Thursday, July 27, 2017

Crackle and Spark: Moby Grape and Husker Du

                      Moby Grape – Wow / Grape Jam
 An Appreciation or “whatever happened to hairy Mary??”

Moby Grape is a group whose story is one of the great cautionary tales of bad luck in the music business. Maybe only Badfinger had a worse go of it. At least there were no suicides in Moby Grape. Yet, what often gets lost in the shuffle is how Moby Grape’s story is also one of inexplicable resilience and the power of the human spirit. For along the circuitous path of this band’s history there have occurred infrequent yet potent flashes of genius, light and exuberance when it was least expected or warranted. In the darkest of circumstances, the electric Moby Grape spirit would come roaring back as if after long, fallow periods the latent power had no option but to burst forth undeterred and unable to be denied. It defies all rational logic. There is just no way such a down and out lot should have had the audacity to be so awesome on their own terms, on their own time - always having to fight off their oppressors (seen and unseen) in the process.

One might argue that although the seeds of the group’s bittersweet fruit were sown early on, the years following their late 60s heyday have provided the better story. Lawsuits dragged on with the courts rarely siding in their favor. Yet the real identity of Moby Grape always resided with those original five fantastic musicians. Time, in the long run, has been on their side. That fabulous five proved over and over how the magic resided within them – not in some document saying who owns what words or images. The magic is apparent to all those with ears – and has been there right from the git-go, in fact………..

 Moby Grape was assembled around guitar player Skip Spence who, after drumming for the original Jefferson Airplane, had a mind to strike out on his own as a bandleader / composer / singer and songwriter. The musicians that were drafted to fill out the band were not all known to each other at the time. Jerry Miller and Don Stevenson were pulled in through Bob Mosley, but that was the extent of who knew who prior to the formation of the band. What these five musicians achieved in the first formative months of their existence as a band is astounding – a smokin’ live act with emphasis on killer original material and a debut record on a major label that also featured original songs expertly executed and presented. The self-titled first album holds the distinction of being one of the few truly perfect albums in the history of the medium – and to think this was their first record…….just staggering. Still is. If you don’t own a copy please do yourself a favor and get one pronto! You will be happy. You will jump up and down. You will play air guitar. Why aren’t you listening to this record now? 
 
Some groups only have it one way – either a great record or a great live act. Rarely is there a combination of the two. Moby Grape had that magical alignment of fortunes. A live CD of various performances was issued on Sundazed a bunch of years back and it contains a portion of the smokin’ set performed by the Grape at the Monterey Pop Festival. Oh boy, did these guys have “it”. Lots of “it”. More “it” than most bands. For years I read about how dynamic they were as a live unit – particularly the presence of Skip Spence onstage. Around the summer of 2001 I took a solo journey out to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. This was prior to youtube. I literally stood frozen in front of an exhibit case with various artifacts from Bay Area groups (including the fringe jacket Skip Spence wore on the front cover of Moby Grape’s perfect debut album). Why was I stuck there? A little television was positioned at the top of the case which must have been linked to a VCR playing a tape loop of performances from these bands – including a clip of Moby Grape with Skip Spence leading the band through a song on the first album which BLEW MY CIRCUITS. Seeing Skip Spence in action like that made the hair on my arms stand on end. What an electric performer! See here:
 
The stories of the first tour across the US are legendary. Tearing up stages night after night with Spence pulling out all the stops. They quickly became the envy of their peers. Yet, as brilliant as the first album was, the damage was inflicted by the record company’s decision to issue all the tracks as singles simultaneously – sending them all out to radio stations in one shot. Said radio stations had no idea which songs to plug and therefore no single song had a ghost of a chance to advance up the charts. Its almost as if Moby Grape was chosen as the group to experiment with – beyond shameful since they deserved better.

Sessions for the follow-up LP began in California and, by all accounts, were a disaster mainly due to partying and general unruly behavior. The decision to move the sessions to New York would prove both decisive and fateful. The record would get done, but the price paid would extend well beyond the studio costs. Once the record was finally hitting the shops, Skip Spence would be heading for an extended stay in a psychiatric hospital. The future of the band without their leader, however fragile, was unknown. Still, there was talent aplenty – especially apparent in bassist and vocalist Bob Mosley. Guitarist Peter Lewis has stated that Mosley was the one member of the group who could have been a star in his own right without the rest of the band backing him up. Great songwriter, great bassist – better vocalist (he could have been Otis Redding’s own son). In the great killer bands of my imagination, putting Bob Mosley in a fantasy group with Steve Marriott is among the more potent daydreams I’ve allowed myself to have. Even though every member of Moby Grape could sing well, Mosley had that magic voice. 
 
While the debut album rightly gets the attention it deserves, it dawned on me that the sophomore effort – Wow / Grape Jam – is too often unjustly criticized. Perhaps it gets lost in the history of its own creation, particularly the events that sidelined Skip Spence which propelled the group into a tailspin. Had Spence not melted down in 1968 and the group continued intact to third and fourth proper albums, Wow may have been hailed as the slightly excessive, but ultimately transitional record it was meant to be. So Wow gets unfairly compared to that perfect debut album and, really – it’s a shame. Wow is as honest to its times as the self-titled LP was to its own place and time. If the debut embodied the optimism of San Francisco’s 1967 Summer of Love, Wow is the worthy counterpart soundtrack for the parade of grotesque surrealism America endured in 1968. As such, Wow stands as an honest snapshot of what people were feeling and thinking in those days. What more can we ask of great art beyond this?

Perhaps fittingly, the leadoff track sets the scene literally with “The Place and the Time”. 
 
Here to sing our words and song
Finger chimes and wonder and losing nothing

Mother and father, think for yourself
This is the place and the time
Make the changes, hear the time
All those silly words don't seem to rhyme

Now I'm cold and I wonder why
My twelfth floor mansions seem to touch the sky
Tomorrow I'll be back to see if you can really be here

My, what a strange vision I have seen and what a change

What's that walkin' through my years
And breathin' on your mind?


Oh, what strange visions and changes did confront the American populace in that fateful year! Never were song lyrics so directly correlated to the times. This almost sounds like a sing-songy introduction to an elementary-school stage production – a childlike preamble heralding the weirdness to come. “Mother and Father – think for yourself – this is the Place and the Time……..”

The following track – “Murder in my Heart for the Judge” – is one of the strongest efforts on the album (with an impassioned vocal from Mosley) and, oddly enough, a potential anthem for the true Moby Grape Nation in their ongoing legal plight through the ensuing years. 
 It also underscores the growing generation gap that had rapidly befallen the country in that era. The big, fat, bald representative of justice is just another example of The Establishment looking to crucify the younger generation. Yet, there is a slight wink in the vocal delivery which provides a bit of comic relief to an otherwise tense face-off between the hippie culture and the straight culture. The plaintiff pleads “I’m sure to change my ways……” but the judge wasn’t born yesterday and sees right through the phony remorse with the promise to throw the book at the hippie for “getting smart”. The judge may be an asshole, but he’s not stupid. (Though I’d like to qualify the fact that there are truly stupid judges out there!)

