Areuonsomething.com evolved into a music-oriented site in 2005 and since then we have presented new material on a monthly basis. Every month since our inception we began with a combination rant/current events/obituaries/table of contents page that we cleverly called Greetings. Recently we abandoned our monthly posting schedule and adopted more of a "whenever good new stuff is ready we'll post it if we feel like it" approach, hence there was no longer a need for the Greetings page. Or as we wrote in January of 2006 when we were to hung over to write a proper page: GREETINGS? WE AIN'T GOT TO SHOW YOU NO STINKIN' GREETINGS! There was however a lot of cool stuff on those pages and if you are new to the site and missed 'em we now present some of the high and low lights: October 2006
I took a break from writing from this, my beloved web site, to pursue a few other avenues in life. There's a new girlfriend, a new job, a new liver, and various other things going on in my world, and frankly, the time just wasn't there. Then, this afternoon while sitting on the couch watching a heavily-edited edition of Oliver Stone's Any Given Sunday, I glanced over and saw someone else's copy of the new Rolling Stone magazine. I had a look, and remembered why I started writing for this site in the first place. The mainstream music press is so incredibly full of shit that any effort no matter how small, to put it in it's fucking place, is not only welcome, but also the true music lover's duty. So I thought I would do my duty, and get back into the swing of things here. Let's start it off with a quick list of all the bullshit in this week's Rolling Stone magazine which coaxed me out of my own personal tora bora. It was going to be longer, but after three, I think my thoughts were laid about as bare as could be.
1. The front cover – Where to start? Well it's a music magazine and at the very top of the page we're hit with a story about politics of course – How Bush Fumbled, blah blah blah. Then there's a story about the Rolling Stones making an album – not either of the two that came out in the last 12 months, or the inevitable live album that should be out shortly following the tour. Nope, this story is about an album made three decades ago when only 3 of the band's current 12 man (and woman – can't forget Lisa Fischer) line-up were actually in the group. There's a story on new TV shows, and two stories about hot, sexy (their words) men in music; one on John Mayer, who's apparently a soul man (God I hope Marvin Gaye's dad shoots him too) and one on cover boy Justin Timberlake. Hot and sexy? yeahhhhh. 2. Ads, ads, ads – There are 7 full-page ads in the first ten pages of this issue. Then going through the 105 pages of the issue there are 59 full pages of ads and 46 pages of content. 59 pages of ads and the vast majority of them are NOT for music or even entertainment products. They're for cigarettes, milk, cell phones, cars, computers, Coke, Pepsi and credit cards. Actually as I write this, I'm starting to have a change of heart. You're telling me that for just four bucks I can get information on 59 products I surely need to get though my day and a photo or two of sexy man Justin Timberlake. DEAL! 3. Cartoon on page 8 – On page eight of this issue, dated September 21st, there's a cartoon that deals with 9/11. It suggests we act like nothing happened to make Osama say to himself "Did I not totally knock down those god damn infidel towers." At the end it has the catchy phrase "Never Forget." Never Learn Shit. Ladies and gents, I'm a fan of humor and even like offensive humor. I laughed my ass off at The Aristocrats, and even when Gilbert and South Park poked fun at 9/11, but to publish in a national magazine released on the fifth anniversary of one of the darkest days in American history a fucking cartoon that says we should act like it never happened could only warrant one response from me – FUCK YOU Rolling Stone Magazine. I hope the next plane hits your fucking NYC offices, and while we're at it, hey Jann Wenner, if you hate Bush so much why not try Iran. I'm sure they'd love you there. You could tell them how hot Justin Timberlake's airbrushed buns are while they cut your balls off and feed 'em to you in the name of Allah. Also, I hear they're really itching for news of the new Sean Lennon album which you were good enough to kill millions of acres of trees to publish in your magazine this month only to have not one single person give enough of a shit to actually read the whole thing. Some fucking ultra-liberal environmentalist you turned out to be, you world killer. Mike D'Ariano July 2005 Dedicated to the Honorable Sonny Bono If you click to the Links page and scroll down to the bottom you'll see that this site is dedicated to the memory of the late Honorable Sonny Bono. My friend, the great Dr. David Petrucco, recently asked if that was some kind of joke. The answer is, it's no joke. I'll explain. 4th of July Weekend 2003, Leon and I made our way out to beautiful Hoboken, New Jersey . . . The Catholic Girls were playing at Maxwell's. Our association with this great, back to basics, all female rock group goes back to our MCA days. In fact, most of the staff of this web site was involved in the signing of the group to the label. Professor Brian "Bondito" McAlley gave me a tape, bio, and photo of the unsigned band. I listened, and if truth be told wasn't knocked out. They were great at what they did, but it wasn't my thing. I did love the way they looked – four hotties in Catholic school uniforms. I kept the package on my desk.
