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Lemmy: DVD and autobiography

Sunday, April 14th, 2013

Lemmy: Lemmy the movie and White Line Fever, the Lemmy autobiography – April’s been Motörhead month for me, with me reading his autobiography and then taking in his movie. Great stuff there for both things. Which will I review first…?

WLF

WLF

White Line Fever, Lemmy with Janiss Garza – I’d heard good things about this book, and I knew I needed to know more about Lemmy, so I went out and bought it. Good thing I did!! It’s great fun, and like nearly every autobiography I’ve ever read starts with a modern life anecdote before heading into the usual “when I was a lad…” stuff, about growing up, in Lemmy’s case with a single mum, a deadbeat dad (who he at least acknowledges with a picture in the pictures section) and not-much-better jailbird stepdad.

It quickly gets into music, which some people would sneer is an alien concept for this noisemaker and hellraiser. For a hardass like Lemmy, people may be surprised that his favorites are Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis and Elvis Presley, the usual stuff that punkers and heavy metallers usually don’t refer to. But then again, you have to remember – Lemmy’s old enough to have seen them when they were starting out, even if his heart is as young as the snottiest upstart metal brat (there’s a great quote in the movie that Rollins relates: “I remember before there was rock and roll. I remember when there was only Rosemary Clooney records. Then we heard Elvis Presley and there was no turning back.”). He talks about the mods and the rockers. “The Mods used to wear eye make-up too, especially the boys. The crowd of people I was in disliked them, but in retrospect, it was no worse than what we were doing. I mean, we thought they were sissies, and they thought we were yobs – and you know, we were both right.” There’s a great story about befriending Jon Lord of Deep Purple, then living with a young Ron Wood and Art Wood. He also hung out with the Beatles (and, as we find out in the documentary, had a child with a girl who lost her virginity to John Lennon).

The Beatles revolutionized rock ‘n’ roll, and they also changed the way everyone looked. It seems ludicrous now, but for those days, they had very long hair. I remember thinking, ‘Wow! How can any guy have hair that long?’ Really, it was just combed forward, with a slight fringe over the collar. We all had quiffs then – before the beatles, it had been ducktails and Elvis.

He compares the Beatles and the Stones, overturning the impression that the Beatles were mellow and the Stones were dangerous: the Beatles, being from a tough town like Liverpool, knew how to take care of themselves, whereas “the Rolling Stones were the mummy’s boys – they were all college students from the outskirts of London.” There’s also the great story of him working as a roadie for Jimi Hendrix for a year and a half (and in the documentary he talks about helping Hendrix score acid, ten hits at a time – Hendrix was generous and would take seven tabs, and give Lemmy the other three.

When he performed, he would drive the chicks fucking nuts. I’ve seen him go in his bedroom with five chicks – and they’d all come out smiling too. And of course, the road crew got the spin-offs. A stud, Hendrix was; and I’m crass enough to think that’s quite a good thing. I don’t know what’s wrong with being a stud – it’s more fun than not being a stud, that’s for sure!

In the movie there’s a funny quote from Lemmy: “people ask me what I think of Prince; I say ‘I’ve already seen Jimi Hendrix.’” A funny tale about the other guys in The Experience:

I liked the other two guys in the Experience, too. Noel Redding was all right, only he used to wear a nightshirt to bed, and Alladdin-type shoes with the curly toes and a nightcap with a tassel. That was quite a sight. Mitch was nuts, as he still is today, in fact. One time I was standing on a traffic island in the middle of Oxford Street and Mitch bounced up to me, wearing a white fur coat, white trousers, white shirt, shoes and socks – complete vision, you know. ‘Hello, I don’t know who I am!’ he said and ran off again. I don’t think he knew who I was, either!

He talks about some of the albums he played on in the early days, throwing out lines like “I must get a copy of it one of these days”, which means that someone will read this and send him a copy. Nice move.

For most of the second half of the book, Lemmy is consumed with writing about the recording of albums. “We went into the studio and did an album… then we did the next one… then we did the next one…” He also talks a bit about tours, memorable shows, line-up changes, and management grief. Occasionally he pauses for an anecdote, or a bit of philosophizing. Sometimes he talks about writing a song for someone else (Ozzy, Lita Ford, Girlschool, etc), and how he made more money off of writing songs for Ozzy than he ever did in 15 years with Motörhead. He also describes how he got involved in a few unlikely pairings, such as a supergroup he was in with the Nolan Sisters that there’s a cool little video for.


(Note the cheesy birthday wishes – those will live into immortality – and the image of Lemmy dancing around the 1:20 mark!)

The Nolan Sisters were great fun – we used to run across them quite a bit because they were on the charts at the same time Motörhead was. Everybody thought they were soppy little popster virgins but they weren’t. They’d been around – they’d played with Sinatra at the Sands in Vegas. They were tough chicks, managed by their father, but they were really great. And funny as shit. Once our manager, Douglas, was talking to Linda Nolan in the Top of the Pops bar, and he dropped some money on the floor. When he bent down to pick it up, Linda smirked and said, ‘While you’re down there…’ That was the last thing he expected out of a Nolan sister! Maybe wishful thinking and he dreamt it up, but it shocked the shit out of him.

Naturally, being fired from Hawkwind gets the full treatment.

Ultimately, the first half of the book is way better than the second half, as autobiographies tend to be.

Great book. Anybody who’s ever rocked out to Motörhead songs that they didn’t pay for, do yourself and fork out for this; everybody else should as well.

Lemmy

Lemmy

Lemmy, the Motion Picture – I adore the subtitle of this film: “49% motherfucker, 51% son of a bitch” (although they eventually go to some pains to show that he’s neither). The film is a very satisfying documentary that covers nearly all of the bases, even if it is a bit heavy in its praise; I guess Lemmy just isn’t as complicated as Anton Newcombe, the guy from Brian Jonestown Massacre who was profiled in Dig, which is fine by me – he’s just as fascinating, if not more.

The documentary starts off real slow, with scenes from Lemmy’s life – playing video games in his cave in LA, frying up some chips, rummaging through things, explaining some of his tour memorabilia (the Nazi and war memorabilia comes later), going down to Amoeba Records to buy the Beatles re-release mono version, maybe check out a bit of Pat Benatar; Amoeba doesn’t take AmEx, so he had to pay with Visa. Hmmm… I can relate.

The first part of the movie is an endless series of quotes from celebrities about the greatness of Lemmy. Dave Navarro, Dave Grohl, Nikki Sixx, Billy Bob Thornton (“When you stop being hungry, you’re fucked. When you’re number one, you’re fucked.”). He’s called a radioactive cowboy, a hard rock Johnny Cash, a World War II Sheikh!) and Kat Von D calls him her “dream dude.” Some talk on how Lemmy fits into LA… or how LA fits itself around Lemmy. There’s discussion of his look, which was cultivated in the 1950s, then built up with stuff he’s come across since.