Bitter Wind – the philosophical centerpiece of the LP, yet a possible window into some sort of psychological torment (expressed in the noise section, perhaps?).

Can't Be So Bad – Jerry Miller as the upbeat guy trying desperately to cheer up a clearly depressed young lady – the over-the-top pleading on Jerry's part is reminiscent of those who have struggled with family members with legitimate mental illness. Yet, at the core Miller wants all to be well – and his dedication to being a Good Samaritan is both honorable and admirable. Level-headed and empathetic – good combination of qualities. Especially in ideologically war-torn America of 1968.

Just Like Gene Autry – Spence has the best sense of humor – the outtakes of the Arthur Godfrey vocal overdub session reveal how effective Spence was in getting even the most unlikely people in on his “trip” to do things beyond what they'd normally do. Yet, that bright light of inspiration has a dark shadow revealed on side two...........

He – Peter Lewis has written that he was experiencing a minor personal meltdown of his own during the sessions for Wow and this was his only significant contribution. Oddly enough, he could have been writing the song about Spence, though I don't think that was the case. Nevertheless, a song about a fragile person..........

Motorcycle Irene – the dark side of Spence is revealed here. I will maintain that car crash sounds do not belong on pop music albums (nor do auto disaster songs – see Jan and Dean about that).

Three-Four – this is a beautiful song which gives Mosley an honest shot at being taken seriously as a country and western singer. This track could have been issued as a single and sent to country stations under his own name and might have gained a spot on the playlists. There is little evidence that this track is being performed by a Bay-Area hippie band. Plenty of rock groups were dipping their toes into the C&W territory, yet none of the other bands were capable of pulling off such an authentic and honest-sounding performance in the true spirit of the genre. There is no irony here. Only heartfelt emotion. They should have been booked on the Johnny Cash show to do this number.

Funky-Tunk – the light-hearted take on C&W – a little hillbilly he-hawing to remind us this is a rock and roll band with a sense of humor. Really, a nice bump down to reality from the seriousness of the previous track.

Rose Colored Eyes – one of the most hauntingly-beautiful songs of the golden age of rock music. Once again the versatility of Mosley's vocal abilities gets its due here. Side two is pretty much all about Bob since he owns the vocal performances like a champ.

Miller's Blues – maybe titled for Jerry (who does provide some tasty guitar work here), but the vocal duties fall to Bob again and he knocks it out of the park. Interesting to note – 1968 was the year of the blues, yet this Bay Area group gets influenced here by the New York Blues approach – more in the urbane-style with horns and so-forth. There is a weariness to the proceedings which reminds us that 1968 was a very rough year for everyone.

Naked, If I Want To – Bob gets the final word here with the other age-old musical question.............updated and insistent in the grand style of Otis Redding. This seemingly throwaway track illustrates the difference between the whimsical version on the '67 debut with the newer, less idealistic version on the '68 LP. In other words.........why can't we do these things a year later? Haven't we progressed yet? What's the holdup? And a hearty Amen to THAT, especially in the USA, 2017-style. Eeesh.

I could keep writing about the other albums - reflecting the ups and downs of this talented, but troubled bunch over the years. There are more stories to illustrate that triumph of spirit in the face of adversity - and the Melville Gang has been through the wringer of life to testify. Yet, I will save that for another time. The story for Moby Grape takes a sour turn by 1973 when the original band loses the right to perform under that name - a situation that takes decades to change. The whole story has really yet to be told properly. It is a strange tale of how individuals thrown together find common ground in the fight for the right to be themselves - held together by the bond of a curious and magical musical chemistry. 
 
     If the Moby Grape band pulled together as friends to fight for their name and legacy, others have had the opposite problem - legendary acrimony that may have been the source of the creative spark, but leading to no chance of any reunion activity. Over the years I have attempted to write about Husker Du as a band. The following is the best of the several attempts with some new stuff thrown in. The time may be right to finally publish my homage to the Du.........


             HUSKER DU - Remembered and not forgotten:

Predicting shifts in musical trends is not something I expect to do anytime in the near or distant future. Yet, I can say “I saw it coming” as the 1980s morphed into the 1990s. Well, I didn't know exactly when that shift was coming, but I wasn't entirely surprised when it arrived. Grunge. Nirvana. Loud rock guitar based music with long hair again. To the average music fan of the 80s, the grungiest thing to hit the mainstream was Guns N' Roses, but of course they just looked like an updated version of Aerosmith to me. I often wondered where the Nirvana fans were when great independent rock trios of the 80s were blazing the pathway – Meat Puppets, The Minutemen, The Wipers, Agitpop and, especially, Husker Du.

I know I wasn't the only one. Yet, I was the only person I knew who KNEW. None of my friends were as interested in Husker Du as I was then. Now it's like, one other person I know personally. Of course, I never got to see them live - nor in any solo outings, alas. But I can honestly say, "I was a Husker Du fan in the 80’s". And for this I have to give credit to my main music news connection of the era – Musician Magazine. There used to be little profiles on up and coming bands in a section of the magazine devoted to that stuff. Once in awhile a band would be described as “neo-psychedelic”. Like the Rain Parade. I bought their album – not bad. More like 1965-era Byrds as opposed to psychedelic. 
 
Another issue had a little profile about Husker Du. Now, these guys looked more like wrestlers than psychedelic rockers, but I read how they covered the Byrds “Eight Miles High” – that sounded pretty cool. But it took me awhile to finally hear that record. In the meantime, I found an unlikely Husker Du record at the local mall chain-store record shop (they were known to carry some indie stuff at the time besides the usual major label crud). For some reason they did not have any of the SST releases, but they did have “Everything Falls Apart”. I debated about this one since it wasn’t on SST and I had never heard about it. The cover listed a song titled “Sunshine Superman”. Hmmm. Really? The Donovan song? Alright – a punk version of Donovan – sold!
 
I was a little dismayed to find out the record was cut at 45 RPM speed when I sliced open the shrink wrap and slid the vinyl out of the sleeve. 45? Well, this was going to be a short album. I think I put the needle immediately down on “Sunshine Superman”. Hey – a little abrasive, but not bad. A “tough” version, but this was no parody. These guys genuinely liked the song. I could tell. Fine. But it was when I placed the needle into the grooves at the start of the record that I was face to face with a new reality. This was PUNK music. Loud, fast, waaaay abrasive, but there were hooks, melodies lurking there. I will never forget watching that record spin so fast on my turntable as Grant Hart’s propulsive drumming thundered out of the speakers like an out of control herd of galloping cattle. 
 
Now, I had played in a little punk-type band for a brief time. It was fun, but kinda one-dimensional. So, to hear a “punk” band branching out into other musical vibes beyond “hardcore” was pretty interesting to me. I have to think it must have been 1985 or 1986 when I heard this record – only a few years after its release, but by then the Huskers had moved ahead musically – and I was still trying to catch up!

