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Great weekend

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

We had another wonderful weekend. On Saturday, we woke up early-ish and got ready to leave the house for our lunch downtown in Ootoya in the new Orchard Central mall, where our dear friend Peggy works. Zen did his homework, then we took the bus at 11:00, arriving around 11:50. It was our first itme in Orchard Central; I had not been in any hurry to go there, since I don’t really care a fig about new malls – they would usually simply be more of the same thing – but this one had a cool upper deck with eating areas, outdoor escalators, an indoor rock-climbing simulation, a tall stretched woman statue, and other cool things. I was also impressed that we had the place mostly to ourselves. Got to Ootoya at noon, and we were one of the first guests, but it quickly filled up. The food was yummy, the decor cool and relaxed, and the staff friendly. The only problem was that things were a bit on the slow side, and my meal arrived much earlier than Naoko and Zen’s, but nobody was starving or in any great hurry. Peggy came out a few times to talk to us, but she was too busy to spend much time with us. But at least we know what her shop is like, and we were very impressed.

After a slow wander from the eighth floor down to the second floor, we took the bus to North Bridge Road and the Renaissance and Excelsior Hotel basement where we shopped for a guitar for Naoko. We first found a shoe shop, where we bought Adidas cleats for Zen (he’s taking soccer as an extracurricular activity in his school) at a good price, then we picked up Naoko’s guitar at Guitar 77. It’s an electric acoustic cutaway built by Celtone, a very handsome device. We then tried to take Zen’s broken camera to some camera shops to see if they would repair them, but they all laughed at us. Camera salesmen are really the biggest assholes in retail sales, at least in Singapore. Then we headed home by bus.

When we got home, Zen’s mood disintegrated, and he sulked and fought about the three pages of homework that he needed to do. Finally, he got it done after dinner, and that night we just watched an episode of Space: 1999 (”Voyager’s Return”) and read from The Lightning Thief. I stayed up late watching the Leonard Cohen concert DVD “Live In London.”

Sunday we slept late, but Zen was up early. As difficult as Zen was on Saturday about homework, Sunday he was the opposite – he had it all done before breakfast! Naoko whipped up apple pancakes, and we had a great morning playing catch in the park and kicking the soccer ball. In the afternoon. I did a bunch of work, and listened to Leonard Cohen.

Zen ordered kids' hamburger steak, with a cool flag of Norway in it.

Zen ordered kids' hamburger steak, with a cool flag of Norway in it.

Ootoya is great!

Ootoya is great!

Super Peggy and Ultra-Zen

Super Peggy and Ultra-Zen

Naoko and Peter and their guitars

Naoko and Peter and their guitars

His 'n' hers guitars.

His 'n' hers guitars.

Groovy goodies from Santa Amazon

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

Got groovy goodies in the mail today from Amazon: Leonard Cohen “Live in London” DVD, Chris Bell’s “I Am The Cosmos” CD, Cathedral’s “Garden of Equilibrium/Soul Sacrifice” CD/DVD set, and the 33 1/3 book on Nick Drake’s “Pink Moon.” I’m already watching the Leonard Cohen DVD, and I notice that it’s regionless – awesome! Get rid of that region nonsense. Shirts and pants don’t disallow you from wearing them if you’ve bought them in other countries, why should DVDs lock up if you bought them elsewhere?

Saw a dude wearing an AC/DC t-shirt (”Highway to Hell” cover) at Clementi MRT station pushing a baby stroller with no baby in it – mysterious.

Took Naoko’s CD player to the repair uncle today, got it fixed, but by the time I got it back home it wouldn’t play again. What’s going on? I have to take it again tomorrow morning. It’s no fun getting into a crowded train with a bunch of stuff to carry, but what choice do I have?

CD reviews

CB I Am The Cosmos

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Chris Bell, “I am the Cosmos” – Chris Bell was, along with Alex Chilton, one of singer/songwriter/guitarists of the seminal cult band Big Star. He left after the band’s first album, the audaciously-named “#1 Record”, flopped. In the six years he had left to live, he released one single, “I Am The Cosmos” with the “You And Your Sister” B-side, but continued recording. He died in a motorcycle crash in 1978. Over the next 14 years, his stray recordings were gathered and put out on this 1992 release. There are 12 original songs on the release, with the addition of a slow version of “I Am The Cosmos”, and country and acoustic versions of “You And Your Sister.” All of them are good. The two songs from the single also appear on the “Keep An Eye On The Sky” Big Star box set; that set also includes a live and a demo version of “There Was A Light” from 1973, Chris Bell’s version of which appears on this release.

The songs are mostly good, and sound very Paul McCartney-esque (Chris apparently once met Sir Paul in France, a truly big star, after Bell’s Big Star days were done). The CD opens with its powerful, hoary, spooky title track, then gets into the gloomy, sludgy “Better Save Yourself.” “Speed of Sound” is an acoustic, drumless strummer that sounds like it was lifted right off a Big Star album. Later on there’s some light percussion and a really weird keyboard sound. “Get Away” is a jaunty rocker with some truly bizarre drumming. “You And Your Sister” is a beautiful song, although maybe a bit overproduced with bleating “woah woah”, and a grinding cello. Happily, the country and acoustic versions delete these, the arrangements getting sparer and sparer as they go along – the acoustic version is the best. “Make a Scene” is a groovy, catchy pop-rocker, but a little dull. “Look Up” is another cosmic song, full of sweet melodies and light acoustic guitar. “I Got Kinda Lost” is a sweet rocker with a good pace and simple lyrics. “Fight at the Table” is a groovy rocker with a cool bass sound, juke joint piano, and scorching vocals that roar like Paul McCartney’s on “Oh! Darling.” Ditto for “I Don’t Know”, which sounds like it would have been at home on either of the first two Big Star albums. Closing song “Though I Know She Lies” is a sappy tune that, unfortunately, sounds more like the mellowest of Chris DeBurgh ballads (ewwww…). Nice solo, at least, and later in the song Bell wrings some powerful emotion out of his sad lyrics. But having this song at the end of the list doesn’t sour the album, since tacked onto the end are still the alternate versions of “I Am The Cosmos” (which comes in a “slow” version – as if it could be any slower than the original) and “You And Your Sister,” still the real winners of the release.

Other bands have recorded Chris Bell songs, in particular the two from his single; This Mortal Coil recorded both of them, and Pete Yorn and Scarlett Johansson did “I Am The Cosmos”, but of course none of them sound very good at all, a testament to the strength of the original.

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Cathedral Forest of Equilibrium

Cathedral, “Forest of Equilibrium” – I’ve been listening to this release, Cathedral’s first, online for quite some time, but there’s nothing like owning it, especially this gorgeous deluxe re-release that comes with the full remastered first release, the “Soul Sacrifice” EP that followed it, a DVD documentary about the group’s early days, and a poster of the full album art. Gorgeous and grotesque.

The album opens up with the pleasing sounds of a flute, with some medieval-sounding guitar plonkings, very similar to the song “Solitude” on Black Sabbath’s third album “Master of Reality”, which seems to be a favourite of the Cathedral guys – they covered it on the “Nativity in Black” tribute album.

All of the songs plod along at an amazingly slow pace, with the exception perhaps of “Soul Sacrifice”, at a brutally short 2:55 (which, as the rockingest song on the set, is updated and upgraded on the “Soul Sacrifice” EP where it gets a new intro and is lengthened to 4:34 – and even then it would be much shorter than any song on “Garden of Equilibrium”). An odd man out on the album, the song was a forerunner of the faster, rougher stoner sound that the band would later adopt.

“Ebony Tears” has spooky keyboards and bass, then bursts into groans and riffs. That’s the highlight of the song, which drags itself along like a zombie on its last leg. “Serpent Eve” is even sludgier, moving about half as fast. The song ends with what sounds like Mongolian throat singing. Who knew? “A Funeral Request” is a very simple song with nothing special to it. “Equilibrium” is as plodding as the rest of them, but it has a simple, soulful solo that really stands out so powerfully. It also provides the fade-out for the track. More gorgeous than grotesque – superb, really.

The flute of opening track “Pictures of Beauty and Innocence” returns in the final track, “Reaching Happiness, Touching Pain”, and it stays throughout. The song has a very gothic feel to it, sort of like Dead Can Dance, or Xymox.

The “Soul Sacrifice” EP rocks, starting with the title track, which lengthens and livelies up the song from the band’s first release (the new intro is a thread from inside the track). And even in the dredges of “Frozen Rapture,” the drummer manages to break out the cowbell during one more uptempo part – hey, is this Cathedral or is this Foghat.

The DVD is mainly the four members of Cathedral talking about their career, starting with Lee Dorian talking about his roots and how he got into Napalm Death for half of the “Scum” album, before building this new band – which was practically the antithesis of Napalm Death – as a tribute to bands he and his companions adored, bands like The Obsessed, Saint Vitus, Trouble, Candlemass, Witchmaster General, and of course… Black Sabbath. The footage of the lads having a conversation in the pub over beers is interspersed with soundless footage and pictures of those early days, and some live video snippets, to keep it “interesting.” The band talks about the confusion of finding people who wanted to produce a band with the doom sound (deeper, heavier and slower than Black Sabbath, Trouble or Witchfinder General), going through band members (including the drummer of Sacrilege, a favourite band of the guys), and in finding that sound. They considered names like Father, Tower of Silence, Trinity. They walked past a ruined cathedral, and wanted the band to sound like the cathedral looked, and they considered Cathedral of Doom, until they finally realised that just Cathedral was enough. In conversation, the band references Michel Gira of the Swans, Diamanda Galas, Charles Baudelaire, HP Lovecraft (of course). Lee notes that his favourite song from the album was “Equilibrium”, where the lyrics summed up his point of view.

We were going for something that was really quite nihilistic, but in a positive and cleansing way, in the fact that it was so nihilistic that it was almost sarcastic; and then through that, it was quite humorous in some respects, but I don’t think people really saw the humorous side of it.

The band played their first gig in a village in England with SxOxBx from Japan – how did SxOxBx get out there in those early days? Their early gigs were with Agnostic Front and Saint Vitus (!!!!), then they toured outside of England with Paradise Lost. Video of them playing “Soul Sacrifice.” Good vibes – “where is my sleeping bag!” Drinking a lot, smoking lots of pot, getting pretty caned, the other bands on the Gods of Grind tour. “After ten days of free beer you start to lose your mind, really.” At the beginning they had too few songs, they used to play a Diamanda Galas song from the “Litanies of Satan” release, and just stand there. “Put your head down and just play doom.” Lee gets a call on his cell phone, the window darkens from late afternoon to early evening. “The slowness was just vitally important to us – I don’t think we were looking to be unique, we just ended up – we obviously are unique, but we ended up that way because it was just important that we were slow.” Final words – “Doom will be doomed… don’t form a band!”

The DVD also includes the “Ebony Tears” video, which is full of regular video effects. Cool to watch a young Cathedral cavort around a forest and a graveyard with strange effects. One of the guitarists has a sticker on his guitar that says “Solitude.” Is that after the Black Sabbath song?