We get to meet Lemmy’s bootmaker (cobbler?), Pascal Cooper, who creates his “western jackboots.” And after we’ve seen these marvellous creations, we can’t help but notice when Lemmy’s just wearing normal boots (or white tennis shoes, like in the bad old days, ha ha…). Drummer Lars Ulrich is quoted extensively throughout (and Lemmy in his autobiography often calls Lars, and his band Metallica, out for being the band that pays the best respect to people like him). “Lemmy should be a verb.” I guess so. One of the great additions here is Jason Everman, who had roles in Nirvana, Soundgarden, Mindfunk – WOW!!! – who went off to fight in the marines and tour Afghanistan and Iraq. Not the regular on-the-circuit rock documentary commentator like Lars, Ozzy, Slash. And Lemmy himself, he’s always talking about Anvil, or any old band! (Gwar’s Dave Brockie is notable absent in this department, incidentally – everyone’s favorite talking head, that one.) Where did they dig Everman up anyway? Glad that they did, though, nice to see the man now. Naturally, he wore Motörhead t-shirts in Iraq, confessing that Motörhead is good war music.

Steve Vai wants to be Lemmy. Dave Vanian got Lemmy to fill in bass for Brian James at a Damned show, which he did for a bunch of songs, and even played ABBA’s “SOS” (he pulled it off unrehearsed – a real pro); they then slaughtered the one Motörhead song that they wanted to do; Vanian talks about how Lemmy loves to do slots (and that’s where his nickname came from – “lend me a quid for the slogs”, lend me… lemmy… Lemmy). “They should do a Motörhead slot machine – if you get three Lemmys you win” (and then we see it in the DVD’s main menu – nice touch). Scott Ian tells a wicked laugh-out-loud story about Lemmy’s short cutoff jean shorts. Renegades discussion – Lemmy, Little Richard, Buddy Holly… where are the renegades now? (In his book Lemmy talks about the real rebels of the 1960s… who gave birth to a generation of storekeepers and accountants; the revolution’s over). He also mentions the gay Mr Brownsword in the movie, a living joke that he also describes in his book. Love Lemmy’s “Canada & US Motörhead” jacket.

There’s a bit from his old school in Wales; Lemmy may have been expelled from it for playing guitar in school, but the kids there now play “Ace Of Spades” on piano, accompanied by a choir for the chorus. Funny. Pics from Lemmy’s youth, from his early bands, and the days when he didn’t have the biker look that started to come together just in the Hawkwind days. There’s a long piece with his son Paul that becomes kind of gross when they talk about swapping girlfriends twice in the same year; there’s also a nice clip of the two of them playing together.

A great segment of the film shows Lemmy going off to hang out with some World War II enthusiasts and drive their tank! He also gets to shoot a round out of the cannon!! At this point we also get to see all of the swords Lemmy has – Nazi daggers he’s been collecting for 19 years, bayonets, Damascus steel. This is where, of course, he addresses the “are you a Nazi” question. He doesn’t accept it, and seems hurt by the question – “I’m as far from it as you could get”… despite the German war memorabilia he wears to the supermarket. Mentions the six black girlfriends he had (including the love of his life, who he one day found in the bathtub dead of a heroin overdose), jokes about being a Nazi and taking those girlfriends to Nuremberg to introduce them to Hitler. “If the Israelis had cool uniforms I’d collect them instead.”

One of the highlights are a great old video of Hawkwind from 1972 playing Silver Machine; the greatness that was Hawkwind in their prime is broadly misunderstood. The directors provide a great accompanying clip of Rollins saying he adores Hawkwind, with Jarvis Cocker noting that Hawkwind were the prog rock band the punkers were allowed to like and Peter Hook confessing that New Order’s “Temptation” and “Everything’s Gone Green” are direct rip-offs of that Hawkwind drone (decide for yourself by clicking on the links below).


Stacia, Hawkwind’s dancer, is interviewed, and her great tits are remembered by Tony James and Mick Jones. Lemmy reminisces, so does Nik Turner; apparently Lemmy was on the wrong drugs for Hawkwind – he was into speed and other chemicals, while the rest of the band was into the organic stuff; Lemmy calls it “Seventies drug snobbery”. He also admits that he’d still be in Hawkwind if he hadn’t been fired, so maybe it’s worked out for the better, so maybe there is still some love there in between all of the mess and betrayals…

Great early clip of Lemmy and Philthy mugging that they’re beating up a journalist. “You hold him and I’ll cut him. What’s it feel like being killed by Motörhead?” There’s more of the early stuff on the documentary (the “classic lineup” of the band is hardly to be seen on this disc, except mainly in the extras section, and Wurzel is not seen at all). Dave Grohl gives his crazy “Fuck Keith Richards” speech, which sounds like a quite childish attempt to stand behind rock ‘n’ roll integrity (or to make up for being embarrassed by a misunderstood Chuck Berry anecdote that Lemmy set him straight on).

Mike Inez tells a great story about Lemmy passing him and Zakk Wylde a bottle of Jack Daniels… they thought it was to share three ways, but then Lemmy opened up two more so that they had one each. James Hetfield talks about how he’s never seen Lemmy get completely out of it, fall off the stage, or say something stupid (he’s also never seen Lemmy completely sober; Ozzy said the same sort of thing in his book too, I believe). Dave Navarro recounts how the first time he met Lemmy he was offered crystal meth! Crazy. Lemmy’s advice to his son Paul: “Don’t do coke. Just do speed – it’s much better for you.” Lemmy’s clearly as sturdy as an ox, and he’s not going to change, despite his diabetes (!!!). Let’s see what happens with that.

Funnily enough, all of the “Big Four” thrash bands are interviewed in one form or another… except Slayer. What’s the beef between Slayer and Motörhead? We get to meet a member of the road crew, Dan Halen. Seriously, that’s his name… Dan Halen? Van Halen – Dan Halen? Maybe that’s his real name… Nice demonstration of a decibel reading at a concert, hitting 120. “That’s what people want – they want it loud, they want it fast, they want it Lemmy.” In Ozzy’s book, he talks about one nutty Motörhead fan who dunked his head in a Marshall cabinet for the duration of the show and freakin’ died!! It might not be true, but I’m happy to believe it.

Some of the best celebrity quotes are near the end in a section about the Motörhead sound:

“We put my bass through his channels on the deck… and it sounded like shit [laughs maniacally].” Peter Hook of New Order, recounting how they once used a studio immediately after Motörhead had finished up.
“When I think of Motörhead, I don’t think of subtlety.” Alice Cooper
“It makes me think of a door blown open.” Jarvis Cocker
“His voice is rasp. It’s like eating fucking nails.” Marky Ramone
“It’s more like a wind coming at you.” Jarvis Cocker
“I have the impression of someone coming up behind me and spanking my ears.” Peter Hook
“When the lights go down and that motherfucker hits the stage and blows that cigarette out of his mouth and winds into the bass, it’s game over man. You can drag anybody to a Motörhead show and their jaw is going to drop.” Pepper Keenan, Corrosion of Conformity

By now the film is moving along quickly after a pretty slow start with too many celebrity interviews. The band seems to watch a lot of Family Guy in the tour bus. There’s a whole tattoo sequence, with plenty of fan tattoos (including Thomas Hultz, who has 21 Motörhead tattoos including the word Motörhead written in katakana tattooed in a line down the middle of his belly, next to the Alien creature and the Motörhead war pig). Lemmy signs one girl’s chest, she gets that signatured tattooed so that it’s permanent. The girl from Nashville Pussy relates some story about her ex-husband that’s quite memorable as a “sweet old Lemmy” tale (the bonus DVD has plenty more). The camera lingers on the “Don’t Worry Be Happy Fish” (weird).

