Friday, December 9, 2011

Maria McKee: Gulpin' Down Communion Wine


Consider this an addendum to my Lydia Loveless post. When I first started writing about "Jesus Was A Wino," "Drinkin' In My Sunday Dress" was a natural point of reference. Unfortunately, after roughly 27 drafts, I realized that the post worked better without it. However, I think the comparison makes sense.

Maria McKee is an obvious antecedent to Lydia. When Maria was 20-21 years old (1984-85), she was a badass country singer/songwriter with a great voice, gleefully mixed punk with country, and was backed by a solid roots-rock band (Lone Justice). By the time "Sunday Dress" came out in 1989, Maria had (sadly) moved on from country music into more earnest, sensitive, almost proto-Lilith Fair territory a thousand miles from the cowpunk golden age. "Sunday Dress" was a kickass throwback, and I previously addressed it in 13 Songs: 1989 Reconsidered. I stand by what I said then.
"This is the Maria McKee I want cloned and kept in a vault. That Voice, plus her spirited appreciation for classic roots music from Hank Williams to X is/was a potent combination. Unfortunately, the woman who could've been the cowpunk Patsy Cline was knee deep in her Stevie Nicks phase in 1989. Thankfully, "Sunday Dress" escaped the industry's lacy, twirling subterfuge. It pays stylistic homage to the heady early days of Lone Justice and looks ahead to 1993's outstanding You Gotta Sin To Get Saved album."
FWIW, about a year after the "13 Songs" post, I put together a 40-45 minute audio documentary on early Lone Justice. We're talking the real deal country-punk stuff that gives their legend some balls/ovaries. The doc is a mix of recordings, live stuff, and radio/ TV appearances. Check it out:


I'VE HAD MY FUN AND NOW I MUST CONFESS

Our reverend is a kingly soul, repents 'em on a dime
His bible is not inked in gold, he is not the cheatin' kind
One Sunday after meetin' I was in the greetin' line
He said I've seen you from the altar
Gulpin' down communion wine
Just remember who's beside you when it's no business of mine

Returning to the song of the day, this verse represents the fundamental difference between "Sunday Dress" and "Jesus Was A Wino." Both Maria and Lydia use country music to build narratives about drinking, sinning, and how religion intersects with both. But, that's where the similarities end.

For McKee's character, religion offers hope and a possible safe place. The reverend is a kingly soul, not a mooch, and extends his support even while knowing that some things are none of his business. By contrast, Loveless' character sees religion as an overbearing, judgmental presence in her life. The narrator of "Wino" knows that people look down on her for being a drunk, and there's nary a safe place in sight. What's interesting to me is that though these songs were written roughly 22 years apart, both women effectively use the vision of wine as alcohol and sacrament to make their respective points. Maria above and Lydia below:

They're gonna feel almighty when I can barely stand
I just tell them I couldn't turn down
One more glass of the blood of the lamb

Please note: I'm not claiming that from these songs you can extrapolate each singer's individual views on religion. They could be snake handlers or atheists for all I know and frankly, that info is besides the point. A singer can use "I" without it being autobiography and fictional narratives can just as easily speak to larger cultural truths as non-fictional narratives. But hey, all this talk of wine has made me thirsty. Is it just me?

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Lydia Loveless and the Blood of the Lamb

Lydia with old friend, Fender Telecaster

"They're gonna feel almighty
When I can barely stand
I just tell them I couldn't turn down
One more glass of the blood of the lamb."


About a month ago, I had the good fortune to see Lydia Loveless and Wild Flag on the same day (October 29). I actually saw Lydia twice. She and Ben Lamb, her standup bassist/husband (not necessarily in that order) played a 30 minute in-store at End Of An Ear, followed a few hours later by a 45-50 minute opening slot at the Hole In The Wall. The timing was perfect because once Lydia finished at the Hole, I had time to get to La Zona Rosa to see the Flag kick out the jams. All in all, a formidable day of music and one so female-centric my estrogen levels were through the roof for like 48 hours. Trust me, I know my body.

I've waved the Wild Flag on a couple of occasions [here and here], but Lydia Loveless was a new discovery. After hearing two sets, two albums, and a few random bits online, I have to ask, "What the hell am I not supposed to like?" She sings plainspoken country songs almost equally informed by punk rock fuckyouness and folkie singer/songwriter angst I usually mock. But, in her hands it works. On record, I'd say her sound is about 50/35/15 country/
roots-rock/folk, but when I saw her and Ben, it was just driving acoustic guitar and thumping standup bass. Straight up Sun Records. Oh, and have you actually heard Lydia's voice? Yeah, that might help.


Shake It Records, Cincinnati, OH
September 22, 2011

(Might have to turn up volume and treble)

I wish this recording were about 20% better, but
regardless, Lydia's voice jumps out like a brassy horn in front of a freight train.

