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Yale Brothers Podcast

Yale Brothers with SignsMy brother and I have done six or seven of these SoundCloud audio tracks, which would be considered podcasts if we had them set up with the proper feeds and delivery systems.

The fact that we haven’t yet done that is a head-scratcher – considering that a middle school kid could likely have us ready to go in minutes.

But we love these sessions, and they have a way of meandering off into the tangential.

Where else in 30 minutes can you hear about everything from the bands Big Country and TSOL to Robert Morse and Larry Kert and (of all people) Fifi D’Orsay – to Orson Welles‘ questionable housekeeping practices – to my incessant vaping – to our upcoming gigs at House of Blues Myrtle Beach?

Yale Bros Podcast Pic

I WAS WRONG: We ARE playing the Brews Blues & BBQ event there this Saturday!

Blues and Brews HOB

We’re dads as well – so we love to chime in about what our adult children are up to!

This is, indeed, a junk drawer – but we all know what cool shit is to be found in the junk drawer.

Have a listen.

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Even though we haven’t figured out the proper feeds and under-the-hood stuff to officially call this a podcast – the fact that we have another half-hour conversation in the can, as they say, is a testament to our resolve.

As a fitting follow-up to my last blog post, we talked about my trip to Charleston last week and our memories of “A Chorus Line” back in the day. Boy oh boy our dad gave us so many wonderful memories.

A Chorus Line

The other original cast member that we forgot for the moment was Priscilla Lopez, who was the original Diana Morales. Wayne Cilento, the original Mike Costa in the show, was nominated for seven Tony Awards – finally snagging one for choreography for the Who’s “Tommy” in 1993.

How could we forget that it was Ann Miller who starred in “Sugar Babies” alongside Mickey Rooney when we saw it at the Pantages in Hollywood back in the day. I was thinking of Ann Jillian, who became famous from that show.

This week’s “Stump the Guru” was an attempt by yours truly to trip up Chris about the band, Translator. He did not falter.

Translator

Chris got a check from ASCAP yesterday, what he calls mailbox money.

Other items: The Continental Hyatt (Riot) House on Sunset – and our encounter with Little Richard. Chris’ earlier encounter with him at rock ‘n’ roll Denny’s on Sunset and Vista before that. The Central, which became the Viper Room. Filthy McNasty, the FM Station and Eddie Money “opening” for our band there.

 

Hell – does anybody remember the Bla Bla Cafe?

Vinyl: Luddite or leave it?

We had fun – and this makes me wonder why we haven’t done hundreds of these.

I am glad I went to my brother’s house today, because we messed around and got 30 minutes of audio – I guess you would call it priming for our podcast.

My brother, Chris Yale, insists that these are not podcasts, but simply recordings. Not podcasts until we get the proper feeds and platforms in place.

Christian Roger With Signs

So be it – but I am still happy to share this recording – where I start with trying to stump Chris about Echo & The Bunnymen – and segueing into the sad news about the demise of the local Myrtle Beach alt-weekly, The Surge, for which I was a regular contributor – then on to our adult children and how they are faring currently – and then a couple of other items about growing up in LA, which will be regular features.

Music. Covers versus originals. Lovable drunks at gigs. Douches at gigs.

The way Chris pronounces the word “ruin.”

And of course, Chris’ rotisserie chickens, er – his chihuahuas.

In all, a worthwhile effort, I think. Looking forward to this adventure with my twin.

 

 

 

 

Here we go – trying to see if this Yale Brothers minicast track works without flipping to the next track in the queue.

This is the only way to learn – all of this “under-the-hood” stuff is something my brother and I can live without.

A couple minutes centering on, primarily, the long gone Garden Court Apartments in Hollywood – a “decrepit old place” by the time we saw it. At that time, circa 1977, we were living with our father a bit west of this on Hollywood Boulevard and Fuller – at a great old apartment complex, also long gone – called Peyton Hall.