All credit goes to TIM. That guy works HARD!
Here's his rant regarding the picture above:
day 126, mile 19,347 - You wanna know what's a goddamned BLAST?
Oct 1 i'm at Barry Wickham's and i record this INSANE 1967 punk/instro MONSTER by Nobody's Children (yes, yet Another NC!) from Las Vegas. We look it up in TeenBeat Mayhem and this side is listed as unheard, so it looks like it's a 2-or-3-copy-in-existence rare-ass mofongo. 2 days later, outta th' blue, Erik Lindgren emails in about th' ver' SAME 45, mentions that he tracked 1 of the bandmembers down! i email Erik & he shoots me the cat's name & email, and i email the cat and tell him i wanna include the 'stro on Grave 9. He says "Sure!", so i tell him "let's meet inna few weeks in Vegas when i's done in NorCal/NW". this ends up taking till Mon Nov 25, when i finally snag 2 unished tracks i've been hounding after for 13+ years. i hit th' road south to Bakersfield, meet up, interview, sign & pay a cat for inclusion of his band's cut onna future Teenage Shutdown, then email the Vegas cat "Hey! Is tonite ok?" but that's a no-go cos o' t-giving day and he sez "Jay the bassist is driving down Sunday Dec 1 for the interview" so i hole up 1 nite at Temple Bar State Park ($10), 1 nite "boondocking" 7 miles south o' Overton NV ($0), then 1 nite (with SHOWER! and LAUNDRY!) at Wayne Coyner's (who went to high school with Jay!) in Vegas, then Sunday 2 pm we all meet up at 1 of the guitarists' pad and proceed with a lengthy and oft-hilarious interview/contract-signing/paying of the 4 newly-reunited band cats, who'd lost contact after so many years. I play 'em & burn 'em copies of the instro and they FLIP after having not heard it in 46 years cos the label that ished it was so miserly as to have only ever given the band 1 copy each…
This road-trip has broken m' bank account, harshed to hell my already broken back, has put Roky into many great experiences soaking in the Beauty o' back-roads America, yet having to sleep often in the mighty tite confines o' a rattly ol' van is wearing me & Roks down quite a bit. But SUNDAY: shit was MAGIC. And THAT is what Fandom is All the fuck About. And THAT, m'friends is something' ya DON'T get outta the bs monied Ebay "Collecting Experience". Grave 9: you're m' goddamned Love Letter to the genius of lost/ignored American 60s punkrock! There is NO greater music. Here's a FOTO of NOBODY'S CHILDREN. Prepare to DIE when y'hear "Mother's Tin Moustache"!
and, yeah, just to be Complete and toss in m'renowned assholeism:
"Wha' that slapping sound??", y'might just query:
'tis the scraggly skin o' m'scrotum slappin' the chin of wee pissant "compilers" of liteweight CRAP like the "Psychedelic States" and other sech crap.
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