I’ll tell you why I adopted Husker Du as “my band”. First off – the abrasive stuff was interesting, but not speed metal. Everyone else I knew in high school was going bonkers over Metallica. I never latched onto that band. Maybe it was the guy that sat in front of me in Spanish class who had every Metallica T-shirt known to man – the ones with the glow-in-the-dark electrocuted skeleton and the fist with the dagger popping out of a toilet come to mind – I hate to say it, but those images seemed kind of contrived to me. Kinda like “here’s some stuff that adolescents will think is really rebellious and their parents will hate it and gosh aren’t we just soooooo rebellious???”. It struck me as a little obvious and paint-by-numbers in the image department. Probably prevented me from appreciating some great music, but that’s my un-hip brain for you…….
                                        What I never got to witness live. Raw Power!

Aside from a much more mysterious image than Metallica, Husker Du – even at their most abrasive – knew how to incorporate melody and harmony into their music. They gave the listener something familiar to latch onto while being ushered into the “new” era of aggressive rock and roll music. Actually, by the time I latched onto Husker Du, it must have been 1986. I seem to recall seeing the 12” single for “Don’t Want to Know if You Are Lonely” in the same bin as “Everything Falls Apart”. I’m sure I had heard some other tracks on WVKR – the local college radio station. I distinctly remember hearing “Green Eyes” on there from the fabulous “Flip Your Wig” album.

What else made Husker Du so compelling in the 1980s? The 80s seemed to be the decade when mainstream acts were afraid to crank up their amps. Popular music sounded so………manufactured. Husker Du had just enough “edge” to their sound to be contemporary, but enough quality singing, hooks, interesting lyrics and songcraft in general to stand out from the crowd. Nobody was doing what they were doing in that era. Not knowing any of the inside info on the band – it looked in 1986 that they were going to hit big and push music in the proper direction (which they ultimately did). This noisy-as-hell band signed to Warner Brothers and certainly the Grant Hart songs on “Candy Apple Grey” had “hit single” written all over them. “Don’t Want to Know If You Are Lonely” is an 80’s power-pop masterpiece. Not to mention “Dead Set on Destruction” – what a great track that is! I really thought – finally! A ballsy power pop group with good songs is going to save popular music from the freeze-dried hell of the 80s!

1987 arrives – new double album. Tours. Show in Poughkeepsie cancelled. Even though I was not yet 18 I was determined to get into that show. My one missed opportunity. By 1988/9 they were done. Nobody seemed to care. Then……..THEN! All of a sudden in 1991, everyone is crapping themselves silly over this new band Nirvana – lessee – a power/punk/pop trio in the Husker Du mold – basically reaping the glory that the Huskers laid the groundwork for all through those miserable 80s? Where were all these people when Husker Du was laying it down only a few years before? I have never been a Nirvana fan. My loss I suppose. I just couldn’t…………….

There was something else about Husker Du’s approach – the music was intense, but the lyrics usually betrayed some inner turmoil and awkwardness that certainly spoke to me as an adolescent teen. There was a certain willingness on the part of Mould and Hart to reveal some vulnerability in their lyrics which was quite different from the typical vapid posturing that went on in 80s popular music for the most part. To me, it was Grant Hart's stuff that truly set the band apart - his material had an unmistakably deranged, desperate and unhinged quality to it. At once compelling and, at times, disturbing. It is possible that both the main songwriters encouraged each other to plumb the depths of their psyches to dredge out the best of what was lurking inside them. To magnificent effect for the art, if not for the business side of their relationship. In their case, one could argue what made them special is what also tore them to pieces as a band.

With the grunge revolution of the 90s, it was reported to be fashionable to name-drop Husker Du as an influence if you wanted some alternative-credibility. Since I was essentially out of the rock music loop by that point I could care less about how hip it might be, but I was never too bowled over by what I heard other bands coming up with in an attempt to carry the torch the Huskers lit back in the 80s. Context is everything. I’m sure to modern ears the music Husker Du came up with sounds like an interesting curiosity. Like some weird science experiment gone wrong. But those records were (for me) the only worthwhile direction rock music could go in. And for the band who brought the change as close to becoming reality as it could get in their day NOT to get any of the credit or payoff just pissed me off to no end. Maybe there were others like me who reacted the same way. I have this thing about "myth". To me, Husker Du was the LAST band to conjure up the MYTH FACTOR - perhaps for other people it would be Nirvana. The elusive way people "talk" about a band in excited tones. Telling stories of past glories and future conquests. That kind of mythical stuff. To watch the Huskers come so far and then wipe out right when they should have led the charge was a lot like - breaking up with the first girlfriend who meant something to you. Well, you can guess why I make that particular analogy! The Huskers breakup and my first breakup happened pretty much simultaneously. In fact, Bob Mould's "Workbook" solo album was like the soundtrack to my immediate post-breakup world - can't hear it any other way. So I have a fair amount of emotion tied in with this particular band! Lucky me!

Husker Du's music is raw emotion. The intensity of the emotion behind their songs – that’s what set them apart. These guys put out the most haunted and tortured-sounding power-speedpop songs imaginable. And a good majority of those were damn catchy! Well, not all of the songs were torture-fests. Mould’s songs kinda split between the frenetic scream-fests and the sombre dirges. Grant Hart’s stuff struck a much more sinister vibe – some songs could be singalong sweet pop confection while the more screamy songs often had a just-escaped-from-the-mental-institution sensibility going on. Mould was definitely angry, but he didn’t come off sounding half as dangerous as Hart. Yet, even with these edgy qualities, Husker Du made such unlikely inroads into mainstream culture at the time – it’s hard for the current crop of young people to realize that although there were figures from the music world capable of criticizing the “system” in an intelligent way (Bob Dylan, John Lennon and Frank Zappa were the three most media-savvy truth tellers of the era), even those people had “star quality” to the extent that they “fit in” as the Court Critics. The guys in Husker Du certainly did NOT have that vibe about them AT ALL. And seeing their appearance on the Joan Rivers show in 1987 – the mere PRESENCE of Husker Du on that TV show was like……..”Oh my god…..they’re letting the real, non-glamorous, intelligent people on TV……holyfuckinggoddamn! This must be THE REVOLUTION!!!” 
 
They certainly pointed the way and they were RIGHT. Yet, it couldn't be them. This is brought home especially by Bob Mould's autobiography. As problematic as his account of the breakup might be - if nothing else the reader is given a clear sense of his feelings about the band, even if the events that created those feelings aren't explained too well. I got the sense that Mould just wasn't willing to be tethered to Husker Du for his whole life in music. For better or worse he simply wanted out. Partnerships are tricky - even when the art sets audiences on fire.

As time went on, I eventually picked up Mould's second solo album - Black Sheets of Rain. For whatever reason I never quite got into that. I didn't bother with Sugar for the longest time. Some of that stuff is okay. I know it means more to Mould than that. I prefer his more recent solo albums - Beauty & Ruin and Patch The Sky are wonderful! Yet, it took me awhile to check his stuff out again. I totally missed all the electronic business. Maybe someday I'll catch up with that. Grant Hart was much less prolific and his records were harder for me to find. Yet, when I did track them down I was quite impressed! Nova Mob deserved better than what they got. How great is this video?

