Circumstances & Connections: Music Memories or Vic Chesnutt – Drunk

drunk

Fucked up beyond all recognition, I pace the floor wildly with pen in hand, scribbling indecipherable notes for a movie script I’m writing. Thirteen types of prescription medication, ten of which are treating my “so-called depression” (depression caused by the painkillers themselves) and three for the nearly severed sciatic nerve in my back (depression caused by the painkillers themselves). My thought processes are in all places at once, perhaps I’ve reached cosmic enlightenment, or maybe I’m just screwed. Vic Chesnutt is in the background singing “Supernatural” and I’m wondering how to incorporate my own scene of waking up in a hospital bed after surgery, with my push button for morphine drip in my arm and nothing else. That is to say, completely naked because apparently I’m a “bleeder.” I catch the lyrics “Out of body experience / I flew around the hospital room once / On intravenous Demerol / It weren’t supernatual” and I’m running for the rewind. Sure I had heard the song many times before, but a baker’s dozen of different coloured medication gives you a different perspective on what you’re hearing.

Several months later I’m detoxing from the one psychiatrist’s human experimentation by being in a hospital full of head shrinks. My boom box has Chesnutt singing “I tried to learn from the psychiatrist / how to stay calm and minimize risk / I should have kept all those appointments / I’m gonna need em / I’m coming disjointed” as I simultaneously weep and draw the now abandoned script idea.

img194

Listen now children – drugs are bad – getting off them – worse!

Still, Chesnutt keeps me grounded. Inspired. If he can get past all the shit and turn it into beautiful art; my penny ante crap should be a cinch.

A few weeks later, my wife and I are in sitting in our car at Fundy National Park having stopped for an odd little animal. This porcupine has its ass in the air threatening our Ford Contour with a face full of quills if we proceed. Vic is again providing the soundtrack. “I showed my behind so frequently / my dear old mother wouldn’t recognize me.” Sure it is entirely out of context, but my wife and I are in stitches at this little bit of coincidence.

2001 was pretty much the most challenging year I had faced in my adult life (up to that point anyway), but Vic Chesnutt and his album Drunk certainly made me feel like I wasn’t alone in my journey.

Thanks Vic, I hope you’ve found peace in whatever smoke filled dive you’re playing in the great beyond.

Great album… too bad it costs so much or Travis – Good Feeling

travis1

Some things are expected and some things, well, not so much. One very unexpected result of Radiohead’s success with The Bends is that many bands, fairly or not, were lumped into a category of pretenders and wannabes. Some became super popular like Coldplay and the Killers. Some had moderate success in North America, for example Keane. Still others barely made it onto the radar like California’s Paloalto.

Then there was Travis.

By design or not, Fran Healy’s phrasing of vocals bore a resemblance to Thom Yorke which was enough to get the critics calling foul. The thing is, they wrote some really good songs and albums like 1997’s Good Feeling were damn likeable.

Featuring a bunch of well crafted tunes, the Steve Lillywhite produced Good Feeling was by no means a commercial success, but it did act as a great stepping stone towards broader appeal for later releases.

Still, if you’re a vinyl lover, what would getting a copy set you back?

Well, quite a bit. Not a lot of vinyl was being released back in ’97, so that limits the number available. Then you have the fact that Good Feeling wasn’t a big seller during its initial release and again this limits how much vinyl goes into the pressing plant. In the end, you get two options and both will set you back a bit.

The first was the original 1997 U.K. release with the vibrant white cover above. Resellers are asking for over $115.00 plus shipping.

Two years later Good Feeling got reissued with a different cover featuring the band on a black background. One reseller is asking over $200.00 for it and outside of discogs, I couldn’t find any available.

travis2

Basically, if you see one while crate digging, grab it – otherwise it is a small fortune to get hold of a copy. Great record, but the price kinda hurts.

Jimmy Page – My long winded, only suitable for a blog observations on the visit of a rock icon…

pagezep1348

The cult of celebrity is a strange beast in the era of social media. Everyone can be journalist and critic once they find a forum for their opinion, and every artist wears a target when they step into the light. Hell, you don’t even need to be a celebrity, just saying something contradictory to the wrong person and the twitter verse can go all crazy on you. The smallest scrap of information can have its context twisted and reformed into an excuse to for a vicious commentary on whatever subject fits a petty narrative. Hence a friendly article on the remastered catalogue of Led Zeppelin has the comments section going nuts with accusations of a most nasty nature; starting with ridiculous nonsense and ending with a similar point – cash grab. As if Jimmy Page or any member of Led Zeppelin has need of your money.

