tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930103.post2671447234309595788..comments2024-03-18T11:43:53.754+00:00Comments on No Rock And Roll Fun: MicrotonalObit: Rod PooleSimon Hayes Budgenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084524317888577404noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930103.post-48352979131547457922007-07-11T20:25:00.000+00:002007-07-11T20:25:00.000+00:00i do feel sorry for what happen to Mr. Poole is ha...i do feel sorry for what happen to Mr. Poole is hard to underatand how can someone end, another persons life. Having the couple view on national television or public would not do anything better. It does not bring Mr. Poole back, lets let justice do it's work and Mr. Poole may your rest in peace. and to his wife I understand where you stand now i recently lost my father over similar to your story and view how my mother felt and feels after the incident.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930103.post-40984497647348339932007-05-28T03:38:00.000+00:002007-05-28T03:38:00.000+00:00Tribute to Rod PooleBy Brent BloomMy fondest memor...Tribute to Rod Poole<BR/>By Brent Bloom<BR/><BR/>My fondest memories of Rod Poole were back in the music business days of Hollywood, California. I was living at 801 N Las Palmas in Waring Manor and eventually met Rod in the late 90s, who lived downstairs. We became friends that shared optimater, incense, and hours of very late night music in my apartment upstairs. We listened to “Jump on Top of Me, Baby” by the Stones many of times, and Rod would always say, “That is the real band!” The time spent listening was a great experience because Rod showed me so many new historical perspectives of Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac, The Flying Burrito Brothers/Gram Parsons, Sun Ra, true old school Ska/Reggae (Lee Perry), Prince Buster, John Fahey, Leo Kotke—simply 6- and 12-string guitar!<BR/><BR/>I was always knocking on his door, seeing him in his plush blue robe with the kettle always going off, food being prepared or the empty can of baked beans, and talking and listening to “Live at Leeds” – vinyl versus new extensions on CD! The days of Rhino Records, Saturday vinyl sales, or conquering Aarons! Those days are memories that a monetary state will never understand, and we barely got by, but money could be found for music and fine German malt liquor beer. Seeing him perform at that old, tiny Hollywood theatre or in his apartment –we both had problems dealing with the outside noise of Las Palmas and Waring. Discussing Hendrix, Zeppelin, Zappa, the blues in general, was amazing. As a friend, Rob helped me survive in Hollywood when I was preparing to leave the music business back before MP3, downloading, early DVD. Rod was there for me, and all that was on our brains was vinyl, books, and historical perspectives of all avenues!<BR/><BR/>One of the last people I said goodbye to was Rod—we drank a few beers on top of Waring Manor and my road was back home. It has been nine years since the departure, but our friendship continued on a phone level that I will deeply miss. My regret is that the last time we talked was in September, when I returned from a Blues festival in Grafton, Wisconsin. Paramount recorded some historical 78rpm discs there. We conversed for awhile and, as friends, always shared stories together.<BR/><BR/>A week before Rod’s death, Les Paul was in his hometown of Waukesha, Wisconsin. Now I regret not sharing this experience with Rod. Rod, you will be greatly missed by the world because you were an original in a not-so-original place called Hollywood. To have shared so many conversations together on the lost land line phone concept of meaningful exchange of ideas, history, philosophy, and life in general will be a void for many worldwide!<BR/><BR/>And I can’t forget our vinyl outings of “Exile on Main Street” many a late night, and Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac historical film on VHS. Those guys are loaded – no real playing, no real vocals – Hollywood. Not to mention Rainbow Bridge and sharing my dad’s copy of “The Monterey Pops Festival Program”, and “Gimme Shelter” (they hit Marty). <BR/><BR/>Garcia responds, “Bummer, man!”<BR/><BR/>Your laugh, <BR/><BR/>I raise my wine glass to a true original that made so much happen. You will be missed by me.<BR/><BR/>Cheers, mate, <BR/><BR/>Your friend,<BR/>BrentAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930103.post-17792911209180856802007-05-20T18:18:00.000+00:002007-05-20T18:18:00.000+00:00this husband and wife murdering team should be sho...this husband and wife murdering team should be shot on live national tv. <BR/><BR/>two wrongs DO make a right...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930103.post-55710156341984327362007-05-19T20:28:00.000+00:002007-05-19T20:28:00.000+00:00http://biink.com/poolehttp://biink.com/pooleUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16492057088404786607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930103.post-66901737214649825012007-05-18T15:19:00.000+00:002007-05-18T15:19:00.000+00:00Roderick, or should I say Wodewick:Well, mate, it'...Roderick, or should I say Wodewick:<BR/><BR/>Well, mate, it's time to fare thee well, adieu, so long, and all the best to you. It's hard to believe that you've flown the coop, it seems like you were just here, chuckling over the Derek & Clive send up of Fireball XL5. <BR/>Thanks for all the good memories: S.H.A.D.O. Dinky toys, burning the chalice with Sun Ra's Arkestra, your vigorous defence of vinyl versus digital, you ringing me up @ KPFK @ 330am, thanking me for playing "Yoo Doo Right" by Can, while you were zooming around on the freeway system in your Dodge Colt. <BR/><BR/>I'm still glad that you liked my shepherd's pie so much, you came back for more. Thanks for letting me record you, back in the old days with King Dahl, Lynn Johnston, and Tim Crockett. Many, many thanks for the unreleased AMM recordings. I'm honoured to have learned from you about just intonation, microtonality, and Pythagoras. Thanks for your humourous observations about West Los Angeles, New York City, and Poole, Dorset. Remember when we went to Berkeley to see Derek Bailey? And what happened to all those photos that I took of the two of you, together, two geezers enjoying the California sunshine. Thanks for all your expressions, like "Pretty Damn Good", or PDG, for short. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for tolerating my short-lived foray into electro-acoustic sound with David Poyourow. Thanks for turning me on to Joseph Spence, from the Bahamas. And thanks for sharing all the cups of tea together.<BR/><BR/>Remember when we found those ancient unreleased movie posters for Rainbow Bridge? <BR/><BR/>All The Best.<BR/>Brucie WatusiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com