Why not an All-Star Jam featuring The Jam? Feel free to comment on this documentary, or share whatever’s on your mind.
Miserable old farts of Rock Town Hall, in today’s Last Man Standing I want to test our collective ability to identify the friends of Sleater-Kinney appearing in their sing-along video for “No Cities to Love,” the title track from the magically reunited (and as powerful as ever) band. Here’s the deal:
- As with any Last Man Standing, please limit yourself to one entry per post. In other words, DON’T BOGART THIS THREAD.
- Please don’t cheat. You’ve been known for your honesty and integrity in these Last Man Standing competitions over the years; this is a sterling opportunity to show the world that you have maintained those high standards.
- Feel free to add commentary regarding the Friend of S-K you have identified, including your thoughts on his or her performance, their own body of work, or something as petty as the individual’s Look.
I look forward to you helping me identify the few Friends of S-K I’m unable to identify. First Townsperson to inspire the return of Alexmagic gets a special prize.
HVB, 2000 Man, and other ass-kickers in the Halls of Rock: Game On!
If anyone can direct me to a Billy Thorpe & the Aztecs collection, or better yet a collection of late-’60s and early-’70s Aussie rock, I’m all ears. I’ve got tons of Easybeats stuff, and enough late-’70s/early-’80s Aussie and Kiwi rock for my tastes. I want more of this MANLY ROCK that never made it to our shores, in some cases for good reason. Thanks.
My holiday break was fantastic! If yours was even half as good, I’m sure you feel the same. I hope so, but really: my break was even better. Up front we knocked out our holiday stuff, spent quality time with family, then had a couple of days of doing almost nothing before closing out the holiday break with quality time with friends. I got a lot done during the days of doing almost nothing, including tearing through a cool new Beatles/Beach Boys book, entitled Manson. There was a brief interruption of my holiday break, when I had to return to work on Friday, January 2, but before I knew it the weekend was here. I spent the final fews hours of my holiday break catching up on a bunch of rock docs I’d saved in my Netflix queue for months:
- Big Star: Nothing Can Hurt Me
- Ain’t in it for My Health: A Film About Levon Helm
- Twenty Feet From Stardom
My impressions follow. I’m curious to know what recent rock docs you’ve watched that you’d recommend (or not).