Author Archives: Jon Sidel

Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

We got no high times, always flat / If you go out, you don’t come back / It’s all so funny I can’t laugh / Oh, perfect day / What more to say? / Don’t need no one to tell me what I don’t already know…

Next week July 4th falls on a Wednesday, and for the life of me I can’t recall a July 4th on a Wednesday. Honestly it’s a bit disorienting.

Are we open for business? Do I “fuck off?” Or do I wait until Monday? How upside down and perfect. Here’s a set up of perfect songs to BBQ to. Enjoy it all as it’s happening…

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

If it’s true that a rich man leads a sad life / N’ that’s what they say from day to day / Then what do all the poor do with their lives / On Judgement Day? With nothing to say

I’ve been beat up, I’ve been thrown out / But I’m not down, I’m not down / I’ve been shown up but I’ve grown up / I’m not down, I’m not down

So you rock around and think that you’re the toughest / In the world, the whole wide world / But you’re streets away from where it gets the roughest / You ain’t been there, oh

Well, I’ve been beat up, I’ve been thrown out / But I’m not down, I’m not down / I’ve been shown up but I’ve grown up / I’m not down, I’m not down

Yesterday was the summer solstice, and boy was I in a lazy mood. Believe you me, I wasn’t the only one. Seems like the entire office just wanted to lay around and watch the World Cup. And why not? What a fine way to prepare for last night’s midsummer’s night’s dream.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Dear Dad, don’t get mad, / What I’m asking for / Is by the next semester / Can I get another car? / This one here is sick’ning / On a wide dual road. / I might as well be walking / As to drive this old Ford.

Those who know…know. Parenthood is a trip. So I’m throwing myself a little playlist party and dedicating this week’s Idelic Hour to me. Yes me, fucking daddy-O! ‘Cause in this here 2018, daddy needs a break.

To all the dads out there, why not grab a bite of your favorite food and maybe head out. Do something for yourself? I might just cruise down the coast, jump on a fishing boat, and head out to sea for the day.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Would you like to say something before you leave / Perhaps you’d care to state exactly how you feel / We said goodbye before we said hello / I hardly even like you, I shouldn’t care at all / We met just six hours ago, the music was too loud / From your bed I gained a day and lost a bloody year / And I would like to know / How do you feel, how do you feel? / How do you feel, how do you feel? —Summer ’68

I woke up this morning to the news that Anthony Bourdain died. It’s hard to believe that someone who seemed so cool to so many would kill themselves. That’s fucked—really fucked—but onto another point.

This guy was a true 21st century hero—kinda like the Joe Strummer of food and reality TV in a sense. In some ways a down to earth guy, interested in all walks of life but also an intellectual, and yes… A HUGE INSPIRATION!

I mean, this fucking guy made our culture, and so many lives, so much better. It’s like we all knew him (didn’t we?). Since his arrival on TV I’ve often wondered if I had spent a long night drinking with this guy in ’80s NYC. It’s not actually that far-fetched?

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak / I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks / I’ve been drawn into your magnetar pit trap trap / I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey! / Wait! / I’ve got a new complaint / Forever in debt to your priceless advice / Hey! / Wait! / I’ve got a new complaint / Forever in debt to your priceless advice / Hey! / Wait! / I’ve got a new complaint / Forever in debt to your priceless advice, your advice

It’s certainly not Valentines Day here in the Canyon. In fact “June gloom” has come early. Mornings have been a bit cold, dark, and foggy—far from what you might expect for end of school ceremonies. Here in our nest our hearts have kept us warm.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Give me time to realize my crime  / Let me love and steal / I have danced inside your eyes  / How can I be real / Do you really want to hurt me  / Do you really want to make me cry / Precious kisses words that burn me / Lovers never ask you why

It’s late in the canyon. Well, late for me I guess. Shit my days have changed. As many of my friends know, I’ve had a trying 2018. This last week was as stressful as any.

