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I'll be busy all day saturday, so just settle in here & we'll review of a few of the past week's events... First up today is news that legendary redneck daredevil extraordinaire Evel Knievel is dead.
A native of Butte Montana, he was a media sensation in the 1970's.
Outside of a bunch of later arrests for petty bar fights and woman beating, having George Hamilton play him in a lousy tv bio pic & suing Kanye West recently (and settling just days before his death)...
he's likely to be best remembered for jumping the Snake River canyon, recounted here:
Here's Evel telling a story that was posted at WFMU earlier this year. It's one that will explain to every man & woman what they need to know about his special purpose & "why"...
Evel Knieval - Why I though can't stop thinking about Evel, because we have a tight if somewhat tense personal relationship. Mainly because he lives not only in my heart, but in the garage. No , not his action figure, I lost that years ago...
But, every day I gaze at where the Evel Kneival pinball machine lives...
excuse me for a moment as I have to go down there and work this out...
Manufactured by Bally in 1976, by 1977 this machine soon became one of the most popular on the market, and remained so for years. Just like evel it has great action, and doesn't run from a fight.
A song featuring Evel ellin it like he sees it... and how he wanted it to be
Also dying within the past week was Quiet Riot's lead singer Kevin DuBrow...
They say the 52 year old rocker may have been dead for almost a week in his las Vegas home when he was finally found...
His last words were apparently an I Love You text message sent to his girlfriend at late the final night she saw him.
When Metal Health ruled the charts in the early 80's, DuBrow had the biggest metal record of all time...
The band quickly went from touring in a station wagon to opening up arenas & playing the US Festival in 1983. They soon hit the arena circuit as headliners & topped the US album charts for over a month while selling a million units a week.
Eventually, the good times ended, their albums began selling less 7 less, from millions to tens of thousands, and later on even less.
DuBrow, who struggled with substance abuse issues, became sorta known as a big powda head asshole for years in LA around Gazarri's, Roxy & Rainbow scene...
I missed those days...but we can live them vicariously via Decline of Western Civilization pt II & any of yer Vince Neil reality shows.
It was a long way down, and Kevin continued to reform Quiet Riot with various line ups & release albums over the years, occasionally hiring all new guys, but usually incorporating drummer Frankie Banali from the original classic era lineup.
In fact if ya go back to the late 1970's when the band was formed they had Randy Rhoads on guitar, but he left to join Ozzy and died in a plane crash after recording just two albums.
DuBrow's vocal idol was originally Steve Marriott of Humble Pie & Small Faces, who incidentally died about the same age in a house fire in the early 1990's. Marriott was coming home to the UK jetlagged from some aborted Peter Frampton sessions in the US, and spent the night prior doing some blow, drinking heavily & falling asleep with a cigarette in his bed...
Here, shortly after the incident Kevin covers Marriott's psychedelic drug ode here Itchykoo Park in a tribute to his late hero.
other music related stuff: Deutsche Grammophon the renowned German classical music company founded in 1898, is launching an online store called DG Web Shop. The shop will sell songs in DRM-Free mp3 format...
Amazon will be giving away 1 billion free MP3 songs, as part of a Pepsi promotion that’s set to kick off Feb. 3 during the Super Bowl. If you want songs, you'll need 5 special Pepsi bottle caps. Some major labels are balking at the terms though, which will compensate them some 20-30 cents per track less than their usual share of the pie. Amazon is offering participating labels 40 cents rather than the usual 60-70 cents the labels normally receive for DRM free tracks.
Frank Sinatra's heirs have have formed a 50-50 Joint Venture with Warner Music to capitalize in tie ins with Ol' blue Eyes back catalog called JV Frank Sinatra Enterprises. Rhino Entertainment will manage the JV with family reps; Tina Sinatra and WMG chairman and CEO Edgar Bronfman, Jr. will be on the board according to a press release.
In conjunction with former label EMI, Radiohead is offering a 4GB Radiohead USB stick with all their albums on it for sale in the UK.
While in other UK music download news, the Evening Standard newspaper is getting into the indie music promo game and offering downloads of unsigned Derbyshire based band Max Raptor Max Raptor - Sparks
Just got back from about 9 days in New Orleans, and it was an eye opening experience, and something I'm still digesting, both literally & figuratively.