I chose "Wino" for two reasons: 1) I love the word "wino." People don't say it nearly enough. Do they think they're making a Sanford And Son reference? Winos are all around us, usually in minivans driving kids to soccer practice. Plus, the word "wino" is so much fun to say. Props to Lydia for being a positive ethno-linguistic role model. 2) "Wino" is my favorite song on Lydia's new
Bloodshot album, Indestructible Machine. I love how it uses a fairly traditional country/rockabilly framework to flip a lyrical bird, like a 2011 version of "Fancy" (YouTube) or "Harper Valley PTA." (YouTube)

Lydia Loveless - Jesus Was A Wino [buy]
Indestructible Machine
2011


"I grew up in a strongly Presbyterian area, and I was around people all the time judging other people who drink or smoke. It's not an anti-Jesus song, it’s more an anti-uppity-Christian-attitude song."
--Loveless to Greg Kot, Chicago Tribune

 

Clearly, the album version is more polished and roots-rockin' than the live duo version, but that only makes it excellent for different reasons. There's the same boom-chicka-boom foundation, but here it's fleshed out with giddyup drums and a sinewy Telecaster lead. It's like Marty Robbins on speed. Oh wait, Marty Robbins on speed was named Johnny Cash. My bad.

On a personal note, as much as I hear Neko Case (specifically "Mood To Burn Bridges" from Furnace Room Lullaby) and as much as I get the Loretta Lynn, Wanda Jackson, and Rose Maddox references, this recording reminds me more than anything of the Old 97's.

Old 97's - Timebomb [buy]
Too Far To Care
1997


If "Jesus Was A Wino" came out in 1997, it would've been instantly labeled alt.country just like the Old 97's were.

Johnny Cash train beat: check.
Economical, but effective Tele work: check.
Booming lead vocal from hot chick lead singer: check and HEY-OOO!

I would've pointlessly argued that "Wino," like "Timebomb," is really just a country song, so we should just call it country, but if we absolutely had to qualify it, wouldn't roots-rock or country-punk make more sense than alt.country? Alt (or alternative) doesn't mean anything. At least punk evokes urgency, the aforementioned fuckyouness (in content and production), and a general DIY spirit, all of which might describe Lydia. What the shit has alt (or alternative) ever meant? Alt is amorphous to the point of formlessness.

"Having her on my brain's like getting hit by a train."

While I consider my argument technically sound, the alt.country tag would've stuck for the same reason every other tag sticks. People don't care about taxonomic accuracy, they care about talking in the same language. Therefore, if enough people agree at a specific moment in time that alt.country describes "Timebomb" or "Jesus Loves A Wino," then alt.country will stick, and I can just put that in my roots-rock/country-punk pipe and smoke it.

Damnations - Corona
[buy]
Where It Lands
2002

I'm including this third song because it completes the twangy punk rock trilogy. Most people recognize this as the Jackass theme song. Of course, they SHOULD know that it's one of the hidden gems on Double Nickels On The Dime by the Minutemen, probably one of the 10 greatest rock albums ever made. I like the Damnations version because it expands upon the song's tex-mex engineering with Austin, TX, know-how. The Damnations typically showcased sisters Deborah Kelly (vocals, acoustic guitar) and Amy Boone (vocals, bass,pi) on angel harmonies, but "Corona" features Deborah singing with guitarist (and future husband), Rob Bernard.


Damnations L-R: Amy Boone, Deborah Kelly, Rob Bernard

I love the gloriously ragged harmonies, but this tune is all about Bernard laying down the sweet D. Boon/Curt Kirkwood guitar riffs over the underrated Boone and Conrad Choucroun (drums) rhythm section. I probably should point out a couple things. First, Rob is probably best known around these parts for founding Prescott Curlywolf. Also, he plays a Tele largely because of the Boon influence (well okay, along with Keith Richards). So, there's that.

"The people will survive ... in their environment."

"Corona" is also important for tapping into the beautifully ramshackle nexus where punk rock meets country and it's that territory that unites The Damnations, Old 97's, Minutemen, and Lydia Loveless. They're all part of the same badass continuum leading back to Cash, Carl Perkins, Elvis, etc.

Lydia's voice is a powerfully elegant instrument and I chose my final track largely because of it. However, I'm including this third version of "Wino" to illustrate a point about songwriting. When a song is so versatile that you can hear three different versions and they all work, it's a reliable indicator of quality. In this case, I think that's true of the song and the songwriter.

  Lydia Loveless "Jesus Was A Wino" Live at KDHX 11/18/11 by KDHX

 
"This $6 bottle is just about all that I can afford
And if I can't find a corkscrew
I'll just smash it open right here on the floor."


A beautifully stark version of "Wino" that's about as pure country as you can get. No rock, no rockabilly, maybe incidental folk. You really need to hear the entire KDHX webcast, which is Lydia performing three songs solo. I also recommend listening to her Daytrotter session, recorded on October 18. Girl's got game.


