Sunday, November 18, 2012
Do you recognize these guys? Most of you probably don't. I wouldn't have, until started to read Neil Young's new autobiography, Waging Heavy Peace. He talks about being obsessed with this video, for a lot of reasons. Chief amongst them, this is most of Crazy Horse - Ralph Molina and Billy Talbot - the band he had played with for the past several decades and on the two albums he released this year.
Up front is Danny Whitten, since this is Danny and the Memories. Unfortunate name. For Young. And for Whitten. Whitten is the guy, or one of the guys, for whom Young wrote "Needle and the Damage Done." He wrote that while Whitten was still alive. Young looked at this video and came to the conclusion that Whitten was more talented than he was when they first came together. He regrets stealing the high part away from Whitten on "Cinnamon Girl." Believes he should have given Whitten a bigger role in those early collaborations, and that he could have gone somewhere big.
Whitten didn't get far. Forty years ago today, Danny Whitten died. Young fired Whitten from the band because he couldn't remember the songs. He told him he didn't have it together enough to play, and sent him back to LA. Young got the call from the coroner the night Whitten flew back to LA, November 18. Whitten had ODed. He was 29 years old.
Google his image and see if you can reconcile what comes up with the guy in the suit in this video singing a song thousands of oldies covers bands have plied in cheesy bars for decades. If you want to add an extra layer of madness to Young's guilt, Google photos of Kurt Cobain and compare the two. And think about how Cobain quoted Young in his suicide note, "It's better to burn out than to fade away," and how much trouble that gave Young (he poured his troubles into Tonight's the Night after Whitten, and Sleeps With Angels after Cobain).
I think I can see some of what has been obsessing Young about this. Yes, there is some truly horrible dancing going on around these guys, especially the woman in the blue pants, whose name I can only hope is lost to history. It's a hokey set-up. But there are a couple of elements that stick out for me. There is the arrangement of the song, and that demonic foghorn blast of "oh yeah" from the band. It doesn't sound like a celebration, it sounds like a warning. Combine that with the black stage and the red twilight in the background, and this could be a poorly choreographed deleted dance scene from Clockwork Orange, if it had originally been conceived as a vehicle for Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello.
But the most compelling thing is Whitten's face. There are times when it seems like he's having fun or goofing off, but he's the tightest one of the bunch. And there are also times when he looks desperate, mostly at 1:27 and after. He looks like he's dancing on strings. It's easy to look back and read that in, knowing how the story ends. But watch it and tell me if you don't see it, too.
To write the book, Young was thinking a lot about his past. He talks a lot in it about not being inspired to write music and knowing he was going to reunite with Crazy Horse. The first album was Americana, an album of folk standards, with "Get A Job" tossed in. Some of these were arrangements that Young had played before in his past. And then there was the jump to the new(est) album, Psychedelic Pill, the first track of which is "Drifting Back," which finds Young wondering if you'll get his music, having to listen to it in meager, compressed modern formats, if he's getting through to you.
That process may have been jumpstarted by this video. The albums and the book make more sense once you've seen it. Tomorrow, Neil Young and Crazy Horse play in Toronto, his old stomping grounds, after having played Winnipeg yesterday. Today, the band has off. It's a safe bet this video will play on the tour bus before the day is through.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
To me, politics in stand-up comedy begins with Mort Sahl. I've had the pleasure of interviewing the man twice (here's one of the resulting articles, my apologies for the pay site), and getting to see him live in Boston at Jimmy Tingle's Off Broadway Theatre (now closed) and the JCC theater in Newton. He doesn't get out as often as he used to, but his voice is still vital. He's still sharp, and still sees all the angles. So I was happy to see that he will be popping into my computer every Wednesday at 5PM EST to answer questions via Twitter starting June 6.
As you can tell from this video, Sahl is opinionated, but he's not binary. He doesn't simply choose from the two offered options, right or left, with us or against us. I spoke with him last in 2007 as the presidential election was ramping up. He was discouraged but hopeful that Americans would ask more from their culture, from their politicians, to want better than what we get, intellectually and spiritually. "It’s optimistic but I don’t know if it’s justified," he said then. "The world is worth saving, more people have to work at it. They’ve got to work at it more. They think they’re off the hook if they can make some money."
You can keep up to date about the Wednesday show at www.MortSahlOfficial.com or better yet, follow him on Twitter.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
|Whiskeytown's Stranger's Almanac (1997)|
I finally picked up the Deluxe Edition today. In the liner notes, I found that Ryan Adams showed up to the original recording sessions with no guitars. They had been left outside of the van in Raleigh, North Carolina when it was loaded before the drive to the studio in Nashville. The band couldn't afford anything but pawn shop guitars, so the acoustic on the recording of "Inn Town" and probably several others, the one that sounds so fantastic, that I listened to a thousand times or more, was a $100 Alvarez pawn shop guitar. Also noted, they didn't even change the strings. That makes me happy for some reason.
I have to think of who used to own that Alvarez, what it lived through before that session. I think of some kid who bought it as a student guitar, struggling to learn "Stairway To Heaven," "Free Falling," or even "Wonderwall" (which, coincidentally, Adams would cover beautifully on 2003's Love Is Hell, pt 1 EP). Some kid who had just graduated and needed some cash, and was hoping to come back for it. Or, probably more likely, it had been a birthday present for someone who played it for two weeks and never picked it up again. Whatever function it filled originally, it had a hell of a second act.
