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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

Eric McCormack

“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

The Lightning Thief

“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.

Japan trip 2010

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

Every summer Zen and Naoko go to Japan for four weeks when Zen has a month off from his Singapore school. This year they went at the beginning of June, and then on June 17th I flew off too to join them. And not a moment too soon – I was just so busy with so many different things before I left, it was crazy. The last day here I spent the day working from home, but I was really busy from morning until night, editing chapters from my book, helping out with office stuff, and cleaning the place. Very very busy. But it’s all good work and worth it.

I took a taxi to the airport on the evening of Wednesday June 16th around 11:30 PM, just before I left I took a shower, then prepared the suitcases, closed the windows, and called for a taxi. When the taxi arrived I put the suitcases in, but then ran back upstairs to check that I had locked properly. I had. Then 10 minutes later, when we were on the highway I began to wonder if I’d turned off the shower’s hot water heater!!! I half-remembered turning it off, I remembered looking around the dark room and not seeing it the heater light burning, but… I still wasn’t sure. I put the thought out of my mind, went to the airport, checked into the flight, had a beer, got on and flew to Osaka, landed on Thursday, July 17th at 8:20. Nothing interesting to report about the trip, except for the long-haired guy I saw in Kansai airport who was dressed in black and had a big backpack. The guy was tattooed all over his arms and neck, with the tats coming partially onto his cheeks. Pretty freaky.

After killing time in the airport for a while, I got on the 9:35 bus to Himeji with some Italians and some local sourpusses, listened to the same Nagisa Nite song over and over again as I read The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest. Arrived at 11:30, met Naoko, got a ride with Jii-chan, got back, ate, drank beer, went to pray at the home shrine for baachan, and napped. Zen came back with Nanaka and I talked to them, then I napped some more, ate dinner. I remember at one point sitting at the small square table and thinking that I was very very very very happy. But I was tired, so I went upstairs and napped again – I would have gone to sleep for the night, actually but around 8:30 Masayuki and the family came and wanted to see me. I finally, really slept at 10:00.

Friday June 18th we went off at 10:00 shopping for sunglasses. At the first one we saw a cool set of Ray Bans at a ripoff price, the second and the third had nothing inspiring, but at the fourth we found very nice Ray Bans for a decent price. Worth the wait. Went to Tower Records, bought the Boris “Variations” CD and DVD, then got a cross necklace and a Detroit Metal City (DMC) wristband, a black Uniqlo t-shirt, bought tai-yaki, and went home. Oh yeah, we had Hope-ken ramen for lunch – delicious!

After a short break, went back out and bought Adidas short sports socks at Avail, then blank video camera cassettes at Japan. Dinner of Tonkatsu. Watching TV, Zen was scared because he saw a fake alien mummy on TV, asked me as he went to sleep to tll him “Jesus stories” to make him calm down and relax so that he could go to sleep. But he wasn’t scared and went to sleep quickly. Had strange dreams about being in the office in the middle of the night with Naoko, then there was water leaking from the next unit, then workers came, then TAB staff. Then I dreamed I was hailing a cab.

Saturday June 19th, woke up, had breakfast, went to Himeji Port, bought tickets to Ie-shima, talked to a fishing uncle about the fish he catches, went to Ie-shima, checked in to our lodge, ate onigiri, played catch, napped, Zen and I went for a paddle in a canoe, saw a big black snake baking in the sun. In the water, saw bluish-white jellyfish and red and white striped poison jellyfish, also beautiful herons. We paddled all over the bay, sometimes getting into difficulties when the wind pushed us in the wrong direction (i.e. out to sea), and I had quite a battle at some times. Wished we’d taken the sailboats… Got back, napped, Zen did homework, I read; we had a great balcony with a beautiful view of the shrubs. Went out to build the barbecue. Had major trouble getting the coals going, as I thought we would, but people who were finishing up gave us their coals and pretty soon we had a great batch of barbecued food. Went to the bath at 8:55, Zen went to sleep, then Naoko and I had a restful and wonderful sleep ourselves.

Sunday June 20th we woke up, chilled out, went for a hike to a nearby camping centre. Saw lots of crabs scurrying around, there was a smiley crab as well (see picture below). Heard a crow cawing “ah… ah…”,we said “ho… ho…”. Together it sounded like “A-ho. A-ho, Zen no A-ho…” Got back, ate our instant noodles, napped on the bench, then went for another canoe ride – this time all three of us in the boat. The wind was coming from the other direction, and it was much lighter, a more beautiful ride for sure. Forty minutes into our one-hour ride we heard distant thunder and felt a few drops, and very soon the dude from the office came out in a motor boat to tell us we had to go back because of the coming storm. Sheesh. The drops intensified a bit. We cleaned up our equipment and collected our bags to go at the office. Zen read more of the unchi book, which is about the different types of animal feces. We headed off for the ferry terminal, wearing our rain capes because the precipitation had intensified into a strong mistu. Seven minutes into our journey the rain stopped completely. Funny how Naoko had been worrying for a week that the weekend trip would be washed out, and how her father had been chiding her for booking any sort of an outdoor trip at all during the rainy season; it was, in fact, a beautiful, restful, gorgeous trip. Got to the ferry station – more of a bus stop than a terminal – and saw all the families that we had gotten to know at the nature centre. Took the boat back to Himeji, sat in the open-air back part and watched the islands slip past or zoom by. Got to Himeji, rode back with Jii-chan, chilled out, ate dinner, read more of my book, then went to sleep.

Monday June 21st, Zen went off to school at 7:15, I read my book, then at 10:20 Naoko and I went to River City to buy clothes – boxer shorts, sleeping pants, undershirts – and then I went to rent videos. Stangely, I couldn’t find any that I wanted to watch, so I left without renting anything. Went to an Internet cafe to check five days worth of emails, then headed back by 4:00. Showered, listened to Jesu while writing my journal and drinking beer. Felt extraordinarily good. Been watching the World Cup… can’t believe that irritating bee sound that drowns out all other sounds from the pitch. Went by bicydcle to Nagahama Ramen for gyoza and ramen- yummy. Went to Godai Pharmacy for some medicine stuff – open toe and ear wound cream, and underarm deodorant. Talked to Oma and Opa, talked to Matt as well. Started reading Murakami Haruki’s Underground, drank sochu. Slept.

Tuesday June 22nd. Woke up at 4:20, read for a while – it was already getting light outside; seems strange that the sun rises so early, but it is the evening after Midsummer’s Day and one of the shortest night of the year after all… Went back to sleep for a while, got up for real at 6:45, learned that North Korea had lost to Portugal 7-0. Gosh, what a shame. Hung out, read Underground, watched Boris “Variations” DVD, went to Book Off to look for used CDs, didn’t find anything, went to the video shop, rented “Slumdog Millionaire”, “Milk”, “The Departed”, “Gangs of New York”, and “Balls of Fury”. “Tropic Thunder” is rented out, and they don’t have “Shaun of the Dead”. Bummer. Watched “Balls of Fury”, then Zen came home. Zen did homework, we ate dinner, went out to throw the ball, but not for long – I threw a good ball right at Zen, but he didn’t catch it properly and he missed it, it hit his nose, he cried, some blood flowed, dripped onto his shirt, so went back, cleaned up, chilled out until 9:00, and Naoko and I watched “Milk”.

Zeitgeist section: The asa no drama is “Gegege no nyoubou, about the life of Mizuki Shigeru; the taiga drama on Sundays is about Sakamoto Ryoma. The big news item is sumo gambling, and prime minister Kan’s appearance at the G7 and G20 meetings in… Muskoka!

Wednesday June 23rd; woke up, hung out, watched one hour of “Gangs of New York”, Naoko and her parents went to buy stuff, I went to the internet cafe and Tower Records. Today Spitz released a single but I didn’t buy it, bought Heaven & Hell’s “The Devil You Know”, went back for lunch, read, napped, watched one more hour of “Gangs of New York”, Zen came back, I went to pick up my sunglasses and bought two more t-shirts at uniqlo, Nanaka came over and played catch with Zen after dinner. Went to Book Off to meet Yuki and Kazuo of Love Love, we went to the Yukata Matsuri. At the last minute, Zen was also invited along to the same festival with Masayuki’s family, so we were both in the same festival at the same time (although I never saw them, and they never saw me). Parked, walked aross the railway, wandered along the main street, came across the former guitarist of Droop (Yayoi-chan), bought smoked cheese, bought manjyu, saw a jamon display, went to a cafe where we drank Yebisu, chilled out, listened to Bubble oldies, then psychedelic tunes, then went home.

Thursday June 24th, walked around the neighbourhood testing out my new sunglasses, read Underground, finished it (finally!!), hung out all morning, lots of election news, watched “Gangs of NEw York for the second, third and fourth time, ate lunch, started to watch “The Departed”, Zen came home, went for a cycle, saw the old Jusco, went to throw softball with Zen, ate dinner, went to Mushroom to watch the Love Love rehearsal for their June 29th live show at Osaka Bears – that is the day that I fly off and can’t make the show, but being invited to attend the rehearsal at the Mushroom (my first live house in Japan) is an outstandingly intimate consolation prize, especially since I’ve never really been to a studio with a Japanese band before (I only know what it’s like for my own band). Chilled out with them, introduced them to Black Sabbath, Om, and other good stuff, they showed me Droop videos. Came back, finished watching “The Departed”. Baa-chan will wake up at 3:0 AM to watch Japan play Denmark. Go, Japan!!

