BTW – if by some chance you have a similar picture of Max at the time when he met byronius please resist the temptation to post. The IFOD has been at rest for a mercifully long time. Let’s not arouse it from its slumber.
Still a pretty good LP – shows the bluesy place they started out from. I saw them (in Phoenix) on one of their first (low-rent) US gigs. Drums (Clive Bunker) and bass (Glenn Cornick) knocked me out! Don’t miss ‘Dharma for One @ 20:12
* The first cut, “My Sunday Feeling” got a fair amount of airplay. The jazzy ‘Serenade to a Cuckoo’ also received some buzz among the ‘hip set’.
* Ian Anderson had only played flute for 6-months when ‘This Was’ was recorded. Quick learner!
* Mick Abrahams (guitar) [mispelled above] and Ian Anderson had a falling out shortly after ‘This Was’ was released. Abrahams left in late 1968 to form ‘Blodwyn Pig. Abrahams was replaced by Martin Barre.
Re #10, the figure framed in the glasses is me. It’s a unique accidental self-portrait created when the doofus in the glasses offered to take my picture on Pyramid Peak but unwittingly held the camera backwards. I didn’t know what happened until I got home and looked at the pictures and zoomed in on this goofy picture of some strange dude on a mountaintop wearing sunglasses. He never knew of his artistry.
I hereby post, with permission, these pictures of our very own Sluggalicious, from a similar period:
I believe she is attempting to lecture that other young lady about the dangers of marijuana and vulgarity.
Tell me these do not reflect the beautiful, complex soul of our Slug.
Now, we need Sky-o, 1976, and this post will be complete. Unless Horsebadordies, Cat, O’Reilly, Raisin Debt, The River Horse, or any of the other thousands of New-Worlders feel brave enough to flaunt their early selves.
I don’t recall granting permission. I think I said I’d likely get all IFOD on your ass. Still, brings back mostly good memories of that fit, robust youngster with a propensity for breaking his sunglasses and wearing them anyway. Some things never change (and I’m not talking about the fit & robust part).
I am of the opinion that any increase in Slug’s talents would have run the risk of tearing a hole in reality itself, and so if Mary Jane served to moderate that progression somewhat, I am grateful to it.
We’re working on a new MM song, and there’s a bit of piano in the last section that makes me high every time I listen to it. I get a goofy smile and grow unsteady on my feet. Fucking brilliant, and if I don’t mix this thing right, may Gaut stike me dead with a fucking lightning bolt. GodDAMN it’s so good. FUCK.
I’ve been working all day on notating Round into a decent lead sheet. I had to ask Slug what notes she was playing in those chords. No musician in their right mind would have come up with just that combination of notes, but they’re exactly perfect for the song. If I think back on it, this particular musician just might have been in her non-right mind at the time they were composed. Funny how that works.
I must have been drugged or something to not find an excuse to leave the room immediately. Naw… that couldn’t be it.
Where was that taken anyway? That hideous paneling looks strangely familiar.
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 1:47 pm
One hazy memory of that meeting does remain. I asked you to choose a musical selection and you selected “Piper at the Gates of Dawn.” My kind of cat.
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 1:49 pm
BTW – if by some chance you have a similar picture of Max at the time when he met byronius please resist the temptation to post. The IFOD has been at rest for a mercifully long time. Let’s not arouse it from its slumber.
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 2:16 pm
WTF? You were a handsome Pict, as I remember.
IFOD away, but I don’t think you should. These are excellent! And look at that fine hound!
I think that hideous panelling in my photo might be from the laundry room at the Bin, where I lived for a time.
My son saw the photo, and called me an ‘eighties badass’. The Murder Merchant said I looked like I might throw a beer can at him at any moment.
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 4:01 pm
Here’s another, from a mystic forest journey:
No, I was not acting weird. I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 4:10 pm
You should bring back the Abbie hair man. Suits you.
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 4:29 pm
Would if I could. But I cannot.
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 4:32 pm
Thanks for posting the hound in #4. That’s a bond right there aint it? Still feel like something’s ripped away.
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 4:42 pm
Aw I love these! LOVE LOVE LOVE old pics. xoxox
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 9:34 pm
Did anyone catch the oddness with my sunglasses in the profile shot in #4?