I'M LOVELESS, I'M LOVELESS 

Lydia Loveless home page

Lydia Loveless on Bloodshot Records


Buy Indestructible Machine (available on vinyl, CD, and MP3)

Friday, November 11, 2011

In Tufnel We Trust

I would be remiss if I let 11/11/11 pass without acknowledging the profound cultural influence of Spinal Tap's legendary guitarist, Nigel Tufnel. Sure, his solos were his trademark, but he doesn't get nearly enough credit for rediscovering the saddest of all keys (D minor) in all its Machian splendor. And who else but Nigel dared ask, "What's wrong with being sexy?" However, if one Tufnelian contribution stands above all others in the Western canon, it was his emotional bravery to suggest that at our best, we can all go to 11.

 

Oh Nigel, you'll always be one louder.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

1995 Revisited: Fastbacks, Muffs & Uncle Joe's Big Ol' Driver


"I remember everything ... I remember everything ..."

This past Saturday, the Bottom of the Hill club in San Francisco capped off a week of 20th anniversary celebrations with a lineup that could've been beamed in from 1995: Fastbacks, Muffs (Facebook group), and Uncle Joe's Big Ol' Driver. Don't misunderstand me, I wasn't there. I was at La Zona Rosa in Austin having my face melted off by Wild Flag. But, for those of us who were paying attention in the mid-'90s, the BotH gig represented a painstakingly accurate synopsis of 1995 at its musical best, and I felt like it needed a little more love.

While the nation played sad panda with its Smashing Pumpkins, Pearl Jam, and Stone Temple Pilots action figures, the FBX and Muffs were throwing down badass, no bullshit, melodic punk jams, while Uncle Joe's engaged our fistpumping drunk rock receptors. Since the popular and critical view of '95 only tangentially merges with my own, obviously superior version of that year's offerings, I'm toying with a more detailed '95 retrospective, somewhat akin to my 1989 Reconsidered post from a few years back. However, since these bands would make that cut anyway, let's focus on them for now.

FBX L-R: Kurt Bloch (lead guitar), Lulu Gargiulo (rhythm guitar, vocals), Kim Warnick (bass, vocals)

From Here...They Are: Live At The Crocodile Cafe
Recorded June 26, 1995

5 1/2 minutes that perfectly sums up the FBX appeal and I'm not just saying that because I was at this show: Gorgeous melody being dry humped by sloppy punk rock enthusiasm, the Lulu (low) and Kim (high) vocal harmonies, and the Kurt leads that sound like he's falling down a flight of stairs. Even Musburger's drums are right on point, which is saying something since he was one of approximately 87 different drummers over the course of the band's career. As I've mentioned before, the enduring image of the Fastbacks, especially at The Croc, is an entire audience of drunks tossing their empty beer cups at Kurt Bloch on stage, and him baseballing those fuckers back into the crowd with his goldtop Les Paul ... DURING his solos! Incidentally, the name of the label that issued this live album = Lance Rock Records. Coincidence? Yes. Totally appropriate? Duuuh.

I say we celebrate the FBX with a silly and possibly incomprehensible video.

Fastbacks - Waste Of Time (click to watch video)

Like "On The Wall" and "Went For A Swim," "Waste Of Time" appeared on Answer The Phone, Dummy, their Sub Pop LP released in late 1994 (as I recall). Therefore, it saw most of its live action during today's focus year of 1995. This video is refreshingly goofball and features the thespianic talents of Dan Peters (Mudhoney) as a show host, Ken Stringfellow (Posies) as some sort of egg whisperer, and Jason Finn (Love Battery, Presidents of the USA, and briefly, Fastbacks) as an amused audience member. More importantly, I will never be able to unsee Kurt as a hyperkinetic aerobics instructor. Seared into my retinas for all eternity.

Muffs L-R: Roy McDonald (drums), Kim Shattuck (vocals, guitar, sass), Ronnie Barnett (bass, cardigan)

You know how us music nerds like to talk about bands that would've been bigger if only the universe were just? We can't help it. It's a compulsion. I'm not sure that's true for the Fastbacks. I used to think that, but I think that was my heart talking. Fact is, they were a little too unkempt and punk rock in the best way, and hey, what's wrong with being a beloved Seattle institution? Nothing.

The Muffs, on the other hand, should've been huge. OK, maybe not Nirvana/Pearl Jam huge, but at least the size of Sonic Youth. They had the FBX melodic punk sensibility down cold, but were more polished. Lead singer/songwriter, Kim Shattuck, was a smokin' hot force of nature, funny, and owner of a banshee howl scream that could melt plastic.

From Blonder And Blonder
Released 1995

By '95, the band was a tight three-piece, had great stage presence, and it was impossible not to bounce around like a fool at their shows. Besides, if the world could make room for Green Day, how could The Muffs not follow in their wake? Oh, did I mention that their first two albums were produced by the same guy who produced Dookie (Rob Cavallo), in the same era (1993-95), and for the same label (Reprise)? With the benefit of hindsight, I feel justified in saying that there was a ball and some motherfuckers dropped it. That's all.