Clinging to a foothold in the sludge of the Mississippi basin, there's so much gustatory goodness floating around that town, I occasionally had to eat typically fattening Louisiana meals up to 4 times a day just to keep from washing into the Gulf.
Now a good ten pounds heavier and airlifted to safety, I can hopefully reflect on my journey through a town that bursts not just at the proverbial beltline, but with rich history as well. The town is as twisted as the river that's it's raison d'etre, and I could go on for hours alone just about the current crazed & corrupt political scene there...
How about the District Attorney, who finally resigned this month, not after bankrupting the office by losing a multi-million dollar anti-discrimination lawsuit twice for firing all the office's white employees...but after an armed robber and alleged copkiller was seen hanging out at his house with the DA's girlfriend.
That's just the sort of contradiction in character someone might expect in New Orleans' top law enforcement tier... The former DA claims he was victim of a racist witch hunt of course, his critics claim that like a steady stream of notorious "public servants" before him, they were the duped victims of another fatheaded fool...
Louisiana's infamous governor in the 1930's Huey P Long once put it this way "Someday Louisianan's are gonna get good government and they're not gonna like it."
Long, a storied figure in Louisiana politics was known popularly as "the Kingfish", and also once said
“Don’t say I’m working for niggers. I’m not … ‘Every Man a King’ means every man, niggers along with the rest, but not especially for niggers.”
While that may sound horribly backwards & racist in today's lingo, in 1930's Louisiana it was taken quite differently, and showed the man to be a true populist, and forward thinking in his time, considering the cracker barrel regional prejudices.
Long, a political orchestrator that would make Pakistan's Musharraf look indecisive, clumsy & weak by comparison, died a violent death at the state house in 1935, but his Louisiana legacy lives on...
Not a day goes by in Louisiana when a politician isn't running afoul of the FBI, or being investigated or on trial for some cheap chicanery...
Perhaps you heard about the longtime Louisiana congressman who attempted to hold onto office after being found by the FBI to be keeping piles of cash in his freezer wrapped in foil.
In a front page headline last week, the local paper labeled the new governor merely "trendy" for proposing ethics reform...
Meanwhile, in biz as usual, a New Orleans city councilman was sentenced to 37 months in federal prison while I was there for getting caught taking bribes...
One politician has said of the citizenry's incapacity for finding appropriate electoral leaders:
"The more I become acquainted with the inhabitants, the more I am convinced of their unfitness for a representative government... Added to this is the ignorance and credulity of the the mass of people''
While it sounds lifted out a recent editorial, it was actually the state's 1st American governor William C.C Claiborne in 1804. At the time, C.C was worried that the populous & it's candidates they would choose wouldn't be up to par, or even capable of benefitting from American democracy. He actually petitioned Thomas Jefferson to postpone elections, but Jefferson would have none of it, and ever since then... you could say city has had uh, mixed results at best in elected leadership...
Looks like recently, the political tides have churned a bit, and due to the Katrina diaspora and record low voter turnouts, for the 1st time in some 35 years there are currently more white faces on the city council than black ones...
Some of the fresh faced council members seem intent on finding out where all the tax & federal grant money has gone...
Some of those recent no bid contracts look a tad wasteful...especially when their are real everyday concerns flitting about. Basic services like public schools have yet to reopen two years after Katrina, the murder rate is the highest in the nation per capita, and taxpayers are stewing.
At a budget hearing I saw, the Mayoral appointees that Nagin put in place looked ill equipped to answer any questions, set any time tables or provide any substantive background on nearly anything under their purview...
The council members peppered department heads about perks & wasted resources, basic numbers, projected numbers and whatnot.
The dept heads merely looked befuddled...and made rambling excuses. It seems blame FEMA is the only game left worth playing, what with the Saints out of contention this year.
Many citizens complain the star of the Katrina debacle, Mayor Ray" C Ray" Nagin isn't even in town most of the time... a running joke is "C Ray?"... uh, not lately... try Dallas or Austin...
With political leadership lacking, the rumors & racism start running amok...
A lot of people in New Orleans seem deeply scarred by years of racial disparities, in some cases hundreds of years of racial disparities.
