The Victors
Sage 101
Box 549, Kennett, Missouri
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Sage 101
Box 549, Kennett, Missouri
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Singer, songwriter, arranger, record producer, manager, founder, playwright, and religious annoncer, Bill Spivery was an on-air personality in Cleveland for over 40 years. He wrote one of the most popular gospel songs to come out of Cleveland : « Operator, Get Me Jesus On the Line ».
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Weird teen tragedy song "You Will Reap..." about taking too many pills and jumping off a high building - The flip side is Little Black Shoes which has the feel of an old country ballad - not exactly but the general feel.
"A Denver-based group, the Shelltones would likely have participated in the vibrant teen rock ‘n’ roll scene that extended north to Boulder and Fort Collins and south to Colorado Springs in the early and mid-‘60s.
The eerie “Blue Castaway,” written by Cary Theil, the group’s bassist, would be the Shelltones’ only commercial release. The perfect vessel for the cavernous production qualities of Band Box’s south Broadway studios, “Blue Castaway” takes the tremolo-driven atmospherics of the Islanders’ “Enchanted Sea” and the Safaris’ “Lonely Surf Guitar” and, to a certain degree, the Viscounts’ “Harlem Nocturne” to some new, lonelier place.
Flipside “Mark’s Blues,” another instrumental, features the hot fretwork of guitarist Mark Bretz. After the Shelltones, Bretz would play keyboards with Denver-area garage band the Wild Ones in the mid-‘60s before joining, as guitarist, a late incarnation of Boulder’s nationally-known rock ‘n’ rollers the Astronauts in 1967. Bretz would remain with the Astronauts through their name change to SunshineWard before settling in Denver for a career as a music teacher."
Office Naps
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Morpheus* Guitar : Rog Hegeman
Movin'
Stranger on the Shore
Sleepwalk
Baja
Will You Still Love Me?
Checkmate
You Can't Sit Down
A Love Affair
New Wrinkle
Penetration
Ebb Tide
Medley : Money, Wipe Out,What'd I Say')
From 1964, out of Lawrenceville,New Jersey, comes The Toads with their self-titled LP on no name label. It was produced by Kenneth Raymond Wight Associates,Princeton New Jersey. Garage frat record instrumental. They sound a bit like The Ventures. Mostly covers.
The group was the pride of the Lawrenceville Prep School in Lawrenceville,New Jersey! The group was anchored by Dusty Stretch on drums. Dusty Stretch and another group member had been, several years earlier, in the Lawrenceville Prep School Band, Davy And The Badmen. The other two members had been in the Chessmen, another Lawrenceville band!
Flight Of PegasusSide Two – 38414
Oceans Of Fantasy
The World To Be
Lost In The Pain
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Journey
Inner Reflections
Field Of Lonely Eyes
Future
I was born in 1954 in Topeka, KS, but raised in Kansas City, MO. My full name is Michael Angelo Nigro. I began my recording career in 1975 by becoming a studio musician at Liberty Recording in Kansas City. Between recording commercials and backing other artists I started doing my own recordings. This was the birthplace of the original Michaelangelo album. After about a year I left Liberty Recording to become a studio musician at Big-K records, also in Kansas City. By coincidence Big-K used the same type of recording equipment as Liberty Recording, so I finished mixing the first album there. It was released under the Guinn label in 1977 and was a limited release with only 500 of them pressed.Read more HERE
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Children stare into space,
And contemplate a mongrel race,
Of those who eat our bones with grace,
With sin dehind their faces.
Thirsty men will dig their wells,
And drink the words that they will sell,
And hear the lies that they will tell,
Or change the words in places.
Bon Jour Mr. VIP, you’ve fooled us well,
You’ve mastered your deception so well, so well,
Greedy fools will sell their soul,
And masquerade from hot to cold,
And then deny their being told,
With grins upon their faces.
Corporations smear the count,
And terminate the ones who dought,
The righteous wrong of their amount,
And leave to them no traces.
Respective hippocritic thieves,
Who swear to God and make believe,
The truth is all that they perceive,
While dollar bills he chases.
They’re the cancer of our times,
Suppressing us into the binds,
Of this is yours and that is mine,
Your names he then erases.