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| Saint Sway |
Dear Pug,
As you know, I truly enjoy reading your riveting posts about Chicago baseball teams. ALMOST as much as I enjoy reading your scintillating posts about Pearl Jam songs I've never heard of, uses of ADDA and prospective deals you've proposed at sales conventions.
So naturally, when I heard that your beloved Sox were in NY this weekend I knew I HAD to attend and see for myself what all the hype is about.
My excitement was at an all-time high when I settled into my seats behind the Yankee dugout and learned that many of the Yankee All-Stars were not playing and had been replaced by a team of AAA players!! I quickly ordered some New Amsterdam Ale's from the waitress and eagerly awaited the trouncing that the Champs would be putting on this team of hacks. I knew that in not time they would be blaring Journey over the PA system!!
But wait... Something unexepected happened! The mighty Sox lost!
Oh well. No biggie. I know my friend Pug would want me to return on Saturday and then I would surely see what the hype was about.
But wait... The mighty Sox were crushed 14 to 3. By minor leaguers!!! Let me tell you, there wasn't enough beer in the stadium to get me thru this one. Sadly, no one wanted to join me in singing a drunken version of "Don't Stop Believing" from the 7th inning on. And I was soon kindly escorted from behind the dugout to the stadium entrance by some nice gentleman in blue uniforms.
Sunday morning, I awoke very hangover, but determined to return to see Pug's beloved Sox trounce the Yankees. I had not given up faith!!! And was, in fact, "holding on to that feeling"
Due to my sluggish state, I arrived late to the game and missed the Free Giveaway at the door. No big deal, as it appeared they had been giving out brooms and since my house cleaner already owns one I didn't see the point in bringing her a broom home.
But what was disappointing that day was to sit thru yet another trouncing of the Sox. WTF??? I don't understand? How could this happen?? Certainly my dear Pug would not stear me wrong!! But wait.... was this a set up?? Was Pug deceiving me all this time about the mighty Sox?? Had I been tricked?? I don't know for sure? But I do know that after this enormous let down of a weekend I will definately think twice about attending any Pearl Jam shows solely based on Pugs advice! As well as the fall mini tour and a pharmeceutical sales convention in West Virginia!
To quote the most talked about band on this website: "I wont get fooled again!"
With love and much less respect,
Your friend, Sway.
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| jb |
Yankees will win despite injuries...Red Sox and White Sox both
did not deserve title as it was very weak competition and they fell into it.. |
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| RollingstonesUSA |
quote:
jb wrote:
Yankees will win despite injuries...Red Sox and White Sox both
did not deserve title as it was very weak competition and they fell into it..
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| Egbert |
White Sox did not use ADDA for Yankee series? |
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| Saint Sway |
no ADDA = no wins = no Journey songs = Sway stops believin |
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| jb |
quote:
Saint Sway wrote:
no ADDA = no wins = no Journey songs = Sway stops believin
Pugs new Jouney cover band has him playing Randy "the dog" Jackson on bass........................I honestly never listened to an entire Jouney song in my life.
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| Saint Sway |
quote:
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Pugs new Jouney cover band has him playing Randy "the dog" Jackson on bass........................I honestly never listened to an entire Jouney song in my life.
fitting use for his pink bass!
what pizza parlors are they playing?? |
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| Saint Sway |
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what pizza parlors are they playing??
www.tommys-place.com/bands.htm |
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| voodoopug |
I have been humiliated!
The White Sox have made me look bad. I have written to GM Kenny Williams and told him that I do not deserve this humiliation.
I dished it out when it was rightfully deserved last New Years Eve, and now I have no choice but to stand here and take it, as I deserve it now!
There will always be a warm place in my bowells for Sway, but sadly, right now he is calling it like it is, and ADDA suggests his points are currently unable to be rebutted!
Thankfully, I have other merits to maintain my status as an elite poster and a top stones fan!