From Blonder And Blonder
Released 1995

"Even though the band is long-time friends with Green Day, the repetition of the formula hits a little too close for comfort. Shattuck's songs aren't quite as strong as Billie Joe's."
--Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide

In the immortal words of Gob Bluth, "COME ON!" I think Erlewine has some perceptive observations throughout AMG, but this isn't one of them. The dual insinuation here is that Green Day got stupid big because of some mysterious, McRibby quality to Billie Joe Armstrong's songwriting, the lack of which simultaneously doomed The Muffs. Caucasian, please.

Photo by Shiki-jitsu
I like Green Day well enough and have no problem admitting their songs are catchy as shit. That they got huge isn't all that surprising. But, lots of bands write catchy songs and don't get popular because ... well, no one knows. For every band that blows up, another hundred don't, and if the music industry could've ever figured out exactly why they wouldn't be busy feasting on their own organs. But, Billie Joe's songs, for all their earworminess, aren't appreciably stronger than Kim's songs. I mean, we're talking about simple, 3-4 chord, power-pop songs, not Steely F'ing Dan.

Green Day didn't break into the mainstream because of the subtle songwriting nuances of "Basketcase" and mixolydian modes* in "Longview." I don't think it's anymore complicated than they were the right band at the right place at the right time. And maybe I'm looking through Muff-colored glasses, but I think "On And On," "Sad Tomorrow," and probably 20 other Muffs songs are as good as anything in the GD catalog, but the band just didn't take. It happens. But, that doesn't mean you can't get your Muff on now. In fact, if you don't, my cousin Kiyomi is gonna kick you in the junk, and I'm pretty sure you don't want that.

* I don't actually think there are mixolydian modes in "Longview," but I couldn't pass up the old-time Beatles reference. I'm charming like that.

Oh, Nina
Recorded 2005ish

Kim Shattuck leads the band through another jam from Blonder And Blonder, simultaneously rockin' the cute pigtails and the pantheonic Joan Jett howl. As usual, Barnett and McDonald are totally locked in on punk rock rhythm section. This clip is actually part of a show called "Bitchin' Ass," which has a hilarious theme song, and stars Steve and Jeff McDonald of Redd Kross and Anna Waronker of That Dog. Speaking of which, Roy McDonald actually came to The Muffs from fellow should've-been-biggers, Redd Kross, but is somehow not related to Steve and Jeff, despite the same surname.

UJBOD L-R: Andrew McKeag (lead/rhythm guitar), Dave Jass (rhythm/lead guitar), mystery drummer, George Viduarri (bass, pornstache)

You're forgiven if you've never heard of Uncle Joe's Big Ol' Driver, although I have discussed them before. They existed only briefly, roughly 1992-95, first in San Diego and then in Seattle. UJBOD only had two albums to their name, the self-titled from 1994 and their swan song, Chick Rock, from 1995. Here's a taste:

From Chick Rock
Released 1995
Lead vocals: Andrew McKeag

From Chick Rock
Released 1995
Lead vocals: Dave Jass
Harmony vocals: Andrew McKeag

For a band with a three-year lifespan, you wouldn't think Uncle Joe's would make much of an impact. But, when you combine their love of '70s rock and punk, and a blistering juggernaut of a live show, they were my bridge between classic 'Mats and Soul Asylum on one side and Slobberbone and Grand Champeen on the other. Seriously, I cannot overestimate how much fun these guys were live. I pitied any band that had the misfortune to follow them because they kicked out the MFing jams.

Possible Driving Song
Red Room
Interstellar Overdrive riffage
Recorded January 23, 2009

Coincidentally, this set was recorded almost 3 years ago for the 20th anniversary of San Diego's venerable Casbah nightclub. Again, a 20 year anniversary. I think we should take a step back and appreciate the fact that The Casbah, Bottom of the Hill, Fastbacks, Muffs, and UJBOD are still around to remind us why perseverance and determination matters. Maybe we're older, maybe we're a little slower, but if we stick around long enough, who knows? Maybe we find out that we somehow made a difference. For example, who else has the background and moxie to celebrate these great, overlooked bands? Exactly.

"I remember everything ... I remember everything ..."

Friday, October 21, 2011

Make a Wish on a Satellite

"Better to light one candle than to curse the darkness."
--Old saying

"Listen to your heart
And it'll lead you through the dark 
'Cause somewhere in you 
Burns a light lit by some eternal spark."
--New saying

Joey and Kelly Kneiser (Glossary)
Neutral Skate Supply, Murfreesboro, TN
October 4, 2011

I'd like to send this one out to a dear friend on her coughcoughieth birthday. Shot just a few weeks ago at a hometown in-store, it's Joey and Kelly Kneiser of Glossary performing an acoustic duet on "Some Eternal Spark." You can hear this tune in slightly gussied up form on the band's new album, Long Live All Of Us (see below). At heart, though, this is a stripped-down country song with just a few moving parts: 3-4 chords, a simple melody, beautiful harmonies, nothing to hide behind. That piercing, stark beauty is one of the main reasons I love this band.