I really got into his 1999 release "Good News For Modern Man". Then - I don't know what was going on up to the release of The Argument. I'm happy to say I reviewed that here when it came out and I still like it. Since then I managed to snag the compilation LP and DVD set - Every Everything:
 
The documentary on Hart is well worth seeing for the Husker Du fan. He is the narrator and it's really his own view of himself we get to see. And that is WAY more than the average fan has had access to - and a welcome thing, indeed.
 A few months ago I had a ticket to see Grant Hart open for The Meat Puppets in New York City. I was so sick that week - I bailed. Wish I hadn't now. It probably was my last chance to see him. Reports from that show weren't very kind. I guess he isn't doing so well these days. Out of respect for him I won't post pictures here. Whatever his struggles - I salute his art and his bravery. Mere words can't convey how important that music was to me growing up and even now. It meant courage - the courage to face the depths of one's own darkest regions and somehow transform all of that into brightly illuminated energy - to push outside the confines of one's own mental / spiritual dungeon. I hope to get there someday - at least the brave among us have trailed the way ahead. For the artists in Moby Grape and Husker Du - thanks for the hope and courage. Not easy torches to pass along. May the efforts continue to crackle and spark!

I'll give the last word to Grant Hart - live in 2014. If it's worth saying, it's worth saying LOUD!

Thursday, July 6, 2017

The Return of the Obsessed Listener! All Aboard for More Essential Vibrations!

Hey, long time no see! Where you been there Mr. Catchagroove?? Well............

Over the past several months, the ability to keep up with my desire to write here has been impacted by circumstances both personal and otherwise. Some of those circumstances have left me wondering if I have much to say, about music or anything else. As part of this phase (which may still be in progress), music continues to be a source of light and relief, for which I am eminently grateful. I will refrain from waxing too philosophical here about the healing power of music despite my typical urge to do so. The opinions of some aging goofball with a turntable and $1.50 might get you a cup of coffee, right? I mean, really - what do I know?? I can only report what I've experienced to the best of my abilities. What can I say definitively? Music has been good to me. As a listener and active practitioner, music has been a constant companion. And when the adversities of life set in, music continues to be a touchstone to remind me that I am not alone. Not to say life's always been a bed of roses, but the down sides have been smoothed out often enough by the Great Vibration for me to be a believer. So, in the spirit of passing it on - I intend to compose several short-ish entries over the next few months to make up for the lack of activity here. There's lots of great music happening and positive vibrations to dig into - old and new. So hang on for the ride!

From the bottomless bag of "Just when you thought you'd heard it all........"

There's nothing like finding a new song with words that open up a feeling you've had, but never knew how to express - let alone the idea that maybe somebody else might have felt the same thing and came up with a clever way to communicate that experience. Dang! That's pure gold right there. I have recently been hipped to the great songwriting of   Kevin Ayers . How did I miss this guy for so long? Well, the answer is - I've known about him for a while, but how many Canterbury Scene dudes who struck out on solo careers are you going to dig into in one lifetime? That was my feeling for a few years - like "Yeah, yeah. Okay another Soft Machine guy starts a solo career. I'm still trying to get through the Robert Wyatt stuff. Ain't got no time for this other guy." Then I recently picked up the legendary live album from Eno, Cale, Nico and Ayers here:
 While I bought it mainly to indulge my erstwhile fantasy of being a John Cale completist, the best stuff was the Kevin Ayers portion of the show highlighted on Side Two. I was like "Whaaaat??" Where's THIS GUY been? Well, of course when I finally do the obligatory wiki search I read the quotes attributed to John Peel about how Britain has only produced so many genius songwriters, Kevin Ayers and Syd Barrett among them it's like, well well.......back to the drawing board. Here's a neat clip from the early 80s with Andy Summers joining the Kevin Ayers band stomping through a few classics. 
 Apparently the pre-Police Summers had been among the guitar players Ayers employed along with the criminally under-rated Ollie Halsall during the early 70s. Halsall's highest profile moment was coincidentally his most invisible one at the same time. He was drafted into the Rutles project by Neil Innes, but his physical presence was substituted by Eric Idle (though the musical contributions remained). Although this could be viewed as the ultimate Rutles / Beatles in-joke of the whole parody (Idle playing a "Paul McCartney" character who is really just an image backed up by an invisible talent in the shadows - "Paul is Dead" freaks anyone??), the lack of attention only helped to keep Halsall in the obscurity bin, alas.

And for all I've read about Kevin Ayers, he only managed to fare slightly better than his marked-for-obscurity lead guitar player! The accepted explanation for this includes a standard combination of esoteric talent mixed with a consistently carefree attitude toward greater success. How rare indeed is the magic combination of real rock-and-roll attitude / lifestyle with sharp business acumen. Most folks just don't get equal measures of those potions in their DNA. Usually the thing that makes an artist unique can also be the thing that keeps them from being responsible in a business environment. It can say a LOT about the nature of our species, of course.........

What to say about the gifted artist / musician / composer who creates timeless, magnificent art yet is dogged by destructive addictions and/or personality quirks? Ayers is certainly not alone in this experience. Maybe the balance tips towards the art itself - what the art points to. If the art demeans, shames and generally pulls people down, then that is the legacy no matter who the person is. Likewise, if the art is transcendent, uplifting and inspires a general appreciation of the humanistic outlook, then that is also the legacy, no matter who the person is. In the case of some artists, the art itself can be the best of who they are - the best of what they have to offer. I think the issue becomes more complicated when artists become insulated from their own humanity by the success (or even perhaps likewise by failure) of what their creative efforts bring into their lives.

This reminds me of a thoughtful essay about the impact of success on the creative life of an artist (and the artist's relationship to their audience - and humanity in general) from Tennesee Williams. This brief, but precise essay appeared in reprinted editions of "The Glass Menagerie" and is among my favorite essays by anybody on any topic.



There are many who never manage to reconcile success with their own humanity. Others may be inclined to go to extreme lengths to "prove" their humanity by indulging their lower natures - their human flaws - as a way to connect to their human side. This is purely speculation, however. Who really can say what motivates a person behind the talent of, say, Charlie Parker? We remain dazzled by the art, if puzzled by the people. Of course it can be refreshing to discover relatively down to earth people behind fantastic talent. Yet, understanding the basic realities behind creative pressure and the pressure of commerce - or how the two intersect - can be enough to put even the most astute individual to the test of sanity, not to mention an early exit off the planet.


As time has gone on, I've become almost used to the experience of discovering great musical talents long after their demise. Or too close to their demise to see them in concert. To counteract this unhappy trend I've put a little more effort in to paying attention to LIVING ARTISTS and LOCAL ARTISTS in the last few years. I have come to appreciate the artistry and talents of regionally-oriented musicians more than ever. There are giants who walk among us every day. You might never suspect the beautiful artistry tucked away behind the short-order cook, bus driver or 9-to-5 office person. It is often enough that I encounter local artists who make me think "More people need to hear this!". So in my own fashion, I am passing along some vibrations from my area - which is quite liberally saturated with great musical talent.

