Monthly Archives: August 2010

One For Tomorrow One Just For Today

So today for Bootleg Thursday I thought I’d give you a nice little concert form the Doors on their 1968 Waiting For the Sun Tour. It’s a great concert with great sound & I really think you’ll enjoy it. The best part of this concert is that “Waiting For the Sun” is not even one of the songs played & yet it is titled Waiting for the Sun Tour. That is classic idiocy. Now, I have to go back to writing my book, but would love to hear your thoughts in the comment section here or on my Facebook Page or even on Twitter. Join the Matty D revolution & stop bad music. Talking to you Jason Mraz.

Update: So it’s been brought tom y attention that the reason “Waiting for the Sun” not played is because it wasn’t on the album. It didn’t come out until they recorded Morrison Hotel. I should have know that & I’m certain I’ve heard it before, but I apologize for not doing my research.

The Doors – Waiting For the Sun Tour 1968

Five to One

Mack the Knife/ Alabama Song

Back Door Man

You’re Lost Little Girl

Love Me Two Times

When the Music’s Over

Wild Child

Money

Wake Up

Light My Fire

The End

Unknown Soldier

Say Your Last Goodbye

In my musical musings of late I have come upon a number of fantastic new artists (new to me at least) that I feel the need to write about. I had intended to take today off & write solely in the book I’m writing about wandering through Europe like some sort of hedonistic werewolf, but being that tomorrow is Bootleg Thursday & there isn’t much writing involved in that I figured I could write a bit today & really crank it out tomorrow. You’re welcome.

We’ll start with a delightful young female artist that was recommended to me by Ryan Adams (Totally just name dropped). Her name is Laura Marling & while she’s been around for a little bit I have recently just come upon her as she is finally gaining some traction in the U.S. She has a Suzanne Vega/Lily Allen feel about her that I adore & since she’s only 20 she could be around for a very long time. She’s part of a wave of British artists that accentuate their accents when singing. It used to be that British artists would hide their accents or they would naturally go away when singing, but it seems that trend thankfully has fallen by the wayside. There is nothing sexier in this world to me than a British accent on a hot girl & if that girl can sing I’m over the moon (my new favorite phrase).

Ghosts – Laura Marling

I’m a Fly – Laura Marling

Goodbye, EnglandLaura Marling – From her latest album I Speak Because I Can

Italian Japanese is a So-Cal/Silverlake band that just recently was named the #1 Local Band by KROQ. Now, normally that would automatically disqualify them as being good, but in this case, for once, KROQ got it right. Italian Japanese, aside from having an odd name are really talented. They’re reminiscent of a band that was blowing up when I was at Live 105 in San Francisco, Silversun Pickups. They have the same tonality & space rock style as SP with a slightly better singing quality. They’re headlining the Locals Only Showcase at the Roxy in Hollywood on Thursday August 19. If you’re out there it would definitely be in your best interest to check them out.

Le PonyItalian Japanese from their album The Lush, Romantic Weirdness

Fitz & the Tantrums are a different kind of band from what you’re used to hearing. They’re a true throwback to the ’60’s. Reminiscent of the 5th Dimension they have a soulful sound all the while keeping it very current sounding. Their new album comes out on Tuesday & I already know I will be raving about it in much the same vain as I have with Ray LaMontagne & Arcade Fire. It has truly been an epic summer for music & next Tuesday (My birthday) will be no different.

Money Grabber – Fitz & the Tantrums - Pickin’ Up The Pieces

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It’s Not Livin’ That You’re Doin’ If It Feels Like Dyin’

There’s a tenderness, almost a loneliness or desperation I haven’t heard in Ray LaMontagne’s voice that seems much more apparent in his latest album than in anything he’s released previously. There’s a great following for Ray, but until this album I was not on it. Oh, don’t get me wrong he had a song here & there & his talent is unmistakable, but there was just something there that I couldn’t grasp. With God Willin’ & The Creek Don’t Rise what you have is subtle perfection. It blows me away & I run back to listen to his old stuff that I have to see if I was wrong.

I still don’t think I am. It may have to do with giving his touring band, The Pariah Dogs, partial credit on the album. Steel pedal guitars & banjos & LaMontagne goes from the shy, soulful singer that we all expect him to be to a perfectly pitched country singer.

Get so tired of all this concrete
I guess I’m tired of all this noise
Got to get back up in the country
Have a couple drinks with the good ol’ boys.

That’s not normal talk for the Boston born singer, but it all seems so natural. It sounds so heartfelt & effortless that you wonder why he hasn’t gone this route previously. This summer is proving to be an amazing one for music with Arcade Fire, Ray & next week’s highly anticipated release of Fitz & the Tantrum’s latest album, Pickin’ Up the Pieces. There has been a lull in music for awhile with the recent pop explosion seems to garner all the music headlines, but this summer seems to be changing the rules. It isn’t like this every year. Oh sure, great albums are released every year, but this summer has truly opened my eyes to people I  ever thought I’d be on board for.

I feel the same way Ray does about the city about the country. I miss the city with an undying passion. I’ve been corrupted by it. It’s jaded me & turned me into something of an anomaly in the country. I’m utterly bored at nearly all times outside of the city. To me that noise you hear constantly in the city is a welcome return to reality. Back to Ray, though, this album is his finest achievement. To turn someone who wouldn’t have listened had it not been for his album being up on NPR, into a fan or at least a fan of his latest album, is a monumental achievement.

I try hard to be open minded,  but let’s be honest we like what we like & opening that gap has to be difficult. There has to be a special connection with the music or something that catches your ear & your guard drops just enough to realize you’re in the midst of that thing that soothes savage beasts. It’s that ethereal thing that you don’t why or how you love it, but you just do. It’s funny how music speaks to some & not to others. I couldn’t imagine a life without music. I use this blog as my outlet because it is such an all consuming feeling I get when I hear something that speaks to me. It engulfs me like a fire & there is an almost spiritual affect it has on my soul.

Is there anything better than smoking a joint, putting on some headphones, laying back & just listening to the music? It’s something like that that reminds you of how great life can be. Without being pretentious there is a sense of sorrow I feel for those who cannot feel that connection to music. They just don’t get it & it really pains me to know that people can go through life & just not feel anything when they hear something so beautiful that it stands through time as a pillar of an era. Music does that. Ray LaMontagne is yours he’ll never grow old.

New York is Killing Me – Ray LaMontagne

Old Before your Time – Ray LaMontagne

Burn Down The Disco Kill The Blessed DJ

I don’t have much in the tank today as far as music goes. I have to really concentrate on writing the book today so I figured I’d give my loyal fans (all 3 of you) something to tide you over for the weekend. I haven’t always been a huge fan of the Smiths. When I was in High School many moons ago, I was a bit ambivalent towards, what I considered, a whiny sad bastard style of music. The older I got, though, the more I embraced what I realized wasn’t sad bastard music at all, but more alternative love songs.

We all have this notion that love songs have to be sappy & kitschy. What Morrissey, with the help of Johnny Marr do is create a musical universe where they can express all their frustrations, thoughts & feelings in an honest sometimes even violent way. Their new wave style changed alternative music & was part of the Second British Invasion Wave that came through in the ’80’s along with the Cure, Depeche Mode & Culture Club (I left out Wham! on purpose). So here’s a great concert of theirs from 1986 in L.A. where I wish I was right now.

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Thank Your Lucky Stars

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

Still Ill

I Want The One I Can’t Have

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

How Soon Is Now

Frankly Mr. Shankly

Panic

Stretch Out & Wait

The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

Is It Really So Strange

Cemetery Gates

Never Had No One Ever

What She Said

That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore

Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now

The Queen Is Dead

Money Changes Everything

I Know It’s Over

I Could Find Another Dream One That Keeps Me Warm & Clean

For this edition of Bootleg Thursday brought to you by the letters DBT as in Drive-By Truckers. If you’re not sure who the Drive-By Truckers are then you are in for quite the treat once you download the ditty (yeah I used ditty, wanna fight about it?) of a concert I have here for you today. One of the things that I really like about DBT is that they have what they call a “three axe attack”, meaning unlike the conventional two guitars bass & drums; they have three guitars, bass & drums. it makes for a fuller more rounded sound & with Patterson Hood’s vocals & lyrics it is unique in it’s affect.

Southern Rock & I have always had a weird relationship & this is no different. While three of the members are from Shoals, Alabama, the band is centered in Athens, Ga. Also, the location of a band that I once had a strong affection towards (R.E.M.). They’re less Allman Bros. & more the Band with a little twang. The concert is fantastic quality & maybe with the sounds of beer bottles clanking together in the background should be considered a show. There is a resonance with this band that gives me the chills & allows me to listen to a song numerous times & discover new things with every listen.

A story from Europe comes to mind about when I was in Galway, Ireland. I was staying in the Salmon Weir Hostel & an Aussie that worked there, Sam wanted some music from me that personified what I thought the South sounded like. He was planning on taking a trip through there since it was the one region he had yet to explore in America. The first band I thought of was DBT. I crack on the South a lot & mostly because the sheer number of idiots per capita is greater there than in any other region (though California & Arizona are quickly working their way up the ladder). I shared the music with him & DBT now have a new fan from a continent that is nearly void of their existence. Sometimes it starts with only one.

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Drive-By Truckers – Live at The Yard On The Strip, Tuscaloosa, AL on 2004-01-09

Lookout Mountain

Where the Devil Don’t Stay

Decoration Day

Sinkhole

(Something’s Gotta) Give Pretty Soon

Sounds Better in the Song

Richard Manuel is Dead

Margot & Herald

One of These Days

The Company You Keep

Outfit

Buford’s Stick

The Boys From Alabama

Marry Me

Zip City

Let There Be Rock

18 Wheels of Love

God Damn Lonely Love

Too Much Sex Too Little Jesus

Women Without Whiskey

Play It All Night Long

I’ve Been Sleeping For Forty Days

It’s Wednesday & I stayed up all night last night reading a book. That’s how exciting this week has been.  I will say, though, that one element of a boring week is having the time to discover new & exciting artists. I should clarify that, new & exciting artists for me. While away it was certainly hard to keep up with new trends & artists. So the “new & exciting artists” I refer to are merely new & exciting to me. Now, that I’ve driven that phrase into the ground I should get on with the post.

Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros have been around for awhile, but I just discovered them recently. This excerpt from the always reliable Wikipedia:

After breaking up with his girlfriend, moving out of his house, and leaving a 12-step program for addiction (he left, as he has said, to live in a more honest reaction to the truth of the moment, not be bound to certain behaviors by fear-based dogma), Ebert began work on a book about a messianic figure named Edward Sharpe. According to Ebert, Sharpe “was sent down to Earth to kinda heal and save mankind…but he kept getting distracted by girls and falling in love.”

It’s all kinda been done before. Perhaps, this is Ebert channeling his inner Ziggy Stardust or perhaps it’s a marketing gimmick. Regardless, the finished product is fantastic. It’s sort of Avett Brothers meets Sly & the Family Stone. I wasn’t a huge fan of Ima Robot which was Ebert’s first/other band & to be quite honest I’m not really a fan of his, but what I am a fan of is the band. It has such unique sound & quality. It fits so nicely into the indie scene. A quote I heard from Alice Cooper this morning actually sums up the music scene these days & why a scene like the so-called Indie scene is thriving:

If Bob Dylan ever showed up on American Idol he would never get past the first stage because he’s too unique. They [the judges] are looking for the perfect little package, so Mick Jagger would never make it. You go through all the big stars, none of them would ever make it.

Alice speaks the truth. There is such little room for creativity these days in the framework or box of popular music. It’s a bit disheartening to think that a band like Arcade Fire is considered Indie even though they have the Number #1 album this week with their phenomenal album The Suburbs. They sold over 100,000 units in one week & they’re still considered Indie. They’re a “fringe” group, because they don’t fit neatly into the box that Justin Bieber fits into. The only box that Jason Mraz fits into, however, is the one that goes into the God Damn garbage can.

My contention is not that there shouldn’t be Justin Bieber’s, but only that there is room for other acts. I saw the other day that someone pelted him with a water bottle while he was on stage & there were so many people who got a kick out of this. I was not one of them. The kid, obviously, has talent. He has an androgynous look about him that seems to appeal to someone, but I wouldn’t wish him ill. He’s living his dream & while he’s doing everything he can to ruin music, he really isn’t hurting anyone. The only artists that there are no room for are Jason Mraz & She Wants Revenge & really She Wants Revenge are pretty much irrelevant at this point.

I’m really not sure where Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros fit. I just know that I like them. To quote Tim Robbins from Bull Durham this is what it’s like to listen to them.

“It feels out there. I mean, it’s a major rush. I mean, it feels radical in kind of a tubular sort of way, but most of all, it feels out there.”

40 Day Dream – Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros

Home – Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros

One More Night – Bob Dylan

Miss You – Rolling Stones

Stand There & Watch Me Burn

Saturday afternoon I got into this discussion about the song “No Reply” by the Beatles & how it was a stalker song. The rich harmonies in Beatles songs often masked a foreboding sense of misogyny. It’s also worth mentioning that the songs that are the most misogynistic or edgy are sung by John Lennon. “No Reply” is no different. It could be that it was about an unfaithful girlfriend, but Lennon himself said it was his version of the 1957 Rays song “Silhouettes”.

The Beatles, Lennon in particular, have a number of songs that would give off that sense of danger to most women. The Rays song (written by Bob Crewe) is a sweet genuine song, at least until the end. It, too, is about watching a couple through the silhouettes in the shade, but then he:

Lost control and rang your bell (I was sore)
Let me in or else I’ll beat (down your door)
When two strangers who had been two silhouettes on the shade
Said to my shock “you’re on the wrong block”

He then rushes off to his girlfriend & thus a happy ending. Lennon took it a step further & made it a little less of a happy ending.

I nearly died, I nearly died,
‘Cause you walked hand in hand
With another man in my place.
No reply, no reply.

There is nothing to indicate in the song that he knew the girl in any way. In fact, it seems throughout the entire song she is doing her best to avoid him. It made me wonder if this was the same girl Lennon referred to in his Rubber Soul classic “Run For Your Life”. An example of that songs lyrics:

Let this be a sermon
I mean everything I’ve said
Baby, I’m determined
And I’d rather see you dead

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That’s the end little girl

This makes me think that John Lennon was the last guy you wanted to fuck with if you were a woman. No wonder he liked the Asian girls. Dumb white girls can’t fall in line & do what they’re told, but Asian girls are as submissive as a tranquilized bear. Of course, it is quite ironic that it was he who ended up dead. We lionize our heroes as mythic infallible creatures. We blamed Yoko for the end of the Beatles, because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but let’s not be confused here, John Lennon was no saint.

While a fantastic songwriter & musician, he was basically a prickly human being. A deadbeat dad, cheated on his first wife Cynthia numerous times & eventually in her kitchen, cheated on Yoko & was a heavy drug user. That is not to say that I will stop listening to music, it is merely a plea to stop treating rock icons like Gods. Eminem is another who is supremely talented but has his own demons & misogynistic songs. On his new album, Recovery, he has a duet with Rhianna about spousal abuse, but it deals with it in an honest almost perversely sweet, loving way.

Rhianna, a victim of abuse herself, sings the chorus, but it’s Eminem who talks about the love he feels for the woman he hits in a fit of rage. He speaks of out of control emotions & not wanting to lose the one person that makes him feel something, but in the end he burns the house & them both to the ground. Take the music for what it is & leave the personal life to the person.

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No Reply – The Beatles

Run For Your Life – The Beatles

Silhouettes – The Rays

Silhouettes – Frankie Lymon

Love the Way You Lie – Eminem (Featuring Rhianna)