DVD reviews

Leonard Cohen Live In London

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Leonard Cohen, Live in London – an amazing document, recorded mid-July, 2008 in London, when Leonard Cohen was doing a world tour. He was only 73 years old. And so, despite long years of semi-retirement, and many more spent on Mount Baldy becoming a Zen monk, he still came out and gave us his beautiful songs in that great virtuosic touring way where he was a ringmaster of an army of splendid musicians. We see this treatment from godfathers like David Gilmour and David Bowie, but Leonard Cohen has been doing it for many more years than those fellows and it’s incredible to behold. Cohen and his band play two sets – the first one is 57 minutes long, the second one is one hour, 40 minutes long (actually, the second set is one hour long, and the encores are another 40 minutes long). Cohen has so many amazing songs that the stream of major classics just goes on and on, until way, deep in the set when he plays “Take This Waltz,” which probably not one of his recognised classics. The production is rich and full, making it quite different from the “Field Commander Cohen: Tour Of 1979″ release, which is spare by comparison, focussing on acoustic guitar, duets with Jennifer Warnes, violin solos from Raffi Hakopian, and jazzy fretless bass.

His entire set Live in London is spotless, with the only real comparisons his amazing tours of the past. In this case, he starts his London set off with the words “Thank you so much, friends, so very kind of you to come to this…,” he’s drowned out in applause, and then the band kicks in to “Dance Me To The End Of Love”, with its electric clarinet, three backup singers, and the weird motions of 12-string guitarist Javier Mas (who also breaks out the banduria, laud, archilaud and is full of dramatic gestures). Curtains setting the mood onstage. Leonard Cohen sings, passionately gripping the microphone. “Thanks so much, friends. It’s wonderful to be gathered here just on the other side of intimacy. I’m so pleased that you’re here. I know some of you have undergone financial and geographical inconvenience. We’re honoured to play for you tonight.” Breaks into “The Future”, where he waters down the lyrics “Give me crack and anal sex” to “Give me crack and careless sex”. He has fun with the lyrics “white man dancing”, when he and the bass player do a little boogie, and when he alters a lyric “white women dancing”, the two white backup singers (Charley and Hattie Webb, the Webb Sisters) do a little jig. “It’s been a long time since I stood on a stage in London. It was about 14-15 years ago, I was 60 years old, just a kid with a crazy dream. Since then, I’ve taken a lot of Prozac, Paxol, Wellbuttrin, Exexor, Ritalin; I’ve also studied TV and the philosophies and the religions, and cheerfulness kept breaking through. But I want to tell you something that will not easily be contradicted – there ain’t no cure for love!” Breaks into a great sax intro for a stunning version of “Ain’t No Cure For Love,” followed by the best version of “Bird on a Wire” ever, toned down but with strong keyboards. This song, although it’s vastly famous, has never been a favourite of mine; nevertheless, it’s become gospel to the extent that I’ve met people who want these lyrics on their gravestones. Some drums and bass, swelling female backups, mandolin, great blues solo from Bob Metzger playing a semi-hollow body ‘72 Fender Telecaster Thinline. Sax solo.

The band plays “Everybody Knows”, after which Cohen announces “I wrote that song a long time ago with Sharon Robinson. More recently we wrote this one,” and they play “In My Secret Life”, a semi-duet between Cohen and Robinson, great blues guitars and organs, mild drums and bass; there’s a two-minute Spanish archilaud intro for “Who By Fire”, with its cool upright bass (great banging on the body for the outro bass roll), backup singer Hattie Webb on harp, Spanish solo on the larchilaud, a groovy organ solo, and Cohen plays the Godin classical guitar that is featured on the cover. Perfect – this has long been one of my favourite Cohen songs. He continues to play the Godin on “Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye.” Great harmonica solo. Between-song banter is often a recitation of the vocals of the next song, and when he says “there is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in,” we know he’s going to sing “Anthem.” Great lyric – “While the killers in high places say their prayers out loud.” It’s the last song that they play before the intermission, although before they go offstage, Cohen introduces each of the members (he’d been doing it from time to time throughout the set as well).

After a break, they come out, and Cohen has a bit of an intro. “I was having a drink with my teacher, he’s 102 now. He was about 97 at the time. I poured him a drink, he clicked my glass and he said ‘excuse me for not dying.’ (laughter) I kind of feel the same way. I want to think you, not just for this evening but for the many years you’ve kept my songs alive.” Starts up a Technics keyboard, sings “Tower of Song”, with female backups. At his age, lyrics like “I ache in the places I used to play” probably have more meaning with each passing year. The song drones on at the end, with the backup singers going on and on with their “da doo dum dum dum, da doo dum dum.” Cohen launches into a long spiel: “Don’t stop, don’t leave me here alone, don’t ever stop. Sing me to bed and sing me through the morning, because I’m so grateful to you because tonight it’s become clear to me, tonight the great mysteries have unravelled and I’ve penetrated to the very core of things, and I have stumbled on the answer; and I’m not the sort of chap who would keep this to himself – do you want to hear the answer? Are you truly hungry for the answer? Then you’re just the people I want to tell it to. Because it’s a rare thing to come upon it, and I’ll let you in on it now. The answer to the mysteries…” and he makes a hand gesture towards the backup singers, “…is ‘da doo dum dum…”

Cohen does a short Spanish intro to “Suzanne” on the Godin and sings that marvelous song. There’s a great version of “The Gypsy Wife”, with a stunning mandolin freakout, Cohen playing the Godin throughout. Female vocals start, Cohen comes in after one line. There’s bass solo, but the camera has a lousy angle and we barely see it. Cohen and Robinson then launch in to “Boogie Street” (which, apparently, is named after a street in Singapore called Bugis Street -the local pronunciation of which sounds like “Boogie Stree”). Robinson takes over several verses, with Cohen doing backup. “Hallelujah” is splendid, with a groovy organ solo. “I’m Your Man” has a cool electric clarinet solo. He then continues with a spoken word segment that becomes a long recital, accompanied by light organ swells, of the lyrics of an alternate version of “A Thousand Kisses Deep” that is titled “Recitation W/N.L.”:

You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat
You’d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet
My mirrored twin, my next of kin, I’d know you in my sleep
And who but you would take me in, a thousand kisses deep.

I loved you when you opened, like a lily to the heat
You see, I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet
Who loved you with his frozen love, his second-hand physique
With all he is and all he was, a thousand kisses deep

I know you had to lie to me, I know you had to cheat
To pose all hot and high behind the veils of sheer deceit
Our perfect porn aristocrat, so elegant and cheap
I’m old, but I’m still into that, a thousand kisses deep

I’m good at love, I’m good at hate, it’s in between I freeze
I’ve been working out, but it’s too late, it’s been too late for years
But you look fine, you really do, they love you on the Street
If you were here I’d kneel for you, a thousand kisses deep

The autumn moved across your skin, got something in my eye
A light that doesn’t need to live and doesn’t need to die
A riddle in the book of love, obscure and obsolete
‘Till witnessed here in time and blood, a thousand kisses deep

And I’m still workin’ with the wine, still dancing cheek to cheek
The band is playing ‘Auld Lang Syne”, but the heart will not retreat
I ran with Diz, I sang with Ray, I never had their sweep
But once or twice they let me play, a thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened, like a lily to the heat
You see – I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet
Who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique
With all he is and all he was, a thousand kisses deep

But you don’t need to hear me now, and every word I speak
It counts against me anyhow, a thousand kisses deep.

Incidentally, that is transcribed from the video itself; the lyrics that are provided by the DVD itself are different:

Recitation W/N.L.

You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat
You’d have to be a man to know
HOw good that feels how sweet
My mirror twin my next of kin
I’d know you in my sleep
And who but you would take me in
A thousand kisses deep
I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat
I’m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique
With all he is and all he was
A thousand kisses deep
I know you had to lie to me
I know you had to cheat
To pose all hot and high behind
The veils of sheer deceit
Our perfect porn aristocrat
So elegant and cheap
I’m old but I’m still into that
A thousand kisses deep
And I’m still working with the wine
Still dancind cheek to cheek
The band is plainy Auld Lang Syne
The heart will not retreat
I ran with Diz and Dante
I never had their sweep
But once or twice they let me play
A thousand kisses deep
The autumn slipped across your skin
Got something in my eye
A light that doesn’t need to live
And doesn’t need to die
A riddle in the book of love
Obscure and obsolete
‘Till witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep
I’m good at love I’m good at hate
It’s in between I freeze
Been working out but it’s too late
It’s been too late for years
But you look fine you really do
The pride of Boogie Street
Somebody must have died for you
A thousand kisses deep
I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat
I’m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet

But you don’t need to hear me now
And every wort I speak
It counts against me anyhow
A thousand kisses deep.

A few changes: other than the order of the sections, he mentions specifically Boogie Street (Singapore’s Bugis Street, which the song “Boogie Street” is supposedly named after, was in the past notorious for trans-sexual activity), and instead of “Diz” and “Ray”, he talks about Diz and “Dante.” Okay.

After that recitation, the most interesting original bit in the concert so far, the band breaks into “Take This Waltz,” a minor song from “Various Positions”, and not really one of my favourites. But here it sounds lovely, brought out by great accompaniment from Hattie Webb, whose gorgeous voice is heavenly.

Cohen tries to take leave of the stage, and even gets the band off, but is quickly back for an encore that is to last nearly as long as the second half of the concert (providing a full third act, it seems). The band breaks into a jaunty version of “So Long, Marianne”, then gets into a funky, waist-swinging “First We Take Manhattan”. Starts off with funky bass intro, then gets intense with lots of energy and dancing. The Web Sisters come through again as great, great backups. “Sisters of Mercy” is very good, with a nice opportunity for another archilaud solo (in nearly three hours of live music, you’re bound to get a few archilaud solos). To introduce “If It Be Your Will”, one of Cohen’s most beautiful songs, which he first sang with the sublime Jennifer Warnes, Cohen croaks out a verse or two before turning it over to the Webb Sisters, Charley working the mini-harp while Hattie takes the guitar (I think it’s a Gibson acoustic, not sure). The women re-define the concept of vocal harmonies, it’s stunning; and just to prove the point, when they finish their set, we get a shot of Cohen looking on, mesmerised. He snaps to it, and introduces “Closing Time”, probably the funniest song he’s ever written, and things get funky. He tries to make this his closing song (hint-hint), but all he does is run offstage and run back onstage again for a 10:30 version of “I Tried To Leave You” (hint-hint again), a gorgeous, undiscovered gem from “New Skin For The Old Ceremony”. This song is littered with solos – a guitar solo immediately followed by a sax solo, then an organ solo, then a Sharon Robertson vocal bit flowering up the first verse of the song. This is followed by more archilaud from Javier Mas, then “the sublime Webb Sisters” doing their mmm mmm mmm, ha ha ha…, gettin’ sexy ‘n’ hot ‘n’ heavy (most impressive), then a cool electric bass solo (first of the evening, remarkably), a light drum solo, then Cohen solos/improvs:

Goodnight my darlin’
I hope you’re satisfied
The bed is kind of narrow
But my arms are open wide
Yes and here’s a man, he’s still working for your smile

The song winds down after that… and the guys all ome out from behind the instruments to sing “Whither Thou Goest” as a vocal version – Robinson and Cohen’s voices come out clearest. The song lasts less than a minute, and the lyrics are:

Wherever thou lodgest, I will lodge
Thy people shall be my people
Whither thou goest, I will go

At the end of the film, we get a single credit:

“Sincerely, L. Cohen”.

Awesome.

