Top New England Garage 45s

Cool. The number (8410 / 8411) yields a very late recording pressing on the 45. 1969/70, will get it narrowed down shortly...

OK, I was off a bit, the Missing Lynx SO pressing 8410 / 8411 falls right in / around January, 1971.
Makes sense, by looking closely at the font style & layout graphics on the label
 
I've heard a lot of collectors say similar things about the Retreds. I can't understand it. The lyrics are probably among the top 20 rock n roll lyrics of all time.

I mean, if these really are the lyrics, how could anyone deny it?

She's got long black hair
A motorcycle she rides
Well she looks pretty good
But don't dare stare in her eyes

Well she lives in the city
But she only comes out at night
She wears a black suede jacket
And shades to keep out the light

Well she's been studying her judo
So watch it you're gonna get tossed
You keep on finding things out
Til you finally find out that you're lost

She will work on you
Til your head is filled with dreams
So watch out man
She's a portable vacuum machine

She's the Black Mona Lisa
She's the bat behind the door
You better crawl on the walls
Cause there's rabbits sleepin' on her floor

Bob Dylan, you suck (haha).
She's the Bat behind the door? Rabbits sleeping on her floor? And what kind of girl could be described as a "portable vacuum machine", may I ask?

I can't thank you enough for these Lyrics! Rats sleeping on the floor is even better. :)

This song is a brilliant entry into the supernaturally powerful Vampire/Succubus/Witch theme lyrically, and musically stripped down as it is makes it Punk as hell, while defying expectations by not including a flying guitar solo and wild screams. Took me almost a second to realize "Black" means Dark/Evil, here, not skin color. Every stanza tells us something to flesh out the focus of the song, aggressive looking with long black hair and riding a motorcycle so she's a badass in any book, telling us not to stare into her eyes (because Vampires can glamor you and take control of your mind, supposedly), she keeps the light out with sunglasses even at night, with the Judo line we confirm that she can handle herself against men just fine. Her secrets are kept for a reason, and when you discover them, she's not about to let you go, so when you do, "you're lost". Again working on you with her glamor/charms/mesmerizing to fill your head with dreams and lust so that she can drain you of you while you're under her control (blood, sexually, and spiritually). The last stanza confirms the song's subject, Black Mona Lisa is a "bat behind the door", and yes, those are probably Rats on the floor, since the place is likely abandoned and Rabbits have no special function or association for Vampire/Succubi, in particular.

When most songs were Covers, original lyrics like this are golden and having the confidence to do it their way, plodding and dark, is perfect.

I grew up with Twin Cities bands like The Replacements, Husker Du, The Suburbs, and worked backwards from there to The Ramones, The Stooges, and now that I have access to all these little known bands from around the world via the Internet without costing a fortune to hear them, I've been adding hundreds of new vintage favorites. I JUST heard this one yesterday and it's already on the top of my 1K song playlist with gems like "By My Side" by The Elois, which is a far simpler song, lyrically, but the guitar/feedback alone is like hearing God having a temper tantrum. Genius comes in many forms and it takes a bit of it to recognize it, sometimes. Rock On, brother!
 
I've heard a lot of collectors say similar things about the Retreds. I can't understand it. The lyrics are probably among the top 20 rock n roll lyrics of all time.

I mean, if these really are the lyrics, how could anyone deny it?

She's got long black hair
A motorcycle she rides
Well she looks pretty good
But don't dare stare in her eyes

Well she lives in the city
But she only comes out at night
She wears a black suede jacket
And shades to keep out the light

Well she's been studying her judo
So watch it you're gonna get tossed
You keep on finding things out
Til you finally find out that you're lost

She will work on you
Til your head is filled with dreams
So watch out man
She's a portable vacuum machine

She's the Black Mona Lisa
She's the bat behind the door
You better crawl on the walls
Cause there's rabbits sleepin' on her floor

Bob Dylan, you suck (haha).
She's the Bat behind the door? Rabbits sleeping on her floor? And what kind of girl could be described as a "portable vacuum machine", may I ask?
BTW, I registered on here just to say Thank You! Hahaha. I am sure I'll get more use out of this website now that I have done so. Just wanted to let you know that too. Sharing is much appreciated! :)
 
I can't thank you enough for these Lyrics! Rats sleeping on the floor is even better. :)

... gems like "By My Side" by The Elois, which is a far simpler song, lyrically, but the guitar/feedback alone is like hearing God having a temper tantrum. Genius comes in many forms and it takes a bit of it to recognize it, sometimes. Rock On, brother!

hahaha temper tantrum ! Welcome aboard, you may want to have a "Smoke" to chase the Elois...