FYI, I will be at the American Association for Clinical Chemistry Show next week. I invite all of you to stop by my booth to learn the latest in sterile liquid transfer! |
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| Saint Sway |
quote:
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FYI, I will be at the American Association for Clinical Chemistry Show next week. I invite all of you to stop by my booth to learn the latest in sterile liquid transfer!
Sounds exciting.
but more importantly, please remember to have pictures taken of you at the booth educating convention goers. This is exactly the type of barder/trade we need to obtain the transcript!!! Surely Voodoo will hapily trade the transcript for exciting AACC Show photos to use as Header Pics!!
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| voodoopug |
quote:
Saint Sway wrote:
Sounds exciting.
but more importantly, please remember to have pictures taken of you at the booth educating convention goers. This is exactly the type of barder/trade we need to obtain the transcript!!! Surely Voodoo will hapily trade the transcript for exciting AACC Show photos to use as Header Pics!!
Good point! Many will be miserable at the convention though due to wearing a suit while suffering through 100 degree heat with top humidity! |
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| Saint Sway |
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voodoopug wrote:
Good point! Many will be miserable at the convention though due to wearing a suit while suffering through 100 degree heat with top humidity!
Perfect! sounds like just the type of pics we need!
I suspect it was very hot and humid in the tent. The crack panel of Stones experts looked a bit "sluggish", no? Must of been the heat... |
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| monkey_man |
Sadly all will be humiliated by the METS this year!!! |
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| pdog |
quote:
jb wrote:
I honestly never listened to an entire Jouney song in my life.
[Edited by jb]
I litened to an hours worth of Journey. Philly opening for The Stones in 1981. Worst band ever, except for The Eagles! |
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| voodoopug |
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Saint Sway wrote:
Perfect! sounds like just the type of pics we need!
I suspect it was very hot and humid in the tent. The crack panel of Stones experts looked a bit "sluggish", no? Must of been the heat...
I have made arrangements for the next press conference to be held indoors under heavy AC (the tent will be added and fake outdoor scenery as well to convince viewers that these gallant men are braving the elements...what a ruse!) |
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I don't understand what your doing when you post these random photos. I mean, are you trying to copy the style of the great Joey? There's only one. |
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| Nellcote |
It was 30 years ago this month, a Wicked Pissa time!
Boston Legal
Thirty years ago, Tom Scholz redefined feel-good rock ’n’ roll. The positive vibe did not extend to the members of his band, who’ve spent the decades since spinning more lawsuits than hits.
By Ted Drozdowski
In the summer of 1976, the stink of Nixon hovered over the presidential contest between Gerald Ford and Jimmy Carter. The energy crisis dogged the U.S. economy, the CIA was embroiled in a wire tapping controversy, race riots flared in Southie, and Hurricane Belle thundered up the East Coast, dumping five inches of rain on New England and causing millions of dollars in damage. It was a long, fretful summer.
It was also the summer of Boston.
Thirty years ago next month, Boston the band released Boston the album and, briefly, Boston the city was up there with L.A. and New York in the rock-and-roll rankings. While the Hub has produced other chart-topping bands—Aerosmith, the J. Geils Band, the Cars—none roared onto the scene quite like Boston, whose first album went on to sell 17 million copies, making it the bestselling debut in rock history. Within weeks of its release, the refrain from the album’s biggest hit was everywhere, blaring from radios on Revere Beach, mangled by cover bands in Reno, paraphrased by construction workers in Des Moines:
More than a feeling
More than a feeling
Duh-dah-duh-duh-dah-duh-duh
MORE THAN A FEEEEELING
Incredibly, until the release of Boston, the band had never played a note outside the Watertown basement of its leader Tom Scholz. It wasn’t even a band—just Scholz and singer Brad Delp, laboring for hundreds of hours to get Scholz’s artistic vision on tape. A lanky, 6-foot-6 MIT grad, Scholz never quite fit the rock star mold—he was too ungainly, too cerebral. While other rock-and-roll hopefuls strutted around looking photogenic, Scholz spent his time tinkering in his basement studio-laboratory. He invented an electronic device called a chorus pedal, which made his guitars sound like a symphony of six-strings. Aided by his gadgetry, he and Delp layered the singer’s voice until he sounded like a one-man angel choir. The arrangements—Boston’s big, glossy wall of sound—redefined the soft-rock genre.
