Posts Tagged ‘Greg Lake’

Bootleg City: 3 in New York City, April ‘88

Happy Fourth of July, everyone! As the mayor of Bootleg City, it’s my responsibility to give you the best aural fireworks display money can buy, but therein lies the problem — Bootleg City has run out of money.

You see, Fiscal Year 2008 was kind of a downer in Bootleg City, just as it was for many other cities around the world. Did you hear Gotham City is liquidating its entire police department and putting all further law enforcement in Batman’s hands? And in Erotic City, the Fruit on the Bottom Edible Underwear factory closed earlier this year, putting thousands of citizens out of work and forcing them to wear real underwear for the first time. Mayor P.R. Nelson responded to the crisis by saying, “If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time. Thoughts of pretty you and me, Erotic City come alive,” which seems to indicate City Hall is heavily courting the cuckoo-clock industry to set up shop there sometime soon.

Here in Bootleg City I was hoping to present you with a great Jackson 5 bootleg on the Fourth, but instead you’ll have to settle for 3. You remember 3, don’t you? Yeah, neither do I, but here’s a little bit of background …

Popular prog-rock trio Emerson, Lake & Palmer broke up in 1979. Six years later, keyboardist Keith Emerson and bassist Greg Lake got back together without drummer Carl Palmer, who was in Asia at the time (the ’80s supergroup, not the continent; then again, I don’t have the man’s itinerary for that decade, so anything’s possible), and formed Emerson, Lake & Powell with drummer Cozy Powell. ELP thus became a slightly different ELP, with a drummer whose initials were the same as the first guy’s. Totally uncool, guys. But at least Steve Augeri, the Steve Perry look- and soundalike who replaced Perry in Journey in the late ’90s, can’t say a precedent hadn’t already been set.

ELP2 broke up after one album, at which point Emerson got back together with Palmer and they added a new guy, Robert Berry, on bass. Somewhere along the way they must have decided “EBP” wasn’t catchy enough, so they did a quick head count and came up with “3,” giving Geffen Records’ marketing department a terrific reason to reach for the nearest noose.

Like ELP2, 3 only recorded one album: 1988’s To the Power of Three. On April 14 of that year they performed a show at the Ritz in New York City that was then broadcast on WNEW-FM, and is brought to you today by our own Dw. Dunphy. Thanks for the bootleg, Dw.!

Next week the citywide budget cuts continue, with a bootleg of Three Dog Night performing one song — Nilsson’s “One,” of course — that will only be available for download for half a minute. We all have to make sacrifices, people.

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Bottom Feeders: The Ass End of the ’80s, Part 52

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Judging solely by the comments in the last few weeks, it seems like you thought the letter K wasn’t quite as killer as some other letters of the alphabet. I mean, if Chris X can’t find anything worth talking about two weeks in a row, I know I have some problems. But hey, that’s the way the letter bounces, or something like that. A quick glance at the 12th letter of the alphabet shows four weeks’ worth of songs to pick back up where K ran Bottom Feeders into the ground.

And hey, did you notice the number of this post? Fifty-two! That means one full year of Bottom Feeders! Now, if you want to get technical and point out that I reached my first anniversary at Popdose at the beginning of April (the site’s December “furlough,” a 2008 recap, and a week off prevented me from reaching #52 sooner), you could — but why take away from my fun?

Why is this such a big deal to me? After all, most of the writers contribute much more than I do and, frankly, know way more about music than I do. But see, here’s the thing — unbeknownst to our loving editor-in-chief, Jeff, I start projects like this all the time, get six weeks in, and run out of steam. I always think I’m going to enjoy talking about my passion, but then I realize I don’t have the time or the energy to keep going.

But there are two things that are totally different this time. The first is that you actually comment! That’s a big driving factor, of course. But the real reason I think I’ve been able to not just hold on but enjoy this so much is that it’s a fucking cool thing, isn’t it?

I mean, who the hell does this shit? What sane person says, “Sure, I’ll take two and a half years out of my life to write about the ass end of one of the worst decades of music in history”? Everyone talks about “Welcome to the Jungle,” but no one mentions Lorenzo Lamas’s music career, and for good reason. But everyone needs a purpose, right?

God, I hope this isn’t my only purpose in this world.

Anyway, off my ego-trippin’ soapbox I go, but first a big thanks to those reading and/or commenting who’ve kept me motivated. Now, on to the letter L, as we check out the songs that charted no higher than #41 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in the 1980s.

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