Leon was out in the West Coast office and we talked frequently. One day I had to get the spelling of his name right for some album credits . . . Leon Tsilis (pronounced Tillis) wasn't the most common name to spell. As we spoke, I didn't realize it, but I sort of doodled his name all over the photo of the girls. When I hung up and noticed this, I sent him the photo, the tape and bio and a note that said, "Here's a group with your name all over it." What I thought was a joke turned out to be fate because he signed them! There's a lesson in there somewhere. Anyway, now it was the summer of 2003 and the girls were still rockin' out on tunes from all their CD's. I still love "Private School" with the line, "I don't want to go to hell. I don't even want to die." They did some great covers, like The Stones' "Satisfaction," mixed in with their originals.
Between sets we were musing about other tunes they might cover. One tune we came up with was "Needles and Pins" by The Searchers. It's a sensational record that introduced the jingle-jangle 12 string guitar opening a year or so before The Byrds copied it for "Mr. Tambourine Man." Same
night, 3 am, New Jersey Turnpike, CBS-FM, "I Got You Babe"
by Sonny & Cher, I turned it up and marveled at the record's
production. Not only did Sonny write it, he also produced it.
Then it hit me . . . Sonny wrote "Needles and Pins!"
Sonny Bono, whoa! Here's a guy who personified The American dream. He was born first generation Sicilian-American in the 1930s. After finishing high school he drove a meat truck. In between deliveries he'd drop off songs he wrote to record companies along his route – Sunset Strip. In 1964 he and his great looking girlfriend Cherilyn Sarkisian recorded "Baby Don't Go." A 17-year-old Cher was Sonny's honey! Not only that, he made them a hit pop act with a string of hits including "I Got You Babe." When the acid rock era took hold, it was over for many 60's rock acts, but not Sonny & Cher. Sonny reinvented their act for Vegas. It was so successful that it became "The Sonny & Cher Show" on CBS, a hit from '71 to '74. Not a bad life, but there was more. After running 3 restaurants where he received acclaim for his Sicilian-style Italian Cuisine, Sonny entered politics. Fed up with a "failure of leadership", he ran for mayor of Palm Springs and won by the largest majority in the city's history. In 1994 he was elected to the 104th Congress with a 16-point margin of victory. He died skiing into a tree at a place called The Heavenly Ski Resort. You can't make this stuff up. Sonny did it all. What are you waiting for? R.J.
D'Ariano November
2006
One
of the Koreas is ready to nuke the world; Melissa Etheridge’s
partner, Tammy Lynn Michaels, gets friendly with a test tube full
of sperm and has twins; and for Christ’s sake ….Freddy
Fender is dead. With the state of the world constantly shifting
and changing, there are three things that always seem to remain
constant:
I
went to my first concert when I was 8 years old, and it was an
event that changed my life. I was fortunate enough to start off
with a respectable band also. I can stand tall and say that I
saw Foghat, with special guest Bob Seger, in 1976. I mean, I’m
not sure I would admit to remembering my first show if it had
been Leif Garrett or The Starland Vocal Band or some crap. So,
I wanted the same great experience for my son, who is 9 years
old. I wanted to give him a respectable band to start his concert
history with, and who better than Iron Maiden.