Only complaint – Cohen introduces the band members too many times. He’s constantly adoring his band, his audience, and humbling himself; you’re also dying to hear him say, after he’s introduced the band, “… and my name is Leonard Cohen.” What applause that would get! Instead, we get “The sweet shepherd of stings, on the laud, Javier Mas; the master of breath on the instrument of wind, Dino Soldo; the signature of steady, on the pedal steel and the electric guitar, Bob Metzger; the prince of precision, our timekeeper – on the drums, Rafel Bernardo Gayol; on the Hammond B3 and the keyboards, the inpeccable Neil Larsen; my collaborator, the incomparable Sharon Robinson; Hattie and Charley Webb, the sublime Webb sisters; our guardian and sentry, the musical director on the upright and the electric bass, Roscoe Beck.” This is how he ends the concert (before the many encores), he did the same at the end of the first part.

Okay, maybe a few more complaints: the unnecessary mouth-harp solo in “So Long, Marianne”; the song has become weirdly cheerful, while it was always sort of wistful, this cheapens it a bit. I was also disappointed to not hear “The Story of Isaac” in this concert – was it too much of a downer? But it’s such a powerful song…

Book reviews

Nick Drake Pink Moon (Book)

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“Nick Drake, Pink Moon”, by Amanda Petrusich – Somebody had to do it – write a book about Nick Drake’s “Pink Moon.” Of course, with Drake dead for 35 years and nearly no information about him – no film footage of him exists, no live performance material, and barely any interviews – this is a hard book to write; never mind, though, this is a book from the 33 1/3 series of music geek pamphlets published by Continuum. This book is 118 sparse pages long, and divided into six chapters – named, of course, for the six first lines of the song’s lyrics – that are divided by one-page musings on Pink Moon by other musicians where they recount when they first heard Drake and what they thought about the music at the time, and how they’ve felt about it since. Seems that even famous musicians like Curt Kirkwood of the Meat Puppets first heard Drake after the VW ad that featured the title song (which, apparently, is called “Milky Way”).

The first chapter, “I saw it written” briefly recounts, over nine pages, the death of Nick Drake, before going into a bit about the recording, and then also into a bit about how author Pitchforkmedia.com Amanda Petrusich came to discover the music – and obsess over it, listening to it continuously on a Discman during her commute into New York City to attend classes at Columbia in 2001. “And I Saw It Say” is a short chapter of only four pages about Drake’s drug use (both recreational and prescribed), and his depression. “A Pink Moon Is On Its Way” is 14 pages about Drake’s childhood, tracing his birth in Rangoon to his countryside upbringing in Far Leys, and then his schooling, as he moved from being a lighthearted kid to a moody musician. There are descriptions of his recording of “Five Leaves Left” (which, apparently, comes from the message you’d see in a deck of rolling papers when only five pieces remain, which the author likens to the equivalent of calling your first album “tastes great, less filling” today), which included a bit of session work by Richard Thompson, and “Bryter Layer”, which called in the talents of John Cale, then working with Drake’s manager John Boyd on Nico’s “Desertshore” (I wonder how Drake and Nico would have gotten along – no evidence that they ever met, though). Cale, it seems, also introduced Drake to heroin. “None of You Stand So Tall” talks, over 24 pages of text, all about the “Pink Moon” sessions, and Drake’s low point in life when he wondered if anyone would ever listen to his songs; his management and his record company, at least, kept faith with him, and there was money to record this classic album (as well as four more songs after “Pink Moon” was done). Drake’s life, however, was deteriorating, and he was constantly stoned and barely coherent. Petrusich has this to say early in the chapter:

All over the song, Drake’s pronunciation is distorted and imprecise, and if he was having trouble speaking during the sessions it’s cringingly obvious here: Drake tries his best to choke out the record’s opening couplet (ostensibly, the lyric is “I saw it written / And I saw it say,” although it ends up sounding an awful lot like “Zoy written on a zoysay”), but he can’t seem to get his mouth to squeeze out the proper syllables in the proper order. The line is mumbled, incomplete, slurred.

I always thought that he was saying “Zoy written on a zoysay”.

Petrusich goes through the songs one by one, marveling at their spareness and the guitar virtuosity. Apparently, musicians all over the world attempt to re-engineer his tunings and fingerpickings and can’t quite do it. The songs are too hard to reconstruct. How this guy dreamed them out of the aether in the first place, while in the lowest of spirits and smoking crippling amounts of cannabis, is quite bewildering, if not miraculous. There’s a description of the photo shoot for the cover, which was never used – Drake, who is pictured on the cover of his first two albums, was practically comatose by that time, and didn’t really cooperate with the photographer – and the record company goes with the weird piece of art that is finally used. There is also the interesting bit of zeitgeist, talking about the political mood (Bloody Sunday), and the state of rock at the time (Led Zeppelin refused entry to Singapore to play a concert for looking too scruffy). It also obsesses with the re-issue and the rediscovery of Drake’s music a process that will not be complete until “Milky Way” comes out in November, 2000. ” “Pink Moon Gonna Get You All”, the longest chapter in the book at 35 pages, is devoted entirely to that commercial, its creation, moral issues around using a Nick Drake song to sell lifestyle, and its impact.

The “Milky Way” chapter is the best-researched of the chapters, and actually reads like it was written for another publication and popped in here for convenience, the other chapters written around this one as its core. It talks about the creative forces behind the VW ad, how Drake’s estate approved it, and the reaction of fans to the use of the song in a TV commercial; it also talks about the trend of using songs in commercials, starting with the arrogant mis-use of the Beatles’ “Revolution” in a Nike ad, to the new realities that many musicians now have their make-or-break based on a successful TV commercial. Weird. The conclusion of the chapter, or the way that it is written, is that Drake himself may have been happy with the ad, since it has finally given him what he was so achingly denied during his short recording career – popular recognition. The final chapter, “It’s a Pink, Pink, Pink, Pink, Pink Moon” is a three-page add-on that starts off ponderously quoting Sophocles, but doesn’t say anything at all.

But despite the success of the Nick Drake resurgence that came with the ad, it’s hardly deniable that no one will ever be able to say that they’ve discovered Nick Drake’s music entirely on their own – the way it used to be. Personally, I first heard about Drake from a fellow-guest at a wedding I went to in India in late 1999. She was not very musically knowledgeable, and when she mentioned Nick Drake I questioned whether she was talking about Nick Cave, ha ha; musically knowledgeable or not, she had one on me – I’d never heard of Nick Cave up to that point. Later in the new year, a package arrived with a tape of Nick Drake songs, and I’ve been hooked ever since. Every now and then I’ll turn a seemingly musically-knowledgeable person on to Nick Drake. Amazingly, and despite “Milky Way”, there are still people out there who have never listened to him.

Kirkwood’s brief piece on Nick Drake, by the way, is garbage. Why bother to include a piece of peripheral writing just because the author is a recognizable name?

Black Sabbath Master Of Reality (Book)

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“Black Sabbath, Master of Reality”, by John Darnielle – I read this wonderful, thin book in one day. It is not really about Black Sabbath’s third release “Master or Reality”, but about a fellow who spend two years in a mental hospital in his teens in the mid-80s, right when Black Sabbath was releasing “Born Again”, who relates that period of his life to the release. The book is good, ponderous, thinks about what Black Sabbath might mean to people, and explores the travails of the good messed-up teen. And this he is. The book mentions other Black Sabbath releases, and other bands that were near-contemporaries of Black Sabbath (Foghat, Rush, Mahogany Rush, etc), as well as some of the band’s heavy followers (Metallica, Slayer, Helix, etc), but nothing in the narrator’s world is more important than this band and this one release. Interestingly, the narrator gets some of his facts wrong – he doesn’t mention that guitarist Tony Iommi was in an industrial accident that severed the fingertips of his fretting hand, which is an important event in the band’s development, and he refers to Ozzy as the band’s lyricist, which I don’t think he was – but that’s probably part of having an unreliable narrator, not about the author not knowing these details. You’d have to assume that Darnielle, who is also a musician in his own right and fronts The Mountain Goats, would know all of this as real rock gospel.

Eric McCormack Inspecting The Vaults

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“Inspecting the Vaults”, by Eric McCormack – Eric McCormack has been one of my favourite authors for a long time. Every summer when I go back to Japan I re-read his First Blast of the Trumpet Against The Monstrous Regiment of Women, which (for superstitious reasons) I won’t bring back to Singapore with me. I keep a copy of Inspecting The Vaults (which generously contains his first novel The Paradise Motel) with me here in Singapore and re-read it every so often. I still remember lying out on the field in front of the University of Waterloo Community Centre in 1989 as a university student reading the hardcover of The Paradise Motel (I’d splurged on it – I didn’t have much money in those days, of course, but as a new release the book was only available in hardcover) as I waited for my bus home for the weekend, and what a marvelous feeling it gave me.

Re-reading it now, I see that the stories aren’t as brilliant as I may have thought – they are extremely well written, and McCormack is an immaculate stylist, but there is a bit of thematic repetition, a morbid fascination with bitter ends, and superfluous robotic sexuality. I can see that McCormack is a consummate storyteller, just like so many of his characters, and he was born in Scotland but lives in Waterloo, like so many of his characters, and he (as an academic) likes to read, like so many of his characters. I think that this is a joke that Eric is playing on us, and it’s fantastic, even if it is repetitive.

As you read the stories, you can tell that he’s having a great time writing, pushing us one way and another with his stories, each of which he tries to make as different as can be (and yet never really succeeding – but don’t all great authors need to have a canon of like-themed books? McCormack is convinced, even if I am not).

The book that I have covers both Inspecting the Vaults and The Paradise Motel.

Inspecting the Vaults contains 21 stories and an exceedingly well-written introduction, where McCormack traces his life story, as he does with so many of his characters, from Scotland to Canada. The introduction is only three pages long, but it is better than nearly any of the fascinating stories in this collection. Starting off with a fantasy about a prisoner in a gulag, a voracious reader, who is kept in the dark for 23 hours and 59 minutes a day. For one minute, the guards turn on the lights – and he has an opportunity to read. The tale then goes into journeys, academia, and ideas. McCormack takes his existence for granted but wonders what book he’s reading. He then recounts an anecdote of reading as a youth (a letter arrived in the village, the first one ever, and was treated as an amazing object by all of the villagers) and then his arrival from dreary, slag-heap riddled mining villages Scotland to wide-open Canada (”one of the last of the good places”), and its many possibilities. These are the themes of his stories, and he mentions his love and interest in words and their power.

One of his passages about Canada is particularly enjoyable for anyone who’s ever been there or lived there, but is also telling about the way McCormack writes and thinks:

Eventually, in the Winnipeg winter of 1966, less pleasant realities struck. For the first time, my bare eyeballs felt the pain caused by freezing cold air. The hairs in my nose turned into wire. And that wineter, my bood Scottish overcoat, with its foam rubber lining, actually split in halves, right down the join at the back, when I took it off. It lay there ont he floor like the broken shell of a dead sea-creature. I think now I was shedding more than just a Scottish coat that day.

Inspecting the Vaults starts off with its title story, about the vault inspector in a remote area in some future (or past) dictatorship, where they lock up individuals for their strange and grotesque passions, not for any sort of real crime (although real criminals are also locked up there). In a simple fashion, the narrator inspector goes around all of the vaults, describes the vaultkeepers and the inmates, and recounts the strange, magical reasons that they are being interred. “The Fragment” is an academic mystery, where the narrator unearths the real meaning behind a fragment of a passage from Robert Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy, telling in the process the tale of freakish religious devotion (and its consequences) in a typically gory and violent manner.