One really does miss the impact of the regional support major music labels and radio outlets used to give to artists years ago. What else could explain why it is nearly impossible to find early Bob Seger records in my part of the US (Northeast)? Maybe he just wasn't working that market in his early years and consequently not many people bought his records here - in spite of the fact that they were on Capitol Records (a well-established and nationally distributed label). The regional effect is the only explanation. However, he must have done enough business in the mid-west for Capitol to justify taking the risk on him for many years before he had major national success. And I cite Bob Seger because I am only mildly aware of his late 60's / early 70s output. Yet, who doesn't know "Old Time Rock and Roll"? As a matter of fact, I can think of a few fine local artists that could have a recording career much like Seger had in his early years, who could find national success if only there was a company to get behind them now so they have a chance to develop. When are people going to just get fed up with the same 20 classic rock songs getting shoved down their throats by the major broadcasting conglomerates - enough to turn those stations OFF for good? So, instead of the umpteenth time of hearing The Doors "Touch Me" - consider picking up any one of the following releases from local and emerging artists instead. I think there are some pleasant surprises in store for those who catch an earful beyond the comfort zone from the corporate schnozzle of destiny.............


Pottymouth - From the Pink to the Stink
This one is long overdue. I have to qualify - technically this band is not immediately local to me. However, the great guitarist Freddy "The Fist" Miller is an old friend from my musical stomping grounds. Initially being a bit surprised by the, shall we say, specialized nature of the lyrical content of the songs - one earful of the actual music informs the listener this is no mere "novelty band". These guys play hard and put their message over with catchy, accessible MUSCLE ROCK (muscle in question is open to interpretation.......). In fact, I enjoyed this CD after a long day at work while lazily sipping a favorite chilled white wine........
If perhaps the bouquet of the vintage grape might appear to contrast sharply with the bouquet of the scatalogically-obsessed lyrics, the riffing and song-craft complimented the complexity and boldness of the piquant finish. If the general theme of body fluids might appear to be too narrow for the average audience, consider the true universal nature of the various topics addressed. Indeed, we find an admirable desire to advocate for personal hygiene in the lyrics to "In the Shower". Pottymouth singer Dread Spaghetti has your overall health at heart with the song "Mysterious Lump" - best to get those yearly checkups! The upshot of the entertaining lyrics is, certainly, how they lead to a "must be seen to be believed" live show. I will encourage the curious to investigate on their own the various videos available via the band website and youtube. Of course, the best thing to do would be to see these guys live. Although I have not had the pleasure to do so yet - I would not hesitate. Aside from the truly inspired guitar playing (yeah, Fred's my friend, but he's the serious business on six strings!), what I find most refreshing about this band is the "throwing caution to the wind" attitude and the complete lack of connection to "supernatural pretensions" common to so many metal-edged groups these days. Pottymouth is grounded in the here and now and the celebration of the earthy experiences that make life.........life! As an old media attention grabber once noted, "Sacred cows make the best hamburgers." Pottymouth is the band that writes the songs you only ever dreamed about. A slamming good time is guaranteed for the adventurous and brave. Be brave and check 'em out!


Real Estate - In Mind 
 Of the several "new" bands I have decided to track over the past few years, Real Estate is edging toward the top of the favorites pile. I am utterly disappointed to have missed their only area live appearance for me (due to having my own show). Yet, I am excited by their new disc as being a logical step in creative development. In Mind absolutely picks up where Atlas left off. Now, somewhere out in cyberspace there was a review of the new album comparing it unfavorably to the 2015 solo release from lead singer Martin Courtney - Many Moons. 
Now, I also have Many Moons and dig it, but Courtney as a solo act stands apart from the obvious power behind Real Estate as an example of the "sum of the whole being greater than the parts" if you get my drift. If you like Real Estate don't be a chump! Get the Martin Courtney album! You'll dig it! However, don't think Courtney is all that Real Estate is, squire. In Mind takes good risks to advance the art of the band while keeping the fan base happy. And the fan base ought to be darned happy - enough to get out there and support the band on the road at live gigs. What I noticed immediately with the new record was a more confident ensemble playing with the tracks. A few years ago I wrote a tentative review of Real Estate based on a live stream I watched / listened to of the Atlas material. If it seemed they were finding their identity as a live band, with the main event being the LP - the new record feels more the product of a solid ensemble of players. As always it's always the musical side of things that catches my attention initially. The lyrical content hits me later on. Of the new songs I have a particular affinity for the tracks "Serve the Song" and "After the Moon". In both cases I'm hearing evidence of growth - a building upon the unique group identity established so far. This is what I have been hoping to hear - a good band developing and improving over time. This is not an easy path to take in these difficult times. The resurgence of vinyl has opened a new avenue for exploration for many new bands and listeners. The trend of excellence established years ago - the new "golden age" of music appreciation - seems to keep chugging along. In fact, the cultural side of life seems to be the best thing going. Might as well draw deeply from that resource and give thanks for the vibrations that carry us down the road. The new Real Estate has a fun mix of the new and familiar. Let's hope these guys keep dishing up the goods to get us through! Yeah!

Until next time..........soon!

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Freedom, Discipline and No Rules



    Music has been good to me. Aside from being an active listener, I've managed to be a participant in a variety of functions. Mostly as a drummer. I've run the gamut of marching bands to pit orchestras to variety show gigs to heavy psychedelic weirdness and beyond. To tell the truth, I've been lucky beyond my abilities. More than a few times I've found myself playing drums behind players that were a few galaxies ahead of me. Luckily, no major damage was ever done and things are cool between me and most folks I've had the pleasure of playing music with. I'm glad to have had the experience of being stretched to the limit of my abilities by some truly world-class musicians. This is not a moment where I want to crow about this person or that person that I got to jam with, exactly. I've had some super-cool path crossings for sure. Yet, I know these were merely lucky moments so I'm not going to get into some phony trip about how great I think I am because I got to play with so-and-so, etc.......


