The Talking Heads released “Take Me To The River” 35 years ago. Enjoy this early '80s TV performance of that epochal Al Green cover...
Depending on where you find yourself reading this, it may very well feel like "Fall" outside. And I use those quotations for a reason, as, here, in Los Angeles where I sit typing, it was a balmy 75 degrees today. As a non LA native, who grew up accustomed to four distinct seasons, I still catch myself on days like today having to consciously think about what season, what month, we are presently in. And while I'm obviously not alone in this phenomena, it can still be jarring at times. I mention this as, despite 12 years living in southern California, I still think in terms of seasons. And for our purposes, here, this very much includes music.
"Hello Mr. Henkel, this is Harvey Johnson
Can I speak to Penelope Ann?"
That's what happened. Right around seven pm. Long before the Internet, long before social networks, teenagers burned up the telephone lines. It was a rite of passage, before we started our homework, we dialed in to catch up on our day.
But first you had to get through the parents.
Everybody didn't have his or her own phone, calls were expensive! Instead a household shared one line, sometimes only one telephone, and therefore endless arguments ensued. That's a cry you'd hear throughout America...CAN YOU GET OFF THE PHONE??!!
Rhino wishes a very happy birthday to Mags Furuholmen of Norwegian hitmakers a-ha! He's “Hunting High And Low” in this video:
On this day in 1967, Iggy and The Stooges made their live debut together in Michigan for Halloween. Always a spectacle, here they are live:
Every Tuesday and Thursday, former Warner Bros. Records executive and industry insider Stan Cornyn ruminates on the past, present, and future of the music business.
Seymour Stein, the talent-eager executive who’d run his Sire Records label alongside Warner Bros. Records for what seemed like decades, was bedded down in a NY hospital this week in ‘81. Heart surgery recovery. Knock-knock on the door.
In came one of his young Sire fellows who were hired to be out in the clubs, night after night ‘til 2 in the morning, hunting new talent. The fellow, Michael Rosenblatt, brought Seymour a tape he’d been given the night before by the Danceteria Club’s disco re-mixer/DJ, Mark Kamins.
Kamins had made the demo for a single-named young singer with evolving hair colors. She and her boyfriend, drummer Stephen Bray, had formed a band named Emmy. Off nights, she hung out at Danceteria, hoping for some break for a career. There, her tape was handed from Kamins to Michael Rosenblatt. Kamins suggested Rosenblatt set up a meeting between Seymour Stein and this girl.
On the tape box was the singer’s name: Madonna Ciccone (chi-KOH-nay).