Hi folks, it's been awhile since I've run Bonus Video Friday, and this will be the only one in December (maybe). I wanted to run it because it's a great, great song and because it's only ever had 259 views on YouTube, which borders on the criminal. I used to see Scruffy The Cat on my 1980's Boston excursions (see blog entry Flying To Boston To See The Rock & Roll, January 13th, 2012) and they were always superiorly clever AND rocking.
(By the way, if anybody's interested in Christmas rock & roll videos, my favorites ran in Growing Old With Rock & Roll last December 1st, 4th, 11th, 13th, 19th, and 24th. Check 'em out.)
inspirational verse; "Sometimes you treat me like apple pie / Sometimes I think you wanna see me cry / I just don't know what's the matter with you / I wish I knew, I wish I knew, I wish I knew" - Charlie Chesterman, 1986
(And exactly how many rock & roll songs pack as many hooks AND a William Blake
reference into 2 minutes and 31 seconds as this snappy little number?)
(This blog is partially reprinted from one of the very first entries I posted - January 13th, 2012 -
accompanying a video by The Neighborhoods, but the text fit so well with today's selection I decided
I couldn't really improve on it. I'm not running out of material, I just thought it was a good fit.)
I have this matchbook.
It’s from the Terrace Motel, 1650 Commonwealth Avenue in Boston, Massachusetts. I used to stay at that motel on weekends all through the early 1980’s when I worked at Ross Laboratories in Columbus, Ohio. Ross Laboratories was simultaneously the highest-paying AND easiest job I ever had. It was so high-paying I used to fly to Boston on weekends just to see bands. (Plus I'd just gotten divorced somewhere right along in there, so I had a LOT of free time on my hands.) I’d leave my stockroom job on Friday afternoon, go directly to Port Columbus, fly into Logan Airport in Boston, grab the Red Line subway, transfer to the Green Line, and settle in at the Terrace Motel, my home away from home. (In retrospect I find that extravagance and sense of motivation amazing. Nowadays I sometimes find it INCREDIBLY difficult to get myself off the couch to see bands at clubs as close as six miles away. Sometimes I hate growing old with rock & roll.)
But I digress, let me repeat; I USED TO FLY TO BOSTON ON WEEKENDS JUST TO SEE BANDS! Fortunately, during that time an airline called People’s Express had one-way fares to Boston for $38. YOU COULD FLY ROUND-TRIP TO BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, FOR $76. ON THE WEEKEND! Life was good. Admittedly it wasn’t exactly luxury travel, more like Greyhound if buses could fly. (People's Express didn't even have chairs in their boarding area, you just had to sit on the floor or lean against the wall. Even Greyhound has chairs in their terminals, though you might not necessarily want to actually SIT on them.) One Friday night, and I swear to God I am not joking or making this up, a gentleman of middle-eastern persuasion tried to bring a live chicken on the plane. After much animated discussion (not very much of which was conducted in English) he was dissuaded. He left the waiting area, went out to the parking garage for about two minutes, returned sans chicken and boarded the flight. I don’t know to this day what happened to that animal and I don’t want to know.
Anyway, this was one of the bands I saw on one of those weekend trips, and have never forgotten.....
inspirational verse; "There's a girl left all alone / So I let my spirit roam /
Knowing I'll always be in her heart / 'Cause I loved her" - Peter Dayton, 1981
It's been awhile since I've regaled readers & fans of Growing Old With Rock & Roll with tales of my devotion to Boston's finest sons, The Neighborhoods (see blog entry The Neighborhoods - Bonus Video Friday, January 13th, 2012, among others), so let's commence. But first, a few word about computers and the internet.....
I'm not a computer guy. At all. In the least. In fact, it's a minor miracle I've managed to keep this blog going for as long as I have considering my lack of computer skills and/or knowledge. Without the assistance and support of my lovely wife Debbie - my I.T. department, my editor, often my inspiration - Growing Old With Rock & Roll would not still be a viable entity. (Also, special thanks to Will Kenworthy for setting all of this up for me, so all I have to do is type.)
I blame computers for a lot of things - for the marked lack of human interaction that has taken place since people pour more & more of their energy into staring at their Smartphones than they do into their lover's eyes; for the fact that children spend a lot more of their time indoors being lulled and/or over-energized by video games than they do outside playing in sunlight; for the decline in audience at rock & roll gigs as increasing numbers of people (young & old alike) prefer their music delivered by I-Tunes or YouTube more than they do by living, breathing musicians at a gig - because I'm old, so desperately old, so hopelessly old, and that's the way I'm wired.
At the same time, I must admit there are times in my existence that the internet has come in pretty handy. So let me tell you about The Best Present I Ever Got From A Computer; access to The Neighborhoods Universe. One warm Saturday night in 2006, Debbie and my good friend & fellow music aficionado Kyle Garabadian went to see Kenny Loggins appear with our local Columbus Symphony at the Orchestra's annual summer Picnic With The Pops series. (You might have something like it in your town.)
