
Everyone’s tenth-favorite Canadian (after the members of Rush, the Kids in the Hall, and Sarah Polley) David Lemieux posted this on Twitter today, possibly to depress all of us into suicide about the current state of music. LOOK AT THIS BULLSHIT. Legend after legend, and also the Jefferson Airplane, playing at what was essentially a high school auditorium.
Obviously, the highlight is the Dead’s four-show run that so often gets overlooked in favor of the more famous (and more documented) Veneta Creamery gig, but barring the band you’ve known for all these years, who’s the King Stud? We begin with subtraction.
John Mayall/Albert King It turns out “John Mayall” is not John Mayer spelled wrong; also, John Mayer does not have access to Time Sheath technology so he almost certainly is not playing any gigs in 1972. Someone’s gonna stick up for Albert King, but they shouldn’t because the Blues are boring. Learn a fourth chord, the Blues.
Joe Cocker I couldn’t have seen Joe Cocker live because I would’ve charged the stage and shoved a wallet in his mouth. Stop twitching, Joey the Spaz.
Cat Stevens Dogshit. Don’t you have a hajj to go to, Yusef? Music is haram, infidel.
Jefferson Airplane The single most interesting thing the Jefferson Airplane ever did was the time a swozzled Grace Slick taunted a Hamburg crowd by chanting “WHO WON THE WAR?” at them until Marty Balin tackled her. That’s living theater, man.
Leon Russell This is a tough gig to throw on the scrap pile, but Leon’s dead so he won’t be insulted. (And even when Leon was alive, he wasn’t really aware of what was going on.) He might have made the cut, but he played piano on Monster Mash* and anyone who played piano on Monster Mash gets eliminated. I don’t make the rules.
The Kinks/Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show Maybe if Stevie or Pink Floyd weren’t on the list. Maybe. Did the Davies brothers get into a fistfight onstage at this show? That would change my mind, but the innertubes has no information about said alleged fisticuffs, so that’s a “No” for me, dog.
The Faces/Tower of Power The Faces are the most precisely rated band in Rock history. Not overrated, not underrated; precisely as forgotten as they should be.
So: we’ve narrowed our field down to four competitors but not really because even though I (and Valued Commentator JES) love Humble Pie, they’re just not in the same league as the other three, are they? But Steve Marriott and the boys did cover a familiar tune:
Better than Jerry Band’s version? I don’t know, but it is three hours shorter and I don’t have to picture Smokin’ John Kahn while it’s playing.
OUR FINALISTS:
The Pink Floyd Sound, maaaaaaaaaaaan Is the Floyd cool this year or not? They swing back and forth, according to Important Rock Critics, at least. The Floyd are to music criticism what eggs are to nutritional science. I don’t give a fuck; there’s always room for Animals on my turntable.
(And, yes, I see that they were playing at Winterland instead of the BCT. Stop correcting people.)
What were they playing in 1972, anyway?
It was the Dark Side of the Moon tour. Gonna be tough to beat. You’d have to be some sort of super-funky musical genius.
Stevie Wonder Who is a super-funky musical genius, and 1972 was a strapping year from Little Stevie. Music of My Mind had come out the previous year; Talking Book and its big hit Superstition came out in ’72, and Innervisions was due to be released in ’73. On 12/26/72, he filmed an hourlong special called SOUL! in New York with the same band he had for the BCT show. They were all right.
And then a few weeks later, he appeared on the game show What’s My Line? (I know that doesn’t have anything to do with how rockin’ a gig he would have put on, but it’s fun and I wanted to share it with you even though none of you are helping me with my doobie problem.)
GENE SHALIT! SOUPY!
And, hey, check this out:
Don’t tell me the 70’s weren’t awesome.
But, like Highlanders, there can be only one and since it will annoy Mr. Completely I will choose to use the Time Sheath to go back and catch the only person on this list whose hand I got to shake before they died: George Carlin doing material from the legendary Class Clown album.
So, in closing, I leave you with George’s immortal words: shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits. And tits shouldn’t even be on the list, man.
So glad I correctly called the loser.
Humble Pie doing walk on gilded splinters is pretty wonderful, there are longer audio versions, but this one has video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnI6W3l_1Oo
In NYC in the 90’s you used to be able to call 1 800 Get Weed or something like that and it would be delivered.
Surely there is something like that today?
Some kids in Colorado not afraid to drop a little tupperware container in the mail. Geeze c’mon america.
Awwwwwwwww . . . I was SURE that you were gonna pick the Pie!!!
I’ma go put “Performance Rockin’ the Fillmore” on my iPod Shuffle now for the commute tomorrow, just to make it all better again . . . .
Dude, you know I love the Pie. But over Floyd on the Dark Side tour? I dunno.
I saw Floyd do “The Wall” live at Nassau Coliseum . . . It was a good show with lots of cool (for the time) stage effects but, y’know, Gilmour is the only one of the four of them with any real stage presence and ability to carry a tune . . .
They made some of the very, very best studio albums EVAR though, true dat.
The BBC had banned the record from airplay in 1962 on the grounds that the song was “too morbid”.
Gotta love the BBC.
The “scare the be-gee-zuss out of you” version – give this a listen.
“i’m sure somewhere in the world there’s a bear….”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BXnFxk0QKA
The BCT is in full point of fact a high school auditorium. I went to UC in the early 90s and saw a couple shows there that rank high on my personal list:
-P funk reunion with bootsie. Basically the whole thing was one long psychedelic funk medley. If it was a dead show it was a lot of >>>
-Dylan in a rare crowd pleasing show. Times they are a changing. Masters of war. Blowing in the wind. Packed with old north side hippies who wept with joy through the whole thing before getting back in their volvos with the NPR turned up too loud. I’ll never see Dylan again.