Like so many great country songs (several of which are already Joey's), it's about loss and hope and the distance in-between. It's about pain and the possibility of redemption. In other words, it's a love song. "The only thing I truly own, I can never touch or hold/No, it's buried in this body waiting for its day to go on home." That's as succinct a description of love as you're gonna find and I guarantee you, a thousand shitty songwriters would gladly stab a drifter in the neck to come up with that line. And it doesn't matter if the love is for your mama, your daughter, or maybe the first person you ever loved and never stopped loving ("a straight line will take you right back to where it all began"). In the end, your life comes down to a choice. Do you curse the darkness and wallow in your misery or do you light a candle with some eternal spark?


Listen to your heart
Lead you through the dark
Somewhere the moon
Burns like a candle lit by some eternal spark

Ain't nowhere to run or to go
The Earth's a giant sphere I know
And a straight line will take you right back to where it all began

So make a wish on a satellite and hold it close
‘Cause you know the stars all died a long time ago
And I've seen the Northern lights
But you make the South seem bright
So come on let me get you alone

We all got a hole to fill
Some try and try and it's empty still
I guess the blues, baby, the blues
Are just you crying somewhere down inside

If this is all we ever get
I'll learn to live with it without regret
Make the sweet a little sweeter
The pain a little easier to bear

And make a wish on a satellite and hold it close
‘Cause you know the stars all died a long time ago
I've seen the Northern lights
But you make the South seem bright
So come on let me get you alone

The only thing I truly own I can never touch or hold
No, it's buried in this body waiting for its day to go on home
But, listen to your heart
And it'll lead you through the dark
‘Cause somewhere in you
Burns a light lit by some eternal spark

So make a wish on a satellite and hold it close
‘Cause you know the stars all died a long time ago
I've told a thousand lies
Been lied to a thousand times
Looked up at a starry sky
And felt lucky to be alive
And I've seen the Northern lights
But you make the South seem bright
So come on let me get you alone


BUY LONG LIVE ALL OF US





PREVIOUSLY ON THE ADIOS LOUNGE

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Glossary Presents Long Live All Of Us Cinema

Y'all should know how much I love Glossary. I've posted about the band several times (click here to visit all Glossary-related posts) and last week they released their outstanding new album, Long Live All Of Us. However, preceding said release were a pair of video trailers you may not have seen. Allow me to rectify that for you.

Ladies and gents, you may know them for their soulful brand of southern roots-rock, but you probably didn't know that they arrived at this point in their careers because of their mad dance skills.

Trailer 2 (starring Bingham Barnes)
  

Trailer 3 (starring Kelly Kneiser and Todd Beene)
  

See, I automatically root for any band that can write passionate, heartfelt songs, yet also have the balls to poke a little fun at themselves. Imagine that, having a sense of humor. It's like reverse engineered Wilco. But, instead of Tweedy's pretentious, unlistenable shitstack™, Glossary gives you memorable riffs, melodies, and vocal harmonies, and you don't need to construct an intellectual Rube Goldberg device to "prove" its excellence. That's because Glossary's excellence is innate. Dig it, friends. THIS is what American music is supposed to sound like.


BUY LONG LIVE ALL OF US

Stream Album In Full + Download = $5 (via This is American Music)

CD = $10 (via Last Chance Records)

Black Vinyl = $12 (via Last Chance Records)

Limited Edition Gold Vinyl = $12 (via Last Chance Records)

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Vulture Whale: You'll Be Thanking Me Later

Vulture Whale is:

Wes McDonald - vocals, guitar, powdered wig
Les Nuby - guitar, bowchickawowwow
Keelan Parrish - bass, how low can you go?
Jake Waitzman - drums, both real and air

As the calendar turns to October and we cool down from the searing, brain-scrambling, triple-digit summer temps ("I really should've layered today, it might get down to 90."), let's take a look at an album that probably slipped through the cracks of our respective heatstrokes: Vulture Whale's Long Time Listener First Time Caller. I've written about the Whale before (see below) and this new album is one of the best releases of 2011 you probably haven't heard.


Strictly speaking, LTLFTC is also a return to form. Early last year, the band released the Bamboo You EP, which was musically in line with previous efforts, but featured McDonald inexplicably singing in a heavy, faux-British accent. While it was amusing in parts, it was also kind of annoying. I kept listening to it and thinking that the Green Day lead singer has to be rolling over in his grave. Oh, who am I kidding? We all know Billie Joe Whatshisnuts hires somebody to do his grave-rolling for him.

Photo: Liesa Cole 2011
Anyway, I say all that to say this. Long Time Listener features an acceptable level of faux-Brit vocals, along with a whole trunk full of the classic Vulture Whale sound: '70s cock rock mixed with '80s new wave. It's a strange combo of influences, best encapsulated by this list of McDonald's 10 favorite albums. The Cure and Van Halen? Mmmmm OK. However, this 21st century schizoid brew works, best illustrated by the whip-cracking leadoff track.

