
Here Comes Santa’s Pussy. The Frogs. 1995.

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Past offender Jon Bon Jovi takes his girls out for a sleigh ride. 1990.
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Scrooge’s Rock ‘N’ Roll Christmas. Various Artists. 1984.
This is the soundtrack to a television special/home video release called Scrooge’s Rock ‘N’ Roll Christmas starring rock and roll has-beens from the 1960s and 70s like The Association, Paul Revere & The Raiders and Three Dog Night and whoever else needed the work (all of whom I would have assumed had fallen further than this by then).
Throughout his fifty-one year acting career Western heavy Jack Elam had worked with a number of top-drawer directors including Fritz Lang, King Vidor and Sergio Leone, but here he finds himself directed here by a Lou Tedesco, some guy whose other professional credits included some games shows or something (I don’t know what the hell most of those things listed are). Elam gives new meaning to the phrase “phoning it in” with his turn as the titular character in the show’s framing device which sees Scrooge peering into a magical snow globe that contains the various musical acts performing Christmas songs in very soft rock arrangements. Elam’s Scrooge is prompted along by a cheerful soap actress and if there’s a story at all it’s that Scrooge rightfully doesn’t care for any of the songs or performers until he has a Citizen Kane-referencing breakthrough mid-way through which allows him to at least half enjoy the remaining numbers.
This is the sort of production where the biggest musical star on hand is undoubtably Mike Love who gets to lip sync his way through 3 songs wearing 2 different styles of winter hat. That Mike pets a lamb throughout his first performance seems to be an unintentional homage to the cover of Pet Sounds. It’s all pretty poor quality stuff that can be viewed in its entirety on dailymotion if you have an hour to waste. I’d recommend it.
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Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols. Sex Pistols. 1977.
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Sitar master and long-term George Harrison collaborator Ravi Shankar, who brought “world music” to the 1960s rock festival circuit, died yesterday at age 92. Here’s an obit.

In India. Photo by George Harrison. 1966.

Ravi goes Hollywood: with Peter Sellers and George Harrison during the Dark Horse Tour. 1974.
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Take Five 45. The Dave Brubeck Quartet, whose leader died yesterday a day before what would have been his ninety-second birthday. 1959.
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We’re starting a new occasional feature today wherein guest writers contribute appreciations of Paul McCartney’s second, less loved band, Wings. First up, Jess Rotter on the song Wild Life from Wings’ first album.

Wings – “Wild Life” by Jess Rotter
“You’re moving so fast, but baby you know not where..”
Ahh the half-glassed glory of 1971’s “Wild Life” – the last song (track 4) on side one of Wing’s Wild Life record questioning, essentially, just what the hell happened? While people argued the lighter direction of this record to be a bit of a burn, that is not to be said about this whopper title ballad which has been a repeat staple of Rotter corner for years. It’s the great blues-filled shoulder shrug riff that transports you to the end of a seedy bar while the gorgeous starlit chorus soars around the room; almost as if the full Muppet cast is singing around you “Benny and the Jets” style. But besides the puppet glimpses, “Wild Life” can be super gutting. It wasn’t until my late 20’s when my dad’s copy of this record began to surface/hit home so hard like a cliff hanger..a ponder jam: what comes next…? As Paul says: “What’s gonna happen to?”
I have written about this song many times through the years on my Rotter and Friends blog – it’s a sincere personal totem and has provided many a booze-filled soundtrack to my artwork and heartbreaks. Here’s hoping…it inspires you too.

NYC-based master of poppy psyche scribble Jess Rotter paints and draws
trippy worlds that have been exhibited in galleries and boutiques in
New York City, Los Angeles, Marfa, and Tokyo. Her whimsical,
hand-drawn illustrations have appeared on album + book covers, wood
burns, stickers, and limited edition musical T-shirt label, Rotter and
Friends (www.rotterandfriends.com).
www.jessrotter.com
instagram: @rotterandfriends

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Straight Up. Badfinger. 1971.
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