To kick off what I hope will be a Super Bowl season for the Chicago Bears, I'm posting a video for "Another Super Bowl Shuffle (Chapter Two)." I co-wrote and recorded this song a few years ago with my buddies The Hoyle Brothers, but I never bothered to make a video for it.
We had a lot of fun with this song during the Bears' 2006-07 season, performing the tune live on WGN-TV, as well as on The Eric & Kathy Show, which is a morning radio powerhouse here in Chicago. We even managed to get some airplay on 50,000 watt giants like WGN-AM 720 and WLS-AM 890. All cool stuff for a lawyer like me.
Join Chicago guitar ace Stevie Doyle and me this Saturday night for three sets of hard-charging jukebox favorites at Finley Dunne's Tavern, 3458 N. Lincoln Avenue.
Showtime is 9:00 p.m., and there's no cover. We've invited Blago (who lives within jogging distance of the tavern) to join us onstage for a twisted version of Elvis's "Treat Me Nice," and we'll be happy to let him do "Jailhouse Rock" as an encore.
It was thirty years ago today that I hopped the wall along the left-field line and ran around on the field at Comiskey Park during "Disco Demolition Night." I was fourteen years old.
After jumping the wall, it took me about ninety seconds to realize that I was in way over my head. I quickly headed back to my seat and watched the madness unfold. Eventually, scores of Chicago police officers in full riot gear cleared the badly damaged field, and the White Sox forfeited the second game of a double-header against the Detroit Tigers.
But I've gotten ahead of myself.
My brother Mark turned twelve on July 12, 1979. To celebrate his birthday, my mom decided to take her five boys -- then ranging in age from seven to fourteen -- to watch the White Sox play. (Mark has always been a huge Sox fan.) My mom had been widowed about nine months earlier, so even under the best of circumstances, an outing like this, with five kids in the station wagon, meant that she had her hands full.
Unlike me, my mother did not listen to Steve Dahl's morning radio show, so she had no idea that a radio promotion called "Disco Demolition Night" was on the bill between games. I didn't tell her about it because I thought she might cancel the trip from suburban Villa Park to 35th and Shields if she knew something potentially subversive was afoot.
Once we arrived at the ballpark, it had to be obvious to my mom that this was not a typical baseball crowd. It looked (and smelled) a lot more like a cross-section of the lawn at the Alpine Valley Music Theater during a Blue Oyster Cult/Nazareth twin-bill.
Toward the end of the first (and only) game that night, I left my family and wandered out to the left-field bleachers to take a look around. Folks throughout the park appeared to be pretty plastered.
Then, after the first game ended, Steve Dahl blew up a bunch of disco records, thousands of people stormed the field, and all hell broke loose.
As I said earlier, my adventure on the field lasted no more than ninety seconds. By the time I headed out there, people were flinging pieces of broken disco records like Frisbees. These scraps of broken vinyl, however, were more like ninja death stars, and I knew enough to get the hell back to my seat. I saw little honor in becoming a casualty in the "War On Disco."
Before leaving the park that night, I shelled out six bucks and bought myself a black "Disco Sucks" t-shirt to commemorate the event. My mom saw the shirt as soon as we got home, and she immediately cut it to pieces, telling me, "No son of mine is going to wear anything with the word 'sucks' on it. No son of mine is even going to use the word 'sucks.'"
Thirty years later, that t-shirt would probably fetch a few bucks on eBay. It's too bad -- in fact, it downright sucks (sorry, Mom) -- that I didn't get to keep that souvenir from "Disco Demolition Night."
Here's the music video for "Good King Rich," a song I penned right after Mayor Daley's recent trip to Switzerland.
Great thanks to the folks who helped me bring this tune to life.
GOOD KING RICH (words and music by Matt Farmer)
(Spoken Intro) This is an open letter to the International Olympic Committee:
As you travel the world these next few months Being wined and dined in five-star restaurants In Madrid, Tokyo, and Rio De Janeiro, remember this:
You're upholding the proud tradition of your predecessors, Many of whom allegedly accepted bribes In exchange for awarding the 2002 Winter Games To that paragon of urban virtue - Salt Lake City, Utah
(Chorus)
Well, you can scrap that bid from old Madrid Say adios to Spain And just say no to Tokyo With its fancy bullet train
And if you're ill at ease speakin' Portugese Then Rio ain't your town Oh, but Good King Rich, he'll scratch your itch When he throws that cash around
(Verse)
Well, some folks say that it don't make sense To hold the Games in the 312 They say our city's broke; schools are a joke Well, friends, that just might be true
Oh, but Good King Rich, he'd rather fight than switch You know how the story's gonna end With all the King's family and all the King's friends Lining their pockets again and again
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse w/ tag)
From the two-flats and the bungalows We applaud his every scheme From a tax increase to a parking meter lease He's helping us live the dream
Now with a wave of his hand and a line in the sand He's gonna bring the Olympics home So damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead He's gonna get us a velodrome
We can't pay for salt when there's ice on the streets But at least we'll have a velodrome
(Repeat Chorus (w/ tag))
Yeah, Good King Rich, he's gonna scratch your itch When you bring those games to town
This Friday night, Brian Wilkie (pictured) and I return to Finley Dunne's Tavern for three sets of hard-charging jukebox favorites. Brian will be armed with his Telecaster and his pedal steel guitar. He's one hell of a picker.