As
a young rocker kid, I was influenced by many of rock’s greatest
drummers - one of them being The Runaways’ Sandy West. Sandy
West showed me that girls could rock as hard as boys, and that
there were no boundaries to this thing they called Rock ‘N’
Roll. Sandy lost her long battle with lung cancer on Saturday,
October 21st, and the world lost one of its only female power
drummers. Scott "Dr. Music" Itter February 2006
1941-2006 The
"Wicked" Wilson Pickett was one of the most successful,
dynamic and energetic soul singers of the 1960s. Born March 18,
1941 in Prattville, Alabama, Pickett started singing in the Baptist
choirs of his home town before moving to Detroit at the age of
sixteen. In the late 50s, he made his professional debut as lead
singer of The Violinaires, a popular gospel-harmony group from
the Detroit area, and from 1961 to 1964 performed with The Falcons,
a vocal group which also featured future soul star Eddie Floyd.
Pickett wrote The Falcons' 1962 hit, I Found a Love, and after
a four-year stint with the group, decided to embark on a solo
career, signing with Lloyd Price's Double L Records. At the onset
he met with marginal success, but it was his signing with Atlantic
Records that turned his career around, especially his association
with Atlantic's Jerry Wexler, who arranged the 1965 sessions at
the famous Stax recording studios in Memphis. Pickett came into
his own as a songwriter and collaborated with Booker T. and the
M.G.'s guitarist Steve Cropper on several huge hits including
In the Midnight Hour, one of the most enduring soul classics of
all time. This legendary entertainer had nineteen Top 40 hits
from 1965 to 1972 and was inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall
of Fame in 1991. Sadly,
he passed away on January 19, 2006 at the age of 64 after suffering
a heart attack. He may no longer be with us, but his high-energy
style of soul and rhythm & blues will live on forever.
Lou
Rawls Brian
McAlley April
2005 Mike
D'Ariano
May
2005
It
was close to midnight. Mike and I were sitting in the tapers section
at The Jammy's, a very very cool event (imagine Bonnaroo condensed
into a 5 hour concert) and I was still buzzed because we had seen
Dylan and Merle Haggard the night before at The Beacon. That was
another beautiful night on the planet. It was great to see Ol'
Merle and his terrific band The Strangers get a well deserved
standing ovation in New York City; the only place in the nation
without a country music station, and Bob, well Bob is it, isn't
he? He always was and as recently as last Monday he still is.
His shows with Haggard are history now, but this summer the never
ending tour rolls on with Willie Nelson rejoining the troop. Go
see it! Meanwhile back at the Jammy's we had already enjoyed musical combinations that included John Mayer, Buddy Guy, Mavis Staples, Yonder Mountain String Band, Bruce Hornsby, Keller Williams, and a bunch of other sensational artists and here comes Ryan Adams. He and his band have very large guitars and make an even larger rockin' sound. They're good, but they seem to be trying too hard. They're a little too well put together. What is it? I like them, but I don't trust them. Then he invites Phil Lesh out to jam on "Wharf Rat." I don't know . . . I want to love it. I love Phil, but I don't know about this Adams guy. It makes me miss Jerry. I think he's probably watching all this on TV in some bar out there in the next dimension and (Jerry, help me with this) he smiles and says, "It's pretty cool man. Good to see Phil rockin' out. Pass the peanuts." These were my thoughts. R.J. D'Ariano June
2005
I came to realize this month that creating
this website would be a whole lot easier if I just made shit up.
I came to this conclusion after noticing three separate music
publications run articles this month that just weren't true. I'm
not talking about Rolling Stone naming Hendrix the best guitar
player of all time, which I may disagree with, but is just someone's
opinion.
You may notice that they did play Jessica, but Little Martha and
Blue Sky were not part of the show. If you feel like checking
the Allman Brothers website just to make sure I'm right, go for
it. You'll find as I did when I was doing something called FACT
CHECKING that the magazine didn't make their story up, they just
got it wrong. The band apparently did play Blue Sky and Little
Martha the night before the Big House show, but that's not the
same thing is it? What the magazine wrote was just not true.