One 40 something year old black woman I saw on a local cable program calmly noted in a conspiratorial tone to the audience that for years blacks were kept at separate drinking fountains, but now that segregation has ended, she's noticed suspiciously that the whites are now drinking bottled water. hmmmm...
Interesting theory, even if the ubiquitous rise of daily bottled water consumption took about 35-40 years after segregation ended to take popular hold...
I saw black tv hosts refer to "white devils" , "fork tongues" and those who are attempting to "put a boot up our ass"...
Let's just say, despite some "Eracism" bumper stickers, not all is rosy with the race relations...
If New Orleans is anything, it is a product of distinct cultures, melding & clashing at the same time, mixing up in a muddy river of daring dreams & disjointed distrust. A sort of chaotic outcome and beautiful entropy played out on a raggle taggle stage in the swampy lowlands where America's greatest river system gathers the riches & offal alike of it's tributaries and steadily dumps into the salty sea...
Over a hundred years ago, Mark Twain once referred to the place as an "upholstered sewer", and it still fits today.
The paradoxical nature of the place makes it highly incongruous and at the same time intriguing to many, especially fitting as refuge of last resort for souls that fit outside the American norm. It steadily has attracted writers, drunkards, musicians, homosexuals, grifters, slackers, criminals,outcasts and free spirits for a never ending party at the end of the civilized world. This ongoing cycle is embodied in that "lagniappe" attitude.
The French language influence came in the 1700's when Britain exiled most of the French Canadians out of the colonies of Nova Scotia & Quebec. Those who were able to escape the slaughter at the hands of redcoats & hostile Indians went south to the boggy inhospitable malaria pit of New Orleans. Many of the Acadians who found their way there from Canada found themselves unwanted by the Frenchmen already there who were more loyal to the crown and a second slaughter was soon at hand.
Those French speaking settlers who fled New Orleans this time around became the Cajuns...short for Acadians. Meanwhile the muddy city attempted to thrive, but suitable land was scarce and there wasn't much profitable industry to export yet. Not too mention that yellow fever, small pox, mosquitoes, poor sanitation, close living quarters, dampness, and heat and numerous accompanying tropical ills plagued it.
The "inevitable" city was slow to grow, and a scheme was hatched called the "Mississippi Company" in which stocks were sold to Frenchmen who rushed to invest in the burgeoning colonial mercantile outpost. But, like dotcoms & mortgage industry of today by 1720, when no glorious bonanza of dividends were forthcoming, the "Mississippi Bubble" burst. The scheme and it's holding company collapsed investors rushed to unload the shares, and the schemers fled France just ahead of an irate hanging mob.
Then for 40 years in the late 1700's the Spanish Bourbons held the town of some 4000-8000 souls. The French eventually got the city back under Napoleon, but now in deep debt from disastrous wars, Napoleon was forced to sell it to the ever encroaching Americans.
After purchase by the United States in 1803, the predominantly creole culture underwent a rude awakening as the far less tolerant "American" values crept into the city.
When Jefferson bought Louisiana back from the French, the population was approx 50% of African descent and most were actually free men of color rather than slaves. That would change though as the Anglos, traveling, trapping and trading via the Mississippi river began seeping in.
The racial mixing that was becoming common in New Orleans was heavily frowned upon by the new "Anglais" speaking arrivals. The French that still had ties to France were aghast at the barbarian like Americans, and resisted change.
By this time, some plantation owners even kept two families, their white children and wives residing in the country, perhaps in a stately white mansion off the river road, while in the city, their creole mistresses and colored babies would be kept.
It was common for "Creole" families to live in colorful homes like those seen in the Caribbean, while whites painted their houses, uh, you guessed it... white.
Blacks that had earned their freedom under the French "Code Noir" version of slavery were the most alarmed, and endangered. While slavery was no picnic, at least in Louisiana the slaves were allowed days off, and many would congregate in the Vieux Carre at Congo Square. It was one of the only places in the US that allowed people of African descent to engage in public contact, singing, drumming and dancing during the mid-eighteenth to nine-teenth century.
The "Code Noir" was eventually abolished by "Le Americans" for being too lenient, and a resentment of these foreigners imposing their backwards culture in New Orleans had begun. The city became two places, with a distinct "French Quarter" where the savory & spicy African/Euro blended dishes of Creole cuisine was enjoyed, and the rest of town, where the more uptight Anglo "whites" lived. The older "vieux carre" part of town became a sort of melting pot, and sloppy drinking & debauchery zone. Creoles & French struggled to maintain their identity, but soon found themselves becoming ostracized.
By the early 1900's the Klu Klux Klan and other harsh white extremists begun enacting "whites only" policies. Some black business owners and citizens were outraged & challenged these policies in the courts. In a one case, a "colored" New Orleanean entered a whites only railroad car and was ousted. That anti-discrimination suit wound through the Louisiana courts & later US Supreme Court and became known as "Plessy v. Ferguson", but when the "colored" rider lost, the challengers had set up the precedent for the Jim Crow laws that reigned for another 60 years. Ironically, Mr. Plessy being a fairly light skinned black avoided some of the legal prejudice by filling out his next voter registration card as a white, and was able to "pass blanc".
It's a city full of contradictions, corruptions and cultural complexities...
Proud of it's French heritage & influence , consider the period in the 1950's & 1960's when just speaking French in a New Orleans school was punishable by physical beatings.
Proud of it's home as the birthplace of jazz, consider that musicians are now arrested for parading & performing without permits...
Now the people complain about the growing presence of Mexicans and other south of the border imports in the post Katrina era who will come in and do the jobs the African Americans & whites no longer want to do... (sign at Harrah's casino)
I'll likely rant on more in detail here in the near future...
But for now, I'll just pepper this post with some historical tracks from the past & present for those who could use a refresher course in New Orleans role in the history of American music...
I could attempt a chronological musical post, but how far back do you really wanna go?
Is Kid Ory or Piron's New Orleans Orchestra going too far back in time ?
Maybe I should try to at least use recordings made when electricity and radio were already common household items?
Today I'll start with someone that no fan of New Orleans music, or rock n roll in general should be unaware of...
In the 1950's, Antoine "Fats" Domino rose to the top of the charts and became the predominant presence in R&B and Pop music associated with New Orleans....
His main musical director was Dave Bartholomew who got Fats hooked up with Imperial records. Fats became one of the world's most instantly recognizable musical stars, and this fame was widespread. Not only was white America charmed by the jolly pianist, Caribbean islanders could even pick up faint strains of New Orleans R&B stations from their radios, further cementing the musical ties between the islands and New Orleans.
The song below was one of many he released that were popular in the Caribbean, and when Sam Cooke toured there in 1960 he said he heard Fats Domino everywhere. One Jamaican nightclub in the late 1950's supposedly even named their beer garden in his honor. This song was particularly popular in jamaica, and has a slight ska feel to it
According the book published by Da Capo Press called Blue Monday: Fats Domino and the Lost Dawn of Rock 'n' Roll, he was a real hero & legend in Jamaica. Soon, in 1961, a year after Sam Cooke noticed his dominance of local radio waves & jukeboxes, Fats was touring Jamaica himself.
Amongst Fats many fans in Jamica were people like Bob Marley, Prince Buster and Jimmy Cliff who all later credited him for influencing the creation of their now familiar stuttered reggae & ska beats. The band Justin Hinds and the Dominos were supposedly named in his honor as well, and numerous covers & uncredited cribs of his songs appeared on Jamaican turntables over the years.
Here's a 1961 track and a video of Fat's hit song "the Four Winds Blow" done live in 1962.
Fats Domino, despite his fame couldn't even escape from the Jim Crow laws of New Orleans. Tiring of being forced to play segregated shows in the south, and then running afoul of the NAACP boycott, Fats, like Elvis Presley (the only rock performer of his day with wider acclaim & sales), moved to perform exclusively in Las Vegas.
This sorta killed his relevance & appeal... but the Beatles were upon the country now, and fats had to ride that storm out as well...
Anyhow, here's a few more classic cuts from this still living great who had 23 gold hit singles and was said to have sold over 65 million records...
This one came from a 1980 album, called simply 1980, that shows that the man had lost none of his charm, chops or relevance despite the disco decade having pushed him aside from the mainstream radar. By the 1970's, Elvis himself called him the true "king of rock n roll"...
