Guess just because it seems kind of dark, with the title track (which I suppose is supposed to sound reggae maybe?) and "Wreckage" and all. Liked them both, but I gotta say, not as much as I expected to - maybe I just wish the band kicked harder or something? Still a little confused about why Monkey Island is (or at least used to be) considered their early classic. I've started pulling out my old Geils LPs (as in, pre- Sanctuary) in the past month or so - Monkey Island and Nightmares (And Other Tales From the Vinyl Jungle) so far. You better grab it fast cuz sometimes the love Hey Raputa the Buta flip me down your hair let me climbīecause this is the wooba gooba sayin to ya What's the name of the chick with the long hair? Take your big curls and squeeze them down Rotumba. You know her and me was at the party as friends. "Baby", (say Baby!) you look up way up at her green mascara This is the wooba gooba with the green teeth, let me in!!"Īnd then you just kinda walk up to her and say You start poundin on her door and you say I know that you're home and I know you aint all alone!" ![]() You say "Baby there's somethin on my mind. The radio don’t' seem to get the click so you sayĪnd there's somethin there you got to overlookĪnd you say "BABY, you know there's somethin on my mind! ![]() So you put on the TV and you're watchin Johnny Carsonīut that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio, You’re going to be home playing bingo all night all aloneĪnd that's why your sittin there by the telephoneĪnd you know that she aint goin to call you! If you abuse it you aint going to be able to choose itĬuz you aint going to have it further on down the lineĪnd yer going to be sitting there on your little machine It ain’t supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way On seeing Bo Diddley: "The night stopped being pin.This song has a little introduction to it.Talkin' Field Recordings with Joe Oestreich.(Apparently, Rhino Records has been sitting on a double-album, expanded version of "Live" Full House for seven years now. RIP John Warren "J." Geils, whose righteous guitar playing on this and the other early J. As I wrote about the album in Jerry Lee Lewis: Lost and Found, a book about another insanely good live album, "I could nearly smell the venue, and Detroit in the early-1970s felt grimy and exhilarating." The lean but muscular Full House remains one of my favorite R&R albums and is one of the greatest live albums ever issued (stronger to my hearts and ears than the indulgent Blow Your Face Out from 1976 and slick Showtime from '82). The album was likely tweaked in post-production, but such editing wouldn't have mattered to me then even if I knew about it. ![]() The album, edited down from two April 1972 shows recorded at the Cinderella Ballroom in Detroit, dramatized for me the reckless, joyous fun to be had watching a LOUD band in a sweaty, smoky club or venue. ![]() Geils's muscular chords in "First I Look at the Purse," strutting riffs on "Hard Drivin' Man," electrifying lines on John Lee Hooker's "Serves You Right To Suffer," and grinning leads on the preposterously fun "Looking for a Love" ("Play your guitar, Clarence!") were epic and larger-than-life to my young ears. (And, needless to say, graphically illustrated for me that "Love Stinks" and "Centerfold," however catchy, weren't great rock and roll.) The album foregrounds the band's four-on-the-floor R&R and grinding R&B, generally eschewing the jive shuffle and boogie that, for me, drag down too many of their studio albums of the era. Every song blew me away-the band's tightness, ferocious energy, chops, humor, and sweaty, coiled looseness was everything I was looking for in the early 1980s synth-drum era but didn't know yet. It's not an understatement to say that the album forever imprinted me. I bought Full House at the long-long-gone Backstreet Records in Wheaton, Maryland, a short walk from my house. Geils Band's "Live" Full House was one of the first records I bought with my own money, joining a couple of KISS albums, Marvin Gaye's Trouble Man soundtrack, and the Rolling Stones' Goats Head Soup.
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