Welcome back to another trip through the hundreds of compact discs I’ve amassed over the past 30 years or so. Where I found them, why I purchased them.
Here’s another eclectic trio (you’d be expecting that by now if you had checked out chapters one and two).
The Original Rumble by Link Wray (1990)
I discovered Link Wray, the inventor of the power chord, through two sources. Pulp Fiction, which featured a couple of Wray’s guitar instrumentals on the soundtrack, and my good friend, that drumming mad man (and like me, ad man) Sean Anderson.
Sean and his band, The Black Holes, often played The Rumble during their sets. Guitarist Tom Hilborn would rip through that one, as well as the Ace of Spades.
Mr. Anderson burned a copy of the 23-track disc for me, and I was able to play just about every track on my old radio show, Johnny Maraca’s Rock and Roll Riot.
I’ve also become Facebook friends with two of Wray’s daughters, Belinda and Beth, who work tirelessly to keep their father’s legacy alive. Check out the great 2017 documentary, Rumble: The Indians Who Rocked the World (Wray was half Shawnee).
Touch by Sarah McLachlan (1988)
McLachlan is a gifted singer/songwriter but the tune that made me a fan was one Sarah didn’t write, Dear God.
She covered XTC’s atheist song on The Rarities collection, addressing the big man in the sky with tremendous passion and emotion. Can’t believe in you, and I believed her.
So, I worked back from there, to McLachlan’s earlier LPs Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, Solace and Sarah’s debut, Touch. Vox was the single and remains one my favourite tracks by the Halifax-born artist, though I’d say Fumbling Towards Ecstasy is her best record.
Back then I was employed at CFOS and Mix 106 in Owen Sound and the record companies allowed our music director to place staff Christmas orders at reduced prices. So I likely got this one for half price. One of the perks of working in radio, the other being plenty of free food from local eateries (hugely appreciated since radio doesn’t pay so great).
And from the sweet Sarah we move on to…
Hellbilly Deluxe by Rob Zombie (1998)
During my Owen Sound days I was a railing bird at the Harry Lumley Bayshore Community Centre, cheering on our local Junior A hockey team, The Attack. My tennis buddy, Gary Morrison, and I bought tickets but chose to stand at the top of the section. Better view, I think.
The Attack warmups were always accompanied by songs chosen by the team and since the players were 16 to 20 years old, that meant current rock. Likely more hip hop these days but I moved to Wasaga Beach in 2007.
When they hit the ice and the menacing sound of Rob Zombie’s Dragula shook the arena speakers I thought, “Wow, what is that?” Off to Music World I went to purchase Hellbilly Deluxe.
It was Zombie’s first solo album after splitting from White Zombie. It had 13 tracks…of course! Superbeast, Living Dead Girl, Meet the Creeper!
My radio show was cancelled in January of 2018 which means I won’t get to create my annual Halloween edition this year. Dammit. Since the program ran on an adult contemporary/soft rock station I resisted the temptation to throw in Dragula.
Too heavy for folks used to hearing Adele and Ed Sheehan…though I did sneak in Rob Zombie’s Halloween (She Gets So Mean) from a collection called Halloween Hootenanny.
Hey, I didn’t call it the Rock and Roll Riot for nothing!
I shall return soon with another chapter. Thanks for reading.