It was announced this month in a surprise move, that Warren Haynes who is already in at least five touring bands, will become the latest guitarist to play the part of Ace Frehley in the band Kiss. Since firing Ace a few years back, the band has recruited a number of musicians to don the costume and trademark "Space Ace" make-up. The band's singer/bassist Gene Simmons was quoted as saying, "Warren is just a great guitar player. He may be a little heavy to play the Ace role, but then, I might be a little old to be running around in leather chaps spitting fake blood. It's Kiss, and our fans will buy whatever crap we're selling!" Also
this month, police discovered a plot to assassinate Sir Paul McCartney.
The investigation was launched after Ringo Starr was spotted at
a London nightclub waving a revolver around and screaming, "Where
the fuck is the Walrus!" It is believed that Ringo is upset
not because he has been reduced to playing 1,000 seat clubs while
his ex bandmate is selling out multiple arena dates in every city
he plays, but rather because Paul rejected Ringo's plan for a
world tour dubbed "Beatles Who?" The tour would have
featured both of the surviving members of The Beatles teaming
up with the two surviving members of The Who, in order to have
an entire band of people that fans actually wanted to watch, instead
of one or two stars and a band full of nobodies. The deal was
said to be brokered by Ringo's son, who happens to be among the
current nobodies playing in The Who. You know, I started writing this with a smirk on my face and malicious intent running through my mind, but after pretending I was writing at a real magazine - i.e. making up a bunch of crap and presenting it as truth - I realized just how much fun it could be! I think from this issue on, I'll write whatever the hell I want, facts be damned. It feels good to be liberated! Mike D'Ariano September
2005 It
may be September, but it's still an endless summer for some folks.
While Brian Wilson and company have been dazzling summer concert
goers with his live version of Smile, Mike Love and The Beach
Boys were, and are still, out on the road doing what Love has
been doing since 1961.
I
guess some people are just controversial and Mike has fallen into
that category for years. Just the other day there was an article
in The New York Daily News by Phil Roura where Love commented,
"…of all the genres of music from the 60's, only The
Beach Boys, The Beatles, and Motown remains tremendously popular
today." When he was reminded that The Rolling Stones were
currently on a sold out tour he said, "They're a great band
but musically speaking, their arrangements can't compare to The
Beatles arrangements and Brian Wilson's ability to arrange the
hits he did." We love you Mike, and you certainly are entitled
to your opinions, but after reading that, I had to wonder if,
maybe, you've been out in the sun a little too long. 44 years
as a Beach Boy seems to have messed with your mind a little, but,
like I said, we love you. R.J. D'Ariano November
2005 It's
Autumn and the fall foliage – nature's brilliant show of
color – is upon us. The cover of George Wesley's latest CD,
"When I'm Next To You, I Feel Lucky" has a shot of the
artist with his guitar on his back and his arms extended as he
basks in the glory of a vibrant golden-leafed tree, and throws
his ego aside as he pays homage to this magnificent time of the
season.
The
only difference between Wesley and let's say Dave Mathews, or
Bruce Springsteen or Bob Marley is that you've never heard of
him. The man is as good as any of them and a hell of a lot better
than some other major stars who shall go nameless (Sting, Mellencamp,
and that early MTV crowd . . . sorry, I couldn't resist). He should
be a superstar. OK, now you've heard of him and you owe it to
yourself to go to his web site, buy his CDs and go see him live
whenever you can. R.J. D'Ariano March
2006
Couple this uncharacteristic breach of ultra-privacy with the recent announcements that Guns N' Roses will be headlining at least 5 major festivals this summer (including the monster Rock In Rio Festival in May) and it seems like all the rumors about Chinese Democracy finally coming out this year may actually have some merit to them. One interesting side note: In one of these festivals the co-headliner will be Metallica, who previously said that playing with Guns N' Roses was the best possible example of "how not to tour." And on another, the band will share the bill with Motley Crue, whose lead singer Vince Neil once challenged Axl to a fight on Pay Per View. It just goes to show, never say never. As for an official album release date, there of course is none. Ex-Gunner Slash, says that the record will be out this month. I'll believe it when I see it . . . but never say never. Mike D'Ariano June
2006 Paul
McCartney turns 64 this month. We'll pass on the….Ya say
it's your birthday/will ya still need me, will ya still feed me
and all that…. and just say that during his 6-plus decades
on the planet he's offered us some great insights on life or as
he calls it, "The wonder of it all baby."
