No Nostalgia has updated their site this week.
They are the label-side of both the Mysteries of Life, whom I’ve written about at length here, and the Vulgar Boatmen, whom I’m overdue to write about.
As with most things, it’s just a matter of sitting down and doing it.
Instead, I’ll call your attention to the No Nostalgia hosted Dale Lawrence article, “On Mashups“, which Eric Sinclair noted to me when it appeared in the Chicago Reader a few weeks back; Dale is writing about his appreciation for the form which is currently best known for propelling Elvis back to his proper #1 place on the charts with “A Little Less Conversation”. Dale does not write about this record however, but rather about more obscure remixes which combine two disparate tracks to create a new work, frequently completely unauthorized. He digs the crazy kids, baby.
I’ll also point out Dale’s recounting of An Extra Week in New Orleans this spring, when he made time, among other things, to attend the Mystic Kights of the Mau-Mau‘s First Annual Ponderosa Stomp.
The Stomp was a nearly-unbelievable lineup of greats and obscurities from the heydey of American regional rock, which I encourage you to learn about both from Dale’s article and from the Mau Mau site.
Dale is the reason I love rock music, no bones about it: his music taught me everything I know and believe on the topic, so reading his account of watching Scotty Moore play “Heartbreak Hotel” in a small-club setting had special meaning for me (Moore was Elvis’ guitarist on most of his early records, including that one).
Too bad Buddy Holly lies in his grave lo these many years, as I nurse the thesis that Holly stands to Dale as Dale stands to me (with the caveat that I’m not in the same musical league, mind you; matters of taste and theory only, uh, theoropositated).
Anyway, at least one good pal of mine was involved in getting the Stomp together, and it pleases me greatly that some sort of dialog should result. In a way that’s not too far fetched, Dale’s music helped make the Stomp a reality, and helped conjure Scotty Moore there in front of him.
It’s a conjure town, they say.