Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Friday, March 26, 2021

Surprised by The Boss


It's no surprise that rock legend Bruce Springsteen has a way with words, thoroughly demonstrated in his autobiography, Born to Run. That's not my normal genre, so I can't say whether he uses "the standard moves" of biographies/autobiographies. Nor am I a major Springsteen fan. Sometimes when reading details about a particular song, I'd stop reading and ask Alexa to play it. I heard some good (new to me) music that way. 

I was surprised by the obvious care Springsteen uses when talking about fallouts with people in his past. Far from a "tell-all," this book showcases relationships that worked and those that foundered during his early life and his career to this point. When relationships have succeeded, he gives heartfelt, specific praise. When they've broken or ended, by death or circumstances, he tempers his praise with acknowledgment of his own role in the problems the relationship suffered, and often with regret. Rather than tiptoeing around the truth, Springsteen sounds like someone willing to leave out the gory details, place responsibility, and own his contributions to a difficult situation. 

I was surprised by Springsteen's introspection. I'd never thought about his inner life, and I suppose I assumed that someone who performs in public would be extroverted and egocentric. He's candid about his bouts of depression. He's also candid about his extended time in therapy. It sure seems like it's helped him. 

I was surprised by how driven Springsteen is. He's up-front about his relentless desire to pursue music, to make money at it, to improve his songwriting, to retain control, and to select good people to join him in his pursuit. He's definitely sacrificed to be where he is today. A theme of "we had to make rent, so we talked X into letting us play at his local bar for $1 per person" runs through the early years. Ditto themes of "I knew that in my next band I would need the final say in all decisions" and "to offer something of value I had to work on my songwriting because my voice isn't that great." From where he started to where he is now, I'd say he's worked as hard and as strategically as any Fortune 500 CEO. It's no wonder they call him The Boss. 

Excerpt:

Youth and death have always been an intoxicating combination for the myth makers left amongst the living. And dangerous, even violent, self-loathing has long been an essential ingredient in the fires of transformation. When the "new self" burns to life, the twins of great control and recklessness are immutably linked. It's what makes life interesting. The high tension between these two forces often makes a performer fascinating and fun to watch, but also a white-cross highway marker. Here, many who've come this way have burned out hard or died. The rock death cult is well loved and chronicled in literature and music, but in practice, there ain't much in it for the singer and his song, except a good life unlived, lovers and children left behind, and a six-foot-deep hole in the ground. The exit in a blaze of glory is bullshit.

Now, if you're not one of the handful of musical revolutionaries -- and I was not -- you naturally set your sights on something different. In a transient field, I was suited for the long haul. I had years of study behind me; I was physically built to endure and by disposition was not an edge dweller. I was interested in what I might accomplish over a lifetime of music making, so assumption number one is you are going to keep breathing. In my business, the above case studies prove, no matter who you are, that's not as easy as it sounds. 

Note: This book counts toward the Mount TBR Reading Challenge and the Color Coded Reading Challenge.

Monday, March 22, 2021

Can You Imagine?

I'm not a big fan of biographies, autobiographies, or memoirs. As a general rule, I take my art as I find it, having discovered in the past that "seeing behind the curtain" can be disappointing. Art may be inextricably tied to the experiences of the artist, but that doesn't mean I want to know all the intimate details about what sort of person he or she is. 

However, once in a while I'll dip into something in that genre that I think will be special. Neil Young's memoir, Waging Heavy Peace, was one such occasion and I am glad I took the plunge. I enjoyed hearing Neil's insights and stories; it was like getting a letter from your favorite "out there" friend. There were lots of enjoyable and interesting moments, but this story alone was worth the reading: 

One day when Young was down with the flu, he was playing around on his guitar. The guitar was tuned to a rather unusual tuning and  . . . almost before he knew it, he'd written "Cinnamon Girl." Then he changed the tuning to another he liked to work in, and a little bit later, he'd written "Down by the River." Another tuning change, a little more playing time, and "Cowgirl in the Sand" was also written. He attributes this incredible burst of creativity to the semi-delirious state produced by the flu.  

