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I believe it was Quentin Tarantino (or perhaps Chief Sitting Bull) who said, "You're either a Beatles man, or an Elvis man." Well, my dad is definitely a Beatles man. By the time I could walk I probably had heard their entire catalog. Fact - they should be called the fetals...(Sliding Doors, anyone? Noonan?)

So it came as no surprise when he pulled out The Move's final studio album, which smacks of the Fab Four from the opening title track:

[ mp3 ]: Move - Message From the Country

turn off your mind, relax and float downstream...I hear me some Tomorrow Never Knows up in this piece. Also a little I Want You (She's So Heavy), especially in the heavy bass lines.

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This is the album that started it all. The Dadsrecords.net project would have never happened if it wasn't for this odd, brilliant, and influential masterpiece. It's one of those records that is constantly being rediscovered. You almost feel proud when you know about it. In a way, I think my dad was showing off when he brought this one out a few years ago.  OF COURSE I had never heard of it. Ackles died in 1999, and hadn't released a record since '73. Upper hand: Dad.

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When I was thirteen, my dad played me Neil Young's Rust Never Sleeps, which leads off with one of his greatest tunes My My, Hey Hey.  Dad was sure to point out his favorite line of the song, "It's better to burn out than to fade away."  For a tweenage boy who hadn't yet reached his nihilistic phase, Burning Out > Fading Away was quite a bit to digest.  Especially on a rainy Sunday after church, when I should more upset about having to rake leaves all afternoon rather than considering my own mortality.

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Joining Elliott Murphy and countless others in line to be deemed "The Next Dylan," Steve Forbert's debut Alive on Arrival is as close to perfect as albums get.  I have the fantastic music blog Sixeyes to thank for exposing me to my first Forbert tune, early last summer.  One listen to Going Down to Laurel, and I was hooked, like Vincent D'Onofrio in The Cell.  (Don't try too hard to remember - there's a reason your brain wants you to forget)

Coincidentally, my friend Bob from Dodger-town (unless I'm mistaken and they refer to it as Clipper-ville) became obsessed with Forbert as well.  When I visited LA that summer, in between multiple playings of Weezer's The Greatest Man That Ever Lived, we pumped the Steve Forbert.  Thirty years after it was released, it was again the song of the summer. 

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When your band is named something like Quicksilver Messenger Service, I suppose you have no choice but to self-title your debut album. The band I played with in high school would have had a self-titled debut called, Looking For Stuff With Elaine. But we only had enough material for an E.P.

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Now, I wasn't alive back then, but what was everyone's obsession with finding the "Next Dylan?" Wasn't one Dylan enough? And also, isn't Bob Dylan so amazing that we really shouldn't expect another version any time soon? He's rock and roll Jesus. If another one of him comes along, it's probably the end times and it's time to start hoarding gas and peanut butter Twix bars. (if anyone knows where to get those please let me know.)   CLICK THROUGH FOR MORE...

 
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'They're actually fairly long songs played very, very quickly.'

When Dad and I went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland this summer, we saw that clip of Joey Ramone at least three times. When we got home, I threw this record on and wow. Nothing more can be written about the Ramones, but it's over twenty years later and people are still trying to be as cool as them.

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When my Dad first handed me this record, I thought, "Great! Saved By the Bell, the album! I'm going to love this - can't wait till Jesse duets with Mr. Belding." (Come on. That cover is ridiculous.) But all tired references to pop cultures favorite not-good-thing aside, this album is not what you'd expect. At all.

If you knew that Rockpile was Nick Lowe & Dave Edmunds' touring band in the late seventies, and they were selling out stadiums and everyone was expecting this album to even better than it was, then you must have been alive back then, and probably find my whole blog project fairly trite. You win.

But for a guy who hadn't heard a Nick Lowe song until he discovered Pure Pop For Now People (ne Jesus of Cool) in his dad's record collection, Seconds of Pleasure is awesome. From start to finish. Great songs delivered with great energy. That Nick Lowe...he's on to something....

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Have to admit I really didn't know anything about Aztec Camera when my Dad gave me this LP, saying, "I didn't listen to this much, but it's a critically acclaimed album." The name was a little off-putting for me. Ancient civilizations are sometimes not great band names - I'm thinking mostly of The Mayan Kings and The Egyptian Lover. (Not to mention King of Prussia, which is a mall/town, but still)

Anyhow, when I first tweeted about listening to this album, at least four people responded that they loved Aztec Camera. I'm not sure if they were critics and that was them acclaiming, but it worked. I like it.

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There are two things my Dad made sure I was a fan of growing up. The first was the Philadelphia Phillies. The second was Neil Young. Last year, my Dad and I saw Neil in concert for the first time together, and the Phillies won the World Series. When I was twenty-eight...it was a very good year....

Anyway, this Neil Young album is kind of like the mid-nineties Phillies teams. It's not that great. But that doesn't mean there aren't great things about it. Sure, there are some really weird tunes, like "Transformer Man." But this album closes really strong, a la Heathcliff Slocumb. "Sample and Hold," "Mr. Soul," and "Like an Inca," are all solid tunes. The album's worth getting for the electronic version of "Mr. Soul" alone.

Check it out. Put on a Devo hat. Do the robot.

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