Friday, June 25th. Woke up, found out that Japan beat Denmark 3-1, yay Japan! Ate breakfast from 7:07 to 7:37, then went back upstairs and slept another two hours, got up at 9:30, went to the internet cafe, then tried to buy cheap Osaka train tickets, but the shop we used to use was closed (no surprise – it was always pretty run down). Showered, ate lunch, headed off to Osaka. Did find another place to buy cheap tickets, saved 900 yen!! Read on the train, listened to music, drank Chu-hi, got to Osaka, walked around Umeda trying to figure out where I was, it wasn’t easy because the whole place is a construction site. Went out Shinsaibashi station, found Dogra Magra, went into Uniqlo, then along Shinsaibashi, then to Book Off, bought Spitz’s “Hachimitsu”, then to Tower in Namba, where they didn’t have Okuda Tamio or Nagisa Nite CDs. Went around America Mura – Miki Gakki, Time Bomb Records (bought Acid Eater and Shinebuilder CDs), King Kong Records. Got a deal on two cross necklaces, found Freak Scene, talked to Fusao (the fuzz guitarist from Acid Eater and the wife of lead singer Masonna/Yamazaki Maso), bought an Acid Eater t-shirt from her and got a signature for the CD. Went back to Time Bomb records, got a signature from the drummer of Acid Eater as well. Great. Then off to meet Mr Matt Kaufman at Dogra Magra, chilled out, listened to ZZ Top, Boston, and some other stuff, Josh came, another guy came hung out with Master Damone, then went upstairs to watch Dennis Hopper rant and rave about his production of The Last Movie, didn’t watch all of it, plucked on a guitar, comfortably numb, then went to the 200 yen bar, met Jamie and his mad buddies deep into Saturday morning, got to hear some Black Sabbath, David Bowie, then off to the Pink Elephant, where the master was being a rude bastard, then off to the place next to the Pink Elephant, where we chilled out, sang “the Hoochie Koochie Man”, finally falling asleep in another place. Long night! Woke up on the sofa, ate some Yoshinoya gyudon, then took the subway back to Umeda, the train back to Himeji. Read two words of an article in a magazine about Pink Floyd, then fell asleep. Got to Himeji, it was pouring rain. Walked back under an umbrella but still got soaked, slept until 4:30, got up, family came over, and from 5:30 we were eating and drinking at our “barbecue”, now changed to an indoor event because of the lousy weather. Went to sleep at 9:30 or so, slept until morning.

Sunday June 27th, we were supposed to meet Matt and his family at Shiwase no Mura in Kobe, but weren’t sure if the weather would hold out. The weather was so-so, but Matt phoned and called if off anyway for family reasons – too bad, maybe next year. Hung out, went for a bike ride around Himeji castle (two laps), then rented the new “Star Trek”. Watched it in the evening, had a few laughs about some of the scenes.

Monday June 28th, last day in Japan, we packed, I took Zen to the zoo, we saw lions and tigers and bears, watched an ostrich pee and poo, stinky aardvark. Zen rode on the circle chain thing then we went back, had lunch, and off to River City to buy Zen’s shoes, then home, packing, dinner. Had a last sleep, but not before I finished re-reading Eric McCormack’s First Blast of the Trumpet Against the Monstrous Regiment of Women, a book I re-read every year when I have nothing to do in Himeji it seems.

Tuesday June 29th we woke up at 4:50 so that we could be ready by 5:50 to leave for the bust terminal to catch the bus to the airport. Got on the bus, napped and read, got there early, used the toilets, creepy old lady hanging out nearb, got in early, Zen did his homework, but not well enough – Naoko was grouchy. Got in the plane, aisle 33, window seat was the only window seat without a window! Disappointed!!!! Zen played video games a lot, he was happy, although he hated his meal – not enough vegetables! I watched “V for Vendetta” and “The Ghost Writer”, both UK political thrillers. Zen watched part of “How To Tame Your Dragon.” Got to Singapore, took silent taxi home, got in and saw that I really had remembered to turn off the electric heater at the beginning of my journey and wouldn’t need to face an expensive electricity bill/fire/whatever else might have happened to someone who accidentally left a hot water heater on for two weeks. Tidied up, had pizza for dinner, got ready to re-enter the Singapore life.

Wednesday I woke up early, took Zen to school, came back, installed the bicycle basket while Naoko slept, had breakfast, hung out all day.

Here’s Daichi attacking the drums with Deep Purple’s “Burn”.  Since it’s an electronic set, he listens to the noise with headphones, which I quickly put to the camera mic to translate what’s going on.  But he’s quite good, and so sincere!

Here are some great pictures from my Japan trip, followed by media reviews from the trip.

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Zen and Haruka

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Rose of Himeji

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Running Zen

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Glancing Zen

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The head of the PTA

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the land of the rising sun at the rising sun

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Checking out the grapes

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The grapes.

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Love those grapes

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Ramen girl

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Ramen ramen

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Goin' to Ie-jima

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Ie-jima

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Smiley-crab

Beauty

Beauty

Zen's favourite book - Unchi!

Zen's favourite book - Unchi!

The best barbecue ever!

The best barbecue ever!

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Beauty

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The spooky "insect forest"

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Canoe morning

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Ships at sea

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Zen and the seven-legged octopus "go this way..."

Misty mountain hop

Misty mountain hop

Only one of the 100,000 jellyfish we saw...

Only one of the 100,000 jellyfish we saw...

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Feel

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Here comes Ba-chan!

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Kazuo gets lucky!

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Kazuo + Kazuyuki + Yuki = Love Love

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Yuki chills...

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Kazuyuki and Kazuo

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Kazuyuki, Kazuo and Yuki at the Mushroom!

With Acid Eater fuzz guitarist Fusao

Peter and Acid Eater fuzz guitarist Fusao

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Peter and Acid Eater drummer Akiba

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Dinner at the Fujinos

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Intense Zen

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Still standing

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Himeji Castle under reconstruction

Himeji castle construction

Himeji castle construction

Daichi on Drums

Daichi on Drums

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Zen's least favourite airline meal

While in Japan, I read a few books and saw several movies.  I also bought “a few” CDs.

Book reviews:

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Murakami Haruki - Underground

Underground, by Murakami Haruki – A book about the 1995 sarin gas incident in Tokyo, Japan, when five subway lines were simultaneously vandalised with liquid sarin, which evaporated, killing 12, seriously injuring 54, and affecting 980. It was a horrible incident, and the nadir in Japanese society of a misfit group of misanthropes who we now know had already committed several crimes. I remember thinking at the time “who would want to kill hardworking people on their way to work – aren’t they already suffering enough?” Now having read this book, which is a collection of interviews with some of the survivors, I can see the real tragedy of this, with one of the victims now a near-vegetable, who is described as a devoted and incredibly hard-working individual. Nowadays when she says simple near-words, her family sobs and cheers, even though these were all things that she had been able to do effortlessly – like all of us, before this happened to her. I still have no idea what these people thought that they could accomplish with their evil deeds. It just doesn’t make any sense.

The book is an English translation of a series of articles that Murakami published in Japanese magazines and newspapers, and then published in book form in different editions. The first part covers seven sections, each of which covers a separate incident, be it on a certain train line or at a certain station. The first five sections start off with a description of the perpetrators, mostly describing how they had come from prestigious universities and middle-class backgrounds; but only the first five sections have these descriptions, the last two do not, I’m not sure why. Each of the seven sections has case studies of the victims telling, in their own words, what happened that morning. The case studies vary from three pages long to ten pages long, mere snapshots of interviews that Murakami says sometimes stretched for three hours (I’d guess that a three hour interview would be about 80 pages long according to the size of the pages of this book, maybe more). After a while you get a sense of familiarity with the horror – the people describe the start of their day and its routines, why they are heading into town on a Monday before a national holiday when most people weren’t working, when they noticed something was wrong on the train, the reactions that they noticed in the people around them, how they realised that they were not all right, how they escaped the subway station, the behaviour of the subway and station staff, the organisation of the rescue efforts, how they received medical attention, their post-incident recovery, and their feelings towards the perpetrators. The book includes one interview with a foreigner, one interview with a subway staff member, one interview with the family of a woman who went into a coma and has barely recovered, as well as interviews with the widow and the parents of a man who died that day.

The interviews and the accounts of the victims of that day are very well done, and the five scenarios describing the actions of the perpretrators. Unfortunately, Murakami caps the first part with an essay of mumbo jumbo called “Blind nightmare: where are we Japanese going?” For example, one of his passages is like this:

I am a novelist, and as we all know a novelist is someone who works with ‘narratives’, who spins ’stories’ professionally. Which meant to me that the task at hand was like a gigantic sword dangling above my head. It’s something I’m going to have to deal with much more seriously from here on. I know I’m going to have to construct a ‘cosmic communication device of my own. I’ll probably have to piece together every last scrap of junk, every weakness, every deficiency inside me to do it. (There, I’ve gone and said it – but the real surprise is that it’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do as a writer all along!)

The second part is also very interesting, as it follows the same structure as the first case study section, but in this case he’s interviewing the Aum Shinrikyo survivors. None of them were among the members found guilty of any crimes, they were just people who were for one reason or another drawn into the cult. These case studies are also interesting, but here Murakami tries to draw the interviewees into philosophical discussions, often editorializing and sensationalising somewhat, often alluding to incidents in the Aum world that happened outside of the subway attacks, some of which are not properly contextualised. The stories are often rather pitiful and these people seem like victims of a sort as well, first of Aum itself, and then of the society that judges them for having once been members of the cult. Whether they were brainwashed into conducting criminal activities or whether they were people who legitimately felt that yoga could improve their sense of self-worth, they are likely to live out sad lives.