This is a great documentary. I recommend that everybody watches it repeatedly and shows it off to all their friends. Tattoo it on your forehead – Motörhead!!!

“Don’t Forget Us. We Are Motörhead And We Play Rock ‘n’ Roll!”

The first DVD has as bonus material a concert. There are nine songs, 33 minutes, the first seven recorded in Finland (or Berlin?). “Possibly you got the wrong idea about rock and roll – rock ‘n’ roll does not sound like KISS.”

On “Killed By Death”, the band is joined onstage by Danko Jones, with Mikkey Dee throwing all of his drumsticks into the air behind him. Final song of the live set is “Ace Of Spaces”, Lemmy changes the lyrics quite significantly in the “you know I’m born to lose” part. Interesting…

Then there’s a great blues jam on “Whorehouse Blues” with both Phil and Mikkey playing acoustic guitars and Mikkey banging away with one foot on the bass drum and another on a tambourine shaker. Awesome! (In the bonus features disc we see Matt Sorum doing the same, from the time he filled in for Mikkey Dee when he took part in Kändisdjungeln, a Swedish version of I’m a Celebrity – Get Me Out of Here!) The set closes with a soundcheck version of “Backdoor Man.” They are Motörhead and they play rock and roll. YES!

Bonus DVD – Starts off with the rehearsals with Metallica for their September 14th 2009 gig together in Nashville, from the Death Magnetic era, which is featured later… the footage begins before Lemmy arrives, when Metallica are hanging out, with Robert Trujillo looking lovingly at the scrollery and woodwork on Lemmy’s bass. Two basses, playing “Damage Case.” Matt Sorum hanging around. “Too Late, Too Late.” There’s a great scene of a highly disciplined Lemmy reviewing lyrics and practicing before the gig; sure, the gig was great, but not as good as the lead-in.

In the “Making Of…” segment, the fat and ugly guys who made the movie hog their moment of glory, going into a wonderful explanation of how they were tricked by Lemmy into cleaning his kitchen so that they could record him frying chips in it. “Fifty percent of the film is a negotiation.” They describe the amazing accidents, such as Lemmy hitting 777 while the cameras rolled, visiting spots all around Europe with the band, meeting Metallica. Nice!!! The extras are awesome, mainly because there’s so much material, and almost all of it is excellent. More importantly, we get way more Lemmy than we get in the movie itself.

There are sections of funny stories, sections that talk about what a nice guy Lemmy actually is, and all sorts of wisdom from the man. “Water isn’t good for you anyway. Fish fuck in it.” Musical inspirations are Elvis, MC5, Jerry Lee Lewis, some Elvis, Eddie Cochrane. Deplored Philadelphia boys like Fabian and Bobby Rydell. “It was just rock and roll or fuck off.”

“I hope there are pool tables up there, because if there isn’t, I’m going down there. Well, can you imagine eternity without a game of pool? Fuck off.” Lemmy presents his arguments in the case for reincarnation being the inexplicable interest people might have in one period of history over another. “Nothing stays the same – not you, not the places you went, not the people you know. Most of the people I knew are either dead or old, and I got nothing to talk to them about because they got old and I didn’t.” (Lemmy was 62 at the time of that interview.) Mourns the death of Sid vicious, who he says was truly innocent, and with no axe to grind, just a lost boy; his mentor was Nancy, she turned him into a clown and he died of it. Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers were tremendous. Pistols, the Damned, the Who were so violent on stage. Loves the US, but is very ironic about it.

“I don’t like improvements, they always make things worse.” Talks about why he loves the Rainbow, and is always self-deprecating. “Good night and good hunting.” Lemmy at his 50th birthday party with Metallica, greetings from Ozzy and Dimebag. Mike Inez was there, talked about how Metallica dressed up like Lemmy. “The Soft Side of Lemmy” includes great stories, like one from James Hatfield, who once told him “It’s great to see you, brother”, to which Lemmy responded “Yes, we’re brothers – more than you know.” Deep… or maybe just weird. We also find out that Lemmy’s the only guy who can call James “Jimmy”.

Johnny Knoxville, Sebastian Bach, Scott Ian, Slash and Duff talk about the first London shows Guns N’ Roses did, the band’s first time abroad, and visiting Lemmy in the studio where he was making Orgasmotron. It was Lemmy’s “welcome to the cub” gesture, or as Duff put it “Once Lemmy accepts you, everybody else can kinds piss off. Lemmy thinks we’re cool – that’s good enough for me.” Extended Slash, Duff, Pepper Keenan quotes. Sebastian Bach tells a story about Lemmy’s pep talk after Skid Row had a bad gig in Brazil, just before they broke up. Jason Everman’s backpacking anecdote. Lemmy lent Joan Jett and the Blackhearts his equipment for their first tour. Steve Vai played two songs with Lemmy on Inferno in 2004. “So, you can’t play slow, can you?” Lemmy sent him a Zippo lighter as a thank-you, which Steve treasures. Moa tells a story. Freaked out, short over-compensator CC Deville also has a memory of Lemmy playing with him impromptu at The Rainbow’s jam night on one occasion. “It meant the world to me. It meant the world to me.” Sweet story from Christine, the bartender at the rainbow about sullen Lemmy’s gesture of friendship. The disc has 20 minutes of funny stories, led by two bad jokes by Lemmy. James Hetfield and Slash tell stories about their own first meetings with Lemmy, in Slash’s case Lemmy was chatting up his girlfriend Renee at The Rainbow (my ex-colleague Paul had the exact same story, apparently, but in Slash’s story it was Renee who didn’t know who Lemmy was when the situation was unfolding, in Paul’s it was he who didn’t know who Lemmy was). Dave Grohl talked about how rock ‘n’ roll Lemmy is, sitting in his underwear taking a call at noon with a smoke and a JD and coke in his hands. Steve Vai talks about the Monsters of Rock tour, and how all the rock guys tried to keep up with Lemmy through five days of debauchery, no one could keep up. Never stumbles or falters, always eloquent when he speaks. “After a while you just… coast…” quotes Robert Trujillo. Rollins talks about how he remembers one occasion when his band and a bunch of other travelers were angrily waiting in a small plane in Finland for the last band to arrive. “You smell tobacco and leather… it’s Lemmy!!” He sits down next to Rollins, orders his cola, gets his whiskey from his road manager, and tells Rollins “I will not be betramelled by a mere airline attendant.” Jason Newsted talks of meeting one of his three heroes (Geezer Butler, Geddy Lee and Lemmy), introducing himself, and Lemmy adding “I know who you are, ya cunt.” Rainbow barmaid Misty talks about Lemmy taking his shirt off one hot Labour day. “Go ahead, Lemmy, just play there – naked.” Joan Jett tells the Darby Crash story. Lemmy offered Dee Snider some lines, but he passed. “Oh, more for me.” Girlschool talks (they haven’t aged well). Marshall amp, Murder One re-designed from the 1976 model. Eight minute “We Are The Road Crew” mini-documentary. Lemmy apparently treats roadies very well, as he was once a roadie himself. We meet Tim Mitchell, Lemmy’s bass tech for 30 years. Plenty of scenes from the JD-cam, and a video of the road crew playing “We Are The Road Crew.” Lemmy plays on a persian rug onstage – WTF? Check out Phil’s Coke bottle bottom glasses! In “We Are The Superfans” we meet the people like Thomas Hulz, Adrian, Robert, Klaus with the crazy tattoos (Hulz has 21 of them), who’ve seen over 100 shows, who have all the various pressings of the albums. Amazing!! One of these guys had the record that was stolen from Lemmy’s apartment that time that his gay roommate was murdered there (hmmm… it might be nice for him to give that back to Lemmy…).

