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Cardinal Virtues

November 16th, 2008 by petermurphy

Ryan Adams & the Cardinals
Cardinology
(Lost Highway)

Is it possible to make a great record without sounding remotely original? It’s certainly possible to try. Ryan Adams has cranked out almost a dozen records over the last decade, his considerable songwriting skills not so much indebted as cripplingly mortgaged to the Stones, The Band, Dylan, Neil & Crazy Horse. The stuff of the alt country canon sure, but serrated with a crucial edge from years of listening Black Flag and Minor Threat. And, as anyone will know who caught his band’s sessions on the last season of the Henry Rollins show, Adams has got the fire back in his belly of late.

But even discounting the Cardinals’ wonderfully scuffed sound, the songs themselves are reason enough to praise Cardinology. Every tune here sounds like a secular Saturday night prayer dressed up in western shirt and motorcycle boots. ‘Born Into A Light’ is the best sad song Emmylou’s never sung, ‘Go Easy’ a beautiful, fragile appeal to an ex-lover (when Adams sings, “I will always love you/So go easy on yourself” you believe it).

The flipside is ‘Fix It’, slinky but forlorn, snapshooting a spurned romantic prowling the shadowlit alleys looking for a last drink, while the pedal-steely ‘Cobwebs’ and ‘Natural Ghost’ could be Townes Van Zandt backed by Radiohead. Then they go and top the whole set with the bruised and broken ‘Stop’, a cross between Satie, the Betty Blue theme and the best Tonight’s The Night out-take never written.

If Cardinology were a debut album, Ryan Adams would be heralded as the brightest tousle-haired boy on the block. It’s a thin line between revelation and revivalism, but the Cardinals walk it with style.

Books: No Country for Young Men?

November 15th, 2008 by petermurphy

The publishing industry has come to regard young male readers as a write-off, a dead demographic, a marketing black hole. According to the bean-counters, young men would rather spend their time kicking a leather orb around a pitch or boy-racing or playing shoot ’em up video games or downloading porn or slaughtering small furry animals than getting stuck into a book or – god forbid – attending a literary event.

So how come last October 30, Eason’s on O’Connell Street was jammed to the back walls with not just goth girls and manga amazons, but also young men in the first growth of their beard, avidly – if not adoringly – sitting through a reading and Q&A session by Neil Gaiman, while nursing copies of The Graveyard Book and Sandman and Coraline and American Gods and lord knows what else, patiently waiting to have these sacred artifacts signed by their author? These were the kind of blokes who looked like they hadn’t left their computer stations in a decade, ponytailed, goggle-eyed, unaerobicised and attired in the Comicon geek/net nerd/engineering student uniform of hoodie, jeans and leather trenchcoat.

Of course, Neil Gaiman is a cult unto himself, a writer whose constituency derives from the notoriously fanatical comic book community, who maintains regular contact with his faithful through a blog that’s updated almost daily, and who exhibits the kind of dedication to service that involves staying until ten o’clock to sign every last dog-eared copy of Neverwhere or Good Omens.

But he’s not the only one. Mayo writer Mike McCormack told me a couple of years ago that Chuck Palahniuk was the only writer he’d ever seen cheered onto the stage like a rock star at the Cúirt festival (and while the Chuck’s last three books were turkeys, there’s no doubt titles like Fight Club, Choke and Survivor have done more to exploit the testosterone dollar than almost any other modern novels over the last decade).

A couple of weeks ago I spoke with the librarian of a local Vocational School, who mentioned that the most favoured title amongst her male charges was No Country For Old Men. If you can get teenage boys reading Cormac McCarthy, something’s going on. There’s a whole world of male readers out there with leisure time and disposable income to spare. Publishers blithely abandon this goldmine at their peril.

Rosanne Cash’s Postcards from the Future

November 13th, 2008 by petermurphy

“We are so deeply limited by language, and so ennobled by it. Songs are the attempt to convey what is under and behind language.

“Sometimes songs are postcards from the future. Often I have found that a song reveals something subtle but important about my own life that I was only vaguely aware of while writing, but that became clear as time went on.

“I wrote ‘Black Cadillac’ six weeks before a rash of deaths began in my family. The day I finished writing it, I played the completed song to myself, as a kind of last run-through to check for rhyme scheme errors and syllable scanning, and a tidal wave of anxiety started rising in my gut. I knew I had given myself a message.

