Kim Fowley "Live at Burger Records November 24, 2013 "

(Burger, 2016) A wonderfully strange recording of a weirdo legend improvising songs with accompanists (the guitarist Burger thought would be game for the inanity, plus random people from the crowd that Fowley borderline forces to play) for about a total of three minutes (or 2 1/8 songs), and then just gloriously rambling about his rock n roll philosophies, his lengthy history, his admiration of PJ Proby, his health, society's health, and all else under the fluorescent lights, with fascinating mundanity as dull magnificence. While there must be other memorable moments on the album what made the biggest impression on me was a  sad, brief passage where Fowley has a teenage would be rock god shit the bed during a semi-consensual America's Got Talent audition. I sure hope that young man is Post Malone or Thomas Rhett or in 100 Gecs today.