Sunday, March 30, 2008
I will have to bust myself here - As I was writing the last post about Panorama, I was writing about how some of the mixes on the CD sounded different, whole guitar parts and key keyboard licks missing and how Warners sucked for putting out such a shitty mix and someone needed to go back and fix all of this - when I discovered the left channel is out on my equalizer. I was / am not getting anything in the left channel - which totally sucks.
However, I did discover it before posting a potentially embarrassing post requiring some quick back tracking and "Owhattajerkhiyam" chanting.
Having said that though, I still think the Cars catalog needs some of the care a re-issue on Rhino would give.
Friday, March 28, 2008
What's that sound? That's the Dallas Stars beginning their choke act for the post season a month early. 2 - 7 - 1 in their last 10? The only thing to watch for now is how far they can slide for the honors of either Detroit or San Jose whacking them in the first round. I will be shocked if they can hold onto the 5th spot in the West, especially with Minnesota, Calgary and Colorado all in a dogfight in the Northwest. But they may get a break facing Phoenix and L.A. on the road.
Warner Music Still Sucks
Although I applaud Waners for reissuing titles in the HDCD format, I just purchased the Cars Panorama [my first and still favorite] again and I find Warners is still just issuing a cheapo one fold picture and song list insert card. Not even including the lyric sheet included in the vinyl version?
Look, we've all read lost Ben Orr, what would be wrong with talking to the remaining members and uber-producer of the day Roy Thomas Baker [also known for his work on the early Queen catalog including A Night At the Opera] and get some of the tales of the songs and making the record before it's too late. Re-issue these CDs with the splash of a major catalog artists like Fleetwood fucking Mac. Sure the Cars only made 6 albums in a decade, but at least four of those albums were some of the best selling of the decade [The Cars, Candy-O, Shake It Up, Heartbeat City]. Let's show some respect.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
If a band has been around as long as the Black Crowes have been in the publics awareness, its hard to get excited about a new release. Bands staring their 20th anniversary in the face don't get buzz unless they are Rolling Stone's favorite bands like U2 and R.E.M. Now granted the Crowes have not helped their own cause over the least decade, releasing some of their poorer selling [which is not to say bad, but they did not get any significant push on radio or VH1] albums, going through a series of personnel changes and taking two years off to allow Chris Robinson [vocals] to make babies with Kate Hudson and do a couple solo records and brother Rich [guitars extraordinare] to do his own solo record, Paper, which I continue to praise as high as I praise Keith Richards' albums. And so the Crowes survive in the mainstream on the strength of their first couple of records on 'Classic Rock' radio. The Black Crowes have become like an old pair of jeans that sits in the bottom of the drawer waiting for you to put them on again. But there is an underground of fans, not unlike the Deadheads and Phish freaks who wait for tours and albums who know what the band is still capable of.
And so with little public fanfare, other than a scandal in which the bastion of musical tastemaking, Maxim Magazine, rated a whole album on the single they received causing scandal on Blogs over the world... to this fanfare the Crowes have quietly released Warpaint.
The 2008 version with drummer Steve Gorman and bassist Sven Pipien back in the fold and adding ex North Mississippi All Star Luther Dickinson on guitars and Andy MacDougall on keyboards is not the Black Crowes you recall from Shake Your Money Maker or The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion. This is no longer the struttin' stompin' starin' it cold Crowes of 1990. Warpaint finds the Crowes leaning more in the direction of the Rolling Stones Exile on Main Street for guidance than the Faces or Humble Pie. And that's a good thing.
The Crowes always know how to kick off an album and Warpaint kicks off with the first single, Goodbye Daughters of the Revolution, a kind of slower country cousin to SH&MC's Sting Me. This sets the tone of the album immediately, not too hard edged, but with some bite and the seemingly effortlessly funky groove the Crowes always had a total mastery over. Instantly recognizable as the Crowes, too. Walk Believer Walk is a harder edged seemingly one chord blues stomp [think the Stones covering Fred McDowell's You Got to Move on Sticky Fingers] with its low boiling riff and great slide work. What is Chris singing about? I don't know. Something about black shadows and demons coming and devils singing and tasting the poison in your mouth. It takes me about a dozen listens to get to understand Chris without a lyric sheet. late in the song you're aware of MacDougall's Hammond organ adding coloring chords to the swirl, something he will do wonderfully all through the record. After the bombast of Walk, we get the nice little ballad Oh Josephine, a song that would not sound out of place in The Band's catalog alongside Acadian Driftwood. Again, MacDougall adds the colors tickling along on the piano for most of the song and again some tasteful organ work on the end. And here I thought it would be replacing the almost always tasty work of Eddie Harsch. Evergreen opens with some heavy Neil Young like chords, but the band pulls back into the pocket on the verses and groove hard in the chorus; features on of the most disjointed guitar solos on a Crowes record. Wee Who See the Deep opens with the insistent riff that sounds like Chicago's 25 or 6 to 4 meets Humble Pie's Stone Cold Fever, chorus reminiscent of Greasy Grass River from Lions. Locust Street is a lilting mandolin lead ballad, a more upbeat Seeing Things without that classics's go for the ceiling chorus. Moving On Down the Line opens with a psychedelic vibe similar to Zep's No Quarter on mushrooms, then breaks into a nice easy groove close to Hendrix's Rainy Day / Still Raining set from Electric Ladyland. Wounded Bird is a slice of vintage Crowes, more subdued than say Struttin' Blues or Stare It Cold, but a nice piece of good old Rock and Roll to be sure. A cover of Rev. Charlie Jackson's God's Got It follows, again a one chord church stomp-and-clap with some great slide work back in the mix. In the great tradition of also knowing how to close an album, There's Gold In Them Hills opens with some sad slow piano chords and Gorman on the slowest groove this side of Ray Charles and Chris' most world weary voice... snatches of vocals "Broken my heart, diamonds and gold, through scandals and madness and cold / All I have left is this grey in my beard... it's a one way ticket down a river of lies..." Whoa Mule finishes led by a pump organ, harmonica and percussion and more great slide work pumping a hopeful tune Chris throwing on a tongue in cheek back hills accent to sing a song of perseverance and hope.
