Thursday, February 09, 2006

my man Jarvis

From the BBC, when the Monkeys' record became the fastest number one in British history....

Pulp singer Jarvis Cocker, who is also from Sheffield, told the BBC the Arctic Monkeys' success was a lesson for the music industry. Jarvis Cocker said Arctic Monkeys' success was 'real' "I think it's very important because they've done it without trying," he said. "The only reason people have got into it [the music] is because they've listened to it and they like it, so it's something real. "I guess all the music industry will probably think 'how can we emulate that or what can we do?' "I think there's nothing they can do about it because it's something that has happened naturally, there's no way to apply spin doctorism to it." Arctic Monkeys easily beat Richard Ashcroft's latest album Keys To The World which sold 75,000 copies - a total that would have normally guaranteed the top spot.

*Also, the Grammys were...awesome (for the most part) last night. Madonna and Gorillaz opening the show was a brilliant move. Alica Keys and Stevie Wonder's (seemingly) impromptu rendition of "Higher Ground" for victims of Katrina, for Coretta Scott King... was amazing and so needed. Sly fucking Stone came out of his hermit's shell for the first time in 13 years. He was bizarre (true, he had a kick ass mohawk) and he barely sang. But, shit, he's 61 years old and it was pretty killer (he is so funky and brilliant and is so the basis for Prince, man) to see him up there in such a celebratory atmosphere.

Oh, and um, how 'bout Bruuuuuce?! Singing the only anti-war song of the night and then actually saying, "Bring 'em home"? Thank you. And, pretty wonderful tribute to "Wicked Pickett" with the great finale, singing "In the Midnight Hour" with Sam Moore (of Sam and Dave fame). Way to show The Many Sides of Bruce, my man.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

how can you tell?


I can!

(not really, but I really dig Pollock!)
It happened to my when I was in New York for the first time. At MOMA. It happened again, when I went for the second time.

I want another time, too. I want to be blown away by art that I had ignorantly, prematurely dissmissed. I want to fall in love with New York again, too.

I'm going again. Did I tell you? End of March or April.


Doubts Cast on a Trove of Supposed Pollocks
By
RANDY KENNEDY

Check it!

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

let's spend...some time together


The Stones still rule.

Read what Paul said. He's got it right, as usual.

Also, chekc out this shit from NME. It bothered me. Goddamn Janet Jackson. (not really, it's more like FUCK THE NEO-CONS. right.) Hmm, on that note, I have to say the Stones' latest album, "A Bigger Bang" is amazing, really. "Rough Justice" is one of the best, later-day Stones' rockers that just sounds so much like them 30 years ago and fresh somehow: really sexy feel/lyrics (Mick singing, "I know you still got that an-i-mal attraction to me," Raaaaaaaarrr), great, classic Keef riff and it... rocks.

And, check the lyrics for "Sweet Neo-Con":

You call yourself a Christian
I think that you're a hypocrite
You say you are a patriot I think that you're a crock of shit
And listen now, the gasoline I drink it every day
But it's getting very pricey
And who is going to pay
How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con....
Yeah It's liberty for all
'Cause democracy's our style
Unless you are against us
Then it's prison without trial
But one thing that is certain
Life is good at Haliburton
If you're really so astute
You should invest at Brown & Root....
Yeah How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con
If you turn out right
I'll eat my hat tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.... It's getting very scary
Yes, I'm frightened out of my wits
There's bombers in my bedroom
Yeah and it's giving me the shits
We must have lots more bases
To protect us from our foes
Who needs these foolish friendships
We're going it alone
How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con
Where's the money gone
In the Pentagon
Yeah ha ha ha ....

Friday, February 03, 2006

The Day The Music Died or Can Music Save Your Mortal Soul?

R.I.P. Buddy, Ritchie and J.P.
Your music (and your deaths) helped change the world of music and culture.


"American Pie" was one of the very first songs I ever learned all the words to (I was about 10 or 11 years old). I had it on cassete and I thought I was so fucking cool. Only later to find out at certain school dances that it was mocked as sappy-crap and no one my age even knew what the song was about. (Check the Straight Dope's take on the whole thing.)
Sad. Looking back on my adolescent years, clearly they were the losers and I am just so damn cool. (Note the tone. Please.)
During that same time I completely got into the movie "La Bamba" and cried whenever I saw it.

Then I started listening to the music of Buddy Holly. (After learning how the Beatles got their name, I had to check out the Man and His Crickets.)

It blew me away. That strange way of singing-stuttering phrases. That thick, solid rock guitar sound--and that piano! He sounded like the basis of every rock or pop song I had ever heard or loved before. And I couldn't get over the simple fact that his music, all of his music, had been written and recorded pre-1959. Almost all of his and the Crickets' songs are just two minutes long (some are under!) but in those couple of moments you have rebellious rock, strings-drenched love pleas, or simply the influence of everyone from the Stones to the Pixies.

Still makes me sad to think about their deaths. Holly was just so goddamn ahead of his time and look at what all three of them could have done if would they could have lived longer...

Valens (unbelievably only 17 at the time of the plane crash), was called the "first Chicano rock star"--he helped pave the way for Latinos (as well was other minorities) in the pop culture mainstream. And, when I hear "C'mon Let's Go," by him I still get goosebumps, and it sounds like perfect pop---it's almost timeless. And how about the Link Wray-worthy-opening guitar riff of "La Bamba" or the simple fact that the entire song was in Spanish and it was a massive North American hit?

As for the Big Bopper--a DJ turned rock star (how inspiring is that?), his: "Helloooooo Bay-bhay!!" is one of the most joyous phrases in rock for me. (My dad likes to use this when leaving me voice mail messages. I love it.)