Yes, they want to sell records and climb album charts. Yes they would love to have their work remain relevant and important to the people who have purchased it. But, and I admit to only speculating on this point, with the kind of wealth they attained back in the 1970’s, money would become secondary to their art and the appreciation they have received for it.

With that in mind, here’s the story of how Jimmy Page spent a couple days in Toronto promoting the last three studio albums of the remastered Led Zeppelin catalogue. Evidently he made quite a few people happy, and to use that most annoying and obvious cliché, he made the haters… well… hate.

On July 20th Jimmy Page did a radio interview with host of “Legends of Classic Rock” Jeff Woods live on Q107. It was a pretty cool interview if you care to hear it. The next day, Page did a book signing (stamping) at Canadian ‘big box’ book store Indigo that saw some fans lining up early in the morning to purchase his book and meet him. This is where some of the internet flaming started.

Some people complained about having to purchase a book for the signing, and others objected to the fact that Page was using a stamp of his famous individual Zeppelin symbol rather than a signature. Oddly, the people complaining were not the ones getting to meet Page himself but people that heard about it on the news.

To the first complaint, of book purchase for signing – this is pretty common practise by the book store itself and anyone attending any event at Fan Expo, Comic Con, or well, anywhere, usually expect that a signature will cost you a few bucks. There is an entire “collectors” industry built around it; people who are not fans get signatures and get dump loads of money selling it to fans that have missed out. This very blog spends some time looking at collectibles and their value – it’s just I don’t sell it! Maybe my estate will after my passing, but I love the stuff too much to give it up. I buy with one of two intentions: gifting it to someone who will love it as equally as I would or keeping it for my family’s private use.

pagebook

The second complaint of stamping instead of signing might seem a little strange, but I believe fans don’t go for a signature. It’s the experience of meeting one of the biggest rock legends on the planet, and walking out with something cool in the process. Believe me, if someone gave me a copy of Page’s book with his personal Zep stamp, I would be a very happy camper.

pagesymbol

It is about here where I start to enter the picture in my own little way. On my birthday, of all days, I received an e-mail asking me if I would like to attend “An Intimate Listening Event” hosted by Jimmy Page, which was invitation only and open to fewer than 200 people. I was more than a little shocked to be asked as it was only going to cost me a few typed words to listen to some Led Zeppelin stuff I had never heard before and watch his interview from only a few feet away from where he was sitting.

I can’t stress enough the difference between listening to a radio, and seeing (or doing) an interview with someone live. Magazine articles can relay atmosphere, but not tone and inflection. Televised interviews can relay tone, but atmosphere and surroundings are missed. Think of it as the difference between a phone call, a video chat, a letter or being in front of someone for a conversation. They all work well in their own way, but clearly you would rather be there to take it all in and experience it for yourself.

However, if you weren’t there, let me do my best to tell you about it. (Or, if you want to hear it in its entirety, you can tune into Q107 on August 2nd to hear the full interview with Jeff Woods.)

The Masonic Temple played host to Led Zeppelin’s first Canadian show back in 1969 when it was named the Rock Pile. It is a pretty cool place to see a concert at any time although it is now owned by a communications company that have converted most of the backstage areas into meeting rooms named after famous artists that have appeared at one time or another. In other words, there are no more concerts.

When I arrive at the venue my phone and tablet are confiscated. In return I’m given a return tag for my stuff, and a cool lanyard resembling the backstage pass of years past. It’s a drag losing my tablet, not because I want to make shitty recordings of songs before their release date, but I really want to record the interview. Fortunately, a piece of paper and pen can do wonders to catch a couple points.

pagezep3350

 

Long before the days of rock concerts, the Masonic Temple was exactly what its name suggests, home to the Freemasons. One room still holds to that history – the Red Room. Take an antique elevator up to the fifth floor and you walk into a wee bit of the past. The walls are lined with elaborate wooden chairs with a higher throne in the centre of each row in addition to the freemason symbol hanging on the wall. The ceiling still has chandeliers that once might have held candles, giving the whole room a bit of a medieval feel. The fact that the room lighting is red also adds to the eerie appeal. Contrasting this scene is those “hard on your ass” metal chairs with minimal padding you find in school libraries. The kind that look comfortable until you stand up and your tail bone screams a whole different story.

redroom

So here we are in this weird spectacle. There are aging rockers, mixing with suits, contest winners and music journalists. Some suits have brought instruments “to the office” in hopes Page will jam with them. I over hear three separate conversations to this effect. A couple fans bring their guitars into the venue itself hoping for a signature. People are jockeying for aisle seats just to shake the “Rock Legend’s” hand. There is such a taste of the bizarre surrounding me I’m half expecting Rod Serling to start the proceeding by giving a monologue that finishes with “and you’ve arrived at your destination – The Twilight Zone.” Instead the evening’s events begin with the host of “Legends Of Classic Rock” Jeff Woods introducing Jimmy Page who has arrived with a T-Rex size bodyguard.