“I don’t consider these postcard songs prescient as much as just coming from a source of creativity outside linear time. I am certainly not the first to notice this phenomenon in creative work. Thornton Wilder, for one, wrote, ‘It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.’”

http://measureformeasure.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/04/29/dont-fact-check-the-soul/


 
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The Gospel According To Riddley

November 12th, 2008 by petermurphy

Lorna said to me, ‘You know Riddley theres some thing in us it dont have no name.’

I said, ‘What thing is that?’

She said, ‘Its some kind of thing it aint us but yet its in us. Its looking out thru our eye hoals. May be you dont take no noatis of it only some times. Say you get woak up suddn in the middl of the nite. 1 minim youre a sleap and the nex youre on your feet with a spear in your han. Wel it wernt you put that spear in your han it wer that other thing whats looking out thru your eye hoals. It aint you nor it don’t even know your name. Its in us lorn and loan and sheltering how it can.’

I said, ‘If its in every 1 of us theres moren 1 of it theres got to be a manying theres got to be a millying and mor.’

Lorna said, ‘Wel there is a millying and mor.’

I said, ‘Wel if theres such a manying of it whys it lorn then whys it loan?’

She said, ‘Becaws the manying and the millying its all 1 thing it dont have nothing to gether with. You look at lykens on a stoan its all them tiny manyings of it and may be each part of it myt think its sepert only we can see its all 1 thing. Thats how it is with what we are its all 1 girt big thing and divvyt up amongst the many. Its all 1 girt thing bigger nor the worl and lorn and loan and oansome. Tremmering it is and feart. It puts us on like we put on our cloes. Some times we dont fit. Some times it cant fynd the arm hoals and it tears us a part.’

Anna Schuleit’s City Lights

November 11th, 2008 by petermurphy

We first learned of Anna Schuleit’s work when she was on the Charlie Rose show with George Saunders last year as one of the MacArthur Genius Grant recipients. For her installations Habeas Corpus and Bloom, she brought Bach to an abandoned mental institution in Northampton, MA and bedecked the Massachusetts Mental Health Centre in Boston with flowers. Seems she now has similar psychogeographical plans for Detroit.

“I came up with an idea for the city of Detroit, which lies in ruins. It would involve everyone, and the entire city would be used as a site. It’s a natural extension of all the projects, of all my work, on a huge scale. It’s so simple and incredibly labor intensive. Maybe this could be an imaginary project, one that never gets done. It could be a book. Except it’s more fun if you actually do it. You risk your neck, all your assets and your energies, and all the years of your life—and you do it.”

http://www.nmhschool.org/magazine/2007_fall/young_artist.php

http://www.charlierose.com/shows/2007/1/18/1/a-conversation-with-four-of-the-2006-macarthur-fellows

http://www.charlierose.com/shows/2007/11/3/1/charlie-rose-tomorrow—anna-schuleit

www.anna-schuleit.com

Femmes Fatale

November 10th, 2008 by petermurphy

Check out this rather darling little animated film for the Violent Femmes’ infanticide classic Country Death Song.

The Unbearable Importance Of Being…

November 9th, 2008 by petermurphy

“People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances within our innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.” – Joseph Campbell

Greil Marcus Rings Them Bells

November 7th, 2008 by petermurphy

“I walked out of Northrop Auditorium Tuesday night after Bob Dylan’s
concert on the campus of his erstwhile alma mater, the University of
Minnesota. The second number of the night was ‘The Times They Are
A-Changin” a song I never liked. On Tuesday night it moved slowly,
crawling like a snake, all 44 years since it first appeared loaded
into it, as if its real subject was what it means to wait. The last
song was ‘Blowin’ in the Wind’ (I remember very clearly the first
time I heard it on the radio. ‘Kinda erstatz,’ said Barry Franklin, my
best friend and radio cruising partner; we were still in high school.)
‘I was born in 1941, the year they bombed Pearl Harbor. I’ve been
living in darkness ever since,’ Dylan said to introduce the song, or
as a goodbye, or, as he hadn’t spoken before, as a hello. ‘But it
looks like things are going to change now.’ At the end of the stage he
stepped out from behind his electric organ and did a jig.
I feel as if I’m living in a new world and an old country, where all
of its best words, down the centuries, are flesh. Or, as Barry
Franklin put it last night, ‘I feel like I’ve died and gone to
America.’

(With thanks to CC)

Revolution Radio: Steve Van Zandt

November 6th, 2008 by petermurphy

“WHEN DID THE FUCKING PUSSIES TAKE OVER?”