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The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets

The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets’ Nest, by Stieg Larsson – This is the third book in the Millenium series by Stieg Larsson. I had a hard time finding it in Singapore at a good price, but I finally did the day before I went to Japan, so I happily bought a copy – yay. I read it on the flight and was very happy. The story picks up at the end of the cliffhanger second book. While the first book is about Lisbeth Salander slowly becoming a character to take on Mickael Blomkvist, and the second one is about drawing Lisbeth Salander out of hiding, the third one is about knowing just what will become of her life – she’s been shot in the head, but is saved and is in hospital. The story is now about unfurling the secrets of her past – with no help from her – and finding out which sort of extra-judiciary surveillance department has been working to keep her down. She, of course, has her own agenda and her own ideas about how justice is supposed to be meted out. The third book is better than the second book in some ways, and once again Mickael Blomkvist labours intensively (and senselessly, in the way that he has nearly no support from Salander herself) to right the wrongs acted upon Salander, this time enlisting not just the staff of the Millennium, but also several police units. Of course, quite a while before the actual end of the book, our heroes manage to figure out how to utterly annihilate their opposition, both in court and on the streets, and we’re all heading to a happy end. Somehow the book ties up too neatly, and the various superfluous passages require some explaining (presumably Larsson was writing about people he knew in real life), such as the one about the gay investment banker in Gibraltar, and the one about the theft of Erika Berger’s stash of very very very personal items. There is also something about how the chairman of the biggest newspaper in Sweden has invested in a company in Vietnam that uses child labour (is this mirroring something Larsson knew about but couldn’t prove?). The civilness of the good Swedes (Blomkvist and his process-driven bunch) is refreshing to follow, and these people seem fair, good and just. But ultimately it is good fun seeing the Cold War baggage that their dinosaur enemies are destroyed by their own arrogance and presumptuousness, never suspecting that their era of lawless activity was nearing an end. How they do it is somewhat clever; a masterpiece of detective fiction this ain’t, but it also never pretends to be that at all. I was especially happy with the last three pages of the book which I think were very well-done. Good job, Larsson, rest in piece.

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Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Diary of a Wimpy Kid, by Greg Kinney – Like all of the Wimpy Kid movies, this one is very funny, with interesting comic book artwork. the story follows the life of middle-schooler Greg Heffley through his diary and his simple illustrations. Funny tales of school and classmates (including some very strange ones, bullies, girls, etc). There’s the Cheese Touch, which is like the cooties but it’s acquired when someone touches a piece of cheese that has become part of the schoolyard pavement. Tricks that Greg’s older brother Rodrick plays on him. Funny tales of Rowley (great knock knock jokes), playing video games, and of course the introduction of classic “weird kid” Fregley (”Wanna see my ’secret freckle’?”) who howls “juice! juice!” when he needs to pee. Greg also has a sleepover with Fregley, who’s also his wrestling partner. We need more Fregley. There’s Rodrick’s band Loded Diper, Greg running for class treasurer, Hallowe’en tales, wrestling class, weightlifting, the class play, Safety Patrol, and Greg’s comic competition. Some of the “bad” comics that Greg was competing with were actually pretty good (check out Rowley’s “Zoo-wee Mama”. The book’s not all fun – there’s also a grim tale of giant snowmen that is a bit tough. But at least it ends well, when we find out what happens to the cheese.

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First Blast of the Trumpet Against The Monstrous Regiment of Women

First Blast of the Trumpet against the Monstrous Regiment of Women, by Eric McCormack – I love all of the books that Eric McCormack has written, including this one. Here Eric re-imagines a young Scottish man leaving the Scottish mining towns after family tragedies have made him an orphan, going off to cross the world like Gorden Pym before ending up back in “Camberloo” (a cross of Cambridge and Waterloo, the town in Canada where Eric teaches English Literature) where he enjoys a strange addicted lifestyle of increasing girth and incessant loneliness, never really losing the demons of the past – until they, finally, lose him.

This book follows the usual McCormack tropes of voyage, loneliness, addiction, seafaring, strangers that drift in and out of the story, odd habits (painting prostitutes to look like snake-women), and uncertainties to paint a strongly alluring picture of a habitual paradise.

Check out the recently-created Eric McCormack Wikipedia page.

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The Jungle Book

The Jungle Book, by Rudyard Kipling – I have never seen The Jungle Book movie, I just wanted to understand a bit of what might have captured the imagination of people 100 years ago (and how they might have written stories). The Jungle Book is not a happy story about people bopping around in the jungle, it is about life and death and honour and character and discipline in a pitiless world. Because it is written in a dense style by Rudyard Kipling almost 120 years ago, it is not easy to follow, but it does tell in eight chapters and eight poems interesting tales of the deep jungle. First of all it tells the tale of Mowgli, how he’s rescued from Shere Khan the tiger by Mother Wolf, and championed by Akela, and then it goes into his education, his abduction by the lawless monkey tribes, his confrontation with the Jungle council, his re-emergence into human society, and his final revenge on Shere Khan. The story continues on The Jungle Book 2, but we also have non-Mowgli stories: the amazing tale of Riki-Tiki-Tavi (which I saw once on TV as a non-Mowgli Jungle Book animation), as well as a really wonderful story of a white seal trying to save his seal-mates from perpetual exploitation and hunting from the nearby Russian communities.

Some of the stories are not so great – I didn’t really understand the point of “Toomai of the Elephants” or “Her Majesty’s Servants”, but on the whole it was a great, if somewhat incomprehensible, book.

CD reviews:

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Acid Eater, Black Fuzz on Wheels

Acid Eater, “Black Fuzz on Wheels” – This is a really great release, better than debut piece “Virulent Fuzz Punk A.C.I.D.”. The release opens up with the killer “Yes, Motion”, with a sinister chord progression, then cheezy organ, and Masonna’s grotesque vocals and electronics, and the album continues in the same vein. Six of the ten songs are originals, and of these “Well” is the standout track, with its funky groovy strangeness. The band also covers Crime’s “Feel The Beat”, the Miracle Workers’ “Love Has No Time” (great version), a pastiche of German movie dialogue from “Schulmadchen Report”, probably a kitsch favourite of Masonna and his guitarist wife Fusao, as well as a Tidal Wave cover “Searching For Love.”

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Boris, Variations

Boris, “Variations” (CD/DVD) – A CD compiling the best Boris songs from six of their regular releases (as well as a b-side from one of their singles, i.e. “Floor Shaker” from “Statement”) along with a DVD of their live shows called “Live in Japan”, meaning the Smile tour, as recorded on December 14, 2008 (see also the Live at Wolf Creek CD) as well as three songs from the December 22, 2009 show. If you have the entire Boris discography like me, this may not be crucial in the sense of the CD, although some of the songs have been re-recorded and sound a bit tougher. But the DVD is very much worth having, simply because there are fewer Boris video captures available out there than there are audio captures. The first part shows the whole Smile concert, exactly the same set list that they recorded at Wolf Creek, with Wata playing a black Les Paul, and Takeshi on his headless double bass/guitar set. The band starts off with an intense version of “花 太陽 雨 – Flower Sun Rain” (the PYG cover) that is all drowned out in amazing bright lights and echoes, a long, generous version of the Japanese classic. After three minutes, we get the first guitar solo, all screams and blind fantasy, and then the killer solo at 6:20, when Wata really cuts loose, infront of her Orange speakers, and gets that absolute lead out. Beautiful, she drenches the final minutes of the track in full, long guitar solo feedback virtuosity – the track is slightly shorter than the US CD release version, but it’s even more intense (hard to believe). Stunning! Check out the beautiful (and misleading) interval between “Laser Beam” and “Pink”. The concert goes on and on, all lights and fog and soft loud guitar parts, with Takeshi standing tall and cool throughout playing his headless double-neck bass/guitar, Wata cool and poised in a red dress with knee-high boots, and Atsuo wearing an open white silk shirt and black pants and just going crazy throughout. Second guitarist Kurihara Michio appears to be a bit of an odd man out, standing off to the side of the stage and wailing away on his Gibson SG, often using an E-bow to do so.

The editing of the video seems to jump around quite a bit from various shots and styles, showing the band in a type of granular setting that looks a bit unprofessional, as well as various types of close shots. Initially, the editing is a bit jumpy, changing quickly from one to the other member of the band, as if they were all boy band members. The mood eventually becomes more rock ‘n’ roll, as the band works on freaking out to the treat songs that Takeshi sings. Rock on! Rock on!! Rock on!!!

With “bonus tracks” the band show three songs “Tokyo Wonderland”, “a bao a qu” and “Farewell” without the high production flourishes of the first (although this is sometimes missed – we see several shots of Wata that look a bit spliced-in, i.e. taken out of sequence). Here Takeshi seems to be playing a new double-head guitar, probably a Rickenbacker of some sort, with proper heads. Kurihara Michio is so hard to spot you’d think he wasn’t there, but you do see him from time to time – barely.

Check out the recently-created Boris “Variations” page.