Not being the world's biggest "Footloose" fan, I stayed home, downed a couple of Bailey's Irish Creams and bleerily played on the computer. Debbie had just recently showed me how to use search engines and check out websites. (Yeah, this was happening in 2006, people, I TOLD you how computer-backward I am). While I was playing around I happened onto the fan-launched Neighborhoods site www.thehoodsonline.com, which still exists, but I don't think has been updated in quite some time. (It's still really cool, though, a bunch of REALLY great Neighborhoods back-in-the-day pics, circa 1979-2005.)
Anyway, that site led me to a host of other finds: YouTube videos of The 'Hoods from 1979, 1982 and onwards; tape traders who had literally dozens of live 'Hoods sets from 1979 right up through their "Last Rat" show in 1992 (which wouldn't see official release until 2010). Two of those traders - Vic from Michigan and Mike from Tennessee - I consider friends to this day for the CD's they've provided to me over the years. Thank you, gentlemen, from the bottom of my rock & roll heart.
See, here's the deal, it just WAS NOT EASY to come up with Neighborhoods-related material in Ohio in the 21st century. The 'Hoods were not exactly a household name out here in the hinterlands of the Great Midwest. I had the Ace Of Hearts "Prettiest Girl" b/w "No Place Like Home" single and the Fire Is Coming, "...the high hard one..." and Reptile Men triptych of LP's that I bought on rock & roll vacations in the 1980's (see blog entry Fighting With Ric Ocasek, February 2012) but that was about it. (Okay, I also had that Brad Whitford-produced CD from the 90's, but I think we may all agree the less said about that the better.)
By 2006 it had been 19 YEARS since I had heard a new (old) Neighborhoods song. And a lot of what 'Hoods chronicler Eric Van (easily my favorite Boston rock writer of the 1980's, see below) detailed as David Minehan's finest songwriting moments - "Mr. Reeves," "The Patriot," "Innocence Lost," "Electricity," "Fools," "I Am The Witness," "Cultured Pearls" - I had never heard AT ALL. So when the live tapes began rolling into my mailbox with all of those tunes and many, many more ("Monday Morning," "Flavors," "One Day Older," "You Can't Go Home," "We Don't Do The Limbo") I was in Seventh Rock & Roll Heaven, my friends.
Later, while I was a roadie for Hamell On Trial, I was lucky enough to make the acquaintance of Mr. Eric Law - Boston rock & roll bon vivant, raconteur and personal friend of David Minehan - who further filled in some Neighborhoods gaps for me. (Eric, I love ya.) (By the way, readers, I've still never been able to track down a live set from the short-lived 1982 Tim Green bass-playing period of The 'Hoods. Hint, Hint.)
So is this the point in the blog where I'm going to start making extravagant claims regarding The Neighborhoods? Claims like - 1) The Neighborhoods are the Best Band Ever Out of Boston (keeping in mind the likes of The Remains, Willie Alexander & the Boom Boom Band, The Real Kids, The Cars and 'Til Tuesday). Yes, I am. 2) The Neighborhoods were the Best Band of the 1980's (keeping in mind The Replacements, REM, and Prince & The Revolution). Maybe, but Prince might have just edged them. (And I think we need to keep in mind, no less a rock & roll genius than Paul Westerberg had the good sense to hire David Minehan as his lead guitarist & onstage foil in his first post-Replacements touring band. See blog entry The Paul Westerberg Band, April 2012.) (Am I stating in print that The Neighborhoods were a better live band than The Replacements? I saw both bands more than five times each. Yes, I am saying The Neighborhoods were better live, but that Westerberg MAYBE had better songs, if he just could have kept his band somewhat sober enough to do justice to them onstage.)
I owe all of this to you, my cybernetic internet friends, most of whom I will never meet face to face. (Excepting Vic from Ann Arbor, with whom I got to have lunch once during a Hamell tour stop years ago.) To all of you; my sincerest, humblest and most heartfelt rock & roll thanks.
inspirational verse; "It's obvious / Your intelligence / Has been insulted far too long."
- from "Cultured Pearls," David Minehan, 1981
(Two things I fully realize today in December 2018: 1) This video does not contain The Neighborhoods song "Cultured Pearls." 2) When I first penned this blog entry back in 2013, there WAS a video of "Cultured Pearls" attached that apparently has since been deleted from YouTube. I looked through a lot of 'Hoods videos and decided THIS ONE was the best replacement. - Ricki C. / December 19th, 2018. p.s. "Cultured Pearls" IS in this video: 'Hoods / Live @ the Blue Wall, 1982.)