...though your ears may benefit from a reappraisal of the merits of yung Elston Gunnn. (haha)


Gunnn, Elston
Early alias for Robert Zimmerman / Bob Dylan.

Subject: Elston Gunnn one more time
From: [email protected]
Date: Wed, 11 Aug 1999 15:20:59 GMT

An oft-told tale told once more by Bobby Vee, interviewed in the
latest issue of Goldmine, on how the mere lack of a piano cost
Dylan the life- long security of a job with Vee's backing band,
the Shadows.


The Shadows briefly expanded to a quintet when the band added a
confident young pianist whose long-term future was even rosier
than Vee's.

"He was in the Fargo/Moorhead area. He was working as a busboy
at a place called the Red Apple Cafe. We didn't know that at the
time. Bill [Velline] was in a record shop in Fargo, Sam's Record
Land, and this guy came up to him and introduced himself as
Elston Gunnn--with three n's, G-U-N-N-N.

"He said he heard we were looking for a piano player, which we
were, and he said that he had just gotten off the road with
Conway Twitty. Bill was blown away. 'Man, how good can this be?
This was as good as it gets!' And went over to the radio station
with him, over to KGFO, and there was this piano in the studio
and auditioned him on the piano. He came back and he said, 'He
played pretty good in the key of C.' We didn't realize it at the
time, but that's all he could play in, was the key of C. I-IV-V
in the key of C.

"So we hired him to come out. And he was a neat guy. He was
friendly. I remember his dark, curly hair. We bought him a
shirt to match ours and paid him 15 bucks a night, which was
about what we were making. Went to pick him up for the show, and
he didn't have a piano. There weren't a lot of piano players in
our area anyway--there were mostly guitar players--but they had
the little Wurlitzer pianos, and we just assumed he had a piano.
He didn't, of course. We took him to the gig anyway, and there
was a piano there. It was terribly out of tune. He sat and he
played that, and when he got lost he would come up and do
background parts and do Gene Vincent handclaps. It was a trip!

"It was ill-fated. I mean, it wasn't gonna work. He didn't have
any money, and we didn't have any money. The story is that I
fired him, but that certainly wasn't the case. If we could have
put it together somehow, we sure would have. We wished we could
have put it together. He left and went on to Minneapolis and
enrolled at the University of Minnesota. A couple of years later
I was in New York in Greenwich Village. I was walking down the
street. There was a record store there, and there was an album
in the front window. And it said, 'Bob Dylan.' And I thought to
myself, 'Looks a lot like Elston Gunnn!'

"I probably plugged into him on the second or third album, and
the stuff was really unusual. It was so far removed from what I
was doing. Not long after that, I started listening to his stuff
and really became a big fan."

 
hahaha temper tantrum ! Welcome aboard, you may want to have a "Smoke" to chase the Elois...

...though your ears may benefit from a reappraisal of the merits of yung Elston Gunnn. (haha)


Gunnn, Elston
Early alias for Robert Zimmerman / Bob Dylan.

Subject: Elston Gunnn one more time
From: [email protected]
Date: Wed, 11 Aug 1999 15:20:59 GMT

An oft-told tale told once more by Bobby Vee, interviewed in the
latest issue of Goldmine, on how the mere lack of a piano cost
Dylan the life- long security of a job with Vee's backing band,
the Shadows.


The Shadows briefly expanded to a quintet when the band added a
confident young pianist whose long-term future was even rosier
than Vee's.

"He was in the Fargo/Moorhead area. He was working as a busboy
at a place called the Red Apple Cafe. We didn't know that at the
time. Bill [Velline] was in a record shop in Fargo, Sam's Record
Land, and this guy came up to him and introduced himself as
Elston Gunnn--with three n's, G-U-N-N-N.