     However, I would like to acknowledge one truly special musician who has just recently left our planet - the great jazz guitarist Larry Coryell. I had the opportunity to meet him a handful of times and got to perform with him onstage just once. The performance was limited to a select few songs with NO REHEARSAL and in front of a decently sizeable audience. To say I was fairly terrified would be a gross understatement. Please understand - I love jazz music, but I am not a jazz musician. My abilities are far too limited for me to make such a claim. Yet, that night Mr. Coryell illustrated for me what a true professional musician does:  pull the best out of whatever players you are working with, as if by magic. As part of the mercifully brief set we played, Mr. Coryell decided to call off a Thelonious Monk tune (I think it was "Well, You Needn't") at a tempo which represented the EXACT LIMIT of what I was capable of holding together for an extended period of time. It wasn't slow. Yet, somehow he made me and the rest of the young charges backing him up sound WAY BETTER than we actually were. After the show he was gracious and kind  - and I did get to hang out with him at the Blue Note in New York City once after that (the band I was in included his older son Murali - a great talent in his own right). Those few encounters I was blessed to have with a musician of such stature are burned into my consciousness. I cannot fathom the loss felt by his family - children, grandchildren and loved ones - in the wake of his passing. Godspeed, Mr. Coryell - your music made the world a better place.
     What I've come to accept about my own playing is to what degree my abilities exist in relation to my discipline. I love to play, but I never was the most committed to "practicing" - at least in the rudimentary way. I sometimes wonder if I'd had more discipline and drive, would I have been able to hold my own a little better when my path crossed with musical giants like Larry Coryell? There are scores of musicians who never get anywhere near a legend and I've had a few run-ins over the years. What if I were a better musician? Would it have made a difference? Not that I'm unhappy with what I do now. For me it's all about serving the music as best as I can. I still perform on a regular basis with several groups. And folks get up and dance and don't "boo" or throw things. Yet I know there's that discipline thing................
     Sun Ra was big on discipline. Any cursory study of his music and life will reveal that theme. Yet, the goal echoes what can be found in many styles of music - FREEDOM. Indian musicians practice their hearts out and, somewhat like jazz musicians, discover the freedom of music in performance where the exercise leads to inspiration. In a few instances I have had the experience of what a little extra attention to chops-building can do. There are some moments I wish HAD been captured on tape - moments where I played beyond my usual abilities. That "state" of playing can be awfully exciting and gratifying. No wonder some folks get obsessed with building their chops to those levels. But it takes DISCIPLINE. Study and practice. The payoff is the freedom to engage in the ULTIMATE TRUTH of music.......which is: there are (actually) NO RULES!


     Larry Coryell was known as a "jazz" player who blurred the boundaries between jazz and rock music. Yet, one of the most enduring memories I have of hearing him perform live was being exposed to the great classical Maurice Ravel piece "Pavane for a Dead Princess" :
The first I heard this was not on the LP above (great album as it is). I got to sit front row when Larry was the opening act for Miles Davis at the Tanglewood Music Shed one summer evening and he played this piece. It was as if my molecular structure got re-configured! Fairly blew my young mind. This helped to reinforce my growing belief that THERE WERE NO ACTUAL BOUNDARIES in music. If you like it - it's good. If you don't - it's bad, or you haven't figured out why you don't like it. THAT'S the ONLY RULE.

     All the rest comes down to so much marketing. Which is not to say it's pointless, of course. If one buys a ticket to a country music show, will you be happy with a marching band playing Dolly Parton songs? Most likely not. Commerce works against total freedom. But that's life. The trick is pushing those boundaries - and for me that's where the most exciting music lives.

     Over the next few entries, I have a lot of new music suggestions to pass along. I know I haven't been as active lately here. Yet, the listening has not stopped. I have some great stories to tell and vibrations to send out. For now, I want to put the word out about a few new things I've been listening to lately.........
     Speaking of boundary-stretching guitar players - Harvey Mandel has a NEW album out titled Snake Pit! I got it on vinyl and it smokes! Harvey is backed up by some of Ryley Walker's musicians here and the results are impressive. Harvey Mandel is one of the guitar's finest advocates - his talent has caught the attention of The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan and even the hip-hop world! His own solo LPs have been sampled many times by folks looking for awesome grooves and beats. The latest LP adds to his stature as a major musical talent of our times. Support living artists and get this record now!
Michael Chapman has a new album out now titled "50" - in celebration of the number of years he has been an active, prolific musician. A great guitarist, performer and songwriter - I was fortunate to see him last year in support of his other great release titled "Fish". I hope I can catch him again soon. I cannot believe what deeply profound and moving music is coming out of this guy - he's at the top of his game! Grab his new record NOW!
Aha! What strange record is this? How about The Crazy World of Arthur Brown? The new (2014) LP - "ZimZamZim". Dear reader, are you sitting down? Get this - I SAW Arthur Brown live in New York City a few weeks ago where I bought his new album AT THE SHOW! He was amaaaaaazing! Sang his azzzz off and put on a fantastic show. It was a true bucket-list experience and Arthur did NOT disappoint for one moment. See him if you can and get his new album and check out this wild video!!!
Arthur Brown is still cutting edge, people! Oh, bugger it - here's the show in LA about a week before the show I saw in New York:
Arthur announced from the stage that he had achieved the 75 go-round point in his life and his energy was more like that of a 25 year old! These artists are inspiration to us all. We need them. We ought to treasure them and cheer them on when given the chance.

Driving down to the Arthur Brown show, I was cutting it close to showtime and grabbed a spot in the nearest available parking garage to me. Just so happened to be located across the street from the Blue Note. The last time I had been there was to see Wayne Shorter and Mr. Coryell met his son Murali and I for the show. It was not the last time I saw Mr. Coryell, but I couldn't help but pause outside the Blue Note to recall the happy memory. As it happens, the club I saw Arthur Brown perform at that night had once been a famous jazz club - The Village Gate. Now taken over by new owners with a new name - still a great venue for live music. However, I couldn't help think about what that club looked like back in the 70s when the Coryell Family (and band) posed for this album cover picture:
Time is fleeting........life is a carnival.......take care to treasure those important to us while they're here and hold those good memories close along the path..............and may music be the center of the celebration! Until next time! Bright Moments!







Saturday, November 12, 2016

God Loves Black Sound


A Great Day in Harlem indeed!
Now, I'm not trying to advance some racially-motivated proposition about what's real jazz or not jazz because I'm just not interested in that argument. The reality is – lots of great American Music has come from black, white, hispanic, asian and everybody in the mix of the great diverse democratic experiment we call the United States. Every ethnicity has contributed – even continental Europeans! I am thinking of the great jazz musician Josef Zawinul in this case. Sometimes the people outside the US have a more advanced appreciation of our art form than “we” do. But, of course, we're all “WE” in the larger sense of the word. I don't like categories much. Or labels. Except on food products maybe – in that case I want to know what's in that can!

Anyway, one of the great musicians of the 20th century who hated labels made the proposition I borrowed for the title of this post. That would be Rahsaan Roland Kirk. 
 I wish I could say I got to see and hear him live, but I was too young to have that chance before he left the planet at the (younger than me now) age of 42 in 1977. Having listened to and enjoyed his music since I was a teen-ager I am amazed by what he accomplished in his short life. His sheer intensity of being comes rocketing out from every recording he ever made. There is no wasted time on a Rahsaan album. For those who want to know more, there are currently two good sources (with a third on the way):
  1. John Kruth's biography “Bright Moments” and
  2. A new documentary film “The Case of the Three-Sided Dream” by Adam Kahan 
     
The third I alluded to is a new scholarly biography that has been an ongoing labor of love from writer May Cobb. Check her blog here:  http://rahsaan-rolandkirk.blogspot.com/

The other night I was listening to one of Rahsaan's less-heralded albums – his last for Atlantic Records: Other Folks' Music. I really wanted to hear the one original compositon of his on the album called “Water For Robeson and Williams” which is the leadoff track, but like most vinyl adventures I kept the platter spinning. There are beautiful versions of other writers' compositions here in a very straight-ahead bag that any lover of true music can dig. 
 I was thinking of how, if Rahsaan had lived, what would he be doing musically? His life's work of pushing boundaries in music, while cutting edge in the 60s and 70s, would fall out of fashion, at least in the commercial sense by the 80s into the present. Would Rahsaan have decided to make some coin playing to squares with some smooth jazz? I kinda doubt that. Yet, I think he would have been the perfect person to bridge those worlds between “smooth” and “cooking” jazz. I like to think he also would have been honored at the White House much in the way Sonny Rollins was not too long ago. It would have been an appropriate gesture.