From bbc.co.uk
1959: Buddy Holly killed in air crash


Three young rock 'n' roll stars have been killed in a plane crash in the United States.

Buddy Holly, 22, Jiles P Richardson - known as the Big Bopper - 28, and Ritchie Valens, 17, died in a crash shortly after take-off from Clear Lake, Iowa at 0100 local time.

The pilot of the single-engined Beechcraft Bonanza plane was also killed. Early reports from the scene suggest the aircraft spun out of control during a light snowstorm. Only the pilot's body was found inside the wreckage as the performers were thrown clear on impact. Holly hired the plane after heating problems developed on his tour bus.

All three were travelling to Fargo, North Dakota, the next venue in their Winter Dance Party Tour
Holly had set up the gruelling schedule of concerts - covering 24 cities in three weeks - to make money after the break-up of his band, The Crickets, last year.

Recorded life

Born Charles Hardin Holley - changed to Holly after a misspelling on a contract - he had several hit records, including a number one, in the US and UK with That'll be the Day in 1957.
A singer and guitarist, he was inspired by Elvis Presley after seeing him at an early concert in his home town of Lubbock, Texas.
With Presley serving in the Army, some critics expected Holly to take over his crown.
Richard Valenzuela was the first Mexican American to break into mainstream music, after being discovered by record producer Bob Keane, who changed his name to Ritchie Valens.
He had made three albums and achieved a number two chart position in the US with his composition Donna - about his girlfriend - in 1958.
His rock 'n' roll re-working of the traditional Mexican song La Bamba - on the B-side of Donna - has also received acclaim.
The Big Bopper had been a record-breaking radio DJ - with a 122-hour marathon stint - and reached number six in the American charts with his record Chantilly Lace.


check the stiff, but cool side bar:
In Context

Buddy Holly and, to a lesser extent, Ritchie Valens became musical legends.
Don McLean immortalised the tragedy with his 1972 hit American Pie.
Holly is often described as the most influential of the early rock 'n' roll musicians, and has been cited as such by John Lennon and Paul McCartney of the Beatles.
His producer Norman Petty released demo tracks Holly recorded before his death.
Various re-workings and compilation albums have appeared in the years since.
Holly was commemorated in the musical Buddy which opened in London in 1986.
Mexican American group Los Lobos achieved a hit with La Bamba when they collaborated on the 1987 film of the same name, a biography of Ritchie Valens.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

I keep having dreams that I am in Mexico

and I’ve never been there.

Disconcerting and disappointing:
I tried downloading Maureen Dowd’s column in podcast form from the New York Times’ website. I don’t know why, since I always make time to read it, la, la, la.

So, I downloaded yesterday’s column and first of all, it’s not her reading it which really cheesed me off. Should I have been surprised? I really was disappointed; I thought that was the main attraction... But I’m probably just naive. Instead it was this really boring, dry MPR sounding woman that made me so annoyed I had to cut it short. Also, I realized that it was sacrilegious to have a Maureen column "read to me"-- like a child. It shouldn’t be read aloud. It is completely meant to be read in your head. Maybe you imagine her voice, if you know it (a voice that I have grown to love) or maybe you just appreciate the written word and you like the way the ink looks. I do.

Also, a note about fucking maddening MPR talking heads or journalists or whatever (sacred cows, my ass). AUGH. Stop saying "DOUBLE YOUUU"it makes me and Jessica CRAZY. I actually have been weaning myself off of listening to it in the a.m. because I realized it was totally dragging me down and making me dreary. I had to cut that loose and listen to some Good Morning Music like: Oasis, The Dubliners and Le Tigre.

Things to look forward to in the near future:

the weekend
BRMC at the Varsity next week
Bruce, Madonna and Gorillaz on the Grammys
"Munich"
Spring* (!?)
New albums from Richard Ashcroft and that one British band with the 19-year-olds.

*I just keep wishing it was spring and it was rainy and warm and awesome outside. Or maybe just 1979 London and I was living with Paul Simonon and having his baby.

This song is mega in my head for several reasons. I dedicate my thoughts to my friends who have been Culture Shocked.

Safe European Home
Jones/Strummer

Well I just got back an’ I wish I never leave now (where’d you go?)
Who dat Martian arrival at the airport yeah? (Where’d you go?)
How many local dollars for a local anaesthetic? (Where’d you go?)
The Johnny on the corner was very sympathetic (where’d you go?)
I went to the place where every white face is an invitation to robbery
An’ sitting here in my safe European home
I don’t wanna go back there again

Wasn’t I lucky and wouldn’t it be loverly? (Where’d you go?)
Send us all cards, and have a lay in on Sunday (where’d you go?)
I was there for two weeks, so how come I never tell (where’d you go?)
That natty dread drinks at the Sheraton Hotel yeah? (Where’d you go?)
I went to the place where every white face is an invitation to robbery
An’ sitting here in my safe European homeI don’t wanna go back there again

They got the sun and they got the palm tress (where’d you go?)
They got the weed, and they got the taxies (where’d you go?)
Whoa, the harder they come, n’ the home of ol’ Bluebeat (where’d you go?)
Yes I’d stay and be a tourist but can’t take the gun play (where’d you?)
I went to the place where every white face is an invitation to robbery
An’ sitting here in my safe European home
I don’t wanna go back there again
Yeah?
Rudie come from Jamaica Rudie can’t fail
.....
Rudie come European home
Twenty Four Track European home
Yes he come and yes he go knows what Rudie knows