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Shrinebuilder

Shrinebuilder, “Shrinebuilder” – This is the definition of epic. Shrinebuilder is a doom/stoner supergroup, consisting of Scott “Wino” Weinrich (guitarist/living legend from Saint Vitus, Obssessed, etc), Al Cisneros (legendary bassist from Sleep, and now Om), Scott Kelly (vocalist and guitarist of Neurosis), and Dale Crover, the drummer from the Melvins and tons of other projects (he also drummed with Nirvana on their original demo). Stellar.

Opening tune “Solar Benediction” doesn’t start off well, with some weedy Wino vocals, but then gets high and mighty with tough guy verses, then it becomes a bit like a Pelican or Isis song with tons of cool chillout guitar parts that build up into some really great guitar sounds . It sounds a bit Soundgarden at times, but the layers of sludge finally get pretty thick and heavy. “Pyramid of the Moon” is a bit Alice in Chains at first, but the tough guy verses kick in and then it builds and builds with the shimmering wah and the oriental motifs into a slamming, penetrating druidic OM-like zone-out. “Blind For All To See” starts out with a groovy Om-like wandering bass buildup, then gets into the killer guitar riffs. Well, it goes into one groovy solo, then back to the chorus, before busting out into another groovy solo. Guitar noises and feedback EVERYWHERE!! “The Architect” – at 5:57 the shortest song on the release – is punchy and gets to the point quickly and is quite like a Saint Vitus song. It’s a pretty conventional rock song, but it does have a pretty trippy guitar solo. This song also ends off with a minute of Al Cisneros’ weird snaky bass sounds. It’s followed by “Science of Anger”, the CD’s longest track at 9:25, which starts off a lot like “The Architect” as a Saint Vitus song, but then becomes tantric and grooves on cool stoner moods,

Check out Scott Kelly’s blog about recording Shrinebuilder.

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Heaven &Hell

Heaven & Hell, “The Devil You Know” – First song has a great title – “Atom and Evil.” Is it about how nuclear weapons are bad? Can’t be sure, said the spider to the fly. It’s great to hear the band making original music again (Heaven & Hell, by the way, is Black Sabbath as they were with Ronnie James Dio on albums such as “Heaven and Hell”, “The Mob Rules” and “Dehumanizer”, except they’re not allowed to be called like that due to a truce with Ozzy Osbourne over who is allowed to use the name “Black Sabbath”), and you have to wonder if this is what people felt when they got a new Black Sabbath album in the old day (I’m old enough to remember when “Mob Rules” was a new album, with hot new singles, fresh on the radio). Too bad, though, that the release has an album almost as ugly as “Born Again” (also by Black Sabbath, but with Ian Gillan singing).

“Fear” is a raunchy rocker that soars nicely, while “Bible Black” starts off softly, with great Dio vocals grabbing the spotlight, turning quickly into a great rocker (this was also the album’s hit single). The song is long, the solo withering. Amazing to think that he had been in show business for fifty years at that point, but had just more than a year left to live (the album was released April 28, 2009, and Dio died on May 16, 2010, aged 67 years old.

“Double The Pain” is a somewhat corny ole track, while “Rock ‘n’ Roll Angel” is a bit more anthemic. “Turn of the Screw” is noble and gigantic, while also seeming quite poppy. “Eating the Cannibals” is probably the best thing on the album, the band gets real tight and has a lot of fun with great, tight riffs and huge noise. “Follow the Tears” is one of those spooky songs, and is more Ozzy than Black Sabbath, but “Neverwhere” is more Dio-era Black Sabbath, with a real bite of venom, with one of those old Tony Iommi solos (to the extent that you wonder if he bothered to put one on any of the other songs, or if he had a stand-in). Excellent! “Breaking into Heaven” the last song on the last full-length feature album Ronnie James Dio released in his life (until I’m proven wrong) is “”Breaking into Heaven.” Besides being somewhat prophetic, the song is good fun and very slow (finally) and plodding through several riffs and other deas. Great; while it’s not a great closer to a great album, it is nice to hear that the music is still there, and to have a Dio soundtrack for the next ten years. Thank you RJD!

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Spitz, Hachimitsu

Spitz, “Hachimitsu” – Spitz’s sixth release is probably one of their best. Title track opener “ハチミツ” is a gorgeous folk rocker with funny lyrics “great lover, honey / strange lover, honey”. “涙がキラリ☆” is a little on the dull side, but it is a well-written song, ditto for “歩き出せ、クローバー”. “ルナルナ” is jaunty and moves along at a good clip, with nice, jazzy guitar work. “愛のことば” and “トンガリ’95″ are nice-enough songs, even if they are a bit uninteresting. “あじさい通り” is a fun pop song that uses strange keyboard sounds, new wave guitar chords and fluid bass, with a great chorus. “ロビンソン” is by far the band’s most famous song, and after all these years it’s still one of their best, with a very interesting riff, pleasant production values, and a soaring chorus, an anthem that can get an entire room of Japanese off their feet. “Y” is a very very beautiful ballad, that’s all I can say about it. “グラスホッパー” is a pretty regular rocker with a cheezy chorus, while “君と暮らせたら” is a so-so pop song.

Movie reviews:

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Milk

Milk – Great movie with Sean Penn and a bunch of other well-known actors acting as gay ’70s men. Judd Hirsch is in it too, getting away from his Speed Racer thing and a bit closer to his Dogtown thing. Josh Brolin is fantastic as Harvey Milk’s assassin Dan White. It was pretty trippy finding out about the weird world of Anita Bryant and her goofy anti-gay campaigners, but this is what the hate of the 60s and 70s was all about. Great zeitgeist.

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Gangs of New York

Gangs of New York – I watched this film in about five sitting because I kept getting interrupted. It is about Leonardo Dicaprio as the son of Liam Neeson, who confronts Daniel Day Lewis and his gang in a turf war but is slain before his five-year-old eyes. All very Shakespearean, with revenge as the prime motivator throughout. Besides Bill “the Butcher” Cutting and his gang, there are the many other gangs, the criminals, the thieves and stealers, as well as the remnants of the Irish gang Dead Rabbits, with ghouls like Hellcat Maggie and all the rest of the filth and scum that make their living in the wickedest den of scum and villainy. People living sad, fearful lives where even the sex is frightening and traumatic. There are parallels and betrayals and regret and valour, but mostly there is a fearful loss of life, with no honour. What a crazy world. Is it still like this? The most interesting point is when the film ends with the fearsome New York Draft Riots of that year, showing a time when anti-draft sentiment was whipped up and the mobs marched on the house of the mayor, destroying everything, when they looted and raped and lynched, and when they fought against the cannons that the military had to fire on more than just the four dead in Ohio.

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The Departed

The Departed – Another DiCaprio movie directed by Scorsese. This guy has worked with everyone!!! Here he is, working with Mark Wahlberg and Jack Nicholson and Matt Damon to remake the amazing Hong Kong crime drama “Infernal Affairs”, where the mob has a mole in the police and the police has a mole in the mob, played by Dicaprio and Damon. But which is which? Great action and guts, but somehow Dicaprio is sleepwalking through this one, with Damon more convincing as a seedy, sleazy recruit gone bad. The violence builds up and gets labyrinthine, as the two characters close in on each other. Great action, great guesswork, but somehow Dicaprio and Nicholson feel miscast.

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Balls of Fury

Balls of Fury – The trailer was funny, Christopher Walken was in it, why not watch? There’s something funny about a fat ping pong player with outrageous sideburns, which is what Dan Fogler is. There’s something funny about equating ping pong with kung fu, and there’s also something funny about James Hong. Indeed, he’s probably the reason I wanted to watch this film, and I like what he does with those chopsticks he always carries around. He acted circles around Dan Fogler and Maggie Q. But… he’s 81 years old, what can you do? The film is about a young prodigee who loses his father when he loses his first match, then he goes into a long slump and turns up in a Las Vegas ping pong show. He is enlisted by the FBI who want to use him as bait to lure him into a confrontation with Feng, played by Christopher Walken, and bring down his evil empire. Shades of Game of Death. Feng’s island has something for every desire, including sex slaves; unfortunately, they are male sex slaves… ha ha, there’s a couple of jokes there. The film carries on to its ridiculous conclusion. It’s good fun, but not great fun.

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Slumdog Millionaire

Slumdog Millionaire – Somewhat convoluted film that is told in and out of time order roughly at five levels, some levels separated by years, others separated by days, others by hours. The story is about two brothers Jamal and Salim, and their friend Latika, who are played by three teams of actors, roughly aged five, 12 and 21. The film starts when Jamal is thrown into police interrogation, suspected of cheating on a 20,000,000 rupee quiz show. No one can understand how a street kid could get so many questions right, but somehow he does. Through flashback, we understand how he does it. And the police, never having encountered someone so truthful, cannot keep him in the cell any longer. And so he goes back to the TV studios to play the final round.

Of course, the question of luck is a bit like the story of Chance the Gardener in “Being There” – he never did anything other than be himself, and was immensely successful at it – but the story of young people who fought their way out of poverty and bad luck to finally make something of their lives, and to win the support of the population in so doing, is simply a tale that is hard to beat. Some moments of unbelievability – where did these kids learn English, anyway? But it’s a great film.

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Star Trek

Star Trek – By now in the Star Trek world everything’s been re-imagined and time-warped and saved and destroyed just so many times that anything can happen. It’s interesting how the new director manages to keep on having the brash Kirk pretty much unable to outshine the creepy Spock, but who would have ever thought that Vulcans could be sexy!!! Eric Bana as a Romulan general bent on revenge has a good blend of corn, and we enjoy the entrance of each familiar player as they come (although maybe Uhuru is just a bit too sassy?). I like the idea of “red matter”, and the mindless violence was really good fun. Zen and I laughed our heads off at Montgomery Scott’s alien sidekick, especially in his last appearance at the end of the movie (”You – get down from there!!!).