In 1979 Cheap trick recorded fats "Ain't That A Shame" for their Live at Budokan album reintroducing a new generation, even if unwittingly to Fat's style.
On May 1, 1985, Cajun fiddler Doug Kershaw ( once of Rusty & Doug) recorded a session with Fats at the now destroyed Ultrasonic Studios in New Orleans. This song here is the end result, and Fats can be heard happily jamming along with the fiddle player, adding his trademark piano triplets and deep vocals to the Cajun zydeco classic "Don't Mess with my Toot Toot". Fats made a video in which then Louisiana governer Edwin Edwards appeared as a limo driver. Edwards would be unable to attend any of Fats Domino's tributes as Edwards 80th birthday was spent in federal prison, after being sentenced to 10 years in prison on racketeering charges from a 2001 conviction.
Fats some years ago claimed he'd never retire as he wants to play music for the rest of his life, but the revered piano man's age is slowly getting the best of him. During Katrina, we all saw him being lifted out of his flooded 9th ward district home. Some 60 years after starting his recording career, earlier this month when he came to New York for a tribute, the once world famous singer went basically unnoticed by passerby in Times Square when posing for a photo session...
Sadly, I bet a talentless hack like 50 Cent or Soulja Boy wouldn't have had that problem on a NYC street. But I suppose we'll have to see who pays tribute to Soulja Boy or T-Pain in 60 months, much less some 60 years after the tides of time take a toll on today's fickle music audiences.
Here's also a video and a link for the new tribute to Fats Domino entitled "Goin Home : A Tribute to Fats Domino". It features numerous New Orleans artists and special guests including Robert Plant,Corinne Bailey Rae, Joss Stone, Lucinda Williams, Neil Young, Bonnie Raitt etc. It is a unique album put together to not only pay tribute to Fats, but raise dough for the Tipitina's Foundation.
Anyhow, that's our classic New Orleans artist profile, and in interest of the present I'll highlight another local fave performer today below.
I hope you'll check back at this website later this month at and I'll include a few more New Orleans tracks as we continue to look at Louisiana's vibrant musical community. It's a special scene that unlike the business & political failures, simply thrives & even exceeds all expectations because of the unique region...
I'll look at some of the currently operating creative forces that are strong enough to float above fray. The artists that are truly excellent examples of essential spirits that are keeping that city alive, despite many of the setbacks it's had over the past few years.
The city of course has an incredible musical history for well over a century, and one could study the varied players and their numerous contributions.
No look at the current crop of Louisiana's finest players could ommit Mr Kermit Ruffins.
Co-founder of the world renowned ReBirth Brass band, and for ten years plus now, he's been an incredible solo performer whose band the Bar B Q Swingers have been an equally respected local fixture. In fact one local t-shirt company called Dirty Coast has added a Ruffins for Mayor t-shirt to it's line... If I lived there I would definitely be sporting that one...
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Anyhow, Kermit Ruffins' spirited jazz trumpet playing and showmanship have seen him compared to the legendary Louis Armstrong, and no trip to the city is complete without a stop in the Bywater at Vaughan's where he generally can be found every Thursday for the past 15 some years.
Here's two cuts by Ruffins... the first from his album "Live At Vaughans", one of the best selling CD's at the annual jazzfest, it's raucous live sound perfectly captures the ecstatic energetic & casually contagious New Orleanean funk fervor to be found in a Ruffins set.
The next cut is from a reunion collaboration between Ruffins and the Rebirth Brass Band, and the song brings us the all too appropriate title tie in to this post...
Today's missive is entitled Don't Bring Me Down...
It's named after the Jeff Lynne composition...but really it's about so much more...
Later this week I'm headed down to Nawlins, and i'll do a post before I split featuring some of my faves from that area. Louisiana holds a special place in my heart, even though I was never raised there, and have only passed through a handful of times.
for some reason the crescent city just connects with me, maybe it's just a romantic illusion, and if I didn't already love San Francisco so damn much...Methinks I'd have split for New Orleans a long time ago.
anyhow...
The first time I was in town, I was there on tour with a band who were opening for J Church at an all ages community center in the Fauborg Marigny.
As many of you know, the indie music scene lost a hero & compatriot last month with the untimely passing of that band's frontman, Lance Hahn.
