Sneakeater

Also, how are we categorizing P-Funk for purposes of this discussion? (I agree they're probably not a "Rock and Roll band".)

Now if you were to call them the greatest Black Rock band, that would be different.

Black people basically invented Rock and Roll. To call Living Colour (who I love) the greatest Black Rock and Roll band because they (excellently) played a White variant of the style seems a little Wennery.

That's something that's bothered me about Rolling Stone (and the Rock press in general -- but Rolling Stone is the worst in this respect) for years. They assume that Rock music is all the music there is, and the Rock Era is the entire history of music. So they'll publish a list of "The 100 Greatest Songs of All TIme", and not one will predate 1900, maybe one will predate 1930, and maybe two will predate 1950. None of them will be by Schubert, none will be by Gershwin, none will be by medieval troubadours or anonymous medieval English people, etc. etc. That could hardly be "The 100 Greatest Songs of All Time". The 100 greatest Rock-adjacent songs they mean.

The Five Royales?

Ike Turner's Kings of Rhythm?

My personal contribution to that pork dish was to add some sugar to the vinegary sauce. I think it provided a nice sweet 'n' sour tang. I'd probably get thrown out of Calabria or wherever this dish comes from for it, though.

Pork ribeye. A cut that's new to me, although not I'm sure to the world. Since this is the time of year when I wildly overbuy hot peppers, I decided to make pork chop with hot peppers. Some might say this is too much like a dish I'm having later in the week (it's traditional for Jews to eat a lot of pork during the Days of Awe) -- but I'm telling you they're totally different. On the side, a sautéed green that was touted (I don't know whether literally or figuratively) as a cross between mustard greens and something else that you'd want to eat (I can't recall what). I thought I'd want a carb. I was thinking of potatoes. But then it struck me that I've never seen this pork dish in Italy, only in New York Metro Area Red Sauce joints. (To be sure, I've never been to Calabria.) So I did what the New York Metro Area Red Sauce joints would do, and served some linguini with a Marinara-ish sauce as a side. I crack myself up. The Calabrian wine I have would be too tannic to drink with hot peppers. I figured that although this dish wasn't remotely Sardinian, Monica di Sardegna is very good with spicy food (even if it's kind of light for a Big Hefty Pork Chop). 2020 Cardedu Monica "Praja" Cardedu is Sardinia's sane Natural Wine maker (as distinct from total madman Detorri). So this wine is thin and sour -- but it's recognizably Monica (a grape I adore, BTW: it's like a Rhône that's a Beaujolais) (or maybe it's like a Freisa from the South) and very pure in that regard. Start with bright red fruit -- but pretty restrained. The fruit has some persistence. Which is good because all else there is, pretty much, is the tart sour finish. So this wine delivers a lot of pleasure -- but almost no complexity. Much to enjoy -- but almost nothing to think about. Most importantly tonight, its sharp acid and low tannins agreed very well with the peppery heat.

Chuck Berry's 1950s band with Johnnie Johnson?

That's really right.

They absolutely DID.

Next time. On re-review.

Haven't read it yet, but should've been four.

What happened is that The Clash crossed over here with London Calling. They became a mainstream Rock band with a mainstream audience at that point. (I mean, to be sure, not the BIGGEST one. But they were played on those radio stations and drew from that audience base.)

I guess what I'm trying to say is that this wasn't a subcultural audience distinct from the mainstream rock audience. This WAS the mainstream rock audience.

Except that it was in no way Punk-identified. It had no distinctive rituals or modes of dress or anything like that. They didn't identify as having succeeded the CBGB audience (that was more the No Wave crowd). They probably were pretty negative on what had gone on at CBs in the mid-'70s. These were like Springsteen fans. Like that.

Hey it's not a song about being angry. It's a song about NOT being angry. If this were 1969, I'd think they did that on purpose.

I'll elaborate on this (much) later, but you've got to understand that the New York punk scene (which was over by the time of these concerts in any event) was very different -- like it had nothing in common with -- the UK punk scene. But this crowd wasn't the punk scene. As I said, this was years past that (this was whenever Sandanista! came out). This was the mainstream Rock audience. What I'd call the WNEW-FM audience, if that means anything to you.

One memorable time many years ago, a Cowboy had tied his horse to a lamppost outside a bar up the street from me so the Cowboy could go in. The horse must have figured out away to untie himself, as I heard a horse galloping down my street and then I saw a Cowboy running as fast as he could and screaming.

I still sometimes seem to hear them passing underneath my window. But when I look, they're never there. Ghost Riders in the Sky!

Another problem I have with White Rock.

The night I went Joe Ely opened and the crowd liked him just fine. So maybe they were just reactionary.

They’re in the Mexican Coke aisle, uncoincidentally.

Foodtown on Vanderbilt.

Yeah I’ve told that joke here before. You think Henny Youngman only told it once?