Vulture Whale - Devices

Straight-up swagger rock that reminds me of AC/DC. But, where the Highway to Hell was paved with Bon Scott's bad intentions, "Devices" ... and to an extent, LTLFTC as a whole ... is carried less by McDonald's singing than by the Nuby/Parrish/Waitzman power trio. Not that Wes doesn't have the leering vocals, it's just that this song is locked down by Nuby's spidery guitar work complementing the tornadic rhythm section.


Vulture Whale - Friday Night Video Fights

I've heard this tune compared to Dinosaur Jr. and I think that's fair. But, it really reminds me of that great southern rock institution, Superchunk (who've also received the Dino Jr. comparisons, and are equally apt). Take away McDonald's vocals and you're telling me that couldn't be the backing track to something off of On The Mouth or Foolish? Again, I love the push/pull dynamic of the rhythm section (for tension?), with guitar chords and minimal leads beautifully filling in the sound, and McDonald's voice riding on top. 3 minutes, in and out, this is the kind of economy more rock dudes should aim for.


Let The Drummer Get Wicked

I spend most of my time on the Lounge talking up guitarists and rhythm sections in general. But, let's give some love specifically to Vulture Whale drummer, Jake Waitzman, rockin' out here in a fierce, pitched battle at Air Drummerpalooza.



True story: Waitzman warms up before each show by punching lesser drummers in the face. Keep that in mind next time you're choosing bands for your Indie Rock Fantasy League. I also love that he chose to air drum to his own band's "Peace Out," a song that just so happens to appear on Long Time Listener First Time Caller. I'm sure most of the airdrum nerds were slapfighting each other over which Neil Peart song to use. Waitzman and his balls said, "F that." By the way, is it just me or when you hear "Peace Out" do you wonder to yourself, "I have this strange feeling that tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak somewhere in this town. If so, and I'm just spitballin' here, don't you think it's probably a good idea that I not be around?"


Buy the Damn Album Already!

I realize we live in an era when pretty much anyone younger than 30 thinks music is automatically free. So, here's my pitch on the Whale's behalf. You can stream the entire album (linked below) and decide if you like it. If you don't, no harm no foul, you'll be getting a visit from Waitzman's fists at some point in the near future.




If you do like it, you can either download it for $5 or buy an old-fashioned compact disc for $10, and that sucker comes with a free download. $10, big whoop. You were probably gonna do something stupid with that money like spend it on food for your kid. Trust me, my dad fed me with Ray Charles and Beatles records and other than periodic hallucinations, I turned out just fine. You don't hate your kid, do you?

Stream Full Album + Download = $5 (via This is American Music)
 

CD + Download = $10 (via Ol Elegante)
 

More Whale Watching

Introducing ... Vulture Whale (Adios Lounge)
 

SXSW Music: Tuesday @ Hole In The Wall (Adios Lounge)
 

SX Sam's Town Point 2011 (Adios Lounge)
 

Vulture Whale Website

Friday, September 23, 2011

Wild Flag and the Sound is What Found Us

We sing to free ourselves from the room
We love the sound, the sound is what found us
Sound is the love between me and you.
--Wild Flag, "Romance"

My previous post celebrated the music of Wild Flag ... their song "Glass Tambourine," in particular ... to show that music writing can be about actual music. I know, revolutionary concept. This time around I want to celebrate the band on a more basic level. Watching the videos below, you can hear the varying influences (the angularity of Television and Richard Hell & The Voidoids, for example), but they also look like they're having a blast. Trust me, seeing a band having fun on stage is its own reward. I've seen enough bands who look like they're fulfilling a contractual obligation and fuck that.

It's also worth mentioning that these four women produce music with bigger balls than most men. Yeah, I said it. If you're a dude and think you and your favorite band can outrock the Flag, you know the rules. Pony up and ride.



Live at Mellow Johnny's Bike Shop (SXSW)
Austin, TX
March 16, 2011




Live at the IFC Crossroads Theater (SXSW)
Austin, TX
March 19, 2011




Live at Johnny Brenda's
Philadelphia, PA
March 6, 2011

FYI, "Glass Tambourine" is actually the last song in a 4-song video, but I cut straight to it because Mary Timony brings the full metal jacket. Why mess around?

Monday, September 19, 2011

The Crystal Song of Wild Flag

Wild Flag elevating their game
Photo: Jason Quigley

There's an old saying about music writing, usually attributed to Frank Zappa or Elvis Costello, that goes, "Writing about music is like dancing about architecture." In researching this further, it seems that Elvis got the quote from, of all people, comedian Martin Mull. Mull's full quote was, "Writing about music is like dancing about architecture. It's a really stupid thing to want to do."