“I remember how sonically advanced they were,” says Carter Alan, assistant program director for Boston classic-rock radio station WZLX, who had just arrived in the city when Boston came out. “The first thing I did when I moved into my Allston roach motel was set up my stereo. Those songs made my crappy little speakers sound incredible.”
There was another, deeper reason Boston resonated with listeners. While its sound may have been complex, the band’s message wasn’t. Boston’s joyful melodies and idealist lyrics were a bromide for the national hangover of Vietnam and Watergate. Not since the Beach Boys emerged from the tense days of the Cold War had a group so gleefully reignited the embers of the fading American Dream. The message Boston spread was: Smile.
Yet this feel-good vibe did not always extend to the people who played in the band. In fact, in the early years there seemed to be an inverse relationship between the joy Boston brought to its fans and the misery it caused its members. And with every sing-along, toe-tapping hit the band produced, that misery intensified.
FOR SCHOLZ, Boston was the American dream. When he and Delp recorded the songs for their first album—on funky equipment Scholz had stitched and bolted together—the guitarist was on the verge of going broke. He’d spent the past six years having his tapes snubbed by record labels. “I had enough money for one last demo,” he says. “I wouldn’t even say we were struggling. It was groveling.”
Whatever it was, it paid off: Three major labels expressed interest in the demo; Scholz eventually signed with a fourth, CBS Records. Still Scholz, an abidingly cautious person, refused to give up his day job. “I never thought this would be successful,” he says. “I had spent years recording and writing music for people who said it sucked.” Then, one day, a co-worker came running into Scholz’s office at Polaroid—where he worked as a senior engineer—and said that he had just heard one of Boston’s songs on the radio. “Suddenly,” Scholz says, “we were ’70s superstars.”
One of the more famous images of Boston at the time shows them on the wing of a chartered jet, the band’s logo emblazoned on the fuselage, their hair enormous and their eyes obscured by mirrored shades. Another photo has Scholz onstage, in full rock star mode, clad in a groin-hugging white jumpsuit and brandishing a Les Paul guitar above his head in triumph. The Boston brand was distinctive and lucrative—and trouble started the moment people began sparring for pieces of it. Boston’s breakthrough summer would be followed by a succession of bitter struggles for ownership of the band’s name.
Scholz, meanwhile, went about generating material in the way he always had—slowly, methodically, with a compulsive attention to detail—which didn’t please the executives at his record company, who placed more emphasis on volume than perfection. Before long, it seemed, everybody associated with the band was involved in a feud with somebody else. These weren’t your typical rock-and-roll battles—the squalid, operatic free-for-alls involving drugs and egos and sex and betrayal. The band’s implosion was less Behind the Music than Judge Judy—a series of squabbles that escalated, in time, into a catalog of costly lawsuits.
THE DRAMA STARTED during the making of Don’t Look Back, the second LP in a multi-album deal Boston had signed with CBS. Six months into recording, CBS lost patience with Scholz’s pace, demanding that he hand over the master tapes—which Scholz says his manager Paul Ahern eventually did—despite his insistence that the album wasn’t ready. When the LP was issued, in August 1978, Scholz received bitter vindication: Don’t Look Back sold half of the 8 million copies Boston scored right after its release.
As work began on the third album, in 1980, the tension between Scholz and the record company intensified. Again, the meticulous musician wasn’t making records as quickly as CBS would have liked. So when word got out that he’d agreed to produce an album for Sammy Hagar, the label intervened, ordering Scholz to finish Boston’s third album first.
Legally, CBS seemed to have Scholz dead to rights. The deal between him and the company—signed by his manager Ahern—stipulated that CBS was entitled to two albums every nine months for five years. All the same, Scholz stubbornly vowed to take his time on album number three, which didn’t sit well with CBS president Walter Yetnikoff, a high-octane megalomaniac once described by a competitor as “Dennis the Menace as Attila the Hun.” CBS began withholding royalties from the first two Boston albums. In 1983, Yetnikoff filed a $20 million breach of contract suit against the guitarist.