But seriously? Can you imagine having three great songs like those on your resume -- and having written them in one sitting? Flu or not, the mind boggles.   

Monday, November 26, 2018

Back from Reality

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Lucky me! I spent Thanksgiving on a houseboat on the St. Johns River!

Sixty-three feet of floating home-away-from-home gave the 8 of us plenty of space (although the sleeping quarters were a tad cozy), including a front deck, a back deck, an upper deck, a bath and half, and a kitchen that was big enough for a lot of cooks and the usual turkey and sides, plus 3 kinds of pie.

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We anchored out on the river two nights and spent the other night docked at a state park. Kayaking, hiking, and music jamming kept everyone busy. Only one person did any Black Friday shopping! I got in a lot of reading time, which was like heaven for me.

There was plenty of time for reflection, too.

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We saw lots of birds, a few snakes while hiking, and on the last morning we had a very special visitor: a manatee! We think he/she was enjoying the warm water from our generator, because we've had some cool nights and the river water is also cooling. What a treat to see this placid, friendly marine mammal up close! 

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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Possibilities Are Endless

Do you ever see or hear something that makes your mind expand like a loaf of bread rising?

Get ready to feel that feeling. There are so many applications of this simple, brilliant idea.

Enjoy!

(It has a surprising alternative ending, too. Wait for it.)




Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Younger Than Ever

I celebrated my birthday last month and as usual, made a point of buying myself some presents, or at least planning to buy myself some presents.

Traditionally, I buy myself presents like getting the car detailed. Normally I'm not very motivated to spend money on that, but between my birthday and Christmas, at least it gets done twice a year.  It's the Phyllis Diller approach, applied to the car:  "You make the beds, you wash the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again."

Anyway, purely as an impulse buy, I signed up for Merchbox, which has been described as a "music subscription for physical objects," hoping to salve my recent lack of musical awareness. Without any indie radio around here, I have been relying on Spotify for music, but that doesn't help when I'm driving.

Merchbox came to my attention at the perfect time, combining the ideas of musical upgrade and birthday present. I was also charmed by the idea of getting a tangible, surprising present in the mail every month, chosen (more or less) especially for me by someone who knows what they're doing.  That I have to pay a few bucks for it doesn't matter too much.

My impulsive decision was confirmed by the e-mail exchange I had with the proprietor when I signed up. Asked to give my age and my three favorite bands, I expressed some dismay at being solidly over 50 and liking Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Counting Crows and Red Hot Chili Peppers. I described myself as desperately needing a musical update.

Merchbox Mike approved of my choices and kindly and cleverly told me that "53 is the new 25, FYI."

That's when I knew I'd made the right decision.

Yesterday the goodies arrived. Today, thanks to two CDs, a koozie from a band nobody I know has ever heard of (yet), and a matchbox packet of lemony soap papers from the You Smell soap company, I'll be ready for my annual Fourth of July beer, and I'll sound and smell 25.


Friday, October 22, 2010

Random Reports

Too much going on for a coherent post right now . . . so just bits and pieces.

I saw the Prairie Home Companion simulcast Thursday night and it was worth every cent of the $23.00 theatre ticket. It was such fun to see what everyone looked like and realize who does which voices in the various skits, not to mention seeing how all those marvellous sound effects are generated. AND they included lots of English major jokes, the kind of clever humor I can't get enough of. (If you aren't a fan of the show you will have no idea what I'm talking about. Sorry.)

The musical guests (Old Crow Medicine Show, Joe Ely, Sara Watkins and Andra Suchy) were simply outstanding, brimming with the kind of effortless talent that made me yearn to have dedicated my life to the fiddle, the piano, or even the harmonica over 40 years ago so I could be really good by now.

