Damn you J. Geils! Damn you to HELL!

The BBQ Pit
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In order to start off on a confusing note, I’ll say that I like the J. Geils Band. I really do.

And now for clarification: I like the J. Geils Band, blues-rock group who, in the year 1972 but out a live album entitled “Full House,” which is currently one of my favorite albums (I just discovered it in a pile of old records). It’s a lot of fun to listen to, and features the quasi-insane Peter Wolf on vocals, and the completely whacked-out Magic Dick on harmonica.

I do NOT like J. Geils, the little shit-monger who just happened to play guitar for the band.

Somehow, this little felchmonkey got the band named after him. THEN, after the band broke up, our dear friend went off and became a teeny-bopper idol, putting out glurge like “Centerfold” and “Freeze-Frame”.

Even worse, he did it while using the SAME FUCKING NAME as the band that actually made GOOD MUSIC.

Now, whenever I talk about bands that I like, and say “J. Geils is good,” all I get is “Oh YEAH! CENTERFOLD! You like that song? I didn’t.” Or, even worse, “CENTERFOLD?! I LOVE THAT SONG!!”

By not having the decency to change his name when he went crappy, J. Geils has, in essence, ruined the memory of the good music. In fact, he’s done more than ruin it. He and his teeny-bopper hoarde have burnt the memory to the ground, pissed on its ashes, killed its women and raped its farm animals with their filthy, assembly-line spawned paws.

The little squicker could have at least changed his goddamn name, so that he wouldn’t drag Magic Dick down with him.

Fuckpocket.

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:smiley:

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Fuckpocket? Jester, sweetie, you can’t make a rant…You couldn’t if your life depended on it.

It says you’re a sweet guy in your sig line. :slight_smile: Sorry, but every time I read one of your rants, i end up in giggles. You’re like coffee. You always perk up my day.

Stick with stupid-bird killing threads, alright?

::walks off into the distance humming Centerfold::

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You are SO going down, andros. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday…

Someday…

They say that revenge is a dish best served…ahhhhhhhhhhh, screw it

<bashes andros over the head with a copy of “Centerfold,” shattering it to a million pieces>

Pheh. Not even good as a bludgeon. Still, better than listening to it…

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Uhhh…Jester…Magic Dick stayed with the band the whole time and the “insane Peter Wolf” did the vocals and co wrote “Centerfold”…get your facts straight before you rant… :wink:

Keith

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Well, in that case, I hate the whole lot of em. Better?

“I don’t believe in NUTHIN’ no more! NUTHIN’!”

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Anyway if we’re going to go back on topic, let’s dissect the song “Centerfold.”

It always pissed me off, that guy in the song- what a bastard. Seriously. He’s got this pure innocent image of this girl who he thinks shouldn’t be posing in dirty magazines. Sure, its alright for HIM to be looking througoh mags but not for her to be posing? Fucking double standard! Asshole! What kind of Victorian shit is that? The song came out in the 1980’s, not the 1880’s!

That’s how ya do it.

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Musta got lost
I got lost
Somewhere
Somewhere down the line.

OR

I’ve had the blues
The reds and the pinks
All I can say is
Love stinks.

OR

Raputa
Raputa the buta…

Thanks Jester I haven’t thought about J Giles / Peter Wolf in a long while.

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Yep, Odieman is on the money. I believe that from founding up until its dissolution the J.Geils Band ( originally the J.Geils Memorial Blues Band ) always had the exact same membership. Peter Wolf and Seth Justin ( Jordan? ) the keyboard player just tended to dominate it more as time went on and the band evolved into a pop-rock outfit ( but still with bluesy roots ). I agree Full House (which was almost all cover tunes ) probably remains their definitive statement. It’s a very fun album. But actually all of their live stuff was solid ( even the post-Centerfold one ). They always continued to do old standards right up 'til the end.
In fact the only albums of theirs I’ve kept fropm my youth is the three live albums, which I still occasionally dust off ( actually I even replaced my scratchy Full House with a CD ).

  • Tamerlane
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Zoggie, darling here’s the lyrics to Centerfold.
I don’t get the impression that he disapproves of her posing in the magazine, it’s just that it is a jolt to him contradictory of his memory of her. Here’s a couple verses at the end of the song:

Seems like he’s ok with it to me. The problem is that he thought of her as his angel, and now here she is for anyone to see.

As for the OP: Jester, I like ya and all but really. Not every band churns out good stuff all the time. Even the Beatles and the Stones released crap now and then.

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Don’t forget to say…
[bold]No anchovies please[/bold]

This is the story of a young couple in Portland, Maine.

