Liner Notes of the Gods
A sampling of a few of the more awful forays into the
English language, as found in WFMU's record library.
Billy Joel is 21, single and only sweats two things: perfecting his
sound and South East Asia. He plays a Hammond organ rewired to bypass
the Leslie tone cabinet, and it feeds directly into the amplifiers. He
describes the sound as pure raunch. Jon Small is 23, married and talks
best through his work. He has been a drummer "forever." Their music has
a resentment and hostility for a world that locks new music away in the
basement. Hostility towards all the poeple who say no to new sounds
before they hear them. But Jon and Billy are not mad at the world. They
find the world too beautiful a place, and life too good a thing to waste
it hating. There is joy in their music, too. Listen to Wonder Woman and
Rollin' Home. What they are mad at is complacency, and all those who
have eyes and won't see; ears, but won't hear. They see ATTILA as
marching over these people, crushing, bruising, making them look and
listen. You can hear this on side one's March of the Huns.
Attila LP, 1972
With this album, we dedicate ourselves, our futures and our energies to
the poeple of the revolution...And the revolution in all its forms.
Chicago 2 LP, 1970
My real name is Clarence Beeks. My professional name of "King Pleasure"
is by selection as strange to me as the sudden "revelation" that occured
to me in my sleep and woke me upright at the age of six in Oakdale,
Tenn., my birthplace.
The revelation was that I was the real saviour of humanity. And
that I was a baby planet nucleus! Of all the thoughts that this alive,
and at first frightening impression has brought into being since then,
the most distinct effect that it had was to make my life one of an
interpreter (philosopher) of existence--structure and functton generally
and of things and individuals and events specifically. This is the fact
that accounts for my being in show business. For the last four years, I
have been formulating a new philosophy called Planetism--the ultimate
"ism." I am now preparing to set down the philosphy--the How, When and
Where. But, presently, since I deem my findings to be so important to
humanity, I would like to express the What I have found, briefly and in
I have found:
- 1. That this is a charged-neutral material existence.
- 2. People are in ideal and physical metamorphosis to a planet satellite
(moon)--the second earth satellite.
- 3. People do not have to die. Life and death are matters of general adjustment and maladjustment.
- 4. All things come from nothing (space).
- 5. All things exist, live and react in relation of space.
"Golden Days" LP, late '50's
Abner Jay, the first of the original black musicians. The only electric
six string banjo you'll ever hear. Abner says the original thirteen are
dead, and he is half dead. For forty two years Abner has been playing
banjo, drums, harmonica, and singing all at the same time. Born in south
Georgia. When Abner was born his Pa kept the birth records on the side
of the house, the house burned down, the birth records were destroyed,
and Abner hasn't been able to find out just how old he is. Abner is now
enjoying his seventh wife, and he claims she is just about wore out too.
His worst tragedy was the first time he got married. NOW ITS BUCK
"Underground Atlanta" LP
the hello people are just like everyone else only more so in fact they
are so much like all of us that they feel the same things we feel only
twice as hard you say thats silly that no one can feel your pain more than you or laugh
half as heartily when the seed you planted becomes a flower well my
friend theres the crux most of us know only what touches us and we try
hard as we can to keep those things we fear or dont understand from
getting too close the hello people though reach out to all life
you see the very word hello is a key to many doors it means say hello
back to me and lets see what happens next obviously if you try this enough
times you are going to have some pretty interesting experiences in fact
you might even find out you are alive
now the hello people are totally convinced theyre alive whats more theyre
convinced youre alive or at least that you ought to be whats totally
amazing however is that none of them finds what he may have experienced
to be unique they each take it for granted that you must have felt the
same things only they realize you may not like to talk about them
thats what this lp is all about to articulate some very personal
experience that may have almost universal applications to sing about life
and love and hopes and dreams and sadness and disappointment and
sometimes a child smiles through a window although outside its raining.
