According to Pier Pontiff Jim Harris, “It’s the Mayoral Transition Ceremony at 5:30, the Samohi Choir performing at Rusty’s at 5, and the Lincoln Middle School choir at the Merry-Go-Round at 4:45, the same time that Santa Claus is due to arrive. Tonight! – Mayor Phil Brock’s Holiday Celebration on The Pier – At the Carousel, inside, everyone is invited. So this week there are two Highly Recommendeds at one venue – highly unusual, so take advantage, it’s so near Santa Monica.) Thurs 9 p.m., Cinema Bar, Culver City, no cover. (See Hot Club of Los Angeles listing, above. As it always is at the cozy, friendly, live music nearly every night Cinema Bar. Next Thurs – Rick Shea, Tony Gilkyson – When two outstanding singer-songwriter-pickers get together in one band for one night, you know it’s going to be worth the money. You will find it hard to stop smiling all night.” Mon 9 p.m., Cinema Bar, Culver City, no cover. The Hot Club of Los Angeles – Looking for something different? But really good? And on a Monday? Every Monday? They’ll even be there Christmas night – “ Hot Club’s brand of virtuoso, Django-style 1930s gypsy swing jazz is found nowhere else and even if it were, it couldn’t possibly be this good.” These guys are masters, individually and collectively. (No, seriously, only 10 bucks, parking structure next door to Harvelle’s, small room with great sound, cheap drinks – really, just what do you want?) Thurs 8 p.m., Harvelle’s, Santa Monica, $10. Of course, you have got to love the blues. Look up the two dozen I’ve already published. I’m not going to write a paragraph about how great they are. Even with only Billy’s terrestrial friends, it could be jaw-dropping. And his friends? God, or the Devil, might flash onto the stage, all strapped into their Strats. ZZ Top co-founder Gibbons was a phenom at 16, praised and promoted by none other than Jimi. Tonight! – Billy Gibbons & Friends – This will be very electric blues rock guitar heaven. “They either wanted me to tell stories as part of a panel of dinosaurs, or to just play and shut up.” Highly recommended He said he had never before both talked and performed on a TV show. Mick Taylor performed and reminisced twice on my cable TV series, Not Just Another LA Music Show, straight outta SM, and Eagle Rock. I did wind up on Baker Street, at the Beatles’ Apple clothing shop, and thought about buying Ringo’s fleece jacket – no, not his brand, a one-off Tibetan-style, beautifully embroidered sleeveless affair, quite impractical, a coat he wore and let go – but it was $75, a month’s pay for a GI. (The Action? Junior’s Eyes? Clouds?) I keenly assessed the possibilities of gaining closer ground and could not see a path forward that would not get me arrested or punched, so I kept wandering, to explore London. Or it may have been a concert with Brit darlings unknown and/or unwanted by Yank audiences. Why would I not know? Because I wandered in after it started and was at the very back of a quarter million or so, where the figures on stage were ants and the sound was a bit indiscernible. Or it may have been Ten Years After, Fleetwood Mac (when they were a real blues band with a procession of phenom guitarists), Family, Fairport Convention. Oh, to have been there! But the summer before, I was at one of those famous free Hyde Park concerts, not sure about the date but I think it was Pink Floyd, T. Taylor came in for what he thought was some session work but so impressed the Glimmer Twins (M&K) that he was signed up to replace the just-deceased Brian Jones, and two days later, 7/5/69, at the age of 20, debuted as the new Stones guitarist in front of a Hyde Park concert crowd of a quarter million. Impeccable taste.Įspecially for someone barely out of their teens, shoved into the brightest spotlight in rock ‘n’ roll. He never showed off, but was always exquisitely perfect for the moment. And with your eyes closed you can recognize his style in 20 seconds. It was Mick Taylor, and if you want at the instrumental breaks in “Dead Flowers,” live at the world-famous Marquee Club in London, 1971. The Stones ever had? Not Ron Wood, not even Keith. Best bet: reference my past five columns for local ideas, that may not involve any travel or even wrapping. Or try Westside’s Record Surplus, tiny but closer. Try mail order if it’s not too late, probably is, or jump in the car and drive to Hollywood where you will find all you need and millions more at Amoeba. Christmas Eve is in three days, and Hanukkah is movin’ on. But I will complete this column, and you still have to complete your shopping for your music aficionados. But as happens at holiday time, I got overwhelmed, probably like you. I originally intended to identify some super duper box sets of music, LPs/CDs/DVDs/Blue Ray, hi-definition, cool presentations like a fake phonograph or Ray Charles’s suitcase.
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