“Sad Stories of Patagonia” is a 15-page tale that is probably the lynchpin of all of McCormack’s writing; it tells the tale of explorers in Patagonia on a futile quest for a living dinosaur, gathered at the end of the day around the campfire telling tales of tragedy. Two get their turn before Amos Mackenzie speaks up and tells of a tale of family horror from his hometown. The tale, and McCormack’s use of the tale to peel concepts of truth and reality, crops up again and again in his work. In fact, the search for information of the fate of Amos and his three siblings becomes the centre-point of The Paradise Motel, but the tale is also told in passing in all of his subsequent novels (when it crops up, as it always will, it begins to feel like family).

“Eckhardt at a Window” is a fascinating tale of a murder mystery – or was there really a murder? – and the undependability of information. “The One-Legged Men” is the very straight-forward tale tale of a mining disaster; the one-legged men are another recurring motif in McCormack’s writing, and they make their first appearance here. “Knox Abroad” is a piece of pseudo-history, recounting John Knox’s journeys, and the fantasy of how he would have behaved had he visited the New World. There is humour, violence, and all of the grotesque foibles of medieval life in an age of ignorance that arrogantly pretended knowledge. “Edward and Georgina” is about a brother and a sister that live together, told from the point of view of outside observers. What’s their story? Why has neither of them married? And why are they never seen together? “Captain Joe” is the metaphysical tale of a boy who went to sleep one day and woke up as a 60-year-old man.

“The Swath” is perhaps the best-written, amazing, and amusing tales in the collections. It reads more like straight reporting, but it tells a bizarre, magical tale, describing a gigantic trench 300 metres wide and 100 metres deep that suddenly appears in the earth; all that rock and dirt, and everything that is built on it, simply disappears. The swath moves around the earth, reconnecting to itself, and then it fills itself back in, all in the space of 24 hours. It’s an exciting tale, and McCormack recounts tales of the countries that it moves through, what happens to the oceans, and about the human reaction to it (unbelievable positive, actually). But no explanation is ever given; none is needed.

“Festival” is probably the story I like the least – I find its violence superfluous and unnecessary. “No Country For Old Men” (which, like the Cormac McCarthy book, comes from a line in the poem “Sailing To Byzantium” by William Butler Yeats), about World War I memories, is as short as it is hard to penetrate. “A Train of Gardens” comes in two parts, one as a bit of anthropology in the jungles of South America and other misadventures, while also setting up the seven-coach train of gardens. The second part of the story tells of the adventures inside the world of those garden train coaches. It is a cryptic and excitingly strange tale which, like all of McCormack’s tales, has no real resolution. “The Hobby” is a gorgeous, clever, short tale of a train hobbyist who rents a room in the basement of a family in rural Canada, and what he gets up to. The last line of the story is devastating. “One Picture of Trotsky” is just that, while “Lusawort’s Meditation” is the strange tale of a man who remembers the death of a friend, while “Anyhow in a Corner” is a peculiar interview with an author who is supported by a rich patron, and his musings on his condition and on the life of Sir Walter Scott. “A Long Day On The Town” is another tour-de-force tale, similar to the title tale, where the life stories of multiple individuals are tied together somehow, each of them fascinating. Check out the poet who became an anarchist who became a living bomb who became a stool pigeon who becomes a hobo. They, like the narrator, all end up in The Town. It makes me think of an HP Lovecraft story, such as “Shadows Over Inssmouth”, but much more to the point. “Twins” is the amazing tale of twins born in the same body, a concept covered by Stephen King in “The Dark Half”, but here it’s given the Eric McCormack treatment, which is just as dark, but of course it’s also very… different. “The Fugue” is an amazing tale of a crime told from three points of view – that of the unsuspecting victim, the killer, and the police detective rushing to prevent the crime. Brilliant.

The Paradise Motel is a novel of 205 pages. It starts off with a tale of narrator Ezra Stevenson, his parents, and the return of his long-lost grandfather. Where did he go? Why did he abandon his family? And why did he only come back to die? The drama is incredible in this little short story within a novel (the novel contains at least a dozen tales that could stand on their own). Stevenson travels the world researching the fates of Esther, Zachary, Rachel and Amos McKenzie, their first initials making up his own first name, Ezra. He comes close to tracking all of them down, but something is wrong. By the end, there is no resolution, but it’s all still a great story.

The Lightning Thief

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“The Lightning Thief’, by Rick Riordan – My friend Margaret gave this book to Zen because I told her he likes Beast Quest books. Zen and I read this together because although it was a bit too difficult for Zen to read on his own, he was very excited about reading the story. As I read it, we came upon more and more Greek gods, so now Zen knows a little bit about those great tales. We talk about it a lot now and have a lot of fun.

The book is very clearly modeled on Harry Potter, and has a lot of similarities – a guy who didn’t know his father (Harry didn’t know either of his parents), he discovers he has special abilities and a birthright, he goes to a hidden school for people like him, he makes powerful friends (mentors and protectors and sage teachers) and powerful enemies, he surprises himself by defeating people seemingly more skilled than him, he picks up a goofy male sidekick and a bratty/brainy female sidekick.

But the story is fun, and it is also conscious to be not too similar to Harry Potter. For example, they don’t go to a school for magical people but a summer camp for magical people. The difference is, however, that the concept of leveraging the tales of the Greek gods gives the feel of reviving a long-neglected legacy, or picking up a good story where it left off. It’s been done before, of course, but this still feels pretty natural.

The story itself is not bad, and Percy travels to Hades and back with his new friends, but one thing is a bit irritating – the villain and his intentions was broadcast so widely that it was really shocking when Percy was surprised by the villain’s revelations at the end. No matter, however, I’m looking forward to seeing the movie now, and to reading the second book.

Big Nate - In a Class by Himself

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“Big Nate – In a Class by Himself”, by Lincoln Peirce – This book models itself clearly on the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books, but is not nearly as funny. Big Nate is a bit of a wimp, and a day in the life of Big Nate is not all that interesting for me, but Zen did enjoy reading it.

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“Motherless Brooklyn”, by Jonathan Lethem – My friend Matt gave me this book this summer, and after I read it I realised that this was the second book I’ve read by Jonathan Lethem, who also wrote the incredibly strange This Shape We’re In. This story is about a young man, part of a team of four “detectives”, all orphans, who do work for the Brooklyn hustler who took them out of the orphanage. The narrator, Lionel Essrog, also suffers from Tourette’s Syndrome, the condition of tics and verbal outbursts, which people in his vicinity either understand or don’t. When his boss is murdered, he goes on the case to try to find the murderer; the murderer is obvious, so the story is more about finding out why he was murdered. But even more, the story is about Lionel, and understanding how he lives, how he controls his tics, and what kind of a future he has waiting for him. Orphans with Tourettes probably have a hard lot in life, and since Lionel is probably also the world’s worst detective he doesn’t have much going for him there either. He doesn’t really do anything, he stumbles onto the story somewhat haphazardly, and hardly gets any information out of anybody.

The book wasn’t supremely satisfying, but nonetheless well-written. And although the story is a bit of a non-story, the way it is told and the way the story unfolds is good writing. It’s certainly more straight forward than This Shape We’re In.

Nothing to do over the year-end break, so I watched movies, listened to CDs and read a book

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

Movie reviews:

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Anvil! The Story of Anvil – I heard this movie was very very good – and the trailer certainly leads you to believe this would be so too – but I was still completely unprepared for the emotional roller coaster I was about to experience. Watching Lips and Robb travel the rocky road of life for 90 minutes was way more intimate than any other rock documentary that I’ve ever seen. I’m still a bit teary-eyed, nearly three hours after watching it.  Hearing these mountains of praise for the band from band members of Metallica, Slayer, Anthrax as well as Slash was really something. “Everybody ripped them off and left them for dead,” says Slash, voicing an idea which could have easily been the title of the film. Ultimately, the love and emotion between these guys for their cause, and their art, is unconquerable, even if you do get a major laugh at Robb’s painting to “The Megalithic Anvil Monument”, you can see that the spirit is just that huge (Robb’s paintings are really very good, including the one of the drumkit, and the one that hangs at the top of his staircase, which will fetch millions on auction some day). On Rotten Tomatoes, the movie gets a 98% approval rating, which means that out of 123 reviews there cannot be more then two that are negative, making it just about the highest-ever rating on Rotten Tomatoes. It is well deserved. I’d watch the movie again, but I don’t know if I’m ready to have my heart put through the wringer again so soon.

After I watched the movie, I went and read everything I could find out about the band. The story about Sacha Gervasi, and how he had been their roadie at 16, went off and done all sorts of incredible things, and then re-entered their lives to make this movie, is amazing. His touching personal note at the movie’s website is also something amazing to read. I bought a signed DVD with extras for $20 on their website, I’m sure it’s going to be well worth it.
The band’s classic album, “Metal on Metal”, was released in 1982, and I remember hearing several songs from it on the radio, including the title track and “Stop Me.” Great tunes. That year Slash was 17, Lars Ulrich of Metallica and Scott Ian of Anthrax were 19 and Tom Araya of Slayer was 21. Now, 27 years later, people are still talking about it. Amazing.
This is by far the best movie I’ve seen this year. Don’t watch “Avatar”, watch “Anvil”!
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The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – I once tried to read a Douglas Adams book. Like so many other much-loved cult favourites I’ve tried to read but just couldn’t (One Hundred Years of Solitude, Confederacy of Dunces, Infinte Jest, Tom Robbins, Dave Barry, so many more…), I read a bit before I found it just plain silly and dull and I never finished it. Somehow, I thought that the film would offer me a clue to why Douglas Adams’ sense of humour appeals to so many people; sadly, it didn’t. The film opens with a very boring 15 minute sequence that introduces the hapless Arthur Dent, played forgetably by dull everyman Martin Freeman, who wears a bathrobe throughout the film(?!?). The movie takes a Pink Floyd-like turn (Adams was a friend of David Gilmour) when the repulsive and officious Vogons show up and destroy Earth. Alan Rickman voices Marvin the Paranoid Android (nice), Sam Rockwell plays the president of the universe (good manic performance by an actor I like, but also ultimately a bit annoying), and John Malkovich very appropriately plays a super-creepy alien cult leader whose head, arms and upper torso roams around on little mechanical legs. After many absurd and improbable misadventures, I lost interest permanently and forget how the movie ended, except that it has a point-of-view gun, rodent overlords, and Bill Nighy in an understated performance.

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The Last Waltz – Great movie, I watched it and all of the extras and spent a bunch of time reading up on the band and their albums. But I still don’t have an answer to the question that has been plaguing me: so many people are seen playing Fender Stratocasters in the film (Robbie Robertson, Eric Clapton, Bob Dylan, Ron Wood), why do they picture a Fender Telecaster as the main symbol on the cover? Maybe we’ll never know. The film was directed by Martin Scorsese and shows The Band playing a gala “final” concert (they reformed without Robbie Robertson a few years later anyway) that marked a long break from touring and recording. The party was held in San Francisco, they served a turkey dinner since it was Thanksgiving, and they had actual waltzing. The bands played from 8:00PM to 2:30AM. While The Band can come off as a bit dull, old-worldly on the recordings, watching them is great because they all really look like they’re having a great time. Levon Helm, the drummer, you get to see how he holds his drumsticks with the traditional grip, but the left-hand drumstick grip-outward. Robbie Robertson, well-known from his later career, is the only Bandmember  who doesn’t sing, despite the fine, raspy singing voice we all know him to possess. Garth Hudson, nutty and classical-trained, is not seen often. The editing of the film is strange, with the last number of the evening played first, interspersed with interview dialogue, and then non-concert bits, such as “The Weight” recorded with the Staples Singers (great, great, great), and “Evangeline” with Emmylou Harris (great, great, great).  While the musical add-ons are fantastic, you would wonder why non-concert bits are included in a film document about a concert. Great scene with The Band, Neil Young and Joni Mitchell, the Canadian music mafia, singing Young’s “Helpless”, a song about “a town in north Ontario.”  That’s Ontario in Canada, not Ontario in California.

