aside and asked us if we wanted to see Saturn.  

Hell yes, we wanted to see Saturn!

As I looked into the eye piece, he began telling us about what prompted Griffith J. Griffith to fund the construction of a public observatory and it turns out that we were looking right at it.

Griffith had visited the Mt. Wilson Observatory and was given a chance to look through the telescope at Saturn.  For the first time in his life, he could see its rings himself, just as I was doing.  It blew his freaking mind!  He's quoted as saying, "If all mankind could look through that telescope it would revolutionize the world!"

 

In particular, he was speaking about the vastness of space and the fact that we are just one small speck in the midst of all of it.  I can tell you from personal experience, looking through a powerful telescope and seeing those distant stars and planets definitely does something to ground a person. Suddenly all that political in-fighting doesn't seem too important, you know?

So Griffith established a trust fund in order to build an observatory on his land in what is now Griffith Park.  He said that it should house both solar and lunar telescopes, a scientific theater and a "Hall of Science" or museum.  More importantly, he mandated that it should be 100% free and open to the public.

To this day, that still amazes me and when you take a trip to visit Griffith Observatory it will amaze you also.  The building is absolutely gorgeous from the murals on the ceiling to the architecture itself it's a wonder. It also houses some pretty great exhibits including:

A Foucault's Pendulum 

A Tesla Coil (which is bitchin' to watch in action)

And my favorite area the hall of the planets.  In the picture above you'll see there are nine stations where people are standing.  Each one represents a different planet and when you walk up to it, the screen in front of you tells you what you would weigh if you were standing on the planet's surface.  You can make believe you don't weigh as much as you actually do.

The observatory also sits right next to the Hollywood sign so if you're looking to get a good photo of it, you can do so easily.  If you're in the L.A. area and have never visited, you really should.

That's it for this week.  Nothing weird about this one.  I just love the place and want to share it.

If you're still looking for something weird though, head over to Amazon and pick up one of my short stories or my book The Wash.  They should satisfy your craving.

See you next time!

Merry Christmas!

No post today other than to say Merry Christmas to all of you.  If you don't celebrate Christmas, then I wish you a happy holiday season and hope nothing but the best for you in the new year.  

Upcoming Southern California posts will include a trip out to the remains of the old L.A. zoo, but first my daughter and I have to trek out there and take a few pictures.  

See you soon!

Cary's Year End 2017 Music List

I know I'm going to lose some of you right off the bat with this post.  If you don't read any further than this, then let me just say that my favorite album of the year was released in 2011 and I only just heard it for the first time in August.

Nicole Atkins - Mondo Amore

I've played the absolute shit out of this one.  Her new album Goodnight Rhonda Lee is also fantastic.  Do yourself a favor and give it a listen.  

You can find it (and samples of all the others on this list) on YouTube if you're interested in taking a commitment-free listen.

For those of you in for the long haul, on to the real post:

When it comes to music, books and movies, my favorite time of year is probably the end of December.  It's a time when everyone begins publishing their "Best Of" lists in every genre and that means I spend the next month or two catching up on things I've missed.  Those of you who know me, know that I'm an addict when it comes to new music.  Something climbed into my bloodstream at the age of twelve and it's never released its grip (and to be fair, I've never honestly tried to kick it).

So with that in mind, here's my own list of what grabbed my ears in 2017.  I'm only listing a few in each genre because otherwise this would get way too long.  Also, you'll see some genres not represented because I didn't discover anything new that I loved (Blues and Jazz... I'm looking at you) and one genre is on here that you probably never thought I would ever list (K-pop). 

Here we go!

Americana/Country

 

There's more great music coming out of the Americana genre than any other right now and it's without a doubt more "country" than what passes for country these days.  All three of these are fantastic albums, but Jason Isbell's "If We Were Vampires" is the most achingly beautiful heartbreak of a song I've heard in years.  It's about the sadness and terror of being truly in love.  The guy is a master.

1. Jason Isbell & The 400 Unit – The Nashville Sound
2. Whitney Rose - Rule 62
3. Old 97’s – Graveyard Whistling 

  

Indie/Whatever you want to call it

I'd actually say that The xx's I See You sits in my top three favorite albums of the year. There has not been a week that's gone by where "On Hold" hasn't gotten stuck in my head at some point.  

1. The xx - I See You
2. The War on Drugs - A Deeper Understanding
3. London Grammar - Truth is a Beautiful Thing 

Rock

It's not often that one of your favorite bands of all time comes out with a stunner late in their career.  It's also unheard of that it would literally be the 100th album release by that band's main songwriter, but that's exactly what Robert Pollard did this year with Guided By Voices' August By Cake.  I've had "5 Degrees On The Inside" on heavy rotation since the beginning of summer.

1. Guided By Voices - August By Cake
2. Cheap Trick - We're All Alright!
3. Chuck Berry - Chuck

Metal

I'm not exactly sure where I first came across this new album by Elder.  I'd never heard of them before this year and I'm pretty sure I just stumbled on them, but Reflections of a Floating World is a masterpiece of progressive metal.  The shortest of its six tracks clocks in at over eight and a half minutes so it's not something to put on unless you're ready to commit, but trust me when I say committing is not a bad thing.