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The Ghost Writer

The Ghost Writer – Yet another Polanski movie about a hapless do-gooder who wants to do right, but ultimately cannot. Dig the ironic ending!

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V for Vendetta

V for Vendetta – Great dystopian thriller about V and Evey on a one-year revenge- and death-trip. V chilling and cool in his Guy Fawkes mask, his heavy throwing knives, his superhuman fighting ability, his ability to pit his enemies against each other, and his conniving to throw the whole rotten country into anarchy and revolution. What an appropriate message for the mass media! Natalie Portman is not very charismatic in the film, despite getting top billing, with Hugo Weaving enchanting merely throughout the power of his voice and his body language (he’s masked throughout). Great movie, really splendid. I have read the graphic novel, and now want to read it again.

Love Love rules!!!

Tuesday, June 29th, 2010

Here are some videos of Love Love in rehearsal in Himeji, June 24th, 2010.

Boris covers

Sunday, May 30th, 2010

Check out the cool covers that Boris does – I’ve got both the originals and the covers here for comparisons.

I like the version of Pyg’s “花 – 太陽 – 雨” from the US release of “Smile”, but I can’t find that on YouTube, so here’s the version from the Japanese release.  Too bad – the solo from the US release is absolutely terrifying!!!

“花 – 太陽 – 雨”


Seasons


The also do a Beatles song…

I am the Walrus


Spacedays cinnamon roll

Saturday, May 15th, 2010

Groovy week – no overtime! Met a CEO (and his CEO designate), went to an event, and tidied up a lot!!

Friday night I went out to see Spacedays again. I invited the funkier office people to come with me, but none of them could be bothered (claiming excuses of “other plans”… right…). So after a dinner and a few beers with Arush (who really had other plans, good of him to come out), I went off to Home Club on Clark Quay to check out the bands. The setup this week was a bit different – two weeks ago it was a lineup of three rock bands, capped by Spacedays; this night it was three totally different bands. Jelly is this tattooed longhair with black glasses who nervously tucked his hair behind his ears while he manipulated a Mac Powerbook to play crazy hiphop, hardcore, and other sorts of electronic programmed music from the stage while his girlfriend took pictures of him. Nothing to watch there, so I listened to the tunes while playing Frog Hop on my iPhone.

Next up was Nicholas Chin (or Nick Chin? I was tempted to tell him the “my dad thought of it while shaving” joke from Top Secret, but it’s really not nice to make jokes about people’s names), who played acoustic folk songs while singing original songs (and one cover, I think it was a song from a local artist I didn’t recognise). His songs were really nice, even if the song titles were downers (”Our Love Has Grown So Cold”), his guitar playing nice, and his voice strong – he could move between a regular register and a falsetto easily, making me think of Elliott Smith (minus the killer guitar playing) or maybe Jeff Buckley. I’d have liked to have chatted with him, but didn’t spot him later on.

Spacedays were up last, and they were a lot tighter than last time I saw them, they put on a great set of cool funky guitar-driven music, with two strong vocalists (Mamat and Andy). Again, Mamat had some great wah action going there, he’s an excellent, effortless guitarist. For one song they brought out their friend, who had the cool duds on and sang confidently… but was rather off-key. I recorded three of their songs from the set, unfortunately the camera ran out of batter just before Mamat got into a solo. Too bad. Next time!

Hung out for a while outside with the band, met a Japanese guy scouting bands for Fuji Rock Fest (hey – Spacedays in Japan!!!). Rushed off to the MRT, got on the last train heading home so I saved myself the cost and aggravation of taking a cab from downtown. Still took one anyway from Clementi MRT station, but that was only $8.

Saturday morning we had a special treat for breakfast – freshly baked cinnamon rolls! They were simply awesome!!!! And if you don’t believe me, here’s a picture! After breakfast, Zen and I went to throw the ball around, then we jumped in the water and swam for a while, then went back home and Naoko and I played guitar while Zen studied. Great day!

Naoko's amazing cinnamon rolls!!

Naoko's amazing cinnamon rolls!!

Naoko's amazing cinnamon rolls!!

Naoko's amazing cinnamon rolls!!

Check out the groovy music of Singapore’s Home Club!

Spacedays 1

Spacedays 2

Spacedays 3

Nick Chin 1

Nick Chin 2

Fun fun fun

Saturday, May 1st, 2010

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, what did I do all these days?  Thursday, I do remember that I came home early, not feeling too well, after I spent the morning at work and the early afternoon at out-of-the-office meetings.  I slept for two hours, then did a bunch of work. Friday was a full day at work, with many meetings, and then staying late doing admin stuff. Frustration over my emails, which don’t blast out and faxes that don’t transmit. Amazing how something that normally takes five seconds to do will all of a sudden take 25 minutes. My colleague Arush and I headed out for some food, then down to Clarke Quay’s Home live house to hear some live music. We just caught the last one minute of one of the bands, then there was an interval, and Kegs came on. Declan is a blonde-headed chap who plays a groovy Manic Street Preachers-inspired set with great guitar intros and fun vibes. He’s got great chops and good stage presence, while the bass player and the drummer are very good too. Too bad that the stage setup means that you can’t see the drummer at all with the bassist standing right in front of him. The original songs were good, so were the new songs that they debuted/played for the second time live, and there were a few covers: a Manic Street Preachers song “Ocean Spray” from the 2001 “Know Your Enemy” CD, and “For Your Eyes Only”, the Sheena Easton song from the Bond film of the same name. Home is a pretty cheap place to drink beer, as a pitcher is only $22, so we had two of them. Spacedays were up next, starting off with their cool title track “We’re Spacedays”, before slipping into their other songs. Mamat did most of the vocals, and chugged away on his cool silver guitar that looks very Spacedays. While he seemed a bit stiff onstage, not really his goofy self from the old Pinholes performances I’ve seen, he did play some great, fluid solos, and even broke out the wah from time to time.  Great stuff. They had a short set, probably because they’re a new band and don’t have that many songs together yet (they told me later that they’ve got nine songs), but they also mentioned that they were totally starved and needed to get some food, ha ha. We bought the debut EP, released only the day before, and took a photo onstage, then hung out with the bands and the audience afterwards, then headed off to the subway to get home.

Spacedays live video!!

Kegs live video!!

Original song “Fan the Flames”

Manic Street Preachers’ “Ocean Spray”

Spacedays and we!!

Spacedays and we

Spacedays and we

There it is, my new GT-500, being turned on by my big hairy toe.

My Fulltone GT-500, my hairy toe.

My Fulltone GT-500, my hairy toe.

Burger King really knows how to make posters depicting people who really love their burgers.

Woman's just gotta have it... er, on second thought, maybe not.

Woman's just gotta have it... er, on second thought, maybe not.

The stupidest copy I’ve ever read before – is this some sort of a satanic message?  What world do these people live in?

Burger King will give you your every earthly desire.

Burger King will give you your every earthly desire.

CD, DVD, Movie and Book reviews:

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Spacedays EP: “We Are Spacedays” – this is a band from my friend Mamat Mat, great guy, who used to be in a cool Singapore band called The Pinholes, a very cool band with a charismatic lead singer that Mamat used to play guitar while gracing us with his crazy and cool antics. Listening to these three guitar pop songs, it’s easy to hear a lot of Manic Street Preachers, some Big Star, and a little bit of Bowie, especially in the title track.  The band is a bit restrained and not really going crazy, but the songs are good fun. “All The Days” is a bit unenthusiastic, with languid vocals and a standard song structure, but a nice enough chorus. “Get Higher” is a boozy, poppy booster with droning vocals and a cool funky guitar riff. “We Are Spacedays” is just sweet wackiness, with Alladin Sane vocals and cool crunchy riffs.

Iron Man 2

Iron Man 2

Iron Man 2 – Zen and I were greatly looking forward to seeing this, since we had both enjoyed the first Iron Man so much. As is to be expected, this movie is not as good as the first, but for strange reasons: first of all, every single part of the plot is shown in the trailers, with the exception of the Nick Fury scenes, which are short anyway. There’s some choppy editing, a few crappy lines (in an otherwise good screenplay), and a totally non-interesting corporate villain played by Sam Rockwell, an otherwise fine actor who had played the geek/creep villain perfectly in Charlie’s Angels (in this movie, he was much more geek than creep). Jim Rhodes was not so fantastic – now why, exactly, did he turn the armour over to the military? Tony’s feud with Pepper Potts seems pointless, and the scientific discovery element of the movie was pretty corny. There was also not much Iron Man suit action in the film, and no real sense of a buildup. Mickey Rourke played creepy quite well, but his motivation with bringing down Iron Man is not clearly understood.

All of this would make it sound like I didn’t like the movie. It was still a lot of fun, and Jon Favreau was pretty good as Happy Hogan, and we see him do a bit of boxing and rough and tumble stuff with Scarlett Johanssen. The Pepper Potts thing is still a bit irritating – this isn’t the kind of thing that Gwyneth Paltrow should be so annoying in – but in the end its all in good fun. Perhaps the best part of the film were the scenes that Samuel Jackson is in, he gets the best lines and he’s way cooler than Robert Downey Jr. The other highlight of the film is the scene after all the closing credits, which is both funny (when seen in context of an earlier scene), and inspiring. Stick around for the close, and get a glimpse of that last split second.

