Freddie’s favorite singer. Midnight Special, 1973. Hello its me. And I’m calling from The Near-Sighted Monkey Lounge and Roller Rink and it’s a couples skate will you skate with me?
Aaaaaaaaaaand that’s how I grew to love Lynda Barry even more than before.
I was holding back from posting a million Todd videos this past week! I swear! But then what are you going to do when it’s Thanksgiving Eve and you’ve bought all the pies and the guests are gone and there’s a fire in the wood burning stove and you’re so so so so happy with how everything turned out and then this turns up on Tumblr? What are you going to do but love everything all the more?
Skating with you Lynda Barry. Boy am I ever.
Todd Rundgren’s Utopia - Seven Rays (Midnight Special 2-75)
I don’t want to talk or write or think or hear about anything but this song/video right now. I know you guys don’t get it, but I would love to hear from you if you’ve ever been so singularly obsessed with something that it physically aches you to have to do basic things such as feeding yourself.
I’m dead serious. Email me. Or send pizza. I might have a tumor?
Bubbling Over: Todd Rundgren 1978 Backstage Interview (1 of 2) (by mickstadium)
This is a mind-blowing interview in my opinion, actually from 1979, not ‘78, where Todd is dicussing how obsolete certain then or pending video technologies will become in the near future….It’s insane how he’s discussing this IN 1979… The man’s a genius. Enjoy fellow Toddheads!! <3
Because I wouldn’t expect any of you to watch fourteen minutes of Todd the way I would (on loop, pausing certain special moments in order to paw fondly at the screen), here’s his Nostradamus moment:
“I think software is definitely the thing. I think people have to become software conscious and realize that there will be a market for it one way or another. But that they shouldn’t necessarily tailor it for video discs, because I don’t think video discs are viable enough. I don’t think they ever will be. I think they should tailor it, if they wanna know what’s gonna happen, it’s gonna be interactive computer controlled television.
[…] You will no longer go out and buy permanently recorded things. […]
It’s like digital sound: it’ll eventually be digital video, […] and it’ll be shuffled into your main computer memory, which you know, who knows? In 25 years somebody may have a resident computer, you know, in their home with a billion bytes of memory in it. And this’ll be standard, you know, to have a billion byte memory in a home computer, in something that’s no bigger than this sink.”
Sending data over cable lines? Home computers the size of sinks? Who is this mad man?
YOU GUYS (yes I’m going with “you guys” here to really drive the point home): TODD RUNDGREN INVENTED THE INTERNET.
Just because I’m not in New York for the great shake doesn’t mean I’ll be denied the chance to post some Todd.
Earthquake in New York City
The Chrysler Building fell in my yard
But when the shit hits the fan
I think I’ll have to make my way back to
Todd Rundgren—“Couldn’t I Just Tell You”
Something/Anything? (Bearsville 1972).
I finally feel strong enough to admit that I recently spent a good few hours researching the two different pressings I own of this album, trying to decide which I should bring with me to Ohio. This research included consecutive listenings of “Breathless” in which I’d drop the needle on the record, then run to stand next to the speakers, then run back and change the record and repeat to see if I could hear tiny variations in the treble or bass or general quality of sound.
Also a Dilemma: Do I pack all of my Joni and Stevie and Patti and Todd into one precious box or spread them out so that losing one box off the back of the truck wouldn’t be so intensely painful?
And yes: this is a really fantastic song.