Bill Haley - Rock Around The Clock (1956)

This clip is from the Ted Steel show WOR-TV, New York (1955). Apparently, it is from Washington Square, a show hosted by Ray Bolger (1956).

Jan and Dean - Dead Man's Curve

I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night
When an XKE pulled up on the right
And rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag
And challenged me then and there to a drag
I said, "you're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fine
Let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine
But I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve
Let's race all the way
To Dead Man's Curve"

Chorus:

Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
Dead Man's Curve, you must keep away
Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say:
"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"

The street was deserted late Friday night
We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
You shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine
I flew past LaBrea, Schwab's, and Crescent Heights
And all the Jag could see were my six taillights
He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve
But I pulled her out and there we were
At Dead Man's Curve

Partial chorus:

Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
Dead Man's Curve

Dramatic interlude:

Well - the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve
And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
I know I'll never forget that horrible sight
I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right

"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"

We Didn't Start the Fire - Billy Joel

This is a brief video of American History provided by Billy Joel's song: We didn't Start the Fire.

Duke of Earl- Gene Chandler

1960's Doo Wop. My wife's cousin loved this song. It's just fun.

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode (Live 1958)

Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode Live live 1958. I'm happy that this man has set a place in history as ranked number 7 greatest song of all time according to Rolling Stone.

Adam Lambert And KISS Duet American Idol Finale HQ

Adam Lambert And KISS Duet American Idol Finale

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Janis Joplin - To love somebody

July 18, 1969 Janis Joplin on The Dick Cavett Show.

She was so pure,raw and deep you could feel her music down deep in your soul. Now that's raw talent. She's amazing....She tears it right out of your heart................no one like her....never will be again.

I have never seen any performer ever give such a tortured performance in all my life. This girl threw herself out there plain and simple she made me feel the blues. Janis ain't no barbie. If she has to twist up her face to make my spine melt with that power voice she drills into me, then so be it. A hot burning flame that faded fast.

Lovin' Spoonful - Summer In The City

A well deserved massive hit for the band back in the summer of '66.
There's not a single summer I haven't heard this song.

ZZ Top - Sharp Dressed Man

ZZ Top peform live from their home state of Texas. This awesome performance captures ZZ Top at their very best.

ZZ Top - Exclusive poker footage

Exclusive footage of the legendary ZZ Top telling all over some drinks and a game or two of poker!

Marvin Gaye - Heard It Through The Grapevine

Marvin Gaye is an American legend. He was signed to the fledgling Motown label in 1961 by label founder Berry Gordy and scored a total of 39 US Top 40 singles for the label. This was recorded at the Montreux jazz festival in 1980; the full concert is available on the Eagle Vision DVD "Live at Montreux".

The Yardbirds - For Your Love

This pivotal UK R&B outfit was formed in London in 1963 when Keith Relf (22 March 1943, Richmond, Surrey, England, d. 14 May 1976; vocals, harmonica) and Paul Samwell-Smith (b. 8 May 1943, Richmond, Surrey, England; bass), both members of semi-acoustic act the Metropolis Blues Quartet, joined forces with Chris Dreja (b. 11 November 1944, Surbiton, Surrey, England; rhythm guitar), Tony "Top" Topham (lead guitar) and Jim McCarty (b. 25 July 1943, Liverpool, England; drums). Within months Topham had opted to continue academic studies and was replaced in October by Eric Clapton (b. Eric Clapp, 30 March 1945, Ripley, Surrey, England). The reconstituted line-up forged a style based on classic Chicago R&B and quickly amassed a following in the nascent blues circuit. They succeeded the Rolling Stones as the resident band at Richmond's popular Crawdaddy club, whose owner, Giorgio Gomelsky, then assumed the role of group manager. Two enthusiastic, if low-key singles, "I Wish You Would" and "Good Morning Little Schoolgirl', attracted critical interest, but the quintet's fortunes flourished with the release of Five Live Yardbirds. Recorded during their tenure at the Marquee club, the set captured an in-person excitement and was marked by an exceptional rendition of Howlin" Wolf's "Smokestack Lightning".
Clapton emerged as the unit's focal point, but a desire for musical purity led to his departure in March 1965 in the wake of a magnificent third single, "For Your Love". Penned by Graham Gouldman, the song's commerciality proved unacceptable to the guitarist despite its innovative sound. Clapton later resurfaced in John Mayall's Bluesbreakers and Derek And The Dominos before establishing a highly successful solo career. Jeff Beck (b. 24 June 1944, Surrey, England), formerly of the Tridents, joined the Yardbirds as the single rose to number 1 in the UK's New Musical Express chart. Gouldman provided further hits in "Heartful Of Soul" and "Evil Hearted You", the latter of which was a double-sided chart entry with the band-penned "Still I'm Sad". Based on a Gregorian chant, the song indicated a desire for experimentation prevailing in the raga-rock "Shapes Of Things", the chaotic "Over Under Sideways Down" and the excellent Roger The Engineer. By this point Simon Napier-Bell had assumed management duties, while disaffection with touring, and the unit's sometimes irreverent attitude, led to the departure of Samwell-Smith in June 1966. Respected session guitarist Jimmy Page (b. James Patrick Page, 9 January 1944, Heston, Middlesex, England) was brought into a line-up that, with Dreja switching to bass, now adopted a potentially devastating twin-lead guitar format. The experimental "Happenings Ten Years Time Ago" confirmed such hopes, but within six months Beck had departed during a gruelling USA tour. The Yardbirds remained a quartet but, despite a growing reputation on the American "underground" circuit, their appeal as a pop attraction waned. Despite late-period collaborations with the commercially minded Mickie Most, singles, including "Little Games" (1967) and "Goodnight Sweet Josephine" (1968), failed to chart. The disappointing Little Games was denied a UK release but found success in the USA. They followed with two bizarre successes in America: "Ha Ha Said The Clown" and Nilsson's "Ten Little Indians". When Relf and McCarty announced a desire to pursue a folk-based direction, the band folded in July 1968. Page subsequently founded Led Zeppelin, Dreja became a highly successful photographer while the remaining duo forged a new career, firstly as Together, then Renaissance.
The allure of the Yardbirds still flourishes and they remain acclaimed as early practitioners of technical effects and psychedelic styles. The "blueswailing" Yardbirds have maintained enormous credibility as true pioneers of primal British R&B, classic experimental pop and early exponents of heavy rock.
Source: The Encyclopedia of Popular Music by Colin Larkin. Licensed from Muze.

Sam Cooke & The Everly Brothers, Lucille

Georgia Satellites - Keep Your Hands To Yourself

Bob Dylan It's Alright Ma I'm Only Bleeding

Bob Dylan It's Alright Ma I'm Only Bleeding, Track 10 off the album Bringing It All Back Home.

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proved to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to you ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their marks
Made everything from toy guns that sparks
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand without nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despite their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platforms ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God Bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges, watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me ?

And if my thought-dreams could been seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

Bruce Springsteen - War

Creedence Clearwater Revival: Fortunate Son

Creedence Clearwater Revival
Fortunate Son
Willy And The Poor Boys


Lyrics:

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one, one.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,

Category: Music
Creedence Clearwater Revival Fortunate Son

Born In The U.S.A. - Bruce Springsteen

Climax Blues Band - Couldn't Get it Right

Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins

QUEEN: Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Queen's video for their 1979 track "Crazy Little Thing Called Love."

rock and roll

The Hollies - Bus Stop

Paul Revere And The Raiders - Kicks

Their 1966 hit.

Dave Clark Five - Catch Us If You Can

1965 classic