I do find the many favourable reviews for this film puzzling. This New York Times review seems to bend over backwards to find good things to say about it. I find the reader comments after the review much more honest.

Where The Wild Things Are

Where The Wild Things Are

Where the Wild Things Are – In one way, adapting Where The Wild Things Are, the classic children’s book, should have been easy – adults everywhere have vivid images of the amazing Wild Things, and designing clever suits in Hollywood could instantly bring them to life. But then again, there isn’t much story to work with considering that this is only a 37-page book, of which 21 pages contain text (in some cases only phrases, not full sentences, the shortest of which being “… and grew…”). Of course, there is an opportunity to explain a bit of back story – some reasons as to why, on that day, Max put on his wolf suit and got up to mischief of one kind and another.

Greater mysteries arise when Max arrives on the island of the Wild Things and the movie swerves unmistakably into Dave Eggers territory, the author of the vain and preposterously-titled A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, who creates reindeer games for the film’s vain and preposterous wild things to play. Sure, it’s fun hearing the voice of Tony Soprano coming out of head Wild Thing Carol, but the kids won’t get that, and I don’t even think they’d enjoy this film since there’s so little real fun in it. Halfway through the movie, you get the sinking feeling that it’s going to be a dull flick, and the visual style, aptly described by Stephanie Zacharek of Salon.com as “depressive and shaggy and tired” means there’s little to do after the film ends but turn the TV off and silently go of to sleep.

Anvil: The Story of Anvil

Anvil: The Story of Anvil

Anvil! The Story of Anvil DVD – For those who love Anvil for those that love the Anvil movie, there’s nothing like owning a copy signed by Lips and Robb.  I’ve reviewed this already, but the DVD does offer a few interesting tidbits, the most “interesting” (not sure that’s the right word) is the full interview with Lars, where we see what director Sacha Gervasi had to go through to get a soundbite out of rock’s most eager interviewee (this guy can talk and talk and talk).

Other extras are three deleted scenes (”Children’s Catering”, “Former Band Members”, “Lips’ Brother”) and a scene of Sacha drumming with the band’s performance of “School Love” in Japan. Of the deleted scenes, “Former Band Members” should have been in the film, as it interviews two of the five ex-Anvil guitarists and bassists. INterviewed is Dave “Squirrelly” Allison, a formerly skinny metalhead who’s turned into a middle-aged Canadian hoser with a mullet, baseball cap and mustache driving a pickup and chilling out at his cottage up north. More interesting is former bass player Ian “Dix” Dickson, who was a handsome Steve Harris-type young metaller who has turned into a successful artisan/goth/lutist with a home arts and crafts studio. Drinks his coffee from a cool skull mug.

The “Children’s Catering” scene is extended out of scenes that are in the movie, the most part of it shows Lips driving to work, talking about his life and the jobs he’s had (delivering flowers, delivering fish), his aborted studies in cinematography, the end of a fifteen year relationship chronicled on the “Worth the Weight” album, a.k.a. the death album (death of Robb’s father, death of Lips’ marriage, flower deliveries to funeral homes where he saw his first dead bodies, etc.). That is also the theme of the segment Lips’ brother Jeffrey, who has been diagnosed with a neural degenerative disease and only has a short time left. The clip shows Lips with siblings Jeffrey, Gary and Rhonda in Birmingham, Alabama, it is a very sad, private moment.

How To Train Your Dragon

How To Train Your Dragon

How To Train Your Dragon – A good fun movie for the kids that describes the sassy young Hiccup, and how he cracks the secret of the dragons that regularly attack his Viking village.  Yes, they’re Vikings, but they speak with Scottish accents… except for Hiccup, who has an American accent.  And why not?  The Vikings admired the Scots and the Americans, didn’t they?

The most interesting part of the story is what Hiccup does when the warriors are away chasing dragons. He goes into dragonfighting training, where brute power is more important than anything else. Hiccup doesn’t have much of that, but he’s smart and eventually figures out what makes dragons tick. One of the more interesting elements is how he manages to turn all of the tough kids in school, the ones who were once scornful of his wimpiness, into his biggest fans once they see that he’s figured out how to turn ferocious dragons into pussycats. He also manages to down train one of them, proving that all dragons just want to be tamed.

The less interesting part of the movie is at the end, when the obligatory “big bang ending” is sort of tacked onto the end. But by then we’ve already fallen in love with the movie and its vaguely Ghibli studio-esque characters (see Nausicaa for some reference).

Post-Crisis Risk Management, by Tsuyoshi Oyama, Oyama Tsuyoshi

Post-Crisis Risk Management, by Tsuyoshi Oyama, Oyama Tsuyoshi

Post-Crisis Risk Management, by Oyama Tsuyoshi – Mr Oyama is a great friend of mine, having met him through my company, The Asian Banker, at various company events. He was looking for a publisher some time ago for a book that he had written in Japanese on the recent financial crisis, and had told a colleague of mine that he was thinking of translating it himself for an English audience. I told him about the great people at John Wiley & Sons who had published my book, Asia’s Banking CEOs, and in no time there was a new book in the shelves – Post-Crisis Risk Management – to give an Asian perspective to the recent financial crisis. Mr Oyama is an amazing person, having worked for 20 years at the Bank of Japan as the deputy director-general in Financial System and Bank Examinations, he’s also worked with the Japanese banks’ nonperforming loans problem, Basel II risk management standards implementation for Japanese banks, and has worked in global bodies such as the Basel Committee on Bank supervision, the International Monetary Fund and the Global Association of Risk Professionals. What’s remarkable about Mr Oyama is not just his great expertise in risk management, but his exceptional ability to communicate it in English. In fact, I’d say that he speaks more eloquently than nearly any native English speaker that I know. This eloquence shines through in his book, which is imminently readable, which sentence-by-sentence contains universes of boiled-down wisdom. The book is relatively slim, covering a great deal of territory over its 188 pages, which are followed by six pages of references to works cited, and a four-page index.

Just reading Oyama’s table of contents is a clear run-down through the key issues in the current financial crisis, from its seeds (the pre-crisis summer of 2007, 2007, and the full-fledged crisis in mid-late 2008), an overview of its elements, reactions by governments and regulators, issues that set this crisis apart from others, reform of the risk management regime for banks, the Japanese and Asian perspective to the financial crisis, and a new conclusion that highlights significant post-crisis risk management issues. Early in the book he inspects lessons learned from the crisis that his country’s banks had gone through over a decade earlier, noting that high real estate prices had been the cause of both crises; but while attempts were made to solve the earlier bubble by introducing securitised products, the outcome was the same, if not amplified. “It is indeed an irony to note that lessons the system learned from the previous crisis have now caused another.” Lessons learned are a priority, and a raison d’etre for the book, since fixing the problems now would lessen the impact of the next crisis. One of these lessons is solving the problem of information asymmetry, w hich, as we’ve learned from the case of Goldman Sachs creating investment products for John Paulson, is at the heart of how Wall Street works. Information sharing is counter to capitalist principles, no matter what people might pretend otherwise. But in the lead-up to the crisis with it many years of steady property-linked growth, the information asymmetry became less of a concern as there rose an overconfidence in the various risk management techniques used to counter this information asymmetry, and Oyama feels that the basics of risk management were forgotten easily. Model risk was often ignored, and there was an over-reliance on calculating value at risk, without thinking any further.

But Oyama also notes the difficulty of management of top banks to understand the scope of their businesses, and when UBS gave a unit called Dillon Read Capital Management, which specialised in alternative investments, a great deal of authority within the organisation, it seems that the existence of such an important and complex business that clearly operated outside of upper management understanding of the kind of risk such an institution could take actually pushed the limits of what a company can manage under one roof, as the business nearly sunk the company. A similar case can be made for AIA, which profitably underwrote credit default swaps until the size of the business it was doing collapsed over it. The situation made a mockery of institutions that employed PhDs and were supposedly good at risk management, even earning high qualifications under Basel II only months before their companies were shamed by risk management deficiencies brought on by the financial crisis.

Again and again Oyama comes back to information sharing, which includes the information sharing of bank solvency issues between central banks and regulatory agencies, the lack of which was evidenced in the Northern Rock problem in the UK when the Bank of England and the FSA suffered from communication breakdown. It raises the question of whether a bank and its regulator should be kept under one roof, whether they should work in tandem, or whether they may be separated. Data and information does seem to be at the core of everything in this book, and Oyama makes an interesting point about identifying visible risks and “invisible risks” that cannot be statistically measured (also known as “Knight’s uncertainty”). While top US and EU banks may be good at managing visible risks through analysis, Japanese and Asian banks have a conservative culture and have stayed away from activities that could contain invisible risks, or whose potential upside they could not understand or believe.

But Oyama also asks important questions about the role of the regulators themselves – instead of asking banks to build up buffers, what kinds of buffers are they themselves building up to prepare for the crises that they know will come? This is perhaps playing the devil’s advocate, which Oyama does well, as regulators should not be bank managers, and vice versa. He also advocates better market infrastructures that increase information quality and expand risk tradability, starting from the establish a framework to motivate third parties, such as ratings agencies, to increase the quality of their risk assessments, clarify the definition of fair value accounting, while also increasing the disclosure of risk information. There would also need to be a greater sharing of information between major global regulators, such as those of Japan and western countries, a problem compounded by both language issues and budget constraints. Oyama can well testify to this, being one of the few Bank of Japan staff who is comfortable speaking English, and also one who travelled constantly to promote the cause of greater information sharing and better bank risk management.