The “really” good news is, as I listen to this week’s Idelic Hour, I realize I have a few key things—family, friends, and rock ‘n’ roll.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

In the perfumed armpit of time / Develop a debt now / These people are bricks / Six feet stones wrapped up and bowed / Such disappointment when the paper is ripped / So I stand still, boring and bored / Fetching my eye again / Against the wall…

I’m back in my Laurel Canyon garage, back at it again. After a couple of weeks off from The Idelic Hour, I’m back in the garage, “sticking around,” listening to cool songs, and thinking…likely thinking a touch too much.

In truth, not much and everything has happened in the last two weeks. I can’t remember an Idelic Hour of late where I wasn’t dedicating a song to someone who has “bought the farm.” File under: paying more attention since Bowie died. Well, how can you not? Especially in light of ”big brother” Trump and Spotify.

This week my phone died. I woke up and my device, “my buddy,” was simply dark. I went to Best Buy and purchased a replacement. When I turned it on, it asked me if I wanted Google to reinstall my apps. Within a few hours my entire life was restored. It was a creepy magic.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

My love must be a kind of blind love / I can’t see anyone but you / Sha bop sha bop / Sha bop sha bop / Sha bop sha bop / Sha bop sha bop / Sha bop sha bop / Are the stars out tonight / I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright / I only have eyes for you dear / Sha bop sha bop

Love has to be greatest muse of all time. I’m not sure if love gave birth to song or vice versa. The topic must be the first playlist of all time: Serial # 001. I believe I intuitively create a “lover’s set” at the “change” of each season.

This Spring’s lovers playlist was inspired by a couple of new covers that dropped on the internet this week. First my ears catch Kevin Morby’s Flamingos cover, and then Beck’s warm rendition of Elvis’s classic tipped the scales for a set soaked in a dreamy, romantic vibes.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

In these times of contention / it’s not my intention to make things plain
 / I’m looking through mirrors to catch the reflection / that can’t be mine / 
I’m losing control now I’ll just have to slow down a thought or two / 
I can’t feel the future and I’m not even certain that there is a past…

I’m not totally sure what I believe in these days. Are you? I hate to blame it on the state of politics, but who knows?

Yesterday we had a “brown out” in the canyon. Man, that “browning” flipped a switch. Nothing worked. There was no charging devices, mobile service, or internet. No way to call and check and no fucking hot water. Fuck man, I had to take a few deep breaths and pray everything would be OK. For the most part it was. I lost a couple of hours of time, but thinking back, it wasn’t so bad.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Well, I saw Uncle John with long tall Sally / He saw Aunt Mary comin’ and he ducked back in the alley oh baby / Yeah baby, woo baby / Havin’ me some fun tonight, yeah, ow / Well, long, tall Sally / She’s built for speed, she got / Everything that Uncle John need, oh baby / Yeah baby, woo baby / Havin’ me some fun tonight, yeah…

Long Tall Sally, what a grand ol’ dame in the history of rock ‘n’ roll. She stands tall against the test of time. I imagine her as long woman, drinking a pint of whiskey, sweating it out on a juke joint dance floor.

Who sweating up with dat gal? Little Richard, Bumps Blackwell, or Enotris Johnson? Two of ’em must be slipping and a sliding in rock n roll heaven tonight.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Oh help me Jesus / Come through this storm / I had to lose her / To do her harm / I heard her holler / I heard her moan / My lovely daughter / I took her home / Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water. / Come back here, man, gimme my daughter. / Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water. / Come back here, man, gimme my daughter.

For years The Idelic Hour has featured a Coachella inspired setlist for the drive out to Indio. Coachella, the grandaddy of California music festivals, begins today. I wouldn’t want to poop a party, so I won’t.

Between and before Eminem and Beyonce there are a dozen or so well-selected young rock bands playing Indio over the next two weeks. Thee Oh Sees, Cherry Glazerr, Snail Mail, The Drums, Goat Girl, War On Drugs, and Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever to name a few.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

We’re only making plans for Nigel  / We only want what’s best for him / We’re only making plans for Nigel / Nigel just needs this helping hand / And if young Nigel says he’s happy / He must be happy / He must be happy in his work…

Written by bassist Colin Moulding of the British new wave band XTC, “Making Plans for Nigel” is a New Wave classic. The song comes from the point of view of a parent. To be honest I can’t really remember making too many “life plans” in my early 20s.