I wonder if Adams kept it. I hope not. I hope he let it loose back into the stream from whence he first caught it, and it got picked up soon after that. Maybe by that college kid, who had no idea what happened to it while he was away. Maybe some new songs fell out of it that weren't in it before.
I recently bought a Fender resonator on Craigslist. I know the history of most of my other instruments, but not that one. I bought it from a guy in Salem who seemed fairly disinterested in it (and the Dean acoustic/electric bass I also bought from him, and a couple of other guitars he had for sale). Who knows what's in there. But it feels right when I play it. It changes songs I've been playing for years. And it's just about time I introduce it to "Inn Town."
This was the only video I could find with the original studio version of "Inn Town," but it fits. Lyrics below.
(David Ryan Adams)
Parking lot, movie screen, I can't feel anything.
Cigarette, beat up TV, I can't feel anything.
Now that I, I'm in town.
I feel fine, fine for now
Hang around with the people I used to be.
Hang around on a corner waiting to go, have a seat
Now that I, I'm in town.
I feel fine, fine for now
Fifty cents, or a dollar three, I don't owe you anything.
Spent a life on a heart that would rather not feel anything.
I can try, I can see, Ican want it to be
I can laugh, I can feel, I can't see anything without dreaming
Now that I, I'm in town.
Hang around with the people that we used to be
We hang around on a corner waiting to go have a seat
And I can try, I can see, I can want it to be
I can laugh, I can feel, I can't see anything that seems real
It's just like a dream.
I can feel, I can laugh, I can want it to still be real
It's a dream I've had.
It's the last, now it seems.
Now that I, I'm in town.
I feel fine, fine for now
Monday, March 5, 2012
|Beaver Nelson's Kickstarter campaign ends in two days.|
I have been a fan of Beaver Nelson since I first heard a snippet of his “Forget Thinking” from 1997’s The Last Hurrah. The name and cover of that, his debut album, was a bit of an inside joke. Nelson had recorded a few albums that never saw the light of day and had been called a prodigy by Rolling Stone. Considering his past experience in the music industry, no one could blame him for thinking that would be the first and last album.
It’s tough to keep yourself going if you’re an independent musician. It’s been five years since Nelson’s last album, Exciting Opportunity. I had thought perhaps that would be the last I heard from him. I was thrilled to learn a few weeks ago that I was wrong. Nelson has a new album all ready to go called Macro/Mirco, which has a tentative release date of May. It’s his most ambitious work to date, musically and thematically. I’ve heard it, and will have more to say about it either here or in one of the music magazine for which I freelance.
Nelson would like to tour with it, but he needs a backing band to pull it off. That is an insurmountable expense, so Nelson is making a movie he can tour with. The album is the soundtrack, and Nelson will bring that on the road and play along.
Here's some more info about the project:
Thursday, March 1, 2012
|Serious comedy criticism at www.TheSpitTake.com|
people on here who know me from writing about comedy, I have a new gig
writing for a new site, officially launched this week, called
TheSpitTake.com. It is a bit of a departure for me. Most of my time
writing about comedy has been spent writing profiles and news bits. This
site is devoted purely to criticism. Some of you have actually asked me
to be more opinionated in my writing. This is where that will happen.
It has taken some getting used to, as I have written several reviews up
on the site already. I don't particularly love the idea of writing
negatively about comedy, but where I see problems or something negative,
I will now be obligated to say something. I try to make every effort to
look at something from every angle before I comment, and to make sure
my criticism is fair. But if there's a more subjective artform than
comedy, I have yet to see it. To some, it might not seem like a big
deal, but I feel sometimes I have had to take a deep breath and dive in.
I am really hoping this site is successful. I'm putting as
much of myself into it as possible. And I'm hoping all my comedy nerd
friends and acquaintances will tune in and enjoy it. There are a lot of
people on this site who are serious about developing comedy criticism. It's a worthwhile effort.
So here it is. Enjoy. And if you like it, spread the word. Thanks in advance.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
|Read, download, and review on Libboo.com|
This is a humor/short story contest with a holiday theme. The top five make it into an eBook compilation, and the writer's get paid and earn royalties. I convinced my friends Mike Vago and Jessie Baade to write stories, as well. Right now, it seems we're all in decent shape. But the other writers are likely making their last appeals, as well. So I am posting the links to all of our stories one more time. Reading them all the way through helps the score (it tracks how far a reader gets in a complicated algorithm). Downloading helps a bit more (for desktop, Nook, or Kindle). A good review helps the most, although you have to create an account for that.
So if you'd like a trippy account of the Nutcracker ballet, take a look at my first-person essay. If you ever wonder how Christmas would be for a vampire visiting his girlfriend's family, read Mike's story. And if you want to read how a Journey songbook brightened a couple's Christmas morning, read Jessie's story. That should cover most of you, right?
The Nutcracker As I See It by Nick Zaino
Vampires We Have Heard On High by Mike Vago
A Very Journey Xmas by Jessie Baade