Phil Upchurch Combo, You Can't Sit Down, 1961
Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, The Lonely Bull, 1962
Booker T. and the M. G. s, Green Onions
The Tornados, Telstar, 1962. About the first telecommunications satellite.
Mason Williams, Classical Gas, 1968
Michael Bloomfield, Carmelita's Skiffle, 1969
Dick Dale. Let's Go Trippin,' 1961. Not about drugs; pre-psychedelic.
Dave Brubeck, Take Five
The Shadows, Apache, 1960
Lonnie Mack, Memphis, 1963
Ventures, Penetration, 1963. Cheesy version. Much better 1981 version. Still boring.
Ventures, Walk Don't Run, 1960.
Jorma Kaukonen's Embryonic Journey from The Jefferson Airplane's Surrealistic Pillow LP, 1967.
Bent Fabric, Alley Cat, 1962.
The Village Stompers, Washington Square, 1963.
Kenny Ball, Midnight in Moscow, 1962.
David Rose, The Stripper, 1962.
Acker Bilk, Stranger on the Shore, 1962.
Dick Dale and the Deltones, Misirlou, 1963. If surf music had a father, Dick Dale was the man.
The Chantays, Pipeline, 1963. A nice college boy effort, but the definitive version is the Dick Dale and Stevie Ray Vaughan cover.
Floyd Cramer, Last Date, 1960. She was the world to you, but your love went unrequited. You've just seen her for the last time. But she'll haunt your dreams for the rest of your life. You stumble back to your apartment, fighting back the tears, pour yourself a stiff one, and cue up Floyd Cramer. But time passes, and soon with Floyd's help, you are
On the Rebound, 1961.
Al Kooper and Michael Bloomfield, Albert's Shuffle, 1968. Two Jews play the blues. A fine example of cultural appropriation. We need more cultural appropriation.
Duane Eddy, Raunchy, 1963
The Champs, Tequila, pre-'60s, 1958, to be exact. And not entirely instrumental. The lyrics consist of one word-type 'Tequila' tokened three times. Tequila is what I am drinking right now and what my 1966 self is playing below at a high school talent show. I'm wearing a Bob Dylan-type cap.
From a long-time reader:
Your 'Sat nite oldies' this evening was a great head-trip for me; you hit a lot of buttons, reminded me of a few girls, and some easy days of summer with Booker T. and Bent Fabric; also at that time,"Midnight in Moscow" just flat ruined me for other music for a year or so - it produced in me a heady mix of scandal, sin, sex, high excitement, I was ready to go to any place that resembled that music. I'd never seen a strip show, but 'The Stripper' - just the music - at that time made me think I'd maybe been missing a good time. I missed too many, as an aside.Yeah, once wept in my beer to good ol' Floyd too: some dame? (I was going to say 'some girl' but 'dame' seems to fit better with beer and weeping. Hmmm....'broad' even better? Must think deeply on this.)I would toast 'Tequila' with you but there's none of the noble drop about. I hope you are enjoying yours, and thinking fondly about that talent show - great pic!To avoid a longish ramble, upon which I am on the verge (intentionally mangled verbiage there :-)) - I'll say goodnight. Goodnight, Mate! Thanks for a good 'Oldies.'
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