Showing posts with label flat dou jets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flat dou jets. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

RIP LIFER


A few days ago I heard that Dexter Romweber had recently passed away. Fu-huck. This one hurts. He was the real deal, a little full of himself when he was younger but musically, man, pure manic rocker. That was in the Flat Duo Jets, a rockin' combo, good and raw. Even as a kid Romweber's taste was early rock 'n' roll and rockabilly. As he got older, it was still classic sounding shit but a little more under control. Here's just a few things, early stuff and a couple later cuts from the Dexter Bomweber Duo. The video below is from a 1987 music documentary about the Athens, GA scene, There's tons more stuff at YouTube, as well as clips of his later duo, the Dexter Bomweber Duo.


The party starts at 3:12

~ NOTE: ALL MEDIA IS HOSTED BY THE BLOGS & SITES NAMED BELOW ~

Listen:
The Flat Duo Jets - Harlem Nocturne mp3 at Beware of the Blog
The Flat Duo Jets - Golden Stings mp3
at Leave You Wanting Less
Dexter Romweber Duo - Lookout mp3
at Internet Archive
Dexter Romweber Duo - Picture of You mp3
at Internet Archive
Video:
Flat Duo Jets - MTV 120 Minutes segment
at YouTube 1985
Flat Duo Jets - Dark Night
at YouTube 2016
The Flat duo Jets - Lonely Wolf at YouTube
The Flat Duo Jets - Hoy Hoy at YouTube
Visit:
Dexter Romweber, Raucous Torchbearer of the Power Duo, Dead at 57
at Indy Week

Thursday, June 26, 2008

BACON STREET FESTIVAL OF THE ARTS


The pixels from the last post weren't even dry when I got the call from my neighborhood record store (Cow) that the Flat Duo Jets' "Two Headed Cow" (the album I wrote about) had come in. I had enough time driving today to listen to it 1 1/2 times and the whole thing is great. You forget that you're hearing only vocals, guitar and drums. Having been recorded live, the sound can get a little muddy, but turn it up and you are there. Hopefully, at some time, you've experienced an evening in a room dank in a rock n' roll stench. Maybe a little drunk or hazy from the late hour, in a room where everybody is moving; everybody is dancing, laughing, fighting or trying to get laid. And the rock n' roll is blasting, creating a silent movie atmoshphere at a loud volume. That's where this album puts you.

To top things off, today the mail brought a copy of Mike McCarthy's "Teenage Tupelo", a low budget rock n' roll sexploitation movie I've tried to track down for over ten years. More about that after a viewing. In the meantime, here's a sneak peek (Chapters 1-6).

"Daaannng," you say, "how much more culture can fit into one post?" How about spoken word, Trastos style? Here's a link to 70's drag racing radio commercials, in mp3 format: