The cover says “The Second Season” instead of “The Complete Second Season” because it doesn’t include a banned episode called “Bored, She Hung Herself” which was only shown once in 1970 and has never run again. It’s about hippie kids who hang-and-release for kicks. Sordid subject matter, yes, but I’ve seen a videotape of the banned episode and can say that I’ve seen much worse on TV many times over. Really hate that it’s not included. (Update: turns out someone actually did die after watching the episode and attempting to try some of the thrill techniques detailed therein.)
Archive for July, 2007
“Let’s go down by the river,” sings this Oregon loner folkie, over and over again. “And together we can have liberty.” He’s drenched in echo and minor chords and while you listen you find yourself wanting to scream out “don’t do it!!” to whoever he’s singing to. And at the end, when it’s clear that it’s actually baptism he’s singing about, you’re no less concerned.
Bob Desper – “Liberty”
Here’s the B-side to the Osmond Brothers’ 1967 single “I Can’t Stop,” which was reissued in ’71 during Osmondmania and charted at #96, but although “I Can’t Stop” has since made it to a few compilations, “Flower Music” has never seen official release since then. Sounds like Alan taking lead on both sides; the raspy, hipper-sounding Merrill had become the official big brother voice by ’71.
The Osmond Brothers – “Flower Music”
Just finished Merrill Osmond’s book, Let the Reason Be Love, which is 1/3 autobiography and 2/3 preaching. Merrill was my favorite Osmond, a better singer than any of the Jacksons’ older brothers, and he’s the sort of good-hearted guy we could use more of in the world, but the book kind of makes me feel bad for him. This isn’t so much because of his struggles with manic depression, bulimia, a rival brother (Donny – he doesn’t call him a rival outright, but one can read between the lines), and “crippling perfectionism.” It’s because he presents himself as someone unable to so much as order a cheeseburger without kneeling in prayer before ordering and then closing that order with a lengthy testimony about God’s Love and the parallels of burger-making with God’s Plan of Salvation. It’s hard to envy someone who lives this way.
Speaking of cheese, things start smelling like limburger – as they always do – when he talks politics and religion at the same time. If you happen to suspect that the LDS church functions as a living tentacle of the GOP, you won’t be dissuaded by Let the Reason Be Love. Here you can read about how Merrill, working in concert with the Republican National Committee and Gordon B. Hinckley (now the President of the Church), organized a 1980 inauguration presentation featuring the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on a million-dollar float, the driver of which Merrill bribed, against the wishes of the Inauguration Committee, to stop right in front of God’s Chosen President Himself during the proceedings. The whole presentation, of course, was made possible by a series of divine miracles supplemented by string-pulling from higher-ups in the Church. Eight years later, Merrill put on a solo show for Bush Sr.’s inauguration which was midwifed, again, by key folks at LDS HQ.
I’m disappointed Merrill didn’t write the book I wanted him to write, which was an in-depth reflection on his creative past, especially those first five classic Osmonds LPs. I’m afraid I know what Merrill would say in response to this: it’s all so insignificant in the bigger picture. My response to that: who cares about a bigger picture with no Crazy Horses?
The Beau Brummels tried to get all their band members a shot at singing lead a la moptops, but every song they tried it on would have sounded better with Sal Valentino’s distinctive voice. This second song in this clip is one of the few to feature Irish Brummel Dec Mulligan on lead just before he left the group.
Rare little beauty written by Paul McCartney. This 45 is apparently John Christie’s only release and also the only thing I know about him.
Update (12/06/10): My “only release” pronouncement has been mercifully disproven by Herman Hamerpagt (see comments below). Christie, who was a discovery of Dave Clark (of the Dave Clark 5) actually put out an album called Relax in ’74 and had a hand in Clark’s ’80s musical Time. A record hunter’s work is never done.
John Christie – “4th of July” (1974)