That was the question posed by Steve Van Zandt in his keynote address at the 2005 Radio and Records Convention in Cleveland. The speech he gave that day, a no-bullshit, we’re-all-family-here diatribe against the state of the airwaves, and how the evils of statistics, demographics and marketing have neutered rock ‘n’ roll radio, was nothing less than the mission statement for a crusade he’s been pursuing for almost a decade.

Van Zandt’s celebrated and syndicated Underground Garage show (which premiered on 103.2 Dublin City FM recently), dedicated to playing the kind of rock ‘n’ roll – from Gene Vincent to the Ronettes to the Ramones to the White Stripes – that you won’t hear anywhere else on what his Boss termed Radio Nowhere, is just one part of his revivalist campaign to preserve the values he believes made rock ‘n’ roll great throughout the renaissance era of the 50s and 60s.

The E-Street Band guitarist espouses dedication to the craft and graft of live performance, the preservation of analogue recordings, the teaching of rock ‘n’ roll in schools, and a reappraisal and reaffirmation of the specialist skills of not just musicians, but also writers, engineers, producers and arrangers. Plus, he reckons that something died in rock ‘n’ roll when the dancing stopped.

“Yeah, I talk about it all the time, because our show is a little bit balanced towards the pre ‘artform’ rock days,” he says. “There was a point where people danced to rock ‘n’ roll, and then came a point where people started listening to rock ‘n’ roll, and that was the beginning of the end for me. That changes a lot of things to do with one’s performance.”

Van Zandt believes the E-Street Band’s ability to hold a crowd for up to four hours is a direct consequence of their barroom education.

“We had a big advantage when we finally got into the so-called business in the early to mid 70s, ’cos we had to make a living playing live, and when you’re forced to make people dance in order to make a living, the energy and aggressiveness is a bit different,” he explains. “The Beatles and the Stones, The Kinks and the Yardbirds all went through the same thing. That bar-band stage, which kind of went away around the time of MTV I guess, that’s a very valuable stage, and I encourage young bands to try and organise residencies and play the same place every week and develop a following that way, and play other people’s songs.

“It’s extraordinarily important to learn and play your heroes’ songs so you can actually absorb those songs, and of course that will affect the way you write and keep your standards higher. But if you skip that stage, somebody thinks they can just pick up a guitar, and then six months later they have to be a genius songwriter. It just doesn’t work that way. You can hear it in the way standards have dropped, and we’re drowning in mediocrity right now.”

And as was apparent at the E-Street Band’s three night stand in Dublin this summer, that barroom education that pays off lifelong dividends, resulting in a group of musicians in their late 50s playing the kind of set that would put acts half their age in hospital.

“I never really discuss this with Bruce, but I don’t think we’ve changed much mentally, or maybe we’ve just come full circle with it,” Van Zandt says. “I don’t remember ever going on stage in the last 30 years feeling any differently. Every gig’s the first gig, and every gig’s the last gig. But I think our European tour this time was the best we ever were, personally. We may be looking fondly back on those days as that moment.

“It was fun the way we started getting looser and looser and looser through the end of the tour, and taking requests at a certain point not only for obscure Bruce Springsteen songs, but taking requests, period. Songs we’ve never even played before. With a stadium crowd. I don’t know too many other bands who would attempt that, but we got that loose mentally, so it was really a wonderful feeling of a return to the roots.”

Which is in marked contrast to most major touring acts, who are terrified to change the setlist because the light show and samples are all pre-programmed.

“It’s the one big plus we’ve always had, which is no production,” Van Zandt chuckles. “We just never got into it, and for once it paid off. We don’t even tell the lights or sound guy what we’re doing, you just have to sort of figure it out by the middle of the first verse. Why bother?!”

At that 2005 Cleveland address, Van Zandt pointed out that “the last big band through the door was U2. That’s 25 years ago. Has anybody stopped to consider that? Basically when our generation stops touring, it’s over.”

“Yeah it’s a sad thing,” he says now. “When U2 are the new guys on the block, it’s scary. We did a study in the office one day, and I think virtually every big band either broke or succeeded on their fourth or fifth album, and y’know, you don’t get a second album now. It’s really difficult. I produced a few records in the 90s and then I stopped, I said, ‘What’s the point of producing records when there’s no place for rock ‘n’ roll in our current society?’