The show was so enjoyable I'm glad it will be broadcast on the radio twice this weekend. I will probably listen both times. Other people must have liked it, too, because there will be an encore theatre showing on Monday. If you visit the website you can find a theatre near you. Again, well worth the bucks.

Just finished listening to the Yankees lose to the Rangers, complete with the satisfaction of a big fat K for A-Rod as the final out. Gosh, I love it when the Yankees lose. I just can't help myself. (In fairness, my beloved Red Sox didn't even make the post-season. But hey, it doesn't make me love them any less.)

Also struggling with the straightforward but still disturbing need to properly report a student who is blatantly plagiarizing papers in a humanities graduate program. I'm only the writing coach, not the professor, so I have to tread lightly. But I definitely must take action. Ugh! Why, why, why does academic dishonesty seem to be a reasonable alternative for some people?

To make matters worse, the source of the stolen material is Wikipedia! So it isn't even high-quality plagiarism, which you would kind of expect from a graduate student, you know? Doubly offensive. And vaguely insulting.

On that note . . . Off to dreamland, and not a moment too soon.

Friday, May 21, 2010

The Right Way to Talk About Jail

(C.S. will probably wish he hadn't read this post, but what the heck?)

You might not expect it of me, but I am quite a fan of country music. I think it's because my musical teeth were cut on Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, The Eagles, James Taylor, and Jimmy Buffet, and country music is about the closest thing to that sound you'll get these days. Or a heck of a lot closer than hip hop, you know?

It could also have to do with my college friend who introduced me to Merle Haggard and David Allan Coe. My otherwise quite normal friend used to bring the house down at every campus talent show with his straight-up version of "Okie from Muskogee." This was during the disco era and I still can't figure out why everybody loved it so.

Anyway, if you're not a fan, I beg you, give it a try with this humorous sample of what country music is all about. (If the music drives you crazy in short order, skip forward to 1:19 and just listen to the talking and the final verse. Also keep your eyes open for a shot of Mr. Coe's sequined cowboy boots.)

Okay, all set?

You might not expect it of NPR, either, but as part of their new determination to be more hip (has anyone else noticed this?), they recently interviewed the lovely and talented Elizabeth Cook, who hails from my neck of the woods and has the twangiest Southern ack-seynt I have heard in a long, long time. She is intelligent and articulate and clearly a deeply feeling person. You can listen to the interview here. I particularly like the way she makes her daddy's time in the slammer sound like a poker hand.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Mixed Review

I suppose you already know that Bob Dylan has a Christmas album out. Much as I enjoy Dylan in small doses, this is a concept I have trouble getting my mind around. The man can write a song, for sure. But the thought of a Christmas album in that distinctive voice makes my brain hurt.

Given my skeptical attitude, imagine my surprise when I found "Must Be Santa" on YouTube and actually enjoyed it. I'm a pushover for cumulative songs (I still remember one from my college days at Ye Olde Renaissance Faire) and this one has that going for it, along with a whole lot of bouncy accordion. Plus, what's not to like about a song that rhymes "Nixon" with "Vixen" in a presidents/reindeer rundown?

Clearly Dylan has a sense of humor. I suppose it's too much to ask that the man should crack a smile in his own music video. With that demeanor, as one review said, he makes "I'll Be Home for Christmas" seem more like a threat than a promise.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Eventphul Day in Philly

It seems that whenever I'm in Philadelphia, which is two or three times a summer, I encounter something that rattles the senses. A couple of years ago, while leaving the ballpark after a game, I saw a young woman punched in the jaw when she stepped in the middle of a drunken brawl involving her boyfriend. A year later, I saw a homeless woman collapse and die in front of the downtown Macy's. A couple of weeks ago, I witnessed a cruel mugging on the steps of City Hall in which a group of teenagers threw a homeless man to the sidewalk, punched him in the face, and left him bleeding as they ran off.