His
philosophy on working for a living shows up in "Live
and Let Die": "What does it matter to ya, when you got
a job to do, Ya got to do it well, You got to keep the other fella
happy." R.J. D'Ariano September 2006
Arthur
Lee, the incredibly gifted 61-year-old singer and guitarist for
the influential '60s-era band Love, died in a Memphis hospital
on August 3, 2006 after a year-long battle with acute myeloid
leukemia. The brilliant, yet oft-troubled Lee spent most of his
remaining months in the hospital undergoing chemotherapy and an
experimental umbilical-cord blood treatment. After three rounds
of chemotherapy failed, several benefit concerts were held in
Britain and the United States to help him cover his medical expenses.
In June, longtime fan Robert Plant headlined a benefit concert
at The Beacon Theater in New York City which raised over $50,000
(Plant cited the influence of Mr. Lee and Love in his acceptance
speech at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1995).
A native of Memphis, Lee moved to Los Angeles in the early '60s to work as a session musician and songwriter. "My Diary," one of his earliest compositions, was recorded by R&B singer Rosa Lee Brooks, and featured a young Jimi Hendrix on electric guitar. Lee and Hendrix would work again several years later on a tune called "The Everlasting First" from Love's "False Start" album (1970) and also on a tune called "Girl on Fire" which emerged as a single in 1994. After performing with an instrumental band called The LAGS, Lee was influenced by the burgeoning LA rock scene and in 1965 decided to form a new band called The Grass Roots. Since that name was already taken by an up-and-coming recording act, Lee chose the name Love. The band quickly developed a cult following on LA's Sunset Strip club scene and caught the attention of Elektra Records (primarily a folk label at the time) who immediately signed them. Love's explosive self-titled debut album, released in 1966, was the first rock release in Elektra's history, and spawned a minor hit with their unique version of Burt Bacharach's "My Little Red Book." The following year the band released the more ambitious "Da Capo" LP, which exceeded all expectations and included some of the finest material of Lee's career.
By
the time Love released their third album, "Forever Changes"
in the later part of 1967, they had become one of the most popular
and influential bands in the Los Angeles area – so influential
in fact that they used their clout to get their friends, a local
band called The Doors, signed to Elektra. "Forever Changes"
was a landmark artistic achievement which earned Lee the reputation
as being a trailblazing musical visionary (credit must also go
to fellow band mate Bryan MacLean for his excellent contributions),
and even though the album was not a hit, it has gone on to achieve
classic status as one of the greatest rock albums ever recorded.
"Forever Changes" however, turned out to be the last
essential Love album, as Lee's increasingly paranoid and erratic
behavior began to take hold. Lee reformed the band with a new
group of musicians and continued to release records under the
Love name until the early '70s, but none of them ever captured
the greatness of "Forever Changes." Speaking about the tragic loss of one of music's finest, Lee's manager Mark Linn issued the following statement on August 4: "Arthur
Lee died peacefully at Methodist Hospital in Memphis, a little
after four in the afternoon August 3, 2006 with his wife Diane
by his side. His death comes as a shock to me because Arthur had
the uncanny ability to bounce back from everything, and leukemia
was no exception. He was confident that he would be back on stage
by the fall. When I visited with him recently, he was visibly
moved by the stories and pictures from the NYC benefit concert.
He was truly grateful for the outpouring of love from friends
and fans all over the world since news of his illness became public.
Arthur always lived in the moment, and said what he thought when
he thought it. I'll miss his phone calls, and his long voice messages,
but most of all I'll miss Arthur playing Arthur's music." Brian McAlley |
