
mp3: Johnny And The Hurricanes - Sheba Around a month ago, I posted a real rockin' Johnny And The Hurricanes instrumental, but today's selection sounds more exotic in style. I've read that some of Dick Dale's surf monsters were influenced by his Middle Eastern heritage, but I haven't figure out what the basis of Sheba is. The songwriting credits include pseudonyms for the band's managers, which isn't much help. I could be way off, and perhaps this tune just popped into a band member's head one lazy afternoon, but it's not [...]

mp3: Johnny And The Hurricanes - Crossfire Led by the tenor sax playing Johnny Paris, Johnny and the Hurricanes were the one of the quintessential rockin' instrumental bands. Today I'm posting their debut hit single from 1959, Crossfire, recorded in a cinema for extra echo. It was first released on Twirl records and then later on Warwick, both out of Detroit. During the early sixties, the group performed a number of times at the Star-Club in Hamburg, Germany. On occasion they were supported by the Beatles, which, without taking absolutely anything away from [...]

Bell Sound Recording, New York Not to be confused with Bell Sound in L.A., Bell Sound Recording in New York was operated on West 54th Street from the late 1950's until 1976. Max Crook, who participated in the recording of Del Shannon's Runaway tells his story on the D el Shannon website plus there was a story about the session recently in Mix Magazine . Modest by today's standards (with walls covered by standard issue white acoustical tile and [...]
David Bowie - Bombers John Cale - My Maria Brian Eno - The Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch Violent Femmes - Blister In The Sun Trader Horne - The Mixed Up Kind Yo La Tengo - Here Comes My Baby Paul Simon - Graceland The Clash - Straight To Hell Roxy Music - 2HB Talking Heads - Sax And Violins Malcolm [...]
1960 The Revels, Church Key. The Gamblers, Moon Dawg. Johnny and the Hurricanes, Beatnik Fly. The Ramrods, (Ghost) Riders In the Sky. The Ramrods, Zig Zag. The Fireballs, Bulldog. The Ventures, Walk Don't Run. Down with lead singers! Down with their cults of personality, their second lives as dream dressing and t-shirt logos, their shameless wish to be a mirror for our crudest, most desperate