Aside from any inherent stupidity, let alone the dancing part of the equation, there's a reason why this quote would gain traction. Most music writing is terrible. Much of it sounds like straight copy-and-paste from publicist one sheets and I know this because I used to get those one sheets. In a way, this is a forgivable sin because I can just chalk it up to laziness and the cost of doing business with the music industry. It's silly to expect a 150-word album review to revolutionize your way of looking at said album. In theory it can, but if it doesn't, no one should be surprised.


LISTEN TO THE MUSIC, TO THE MUSIC

A more fundamental problem with music writing is that much of it isn't really about music. Usually it's about lyrics or a meta-narrative about subjective intent and meaning. If the music is addressed at all, it's usually as a way to establish genre identification. We might get a passing mention of the various players, but the instrumentalists are bit players who merely frame the songwriter's thematic concerns. There's also a tendency for music writing to really be about celebrity and what a given artist has overcome to gain a foothold in the public's imagination. In other words, music is simply a conduit for telling a narrative of perseverance in a male-dominated industry or how the singer overcame poverty to become an American success story. All of which may be true and inspiring, but it's not about music.

At the risk of underthinking this, I think the reason so much music writing is not about music is because most writers don't get music, at least in the fundamental way good music writing requires. They're probably not musicians and I don't mean professionally. Any amateur (raises own hand) who has picked guitars with another person knows there's a level of communication required to make the resulting music harmonious, and without that communication you have fucking noise ... and not in the calculated Sonic Youth sense of noise. I wouldn't say playing an instrument is necessary to good music writing, but it helps.

Photo: Jessica Amaya via Brooklyn Vegan

BEFORE IT PASSES YOU BY

At this point, I should add that I'm not talking about musicians writing technically for musicians. A professional musician writing in Guitar Player knows that his/her audience will be other guitarists. The article will sound like a mechanic talking about a fuel injection system because that's what it's supposed to sound like. The average reader may get some of this (raises own hand), but by and large it will be way too technical, and may as well be in another language. Which, of course, it is.

No, what I'm talking about is music writing for the popular culture, and this gets us back to the lyrics problem. Why is so much music writing about lyrics? I think the answer is deceptively simple. Most music writers write about lyrics because that's what they know, and there's really no cultural incentive to write more deeply about music. We're inundated with what Bill Friskics-Warren calls "logocentrism," the primacy of words over everything else. In high school we're taught to extrapolate meaning from poems and books and we're simultaneously taught that pop music (rock and hip-hop, e.g.) is poetry set to music. Meanwhile, unless we specifically take a music class, we have no relationship with music beyond the utterly superficial. So, words win. Lyrics win. Music is merely backdrop to the meta-narrative.

Photo: Kris Krüg via Backstage Rider

I say all this because I recently read an interview with two members of Wild Flag that perfectly addresses how great music gets made. FYI, Wild Flag is a new group featuring guitarist/vocalist, Carrie Brownstein, and drummer/vocalist, Janet Weiss, from Sleater-Kinney, guitarist/vocalist, Mary Timony, from Helium, and keyboardist/vocalist, Rebecca Cole, who played drums and keys in The Minders. Brownstein and Timony were interviewed for The Onion's AV Club and were asked about their song "Glass Tambourine," which goes a little something like this:

Wild Flag - Glass Tambourine (single version) [buy]

Now, here's the excerpt from that Onion interview:
AVC: "Glass Tambourine" has several discrete sections. Was that one that got pieced together that way?

MT: That was one where I had written a little song, and then I brought it in and it morphed into this thing so much better than if it had stayed in my realm. Especially when we play it live, it's really fun, because you don't know what's going to happen. There's kind of a map of what happens here and there, but you never really know what's going to happen with anybody. Carrie and Janet have a thing going on where they're kind of jamming. I kinda just like fill holes. I actually don't really know what's going on. It's kind of an experiment every night. I feel a little bit out of control, because I'm always messing with this flanger pedal. I get it to make this crazy siren sound by overdriving it. It really is like I don't know if it's going to work sometimes.

AVC: Was there a Wild Flag song that came together in a particularly effective way, that made you think, "Yeah, this could be a band"?

CB: The first single that we put out, "Glass Tambourine" and "Future Crimes" -- which we've re-recorded in a way that I much, much prefer -- I feel like those are the two sides of Wild Flag. "Future Crimes" is a much more succinct, disjointed pop song that has elements of pop, but also has this emotional through-line. It's also very straightforward. And then "Glass Tambourine," which showcases each of our capabilities. One of the reasons we love being in this band is that all four of us can sing. I'm playing with a guitar player that's far more accomplished than me. There are moments where each of us can pull back and let somebody else push. It's being able to play with those dynamics that none of us were able to do before. Mary was always the lead singer and guitarist in her bands, so she had to be singing and soloing and playing all the time, from beginning to end. There's never a moment where you can just, "Ah, I'm just going to play a chord, you do the heavy lifting." Or Mary and I can both stop playing, and Janet and Rebecca can play. Rebecca plays bass keys, so we don't always have to worry about the low end. I think "Glass Tambourine" embodied the places in Wild Flag where we feel very free.
I enjoy the explanation of both songs and sure, it helps that I like the songs themselves. But, the breakdown of "Glass Tambourine" is intriguing in that it gets into the guts of how good music actually gets made. And I mean made in a developmental sense. On one level, creating music has a mysterious, ephemeral quality ("You never really know what's going to happen with anybody."), but any band worth a damn knows the strengths and weaknesses of its various members ("I'm playing with a guitar player that's far more accomplished than me."). How do they play to the strengths? Alternately, how do they avoid the weaknesses?