Reminds me of one of the earliest posts on New Worlds. A very odd self-portrait, also featuring sunglasses. Click to enlarge.
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 10:03 pm
Re #5: reminds me of Mick Abrams of Jethro Tull in this shot (the cover of ‘This Was’):
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 10:07 pm
Still a pretty good LP – shows the bluesy place they started out from. I saw them (in Phoenix) on one of their first (low-rent) US gigs. Drums (Clive Bunker) and bass (Glenn Cornick) knocked me out! Don’t miss ‘Dharma for One @ 20:12
Comment on January 17, 2013 @ 10:42 pm
It does look like that. I’ve never heard this album.
Max: Who is that in #10?
Comment on January 18, 2013 @ 12:59 am
Factoids re #12/‘This Was’:
* ‘This Was’ [early '68] was ‘Tull’s first LP.
* The first cut, “My Sunday Feeling” got a fair amount of airplay. The jazzy ‘Serenade to a Cuckoo’ also received some buzz among the ‘hip set’.
* Ian Anderson had only played flute for 6-months when ‘This Was’ was recorded. Quick learner!
* Mick Abrahams (guitar) [mispelled above] and Ian Anderson had a falling out shortly after ‘This Was’ was released. Abrahams left in late 1968 to form ‘Blodwyn Pig. Abrahams was replaced by Martin Barre.
Comment on January 18, 2013 @ 5:51 am
BTW: Here’s a colour-corrected version of the snap at the top of this post:
Comment on January 18, 2013 @ 6:21 am
‘Stand Up’ received my personal award for ‘Best LP of 1969′ which, if you check what else came out that year is REALLY saying something!:
Comment on January 18, 2013 @ 6:50 am
Re #10, the figure framed in the glasses is me. It’s a unique accidental self-portrait created when the doofus in the glasses offered to take my picture on Pyramid Peak but unwittingly held the camera backwards. I didn’t know what happened until I got home and looked at the pictures and zoomed in on this goofy picture of some strange dude on a mountaintop wearing sunglasses. He never knew of his artistry.
Comment on January 18, 2013 @ 7:00 am
I hereby post, with permission, these pictures of our very own Sluggalicious, from a similar period:
I believe she is attempting to lecture that other young lady about the dangers of marijuana and vulgarity.
Tell me these do not reflect the beautiful, complex soul of our Slug.
Now, we need Sky-o, 1976, and this post will be complete. Unless Horsebadordies, Cat, O’Reilly, Raisin Debt, The River Horse, or any of the other thousands of New-Worlders feel brave enough to flaunt their early selves.
Comment on January 19, 2013 @ 8:53 pm
I don’t recall granting permission. I think I said I’d likely get all IFOD on your ass. Still, brings back mostly good memories of that fit, robust youngster with a propensity for breaking his sunglasses and wearing them anyway. Some things never change (and I’m not talking about the fit & robust part).
Thanks for the young Slug pix. Wonderful!
Comment on January 19, 2013 @ 10:28 pm
Shoulda been practicing piano instead of getting so stoned…god DAMN my everlovin hide…oh but it was so much fun.
Comment on January 19, 2013 @ 11:29 pm
Shoulda been doing both, and you probably were!
Comment on January 20, 2013 @ 12:00 am
I am of the opinion that any increase in Slug’s talents would have run the risk of tearing a hole in reality itself, and so if Mary Jane served to moderate that progression somewhat, I am grateful to it.
We’re working on a new MM song, and there’s a bit of piano in the last section that makes me high every time I listen to it. I get a goofy smile and grow unsteady on my feet. Fucking brilliant, and if I don’t mix this thing right, may Gaut stike me dead with a fucking lightning bolt. GodDAMN it’s so good. FUCK.
Comment on January 20, 2013 @ 1:05 pm
I’ve been working all day on notating Round into a decent lead sheet. I had to ask Slug what notes she was playing in those chords. No musician in their right mind would have come up with just that combination of notes, but they’re exactly perfect for the song. If I think back on it, this particular musician just might have been in her non-right mind at the time they were composed. Funny how that works.
Comment on January 20, 2013 @ 4:20 pm