Sunday
Sep012024
Full Clip: "I Wanna Be Your Bitch"
Sunday, September 1, 2024 at 03:05PM As promised, the full clip of the new Dead Daisies track "I Wanna To Be Your Bitch" is now available. John Corabi was made for these songs! I just finished reading John's autobiography, too. What an absolute trip. A review is forthcoming.
Reader Comments (4)
And I don't mean that as a slam on the band or Lowy either. Over the course of the years, The Dead Daisies have released some solid albums (even if I wasn't a big fan of Hughes time in the band, in spite of his amazing longevity). And Lowy has the cash to bankroll his dream, while also bringing some excellent musicians to the party.
Everyone here (that includes you, Bkallday) knows my opinion of Corabi. He is one of those who almost made the big time. And, over time, has released some stellar songs with stellar musicians. I guess that is the way of the world. Not everyone gets the brass ring. Just glad he is still out there, singing his arse off for us fans. Appreciated.
Allyson, glad you mentioned his bio. It was a great read (obviously, as a fanboy, I bought the signed hardback, complete with the vinyl of him reading selections from it). Always support the artists and bands that made a mark on your life!
I should add that he and I share a connection specific to his book. I won't divulge much. But I will say this: in his youth, he encountered a truly unsavory character. And I can say that I actually exchanged several letters with said character when I was a much younger lad too. Very, very interesting. The reasons are actually quite interesting. But the exchange was, and remains, an intriguing look into the mind of a damaged person. Nuff sed.
Wishing everyone a respectful and enjoyable Labor Day!
"The book is well written. It samples various aspects of the music industry and seems to center on the rise
and fall of rock musicians. Growing up in Philadelphia from the 60's to the 80's was an experience both
good and bad. Some of the stories I would rather have not known and try to forget. But I guess the road to rock stardom is rather rough at times. When I was in six grade there was this kid, John who took guitar lessons at the Inky school from one of the nuns. He was learning the more classical way of guitar and the classics. One day, one of my other friends (the other JC) asked this kid if he had learned anything that we would like. I was thinking, oh just great, another kid who thinks that he can play guitar. This kid, John Corabi, played "Wipeout" on his Gibson guitar and thumped the body of the guitar for the drums. When he was finished, there was silence. We all looked at each other in amazement and then applauded. It was perfect. We were in the midst of someone who has real talent. The nun that he refers to as "Sister Charles Bronson" was strict, but she had taught John enough to teach himself. After learning "Kumbaya my Lord", he could learn anything. John lived on the other side of Barrett playground near Mrs. Smith's pie company. This rather large playground became the dividing line between the "good" and "bad" neighborhoods. I was shocked that John mentions names in the antics that they pulled. Some of his stories seemed like stories out of "A Bronx Tale." We lived those stories. And, just like the end of the movie "Sleepers," we all thought that somehow, we would know each other forever. But then, the "they" moved in and destroyed our peaceful existence. We had it all and we lost it. The turbulence at home from his parents' divorce and the abuse that John was enduring from his extended family probably contributed to his silent demeanor. He hated when someone was being bullied. John went from a real altar boy to a teen rebel. But he never lost empathy for others. Yeah, maybe the nuns were tough, but that Catholic School prepared us for the future not to mention high school. John credits his survival to his Italian-Catholic upbringing. In late 60's and early 70's, it really was a great time in Philadelphia. The school doors were never locked during the day. Scanners and security? We didn't need them. We were safe. John and I used to walk to the Church to serve as altar boys at 6am in perfect safety. Today, we could not walk that 5th Street, Lindley Avenue, Ruscomb Street or Rockland Street safely. If you lived in Philly or are interested in John's rise in the music industry, then you will love the Philly parts. Just a warning. Sister Clement and her clicker would not have approved of all the "F" bombs."
I am more than excited now to read this book as Northeast Philly is (actually 'was') my neck of the woods. Even though I grew up on the suburbs of Philly, I know this area, which the reviewer talks about, really well. In my time, it was a right of passage to drive into and/or through Philadelphia in order to go to concerts/sporting events at The Spectrum, Veteran's Stadium or JFK (where Live Aid was played). Or, we'd travel to the infamous South Street, Pat Steaks (or Geno's) and up and down Roosevelt Boulevard where The Empire Rock Club was located (Where Bon Jovi discovered Cinderella). Also, there were no head shops in my local vicinity, so we'd also drive to Artifax off Cottman Avenue and then score weed at Kesington and Alleghany (K&A). Youtube "K&A zombies Philadelphia" and you'll get a stark reality as to the drug den that it truly has become and what the aforementioned reviewer describes as not being able to walk around this part of Philadelphia safely today. The Guardian Angels were certainly protecting us many a night (the divine agents sent to protect humans, not the Curtis Sliwa's crime prevention/vigilante group.
The crazy (and sometimes very stupid) things we used to do...
Good times.
Again, looking forward to this read.
I bench pressed people like you, daily. Unfortunately, still do, now and again.
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