There’s a mini-interview with “Fast” Eddy Clark, who met Lemmy first in 1968 when Lemmy was ever-present on the scene. Lemmy was fired from Hawkwind in May 1975, had Motörhead up and running by August. Explained how they wrote Overkill!! Ice T talks about the Body Count days when he’d tell his band to watch Motörhead videos. Eddie also supports use of speed – constant, good energy, spot on, won’t go up and down, can have a drink, consistency of energy, slim figure. Motördamned was formed from members of those two bands, reports of Motörhead fisticuffs. Triple H tells an anecdote of Motörhead playing Wrestlemania Seattle. Interview with Dave Grohl goes on for 20 minutes, talks about Chuck Berry, Hendrix and how he only made three albums “the rest were shit. He wasted time in the studio ‘thinking.’ Hendrix wouldn’t have released ‘Cry For Love’”. About groupies from the sixties, Lemmy notes that “Jimi’s leftovers wore me out.” Talks of the plaster casters tracking Jimi down and getting his johnson plaster-casted. Dave Grohl tells the story of the Backbeat soundtrack, talks about Pat Smear and the Germs and the LA renegades.

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Sunday, April 14th, 2013

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TVZSB


Townes Van Zandt, Sunshine Boy – the unheard studio sessions & demos 1971-1972 – While I’m not sure that these songs can be called “unheard” (somebody must have heard them before they were released such as the recording engineers, the musicians themselves, etc), I’m certainly glad that these studio sessions and demos have come out – disc one is studio sessions, disc two is demos. Townes wrote some of the best country rock songs around, and the studio sessions you hear here are either more spare than their originals (sometimes just guitar and a bit of drum, to lightly compliment Townes’ huge voice), while other songs are noisier than the originals, with greater guitar grooves (“Who Do You Love”, and the hard-to-find B-side “Sunshine Boy”, both benefit from an enthusiastic electric band). The first disc of studio tracks is followed by one of demos, which is simply Townes and his guitar (except for “Dead Flowers”, the Stones classic, which gets a bit of percussion). One totally new Townes composition appears here for the first time, “Diamond Heel Blues”, while he also gives us covers of “T For Texas”, “Dead Flowers” (two versions) and the traditional “Old Paint”.

To compare the studio versions as they appear on Texas Troubadour (which I review here) it an interesting exercise. “Blue Ridge Mountains” is a lot more raucous and has better sound. The demo of “Greensboro Woman” is quite a bit slower than the studio version, while “Lungs” is a lot faster on this version than on the official release (which, ironically, sounds more like a demo) and is peppered up with a full band and some spastic piano. There are two versions of “Mr Gold And Mr Mud” here, both a studio version and a demo. The studio version of is nearly identical to the official release, except the sound is richer, while the demo is stark and simple with none of the shuffle of the studio versions. The studio version of “No Deal” also sounds identical to the released version. The collection has two versions of “To Live Is To Fly”, one on each disc, both of which sound like demos, simple guitar and voice versions (on the studio version, drum kicks in about one third of the way through the song – doesn’t improve the song, though). “Two Hands” appears here without the gospel singers, it sounds pretty good… but I think those gospel singers are quite vital to a song like this, so this is not really a superior version. “Who Do You Love” has some pretty cool and funky (and loud!) guitar soloing at the end, not to mention some wild slide guitar. “Sunshine Boy”, the hard-to-find B-side of “If I Needed You”, is full of storytelling and great harmonies; it sounds just great, and is also spiced up with some wild guitar. “Where I Lead Me” is slower than the original, and has nice harmonica and some big, sloppy horns in it; funny thing about the addition of horns on that song, as one of the best songs on this collection is probably “Pancho and Lefty (alternate 1972 mix without strings and horns)” – yes that’s the full title – and it sounds very interesting without those darn mariachi band horns. While they are very distracting, listening to the song without horns helps to understand why they were added – as beautiful as the song is, it is also just a bit flat. The album has a great version of “You Are Not Needed Now”, even though the magnificent organ of the original is lacking (it also comes in a demo version). “Sad Cinderella” is mainly Townes’ voice and some choppy one-finger piano that sounds just a bit too spare, but is still somehow preferable to the studio original, with its harpsichord vanities. “White Trail Liner” has more of a bluegrass feel to it with some fingerpicked ukelele.

The demos are mainly just Townes’ voice and guitar and are truly beautiful. I love this sort of thing – just like Big Star’s demos are the best thing on their box set, this is really something very stunning (it doesn’t hurt that my wife and son are into mellow guitar music). “You Are Not Needed Here” is really just great, serenely beautiful with some perfect finger picking at the beginning. A warm, wonderful song. Nearly all the songs sound better with the simple treatment. Lovely. “Highway Kind” is also stunning in its perfect melancholy. One after another, they are all astounding, just Townes and his guitar. “Standin’” sounds pretty darn cool, and has a very different feel stripped of the shuffle of the official release version, Townes is also backed by some very nice backing vocals. This last disc is the real treasure of all Townes Van Zandt recordings. “When He Offers His Hand” is really amazing, stripped of the silly backing vocals, now just Townes and a studio buddy.

There are five songs on the collection that have never been released by Townes Van Zandt as studio recordings. Most interestingly, there are two versions of “Dead Flowers”, the Stones song that he does such a rich rendition of in the soundtrack of The Big Lebowski. The demo version is a smooth little rendition that has a bit of a drum machine backing Townes up (the only demo that does so). While it isn’t not as rich as the one we hear on The Big Lebowski soundtrack, its still very nice with some beautiful finger picking and Townes’ rich, languid voice. I just wish they could have done something about that drum machine!! The studio version has drum and piano to compliment Townes’ voice, it sounds a bit like something you’d hear in the lobby of a Best Western. Nuff said.

Besides the two versions of “Dead Flowers”, there’s “T For Texas”, a cool version of the classic number that has a lot of yodeling (rare for Townes) and moves at a languid pace. The traditional “Old Paint” is a simple wailin’ country blues song that strums and strums. Very nice indeed. “Untitled (demo)” is a nice, jazzy, upbeat unlisted little number that includes a sweet bit of finger picking that goes on for about one minute. Very nice indeed. “Diamond Heel Blues” is the only one of these songs to be written by Townes himself (besides “Untitled”, we’d assume), and it’s a great find! The song is full of some really great finger picking, and some lovely blues (it’s also the longest song on the set – it just goes on and on…).

