Oh man, this is a perfect example of why we love what we do and why you love us. We’ve been tuned into Pearl Charles since 2010 when DHR was writing about music for a local newspaper and became involved with putting a show together at The Comic Bug in Manhattan Beach, CA which was centered around The Blank Tapes and Dirdy Birdy but also included the unannounced (even to us) Driftwood Singers – a very old school American folk-oriented acoustic duet featuring Pearl… From there we watched her join forces with The Blank Tapes, maybe we partied together a tad here and there, then we were happy to include tunes from her psyched out poprock EP from 2015 in various DHR DJ sets for surf contests and brewery events; and now, well, on the same day as her album release party at The Echo in Los Angeles, we’ve got a new pearl to add to our necklace…
A new LP greets us in 2018 with a wholly unexpected new turn and sound from the Pearl Charles we thought we knew. The lovely lady has seen fit to keep us on our toes while skipping across town on the heels of what she’s decided to leave behind and take with her. Sitting, listening, and thinking, the brainstorm which comes to mind showers down thoughts of Blondie and The Eagles making a baby in Gram Parson’s Joshua Tree Inn quarters while Bee Gees massage the voyeuristic shoulders of Fleetwood Mac kneeling before the keyhole with a satisfied grin. Twangy country slide guitar settles in almost seamlessly next to pop and disco sensibility. Picturing a short white dress clad gal rollerskating across a humid, dusty dirt desert floor, grooving without looking back, too long.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know, we know, we know… It’s about dang time we got The Eagle Rock Gospel Singers slaying it down in the DHR mix! We’ve certainly meant to for a good long time now, and have been working on it – it’s just like, you know, sometimes it takes a day to read a book, sometimes a year… sometimes an hour to devour a meal, sometimes a blink… Well, we’ve done read the book and said our prayers before the meal, so, without further delay: please welcome the booming thunderin’ pound of The Eagle Rock Gospel Singers to our curated global hangout for good and important music!
Roxy Music lead guitarist’s fine-ass debut solo LP, with help from fools like Robert Wyatt (Soft Machine, Matching Mole, etc.), Brian Eno, and John Wetton (King Crimson, Family), among others. This track (featured below) representing Manzanera’s pre-Roxy outfit Quiet Sun; which he left to form Roxy Music, but reassembled for a proper LP in 1975 following his solo debut. It’s almost too easy.
DEFINITELY not an LP for everyone (or rather just anyone), but shamelessly hanging onto its beauty for any brave travelers lost or found enough to come or go wandering up or down this path… Comprised of a Cat Side (Side A) and a Dog Side (Side B), the 2nd happens to be a lot more accessible – so in its way, this album mirrors real life .
So we made a discovery. Not like how good cottage cheese actually goes with papaya (truly, it does); but more like how good pornography goes with the volume turned up. No, we’re not that awful, just referring to combined stimuli banging on the senses. (Okay, so we are bad.)
At any rate, every high-schooler at one point or another probably has done or did the ol’ press play on The Wizard Of Oz film (with no sound) and Pink Floyd “Dark Side Of The Moon” album (cranked up) at the same time, thereafter straining, most likely easily and gladly enough with a good buzz cruising, to convince themselves that the audio and visual presentations coincide in some uncanny and unplanned copacetic harmony, only to later reflect upon the entire ordeal having largely hung by the thread of the fact that (depending on which “roar of the MGM lion” you press play for the movie) it really just comes down to the cash machine opening of the album track “Money” cha-chinging right when the flick jolts from black and white to color. Beautiful. Sincerely. However… We fortuitously stumbled upon something that makes it all seem like kindergarten camp at your local pond compared to overnighting in the Himalayas.
Enter: the animated film Heavy Metal (1981) meets AR & The Machines“The Green Journey (1971).”
Can’t tell you which lion roar, can’t remember any lions… But the synchronicity is jaw-dropping. Every tone, mood, motion, shift, feeling – every nuance of every moment just fit, between the two. We think. It happened by intended chance with no expectation for outcome other than colorful visual accompaniment to a mind-blowing musical progenitor. So try for yourself, and maybe let us know if we’re cookoo… We’ve never heard of this being done prior.