Then came my last trip in, when the City of Brotherly Love finally lived up to its name. By chance, I ended up on the same hotel elevator with several members of the Ohio Players, the 1970s funk outfit best known for their provocative album covers and song hits "Fire" and "Love Rollercoaster." They were in town for a concert of R&B and funk groups from the '70s.

As our rooms happened to be on the top floor of a high-rise hotel, I had just enough time to tell them my story. The Ohio Players were my first concert. It was the mid-70s, I was 15 or 16, and my buddies and I bought tickets. Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes were the warmup act.

Junie Morrison, the Ohio Players' leader and keyboardist, stood in one corner of the elevator, balanced on a fancy cane and nodding somberly at my story as we climbed to the top. I could tell he had heard it all before, some fan reminiscing about one of their long-ago shows.

But I knew what I was about to tell them would be something fresh, might give him a rise:

"I'm ashamed to admit this," I continued, "but my friends and I, thinking we might be the only whites at the show. were concerned for our personal safety. It was the South, and you have to understand that we weren't exposed to African-American culture where we lived and went to school. And so all of us decided -- out of sheer ignorance and not some deep-rooted belief -- to wear tennis shoes, just in case we had to make a run for it after the concert."

Well, Morrison and his bandmates received it as I hoped they would. They burst into such laughter that I thought the elevator cables would snap and we'd plummet the 30 some odd floors to the bottom.

I couldn't let them go, though, without asking them about the rumor going around at the time about "Love Rollercoaster." If you listen to this version of the song, you'll hear at the 2:33 mark a woman's scream in the background. The buzz in the hallways at high school was that a woman was stabbed to death during the recording of the song and that the engineers failed to dub out the unintended noise.

In fact, legend has it that the woman in question was the model who appeared on this album cover:



"That wasn't true, was it?" I asked Morrison just before we went our separate ways.

"Nah," he said, adding that the group didn't deny the rumor because it helped to sell records.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I Bet You Say That to All the Boys*

I am still piling up rejections for my article (see tally at right) but this one is definitely a step up from the usual "Thanks, anyway" form letter:

I am writing to provide the status of your article.

The members of the Law Journal Board all agreed that your article was very well-written. However, the board decided that the scope of your article is a little too narrow for the articles that the Law Journal publishes.

We apologize for the delay in our decision and encourage you to submit your article to other publications. Actually, we would love for you to submit another article to us in the future as we are very interested in your work and your writing ability.

Again, thank you for your interest in the [law journal]. We look forward to hearing from you in the future.

Even if it's a form letter, I don't care. It's a really nice one!


*Bonus points if you can identify the song introduction this phrase comes from.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Dead In Denver

No need to worry! I'm very much alive and kicking. I just couldn't resist that blog title after arriving in Denver yesterday to discover that The Dead (nee, The Grateful Dead) were in town for a concert. I'm not a huge, huge fan of the band's music, favoring alt and Brit pop over the trippy sound that the Dead puts out. But they're an American institution (even without dearly departed Dead frontman Jerry Garcia) and catching their act beat dragging myself down to the hotel bar for a nightcap before bed, which is my normal ritual the 100 some-odd nights a year baseball takes me on the road.

And, yes, as J.G. mentioned, I got to hemming and hawing about jet lag and whether I'd be able to keep my eyes open for the entire show. But she gave me a little nudge and the next thing I knew I was standing outside the arena shopping around for a ticket. By some miracle, I got my hands on a second row floor seat for $70. That's more money than I would normally think of spending on a concert (I'd prefer to sink it into a book). But, as I would soon discover, it turned out to be a major score. The folks seated around me had paid anywhere from $250 to $1,000 per seat! One guy said he traded two nights at his condo in Vail -- a $600 value -- for his ticket. They were almost sick to their stomachs when I said what mine cost. I even got to feeling a little guilty about it, since they were so into the band and I'm not. I felt undeserving, if you know what I mean.

