My friend Henning Küpper is the impresario of Lollipope Shoppe, perhaps the first indie label whose work introduced me to everything from psychedelic music and weird Russian rock. For this, I owe Henning a massive debt.
Continuing his amazing curative abilities, he released an album New York-based psych-folk band Ocean. This mellow folky freakout was released in 1969, but the stereo tapes were lost thanks to their label, Apostolic Studios, went under. Thankfully, guitarist John Townley saved a mono recording, and after Lollipope Shoppe polishing, it is available again after 51 years.
Mongolia isn’t a place one thinks of when collectors talk about psychedelic music, but that’s exactly what Soyol Erdene, Mongolia’s cultural jewel (that’s what the name translates into) provide. They mix a light psychedelic sound with elements of Merseybeat and folk rock. A strange, but very satisfying, blend of genres.
Bob Dylan has outlasted everyone. It must be quite heavy to be the man who influenced almost everyone of note, and to watch so many of these acolytes pass away. Yet Bob still manages to release good music, and this nearly 17-minute opus proves it.
Thanks to Jeff for letting me know about this. It was worth every minute.
Old age must be kicking in, as I’m now into listening to 1970 AM Radio classics light Gordon Lightfoot’s gem.
Sublime Sunday listening, provided by Caetano Veloso.
Sixto Rodriguez’s story is a pretty incredible one. A Mexican-American folk singer from Detroit who didn’t sell too many albums, but did manage to have a good tour of Australia, and then fell into obscurity, or so he thought. He ended up outselling Elvis Presley in South Africa, and fans from there hunted him down. The movie Searching For Sugar Man documents his rise, fall, and rise back to popularity.
J. Mascis, guitarist and singer of Dinosaur Jr., has a venerable tradition of covering songs in an incredibly pleasant, heartfelt way. For Valentine’s Day Eve, we present you with a rather tender cover of Mazzy Star’s sumptuous single.
I am ever-grateful for having friends who turn me onto new, weird, freaky stuff daily. I’m in awe of such people who can hip me to something rather amazing, like this group from Germany. Hippie-folk at its finest, with a rocking edge.
For more on Teller Bunte Knete, check out their Wikipedia profile.