Photo: Kris Krüg via Backstage Rider

One hallmark of bad music, especially when made by decent musicians, is the kitchen sink problem. (Actually, I call it the Wilco problem, but I don't want a bunch of dudes with beards and fresh tats to inundate my mailbox with passive-aggressiveness). Anyway, the "kitchen sink problem" is this tendency for modern bands to show off their Pro Tools bag of tricks by inundating our earholes with a million different sonic curveballs. It's cacophonous jackoffery and slapping some sort of avant-rock label on it doesn't make it any less shitty. What I love about "Glass Tambourine" is that there's a lot going on and yet there's a lot of space for the members of Wild Flag to move around ("There are moments where each of us can pull back and let somebody else push. It's being able to play with those dynamics that none of us were able to do before.").

IF YOU DON'T LOSE IT, YOU'RE GONNA USE IT

The song kicks off with a huge riff, then settles into a fairly laid back pop vibe (the harmony vocals and tambourine, presumably not made of glass, help promote said vibe). Weiss' drums then kick it up a notch (:38), but it's still basically a pop song. The song takes a noticeable shift toward the awesome at 2:37. Everything drops out except pretty vocal harmonies ("Glass tambourine, glass tambourine...") and what sounds like a bass takes off on some sort of McCartney-esque mission of awesome. Except that Wild Flag doesn't have a bassist ("Rebecca plays bass keys, so we don't always have to worry about the low end."), so whether it's bass keys, a drop-tuned guitar, or an undercover bass, it's funky, it's poppy, and it totally rocks. By the time Weiss comes back in at 2:54, "Glass Tambourine" has evolved into a different version of the same badass song. Honestly, it reminds me of late '60s Kinks, which is about as good a compliment as I can deliver.

But wait, there's more.


I'm not sure if it's Timony or Brownstein, but at 3:26, a gnarly guitar solo kicks in, spitting out chunks of lesser guitar players, and taking the song to yet another level. Weiss rumbles underneath as she's wont to do, no doubt waiting for her cue to step it up. That cue is at 3:42, when what has been a song-long build moves into its climactic phase. Timony's reference to her flanger pedal ("I get it to make this crazy siren sound by overdriving it.") manifests itself between 4:20-4:40, at which time the Wild Flag assault vehicle glides into its smooth outro.

THE BLACK LULLABY

So, what have we learned today? Hopefully, that bad music writing is a choice, not an inevitability. Maybe it's just me, but I don't think writing about music is anymore difficult than writing about anything else, it just requires talent and will. In other words, it doesn't have to be dancing about architecture. It should seek to engage and challenge the reader to hear music in a different way. We all like what we like, but an effective music writer can get you to reconsider your opinions and might even inspire you to be a better listener. That can't be a bad thing, can it

Visit the Wild Flag page at Merge Records

Buy Wild Flag's music

Sunday, September 11, 2011

I Had a Slight Diversion ... But I'm Back

L-R: Lincoln Gordon, Pat Lloyd, Derv Gordon, John Hall & Eddy Grant

Thanks to the king of southwest Georgia and This Is American Music big queso, Corey Flegel, for inspiring today's post. We were chatting a few days ago about the new Glossary album, Long Live All Of Us, and he made reference to The Equals, of whom I was sadly ignorant. I soon discovered they were a '60s/'70s English band led by Eddy Grant, later of "Electric Avenue" fame. In fact, when Eddy formed the band in 1965, they were the first multi-racial rock 'n' roll band in England, predating both The Jimi Hendrix Experience and The Foundations by about a year. How did I not know any of this?!?! My ignorance astounds me sometimes.

The Equals had a UK #1 with "Baby, Come Back," best seen in this 1968 video featuring Eddy as a black proto-Ziggy, I shit you not. However, for anyone around my age (42) they're probably best known for originally recording "Police On My Back," twelve years before The Clash covered it on Sandinista! Not surprisingly, the one Equals song to jump out and smack me upside the head is clearly in the spirit of "Police."

The Equals - Diversion [buy]

Released in 1973, "Diversion" sounds like it's part Muscle Shoals, part Bowie (again), and yet seems to hint at the coming punk explosion. It also sounds exactly what I love about the Reigning Sound. As a matter of fact, I'd be shocked (and stunned) if Greg Cartwright wasn't a huge fan of this song. Oh, who am I kidding? He probably owns three different import versions of the 45.

"I had a slight diversion, but I'm back, I'm back, I'm back!"