Ever since I met you, honey, I just want to get laid

[sovay]

It improves my mood considerably that I can listen to the Drive's "Jerkin'" (1977) because not only is the song itself a brilliant example of stupid rock, the band existed for a grand total of seven months during which it managed to release one un-radio-playable single, manufacture a scandal, blow an important gig, and implode in a puff of 20/20 hindsight, which sounds like a none more punk biography to me. Any myriad of such one-not-exactly-hit wonders would have bubbled through any scene with a critical exposure to Patti Smith or the Sex Pistols—in this case it was Dundee's—but this one left enough traces that I can, thanks to one of the better functions of the internet, experience all six and a half minutes of their total musical record and read for myself their history according to their lead singer, who really should feel proud that so much pleasure can be transferred through a song about masturbation. It has a two-guitar solo! DIY that slide! The persistence of thrown-at-the-wall weirdness makes me feel better about the world. On that note, because I had recent occasion to, as it were, drag it out, Lou Rand Hogan's The Gay Cookbook (1965).

Comments

[gwynnega]

I had never heard of this before, and I love it. (I had wondered if it was somehow related to The dBs' "Tearjerkin'", but that came out a few years later.)

[asakiyume]

As I was reading this entry I thought, this sounds like something Gwynne might invent, so I was so pleased to see you were the first commenter!

[gwynnega]

I'm pleased you thought this might be something I'd invent!

[sovay]

I had never heard of this before, and I love it.

Hooray! It was completely, randomly new to me and really did make me feel better. I played it over a dozen times in a row.

(I had wondered if it was somehow related to The dBs' "Tearjerkin'", but that came out a few years later.)

I didn't know that one, either, so thanks for bringing it in!