Finally, the set comes with a 16-page booklet. The 7-page essay by Colin Escott doesn’t really have enough space to tell you anything too much new about Townes, but it does bring up a few nuggets, like the name of his murdered girlfriend, Leslie Jo Richards, some background of a young Townes Van Zandt trying to get his music career moving in Nashville (with Mickey Newbury as his co-manager, the writer of “Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In)”) and the prettifying producer of Johnny Cash and Roy Obison and Jerry Lee Lewis, Jack Clements). The essay talks a lot about his motivations. “Realizing he could never follow in his father’s footsteps, he quit school and hit the road.” “By 1972, Townes had five LPs on the streets, a son he hardly saw, an ex-wife, a murdered girlfriend, and a heroin habit. ‘Living was painful to Townes,’ his ex-wife, Fran, told Robert Earl Hardy. ‘[He] didn’t know how to live in this world.’” There are six very nice pictures from the era of Townes alone, standing or seated, with either a musical instrument or a cigarette or a drink in his hands.

A Long Walk To Water

Sunday, April 14th, 2013

ALTW

ALTW


A Long Walk To Water – This book was the first to ever be introduced to me by my son. He had studied an excerpt of it in his class, and wanted to read the whole thing. I thought this was amazing, and I wanted to read the book to. I was especially interested, given that my company does a lot of work on water projects in our donations and corporate social responsibility area.

It is a short book, but in only 120 pages it covers an amazing amount of human drama. “Based on a true story”, it tells the tale of Salva, a young Sudanese boy whose comfortable life is disrupted when the civil war comes to his village in the form of a visit from rebel soldiers. His village is torn apart, the people scattered, and Salva is separated from his family, leaving him but no choice than to keep moving – through Sudan, Ethiopia and Kenya before finally going off to the US. Salva’s story is told in parallel with that of Nya, who is growing up in a poor and dry village, her main task is to go twice a day to the “water hold” some miles off to fetch muddy water that makes everyone sick; it also prevents her from going to school.

Somehow these two stories come together marvelously, both in terms of outcome and in storytelling. The story and its conclusions are truly inspiring, and show how quickly people can be lifted out of the stone age and into the 21st century. It also demonstrates how important water is, and how we should not take it for granted. It binds us, connects us, holds us together, flows through us and gives us and everything in our world alive. After all, with out water, what are we?

John Phillips, Pay Pack & Follow

Sunday, April 14th, 2013
JPPP&F

JPPP&F

Pay Pack & Follow, John Phillips – Released in April 2001 a month after Phillips’ death, Pay Pack & Follow was recorded between 1973 and 1979 with a hot gang of major 1970s rock names, including most of the Rolling Stones (Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Mick Taylor, Ron Wood – Jagger and Richards produced), Paul Shaffer, Chris Spedding, and Phillips’ ex-wife Michelle. Wood plays bass, just as he had with the Jeff Beck Band, not guitar.

“Mister Blue” starts off the album with a bit of pop, some nice background vocals by the who’s who of rock and roll. “She’s Just 14″ is a mellow piece of blues that sounds like an outtake from Exile On Main Street with its cool beat and gorgeous slide guitar – Mick Jagger is there shouting in the background. Nice. John Phillips’ voice sounds great on this one. “Wilderness Of Love” is a piece of pop and a bit fluffy actually, with sassy background vocals, but it’s all right (it’s credited to Paul Schaffer!). “Oh Virginia” is sort of a sequel to “Sweet Virginia” from Exile On Main Street, but countrified a bit, a pretty ditty that swings with some nice piano. “Sunset Boulevard” is a cheezy pop song with some awful backing vocals (Mick and Keith produced this???!!!). “Pussycat” is poppy, but a bit funkier, with some cool jazzy boogy, and a great backing vocalist (it also contains a snatch of the Stones’ “You’ve Got To Move” at the end). “Zulu Warrior” is a weird pop song that is also quite nice… a bit funky too. “Very Dread” is a nice, dark piano song with a good melody. The ironically-titled “2001″ is credited to Keith Richards, and it’s probably the best pop song on the album (with the overall best being the bluesy “She’s Just 14″). “It’s only 24 years till the year 2000, and maybe everything here will be so different then.” I wonder if he’s right… just like I wonder what the heck the title means!

The inside of the CD comes a booklet of pictures and lyrics that includes, as a sort of foreword/liner notes set, a letter Phillips wrote on stationary from New York’s P Hotel, “Hi Fran, my name is John Phillips and for many years I wrote for and recorded with the “Mamas and Papas”. The letter tells the story of how it came about that Mick and Keith came to produce Phillips’ on-again-off-again recordings from 1973 (I’m not sure that they had much to do with each other until then, other than to hang out as rock stars are wont to do – I do know that Michelle Phillips was in the helicopter with the Stones at Altamont, and maybe in Mick’s bed that night). He also tells some funny stories about how, after the sessions finished in 1979 the master tapes were lost and found endlessly, seeming to pop up in the unlikeliest places. The production notes are funny, with some confusion about who the drummer or backing vocalist was in most shots. No explanation either as to why this was only released a month after Phillips’ death in 2001.

Office view

Sunday, April 14th, 2013

Here’s a view from my office.

window view from my office

window view from my office

window view from my office

window view from my office

window view from my office

window view from my office

Blue Cheer – Vincebus Eruptum

Saturday, April 13th, 2013

BCVE

BCVE


Blue Cheer, Vincebus Eruptum – The ultimate Sixties album, starting out with the blues-ed out, freaked-out version of “Summertime Blues”, the story just goes on and on and on. “Rock Me Baby” is a beautiful old rocker that gloms and gloms, it feels sweet and beautiful and full of wonderful mojo. Nice. Love Dick Peterson’s vocals here – one of the best in the industry! “Doctor Please” is a nutty blues song that just wails – not as heavy on the guitars with this one, but a great long solo attached, beautiful!!! Longest song on the album. “Out Of Focus” is some nice blues, not quite different from the previous two blues songs. Great blues shouting, nice solo, everything else sort of pasted together. The next song “Parchment Farm”, however, is a true classic, that just blueses on and on, while “Second Time Around” veers into the blues stratosphere. Nice stuff.

Jonathan Wilson – Gentle Spirit

Saturday, April 13th, 2013
JWGS

JWGS

Jonathan Wilson, Gentle Spirit – Funnily enough, I was in Soundscape in Toronto on College and I had a High Fidelity moment: I heard some great music playing on the store stereo system, I asked who was playing (as we are often wont to do in music stores when we hear something we like, or something that is familiar), and… then I actually bought the thing! I was enchanted by the moment – a cold April afternoon in Toronto, with a dusting of snow falling under a blue sky, and some gentle Laurel Canyon folk coming through the cold vernal air with hints of Nick Drake, Neil Young, Gordon Lightfoot and Elliott Smith. How can I leave the store without holding on to that memory? What a great experience (I also bought the Lemmy documentary).