THE HELLO PEOPLE
Beyond the Valley of the Dolls is a film about youth today. Its the
story of three young girls who are the heart and soul of a rock group.
Life was sweet, man, but there had to be more. The whole world was out
there, just waiting, and the beat inside pushed them to where it's
happening. They got hooked on a non-stop merry-go-round where the only
ticket you need is success. Be a winner, man, or forget it.
When they made that first party, it was like too late. The whole
thing was movin', reaching out, and they dug it. Whites, yellows and reds
were more than just colors. They were it. The magic dream pills.
The chicks were wild and groovy, the studs cool and cruel. The
eyes so warm, the smiles so friendly, but watch the teeth, they bite
Time was dead. Looking back is a drag and what's up front is too
heavy. Do it now, man, it might be the last chance you get.
Faces. So many faces. Calling, begging, help me, love me, save
me. Don't listen. If you hear them, you've had it.
Open your mouth. Wider. Here. Taste.
Life, man. Life. Like it? Hell no. Tough. It's a one-way
trip, all the way down.
It's all here. Love, rape, murder, sex, dope, grass, abortion,
suicide. Something for everybody. Hold it, man, don't close your mind.
This is what living is all about.
This is what "BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS" is all about. A
sensual feast that will light your fire.
Only a heavy group like 20th Century Fox had the power to bring
this switched on thing to the screen. But to bring it ot mind-bending
life, they first had to find its soul. Find a man who would mold, shape,
and breath life into his creation. The man they looked to was RUSS
MEYER. He filled his film with a driving power and knew that the music
would have to match it, beat for beat.
Your cake has frosting. Groove with the haunting beauty of the
title song, as THE SANDPIPERS make it flow so easily that it will feel
like a caress.
A extra kick is the zonked out sound of THE STRAWBERRY ALARM
CLOCK doin' their way out thing.
Words cannot tell you anything about music. only your ears can.
Your ears and that special inner place where you feel it. With that
thought in mind, please remove the 12 inch, finely grooved disc you will
find inside this cover. Lay it gently on your machine, drop in the
needle, close your eyes and open your mind.
BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS
Lee Hazelwoodism. Its Cause and Cure.
When I sit on my immedicable rubber log writing songs about girls
named Naomi and Phaedra...for girls named Nancy and Suzi Jane...it
suddenly occurs to me..."Some of these songs may outlive the twenty-five
cent ball point pen I purchased in the men's room of the Greyhound Bus
Station in Three Rivers, Texas.
It is my secret wish that people will remember the twenty-five
cent ball point pen and forget the songs...but dep down in my scotch
scarred heart I know this can never be.
Only this morning I discovered my ball point pen has a very rare
liver ailment and will never write another Christmas. When I made this
discovery, my sterile mild jarred my very being with this pregnant
thought: "If the United States would allot just a fraction of the monies
it spends on the Viet Nam War to liver research for ball point pens,
what a happy old world this could be."
I am not a brave man. I am loaded with fears. I am afraid of
underground movies. I amafraid of wards and toads bearing false gifts.
I am afraid of LSD and least but not last, I am afraid of Virginia Woolf.
My fears have caused my friend August much concern...and have
made it necessary for me to acquire many worldly possessions. I humbly
own the following stuff: a 1929 Ford that has been repossessed over 300
times...a World War II plane spotter named Virgil (purchased at a surplus
store in Phoenix for $30...seconds before a 400 pound pill carshed
through the roof of the aforementioned store demolising the great toe on
the right great foot of the owner of the said surplus store) an unamtched
set of glow-in-the-dark cuff links...made form the complete literary
works of John Lennon...purchased from a young bicycle thief who had had
his wrists pierced so he could wear the links with short-sleeved sports
shirts...one unpublished Bob Dylan song...almost understandable
one Joan Baez slightly used income tax form
THESE ARE MY TREASURES...LONG MAY THEY WAVE. LEE HAZLEWOOD
"The Time is Now"