Complaints about the book are generally few. I feel the index could have been a bit beefier, and the book does feel a bit dated – sure, any book on a crisis cannot be fully current, but the fact that this is a translation of an earlier piece extends the dating one generation. Even as I read his words, I often wonder what he would have added about things that had happened after January 2008, which seems to have been the cutoff point of his original work; January 2008 seems like a million years ago, and a lot has happened since. But no matter – there’s always room for a Post-Post-Crisis Risk Management.

No One Would Listen, by Harry Markopolos

No One Would Listen, by Harry Markopolos

No One Would Listen, by Harry Markopolos -

While the title of the book makes you think “teen angst” and the book’s choice of cover image that makes you think “Jack the Ripper”, you’d be surprised to learn that this is a book about the Securities Exchange Commission (yes, that’s right – the not-so-dreaded SEC). The book follows the mildly eccentric tale of the mildly eccentric Harry Markopolos, briefly and intermittently describing his journey through life, but getting quickly into the meat of how he set his sights on Bernie Madoff, first to try to replicate his gains and then, when the case flummoxed him, to prove that he was a fraud, and finally to prove that he was running a Ponzi scheme. Thinking that he needed help from some bigger guns, ie figures of authority with the power to do something to right the situation, Markopolos eventually went to the SEC to see if they could be interested in bringing a fraud to justice, but encountered resistance every time. And so, somewhere around the mid-way mark, Markopolos’ book becomes less a book about the evils of Bernie Madoff, and becomes a book about the evils of the SEC.

The book is interesting, funny, upbeat, and at times emotional, as Markoplos talks about friends and colleagues who didn’t make it – struck down by cancer, or who took their lives with their own hands – and those that nearly didn’t make it, like the colleague who had a disastrous yachting expedition with an inexperienced Russian first mate. He talks very little about the investors in the fraud, but explains carefully how he analysed the fund and could come to no other conclusion than it was a fraud. Then he explains it again. Then he explains how someone else had a theory that backed up his. Then he explains again how he checked his numbers. And then he tells about how he found supporting evidence. And then some more supporting evidence. Eventually you see see that it’s elementary, Dear Watson.

The book does get a bit weird at times, like when he explains how he feared for his life (is he imagining things? or is he underplaying the threat of some desperate people? He also mentions how he’s a germophobe who wiped down his keyboard with rubbing alcohol the day he left his job at an investment fund. Well, that was just a bit too much information.

Markopolos peppers his book with jokes, including the very apt one about life in investment banking which talks about the hunters who encounter a bear: one of them starts to run, knowing that he doesn’t need to outrun the bear – he just needs to outrun his companion. But some of his jokes begin to get tired after a while, and one page after he tells the bear joke he’s already telling the one about the guy (in this case a SEC investigator) who can only count to 21 if he takes his pants off. Jokes at the SEC’s expense fly fast and furious, and after a while we get a torrent of them “they couldn’t even catch a cold in the winter”, “they couldn’t spot the ocean from the shore”, “they couldn’t find the haystack that surrounds the needle that’s in the haystack”, etc.

One of the stranger anecdotes happens in a meeting with an SEC examiner, who broke down sobbing when she realised that heeding Markopolos’ earliest reports to the SEC could have stopped Madoff when his fund was only at $3 billion.

Markopolos ends his book with an epilogue that goes through fifteen wicked steps needed in order to turn the SEC into an effective regulator, the eleventh of which is to encourage whistleblowers, which he calculates to be 13 times more effective than regular SEC examiners. Of course, there’s some self interest here, as Markopolos is now a committed full-time professional whistleblower himself.

Markopolos takes apart the dysfunctional regulatory system in the US, which includes five separate units, each with their own politics, priorities, databases and information silos, where underpaid staff are easily hoodwinked by well-paid individuals who have been trained in diversion tactics and are usually much smarter than them who work at institutions that have been branded as too big to fail. Markopolos illustrates this with the point that “if the SEC can’t coordinate two examinations within its own agency, there is little reason to believe that five separate agencies can successfully coordinate their examinations.”

By the end he is scathing in his criticism of the SEC, and by now the book is barely about Madoff at all. That was all just a ruse, the book has graduated to bring about a much bigger message, which is about bringing to justice the people who shelter the bad people and allow them to steal the money from innocent people like you and me. And now we do see the SEC trying to do something, by taking on one of the biggest names of them all – Goldman Sachs. Of course, it may be too little too late, but it does show a regulator finally beginning to take its job seriously, now that it has a president behind it. But how long will that atmosphere last?

Click here to see a video report on Harry Markopolos.

Books, CDs and DVDs

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

Wow, another pile of books and a CD to review.

CD review:

The Pinholes

The Pinholes

The Pinholes, “Acoustic Sessions” – Great Singapore funk ‘n’ roll, these four guys make some great songs. I’ve seen them live twice, and they were really great, wide-smiling fun. The second time, on the eve of their flight to Austin Texas for the South by Southwest music festival, I bought a hard-to-find CD release, “Acoustic Sessions.” The songs are sedate, which is not what I’m accustomed to. Basically, most of the songs sound like Bob Marley done at a non-reggae tempo, and there’s so much joy here. “Never Gonna Take My Life” is a beautiful singalong song with familiar-sounding lyrics and sounds, warm and loving and friendly. Well-known anthems like “Shake & Bake” and “Longlive Rock & Roll” are good fun, and songs like “Programme” have a wondrous classic rock ‘n’ roll vibe to them. I love the Pinholes, and I always will.

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Sade, “Soldier of Love” – Finally another release by the most beautiful woman in show business. I’ve been a fan from the beginning and have all of her albums. All of them are stunning, song after song. This one is no different, except for the fact that it comes a decade after the last one (her album releases have been timed as 1984, 1985, 1988, 1992, 2000, and now 2010). The approximate doubling of time between releases means that we might not get another one until 2030, when Sade (pronounced Shar-day) will be 71 years old, means that this one will need to tide us over for some time. The songs are beautiful, and very focussed on her voice and the plain, simple messages that she has, more often than not with simple production values. The opening song “The Moon and the Sky” is somewhat Spanish-sounding, and it’s quite heavily-produced (but not over-produced). Melancholy. “Soldier of Love,” the title track, is very theatrical, but also hypnotic. “Morning Bird” is boring, while “Babyfather” is a pretty song about parenthood that sounds like a duo with Bob Marley, and a child’s choir thrown in. “Long Hard Road” is a simple song with vocals, acoustic guitar and drums. Beautiful. “Be That Easy” is similar, but a bit more upbeat, while “Bring Me Home” is just as melancholy as “The Moon and the Sky”. “In Another Time” sounds like something from the “Stand By Me” soundtrack and is quite jazzy, with plenty of saxophone. “Skin” is a bit sedate, while album-closer “The Safest Place” is a good ole beat-pounder to make the recording memorable for more than Sade’s hypnotic voice, which commands any song she’s ever added her voice to.

Rudra Brahmavidya: Transcendental I

Rudra "Brahmavidya: Transcendental I"

Rudra, “Brahmavidya: Transcendental I” – This band makes what could be called Vedic metal, meaning that they play aggressive grindcore with themes from Hindu scripts and legends originally written in Sanscrit. They sing in English as well as in Indian tongues (I guess maybe Hindi, Sanskrit or possibly Tamil). The CD starts off with a great track of religious singing in Hindi, gorgeous female vocals, then gets into some serious hardcore riffs and scary sounds. Lovely hardcore, but certainly every song sounds about the same, except the beautiful vedic tunes intersperses (tracks 1, 5, 13). “Amrtasyaputra” is a great pounding track, and it just gets better and better. “Hymns From the Burning Chariot” starts off with drone and tabla and male Hindi vocals, before jumping at the throat with savage grindcore. “Meditations at Dawn” starts off with guitar and tabla, with female vocals in Hindi, mellow and beautiful. “Advaitamrta” is good fun, as it rock and rolls with aggressive, growled lyrics. “Immortality Roars” is something a bit different – it’s in Hindi but Rudra’s lead singer sings it, accompanied with drone and drums. “Reversing The Current” is pretty regular hardcore, as is “Venerable Opposites.” “Avidya Nivrtti” is almost anthemic, and is pretty good, driving grindcore. “Not the Seen But the Seer” is also pretty standard grindcore. “Adiguru Namastubhyam” is something you’d hear in the temple, and “Majestic Ashtavakra” is hard and loud and a good album closer.

Book reviews:

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, by Stieg Larsson – I initially bought this book out of frustration; I had a coupon to buy a book at Borders, a store I now despise, but they had none of the books I wanted to buy (Tintin and the Alph Art, Zombie Survival Guide, etc), so I bought a book from the display near the cashier, a book I had heard about and was curious about (I’m drawn into all “global sensation books”, if for nothing more than to try to understand their popularity) and was quite sure I’d like. I was right. The book follows the life of Mikael Blomkvist, who is an interesting fellow, and who bears some similarity to the book’s crusading journalist author – who I now know made it a personal mission to bring down right wingers and neo-Nazis, and who lived under death threats due to this (brave). The fact that he wrote this trilogy in his spare time simply amazes me, just as the fact that he died on the eve of the publication of the first of the three books depresses me.