Clad in leather jacket Page explains that he has selected a few songs found on the companion discs on the Deluxe Versions of the Led Zeppelin remasters. It is to be a “musical journey.” The lights dim, velvet drapes open and a screen depicts the image of a reel to reel and the music kicks in. Some heads begin to sway, but mostly, the audience sits transfixed not by the photos of the band as they once were in their heyday, but by the re-examined sounds of familiar songs. More evident than the individual musicians in the band is Page’s production. Like Zeppelin in the live setting, Page improvises and experiments in the studio and the results are startling. “If it Keeps On Raining” (the working title for “When The Levee Breaks”) from Coda, changes from desperation into a song of darkness. Robert Plant’s voice is both haunting and menacing, draped in a distant echo effect.

pagezep4351

The familiar high pitched vocal burst that starts “In The Evening” instead rumbles like an oncoming storm as Page’s guitar enters you have the dramatic impact of a nearby lightning strike.

pagezep5352

I’m left thinking that this isn’t a box set of half-baked songs and unfinished ideas; instead it a fully realized creation of songs that exist in an alternate universe; tunes that may very well have sounded this way originally if not for some twist of fate. It becomes quickly apparent that Led Zeppelin could have sounded different on record had Jimmy Page on a whim decided to explore a different sound technique.

This becomes evident in the interview portion of the evening as he discusses “Bonzo’s Montreux” and the perceived steel drum sound that is a song highlight. Page clarifies that in fact it was a studio effect he came up with. Apparently, John Bonham loved the effect as it made him sound like he could play steel drums right in the middle of his personal drum orchestra.

This is how the interview goes for its duration. Little anecdotes reveal the larger picture and add to the Led Zeppelin mythos. The music may have stopped being made back in 1980, but Jimmy Page has never stopped being a part of it. For him, Led Zeppelin is not simply a legacy, it is the air he breathes. Since the O2 reunion concert in 2007, he took control of Celebration Day and followed it with the complete remasters of the entire Led Zeppelin studio catalogue. This required him to go through miles of analogue tape and re-examine every last detail. Included on the remastered Coda companion disc is “Sugar Mama” a song originally recorded during the Led Zeppelin I sessions; which isn’t some demo; it’s a completed song that just didn’t fit with the vibe of the debut record.

pagezep2349

As the last notes ring, the Woods and Page interview portion of the evening begins. At once Page’s personable storytelling grips the audience, with various stories revolving around the Led Zeppelin mythos.

Woods then pulls out the question that everyone wants answered – why did it end? We all know that Bonham died, but Woods goes further, using the example of the Who continuing after the death of Keith Moon.

Page replies with an explanation that continues to build on the legacy of Zeppelin as both a unique and influential band, suggesting a “synchronicity” “synergy” and a virtual “ESP” that existed between band members. That if you look back at concert bootlegs, you see that the band’s penchant for improvisation made it so that fans never got the same show twice. The result was a group of musicians who had fun and remained relevant for their entire duration. His voice begins to drift off a bit as he finishes “ten years of these concerts, all of the improvisations, that when you have lost one of the key members of it, you wouldn’t be able to continue.” Snapping back, he then jokes about training a new drummer on the many ways to play a single Led Zeppelin song.

A few minutes later and it is all finished. Page offers a wave to the crowd and then vanishes. Passing by me with little more than a foot between us, I swear I catch a smile from him. Then again, maybe I’m just imagining that part as it could have been the folks behind me.

Five floors down, on the same Masonic Temple floor Zeppelin played 45 years ago, an offering of hors d’oeuvres, beer and wine is served to attendees… there are shared reminisces about the evenings events and smiles all around. It might not be the epic “Rock ‘N’ Roll backstage pass party” of a bygone era”, but it is a good way to end the night.

 

P.S. I’ll post the “published” review when it appears next week.

 

Listening Event… hosted by JIMMY PAGE

pagezep2349

So here is the deal folks!

Last night I attended a listening party hosted by Jimmy Page who is promoting the remasters of the last three Zeppelin records. I’ve written a story for the people who sent me and will post it after it is published by them next week. However, I will be posting an entirely different story on the same event here… when I get back home from a few days off with the family.

More Splash! … Already!… or The Breeders – Last Splash

breedersls

So only one month removed from writing a post on the Breeders biggest selling record, I’m writing a second post on the classic Last Splash. Last night I saw a Facebook post from Runt Records who are also the people behind 4 Men With Beards and Plain Recordings. They are putting out Last Splash on red translucent vinyl. You can pre-order the record now or wait until the September 18th release date… if they have any left by then.

Mining The Unconscious Depths or Tame Impala – Currents

tic

A few years back Grandaddy and The Thrills tried their hands at expanding our musical psyche by creating a more atmospheric brand of pop using electronic elements to create complex landscapes. Tame Impala has just taken that idea and upped it by a large margin. Perhaps it’s the drugs; maybe the work of a deeper genius; whatever it is, Kevin Parker has taken Tame Impala into a hazy dance utopia and Currents is the staggering result.

Parker has admitted in interview that the concept for this album came from a mix of mushrooms, coke and the classic Bee Gees “Stayin’ Alive.” This makes perfect sense as Currents removes the fun elements of disco and replaces it with a laid back reflective quality. The funk is slowed to a point where dance is done in a slow fluid sway. Instead of John Travolta doing a 12:30 AM splits with arm raised, you picture a 5 AM sway of people who refuse to let the party die.

Parker sings “giving in to all this bullshit / is this what you want? / is this who you are?” on the song “The Less I Know The Better.” However the atmospherics reduce the sentiment to more of a lazy refrain than an accusatorial question. A sort of “I’m quite tired, and this is so a conversation for tomorrow” thing.

Currents has an emotional resonance that rises slowly from unconscious depths only to reach an epiphany when you stop trying to grasp it. Like a great sunrise, it is best if you just lie back and enjoy the moment.

currents

Currents was available in limited coloured vinyl… but it sold out. Oh well…

Pan Am Adventure pt1: This Episode – Put Your Shoes On Dude!

P1000857

With empty water bottles and sunscreen packed I walk to the rusty old mini-van realizing I have forgotten a couple things…um… ah… oops. With empty water bottles, sunscreen, kids and tickets we jump into our family transport with every intention of pissing off hundreds by passing them in the HOV (High Occupancy Vehicle – 3 people or more needed) lanes. Of course, it is noon and there isn’t enough traffic for anyone to even notice the need for such things so I failed to catch so much as a dirty glance – damn.

Arriving at AJX/President’s Choice Pan Am Ballpark, I accidently drive into the field/parking lot for handicap spaces and get directed to the adjoining field/parking lot for other rusty mini-vans. Fortunately, the orange shirt volunteers stuck on parking duty are a good natured bunch who direct me to the appropriate place with patience and only snicker once I look in the rear-view mirror.

Sunscreen is applied and a short walk on temporary rubber sidewalks later brings us to the box-office. By this point, my second born Evan (7) is crying because, well, I must have accidently applied lotion to his eye. My first born Rowan (11) strikes up a conversation with a volunteer even as she offers me water to fix “the worst hurt ever.”

Disaster averted, I offer my extra ticket to a person walking alone toward the box office. After a minute of convincing him that I am neither a scalper or a crazed lunatic offering him an exploding piece of paper, he tentatively accepts, taking the ticket into his hand like a contagion. Yet another orange shirt having watched the conversation starts to laugh while telling me how awesome both I and the exchange were. I notice the lucky recipient of the free collectible bar code finally relax when he is allowed entrance into the park.

Gaining entry ourselves my kids are offered various freebies from even more smiling volunteers who take time to talk to both my kids in turn. Rowan tells each new orange shirt that they are “the nicest person I’ve met today.” Evan in an effort not to be left out explains that we’re going to see “Mexico play Argentina, and I want Mexico to win. It’s softball – not baseball.” Now wearing his new “VIVA PAN AM AJAX!” pin, Evan is all smiles as we take our general admission seats behind the Mexico dugout.

panam2347

The crowd is sparse as the teams take the field, but the Mexican fans make up for low attendance with vocal enthusiasm and tambourines. Rowan starts to yell encouragement to Argentina and Evan starts an argument. “He’s bugging me by wanting Art-ina to win…” I ask them to stand by the first row for a picture as a distraction. After a couple clicks, I ask them to try again: “Act like you actually love each other.” A group of spectators start laughing as the ‘little brother’ attempts to push his ‘big brother’ further away.

P1000844

Mexico gets on the board first in the third inning eventually scoring five runs by the bottom of the sixth. However, they lose two players to injury in the process. In both cases the players just kind of dropped while action was elsewhere. First the pitcher crumbled with a leg injury suffered as the ball left his hand, and later the short stop fell from what looked like heat-exhaustion. As we were waiting for play to resume on the second occasion, Evan asks me “what is that smell?” No sooner do the words escape than the odour of a dead animal left in a hockey bag comes wafting with the wind.