Before Rahsaan I was listening to Lee Morgan's first four albums as a leader – at the tender age of 17 and 18! Lee Morgan would be one of the most prolific musicians in his also short life (murdered in 1972 at the age of 33!). Morgan was also a co-conspirator of Rahsaan's in the legendary “Jazz and People's Movement”. 
  Unfortunately, Morgan's musical brilliance was tempered by his notoriety as a tough person to get along with. He certainly isn't alone in that club – it's big one. And that got me to thinking too – what is it with musicians and artists who can produce such beautiful heartfelt work yet be hard on those around them in their personal lives? I don't see it as an excuse, but I think artists like Lee Morgan, if they work at it, can reach such fantastic heights of expression in their art that it is impossible for average, day to day relationships to run smoothly since it takes a different kind of energy to maintain them. Add to that any critical appreciation for the art in question and how could any human relationship hope to compete with something like that? In other words – artists can easily fall in love with their art since it delivers in ways most normal human relationships simply can't. Or, when artists spend all their energy on developing their art, that is energy and time taken away from the (always considerable) energy used to maintain a healthy relationship – even with non-significant others!
 Now, though I have an abiding love for jazz, the title of the post looks beyond even this (quite diverse) category. The contributions of African and African-descended peoples all over the world to all the genres of music is a well-documented fact. It pains me when some uninformed folks neglect to seek beyond the kinds of musical figures that get more media attention, even today! I think it is still true that saxophonist Kenny G. holds the “official” Guinness Book record for holding a note on his instrument (via the technique of “circular breathing”). Yet, Rahsaan Roland Kirk performed a much longer held note back in the 1970s – I spoke directly with one eyewitness to this event who confirmed its happening. And the Guinness Book people snubbed Rahsaan back in those days. Indeed, the goal of the “Jazz and People's Movement” mentioned above was to get not just more jazz on television, but more African-American performers of all genres of music on television in general. Now, of course, this was in the times of the three major networks and a handful of local channels in any given market across the country. This was well before cable TV and BET and what we have access to today. (Is this why we have such obvious political division in the US for the last 25 or so years? More choices – less “mass” culture? Just a thought.)

The reality is – blues, soul, jazz – these are the bedrock ingredients to American Music. Without these contributions there is an absence of authenticity – at least in terms of identifying what American Music is. The beautiful flowering of sophisticated artistry from these streams of creativity has been preserved from the most primitive-sounding 78 rpm discs to the so-called “disposable” 45 rpm “singles” - mainly on compact disc and digital downloads. Yet, finding original LPs in good condition from the 1950s through the 1970s can be a challenge since folks PLAYED the records because they had GOOD MUSIC in those grooves. In what I can only figure to have been a purge of some sort I hit THE MOTHERLODE at a local thrift store a few months ago. There were piles of great blues, jazz, soul and folk music – I broke into a sweat because I knew I would have to walk out with an armload and I DID! Finding this stuff in any condition is tough, but these must have come from someone who loved the music and took care of their records too. Here's a sampling of what came in the door:






















 Too many great albums to critique here. Honestly, I could only advise anyone who chances upon such an opportunity to acquire records of this stature for not a lot of money to do so without hesitation. Of course, there are some favorites I've played so far. Even though I'd only heard the popular hits from Etta James before, hearing entire albums convinced me of her greatness even further. Why she isn't thought of in the same league as Ray Charles (maybe if she'd done some Pepsi commercials?) I can't fathom.

But hey – don't take it from me. I'm nobody, really. Instead, get a cup of coffee and sit down to listen to Phil Alvin from The Blasters. They once did a great song called “American Music” - and he tells the story in this clip and lots of others too about how much the blues and R&B still means to him. His enthusiasm is catchy! The love he feels for this music seems to be the animating force of his life's work. Listen to Uncle Phil!
 And here's a fine performance of The Blasters doing “American Music”. 
 There's more to come from the soul and R&B bag down the line. Until then........keep listening and seeking! Bright Moments!

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Sounds of the Summer - A Report from Eulipion #70888675309


 Music has been my refuge for as long as I can remember. As an only child I figured out how to get comfortable spending time alone though the radio and my growing record collection provided windows into other realities and dimensions. Likewise, my continuing involvement with music is not objective, but immersive. I "live there". Rahsaan Roland Kirk identified this part of the population as the "Eulipions" - the poets, artists and musicians. No need to have a card or badge, nor attend monthly meetings. It's a big club.

Yet, to those who "get it" there is no need to explain. For those who don't get it - there's always stuff to do like walking around looking at trees or something. For the music obsessives there is never a dull moment. Always something new to hear - to learn. As my interests and tastes have expanded over the years I have come to the conclusion that one lifetime just isn't enough. Here's hoping for reincarnation, as Roger Miller once put into song.
Well, unless human beings ever get the chance to be downloaded from one lifetime to the next - with no memory lapses or meltdowns - I reckon any time spent above ground is the bees knees.

Kinda like last time, I wrote and re-wrote several attempts at a "new entry" only to find myself disappointed and confused about what to write. So, instead I'll do a "What I listened to Last Summer" kind of a report. And, as it happens - there's a few good vibrations to pass along...................

First of all, the new Ron Howard Beatles' Movie - Eight Days a Week - was really fun to see. I actually went to a movie theater showing with a few members of a great band I play with and we just had fun geeking out on Beatlemania in general. To get psyched up I played a few live Beatles albums:

The Hollywood Bowl album was the very first Beatles record I ever owned. It was the "new release" when I officially became a Beatles fan - I remember the in-store displays at the shop where I got it with my pops in New York City. So even though the songs were live with lots of girls screaming, I never had time to form an opinion on the merits of the performances, etc......It was a BEATLES album, it was NEW and therefore - beyond criticism in my young mind.

Ditto for the Hamburg 1962 album. The sound quality was obviously funky as could be, but I really loved all the wacky antics, between-song banter and general sense of wild abandon captured before the Beatles hit it big across the world. As a kid, I also grew up hearing about my father's time in the army and how he was stationed in Germany in the same years as The Beatles' famous tenure there: 1961 - 1963 (or thereabouts). Of course, Dad was nowhere near Hamburg, but that didn't stop me from wondering what if he had taken a trip up there and stumbled into a club with those lads onstage who once would become famous. Instead, he went to Italy on his leave time and I never did get any good stories out of him about his time there. Oh well.