The disc has 13 songs, some of them short, but most of them 6-10 minutes long. The first song, title track “Gentle Spirit” is exactly as it sounds – a beautiful, wistful tune that has a light piano jazz opener, before drifting into slow fingerpicking guitar, light Nick Drake musings, and a bit of fake orchestration. Wonderful. “Can We Really Party Today?” is a bit of lite Elliott Smith-ery which is beautiful and groovy in its own hippy way. “Desert Raven” starts off misleadingly with some weird electronics, but really is a bit more of a band effort with a full band of groovy people jamming out on a riff and has a sort of early Pink Floyd feeling to it. Beautiful. “Canyon In The Rain” is slow and meandering, with some funky Paul McCartney bass, echoing vocals whispering hauntingly. “Natural Rhapsody” is a wild psychedelic ride, starting off with some light sounds before building up into some wicked psychedelia, reminds me a lot of some great Nagisa Nite stuff. “Ballad Of The Pines” is a sweet folk tune that is just beautiful – short too. “The Way I Feel” is a beautiful Gordon Lightfoot cover that really rocks, and has beautiful burbling organ. I love it. “Don’t Give Your Heart To A Rambler” is a short song, built around a folk base with some pretty funky keyboard/organ, bursts of funky George Harrison guitar in the interlude. “Woe Is Me” is a long rambler, with guitar and vocals and drums that gets nutty and experimental with the time changes – also some nice twine-y guitar near the end of it. “Waters Down” is a beautiful song that focuses on Wilson’s vocals. Also very trippy. “Rolling Universe” is a trippy little thing of voice, ocean waves and guitar, with good drum stuff, a very perfect pop song, with a funky modified (blunted) David Gilmour solo. “Magic Everywhere” starts with a bit of acoustic guitar, then builds up in to a great, long funky paradise of a psychedelic trip. Love it. “Valley Of The Silver Moon”, the final and longest song on the album, is just great. I gloms on and on and on and on, with its cool verses, before getting into a sweet acoustic Jimmy Page interlude, and then a return to the song, before a freaky little Crazy Horse-inspired guitar freak-out to end it all off.

Nick Cave Push The Sky Away

Saturday, April 13th, 2013

PTSA

PTSA


Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Push The Sky Away – I jumped ahead and got the cloth-bound limited edition book with CD and DVD. The CD is the best part; the book is pretty good too, with reprints of Cave’s magnificent lyrics, for people who can’t make out what he’s saying (although actually it’s never too hard to make out what he’s saying). The DVD contains in-studio videos for songs that didn’t make it into the final cut.

In a way the DVD should be fascinating, with the fanboys trying to imagine where they might fit on the album, or why they were cut; the fact is, of course, that they were probably pulled simply because they don’t really fit on the album. It might also be because they aren’t very good. But it is nice to see Nick and friends in the studio, looking very serious indeed.

The album is great, one of Cave’s best in recent years (actually, this isn’t really saying much – they’ve all been good); it starts with songs that are a bit over-produced, like “We No Who U R” (pretty), “Wide Lovely Eyes” (stark and simple, with pretty keyboards), and “Water’s Edge” (a weirdly unsatisfying story about whorish DC chicks), although the latter ends on a great note with the lyrics “It’s the will of love, it’s the thrill of love, but it’s the chill of love that’s coming down – people!”.

The album really picks up with “Jubilee Street”, a wild storytelling song about hookers – the song really cooks. Great vocal phrasings by Cave (including a Beggars Banquet era Jagger-esque “I’ve got a foetus… on a LEASH”), cool sparse guitar and jazzy percussion, before the swelling violin sounds kick in. Nice. He mentions a “10 ton catastrophe on a 60 pound chain”, wonder what that is. There’s good insanity in the final line – “I am an embryo eating dark oxygen. I am glowing. I am flying. Look at me now.” Crazy stuff. Nice build up to the end too, with the children’s choir bits (more Beggars Banquet era Stones-copying there too, actually…). “Mermaids” is a fun, tense little charmer, but the really good one is “We Real Cool”, with its weird reference to the distance of the stars, great Nick Cave roamings and groanings. “Finishing Jubilee Street” is a cool meta-songwriting exercise, memory ramble, a wild combo of moody music, talking, singing, and a wonderful children’s choir. Nice. The standout piece on the album is “Higgs Boson Blues”, a weird piece of Geneva melancholia that starts off like the Stones classic “Sister Morphine”; it is also the longest song on the album, nearly eight minutes. The lyrics sheet – which you need to read to understand what the hell he’s babbling about, with references to “mummified cats” and all – spreads out over four pages even! The final song on the album is probably the best – quite a feat, since “Higgs Boson Blues” should be pretty hard to top. It’s the title track and is dominated by Cave’s voice and a spooky church organ (there’s a bit of drum going on there too). Lovely.

Overall, this is one horny album, with Cave referencing whores, bimbos, girlfriends, Hannah Montana (and Mylie Cyrus), black patches, and a lot of girls.

The two songs on the DVD are “Needle Boy” and “Lightning Bolts “. Both show the musicians playing their parts, with lyrics running along the side (they don’t appear in the booklet). “Needle Boy” is tinted red and is about a needle boy and all of the little objects he possesses, and musically it’s just Jim’s weird organ stuff and Nick’s lyrics. Nick is wearing a polo shirt and dancing dramatically in front of the mic. Warren Ellis is messing around with a mess of pedals and effects boxes that litter a persian rug in the studio, and at one point is grinding away on his trademark violin. The song ends in weird studio noise. “Lightning Bolts” is visually similar to “Needle Boy”, but it’s set in green. And while both songs are fairly sparse in arrangement, this song is faster and more electronic, with plenty of weird noises. It shows Nick working the mic again with his weird studio dance, Warren and producer Nick Launay in the control room, Warren playing a flute that is miced up to sound like an angel’s choir (or is it a stunt?), and then the Bad Seeds at the mic singing the backing vocals (it’s probably staged – I doubt that this song was recorded live). The song is interesting, a surreal tale of Nick’s encounter with Zeus over a pramful of lightning bolts.

The cloth-bound booklet is cool, with pages of type-written lyrics with blackened-out sections (our mind wanders – what words did those sections contain?), and great pictures of the band interacting; I particularly like the one that faces “Finishing Jubilee Street”, showing Nick walking with Warren Ellis and listening to something that he’s saying, Jim’s hand gesture expressive in its own way. A bit of fantasy there too – I wonder what they’re talking about and if it’s fascinating, or if it’s just a bit of boring junk.

Canada trip 2013

Thursday, April 11th, 2013

I had a great trip to Canada and Hong Kong, just got back yesterday! Saw a bunch of cities, met a ton of people (many for the first time, some for the first time after 20 years!), and did a bit of shopping and eating and drinking!

The pics to prove it are below.

The trip started off with a 28-hour journey from Singapore via Hong Kong to Toronto. My flight from Singapore was due to leave at 10:40; if I would have timed myself to arrive at around 9:00, as you’d expect for a 10:40 flight, I would have been in the thick of unpredictability since that was rush hour, when it’s hard for the cab (if you can get it) to get anywhere. So I left early, passed by the office to pick up some chargers I’d forgotten, and then checked in early so that I could chill out in the business class lounge over breakfast. Nothing special in the flight lounge but crappy food, coffee and beer. I spent ages trying to log in to my office email, which wasn’t working well at all!