Don't get me wrong, I love the bombast, volume and ballsiness of the Crowes first three albums - yet again I advise you to get Amorica if you missed it - but this is not necessarily that band any longer. What the brothers Robinson have done is put out an album much more contemporary than many people would have thought possible. This album is really not far off the Robert Plant/ Allison Krause project, by which I mean the boys follow where the song leads them more than trying to drive home the point or the groove through a wall of Marshall stacks.
4.0 stars - check it out.
Friday, March 21, 2008
But for some reason, all I got was that scene from High Fidelity where the ex calls Rob. "Is this Charlie Nicholson?" "Are you in or are you out, Rob?" Then of course he goes to the party and sees how awful she is and hits her for the hook: "Why did you break up with me...?" "HA! I fucking KNEW it!"
So Sunday morning at the ungodly hour of 10:30, my answering machine picks up, and I don’t recognize the voice but I hear "Don’t freak out, blah blah blah, numbers." In my fog, I think it’s my boss calling me to see if I can come in and cover, which means something has gone terribly terribly wrong at work, so I shuffle over to La Machine and press the button.
HO - LY SHIT! It’s my old old old [as in long time, though I think he is older by a few months] Mark Lederman. Those of who have read either Blog know how I conveniently blame my juvenile delinquency on Mark... apparently he ran into my mother at a store yesterday and got the number, ’call me back...’ I will call him later - of course with the caveat - "I would have called sooner, but I had to freak out first."
WAIT - the story gets better. So I finally get up after a long night of yelling at the Playstation goalie who can’t stop crap and get my coffee and my Mom calls. She got a message from the hinterlands looking for a good number for me... from Renee Russell. I don’t post much on Renee, but since she is not here, I will conveniently lay a lot of the blame for my sexual shortcomings and frustrations on her. I don’t know if I want to really call her back - she left here on my bad side, and I don’t really have a lot of people on my bad side... still, I am a pretty forgiving person and I will probably call. What a wussy!
NOW I am waiting for the day the line from Dogma gets in my head: "Beautiful naked blonde women don’t just fall from the sky!!!!"
So traffic was bad on the way into work today – no idea why it would be on a Thursday, even with Spring Break going on. So I used my cell phone to call into work so I would not be late. So I get through the SNAFU on 183 and get moving north on 121 and now I have some time to kill, so I decide to stop into Arby’s for a bite. And since I have the time, I am going to go inside and sit down and eat.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
I finally finished clearing and cataloging the interesting stuff from the big hard drive filling fiasco 2007. Deleting the C-Rap, Celtic noise, over the top pop and Emo that does not appeal to me [This means you Justin Timberlake!] and wall of hardcore noise [except a couple Slayers] the total comes out to about 900 titles for about 70 gigs.
Interesting things? A blues guy named Bill Perry, a superb Professor Longhair title [Crawfish Fiesta, 1980 I think on Alligator and one for 'Fess's last], a five star collection of Fats Domino, a surprisingly interesting box set of Dr. Hook [with and without the Medicine Show]...
Tried, but No, Thanks: No Doubt, Enya, Alecia Keys, Kelly Clarkson, Offspring...
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Somewhere in the madness behind my eyes, I got into my head last night that I needed to load several double albums onto my little MP3 player for perusing when the work slows down later in the evening as the clock creeps toward 1100 PM CST/CDT. Well, mostly double albums. Remember when double albums were a statement? Or live albums? Now, every Thom, Dick and Marilyn is putting out a 60 minute CD and saying absolutely nothing for 45 of them. But for some reason, I got an itch to put on several – Stevie Wonder’s Songs in the Key of Life, XTC’s English Settlement, the Clash’s ever perfect London Calling…
But the first one of these extended play platters up is the oddity of this group [though I do own two other 3 sided Lps – the Utopia album from 1982 with Hammer in My Heart, Bad Little Actress, Libertine, etc. and Johnny Winter’s Second Winter] – Joe Jackson’s 1986 opus Big World.