“I don’t know how we got here, but there’s a format for everything now except new rock ‘n’ roll,” he continues. “It goes deeper than that, I mean there’s no place in our culture anymore for greatness of any kind, because greatness usually comes from personality, and personality has become quite unfashionable. It’s all a lowest common denominator culture we’re living in now, and I finally got sick of it seven years ago and decided, ‘You know what? We’re gonna make a last stand for eccentricity here.’ And we started a new show and created a new format for doing it, which was basically playing all 60 years of rock ‘n’ roll.

“We have right now literally the only rock ‘n’ roll show on radio, and we managed to turn it into a 24-hour format on Sirius XM Satellite. Even the oldies format now has eliminated the 50s and a good part of the 60s. So they’re calling the 70s and 80s oldies! So I’m like, ‘Listen you fucking idiots! It’s not a chronological thing! Oldies refers to basically the renaissance period.’ You can’t replace Eddie Cochran with Lionel Richie, it just doesn’t work.

“So once you realise what’s going on in the radio world, it’s actually shocking. I created a second format called Outlaw Country, I included all three generations of Hank Williams, the Flying Burrito Brothers, Moby Grape, the Youngbloods, some of Bruce’s stuff, even the Stones’ country songs, stuff that has no place at all anymore, The Band for instance. There’s no place in our world for The Band. How could that be?

“And that was the beginning of basically setting out to create a whole new infrastructure, a music business outside the music business, to give some sort of secure place for rock ‘n’ roll to grow in, where the pressure wouldn’t be on to have a hit right away. Rock ‘n’ roll’s never gonna be mainstream again, you can clock the rock era 30 years from ‘Like A Rolling Stone’ to the death of Kurt Cobain, that’s pretty much it. So we’re just finding a niche. Maybe rock ‘n’ roll belongs underground. But let’s at least make it a viable niche in the marketplace so kids can possibly make a living doing it. If we can get that done we’ll really consider ourselves successful.”

All that said, Van Zandt is surprisingly sceptical about home recording and the internet’s revolutionising of old distribution paradigms.

“I’m not that supportive of the opposite end of the spectrum, the do-it-yourself world,” he admits. “I really have come to realise that, as romantic as that may be – and it’s nice that anybody can get their music on the internet – there was a reason why different people had different jobs in the old days. Once upon a time there were performers and writers and arrangers and producers, and they all had different jobs to do, and I think we suffer the day we all decide we can do everything ourselves. Writing has to be learned, arranging needs to be used, there’s a real job for a real record producer, engineers need to be trained, we need to try and find our way back to analogue a bit.

“Part of what my Rock ‘n’ Roll Forever Foundation is doing is getting rock ‘n’ roll taught in schools as part of the academic curriculum. That’ll take a couple of years, but once we get that done, the next thing I’m trying to look into is analogue preservation, we have to find a way to maintain the important albums of the past in the analogue configuration, if possible.

“I’ve been talking to various archivists at various companies and they’re starting to move all the important records to digital. That locks them into this shit sample rate we’re listening to now. It’s like leaving out every other sentence in Shakespeare or something. It should be preserved properly, in the way the artists and producers intended. Progress needs to be defined very accurately. Something new or different isn’t necessarily progress. We have to be very careful about the way we use the language here, and at some point people have to start measuring quality, instead of newness.”

So, with all these pots on the stove, does Van Zandt miss his acting job?

“Well, it went right from (the last season of) The Sopranos into this (E-Street Band) tour, so I haven’t really had a chance much to miss it, but I miss the guys, they were really quite a unique group of people.”

Were there any similarities between playing in a big group like the E-Streeters and being part of an ensemble cast?

“Funnily, it became similar when we started to do some live appearances, like photograph and autograph sessions at casinos and things like that. I said to the guys, ‘If you ever wondered what it felt like to be a rock star, you’re seeing it right here.’ We would have ridiculous groups of people. We went to the Hard Rock Casino in Hollywood, Florida for the final show, and there had to be, I dunno, 10,000 people, we did this huge walk-through from one part of the casino to another, and it was just thousands of people lined up to see us, it was funny. And we had that reaction almost the whole ten years. We had premieres every year for the show that just got bigger and bigger and bigger. They rivalled anybody’s movies. You just never saw that with television before.”

What was his take on the controversial ending of the final episode?

“Well, I happened to have scheduled a radio thing the next morning at my Miami affiliate, and it was one a national call-in show, so I heard the most upset human beings that have ever been on the planet for about an hour. So I listened and listened and finally I said, ‘Listen everybody, I appreciate how emotionally engaged you were in the show, now just do me a favour. Go and watch the show again, forget about the ending that you wrote, that you’re disappointed didn’t happen, and just accept the fact that the cat that you’ve loved all these years, David Chase, who broke every rule in the book, wasn’t about to change at the end. He stayed extraordinarily consistent. Appreciate his ending for a minute.’

