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May 062012
 

Sounds of the Hall in roughly 33 1/3 minutes!

This week’s special guest edition of Saturday Night Shut-In comes to you from Hrrundivbakshi!

Hey, guys and gals — I come before you once again (a bit tardy — sorry about that) with a fine assortment of scratchy vinyl, culled from the dustbins, thrift stores and flea markets of our nation’s capitol. Well, almost. The music you’ll hear in this episode was actually found in West Virginia — but it’s all good, and it’s all here. Free of charge, as always — the pops and clicks cost no extra. Enjoy!

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Apr 242012
 

Mark Stein is the keyboard player from Vanilla Fudge, one of the most irritating bands in the history of Rock music. Vanilla Fudge featured an irritating guitarist, a very irritating bass player, and certainly the most irritating drummer in the history of the universe, Carmine Appice. Yet — somehow — Mark Stein, the keyboardist for Vanilla Fudge, manages to be more irritating than all of them put together.

I admit, I may have a problem with Mark Stein — but seriously, what is not irritating about Mark Stein? His stage garb is irritating — oversized brass medallions under freaky dashikis. Bellbottoms and Cuban heel boots — normally pretty cool fashion items — on Mark Stein, they just make me want to punch him in the nose. His hair isn’t cool — it’s a sort of modified bowl cut that neither impresses with its shag factor, nor interests for any purposeful lack of hippy hair integrity. It’s fake, like everything else about Mark Stein. Fake hair, Mark Stein. Fake clothes, Mark Stein. Fake Look, Mark Stein.

Mark Stein, will you please stop swivelling on your ass at every offbeat in every song you perform? Will you please stop doing that Mark Stein arm wave thing — like you’re pretending to conduct some invisible 300-piece rock orchestra? You do realize you’re just conducting Vanilla Fudge, right? Mark Stein, are you listening to me? Are you high, Mark Stein? I doubt it. You’re just acting like you’re high, aren’t you, Mark Stein? Stop acting, Mark Stein. Stop acting.

Please just stop singing, Mark Stein. The way you lean into the microphone is really, really irritating. The way you bellow is irritating, too, Mark Stein. Please stop, Mark Stein. Please just stop. You are very, very irritating.

HVB

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Apr 212012
 

Fresno Rock City

Looking to finally place a gleaming RTH No-Prize on your virtual mantle? Then join us in a RTH Scavenger Hunt, where we scour the dusty nooks and crannies of the Internet to find the most wondrous examples of all kinds of weird rock-related ephemera.

Today, we’ll be looking for compelling photos of rock tribute bands. The criteria for winning entries are too complex to begin describing here. Let’s just say the judges need to have their eyeballs singed by the incredible photographic awesomeness you discover. Multiple No-Prizes may be awarded, so keep those URLs (no more than 2 per post, please) pouring in!

I look forward to your responses.

HVB

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Mar 292012
 

Name the owner of these famous rock boobs for extra credit

Somebody pointed me in the direction of this fascinating web page yesterday:

http://www.fleshmap.com/listen/music.html

It purports to show, in graphic detail, what body parts are most often celebrated through song, across a wide range of musical genres. Some of the preferred parts will come as no surprise (I bet you can guess what part is most often name-checked in a typical hip-hop number). But I was quite surprised to find no apparent love for breasts. You know, knockers. Gazongas. Jugs. Jubblies. Etcetera.

That got me thinking about songs that actually refer to boobs… and, other than ZZ Top‘s single-entendre masterpiece “Pearl Necklace” (which never really mentions boobs directly) I came up pretty empty. Can you think of any?

I look forward to your responses.

HVB

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Mar 072012
 

Fellow Townspeople, I come before you again with an aching pain deep in my soul, and I fear I am in desperate need of rock counseling. My problem is a simple one: for the last 24 hours, I have not been able to get Boston‘s “Don’t Look Back” out of my head. My question is why?

I have no serious regrets about lost youthful opportunities, I don’t “see myself in a brand new way” except in a normal, healthy, grown-up fashion. I don’t envy Sib Hashian his astonishing, rock hair category-winning giant Afro. So why? Why is this song stuck in my head?

Clearly, I need your help, people. And so I say, with more earnest longing than I might otherwise mean:

I look forward to your responses.

HVB

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Mar 052012
 

Charmin of the Board!

A (long) while ago, we amused ourselves by applying the punny principle behind America’s most beloved free-with-inedible-bubblegum stickers — the “Wacky Packages” of years gone by — to rock band names. To my mind, this was a delightful waste of time — so much so that I’m calling out Mockcarr, Alexmagic, and all our finest punsters to contemplate Wacky-Packed versions of our favorite artists, albums and songs in the soul music canon. I’ll start with a famous soulful song of the ’60s:

  • “Schlock of the Bay”

I look forward to your responses.

HVB

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