The book starts off with Blomkvist on trial for a libel he’s foolishly allowed himself to be tricked into committing; this, and all the establishing stuff, occupies the first 50 pages of the book, even though it has nothing to do with the murder mystery at the book’s heart. No matter, there’s a leisurely pace throughout, and with time we eventually grow to care about Blomkvist and his odd entourage of life-friends and associates. We also meet Lisbeth Salander and slowly get to know her. The first part of the book is about him, then it’s about her, then it’s about them. Then, eventually, at its own leisurely pace, we find out about the mystery, and the aging industrialist who wants to find out what really happened 40 years ago. Great.

The book eventually boils over with thrills and chills, and it’s bloody good fun; the fact that it all takes place in Sweden, a country I’ve never explored, makes it oddly exotic.

One of the strange things about the book is Lisbeth Salander; she is described by reviewers as a fascinating, sexy, riveting creature. I’m not really impressed throughout, as she seems like dozens of pouty adolescent girls I’ve met over the years, a non-personality of sorts; of course, it’s not until the end of the book (and all throughout the next) that she really becomes interesting.

Funnily enough, I did manage to guess the central mystery of the book at some point, and that almost never happens; but what I couldn’t predict was how interesting the structure of the book is. To say too much would be to give things away, but I’d like to find out how often (other than in the Lord of the Rings) this has been done in bestselling literature.

One criticism of the book – I’m mystified why Larsson puts so many brands/product placements (7-Eleven, Jack’s Pizza, etc) into the book. Is this something he did, or is it a liberty that the publishers took knowing that the author had passed away? It would be interesting to find out, because it doesn’t seem like Larsson’s style to allow commercial concerns to have a place in his work.

The Girl Who Played With Fire, by Stieg Larsson – This was the first book in a very long time that I would think, when seeing how many pages were left before the end “I wish there were more,” i.e. “I wish I wasn’t so close to the end, I want to read more”. Just like the other book, the first fifty pages have nothing to do with the following 600. In this book, we learn less about the background story of Mikael Blumkvist and more about the mysterious background of Lisbeth Salander. We almost comprehend how a Mensa-level brain can be mistaken as a mentally undeveloped social outcast.

Once again the book begins in a leisurely fashion, telling this story, telling that story, then in a lacksadaisical fashion describing what Lisbeth Salander eats in the morning, how she hangs around her apartment, how she hacks into something, how she learns something else, how she wanders into the expose of prostitution rings, and then how she haphazardly becomes the target of a national manhunt as she’s fingered as the main suspect in a double murder.

Larsson introduces several more interesting characters into the plot, including a blond hulk (that’s HULK, not hunk), a sadistic psychologist, some bikers, some leather dikes, and a police investigative unit. While the hulk is interesting, he’s also a bit of a liability – how can an antagonist who can be spotted from a kilometer away be stealthy?

The book is episodic, and Larsson gives attention to characters, only to abandon them after only a short stretch. He also allows a plot that doesn’t quite make sense, murky motivations, and a sparse connection to the main crime of the book – the Eastern European sex trade. An Estonian prostitute is brutally murdered, but it’s not clear in the end who is guilty, except by association and some circumstantial evidence.

On top of this, we do see some expert operatives making classic blunders. For example, are we supposed to believe in a situation where a sharp mind like Lisbeth Salander can become too deep in concentration to hear the rumble of approaching Harley Davidson motorcycles. Well… I don’t think so.

But the book was better than many I’ve read recently, and I did love it dearly. I want to read the third one. I just hope its plot is a bit tighter than the second one, but I’d fear not – by the time he wrote it, Larsson was running out of time.

Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said, by Phillip K Dick – Believe it or not, the first book I’ve ever read by Phillip K Dick, although I’ve seen a bunch of movies based on his books (Blade Runner, Total Recall, Minority Report, Paycheck, A Scanner Darkly). The story starts off describing the life of a major celebrity and his lifestyle – casual sex partners from Hollywood hills, romps in Venice, drug indulgences and plenty of crazy, surrealistic living – before his life becomes surrealistic itself. He manages to cope with a descent into anonymity and all sorts of weird escape-the-cops-with-the-weird-stranger-who-just-befriended-you. Yeah, right. At the end, there’s an odd, cowardly encounter with the policeman of the title, and then some sort of crazy “ten years after, this is where the story’s proponents ended up” sort of thing. Groovy.

The Namesake

The Namesake

The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri – A wonderful, easy read. Well-written and not too self-consciously poetic or exotic, it tells the simple and not too-heartwrenching tale of Gogol Gangali, born to Bengali parents in a suburb of Boston who grows up relatively happily, but eventually develops the usual insecurities about his heritage and his name. One odd thing about the book, which occasionally irritates, is how each part of the book seems to be “narrated” (although it’s done in the third person) by a different character, by three of the four members of the family and then eventually also by an outsider. There they are, all the passions of young life, the hopes and the dreams, the ordinary conflicts, and the poetry of daily life. No aliens attack, there are no major catastrophes, just the rituals of preparing food, preparing for holidays such as Christmas and thanksgiving (although there are Bengali festivals as well), and the changing nature of family. Nice.

DVD review:

The Last Supper

The Last Supper

Black Sabbath, “The Last Supper” – I’ve had this DVD on my shelf for a few months, never had the chance to watch it. Finally, on Friday night, I did.  GREAT STUFF!  But how could you expect anything less…

Basically, the DVD shows a concert and interviews with the band at the start of their reunion tour, and all four original guys are there, looking a little older, but only Bill Ward noticably different – he’s chopped off most of that hair and beard and looks like a pretty typical guy-at-the-pub… except that he’s BILL WARD, the legendary drummer of the greatest band that ever played! All the members are in fine form, and the songs are great: War Pigs, NIB, Electric Funeral, Fairies Wear Boots, Into the Void, Sweet Leaf, Snoblind, After Forever, Dirty Women, Black Sabbath, Iron Man, Children of the Grave, and Paranoid.

Of course, Ozzy is amusing, but it’s also interesting – and scary – to hear about the guys talking about how zonked they were on drugs. Bill claims he can’t remember anything about the “Heaven and Hell” sessions, which is amazing – it’s a great album. There’s an interesting scene when Tony, who’s probably told the story a million times, tells the tale of how his fretting hand was badly mutilated in an industrial accident and then actually shows off the prosthetic fingertips that have allowed him to continue on as one of the really great guitarists of our time. Then there’s some pretty warm joking around, like when they make fun of Bill for claiming that Black Sabbath were poineers. Yep, that’s right, get on the chuckwagon, feed the horses, that kind of ribbing. “Life and death, man, life and death.”

Learned a few things I didn’t know yet, which is basically about how bands that the guys had been in before Black Sabbath were called Rare Breed, and Mythology. Ozzy had attracted Tony and Geezer by putting up a sign that said “Ozzy Zig requires gig.”

YouTube playlists

Saturday, March 13th, 2010

This week was really weird.  I sent a journal to print, I did tons of other stuff, worked late hours. Tuesday Zen was a good boy, but Wednesday when I came home exhausted from getting the magazine done I found that he’d been a bad boy and sulked off to bed already without his dinner, I didn’t even see him that night.  Crap!

But he seems to have regretted it, and ever since then he’s been exceptionally good, blazing through his homework, polite to us, cooperative and never complaining.  Great stuff.

Friday we had a parent-teacher meeting, and we were pleased to see that Zen’s teacher is a charming, young gentleman with a great spirit, much different from the dour mesdames that have been teaching him in past years. He made it sound like Zen was his model pupil, his classroom monitor who’s very sensible, who plays well with other children but also concentrates and focuses on his work when he has to. His weakness is in Chinese, his third language, but even here he is not the worst-performer. But in his heart, he’s not interested in Chinese, so unless he has a change in heart learning Chinese will be more about going through the motions for him.

I’ve been spending some time here and there making YouTube playlists, and I’ve discovered some darn cool music is available.  Not really any videos here, by the way, just mainly static pictures or slideshows, the point is really to listen to the songs whlie you’re doing something else. Make sure you’ve got the playlist open in its own page (not its own tab) in your browser or the continuous play feature won’t work. Check these out:

Japanese band “Ogre You Asshole.” A bunch of Modest Mouse fans, for sure.

Danzig discography.

German psychedelic rock band Epitaph. Great!

Judas Priest discography. Check out the prog psychedelia of the first albums:

King Crimson’s first albums. In case you were curious:

Ministry discography. Pretty much all of their stuff except “Dark Side of the Spoon”:

Pixies discography. Yay, Pixies!

Welcome to Venice. Legendary hardcore compilation:

Saw the Pinholes!

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Finally got a chance to see the Pinholes, finally got a chance to check out Home club on the Singapore River.

The Pinholes are going to South By Southwest in Austin, Texas, they will be playing on March 19th, and need to raise some money.  I got there just after 10:00, one of the opening acts Et Cetera were playing, two foreigners – one on drums, one on guitar – were playing and making some noise.  Some technical problems, they could have sounded better I suppose (the guitarist could have), but they have a great act and are very tight, clearly been doing it for a while.

The Pinholes got onstage and set up, and slowly, while we thought that they were soundchecking, they started to groove.  They had new members, and were not as tight as I remembered them before, but lead singer Mohjo did a great job of entertaining the audience with his patented weirdness.  He really is a great front man.  I also bought a Pinholes CD, “Acoustic Sessions.”  Check out a video I took, and a pic:

Pinholes are go

Pinholes are go!

Pinholes are go!

Zen and I got haircuts today, check them out!!

Two handsome gents.

Two handsome gents.

Naoko and Zen

Naoko and Zen

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!