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Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny – I watched this film last year over the Christmas break and remember being underwhelmed. These guys are funny, and they have a rock ‘n’ roll attitude, why is it that they can’t make a movie on their own that is better than “School of Rock”?  Outside of a few good lines (”Your training begins tomorrow at the crack of noon!”  “Patience, young Grass-smoker.” “I’ve had this birthmark since I was born.”) and a few good bits (the spread-legs guitar that Kyle plays is pretty absurd), there’s not too much there.  Okay, Dave Grohl is pretty hilarious as the Devil, and Tim Robbins as the Mysterious/Weird Stranger is okay too, but otherwise – yawwwwwwwwnnnn…

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Big  Brother and the Holding Company with Janis Joplin: Nine Hundred Nights – One of an interminable string of documentaries about San Francisco and the hippy scene, this one documents the formation of an eccentric psychedelic rock band Big Brother And The Holding Company and some of the work that they did putting together a sloppy, soulful rock unit that eventually hooked up with a young singer from Texas called Janis Joplin, a gifted singer who had once been called “the ugliest man on campus” at her university. They put out two albums and started getting some attention. Then they played the Monterey Pop Festival in 1967, where they hung out with Los Angeles pop musicians like the Mamas and the Papas, as well as Jim Hendrix, Brian Jones, and Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel. Showing San Francisco music to the country for the first time, the band made a bad career move by refusing to sign away film permission for free and lost their place in history; Janis, however, did sign, and the film is only of her, making it look like Big Brother And The Holding Company were really only her backup band. Well… she probably was the most talented member of the band, as evidenced by the fact that none of the other members went on to make much of a mark after the band broke up later that year. To mark the point, the surviving members of the band talk about recording “Cheap Thrills”, the band’s second album, for a big studio and with a proper recording budget, and how the band would sweat for hours to lay down a basic track, only to watch Janis  stroll in and do her vocals in one or two takes.

The documentary is quite good, covering a lot of history and emotions, and the extras are really great too. There are four full performances from three parts of the band’s career, a photo gallery, and interview outtakes with the four surviving members of the band, New York rock critic Ellen Willis, rock historian (and guitarist for the Patty Smith Group) Lenny Kaye, as well as Nick Gravenites, who wrote songs for Janis and also appeared in Big Brother and the Holding Company. Seeing interviews with the four surviving members of Big Brother and the Holding company is interesting. You get to appreciate the intelligence of drummer David Getz, who came off as a bit of a dummy in the historical footage, and the aloofness of “star” guitarist James Gurley, whose star had been outshone by Joplin when she joined the band (Gurley died last week, on December 20th, after having survived the heroin overdose death of his wife in 1970 and years of hard rock ‘n’ roll living). All members are asked “where were you when you heard that Janis had died?”  It seems like they all heard from the same roadie, and they reacted in different ways, with Gurley being quite cool about it; no one was surprised, but only Sam Andrew – the rhythm guitarist who left Big Brother And The Holding Company with Janis to be part of her new Kozmic Blues Band – showed any real emotion.

Lenny Kaye’s interviews are the best in the collection, and he talks about the band with great reverence, as they seemed like the San Francisco band that he was most interested in seeing when he travelled across the country to join the scene in 1967. He had interesting tales to tell about his cross-country trip, about the scene, and the balance of male and female elements in the band, an important point considering his role in the Patty Smith Group.

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ABBA the movie – an interesting document that shows the ABBAmania of the Swedish pop group’s tour of Australia in 1976. Although the film is directed by famous director Lasse Holstrom, as a concert film it is inferior to “ABBA In Concert”, which documented their final tour and their six sold out nights playing London’s Wembley Stadium. The film also makes the mistaken assumption that it would benefit from a “plot”, in this case one involving a hapless Australian reporter seeking an interview with the band – as if filmgoers would not want to watch 90 minutes of ABBA onstage.

Okay, the plot: the wold’s worst reporter travels to ABBA’s various Australian dates to seek an interview the band; without his press pass, however, he is refused access to ABBA again and again. Without access to the band, he films little kids, asking them why they like ABBA. He also interviews adults, who like ABBA for their clean look (yes, ABBA did not look or sound like Black sABBAth). He also has a dream that he is ABBA’s best friend (awwwww) and that he’s successful and well-liked.  Well – one can dream. The most interesting thing about the guy is watching him splice together the various soundbites of the reel, but this is hardly a reason to watch “ABBA the movie”.

Concert footage is okay, although not at all better than “ABBA in Concert.” Of some interest is a remnant of the band’s burlesque show of that tour, which features “Get On The Carousel”, an ABBA song that is only available in this movie.
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A Scanner Darkly – I watched Richard Linklater’s “Waking Life” ages ago; I don’t remember much, since I kept falling asleep. “A Scanner Darkly” didn’t have that effect on me, I was somehow engrossed in the story, watching along as Keanu Reeves went through some mind-tripping counter agent narc activities. It wasn’t quite as intense as “Rush”, but the mind-trippiness was engaging for a while. Ultimately, however, the plotline was a bit too jerky for me to be really satisfied; the onscreen chemistry between Robert Downey Jr and Woody Harrelson was decent, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen Keanu Reeves as wooden. Wynona Ryder, however, was hotter than ever as a digital chick who does too much coke. Robert Downey Jr may be famous now as Iron Man and Sherlock Holmes, but in those days he was still a bit in the hinterlands, and his quirky acting here is quite reminiscent of his work in “Too Much Sun,” a bizarre “comedy” directed by his dad, Robert Downey Sr.

More interesting to me was to read the background of the book, and what Philip K. Dick was going through when it was written and why it was written, and how it was basically an autobiographical work. A story about people engaged in massive drug use by someone who had been engaged in massive drug use would make you think of “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” but this is another, alternate creation.

The film is dedicated to those who either didn’t make it, and to those who were permanently scarred, such as Dick himself.

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The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus – A wonderful document of the swinging London scene of late 1968, full of little gems. There is the opening act by Jethro Tull, with a 20-year old Tony Iommi (of Black Sabbath fame) playing guitar for them, and Ian Anderson nervously trying out for the first times his trademark one-legged Pan stance. Then there is a wonderful blues perfomance by Taj Mahal, an artist I was not aware of but who really blew my mind (awesome bass player, nice guitar player, the whole band kitted out in funky blues/cowboy gear), and a rare interchange between John Lennon and Mick Jagger (the Beatles/Stones rivalry is well known, but these guys manage to be civil to each other). It is also apparently the last live appearance of Brian Jones, who barely does anything throughout – although he does put in a really great slide guitar performance.

The reason that the release of this document was delayed until 1996 was apparently that the Stones were unhappy with their performance, and envious that of the Who, who had just come off tour and were at the top of their form (and had performed earlier in the night, with good energy, whereas the Stones were playing at 2:00 in the morning and rather pooped). For me, The Who’s performance of “A Quick One (While He’s Away)” was theatrical and boring, not superior to any of the other pieces at all. The Stones had six numbers, including a rip-em-up rendition of “Sympathy for the Devil” which was probably only slightly less interesting than the Godard documentary of the original recording of the song. Mick also does a cool, dramatic strip show that reveals some pretty interesting body art. Great historical artifact, great great great.

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Let the Right One in – A film about sacrifices. While everyone who has seen the trailer will know that this is the story of a small snow-bound Swedish town haunted by a vampire, what is truly awesome about it is the fragility of each character, and how they all crumble in one way or another. Eli’s sacrifices, Oskar’s sacrificies, Virginia’s sacrifice, Håkan’s sacrifice…  The film is beautiful and minimal, and we care about all of the characters. The love story between two 12-year-olds is somehow quite believable. The theme of bullyism is a bit clumsy, and provides a bit of non-vampire action. The book, apparently, also deals with alcoholism, drug use, and pedophilia – wow, pack it all in between the vampirism and murder.

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Inglourious Basterds – The trailer says it all; and yet, watching it in full doesn’t provide too much more, except for the occasional weird (and, in once instance, very touching) plot twists. A film of long dialogue-intensive scenes (very long – the opener, especially, lasts forever, as does the long “basement bar” scene); it really could have done with some trimming. But… apparently, there were deleted scenes and new characters aplenty, including one created for Maggie Cheung!  (Huh?! How could you get Maggie Cheung to be in your film and then not use the footage?!?)

Nice use of German and French and Italian, which is welcome for people who are not monolingual, but the film lacks a main character. Who is the film’s protagonist? It’s not Brad Pitt, nor any of the people on the movie poster. If anything, it’s Shosanna Dreyfus, who is central to the opening scene as well as the main plot, but she doesn’t have much screen time. Sure, the Basterds are busy striking fear in the Nazi’s heart, but do we really care?

What is interesting about the film itself is how two circumstantial plots come together to ensure the outcome, which I don’t think I’ve seen in a film before. The other thing that is interesting is that the film appears to be leading to a sequel; I would think that part two could be more interesting than part one. Altogether it’s a bit of a rarity – a film with a good plot/ending that doesn’t do a great job establishing (most of) the characters.

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Black Dynamite – Definitely one of the best movies I’ve seen this year. Sure, the trailer gives you 75% of the good stuff from the movie, but in a world where so many trailers are better than the films themselves, this is really saying something. Black Dynamite (he never has any other name throughout the whole film) is riveting in nearly every scene he’s in, and there were at least two laugh-out-loud funny scenes for me.

The film is also full of great lines:

- “You’re doing alright for yourself. Look at this place – you must have an 8-track in every room.”

- “I get off in 15 minutes.”   – “You’re right about that.”

- “How did you get in here?”  – “I walked in.”

- “I’m spending more on bail money than I’m gettin’ in tail money.”

- “I will not hesitate to lay the hammer down, on any clown, that comes around.”

Yes, there’s lots of rhymin’ jive in the movie, not to forget all the gratuitous mention of whiteys, Uncle Toms, crackers, and every other black cliche. The little things are really funny too, like the Captain Kangaroo Pimp, or the “Chili and Donuts” fast food joint. The sexy zodiac animation, as well as the over-the-top closing credits animationare also a nice touch. The “seventies effects” run throughout the film, such as the crazy driving scenes, and the “Bruce Lee’s deadliest duel” daily workout is pretty outrageous.

The storyline gets ridiculous at one point, and the “nefarious plot” bit really outstays its welcome, but when it goes to the level of “Enter the Dragon” and then takes it one level higher, it really goes off the wall. I wonder if this one will become a cult classic on the level of “The Big Lebowski.”