Finley Dunne's is located at 3458 N. Lincoln Avenue, in Chicago's Roscoe Village neighborhood. Showtime is 9:00 p.m., and there is no cover. Hope to see you.
For the past six months, I've made it a point to watch (or record) "The Marty Stuart Show," which airs every Saturday night at 7:00 p.m. (CST) on RFD-TV -- "Rural America's Most Important Network."
Marty's thirty-minute show is taped before a live audience on a spartan set in Nashville, and it's loaded with live music -- no skits, no interviews, and only a minimal amount of schtick.
Each week Marty and his phenomenal band, The Fabulous Superlatives, play a couple of tunes. Marty's wife, Connie Smith, generally joins the fray for one song. The kicker, however, is the weekly guest. It's generally someone who doesn't surface on TV -- perhaps because there aren't many opportunities (outside of American Idol and the late-night talk show circuit) for folks to sing and play on TV anymore.
In past weeks, Marty has featured legends like Wanda Jackson, The Del McCoury Band, Charley Pride, and Dallas Frazier. Equally important, he's also given airtime to great new acts like The Steeldrivers and The Quebe Sisters Band.
Marty's show reminds me a lot of The Buck Owens Ranch Show -- and that's a good thing. Buck's show aired regionally some forty years ago, and it's now available on DVD at Buck's website.
While I have Marty on the brain, I'll throw out a plug for "Souls' Chapel," his 2005 gospel record, which remains in heavy rotation at my house after four years.
This Saturday night, April 11, I'll be joined once again by my buddy Brian Wilkie (pictured here) for three sets of hard-swingin' jukebox favorites at Finley Dunne's Tavern. Brian is one of the finest guitarists/steel guitarists in Chicago, and it's always a treat for me to play with him.
Finley Dunne's is located at 3458 N. Lincoln Avenue, in Chicago's Roscoe Village neighborhood. Showtime is an extra-early 8:30 p.m. Finley Dunne's has great food, parking is plentiful, and there's no cover charge.
The temperature is supposed to climb to 50 degrees on this April Saturday night. Hope to see you at the tavern.
As we approach Inauguration Day, I keep thinking about one Chicagoan who passed away nine years ago. His timeless music certainly should -- but probably won't -- be filling the air at all the balls and parties on January 20.
Welcome to Chicago, Illinois -- a place long celebrated for its great pizza, beautiful lakefront, and wonderful music scene. It's surely just a matter of time before folks around the country figure out that our city and state are also noteworthy for the dead-fish stench of political corruption that has, for decades, filled the air here in the Land of Lincoln.
The Blue State Cowboys hit the studio last night to record their musical take on this political cesspool:
PAY TO PLAY (But Keep Love In Your Heart)
Matt Farmer
All my life I’ve been a workin’ man On Chicago’s northwest side Livin’ check to check, never gettin’ ahead No matter how hard I tried
I had an old friend from the neighborhood He grew up to do just fine He couldn’t read or write to save his life But I guess his boss didn’t mind
Now, I never quite knew what my old friend did To get that money rollin’ in But life, I guess, can be pretty good For a state committeeman
So, one night over beer at the local bar I said, “How’d you make your dough?” My friend just grinned a wicked grin And said “Here’s all you need to know”
CHORUS You’ve got to pay-to-play in this town If you wanna make that deal go down It’s who you know inside the Big Machine Just find the man that’s behind the man And put some money in his hand That’s how we try to keep our city green
VERSE Well, the liquor flowed and the stories flew And my old friend bared his soul About rigging bids and getting neighbor kids Good jobs on a ghost payroll
He said he’d be happy to help me out If there was anything he could do Like try to arrange a zoning change Or put me on a movie crew
Well, we talked and talked until last call And then I told him I was beat Then he climbed aboard his hired truck To see a man about a Senate seat
And late that night as I lay in bed You know I finally figured it out My friend didn’t need to read or write Cause he had himself some clout
CHORUS You’ve got to pay-to-play in this town If you wanna make that deal go down It’s who you know inside the Big Machine Just find the man that’s behind the man And put some money in his hand That’s how we try to keep our city green
CHORUS You’ve got to pay-to-play in this town If you wanna make that deal go down It’s who you know inside the Big Machine If you wanna standout You gotta know who gets the handout That’s how we try to keep our city green It’s a daily job to keep our city green
Thanks to Mouse and Fig over at Reelsounds Chicago for making time to get us into their wonderful recording studio on short notice. Extra special thanks to my music-making buddies for braving last night's Chicago snowstorm to join me on this project. You guys are the best.
Brian Wilkie works his steel guitar magic.
Peter Strand (bass) and Peter Manis (drums) hold down the bottom.
Stevie Doyle spanks the plank.
Annalee Koehn's harmonies can make even political corruption sound angelic.
Thom "Fig" Fiegle works the big board.
Since this is the holiday season, the BSC gang asks all of you to heed the words of our governor (recently channeling Elvis) and try to "keep love in your heart."