“I don’t know” I reply honestly.

“I’m standing down there” he informs me and walks away.

It is then that I turn around and notice that a gentleman three rows up has taken off his dock shoes to air out his tootsies. How do you politely say “put your shoes on Dude!”

At this point Argentina attempts a last inning rally. Our breath held I move down a couple rows… you know, um, to get closer to my escaping seven year old. Fortunately/unfortunately, depending on which child you ask, Mexico beat Argentina 5-3.

As we leave, Rowan personally thanks every volunteer he sees and ends each pat on the back with “hope I see you at the swimming events on Friday.”

A Kaleidoscope Of Sound or Zeus – Busting Visions

zeusbv

A kaleidoscope pumps out from the stereo and a good day gets better. That is how I started the morning off. Reaching for some black vinyl, I clean it, spin it and my kids beg me to stop singing along as Zeus break into “Are You Gonna Waste My Time?” from their 2012 LP Busting Visions. Mesmerizing textures built around sound craft shake the morning cobwebs from my cranium. Who needs caffeine when they have Zeus on the turntable?

In the last few years they have been one of my favourite bands. Like the short lived 90’s acts Jellyfish and The Grays, they play highly developed power-pop that takes the Beatles and Big Star models and filters it through a Jeff Lynne/ELO lens. The results is a gathering of tunes that catch you musically on an emotional level without stooping into that “baby baby” bag of tricks plaguing the airwaves with ‘Disney-fied’ hits.

You can feel free to ‘rock out’ without your brain going into a syrupy malaise. “Love/Pain” starts off in a “Glass Onion” conversational place before building into an all instruments in climax. “Anything You Want Dear” pours in the power-pop confection with the fast/slow drama of relationships in flux. The one liners drop: “If you’re under water / Send a message in the bubbles.” I could and probably should go on, but the important thing is the music. You really should give it a listen.

For now there are only four options open – vinyl, CD, digital download and streaming. The 180 gram vinyl comes in a gatefold sleeve and has a download card included. It sounds freakin’ fantastic.

The only problem I have with Busting Visions is how to follow the damn thing up. Do I jump back to the 60’s, maybe the 90’s or, just play one of their other records? So many options and only one set of ears.

You can pick up Busting Visions at your local record retailer or online from Arts & Crafts.

I wonder… does the future still freak them out? Or Motion City Soundtrack – I Am The Movie

mcsmovie1

Box after box opened, pulling out the literary contents and placing them on carts to be shelved by other peons. Day after day, month after month, year after… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It’s good to work, but the isolation of a receiving dock can sometimes get a little, um… mind numbing.  So the 2003 version of me brought in a boombox with auxiliary for my first gen ipod to keep me company and I kept in search of energetic music to distract myself.  The second cycle of Brit-Pop with the Kaiser Chiefs leading the way helped a bit, but I needed more.

At lunch I started reading magazine reviews and a name kept popping up – Motion City Soundtrack. Like most Epitaph albums I Am The Movie started out with a flood of guitar but as things progressed it became something else, something really cool. A friend had a Napster shit download copy on a burned CD. Light synth backing up a dual guitar attack put together with lyrics that had tongue planted firmly in cheek emanated through crappy speakers and I smiled. Songs were sarcastic, confessional, and ridiculous. Like life they played through all the various range of emotions, but most all, it was fun.

So after my shift finished, I journeyed the suburban strip mall sidewalk to the big box record store and they of course looked at me like I was an alien.

“What soundtrack?”

“Not a soundtrack, a band! Motion City Soundtrack!”

“Why would they call themselves a soundtrack?”

“Not sure, but if I ever get to LA, I’ll ask?”

Eventually I ordered the thing online, because, well, the dead eyes of mindless big box suburban record store floor staff that see boy bands as high art really piss me off.

Fuck yeah – I’m a music snob. If you got a problem with that we can thumb wrestle.

It’s been more than a decade, and like most music I love have an attachment to, I want it on vinyl. With only two options open to me, the decision is pretty easy. Sealed copies of the now out of print original 2003 pressing run for about $35 and up on reseller markets.

Or

Hot Topic just recently released a limited orange translucent version of I Am The Movie. While I had thought it sold out back in March, it showed back up and is now spinning on the turntable. My 11 year old is even trying to “bust a move.”

mcsmovie2

See what I did there… oh never mind. Buy the record and you’ll get the joke.