1. Elder - Reflections of a Floating World
2. Mastodon - Emperor of Sand
3. Electric Wizard - Wizard Bloody Wizard

K-Pop

I know what you're thinking, but I should tell you now that my 15-year-old daughter listens to k-pop constantly.  I'm too old to get righteously angry over a genre I despise.  Instead, I set my "completely indifferent" ray on stun and blast myself thoroughly in the face until each song is over.  The only one that cut through my defenses was this one.  It's got an insanely catchy whistling melody in part of it.  The song actually sounds like someone wrote three songs and mashed them up, but fortunately two of the three pieces are like ear worms that burrow into your brain.

1.  BlackPink - "Whistle"

New To Me

These are albums I'd never heard before that overtook my iPod at various times this year.  As mentioned above, without a doubt my favorite album discovery of the entire year was Nicole Atkins' Mondo Amore.  There are so many good songs on here with my favorites being "My Baby Don't Lie" and "Vultures".  Please, please, please check her music out.

Also, the only jazz album on any of my lists sits here after I spent a good part of January listening to Miles Davis albums I'd never heard before.  The result was finding an album that I truly loved.  

The third entry comes thanks to an episode of Rick and Morty.  Chaos Chaos' "Do You Feel It?" became a household favorite for a few weeks.

1. Nicole Atkins - Mondo Amore
2. Miles Davis - Sorcerer
3. Chaos Chaos - Committed to the Crime

And in the interest of transparency here's the ten most frequently played songs on my iPod in 2017.  Not sure why Jenny O. placed so high but "Well OK Honey" does seem to get rotated into a bunch of mixes when I'm on random shuffle.  I'm not complaining.

1. Well OK Honey – Jenny O.   (36 plays)
2. Ever South – Drive-By Truckers   (31 plays)
3. Number Thirteen – Red Fang  (31 plays)
4. Do You Feel It – Chaos Chaos  (31 plays)
5. On Hold - The xx  (30 plays) 
6. Same to You – Lydia Loveless  (30 plays)
7. Vultures – Nicole Atkins  (30 plays)
8. 5 Degrees on the Inside – Guided By Voices (30 plays)
9. Beautiful – The Lemonheads  (29 plays)
10. My Baby Don't Lie - Nicole Atkins (29 plays)

Southern California Vol. 6 - The Curse of Griffith Park

Whether they know it or not, almost everybody in the world has seen Griffith Park.  Anyone who has seen a photo of the Hollywood sign is looking right at it.  It's a 3,000 acre piece of mostly wild land smack in the middle of Los Angeles that's iconic for a few reasons.

First, of course, is that famous sign.  You can see it from far away but you can also hike up to places in the park that will give you a view of it from above, behind it and to the side.  I don't believe you can hike right up to it any longer unless you plan to do some breaking and entering and I wouldn't recommend that.

Second of course is the Griffith Observatory.  That is a wonder in itself and I'll do a separate post on it because it truly deserves one.  Third is the fabulous Greek Theater, an outdoor venue that is an awesome place to see your favorite band play. Add to those, the tons of trails and other little odds and ends scattered throughout (including a Disney attraction of sorts) and it's just a special place. 

What a lot of people don't know though is that the land Griffith Park occupies was cursed long before Griffith bought it. In the early 1860's the land was owned by Don Antonio Feliz.  It was part of a total of 8,000 acres that he had established a successful ranch on.  Feliz was a bachelor, but he shared his house and land with his blind niece Petranilla.  As fate would have it, Feliz contracted smallpox and in an effort to spare Petranilla from contracting it, she was sent away while Feliz battled the disease.  

Enter this guy: Don Antonio De Colonel.

While Petranilla was gone, he came by with his lawyer in tow and using Feliz's delirium to his advantage, convinced the man to grant Colonel all the land if Feliz should die.

Of course, that's exactly what happened and when Petranilla returned she found out she had nothing.  Now she may have been blind, but she was no pushover and as she was being kicked off the property, she very loudly and very publicly cursed Don Colonel's entire family.  She also included the lawyer (who she said would die an untimely death) and the judge who ruled against her.  She then said that the whole patch of land would be cursed, and that cattle would fall ill, the ground would stop producing food and even the oaks would die.  The last line literally translates from the original Spanish into "The wrath of heaven and the vengeance of hell shall fall upon this place!"

Petranilla was pissed!  And who can blame her?  I'd be pissed off too!

Now, of course none of this would be worth writing about if the curse didn't actually come true and that's what's interesting.  By all accounts, it did.  

First, the lawyer was shot and killed while celebrating the sale of the land's water rights.  Colonel himself lived for quite a while but saw many in his family suffer miserably as members died of accidents, disease or other tragedies.  When he finally kicked the bucket, his wife remarried but her new husband pulled a fast one of his own and tried to divorce her and take her land.  In the end she lost what money she had to lawyers as she battled him in court.