“And by the end of the week the calls had turned mostly positive. But, y’know, it was quite shocking for people. You’d confront them and say, ‘Listen, what did you want to see? The whole family wiped out? What? What is the perfect ending?’ And when they thought about and saw it a second and third time, most people came around.

“One of the things David made a point of was never glamourising it, never romanticising it, so the genius of the writing was making the most boring profession in the world compelling, y’know? To be a modern gangster, it ain’t the Roaring Twenties baby! Sitting around reading the racing form, you can’t trust anybody, there’s no real security, you’re going to be humiliating your family from time to time…”

Sounds suspiciously like being in a rock ‘n’ roll band.

“Yeah, career-wise it’s about the same these days!”

Beats When They Were Brats

November 4th, 2008 by petermurphy

Kerouac and Burroughs’ great lost dimestore mystery And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks finally makes it to print.

Here’s our review of Jack Kerouac Reads On The Road from November ’99:

“That’s not writing, that’s typing.”
One wonders what Truman Capote, the man who minted that (in)famous put down of On The Road, might’ve made of the age of the word processor.

Capote had a point, if a somewhat sniffy one: Kerouac’s locomotive prose was reputedly forged of a flagrant disregard for the traditional grind of the rewriting process, a bravado that would’ve put the heart across even immediate predecessors like Joyce, Miller and Celine.

So, if On The Road was a novel that celebrated a post-war America where the automobile unchained Mailer’s fabled white negro – a specimen perpetually bombed out of his mind on dope, speed, Miles, Lester, Dizzy and Bird – then its impetuous buzz was made for the medium of spoken word. Thus, the inestimable value of a new CD, the self-explanatory Jack Kerouac Reads On The Road, now available on the Rykodisc label.

The centrepiece of this Lee Renaldo/Jim Sampas-produced collection is a 28-minute chunk of On The Road entitled ‘Jazz Of The Beat Generation’, a recently remastered reading by the author that was lost for decades amongst mislabeled acetates.

“Out we jumped in the warm, mad night, hearing a wild tenorman s bawling horn across the way going, EEE-YAH!” Kerouac kick-starts, and there’s nothing to do only roll with his mantric jazz-rap, a spray-painted portrait of beatniks, bums, swains, trains, automobiles, legendarily holy madmen, players reclaiming their instruments from hock, and the mother of all saloon jams, with Dean Moriarty putting his face in the bell of a soloist’s horn, inspiring a long hee-hawed laugh from the behatted musician.

If these racy, vivid, 3D routines establish anything, it’s perhaps that Kerouac was one of the better music writers of the last 50 years. His vocalised evocations of players melting into their own improvisations, of a white hipster fairy sitting in with buttery brushes on a jump number, are electrifying, made even more real by a firm grasp of the black/white vernacular. Not many had the gumption to try and capture a Charlie Parker solo in mere words, but like Finnegan’s Wake, Kerouac’s texts become songs when they’re spoken.

Bearing that in mind, check out the previously unpublished 17-minute ‘Washington DC Blues’, replete with a smoky jazz-piano/classical/Latino score from veteran JK-collaborator David Amram, a piece which dices Native American, Jewish, Catholic and Arcadian elements and ranks with the best of Hal Willner’s meditations on Mingus, or even the Burroughs classic Dead City Radio.

What is less than celebrated is that Kerouac, like Joyce, was a capable crooner, and no bad musician and songwriter. His renderings of ‘When A Woman Loves A Man’, ‘Leavin’ Town’ and ‘Come Rain Or Shine’ are dropped standards, torch tunes with dirt on their boots, pitched somewhere between beatified Billie and drunken Dino.

His own ‘On The Road’ however, is the real beauty, a melancholic ramble which seems to have formed the template for Tom Waits own mid-70s bohobo routines with Bones Howe; a rain-drenched, lonesome mumble in which you can just sense the protagonist, collar turned up, po’ boy cap pulled down, bent under the drizzle, waiting on a late Greyhound. Waits himself, backed by Primus, reprises the song at the end of this record, and makes a fine fist of it, but even he can’t recreate the original’s sepia sadness.

You probably won’t hear Jack Kerouac Reads On The Road on the car-radio anytime soon, and that’s a pity, because it was made for the airwaves. Even in the stasis of your own domicile though, it’s quite a trip.