Once on the flight (which was delayed one hour), I felt that the business class was just o-kay – food so-so, service so-so, the best thing about it was the personal capsule you get with the funky lay-back chair and the noise-cancelling headphones, and how they don’t hassle you to stop listening to your MP3 player during take-off (which, from Singapore to Hong Kong, was delayed by an hour because of some sort of issue in economy class). In Hong Kong I bought a Giorgio Armani tie (!!!!) to match my new Collezione Armani suit (!!!!!!). Never thought I’d ever buy things like that, but – hey, times change. The flight lounge there wasn’t special either, but since I was on Cathay Pacific and they are a Hong Kong-based airline they have several lounges to choose from (I tried a different one on the way back, and it was better – at least it had better food). Flight lounges when you’re traveling on your own are no fun anyway…

The flight from Hong Kong to Toronto was pretty lame; it was delayed by two hours due to a huge thunderstorm passing through (total flight delays so far – three hours!), so I drank beer and read and listened to music. The window seats were taken up by people who slept throughout, or were tapping on their personal devices when the flight took off through the spectacular mist-shrouded city (it was spectacular from what I could glance from my middle-section seat!). I powered through the flight, not sleeping much (I’d save that for when I got to Canada in the evening, hoping it would help with the jet lag) and watching movies. On the Toronto flights I managed to watch Beasts Of The Southern Wild, Life Of Pi, Lincoln, Prometheus and Hitchcock (on the flight back I took in Zero Dark Thirty and Silver Linings Playbook – I will review these films below the pics). Met mom and dad at the airport, drove to Midland, and slept an exhausted eight hours in their spare bedroom. Nice.

Spent three days in Midland hanging out, going for walks, acclimatising myself to Canada, took a lot of walks, observed a wonderful moonrise one night when my jet lag wouldn’t let me sleep, saw the stars for the first time in years, watched the Jimi Hendrix and Otis Redding discs from the Monterey Pop Festival set, as well as the first part of the Woodstock Director’s Cut. Went through my old possessions, found a few cool things – my old cassettes, my old LPs, my old CDs, my old comic books, my old clothes; I selected to take back an old brown suede jacket, a long jacket that had belonged to my uncle, three cassette tapes (Mother Love Bone, Soulstorm, Motorhead), and grabbed a stack of comics to either let my son read or sell on eBay. Ate some great food, drank some Kaiser beer with my mom and dad, and went to visit some old family friends. Didn’t take many pictures!! Too bad…

Drove into the city, had lunch with my boss on April Fools Day, checked into my hotel (the Metropolitan, next to City Hall on Dundas), then chilled out over beers at the Horseshoe Tavern with my friend John, went up to Soundscape Records on College (bought a Jonathan Wilson CD and the Lemmy documentary DVD), then ate and drank on College. My Visa card was rejected as I was paying, and I kept getting text messages from Citi throughout my trip about it… not impressed.

The first day at work on Tuesday was great, meeting colleagues I’ve been emailing and phoning with over the 14 months since I’ve joined, met my boss’s boss, then met her boss as well, chilled out at the offices on Wellington Street, spitting distance from three other places of work of mine in Toronto (Metro Centre, Roy Thompson Hall, the Royal York Hotel), and got to know how my company really works away from my splendid isolation in Singapore. Perfect. Funnily enough, as soon as it was 4:30, I suddenly got zapped by jet lag and extreme fatigue – no energy, just wanna sleep. That night I met my friend Tom at my hotel restaurant where we chilled out and ate and drank and caught up, first gathering in 20 years! It was fantastic!! But by 10:00 I just couldn’t go on – I passed out mid-text as I was trying to send a message to our mutual friend Huw, hoping to plan next day’s meet-up. Ouch!

Wednesday was a day of meetings and I met Huw for lunch at Jack Astor’s on University, great meet-up after 20 years! Wednesday night I had an after-work drinking session with the broader communications team (about 40 people), which was perfect, and then headed off to meet my two oldest friends from my neighborhood, Paul and Mike; funnily enough, we once again ended up at Jack Astor’s (but this one was on Dundas)!!! A great evening of catching up, just perfect. Love you guys!

Thursday was a lot of fun too – busy in the office, skipping lunch, then meeting with university friend Liz for Greek food (20 years, man, 20 years), then to the Horseshoe Tavern for more drinks, the Rex Hotel for jazz, falling asleep in my chair, then off to the hotel for sleep.

Friday, last day in the office, many many more meetings, lunch with another friend I haven’t seen for 20 years, and after work a lovely dinner with my friend Patty and her family. That was followed with drinks with my friend Danella and her buddy Robb. Wow! That was a strange evening, as I basically walked from Roncesvalles back to Dundas and Chestnut, stopping at a few pubs along the way. It was also very cold.

On Saturday I woke up, fussed around the room doing emails and time-wastin’ stuff, then went off to my friend Teresa’s. I hadn’t seen her for 20 years either, but it was fun going to her place in York Mills, meeting her family, eating great food, autographing my book, buying coffee, and then off to see my friend Tom again and to meet his family for the first time at his house in Bloor West. Good times, then home by cab along the DVP late at night. Sunday I woke up early, packed, checked out, walked from Dundas and Chestnut to Queen and Ossington to meet my friends Danella, Robb and Rikk for lunch, then up Ossington to Bloor, along Bloor toooo Bloor and Yonge, then down Bloor to the Eaton Centre to meet my friend John again. Bought a new suitcase, bought some CDs for myself (from Singapore’s Wormrot) and a Percy the Platypus t-shirt for Zen at HMV, a Big Lebowski sweater at Sunrise, drinks at The Library, then off to Greek food on the Danforth by cab (with a cool view of the Toronto setting sun from the banks of the Don Valley – nice!). Greek food, a beer at an Irish pub, and then time to head to the airport.

The flight back was very easy. I got to the flight lounge, had a bunch of drinks, boarded the plane, sat down, and then passed out exhausted (I’d been up 18 hours and had walked all over the city). I slept for two hours in the prone take-off position, then put my seat down and slept another five. I had a window seat, so I opened the blinds and saw the midnight sun over Severny Island, awesome!! Lowered the blinds, watched Zero Dark Thirty and Silver Linings Playbook, some episodes of dumb TV series (The Office Season Nine, 30 Rock) and stuff like that. Monday dissappeared into the International Date Line and by Tuesday when I got to Hong Kong at 5:00 AM (!!!) I went through customs, headed to my friend Margaret’s place, hung out with her and her family, then went to meetings from 11:00 AM to 8:00 PM (intermittently during the afternoon, while I was on the phone with Naoko, I also ran into Margaret’s husband Larry during the walk from building to building – happy coincidence!!!). Yes, I was tired by the end of the day, and rooftop drinks with journalists downtown was interrupted by some serious construction noise – bummer!! But it was all good.

Checked into my hotel, fixed my luggage, slept, and woke up on Wednesday morning for an 8:00 AM meeting with journalists. Nice. I had a full morning in Hong Kong, then went off to the airport. The flight was not very special, as I had an old airplane (wide-ish seats in business class and no podule, mini-screen movies so I just read my book); but getting back home was great. It had been nearly two weeks. Wow…

The amazing thing about meeting people for the first time in 20 years was that NOBODY HAD CHANGED EVEN ONE IOTA!! In character they were exactly the same, and in appearance more or less the same (some were spookily identical!!). I think that’s great. The big difference is that we knew where we were in life; twenty years ago the big questions were “who will I marry, how many kids will I have, where will I go, what will I do, what kind of career will I develop, will anything bad happen?” Now these questions have been answered, so there’s less uncertainty. Family situations aren’t the same – for some of us thing maybe our elders are gone, family situations aren’t perfect, we may have fallen on hard times – but we can still talk about things with greater perspective. This is valuable, and a part of wisdom. A few of the things that my friends told me in meetings really hit home, and I really treasure those encounters. Great great great.