"He said he heard we were looking for a piano player, which we
were, and he said that he had just gotten off the road with
Conway Twitty. Bill was blown away. 'Man, how good can this be?
This was as good as it gets!' And went over to the radio station
with him, over to KGFO, and there was this piano in the studio
and auditioned him on the piano. He came back and he said, 'He
played pretty good in the key of C.' We didn't realize it at the
time, but that's all he could play in, was the key of C. I-IV-V
in the key of C.

"So we hired him to come out. And he was a neat guy. He was
friendly. I remember his dark, curly hair. We bought him a
shirt to match ours and paid him 15 bucks a night, which was
about what we were making. Went to pick him up for the show, and
he didn't have a piano. There weren't a lot of piano players in
our area anyway--there were mostly guitar players--but they had
the little Wurlitzer pianos, and we just assumed he had a piano.
He didn't, of course. We took him to the gig anyway, and there
was a piano there. It was terribly out of tune. He sat and he
played that, and when he got lost he would come up and do
background parts and do Gene Vincent handclaps. It was a trip!

"It was ill-fated. I mean, it wasn't gonna work. He didn't have
any money, and we didn't have any money. The story is that I
fired him, but that certainly wasn't the case. If we could have
put it together somehow, we sure would have. We wished we could
have put it together. He left and went on to Minneapolis and
enrolled at the University of Minnesota. A couple of years later
I was in New York in Greenwich Village. I was walking down the
street. There was a record store there, and there was an album
in the front window. And it said, 'Bob Dylan.' And I thought to
myself, 'Looks a lot like Elston Gunnn!'

"I probably plugged into him on the second or third album, and
the stuff was really unusual. It was so far removed from what I
was doing. Not long after that, I started listening to his stuff
and really became a big fan."

Gunnn, with three "n"'s. LMAO @ Bob Dylan!

No tales to tell except one about Dylan regarding Minneapolis/St. Paul, MN. Growing up in St. Paul in the 1980's, if you wanted to drink under-age and get high outdoors, the river banks of the Mississippi, dividing the Twin Cities, was the best place to go. Down the steep cliffs were many caves in the limestone where huge keg parties went on. For a better viewpoint, on the East Bank of the river, there was a hill set back a ways, but like 100 years ago, they put up a water tower made of thick old stone, with this cool rounded turret rooftop, it looks so medieval. The view of the U of MN campus and Minneapolis skyline is awesome up there, peering between the huge trees that surround the area, like being in some place out of time, watching it from afar, while getting baked late at night, and the cops not likely to bother us because up the hill or down in the caves required effort from them, lol. Anyhow, I haven't read anything about Dylan, really, so I don't know if this is true, but was told that particular water tower was The Tower inspiring All Along the Watch Tower, and from my experience having spent several evenings up there escaping the pressures of the world, I was quick to believe it. https://prospectparkmpls.org/tower/tower-pictures.html
 
Gunnn, with three "n"'s. LMAO @ Bob Dylan!

No tales to tell except one about Dylan regarding Minneapolis/St. Paul, MN. Growing up in St. Paul in the 1980's, if you wanted to drink under-age and get high outdoors, the river banks of the Mississippi, dividing the Twin Cities, was the best place to go. Down the steep cliffs were many caves in the limestone where huge keg parties went on. For a better viewpoint, on the East Bank of the river, there was a hill set back a ways, but like 100 years ago, they put up a water tower made of thick old stone, with this cool rounded turret rooftop, it looks so medieval. The view of the U of MN campus and Minneapolis skyline is awesome up there, peering between the huge trees that surround the area, like being in some place out of time, watching it from afar, while getting baked late at night, and the cops not likely to bother us because up the hill or down in the caves required effort from them, lol. Anyhow, I haven't read anything about Dylan, really, so I don't know if this is true, but was told that particular water tower was The Tower inspiring All Along the Watch Tower, and from my experience having spent several evenings up there escaping the pressures of the world, I was quick to believe it. https://prospectparkmpls.org/tower/tower-pictures.html
We generally referred to that thing as "The Witch's Hat". Cool story, never heard that before....