And let me tell you, they're one diverse mix of diehards or, as they prefer to call themselves, Deadheads. The person to my right was a doctor. The guy behind me was an investment banker. There were a lot of hippies, young and old, in tie-dyed shirts. But the guy to my left was the person I chatted up the most, and not because he matter-of-factly mentioned that he was on his way to Oregon, where he planned to start a farm growing marijuana for medicinal purposes. In fact, lo and behold, he just happened to have the product with him at the concert and asked if I would like to try some. I politely refused, saying I had given it up years ago and, anyway, I wasn't feeling unwell and in need of any "medicine" right at that moment. Here's Scott, my concert buddy. He's a good ol' boy from North Carolina and the next future farmer of America:



Scott knew everything about the band, and he took me under his wing, telling me all I needed to know to better appreciate and understand the show. Take our seats, for example. We were second row, as I mentioned. But we were second row "stage left" -- an important distinction, he noted, because it afforded the best view of guitarist Warren Haynes and was the area where all his groupies sat. If you were seated on the opposite end of our row, you were stuck looking at the less popular keyboardist's back most of the night. Who knew I could be so lucky? Anyway, Haynes was not more than 20 feet in front of us:


Scott clued me in on another important insider's tip. "If you yell out your name between songs," he said, "you might be able to hear it on the recording." One can download the recordings to every Dead concert by going to their website (http://www.dead.net/), and Scott informed me that he owned every concert download from the current tour. Again, I'm not that into the band, and I remained silent so that others could yell out their names between songs in hopes of hearing them later.


When one of the dummers donned a sailor's cap, Scott noticed it instantly, elbowed me, and remarked: "You watch, they'll play "Lost Sailor." And, sure enough, he was right. Another time, as the roadies were re-arranging the stage during intermission, Scott spotted a change in instruments. "They're going to do their acoustic set!," he said, breathlessly. "They've only done it three or four times on the tour!" As usual, Scott was right on target. Acoustics it was after the break. Every time the band played a song Scott really liked, which was pretty much every single one of them, he would turn to me and, in a dreamy voice, say "Sweet."

Following the four-song acoustic arrangement, the stage lights were dimmed to near darkness as the band broke into its 15-minute "Drum and Space" segment. It was more space than drums, and Scott said he had read where the special-effect sound was actual space "noise" captured by NASA from one of Jupiter's moons. That part didn't quite add up to me, because why then was Saturn's illuminated image dangling from the rafters? But I didn't pursue the discrepancy and allowed Scott his peace as he wallowed in the sound of his mind's own universe. And, anyway, all of us snapped to attention when Haynes segued into "Happy Birthday," as it was drummer Bill Kreutzmann's 63rd.

All of the members appeared to be at least that old, and Scott made it clear he didn't care for Bob Weir's very gray mustache when he said to no one in particular: "Get rid of the castaway look, Bob." Not that we were close enough for Weir to consider the suggestion.


After the lengthy (3 1/2 hour concert) was over, we said our goodbyes. Scott, on his way to Oregon, said he intended to get on the highway that instant and drive a couple of hours before finding a motel. I wished him luck with his marijuana farm. Perhaps feeling as if he had landed a new recruit to the club of Deadheads, he shook my hand and said "You're on the bus."

To which I replied, mostly to show my appreciation: "Sweet."

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Teaser

I know C.S. will want to tell you himself but I can't resist dropping a little hint . . . . He is doing something very fun tonight, something that involves music and a last-minute ticket for a seat in the second row!

He has received plenty of advice about how to have a good time.

When he was dithering to me on the phone about whether he would be too jet lagged to stay up late tonight (and by "late," we mean midnight or so), I told him, "Good grief, don't be so middle aged!"

I also reminded him that the last time he went to a concert, he probably held up his lighter to signal an encore, but I hear people use cellphones for that now.

And when he was talking to a 20-something on the shuttle bus from the airport, the 20-something recommended he arrive at the venue early, "so you'll have time to get your groove thing on."

I haven't heard from him lately, but I bet that's what he's up to.