While waiting for her husband Don to return home from work, she reaches
for a can of anchovies. As she spreads the tiny fish across a piece of
lettuce, she notices a small note at the bottom of the can. Written on
it is a telephone number. Curious, she dials, and is told, “Don’t move,
lady, we’ll be right over.” Placing the phone back on the hook, she
turns to see three smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen doorway.
Before she realizes what is happening to her, she is rolled tightly in
long sheets of cellophane, transported to an international airport, and
placed on a waiting jet-liner. All this being too much for her to
comprehend, she passes out.

Upon awakening, she finds herself in a strange, foreign speaking nation
(“Dalas nekcihc dna tihs nekcihc neewteb ecnereffid eht wonk ot suineg a
ekat t’nseod ti.”). Alone, fearing her escape impossible, she seeks
comfort in the arms of a confidential agent. With the trace of her kiss
still warm upon his lips, he betrays her to the hands of three
scientists who are engaged in diabolical, avant-garde experiments
previously performed only on insects and other small, meaningless
creatures. Using her as their subject, they are delighted with the
results. For the first time, a human being is transformed into a
(“shhh… it’s secret”).

Meanwhile, back in Portland, Maine…

Her husband Don, now chain-smoking 40 packs of cigarettes a day, sits at
a local bar and has a few beers with the regulars. Bored, everyone’s
attention turns to the television set that just hangs from the wall.
(“Welcome to Bowling for Dollars”). Suddenly, crazy Al says, “S-say,
Don, there sure is something familiar about that bowling ball.” To
which a terrified Don replies, “Oh my God! That bowling ball! It’s my
wife!”

And the lesson we learn from this story is, next time you place your
order, don’t forget to say, “No anchovies please.”

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Now much more than then.

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Seth Justman. Mmm. I had the biggest crush on him.

Okay. Here’s the deal with The J. Geils Band (the “J” stands for “Jerome” - doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, does it?):

The first one to leave the band, actually, was Peter Wolf. He left not long after “Freeze Frame” (my guess is that he didn’t care for the musical direction Seth Justman was steering them in). J. Geils was there until the bitter end, but didn’t really have much influence over the direction of the band: most of the songwriting was done by Wolf and Justman. After Wolf departed, Justman took over both the vocals and the bulk of the songwriting, giving it much more of an “80s” sound - his specialty, of course, being keyboards. Their only album without Wolf was the one I actually liked the best (and would dearly like to locate on CD): “You’re Gettin’ Even While I’m Gettin’ Odd” - featuring the song “Concealed Weapons.” They also did the theme song for the vampire movie “Fright Night” during this period, before finally fizzling out. I noticed on CDNow a while ago that J. Geils has some new stuff out, but I’ve been afraid to look into it.

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Nah, that’s not what he means at all. Near the end he sings something like “aww, I can’t deny it, oh yeah, I guess I’m gonna buy it”, which I interpret as his poking fun at his own moralism

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Crunchy sez:

Thanks, man, like you too. And I’m fully aware that bands make crappy music. Alas, it seems to be a fact of life. My major problem is that the teeny-bopper turn that the J. Geils Band took tends to overshadow their older, gooder stuff. (And yes, I said “gooder.” You know it’s serious when I make up words).

Nobody (that I talk to about music) knows that the J. Geils Band used to be good. Instead, I mention the band, and they scoff, I say, scoff! It’s just a wee bit depressing.

Anyhoo, that’s my thought about that. I must now take the time to ask if Reeder forgot which button was the “new thread” one and which was the “submit reply” one, or if there was a really, REALLY cleverly disguised point about music buried somewhere in there.

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Reeder was quoting from “No Anchovies” off of the “Love Stinks” album…and I like the later J. Geils stuff…if you ignore “Centrefold” you will find “Freeze Frame” and “Angel in Blue” on the same album (Freeze Frame) are stone classics…

Keith

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Wow. Methinks that I should look into “No Anchovies.” It seems like quite the interesting song…

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Jester, dear boy, calm down.

Tell me why J. Geils should change his name? It’s HIS name, dear. However, he lost the right to use the name “J. Geils Band.” Some wonky music business thing, that my musician husband explained to me while we were on the way to see B.B. King in concert (with openers Robert Cray, Jimmie Vaughn, and…J. Geils and Magic Dick).

J. Geils never went crappy. The J. Geils Band, on the other hand…well, they left something to be desired.

Oh, and to the rest of you early J. Geils fans, I can only say this…“Whammer Jammer.” :smiley:

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Persephone, you read my mind. As an admittadly bad harmonica player, Whammer Jammer done by Magic Dick shows me just what I’ll never be able to do. When I first got the album, I just sat there, listening to the song over and over.

I think the next two best songs on the album, though, are “Homework” and “First I Look at the Purse,” respectively. God, that’s a great record.

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Jester…

No Anchovies is not a “song” per se…It’s spoken.