While Scholz allows that he’s not the most prolific musician in the world, he’s since framed this conflict as a David versus Goliath morality tale. “I was the goose that laid the golden eggs, and in 1981 they were not coming fast enough,” he wrote in a 2002 open letter on the fan site Boston.org. “Finally… the decision was apparently made to kill the goose.”
This tone continues throughout. Clearly, Scholz felt screwed over not only by CBS but also by his bandmates—specifically those who joined Boston after he and Delp recorded the demo for the first album and who, according to Scholz, shared credit and royalties for tracks they played little part in making. “Hopeful that this generous arrangement would eliminate envy within the ranks,” he wrote, “I was soon to learn some bitter lessons about human nature.”
According to Scholz, bassist Fran Sheehan and drummer Sib Hashian, two of the “Johnnies-come-lately” he so disdained, sided with CBS in a bid to force him out of the band. “Presumably,” he wrote on Boston.org, “they would get to pick the spoils after the kill and capitalize on the name Boston without me. The apparent zeal with which they testified to help CBS end my career, knowing that I had found them struggling in North Shore bars and handed them this opportunity, was devastating.”
After much bickering and maneuvering, Sheehan and Hashian went on to file a suit in the late ’80s, claiming they owned 20 percent of the Boston brand. Scholz was livid. As he says now, “These guys came out of nowhere and got taught how to play the songs and they’re filthy rich and now they’re suing?” Eventually, Scholz settled out of court with his ex-bandmates, who are no longer involved in the music business.
At around the same time Scholz was fighting what he saw as Sheehan and Hashian’s plot to hijack Boston, he also had a dispute with guitarist Barry Goudreau—who, in 1980, either left the band or was forced out, depending on whom you ask. Either way, Goudreau’s departure was a blow for Scholz. The two had attended Led Zeppelin concerts together. Once, when he was between apartments, Goudreau slept in Scholz’s dining room for six weeks. They were buddies.
As with many subplots of the Boston melodrama, the details of this one are murky. The contretemps began after Goudreau released a self-titled solo album. Goudreau says Scholz had originally okayed his album but then, when CBS marketed it as a Boston spinoff, aggressively lobbied the label to get it pulled. Scholz says Yetnikoff told him CBS gave up on the disc when it failed to catch fire. Inevitably, litigation followed.
“After about six months, I hadn’t heard from Tom and he wasn’t returning my phone calls so in order to get things sorted out, I brought a lawsuit against him,” says Goudreau, who continues to pursue a relatively low-key musical career. “Looking back, with 20/20 hindsight, I would probably have done things differently. The group was not only my career, it contained my best friends as well.”
For his part, Scholz seems to genuinely miss Goudreau, with whom he recently established contact for the first time in roughly 20 years. The legal tussle between the two, he says, stemmed from the fact that “I didn’t really want him to go.”
SITTING IN HIS Waltham rehearsal studio, surrounded by banks of the equipment he built, Scholz seems a far cry from the man in the mirrored shades photographed on the wing of Boston’s branded jet. The white jumpsuits are gone. His hair, while still long, lacks the feathery bounce it had in 1976. A vegetarian, he leads what he calls a “drug-free, natural lifestyle.” He seems like a straight-up guy, more so when he talks of the time-consuming meticulousness that so upset his record company.
“There’s something in me that drives me to perfection,” he says. “I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why I’m like that. It can hold things up.” This bout of introspection fails to impress a disgruntled former colleague. “Paranoia,” he says. “Tom’s afraid people are trying to take advantage of him financially and in other ways.” For his part, Scholz insists he simply refused to be bullied and manipulated by music execs—the “cunning and ruthless” people who care more about money than art.
Even as a boy, Scholz harbored a mistrust of men who wield wealth and power. He’d spent most of his childhood in a blue-collar Toledo neighborhood, until his father hit it big in prefab homes. Then the Scholzes moved into the world of prep schools and private golf clubs. “Living in those surroundings,” he says, “I realized I had a strong dislike of businessmen. After getting to know some of them, they seemed to have a lack of compassion and were so disingenuous that I developed a dislike of business. It just brings a trembling sneer to my lips.”
His experiences with Boston can’t have done much to improve Scholz’s opinion of businessmen. The pressures piled on him by his record company during nearly a decade of litigation played havoc with his nerves and his finances. By withholding royalties during the protracted legal battle, CBS’s Yetnikoff had tried to wear his opponent down. But Scholz—who has implied that Yetnikoff’s beef with him was “personal”—proved to be a scrappy opponent, and a resourceful one.
Scholz has always been a tinkerer. At Polaroid he devised a recording module for cameras. For Boston, he built the device to expand the tonal characteristics of his guitars. His geeky streak paid off when he founded Scholz Research & Development to market some of his sonic gadgets. The most lucrative of these was the Rockman, a portable amplifier that packed the Boston guitar sound into a Walkman-sized box. Musicians bought tens of thousands of them, helping Scholz pay legal bills in the war with CBS that totaled more than $1.7 million.
In 1990, Scholz finally trumped CBS when the breach of contract suit Yetnikoff had brought against him was settled in Scholz’s favor. “Goliath lost in a surprising upset,” he crowed on Boston.org, “and all who placed their money on the giant lost.” But by then he’d already had the ultimate revenge: a big-dollar bonanza with the album Third Stage—released in 1986 by his new record company, MCA.
As he’d vowed, Scholz took his time making Boston’s third album—more than five years—but once released it soared to number one and stayed there for four weeks. The single “Amanda” gave the band its first chart-topping hit. Third Stage rapidly joined Boston in the annals of record-sales history, becoming the first compact disc to go gold and eventually selling 4 million copies.
THREE DECADES AFTER their debut album was released, it seems absurd to describe Boston as musical innovators. Punk, grunge, hip-hop, and a slew of other styles have come and gone. Next to the music of, say, Radiohead, the big guitar sound Scholz pioneered sounds kind of hokey. The band’s last CD, 2002’s Corporate America—released eight years after its previous album—sold only 138,000 copies.
But one thing has remained constant: the antagonism between Scholz and CBS Records, now owned by Sony. In March, Scholz learned that Sony had remastered Boston and Don’t Look Back, adding live tracks from a 1977 radio broadcast, with an eye to re-releasing them. “The albums’ sound was horrible,” he says. “The live tracks sounded horrendous.”
So Scholz made a deal with Sony: He would digitally remaster the original tapes himself, and the record company would remove the live tracks before they were re-released. Nonetheless, a few weeks after we first spoke, Scholz got in touch by e-mail and then phone saying Sony had reneged on their deal and put out “the abortions that they call their reissues of Don’t Look Back and Boston.” A veteran Sony insider, meanwhile, downplays the incident, describing it as the result of “some miscommunication.”
Scholz isn’t buying that explanation. “How ironic that the thing most people associate CBS and Boston together with is a huge lawsuit that dragged on for years when they were trying to break me,” he says. “What a fitting way to celebrate the 30th anniversary. Let’s start the hostilities up again!”
Originally published in Boston Magazine, July 2006.
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voodoopug wrote:
I have made arrangements for the next press conference to be held indoors under heavy AC (the tent will be added and fake outdoor scenery as well to convince viewers that these gallant men are braving the elements...what a ruse!)
What??!? Press Conference?!?!? AC??!?!!!
Borgatta!!!!!!!!
Yes!! Proper use of ADDA suggests that Voodoo will hold his 2nd Stones Media Q&A Press Conference in Atlantic City to concide with the Stones Borgatta show. Fantastic!!! Dreams coming true!!! The Fall 162-City Mini Tour is not a bust!!!
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| Fiji Joe |
Did someone say "sweep"?
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| Starbuck |
the experts have spoken....
you heard it here first...
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/20...chen/index.html |
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