Friday, March 6, 2009

To Be Announced: Tour Schedule Dates



Like most teenage boys, I wanted to be a lead guitarist in a rock 'n roll band. Seeing as how that didn't happen, doing up the album (oops, did I just say "album"?) cover for the fictitious band might be as close as it ever gets for me.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

One for C.S., Too

This random album thing is just too much fun!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

My Random Album


I caught this meme from Willow at Willow Manor, who got it from Coffee Messiah, and I only cheated a little bit. Here's how it works:

1. BAND NAME: Go to Wikipedia and hit “random article,” or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random. The first article you get is the name of your band.

2. ALBUM TITLE: Go to The Quotations Page and hit "random quotations," or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3. The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your album.

3. COVER ART: Go to flickr, scroll down to "Explore"and click on “interesting uploads from the last seven days,” or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days. The third picture, whatever it is, is your album cover.

So cool. I wonder if any real CD art gets made this way?

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Good News, Bad News

First the bad. J.G.'s computer remains in sick bay and I'm your host again tonight. As usual, my day was filled with baseball and more baseball, so I'll spare you the details.

Now the good news. J.G. is very excited because she has been invited to co-author an academic paper with a law professor. She'll be working with the prof on a paper that examines our nation's oil dependency and looks at ways to wean ourselves from the addiction. Cue Robert Palmer ("You might as well face it, you're addicted to . . . oil").

Sunday, January 25, 2009

The 60s Sound




I was listening to XM radio's Channel 59 (Underground Garage) a bit ago when I was turned on by a song that sounded straight out of 1967. The group's name is The Urges. The song: Psyche Ward. I hit the record button, then searched the internet to learn more about the group. They're from Dublin, classified as Garage/Psychedelic, and had me hooked instantly. Think Eric Burdon with a touch of The Ventures. The singer does a thing with his lips that is pure Jagger. I found two of their other songs on Youtube and became even more enthralled. For your listening pleasure (or perhaps not), here's a modern band that'll take you back (if you're as old as I am) to a time when pop music was never better. Tell me what you think, at your own risk, even if you don't like it.




And if, by chance, you really, really, really like The Urges, check out this link to a live radio performance. Find them by scrolling down the archive list to Nov. 13, 2007: http://wfmu.org/playlists/TM


Peace, C.S.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Drug-Free Christmas Music

By special request: I'm pretty confident these musicians are not involved in drugs in any way. Doesn't seem to hurt their music in the least, either!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWn7HHI-rhE&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdySwrmntbc&feature=related (impish, maybe, but clean)

And last but not least: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgFIZOkIC9o&feature=related
(can't be sure, but what the heck? I'm willing to take a chance on these guys)

It's surprisingly difficult to find my favorite Christmas songs and carols sung by anyone who hasn't had at least a brush with addiction/abuse/illegals of some kind (I'm including alcohol here), at least if you can believe Wikipedia. Which makes me wonder if there's a dark side to the whole Chrismas spirit thing, at least for the artists among us.

(Confidential to C.S.: I hear Santa is still making the final decisions about who's "naughty" and who's "nice." You may want to give that some thought before you make your next comment about my choice of holiday music. Just sayin'.)

More Music for the Spirit


Try these just for fun:

Barenaked Ladies and Sarah McLachlan: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGweGgRSje4

Elvis (a/k/a "Young Elvis"): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUyuGFoiWJ0

Gotta go play Santa now and deliver some gifts. 'Tis the season for that, for sure!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

If These Don't Get You in the Spirit, You May Be Hopeless. Just My Opinion.

Miss Conduct's blog in the Boston Globe today asks about most favorite/least favorite Christmas carols, which got me thinking about my favorites and inspired a series of You Tube searches with the following results. How is it possible for two songs with exactly the same name to be so totally different AND so completely wonderful, too? It's the season of miracles, I guess. Enjoy!

Mariah Carey version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8rY0Fyws20

Vince Vance version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWAM1WBt6Po