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The Osbournes – Season One – The misadventures of a premier show business family. Watch Ozzy take out the garbage. Watch Sharon fight with the neighbours. Watch Kelly fret about losing daddy’s gold card (it was under the seat in the car). Watch Jack walk around in his army getup. See the doggies shit and piss on the floor, couch and carpet. Watch Ozzy and Sharon fuss over the cats and dogs. Observe Ozzy doodling and colouring. Check out Ozzy doing videos wearing a bat jacket, or Moulin Rouge lingerie getups. Watch Ozzy dance with a mechanical James Brown doll. Watch Ozzy have problems with the home entertainment system, then see him get impatient when the microwave popcorn doesn’t rise. Occasionally – very occasionally – see Zakk Wilde (who you need earplugs for, because apparently he “plays louder than Satan”), Mike Bordin, Robert Trujillo from his band (Bordin is famous from being in Faith No More, Trujillo is a bass legend well-known for his work with Suicidal Tendencies and Infectious Grooves). Musically, there’s plenty of Pat Boone, and just the odd metal riffs.  Episode five is good, because it shows tour preparations for the “Merry Mayhem” tour. Weird to think that this family just had cameras around the house all that time. But it’s all worth it just to hear Ozzy say “I’m not proud of having a poor education; I’m not proud of being dyslexic and having attention deficit disorder; I’m not proud of being a drug addict/alcoholic. I’m not proud about biting the head off a bat; I’m not proud of a lot of things. But I’m a real guy, with real feelings. That kind of scares me sometimes, you know – to be Ozzy Osbourne. It could be worse… I could be Sting.”

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The Osbournes – Season Two – The second season of The Osbournes starts off with an episode that is better than any in the whole first season, demonstrating (perhaps) the power of having a hit “reality” show behind you. Ozzy and Sharon go to the White House and hang out at a massive dinner party with George Bush Jr, who utters the words “What a fantastic audience we have tonight: Washington power brokers, celebrities, Hollywood stars… Ozzy Osbourne.” The look of joy on Ozzy’s face after that was pure magic, although do you… sometimes… have to… wonder… why George Bush Jr? Then there’s Kelly’s “Papa Don’t Preach” solo career (did that go anywhere?), and Jack’s experiments with spraying water at unwelcome visitors. Jack does surfing. Ozzy has phone problems. Ozzy expresses his love for Sharon: “I had this plan that I’d die before she did – my plan didn’t work out. She’s my whole world. She’s the best lover I’ve ever had; the best friend I’ve ever had; the worst friend I’ve ever had. It’s like bread and butter – Sharon and Ozzy.”
CD reviews:

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Leonard Cohen, “Live at the Isle of Wight, 1970″ – This came with a CD and a DVD. I love Leonard Cohen so much, I didn’t know how to take a new artifact from his musical work that included both a CD and a DVD.  Should I listen to him first, or should I watch him? Out of necessity, I listened to him first – it was probably the right thing to do. All but three of the songs he played at this festival are from his first two albums, and as a total aspect it was just like listening to Leonard Cohen’s greatest hits as I remember it, with wonderful new inter-song poetry as we have heard on other, later Leonard Cohen live pieces. It was not the full-on live stage concert spectacle, it was Leonard Cohen as he was in 1970, and people in those days understood him and what he was saying, he was one of them. It’s amazing how we wander on and wander apart, and how people like Leonard Cohen only matter at certain, brief moments in history. Cohen has 11 studio albums and five live releases (of which I have three). This is the oldest one, although “Live Songs” has material that reaches back to 1970 as well; “Field Commander Cohen”, from 1979, is a polished affair of polite applause, with a crack band and a groovy bass player (not to mention the violin, oud and clainet), but it is also a bit too speedy for the Cohen groove. I have not yet heard “Cohen Live” (recorded in 1988 and 1993) or “Live in London” (recorded in 2008).

The CD was recorded on August 30th, 1970 and is nearly 80 minutes long and contains 14 songs (with five sections of pre-song banter, all in the first half of the concert, that last from 16 seconds to nearly three minutes). It was the last day of the five day long festival, with the last night rounded off by Joan Baez, Jimi Hendrix following her at midnight, and Cohen following Hendrix (he was the second-last artist to perform at the festival, which was closed by Richie Havens, who played “Here Comes The Sun” as the first rays of dawn hit). It is presented “warts and all”, with a few incidents of onstage voltage as people fiddle with equipment, most notable in Suzanne, one of Cohen’s mellowest songs, not to mention his most famous.

The recording starts off with Cohen’s voice, “Are you guys ready? Is everybody ready?” Then the announcer comes on the PA saying “Our next artist is a novelist, a poet, an author, a singer and an album recorder.  He’s been trying to get here since 10:30 yesterday morning… won’t you welcome Leonard Cohen and his Army.”  Like all Cohen live recordings, there is plenty of cryptic between-song banter, and here Cohen starts off with a story of the circus and an appeal to the audience to hold up matches so that he could see them “sparkle like fireflies, each of you at your different heights,” he sounds elated, but he also notes “a lot of people without matches” (halfway through the concert again, he jibes “oh, we’re sorely in need for matches”). He then launches into a shambolic impromptu song “Oh it’s good to be here in front of 300,000 peopleeeee”, then a very slow, sombre version of “Bird On A Wire,” that is mostly him and his guitar, but also has some bass, a bit of keyboard, and some background singers.

For the most part, the songs sound like they’re Cohen playing alone, even though he has two backup singers, a bassist and three seated guitarists up onstage with him (no drummer – Cohen’s not about percussion).  The sound quality of the recording is excellent, and the production is top notch – the songs, except where Cohen improvises, sound like they did on the albums, and they are superb to listen to. “So Long Marianne”, “You Know Who I Am”, “Lady Midnight”, “One of Us Cannot Be Wrong”, “The Stranger Song”, “Tonight Will Be Fine”, “Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye”, “Diamonds In The Mine”, “Suzanne”, “Sing Another Song, Boys”, “The Partisan”, “Famous Blue Raincoat” and one of my favourites, “Seems So Long Ago, Nancy,” to end the evening.

The intro to “You Know Who I Am” has a short impromptu ditty called “Let’s Renew Ourselves Now” that might be considered a unique new Leonard Cohen song – it is about 50 seconds long and starts with some Spanish guitar plucking, then the lyrics “I know it has been cold, and I know it has been damp/I know you’ve been sitting all night long”; the tempo of the song then picks up, and he says “Let’s renew ourselves now, let’s renew ourselves now, let’s renew ourselves now,” then going directly into “You Know Who I Am.” Most of these songs came from his first two albums, “Songs of Leonard Cohen” and “Songs From A Room”; the three from his not-yet-released album of 1971, “Songs of Love And Hate”, are “Diamonds In The Mine”, “Famous Blue Raincoat” and “Sing Another Song, Boys” – in fact, the version of “Sing Another Song, Boys” on that album was recorded at this concert, so this is technically the second time it appears on a Leonard Cohen album (oddly enough, the tracking puts the famous “Let’s sing another song boys, this one has grown old and bit-ter” intro at the end of the preceding track, “Suzanne”; this is a mistake, as it is clearly an important part of the song). The song got resounding applause, something which is cut off of the version on “Songs of Love and Hate”, which fades it out quickly after his last “la-la-la-la-la-la-LA-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaaaaaaw”.

One of the highlights of the concert comes before “One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong – one of his cornier songs, which he says he wrote in a peeling room in the Chelsea Hotel as he was coming off amphetamines and was pursuing a blonde lady whom he met in a Nazi poster, the courtship of which he describes even more cryptically – when he recites some poems: “As for the political situation: They locked up a man who wanted to rule the world/ The fools, they locked up the wrong man,” and “A man who eats meat wants to get his teeth into something/ A man who does not eat meat wants to get his teeth into something else/ If these thoughts interest you even for a moment you are lost.” He gets heckled once, to which he replies “Are you calling me a fascist pig again?”

Besides a bit of organ and backing from the two female singers, the concert is relatively restrained – “The Stranger Song” seems to be just Cohen and his guitar – until the second bar of “Tonight Will Be Fine”, more than halfway through the concert, when The Army really kicks out the jams and all the members saw away, including the banjo player – Cohen just wails and wails !! (Incidentally, this recording of “Tonight Will Be Fine” also appears on “Leonard Cohen Live”, which contains bits of his 1970 and 1972 live performances.) It is followed by a mellow version of “Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye”, but then comes an impromptu intro “They gave me some money for my sad and famous song/ They said ‘the crowd is waiting, hurry up or they’ll be gone’/ But I could not change my style, and I guess I never will/ So I sing this song for the poison snakes on Devastation Hill/ And there are no letters in the mailbox…”, which goes into a blistering version of “Diamonds In The Mine,” a song that the audience would not have heard until then. It is very similar to the album version, although I suppose a keen ear will hear different lyrics.

Another interesting moment is when, just as he’s playing the guitar into to “The Partisan”, he says “I’d like to dedicate this song to “Joan Baez and the work she’s doing.” The second-last song is “Famous Blue Raincoat,” another song that the audience wouldn’t have heard yet, which Cohen introduces with the words “It’s not that I want to be coy standing out here, you know, but I know that it’s late and… I don’t know, maybe this is good music to make love to. This song was written in the East Side, the east end of New York; It’s four in the morning…”

For his last song, he says “(to the audience) my guitar has been heisted… (to the band) yeah, the song about Nancy, that’s a good idea. (to the audience again) I want to sing this song for Nancy; it was in 1961, she went into the bathroom and blew her head off with her brother’s shotgun. And, in those days there was not this kind of horizontal support, and she was right where all of you are, but there was no one around – to light their matches.” He starts off with his solo voice and guitar, the bass comes in, then the voices drift in very subtly, some keyboard sounds, “Nancy wore green stockings, and she slept with everyone,” background vocals come in stronger, “we told her she was beautiful, we told her she was free/ But none of us would meet her in the House of Mystery, the House of Mystery…” And that’s it.

The DVD is 64 minutes long and was produced and directed by Murray Lerner, who made his name filming the Newport Folk Festival form 1963-1965, and the three days of the Isle of Wight (with iconic full-length concerts from The Who and Jimi Hendrix).

If you want to get the concert in its chronological sequence, you really need to listen to the CD, because the DVD shatters it and scatters it all around (which makes it even the more interesting to get the two packaged side-by-side). The DVD starts off with a snippet of “Diamonds In The Mine”, the concert’s most engaging (and engaged) piece, before moving into grandiose factoids of the concert, presented in a slideshow format, as well as some interviews with kids at the shot: “It’s like going to Bethlehem, where they go to see the baby Jesus, [but] we go to see Leonard Cohen” (and somebody blurts in “Pink Floyd”). But, of course, you always wonder about duplicity from the filmmakers, especially with their memories addled by nearly 40 years of living – they say that he sang “It’s four in the morning, the end of September” at four in the morning at the end of August, but was it four in the morning?  Were the audience shots of hippies captured in rapture even filmed during Leonard Cohen’s spot, or were they blissing out to Hendrix?  I guess we’ll never know.

The DVD has several interesting interviews. One of them is with Bob Johnston, a Southerner who ended up producing three Leonard Cohen albums (although only one at the time of the concert – “Songs From A Room”; he later did “Songs Of Love And Hate” and “Live Songs” with Cohen), but who also produced six Bob Dylan releases and seven Johnny Cash releases, all from the 1965-1971 – busy guy. He talks about how he was shanghaied into being a keyboardist for the release, but also how the show went down, giving the quote “I think Leonard Cohen is the best performer in the world, he bought poetry into music” (hey – is that a dig at Bob Dylan?). Kris Kristofferson, who battled the militant and unforgiving audience at the show, talks about how Cohen commanded the stage throughout, and there are a few scenes to prove it of Kris’ nervous performance – gosh, he looked young without a beard in 1970. Joan Baez talks about the era, and Judy Collins gushes about Leonard and “Suzanne”, a song that she sorta made famous, spouting “God bless Leonard Cohen and his muse.” This bit, and to some extent Baez’s bit, are shoved into the edit, as they really don’t have a lot to add to the concert itself.