The land was eventually sold to a man named Baldwin who tried to start a dairy farm there.  His cattle sickened and died.  A plague of grasshoppers wiped out his crops and a series of wildfires burned through and left him up to his eyeballs in mortgage payments.  

This is where Griffith J. Griffith (above) enters the picture.  He'd made a ton of money speculating for gold mines.  Griffith did some good things including funding the building of the observatory and eventually donated the park to the city of Los Angeles, but while it may seem like a grand gesture, truth be told he really wanted to unload the land.

During the time he owned it he'd seen his own ranch ravaged by wildfires and floods.  He was also shot in an attempted murder by a business rival and all the while he was hearing people talk of the curse.  In fact, he very famously refused to visit the property at night.  Even after he gave the land away, the curse stayed with him.  Griffith shot his wife in what was later described as "alcoholic insanity".  This despite Griffith supposedly being a sober man.  He did time in San Quentin before coming back to society completely disgraced.  He died in 1919.

 

Now that the land belongs to L.A., the curse seems to have dissipated, but then again maybe it hasn't.  In 2002, Griffith Park's Chief Ranger was Albert Torres.  He was asked by the L.A. Times about the curse and his response was:

"Frankly I'm not afraid of any make-believe demons as much as I am of some of the living and breathing human monsters who come here.  If you knew even a quarter of the stuff we find within the park's perimeter you'd never set foot in it again.  Animal sacrifices, satanic cults, murders, prostitution... with stuff like that happening on a regular basis it makes a pair of 30-year-old ghosts look like good times."

The 30-year-old ghosts he's referring to belong to a young couple who were killed while making love on a picnic table in 1976.  

A tree fell on them.  

There are a number of jokes I could make about that but I'll leave you all to do it in the comments section.

Speaking of ancient curses, I wrote a book about one. You should check it out. It's called The Wash and you can find it on my Amazon page.

Next time around we'll talk about the Griffith Observatory itself.  See you then!

The Night a Lobster Tried to Kill Me

Those of you who know me personally have probably heard this story.  Either way, in the interest of being jolly and having a good laugh I'll tell it here for those who haven't heard it.  

One of the things that my old dive partner, Donna, and I used to love doing was going hunting for lobster during Southern California's lobster season.  It's something you can't do any longer as they've closed the season in recent years due to over fishing.  There was a time though where on any given night, you could pack up your dive lights, throw your gear in the trunk and go out for a nice long swim in the dark with an option to bring back some extremely fresh dinner.

Now, most Americans think that lobsters are slow.  That's because many of us only see them in tanks at seafood restaurants, however if those same animals are in the open ocean it's a different story.  That tail that everyone loves to eat is actually one giant muscle and when it contracts, a lobster zooms out of sight sometimes faster than you can follow.  If you don't believe me, check out this video showing a lobster swimming away from the clutches of a diver.

Now what you see in that video is exactly what Donna and I used to do.  The whole process of hunting lobsters involves being deceptive and quick.  First you sneak up on it by shining your light away from its eyes but near enough that you can still see what it's doing.  If you shine your lights directly on a lobster around here, nine times out of ten it will bolt right away.  However if it thinks you're looking somewhere else it may stick around.  

Then, once you get close enough to it, you have to very quickly grab it and the trick is you have to pin its tail down so it can't contract that muscle and shoot away.  It takes some practice to get it down but once you do, you find you can catch them almost every time.  When Donna and I would go out, we both had measuring devices on our lights so we could easily grab a lobster, check its size with one hand and then either bag it or let it go with the other.  

That's exactly what we were doing the night a lobster tried to kill me.  See, we were diving off the southern end of Laguna Beach in an area with a lot of small rocks and grass.  It was a good night.  The water was clear and there was a bright moon.  As usual, we had the whole place to ourselves.  As I recall it was December or January so most people were scared away by the cold.  We'd happened on a few lobsters but all of them had been undersized so we released them.  

As we came up on the next patch of grass, Donna spotted one standing stock still and trying not to grab our attention.  She maneuvered close to it and quickly got hold of it.  Once she had it secure, she dropped to her knees on the bottom and got the measuring device on it to check the size.  I had come up to the right of her and let myself settle to the bottom on the sand.  She looked up at me, shook her head "no" to tell me it was too small and then released it as she turned to go look for more. 

As it shot away, it hit me...

directly in the balls. 

The immediate urge to spit out my regulator and scream was thwarted only by my jaw clenching in pain.  Tears came to my eyes.  My stomach clenched up in agony.  Meanwhile, Donna was moving on.  There I was doubled over thirty feet below the surface and she was looking for more lobster.  She hadn't seen any of it.

In the end, I caught up with her and we continued the hunt but came up empty-handed.  Looking back on it all, I can't really do anything but laugh about it.  Score one for little guy, right?  However, I'd kill to see a video of it.  I'm sure it would have been a YouTube sensation.

If you're looking for something that's more fun than being hit in the genitals by a wild animal, you should check out my book The Wash.  In fact, there's a scene where someone gets hit in the nuts with a frying pan.  I know you were wondering how I was going to tie this post back to my book.  I've got mad skills.