Singapore headline

Singapore headline

Northern Canada

Northern Canada

Northern Canada

Northern Canada

Northern Canada

Northern Canada

Northern Canada

Northern Canada

Feelin' frozen in Midland Bay.

Feelin' frozen in Midland Bay.

"Arctic Glacier" brand "premium" ice... when there's snow on the ground.

"Arctic Glacier" brand "premium" ice... when there's snow on the ground.

My parents - lookin' cool!

My parents - lookin' cool!

Dock Lunch is WORLD FAMOUS. Or is it?

Dock Lunch is WORLD FAMOUS. Or is it?

Love my old cassette tapes.

Love my old cassette tapes.

Here's the old brown suede leather jacket my uncle gave me in 1984.

Here's the old brown suede leather jacket my uncle gave me in 1984.

This dusting of snow we got on April 1st was not an April Fool's Joke!

This dusting of snow we got on April 1st was not an April Fool's Joke!

Mom and Dad in front of their house.

Mom and Dad in front of their house.

Cool Toronto shop on College.

Cool Toronto shop on College.

Snow on College.

Snow on College.

I should write a song about this...

I should write a song about this...

They had Stones posters all over Toronto.

They had Stones posters all over Toronto.

Paul and Dave digging Supertzar!

Paul and Dave digging Supertzar!

Ruth's Chris Steak House. Best name for a steak house ever!!

Ruth's Chris Steak House. Best name for a steak house ever!!

Interesting view of Toronto.

Interesting view of Toronto.

Creepy van

Creepy van

Hey - FAT BASTARD!!

Hey - FAT BASTARD!!

The signboard for Heartbreak Hotel (no vacancy).

The signboard for Heartbreak Hotel (no vacancy).

Ed's so honest, he puts it up in lights!

Ed's so honest, he puts it up in lights!

A little view of Siberia.

A little view of Siberia.

A little view of Siberia.

A little view of Siberia.

In Hong Kong's China Club.

In Hong Kong's China Club.

Hong Kong's koala building.

Hong Kong's koala building.

Sam The Record Man lives on in Hong Kong (they only sell classical music, though...)

Sam The Record Man lives on in Hong Kong (they only sell classical music, though...)

The Pete Abides.The Pete Abides.

The Pete Abides.The Pete Abides.

Gnarly Hong Kong runway!

Gnarly Hong Kong runway!

Movies

BOTSW

BOTSW


Beasts of the Southern Wild – a very good semi-reality flick about a young girl who grows up in the Mississippi delta in New Orleans, enjoying the pickin’ of the land until the pickin’ of the land gives out – the community is flooded, her daddy gets a heart attack, the villagers are displaced, and the food starts to disappear. It’s about growing up, it’s about livin’ in Louisiana. Loved it.

H

H


Hitchcock – Anthony Hopkins is great as the Master, Alfred Hitchcock (hey – same initials!). The absurdities of putting together the first slasher pic are documented. Life has never been the same since the Hitchcocks started this Hollywood thing, and there’s all sorts of uncertainty around putting the movie together that’s overcome by the realistation that it was ultimately a financial triumph. Ironically, he (like Truman Capote – see recent years’ Oscar entries) never produced a significant follow-up (although there’s a coy reference to The Birds). Great follow-up to Anvil – The Anvil Movie by director Sacha Gervais.

L

L


Lincoln – hard to talk about this film, which I fell asleep watching mid-flight, other than it’s very chatty. There’s a lot of dialogue. A lot of dialogue. A lot of dialogue. It’s the most un-Spielberg of all Spielberg films. I loved that he tackled a difficult theme, I loved Daniel Day Lewis’ performance (when do I not?) and I loved seeing Jackie Earle Haley (Breaking Away, Watchmen, Dark Shadows, etc); I enjoyed the fantasy that the 13th amendment was im-passable (since all know it passed); but this was a great film about zeitgeist – showing what it was like to live during those four months of Lincoln’s life. Fun stuff? Not really, but rewarding to the legend of America.

LOP

LOP


Life of Pi – It’s hard to imagine that this book could be filmed; and yet filmed it was. And successfully so! The background for the tale is well-grounded, with images of the Pondicherry (the visuals in the film make me want to go to this French-influenced part of India), high school love, zoos, nature, and the inevitable ship disaster, which I never really understood in the original book. The book takes a life of its own after the boy is discovered in the boat, with the ocean itself becoming the third character of the story, something that the book never succeeded in conveying. Magnificent! There’s the nutty “carnivorous island” point, there’s the”Japanese insurers” point, and the film is over.

It’s a beautiful film, and if it popularises the tale, all the better – I want to talk about the “carnivorous island” point, I want to talk about the”Japanese insurers”. Maybe this film will allow me to do so.

P

P


Prometheus – while it’s not a strong film (weak performances and absurd/unnecessary characters abound), the overall pontification on the nature of The Engineers is satisfying, as is the explanation this prequel provides of our first sight of an Engineer corpse at the beginning of the first Alien film. We get a strong female character (evident in all of the Alien films, but never again in another Ridley Scott film) with the domination of a very able Noomi Rapace; having said that, though, Charlize Theron’s performance and her character were TERRIBLE, as was the weird Scottish guy and his wimpy engineer friend (the Doomed Ones); the alien abortion was pretty gross, but that’s okay.

Let’s see what happens in the next film, which is inevitable.

The strangest moment was when I had flashbacks to plot points from Event Horizon. Bring it on… weird!!!

SLP

SLP


Silver Linings Playbook – I knew nothing about this film going in, and good thing too! It was a wonderful little flick, full of good cheer for down-and-out people with middle class connections. Good for them! They have emotional issues, they find each other, they dance. All right!

As rom-coms go, it’s nice to have one this challenging, as it’s about two loveable nitwits on psychiatric doses, not really ready to re-enter society, yet somehow ready to re-order their parents’ lives (is it always like this?) and go on a learning journey. High fives for learning journeys! The performance of both actors was stunning. I saw the film listed for an oscar, I wonder why it didn’t win. It was awesome. And loveable. The dude in the film was great, the gal nearly so. Wonderful story, wonderful acting.

ZDT

ZDT


Zero Dark Thirty – Probably one of the most important stories of our era, captured here in this little film. Has this moment entered the popular psyche, like when man walked on the moon and all those other dramatic moments? Maybe not really, but this film reminds us of what people did to get there.

The film starts with a stylistic glimpse of the fall of the Twin Towers. Sad. Then it gets to Afghanistan and Pakistan, where the intelligence work was happening. A tough story of broken families and destroyed friendships, and the hunch that paid off. Nice. I wonder how Katheryn Bigelow even got this story. If I’d wanted to make the story, how would I have done it?