For the most part, the concert footage is on Leonard Cohen’s face, with the occasional wander to the angelic backup singers (the only three people besides Cohen, incidentally, who  stand throughout the show), with brief sections where you see the band and the whole stage (they look really bored while Cohen does “The Stranger Song” totally solo… some Army) – and a few shots where you see the band from behind, with the amps marked WHO displayed prominently. While it’s not interesting to constantly watch Cohen’s face as he sings his songs, it is interesting to see and hear him do the hand whistle of “One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong”, which I’ve heard a billion times but never knew it was done by Cohen himself, blowing through his fingers.

Happily, “Tonight Will Be Fine” is shown in its entirety, including the part where Charlie Daniels stands up and plays the fiddle next to him, as is the “They’ve surrounded the island; one of these days we’re going to have this land for our own,” to which there is tremendous (canned?) applause. But this how it appears on the album, so… Appearing in its entirety is also the illustrious “Sing Another Song Boys”, which showed up in its entirety on his next studio album “Songs Of Love And Hate”, although the wigged out “Diamonds In The Mine” is not on the DVD for some reason (except for a brief excerpt of the beginning bit at the start of the DVD).

Cohen dedicates “The Partisan” to Joan Baez, and here we get a chance to see images from her press conference at the time, a bit of her live show, a snapshot of Jimi Hendrix’s set as viewed from the audience (to avoid copyright hassles?), and ultimately the 2009 interview with the lady herself.

Just a bit of deception – the last song in the movie is “Seems So Long Ago, Nancy,” and it is presented as if it were an encore; listening to the CD, though, I’m not sure it was.

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Big Star: “Keep an Eye on the Sky” – Finally, the long-awaited Big Star box, with four CDs containing 98 songs, 52 of them unreleased. The set is named after a lyric from “Stroke It Noel”, a song from their their third studio release, and contains album tracks, demos, alternate mixes/lyrics/versions, as well as a full live concert from January 1973 (with the band performing as a three-piece soon after founding member Chris Bell had left the band out of frustration over their first album’s poor distribution and lousy sales). The first three discs include the songs of and follow the three studio albums in sequence, including tracks from those albums, along with other material from the same timeframe; the fourth CD is the live concert in its entirety. In one form or another, the set includes all of the 43 songs from their three studio releases, so it’s a good document to have just for that, not to mention the live set and the demos and alternate mixes of some of their most memorable songs (”Back Of A Car”, “The Ballad Of El Goodo”, “In The Street”, “The India Song”, “O My Soul”, “She’s A Mover” and “Try Again” each appear three times). The fourth disc includes a promotional video for the song “Thirteen”, billed as the only existing video document of the band in action, which is a grainy home movie that looks like it was captured on a standard Super 8 home video recorder from the time. The video has a lot of cheezy establishing shots, like kids walking home from school, a jet taking off, and images of the guys in the studio. Of particular interest are the images of Chris Bell, who died in a car crash in 1978. The video, set to a different song (”Thank You Friends”) can be seen here.

Big Star is revered by dozens of bands, including The Replacements (who wrote a song called “Alex Chilton” for the band’s main singer/songwriter/guitarist), Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (Petty’s nasal vocal delivery clearly apes Chilton’s), the Bangles, and many others. Alex Chilton came to the group with some experience, having been the singer for the Box Tops (check out a great video of the band irreverently playing for the cameras to a recording of their #1 hit “The Letter” – Chilton, in those days, had more of a bluesy, raspy John Fogerty/Rod Stewart/Eric Burden delivery). I have the first two Big Star albums already, so a lot of the material is familiar to me, but I had never heard the third album, which turns out to be very different from the jangly power pop of the first two records as it is a combination of acoustic guitars and strings(!), as well as other odd sounds. The set also includes several ex-Big Star contributions from the various members, including three solo songs by Chris Bell (one pre-band inclusion called “Psychedelic Stuff” from 1969) as well as his “I am the Cosmos” single from 1975 and its b-side; there is also one song from his Icewater project, and two from his Rock City project. The set also includes an Alex Chilton solo song from 1969. The collection has 17 demos of 16 songs (”Big Black Car” gets two demos), which are often just Alex Chilton solo on the guitar; these versions are almost always superior to the produced songs, as the voice is clearer in the mix – in fact, a CD release of just these songs would be a treasure on its own, as it is probably the best “solo” work that Alex Chilton has ever done. The live album is also interesting, perhaps more interesting than any other live material I’ve heard – partly because of its rarity, but also because of how tight the band were. The recording quality is great, and the murmur of voices in the bar as the audience waits for headlining act Archie Bell & the Drells (who?) to hit the stage; Chilton’s dejected announcement that the Drells will be up next is in itself heartbreaking.

The box is about the size of a 45-inch single slip cover, and comes with a folding box to hold the four CDs, as well as a superb booklet that is full of pictures of the band and comes with a warm foreword from John Fry, who owns Ardent Records where the band recorded and was one of their biggest supporters – the fifth Big Star, if you will.  At 100 pages, this is probably one of the more generous box set booklets around, and it contains three well-written essays by rock critics Robert Gordon, Bob Mehr and Alex Palao. Interesting to see these handsome young men, somewhat dandified and tidily-dressed with their jackets and shirts buttoned at the cuffs and leather shoes, and big mops of shoulder-length hair. Not very rock ‘n’ roll, not very hippy, but very Big Star.  One minor complaint – there are no lyric sheets, making it harder to make sense of what changes there are “The Ballad of El Goodo”, which comes in the original version and one with alternate lyrics, but considering that there are over 80 songs on this set it would have made the package much thicker and expensive (and I’m not really one to pore over lyric sheets anyway; actually, if you really need them they are readily available online).

The opening song of the set is “Psychedelic Stuff”, a mish-mash of Beatles-esque motifs (including back-tracked stuff) with some vocals, showing off Chris Bell’s studio craftsmanship, as well as the superb capabilities of Ardent Records. “All I See Is You” by Bell’s IceWater, could be a Beatles song, especially “Dig A Pony” with its “All I want is you” lyric (he repeats this theme endlessly, by the way). Chilton’s “Every Day As We Grow Closer” sounds more like a Big Star song, with the addition of some cheezy keyboards. Ditto for “Try Again” by Bell’s Rock City, with its country guitar sounds; Big Star did the song on their first album and in their live set, making this is the only proto-Big Star song to appear on a Big Star album. The early Chris Bell version is a bit different, but not overly so.

In addition to the proto-Big Star songs, disc one has all of the original songs of the first release, the optimistically-titled “#1 Record” (although in some cases the original song is left off in deference to the “alternate mix”). The album is one of the best debuts ever, full of fantastic songwriting, great guitar work and wonderful vocal harmonies – some critics call it “power pop” – with frantic rockers like “Feel”, wailing, Petty-esque thumpers like “In The Street”, trippy, experimental songs like the wonderful “The India Song” (one of only two that bassist Andy Hummel composed; the other is the similarly-themed, but inferior, “Way Out West”), as well as gorgeous, aching songs like “Thirteen” (which has been covered by artists such as Elliott Smith, Evan Dando, Garbage, Mary Lou Lord, Wilco and others) or “Watch The Sunrise.” It also has several demos for songs that would appear on the second album, “Radio City.”  But there are also several other previously-unissued nuggets. Chris Bell’s Beatles-esque “The Preacher” is briefly excerpted here, as are two other songs that were intended for the first album, namely “Gone With The Light” and “Motel Blues”, a Loudon Wainright III cover (there is also a demo for this song). The former, played solo by Alex Chilton, is an acoustic ballad, sad, folksy somewhat Celtic-sounding acoustic ballad with a multi-tracked harmony voices that very much sounds like an extension of “Try Again”, while the latter starts off with some engineer PA voice and gets into a sad story about being a rock ‘n’ roll star on the road. The disc also has “I Got Kinda Lost,” a Chris Bell demo that didn’t appear on any Big Star studio album, but makes a re-appearance here when it is performed live on disc four. It’s a punchy, simple spooky song with very repetitive verses. Disc one has the most varied songwriting credits (as with the live tracks of disc four, of course, which on its 20 tracks sources 10 from the first album, which only had 12 songs to begin with), while two and three are largely represented by Alex Chilton; it has only one cover tune. Four of the album’s songs are drumless, as is the unused song “Gone With The Light.”  With the alternate versions, it’s hard to tell the difference, but “In The Street” definitely has a different pre-intro, and “The India Song” is a bit faster (it is therefore also 14 seconds shorter). One of the oddities of disc one is “Country Morn”, which is an alternate version of “Watch The Sunrise”, with Chris Bell’s lyrics and vocals. The first disc also has a demo for “Back Of A Car”, which was a track on “Radio City,” the second release which is the focus of the second CD.

Disc two starts off with three demos, the 12 songs of the band’s second studio album, “Radio City”, as well as alternative mixes, alternate versions, a rehearsal version, Chris Bell’s “I Am The Cosmos” single with its b-side “You And Your Sister”, and is rounded out by six more demos for one song that appears on “Radio City” as well as five songs that appear on “3rd”, including one for The Velvet Underground’s “Femme Fatale.” “There Is A Life” is the only previously-unheard song on this disc, it is by Chris Bell but sung by Alex Chilton in this demo form and it sounds very much like a Gram Parsons song. Since Bell left the band after the first release (where he had made songwriting contributions to every song except “The India Song”), this is only one of three ex-”#1 Record” Bell contributions to the box (if you include “Country Morn”, which is a bizarre alternate version of “Watch The Sunrise”). But despite Chris Bell’s absence, “Radio City” is a fantastic follow-up, with great rockers like “O My Soul” and “Mod Lang,” mid-level moody pieces like “Back Of A Car” and “Daisy Glaze”, as well as the band’s most famous song “September Gurls.”  It also has my favourite Big Star song, the achingly beautiful “What’s Going Ahn.” Sure, there are a few shambling, experimental clunkers like “You Get What You Deserve”, “She’s A Mover” and “Life Is White”; The alternate version of “Mod Lang” has a pretty funky intro with studio chat, it’s a nutty rocker already and this makes it even nuttier. The alternate version for “O My Soul”, however, is a much longer number, and has a very different – longer and less sophisticated – intro (1:29, compared with 0:47 for the album version). Chris Bell’s “I Am The Cosmos” is a short song, starting out with the broad chords you’d expect from a Big Star song, but the whiny vocals are extra-squeezed and multi-tracked, the “yeah, yeah, yeah”s extra-languid. Great George Harrison solo right in the middle of it. Despite the whininess – not to mention the grandiose title – it is still some how tight and appealing. The b-side “You And Your Sister” is a simple, plaintive ditty with guitar, voice and bass, that appeals to the listener “All I want to do is to spend some time with you/So I can hold you, hold you” (to match the a-side’s pleading “I’d really like to see you again”), that later also develops its touches of orchestration and studio freakout. And that, besides a handful of Big Star songs, was Chris Bell.

