Ok Pop Pickers I know Jimi's performance at the 1970 Isle of Wight Festival gets a bit of a slating but I don't let that bother me; having cherished the Isle of Wight LP (Polydor) that I bought back in 1979. The version of Foxy Lady on there I enjoyed with its wild feedback and chatter, indeed it was the wholesome dose of feedback that proved useful when in 1987ish I dwelled 'neath the flat of irksome Beastie Boys fans who felt nothing about sharing their repeated (ad nauseum) love for the 45 'No Sleep til Brooklyn'. Having been driven almost to distraction day in day out at their wanton am/pm audio onslaught I finally flipped and borrowed some extra speakers for my feeble stereo and unleashed Isle of Wight's Foxy Lady on the bastards at 6am one fateful morn. Turned up to 11 (well 10 actually) I fed the feckers with a noisy wake up that I am certain scarred their collective (small) minds and put paid to further bouts of the disagreeable racket....
Your humble narrator does digress as per usual; anyway I have read thanks to that fact or fiction tool known as the internet, that Jimi played The Gun classic 'Race With The Devil' at the Isle of Wight Festival but did not make the recording released later. Who knows?
However, although I have never heard it, I do believe Race With The Devil did crop up on the Rainbow Bridge boot'?
No matter...now I am getting around to the real reason for this whole 'Race With The Devil' stuff; the correct answer to yesterday's Friday Night Connection as won by regular and most welcome contributor Mike....the connection was the 'Devil'
Motorhead track from the album Kiss of Death (2006) - 'Devil I Know'
Saxon's album Innocence is No Excuse (1985) featured the song 'Devil Rides Out'
And Girlschool's debut classic album Demolition (1980) has yes you guessed it 'Race With The Devil'
And ending this part on the subject of that very cover song anybody heard the Judas Priest version of Race....?
Not a patch on the Girlschool effort I can assure you in my humble opinion
Anyways, there it is. Congrats again to Mike for the right answer - a virtual crackerjack pencil on its way to you.
And here, thanks to that very regular contributor to this here blog Mike, is the Rock Out video....well done that man...
Blogmeister Inchy, roped me in on this most ropey of blog pastimes the Meme some weeks ago. I said then that I would come up with a response and given the opportunity to talk about my stuttering life is something I rarely decline....so I willingly participate on this occasion. The rules of this particular meme goes something like this: Link to the person who tagged you; Post the rules on your blog; Write six random things about yourself; Tag six people at the end of the post; Let each person know they've been tagged and leave a comment on their blog; Let the tagger know when your entry is up. ..so here goes....however I really have little to say for myself - honestly - my life so far has been more about domestic indigestion than any tales to amaze or admire...still there's always something
1. A number of years ago now while working, a helicopter gun-ship deliberately used down-draught to lift the corrugated iron roof off the jungle shack in which I was cowering in - my refuge among others I might add, had it been some 10-15 minutes earlier the event would've turned all 'Carry On' like while I attended to my early morning ablutions round the back in the lean-to corrugated iron khazi (and a rather hot and rancid WC it was too, all a bit boil in the bag)...The scene had none of the humour or voyeur value of the Gyro Captain's low flying pass over the tents of the Lord Humungus in Mad Max 2 (you know the particular clip right?)
2. I retain a large white waxy scar on my forearm from one of my several motorcycle accidents, at the time of the scrape a sadistic A&E Doctor inserted a golf ball into the wound to prove the depth of the hole. "See three quarters the way in, don't look so shocked I cleaned it up after this afternoon's round" the witty Sawbones hooted to his nursing staff.
3. I grew up playing in the ruins of a WW2 POW camp, an apt place to act out stories one had just read as a wee bairn through the pages of Commando comic books.