Last Sunday i was privileged enough to attend a memorial held for him in San Francisco. In attendance were a few dozen people, some who'd come from across the country to attend. We shared stories, drank, ate, commiserated, watched vids of his band J Church, and even saw some hilariously poignant home movies of Lance as a young child. It was his summer of 69...
spent in a baby carriage on Oahu...
Most of all though, we reminisced as to what Lance held dear, what we had in common, and why we held him dear as well.
Our main connections surrounded the criss crossing of our ideals, our anti-establishment fervor of youth, and our total slackerdom...
Not that we weren't hard working... we all seemed to work hard at not working...
or we worked on lost causes, and flew our freak flags upside down etc.
Lance Hahn was true to his anarcho punker roots most of the time, but at the same time, he was a great smart ass & shit talker and never ashamed of any hipster's perception of his perpetual bad taste.
Tommy Strange recounted in his memorial epitaph of Lance's punk cred being in question once when he was spotted carrying around some sacrilegious Steely Dan records around the mission...and people actually wondering "what did it mean?"
I recall us both sharing an unabashed fondness for Poi Dog Pondering, Lance going as far as covering them on one release. He was just as captivated as I by live footage of the awesome Freddie Mercury in action, and wasn't afraid to be derided in a small minded lil scene for appreciating New Order alongside his Crass and Rudi Peni records.
Another band he apparently dug was Electric Light Orchestra, and I thought I'd end this post today with one of his spunky brash lil' covers of their work.
It's an appropriate tune, because I refuse to let this guy's death bring me down. Tommy Strange put it right when he wrote that there's no hole left in this world because Lance has left, the world is actually just so much more that he was here...
If anything, I hope his death helps me take life a little more seriously, time becomes a little more precious, and i'm able to learn, grow and accomplish something from this sad lil' lesson...
I guess i'll never be as prolific, or as heroic, or as determined as Lance might have pushed himself to be...
But at least so far I haven't had as much bad luck as he seemed to get...
I certainly will get around to pursuing my passions a little more furiously, knowing that his were sidelined so sadly...
We really never know when the ride is over baby...
so let's ride!!!!
In the meantime though, I thought I'd do a little update on what's new this week in music...
and maybe some stuff that's been out for a bit, but is just sorta new to me... and perhaps to you.
Fair enough?
Anyhow...
I've been neglecting making any updates here this month as i've been pretty busy, and a guys gotta focus I suppose. We can't spend every waking hour updating this silly lil' website.
I think I've just got enough time to concentrate on a blog post here at 10pm, with work finally subsiding to a low roar...
Anyhow...
This week saw some new stuff dropping onto the scene...
Os Mutantes have returned... and David Byrne's Luaka Bop is the stateside source for for their first fresh recordings in years. Recorded in London on that 2006 reunion tour, here's a classic track delivered with typical jubiliant Os Mutantes flair...
Os Mutantes - A Minha Menina from the release : Mutantes Live - Barbican Theater, London 2006
I've seen them twice since they reunited and each time was a delight... I have a feeling if you get the DVD version, you might not quite feel the magic in the air... but it should still help explain their universally psychedelic appeal.
Os Mutantes Live - Barbican Theater, London 2006" Os Mutantes "A Minha Menina" (mp3) check out more from from "Mutantes Live - Barbican Theater, London 2006" (Luaka Bop)
Also this week... those bad boys of central valley snark rock in Cake deliver up a set of goodies they humbly entitled uh, the clever B-Sides & Rarities...
The first track of note was previously issued on Cake's Wheels EP awhile back, and it is the classic 70's country jam known as "Ruby, Don't Take your Love To Town"...
It was one of Kenny Rogers big early scores when he discovered the silver haired solution to success on the middle of the road...
but unlike most sappy middle of the road chestnuts, it's got bite within it's sweet syrupy packaging...
It's a tale of a war vet coming home with no legs, who watches his woman getting all dolled up on a Saturday night, and our vet knows he's doomed to staying home in the wheelchair for a lonely night of drinkin, cussin & crying ...
It was a twisted sort of AM radio classic of my childhood, and with so many maimed gulf war II veterans filling up our vet hospitals & rehab centers...
I'm more sad than proud to say it's relevant once again...
enjoy this one from Cake's own Upbeat Records label...
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