This little corner of the Interweb was framed-up and drywalled in large part because the place where I have been posting for the past several years seems to have picked up an infestation of fiduciary termites. So the time to branch out to wondrous new URLs is now. For the time being, everything that’s posted here will also be posted there. Except on Fridays.

For over three years, Fridays have been devoted to a feature I shamelessly stole from Tom Spurgeon’s “The Comics Reporter” site. I list five songs (or albums or something music-related) on a given topic and ask others to submit their own lists in the comments sections. It didn’t seem right to re-post that here. Nor did I want to leave this space forlorn and blank every Friday. Hence, “One for Friday.”

So here goes…

From 1988 to 1993, I was heavily involved with the college radio station at the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point, WWSP-90FM. Despite the fact that no portion of our state could claim to have a booming music scene, we were committed to giving airplay and attention to Wisconsin artists. Dairy Rock is what we called it. We always had The Bodeans and Violent Femmes to fall back on, but the intent was to champion little-heard artists. We were, after all, college radio.

One of the few that made a significant impact on our playlists was the Madison band The Weeds. Their first album, Windchill, was in rotation when I started at the radio station. A heavy slab of vinyl, Windchill was full of smart, blistering rock songs. Almost accidentally, the band was booked to play a show for us in the spring. I honestly remember very little about that gig. They brought an opening act that played their set while wearing football helmets and had one punk-styled song with lyrics that consisted entirely of repeating the name “Johnny.” Also, one of the members of The Weeds spent time comparing Chuck Taylor shoe repair methodologies with my friend Colin. They both agreed that Duct Tape was the best material to use.

Move forward to 1992. The Weeds released their second album, King Crow, on Boat Records. The were just enough of us around that fondly remembered the first record to pay extra attention to this one. We also sought the band out for another spring concert, specifically scheduled one week before the station’s annual trivia contest. The night before, we sponsored a “Midnight Movie” screening of Hal Hartley’s Simple Men, which was fortuitous because it gave us the perfect dance moves to bust out when The Weeds played their big hit off of King Crow. I’m not sure if the band even know it was their big hit, but it was the song that received the most spins on the radio station. As you might imagine, we were well-prepped by the local brew before launching into the aforementioned dance moves.

In honor of that bygone Saturday night, here’s the song that inspired our synchronized revelry.

“Nancy Sinatra” by The Weeds.

(Disclaimer: This song is posted not to take money of hard-working musicians pockets. My online hunting has turned up nary a mention of The Weeds or King Crow across the Web than spans worldwide. Certainly, I can find no way to exchange American or foreign currency to procure the recording. I believe it is long out of print and entirely unavailable. You’d probably need to go to a used CD store in Madison to even have a hope of finding it, and the band wouldn’t get anything from that purchase anyway, except the warm satisfaction that someone is enjoying their music again. Apparently, a few of The Weeds are now in band called We Are Beatrice, which has been touted by the city’s independent weekly newspaper with the breathless proclamation “more importantly, they have matching shirts and hats.” If any of the fine gentlemen from The Weeds finds this post and asks me to remove the song, I will gladly do so. Also, if they find this, I want to thank you again from playing that “Every Rose Has Its Thorn/Skyway” medley the night of the second show. We know you didn’t really want to.)