Disc three, which contains the band’s third release, entitled “3rd”, has the 19 songs that were on “3rd” (15 originals and four covers – The Velvet Underground, Jerry Lee Lewis, The Kinks, and eden ahmez), three unused songs, as well as five demos. Again, the beautiful and tenderly voiced Alex Chilton demos are usually more interesting than the songs, in particular “Thank You Friends”, which includes jazzy background singers on the studio version that clutter up the production. “Take Care”, which is practically a lullaby, opens with violins that smother Alex Chilton and his beautiful melodies. “Nighttime”, the studio track, starts off very much like the acoustic demo, but adds in tambourine, slide guitar, and eventually those inescapable strings. The better album cuts are the ones that have the least orchestration; these include the rockin’ “Kizza Me”, the sorrowful “Big Black Car”, and the four covers. Disc three has the most cover versions of any of the studio discs: Big Star’s take on “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On” (rockin!), The Kinks’ “‘Till The End Of The Day” (also rockin!!), The Velvet Underground’s “Femme Fatale” (Alex Chilton does a good job stepping into the Nico role here, its a lovely version), and a very nice “Nature Boy”. Among the unused songs, “Manana” is a mere snippet that sounds like it was meant to be played at a turn-of-the-20th-century puppet show (I can understand why it was unused – it doesn’t sound one bit like Big Star, and is quite annoying to boot), while “Lovely Day” is just that – lovely. “Woke up in the middle of the day/Sun streaming in/No one there to take my time away.” The demo is great, the “finished” version is still okay although the guitar and the voice are further back in the mix, and there is harmonizing and drums – and then the  string section comes in, sawing away. Yuck. Many of the other songs on “3rd” tend to be shamboling, experimental, and acoustic ballads that are textured with strings. But it also has some of the best tracks, in particular demos for “Blue Moon” and “What’s Going Ahn.”
The final disc contains the 20 tracks of Big Star’s January 1973 Lafayette’s Music Room live concert opening up for Archie Dell and the Drells in the band’s hometown of Memphis, Tennessee. On the set list are 10 of the songs from “#1 Record”, which had just been released (left off are the rockin’ opening number “Feel” and the ballad “Give Me Another Chance”), four from the not-yet-released “Radio City”, four covers (Gram Parsons’ “Hot Burrito #2″, T. Rex’s “Baby Strange”, Todd Rundgren’s “Slut” and the Kinks’ “Come On Now”), as well as two songs that have never appeared on a studo album, “I Got Kinda Lost” and “There Was A Light.” The songs are tight and rockin’, if a bit shamboling, especially the Gram Parson’s track. Near the end of the set, the band plays a version of “ST 100/6″ that is nearly four minutes long – the album and  alternate mix are about one minute long – playing stripped-down guitar parts marching languidly through the four lines of the song’s only verse and adding a vocal bridge (or a second verse, depending how you look at it), before starting an impromptu guitar jam, and another two verses of four lines (in true pop song tradition, the fourth is, of course, a repeat of the first), and some sort of a crazy Motown drum shakeout and then another solo. So this is what the whole song was supposed to sound like! “Thank you, Archie Dell and the Drells are next. Good night” are the last sounds you hear on the project.  Finis.

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Spitz: “Spitz” – Although I didn’t really expect Spitz’s early albums to be any good, since some of the production values of the older songs I heard was pretty dated, I did want to get all of them for continuity. I was very pleasantly surprised to find very many very good songs on the first release. “ニノウデの世界”, the first song of their major label career, is a rocker as good as any you’d hear on any of their later albums. The fully-formed Spitz sound is instantly recognizable: crunchy riffs, smooth and clear vocals, with great choruses. “海とピンク” is a bit on the dull side, but drives on and on nonetheless and is fine music. “ビー玉” seems to be a bit of an Everly Brothers throwback, real early ’60s sound and a pleasant song with fine vocals. “五千光年の夢” is a punchy, boppy guitar pop song with a simple opening riff and a long “la la la la la la la la” vocal bit that is a bit silly, but not unpleasant. “月に帰る” is not very interesting at the start, but it becomes a very nice vocal tune, before building up into something extraordinary. “テレビ” starts off with a hillbilly vibe that becomes a bit punkish, before changing on cue into a standard well-written, well-produced Spitz song. “タンポポ” starts out with moods sound effects, then majestic power chords, before the voice comes in, probably one of the mellowest song on the album (but not exactly a ballad either). “死神の岬へ” is another lovely mid-tempo rocker, as is “トンビ飛べなかった” (aren’t they all?). “夏の魔物” is a great rocker, followed by the plaintive “うめぼし”, a sweet vocal/acoustic guitar/cello ballad (there always has to be one, it seems). The closing song is the famous “ヒバリのこころ”, a jaunty, galloping number, which had been the title of the indie CD they had released in 1990 just before signing to Polydor and releasing “Spitz” in 1991. Not a stinker among the lot, this could have been an ABBA album. Interestingly, none of the songs on “Spitz” seem to appear on any of the band’s very early indie releases (which includes four cassettes, with 2-7 songs on them, and a 6-song CD) except for the last track, although songs from the early days like “Tori ni natte”, “Oppai” and others did show up on the 1999 “花鳥風月” compilation.

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Spitz: “Namae wo Tsukete Yaru” – Opening track “ウサギのバイク” starts out with mellow la-la-la-la’s and doo-doo-doo-doo’s, a long instrumental intro, and then half way through the short three-minute song the lyrics begin. Perfect guitar pop. “日曜日” is a charming rocker, while title track “名前をつけてやる” is a bit more experimental with odd sounds, that is ultimately true to guitar pop roots with a rousing chorus. “鈴虫を飼う” is one of the better songs on the album, starting out with a slight balalaika jangly sound, it’s got a gorgeous slightly-slower-than-you-expect feel to it throughout and a phenomenal, gorgeous chorus. One of the band’s first real standout tracks. “ミーコとギター” is a pretty standard rocker, nothing exciting, while “プール” is a pretty standard mellow tune, nothing exciting here either. “胸に咲いた黄色い花” is a punchy rocker with some pretty dodgy production standards – its tune is pretty enough, though. “待ちあわせ” rocks as well, but is a bit monotonistic. “あわ” is an unusual tune for Spitz, it is sort of a jaunty boogie tune with a long intro, it’s a lot of fun and has very nice vocals. “恋のうた” is even more interesting – it has a quick vocal start, and then gets into some sort of a Carribean/carnival sounding song. The CD is capped by “魔女旅に出る”, a well-known and catchy pop song that is not all that remarkable.

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Spitz”Hoshi no Kakera” - Spitz’s sophomore release starts with the title track “魔女旅に出る”, jumping right into a grinding heavy metal intro that kind of makes you scratch your head and say “this is Spitz? Yuck!” But the listener quickly realises that the song is gorgeous and catchy with a really killer chorus. “ハニーハニー” starts off with a lot of noise, but then goes into a sort of rocky quiet/loud tune that sounds rather old. “僕の天使マリ” is a jaunty rocker with a shuffle beat that kind of zips along, but is not all that memorable. “オーバードライブ” is a tight ’70s-style rocker with a lot of guitar flourishes. “アパート” nearly sounds like a Cure song, the way it starts off, but it quickly becomes a standard very well-written Spitz song that puts a great emphasis on arpeggios and guitar work. And now – considering that this CD so far has been the weakest of the first three releases – comes another one of their standout tracks, “シュラフ”, a haunting pop tune that has some wicket flutework at the beginning, and a really magical flute solo (yes, I’m surprised too). “白い炎” is an uninteresting rocker, while “波のり” downright boring. “日なたの窓に憧れて” is a so-so pop/rock song that is heavy on the keyboards. “ローランダー、空へ” is gloomy and grungy, not very interesting; the production adds a lot of echo to the vocals, making it sound more dated than most of the early Spitz songs. The guitar solo is pure cheese, helping it to win the award for the weakest song on the album. The CD closes with “リコシェ号”, a short, interesting rocker with some bizarre electronic sounds in it.  Funny – the kid shooting a bow and arrow on the cover looks just a little bit like my son Zen.

Book Review:

WWZ

World War Z, by Max Brooks – I had heard about this book and was intrigued; I’m not really very into zombies, but this book somehow sounded like a lot of fun, the way it is described in reviews as somewhat of a “rewriting future history” that you’d get in a political thriller about World War III, conspiracies to start a nuclear war, etc etc etc, except with 30% more zombies. But it wasn’t at first – the first 100 pages, with a series of episodes that are mostly 3-10 pages long (although some are longer – one of the best is 22 pages long), tells dozens of stories of encroaching horror, and then the eventual human massacre at the hands of howling zombies.

The whole book is a series of “oral accounts”, as if they were TV documentary interviews with survivors of the Zombie War, that discuss their experiences. The interviews cover top politicians and businessmen, army brass, military grunts, survivalists, average people, and in once case a recovered feral child (i.e. an orphan who regressed into primitive savagery in order to survive). The chapters recount the rise of the zombies, how they nearly overwhelmed humanity, and how the nations fought their way back from near-extinction. The way the novel is organised like an academic text tells it all: Introduction – Warnings – Blame – The Great Panic – Turning the Tide – Home Front USA – Around the World, and Above – Total War – Good-byes. The story roams from early detections in China, human transporters smuggling infected people into other countries, barricades in Greece and the Ukraine, early cases in Brazil, escaping zombie swarms in South Africa, Israeli academics’ early recognition of the scourge and the resulting solution, the CIA reaction, short-term solutions, Anatarctic holdouts for troubled billionaires, middle-American fortifications, the scene of massive tragedies in India, background to a limited nuclear exchange, the mutiny of a nuclear sub, the sacrifice of space station occupants working to keep satellite technology together, adventures in the Russian army and the way of the new Holy Russian Empire, mercenaries paid by billionaires for protection, the US Army’s first disaster in Yonkers and the German armed forces’ rout in Hamburg, South Africa and a strategic solution, the disastrous northern trail (when zombies freeze, the cold becomes a protection of sorts), a military resurgence in the US, how Hollywood filmmakers were put to work, mid-crisis politics, urban zombie cleansing, surviving “behind the lines”, European castles and sieges, the setting up of global information networks and ultimate geopolitics, Korea’s zombie DMZ, a Japanese otaku zombie killer, a Japanese Zatoichi zombie killer, psychological warfare, using dogs against zombies, the first successful campaigns and zombie massacres, and cleansing remaining zombie hordes in the oceans and seas (where they don’t fester) and in the Paris catacombs. There are many very good episodes, with the best being the ones from Japan, the nuclear sub story, as well as the ones describing political phenomena, economic shifts, and general psychology of fighting a totally new kind of war.

Thinking about the book like an academic text is useful, since Brooks goes into the processes of understanding the threat, the inevitable instance of profiteering from the fear caused by the zombie scourge when it was still little-understood, the psychology of those involved in bringing humanity back from the brink – where it teetered before the sudden, exponentially monstrous zombie assault – and finally triumphing by rescuing it from extinction. It’s no secret that the humans, whose chances were not even 50:50 at one point in the book, did mop up the zombies (also called Zs, Zack and Zed-heads, or Gs – as in ghouls) in the end. The book couldn’t have been written if the zombies had triumphed, as there would have been no one left to write it; but write it Brooks did. while there is yet no hint of a Second World War Z, there are already spin-offs aplenty in the form of The Zombie Survival Guide, The Zombie Survival Guide – Recorded Attacks, and surely many more to come. And a film, of course, since so very many scenes of the book are perfectly suited to the cinema; personally, I can’t wait to watch the US Army slaughtering zombies to the tune of Iron Maiden’s “The Trooper” like it’s described on page 278 of my copy of the book. Rock ‘n’ roll!