Audio By Carbonatix
The great George Gimarc called yesterday to talk about … look, I forget what. But at some point, the man who introduced me — and a generation of kids who would have otherwise been stuck listening to Boston and Styx and Kansas in the early 1980s — to punk rock suggested I take a look at the photos page maintained by the just-moved-to-Waxahachie Texas Musicians Museum, which used to be further south in Hillsboro.
George, God bless him, has spent the last few weeks posting … let’s see if I have this straight … 1,358 photos to the site, including promo photos of such local luminaries as The Chessmen, The Rogues and The In-Crowd on the set of Bonnie and Clyde. And since the end of May, he’s cataloged hundreds and hundreds of photos of 45s cranked out by long-forgotten labels (Bismark, Castle, Donnybrook) and their longer-forgotten artists. “It’s just a start,” he says. “When I find a little bit, I just grab a box and go for it.”
But one in particular, posted yesterday, was completely new to me:
I asked George if the mid-’60s single was all right. He said it was “pretty good” — not as good as, say, “Dance, Franny, Dance,” but it’s got a good beat, and you can dance to it. At which point he kindly ripped and converted a copy, which he said I was free to share with the Friends of Unfair Park. Feel free to thank him next Wednesday, when the Vinyl Preservation Society has its monthly “spin-o-rama” at the Bryan Street Tavern at 8.
