PG&E
I saw the Pacific Gas & Electric Blues Band, as I remember their name then, at a tiny club in Cleveland in 1968. It was a dump in a basement at 107th and Euclid, named La Cave. [I was in on that joke, cave being French for basement.] The club sold beer to high school kids, which made me feel extremely cool; I bet they never got raided because the beer had no alcohol in it at all. I don’t know how bands could afford to play such a small place—it was very close to buying eggs for 3 cents and selling them for 2 cents.
It was an unsophisticated time. I saw one local band open a show by doing all the songs they could play; they looked thrilled that we applauded enough they could do an encore, but all they could do was repeat the number that had got the biggest hand (a good cover of “Down by the River.”)
I loved all the bands I saw in high school—I don’t think I had any critical capacity at all. Many of them will show up in my record collection. I can remember Linn County Blues Band, Taj Mahal, Paul Butterfield Band, B.B. King, Joan Baez, New York Rock and Roll Ensemble. Too bad I missed the MC5 and Velvet Underground. I should get out more now.
These guys were Pacific Gas & Electric on their first record—weren’t there legal departments at record companies? I’m sure there are other examples.
This is not a great record. I have an early record of theirs which is better—it has the best version of “Motor City Is Burning” I’ve heard. The guitar player left, and the lead singer turned the band toward R and B/gospel. They cover “Heat Wave” and “When a Man Loves a Woman” in a workmanlike fashion, but there is no reason in the world to cover those songs unless you nail them. The singer sounds like Taj Mahal doing funk—not bad, but there are better things to listen to. The liner notes say that the band ran out of gas at the end, as do the liner notes. Too bad.
There are some Best of/Greatest/Very Best of/Hits albums that don’t deliver what the title promises. More to come on that.
This version of Staggolee has a .41 caliber gun—I keep track of what size gun gets mentioned in songs. It also mentions a $300 funeral and a $1,000 hearse—that was extravagant in those days (keeping track of inflation for you). Short Dogs and Englishmen calls out Les Paul.