4. My grandparents were Irish
5. I have worked in Guatemala, Cuba and Mexico.
6. I was mugged by a Belgian taxi driver, the thieving scoundrel demanded money with menaces at 1am somewhere in a rather ugly suburban periphery of Bruxelles. He attempted to extort me into raiding my own ATM or leave me in the middle of nowhere; with my guts churning I called his bluff and told him to get going and play with himself....After a brief nervy "what if he has a gang hiding in the boot" standoff - handbags at 20 paces you might say - the bugger sped off in his cream Mercedes leaving me somewhat lost. Having walked, fearing the worst "what if he comes back with a gang in the front and back seat" for what seemed like a couple of miles not seeing a soul save for a passing cars my hapless predicament was alleviated by video store owner and his wife who transported me to the city centre in the back of their Citroen video van amongst boxes of VHS movies starring among others the likes of Dolph Lundgren, Jaclyn Smith and an assortment of porn titles . To those good Indian samaritans I am eternally grateful for the lift....not the porn titles.
I will nominate occasional and sometime readers Stu, Helga, Bill, Gwar Fan Claw, and George but I won't force 'em to do the deed....
Anyways, there it is. Congrats again to Mike for the right answer - a virtual crackerjack pencil on its way to you.
And here, thanks to that very regular contributor to this here blog Mike, is the Rock Out video....well done that man...
Blogmeister Inchy, roped me in on this most ropey of blog pastimes the Meme some weeks ago. I said then that I would come up with a response and given the opportunity to talk about my stuttering life is something I rarely decline....so I willingly participate on this occasion. The rules of this particular meme goes something like this: Link to the person who tagged you; Post the rules on your blog; Write six random things about yourself; Tag six people at the end of the post; Let each person know they've been tagged and leave a comment on their blog; Let the tagger know when your entry is up. ..so here goes....however I really have little to say for myself - honestly - my life so far has been more about domestic indigestion than any tales to amaze or admire...still there's always something
1. A number of years ago now while working, a helicopter gun-ship deliberately used down-draught to lift the corrugated iron roof off the jungle shack in which I was cowering in - my refuge among others I might add, had it been some 10-15 minutes earlier the event would've turned all 'Carry On' like while I attended to my early morning ablutions round the back in the lean-to corrugated iron khazi (and a rather hot and rancid WC it was too, all a bit boil in the bag)...The scene had none of the humour or voyeur value of the Gyro Captain's low flying pass over the tents of the Lord Humungus in Mad Max 2 (you know the particular clip right?)
2. I retain a large white waxy scar on my forearm from one of my several motorcycle accidents, at the time of the scrape a sadistic A&E Doctor inserted a golf ball into the wound to prove the depth of the hole. "See three quarters the way in, don't look so shocked I cleaned it up after this afternoon's round" the witty Sawbones hooted to his nursing staff.
3. I grew up playing in the ruins of a WW2 POW camp, an apt place to act out stories one had just read as a wee bairn through the pages of Commando comic books.
4. My grandparents were Irish
5. I have worked in Guatemala, Cuba and Mexico.
6. I was mugged by a Belgian taxi driver, the thieving scoundrel demanded money with menaces at 1am somewhere in a rather ugly suburban periphery of Bruxelles. He attempted to extort me into raiding my own ATM or leave me in the middle of nowhere; with my guts churning I called his bluff and told him to get going and play with himself....After a brief nervy "what if he has a gang hiding in the boot" standoff - handbags at 20 paces you might say - the bugger sped off in his cream Mercedes leaving me somewhat lost. Having walked, fearing the worst "what if he comes back with a gang in the front and back seat" for what seemed like a couple of miles not seeing a soul save for a passing cars my hapless predicament was alleviated by video store owner and his wife who transported me to the city centre in the back of their Citroen video van amongst boxes of VHS movies starring among others the likes of Dolph Lundgren, Jaclyn Smith and an assortment of porn titles . To those good Indian samaritans I am eternally grateful for the lift....not the porn titles.
I will nominate occasional and sometime readers Stu, Helga, Bill, Gwar Fan Claw, and George but I won't force 'em to do the deed....
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