Hunky-Dory II (in case there is another)

If you look up the definition of hunky-dory, that is, if you ever find you need to, it says,
"fine, all right, satisfactory."
So if you're kind of a low-key person that description might indicate a strain of giddyness or something more akin to maybe a wow.
The night before Thanksgiving last at the Eastern Avenue Hall, I had what I thought was a hunky-dory night behind the kit (drummer speak for, well, drums). And if history serves me, and it doesn't always, I'd be willing to bet at least the bass player, Mitchell Wood, and maybe even Jacques, the guitar player/singer with a hat, were feeling the same.
As a potentially muscular, rhythmic nucleus who've played together on and off for over 20 years, hunky-dory we should be at the very least. Then you throw Dennie and Pete in the mix that night and you get what ever the word is that is a step or two above hunky-dory. Let's chew on that for a moment shall we?
More importantly I want to thank everybody who came out and stayed at least till I started playing bass. Seriously, it was a very genuine and appreciative crowd. I know it takes dynamite sometimes to get my wife and I out of the house for something more closely related to drudgery than anything special.
I think special is like, maybe, two notches above hunky-dory actually. And yes, Honey, I'm cleaning my office as I write this.

Belle Of The Ball

If you blinked at all during 1975, which you must have done at least at some point, you might have missed Richard Torrance And Eureka's Belle Of The Ball. It was introduced to me by fellow compatriot and bass player, Rock Pyle, who wore the grooves down so deep to the instrumental first cut, The Jam, that we were given immediate CIA clearance to pursue and decode if possible, any Russian or Chinese intelligence.
Belle Of The Ball was recorded on the Leon Russell / Denny Cordell, Oklahoma based, Shelter Records, along with the help of musicians Carl Radle, Don Preston and Jesse Ed Davis. Also a one time home base for JJ Cale, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Phoebe Snow and the Dwight Twilly Band. Ol' Slow Hand did his own sniffin' around for band members and maybe inspiration around the Oklahoma area around this time as well.
If anyone knows where they can get their hands on a recording of The Jam off Belle of the Ball, please, do tell.

No Holes Barred

Sifting through some still unopened Christmas gifts (Look, I'm sorry okay?) and discovering a fairly decent GO-GOs versus Bangles argument, a dirty/funky Talking Heads, Take Me To The River, a fine Fine Young Cannibals, a much missed Stan Lynch and Howie Epstein pairing and a more manic Neil, I-Have-Never-Seen.

Young slays here, pounding on 'Ol Black like a 5am napalm strike. Poncho, Charlie Drayton and Steve Jordan deliver as if a screaming, pregnant youth was giving birth to a 20 pound Thompsen machine gun in 4/4 time.

credits:
SNL's 25 Years Of Music and
kb-blogspot.com