Anyway, all this Beatles hubbub got me thinking about Ringo again - what a great drummer. Obvious, of course. It is fascinating to consider how much Ringo contributed to the way drums (and music in general) sounded on record. Take a look at these photos of Ringo in the recording studio:

The top photo shows Ringo in 1963. The bottom is Ringo six years later in 1969. Not only is his drum set different, but notice the amount of microphones in both pictures. In 1963, I can only see one overhead mic and one mic set a bit in front of the bass drum. In 1969, there's now TWO mics on the bass drum (with padding inside) and goodness knows how many other spot mics (looks like the tom toms are mic'd underneath the drums - how weird!).

In those six years, the way popular music was recorded would cause ripples right down to the development of better home listening systems and hi-fi gear. A tell-tale sign is that microphone pointed directly at Ringo's hi-hat cymbals in the 1969 picture. As popular music gradually shuffled toward a modern, DISCO drum beat - the sound of loud hi-hat accents would play a prominent role in defining what that genre sounded like (apart from everything else). And, whether we like it or not - that dry, disco drum sound would dominate recorded music for years - maybe it still does.

Those loud, chirping hi-hats would, when cut to vinyl, give trouble for folks who hadn't invested in more sophisticated cartridges for their turntables. So, gradually people started to get the sense that their record players were bad and not compatible with modern music. If more people would have upgraded the stylus a few notches above what they had used for years, there might not have been so many who jumped at the Compact Disc as an immediate improvement in sound. Such was the case in my family. As much as my Dad loved music, he never upgraded that needle on his turntable. So, by the time I heard my first CD - it knocked me for a loop because the sound was so clean! I'm sure I was not alone, of course..........

When the Beatles albums started coming out on CD in the late 80s I was all psyched until I discovered the first four albums would be MONO only! To think of such a thing happening now is absurd. I grew up on the stereo albums and no matter how much I tried to convince myself to love those mono CDs I just didn't. It is astounding to realize this situation would not be rectified until 2009! In the meantime, it would also be The Beatles to lead me back to vinyl. In the mid-90s I ordered a stereo UK copy of A Hard Day's Night from a Goldmine magazine ad.

 The sound blew me away so much I was literally jumping up and down in front of the stereo laughing like a fool! Now THAT'S what I'd been missing all those years! Yet, as I'd come to realize - the compact disc also brought in a flood of music that had no chance of being reissued on vinyl anytime soon - and with some fantastic surprises!

See, in the current climate of "everything is on youtube now" - the way CDs brought rare music back into the shops is something current listeners might not understand. Case in point:  The Crazy World of Arthur Brown.
 Amazingly, I found a UK MONO pressing of this wild album at a flea market when I was about 12 years old. It totally blew my mind! Yet, my record was kinda chewed up. Didn't stop me from playing it often enough, though I sure would liked to have bought a new copy. That was certainly not an option in the 1980s. When I saw it had been reissued on CD in 1991 I nearly fainted! What was better - the first part of the CD release was made up of an alternate, mono mix of the ENTIRE FIRST SIDE of the LP. WOW! I certainly never heard that before. It was like getting a pristine sounding bootleg included along with the legitimate album on one disc.

So, CDs were a very welcome format despite some of the sonic limitations folks have been complaining about lately. Like any format, so many variables can determine how the music sounds. I have plenty of CDs that sound great and I wouldn't part with them for any vinyl counterpart. It just takes time and little research to find the best versions of music you might like. For instance, I've been making some headway with my 78 collecting lately:
When browsing around ebay for 78s I noticed this Little Walter disc had great songs on both sides - two I especially like. And the price tag wasn't so bad for a VG disc. It plays decently enough and I can add it to my esoteric collection. I managed to "mod" a Pro-Ject turntable with a motor pulley unit to make the thing spin at the proper speed (along with the right type of stylus for the Ortofon cart that was installed) so I am 100% ready for the big shellac throwdown! Heh. I'll leave the heavy collecting to others more obsessed than me. I sure like having a few nifty specimens to mess around with now and again!


I also got into a new (to me) German band from the 70s / 80s era called Novalis. The record pictured at the top was rescued from a Goodwill and is my favorite so far - titled "Visionen". It's an all-instrumental album whereas the others feature vocals in the German language. Very progressive stuff and how can you say no to a great looking record label like "Brain"? I could get addicted to this stuff, easily!

A couple of new colored-vinyl reissues walked in the door this summer as well. The Silver Apples record sounds great though I don't have an original to compare. The reissue was beautifully put together by Jackpot Records who seem to be making a play for the reissue market (though somehow there is a Universal Music logo on the thing as well). Jackpot also put out the early Wipers LPs with nice tip-on sleeves and well-pressed vinyl.

The Judy Henske / Jerry Yester "Farewell Aldebaran" reissue is also not to be missed! Excellent sound and a nice package (complete with booklet with new interviews and pictures). For this title I do have an original copy and I can report this new reissue gives the original a run for the money. I think the CD version also has some bonus tracks so I reckon that will end up in the mail somewhere along the way too. Well worth the listening time to hear this excellent, groundbreaking quirky classic!
 Some new sounds have hit the turntable as well - such as the new Ryley Walker LP - "Golden Sings That Have Been Sung". A good friend hooked me up with this along with the record pictured below:
 This project was titled "Electric Ladyland Redux" - a re-recording of the entire Jimi Hendrix classic by various new bands. Now, I will admit to being one of the more skeptical listeners when it comes to projects like this, but one earful blew any skepticism right out of my skull! A major highlight was the excellent cover of "Voodoo Chile" by the band All Them Witches. These folks NAILED this track - just perfect. The overall sound of the record and pressing quality is top-notch as well. Available from Magnetic Eye Records.
I found this Rainbow Jackson album - Perpetual Summer - in a thrift store. It happens to be #171 of a limited edition run of 500 pressed. Had no idea what the music was like, but I took a chance since it looked interesting. Very good melodic / indie / hard rock. Good playing, solid songs and a pretty radio-friendly sound. This band is from LA and I'd check them out live if I ever see 'em in this neck of the woods.


The other night I had fun doing some extreme genre-hopping between Black Sabbath, Skeeter Davis and John Hiatt. Three of my favorite records by anybody. I may be in the minority, but I tend to like Sabbath with Dio singing more than Ozzy (though Ozzy's voice is so iconic on those classic albums - can't deny that). For me, though, Dio remains in the top 3 of my favorite metal / hard rock singers of all time. Sometimes he's #1.

Skeeter Davis, likewise, is one of my favorite country singers. Of course I am biased a bit since she was a part of the NRBQ extended family (being married to Joey Spampinato for a good number of years). I really enjoyed reading her autobiography "Bus Fare To Kentucky" years ago and have a number of her albums in the stacks. RIP Skeeter!

And the last album pictured is the great John Hiatt comeback album of the late 80s. The story behind "Bring The Family" is so unlikely - he'd burned every bridge in the years leading up to this record and, newly clean and sober, was given one last chance at a record deal. Not only does he deliver, but he starts a run of albums with songs so brilliant it's mind-boggling. Like this one - if this song doesn't getcha you must have a HOLE in yo' SOUL!
John Hiatt will serve as the link to Part Two of What I Listened to This Summer following shortly. There's more to tell especially with reasons to keep Compact Discs on your radar - fantastic sounds to be had for cheap out there, people! Until next time - keep listening!!!