This said, I did make “nightlife plans” daily and I dare say notoriously. As I’m putting together this week’s set I’m procrastinating thinking about how, as we’ve grown older, we tend to always be making serious plans. Ugggh…what a revelation. “What’s your plan?” Every day, with everything.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

She rides unclothed through the streets of Coventry / Upon a great cockhorse hair to her knees / I wore a Minotaur’s Mask and I played the Moon Cow / I was the last to see her anyhow / No one’s gonna lay eyes to see / Lady Godiva and me…

Easter break in the canyon finds us driving south to Long Beach for Passover. Years ago “Passover in the OC” would have seemed like a strange thought, but in 2018 it will be a relief. I’m grateful to have the fellow Sidel/ Fineman/ Berman clan within 50 miles of us.

Also this week, visiting from Thailand, we had my brother and sister-in-law staying with us. Our family has become a fun and yummy melting pot of cultures. Sometimes we function like a herd of kittens, but we try to give ourselves purpose. Props to my uncle Elliott and cousin Elisa for making this weekend special for the kids. Hopefully they won’t get too carried away with egg hunts and video screens.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Tonight you’re mine, completely / You give your love so sweetly / Tonight the light of love is in your eyes / But will you love me tomorrow / Is this a lasting treasure / Or just a moment’s pleasure / Can I believe the magic in your sighs / Will you still love me tomorrow / Tonight with words unspoken / You say that I’m the only one/ But will my heart be broken / When the night meets the morning sun / I’d like to know that your love / Is a love I can be sure of / So tell me now and I won’t ask again / Will you still love me tomorrow

Today I’m celebrating love for a childhood friend. (Shit, I’m learning as I get older to hold those special friendships dear.) There was a day when I was carefree—I’d get home from school, lace up my Pro Keds, and head out. My spot; a pair of tucked away basketball courts located behind the 86th Street crosstown in Central Park. Yes, it was “schoolyard ballin,” New York City, ’70s style. Before Air Jordans and leather sneakers there was Connie Hawkins and Julius Erving (better known as “The Doc”).

Between games (as we called it, “run”) we played frisbee. Before we tossed “the disc” we rolled joints in ’em. In those days weed was a weed with TONS of seeds, so the frisbees had a duel function. Rolling papers, a quart of beer, and a basketball was all we needed. We didn’t really give a fuck about anything other than music. It was the age of the concerts and going to a rock show at age 14 in NYC in the 1970s was like venturing into JRR Tolkien’s Middle Earth. There was fun, beauty, and sometimes great danger.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face / And stars fill my dream / I’m a traveler of both time and space / To be where I have been / To sit with elders of the gentle race / This world has seldom seen / They talk of days for which they sit and wait / All will be revealed / Talk in song from tongues of lilting grace / Sounds caress my ear / And not a word I heard could I relate / The story was quite clear

MATT DIKE | 1962–2018

It’s difficult to sum up the life of a human with just a few words, yet the tale of Matt Dike is a rock ‘n’ roll tale, and this Idelic Hour of songs is my best pitch.

In the ’80s, Dike was LA’s coolest—the kid from the New York suburbs who turned DJing a dorm room into rock legend. The guy had it all. Taste, looks, charm, charisma, and a fun sense of humor. For the two to three years we ran underground nightclubs together, Dike was my best friend and constant companion.

It came as no surprise that Dike named his label Delicious Vinyl. Dike was a vinyl collector of epic proportions. Records literally meant the world to Matt, for it was his DJ sets and a collector’s nature that were at his core, his soul, his god. As Dike’s business partner, it was part of my job to protect “the records” over all else. Money, the sound system, the staff, as he bluntly explained, “can be easily replaced, but my records would take years.”

In the heat of running a sometimes illegal party, the stacks of heavy milk crates could really weigh a dude down, but fuck man…so many great times. And all of them revolving around songs and record collecting. We used to sit and eat the $2.99 breakfast special at the greasy spoon joint on Santa Monica Boulevard and discuss his DJ sets, freaking about that magical, unpredictable record that would seem to drop out of left field and rock an unsuspecting dance floor into both sweat and ecstasy. “How about ‘Atomic Dog’ into ‘How Soon Is Now?'”  a then new single from The Smiths.

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