Mr. Moderator

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Songwriting 101

May 032010

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It occurred to me that George Harrison wrote at least two songs on the art of songwriting, “This Song” (check out the “humorous” promotional video that one of those soft serves who don’t allow embedded videos from YouTube has posted here) and “It’s Only a Northern Song.” Traffic has that song every songwriter can relate to, “Empty Pages.” Collectively I’m sure we can list a hundred songs on the art of songwriting, but rather than turn this into another Last Man Standing, let’s share what have these songs taught us about songwriting and the songwriter of each song? For instance, Harrison’s songs about songwriting teach us that it’s not brain surgery, that it can be as much a matter of punching the clock than it is inspiration, that there’s no point in overthinking a song…

Last Man Standing: Songs About Horse Racing

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May 022010

This may be the shortest Last Man Standing we’ve ever had, but then again, we frequently say that, don’t we? The goal is not to list any old song about horses; the song has to be about horse racing, or have a definite reference to horse racing. Simply riding a horse doesn’t count, so don’t bother suggesting The Rolling Stones‘ “Wild Horses” whenever that day comes when you ride them.

Because there may be so few horses in this race, I won’t kick things off with the one obvious entrant that comes to mind.

The horses have entered the starting gate…they’re off!

Enjoy the following promotional message, courtesy of one of our very own Townsmen!

Things Trevor Horn Did During Long Solos

Posted by Mr. Moderator

May 012010

In our recent thread examining things singers do during long solos and other instrumental breaks, we discussed the move known as The Anderson, named after Yes singer Jon Anderson‘s surprisingly effective, drama-free approach to commanding the stage during long stretches when he could have had nothing better to do than iron out the wrinkles in his dashiki. Someone wondered if the reference to the move’s lack of “drama” was a commentary on the brief period when the Drama-era Yes was led by Trevor Horn, then of The Buggles’ fame and soon to be better known as a producer of slick, fairly interesting ’80s (and beyond) pop. Although the reference to the Horn era was unintentional, this observation necessitated a full-blown examination of the contrasting instrumental break styles of Anderson and Horn.
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What’s to Say?

Posted by Mr. Moderator

Apr 292010

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Townsman Al came across a couple of posts on musician Robbie Fulks‘ website that got him thinking…and got him thinking it was time to call on his fellow Townspeople to help him work through some feelings. He asked that I post some excerpts from Fulks’ posts and open the floor for discussion. Take it away, Al!

I came across the following two posts by Robbie Fulks on his website. It’s Robbie ruminating on the relationship between artist and fan, and it struck me in several ways. Most obviously, and despite my best efforts, I saw myself in several of Fulks’ scathing anecdotes. And, unsurprisingly, I was insulted.

Here’s an excerpt from his first post, entitled dumb things to say to singers:

It doesn’t seem too much, though, to expect some manners and social common sense, even from emotional people who have just been roiled by divine vibrations. My mom could hardly believe it when, one of the first times she helped me sell records at a show in Kentucky, a guy recited the last ten years of his personal story. He started in his adolescence and ended in graduate school, mentioning along the way his places of residence, college major and minor, romantic attachments, and shifting musical tastes. It took just over five minutes, and it seemed to be the price, imposed on me by him, of ongoing show attendance and CD purchases. “Why did that asshole think any of that was interesting to anyone?” said Mom, heated by outrage to a profane boil. I answered her honestly, “Some people think they know you very well, so it ‘s only equitable that you know them.”

The other week, a friendly, bright fellow who comes to see me play a lot bumped into me and right away started getting carried off by somber reflections on the course my career had taken over the last 15 years. “It’s always great to see you play,” he said, “but sometimes I feel bad about your audience. You’ve been at it so many years, you put out all this different music. And sometimes people like it, and your shows are packed. And then there are these other periods, when…” In his pause you could almost hear the ellipsis bumping brokenly off — Dot! Dot! Dot! “You are making me depressed,” I told him. I know he was trying to share some simple fellow feeling for what he took to be my Job-like woes, but it’s of no use to me hearing about problems that I’m in no particular position to affect, such as the starving infants of Africa or the turnout at my shows. I actually thought for a second of punching him.

One reason this comment gets on my nerves is that I’ve made it to others. I’m not sure why, but one has a need to acknowledge the unjust obscurity of others. One time I was doing a show with Marti Jones at the Bottom Line in New York. Boy, I wince just thinking about this. Excited to meet her, I pulled her into a private room backstage and just unloaded. “Your records are so good!” I gushed. “And not only good, but perfectly designed in style and production finesse to make you a worldwide superstar! Why didn’t this happen? It bothers me!” She was polite but didn’t fabricate a specific answer to my question. What in the world was I thinking?

Another time I heard the Dixie Chicks singing Darrell Scott’s song “Long Time Gone” on the radio. It sounded so very nice, and so very much like the New Grass Revival, that I immediately called New Grass’s bassist and lead singer, John Cowan, just called him right there from the car in the middle of Pennsylvania. “John!” I breathed. “The Dixie Chicks just sang this song, and it’s a hit for them, and it sounds exactly like you guys used to sound!” “Yes,” he said. “Well?” I retorted. “How does it strike you when someone takes a sound and style that you invented and struggled to achieve commercial recognition with, and sells millions of records with it, twenty years later?” A short silence ensued. “I guess I don’t feel that great about it,” he said at last, beaten. What in the world was I thinking? [More…]

There’s a lot more in this post that I’m sure many of you will identify with, from whatever perspective you’ve had in this artist-fan dynamic. The weekend’s upon us; I encourage you to take some time in the coming days to read his post in whole. For now, if you’re itching to discuss, Fulks eventually comes to this conclusion: Continue reading »

Things Singers Do During Long Solos

Posted by Mr. Moderator

Apr 292010

It’s nothing dramatic, but check out Blood, Sweat & Tears‘ replacement singer (did you know someone replace the fantastically bad David Clayton Thomas, who was a replacement singer himself?) during the solos in this cover of Traffic‘s “Empty Pages.” The solo starts at 1:43, and you’ll catch the replacement singer doing the Half-Hearted Blinded by da Blooz move at the 2:06 mark. This pedestrian move is commonly employed by lead singers during instrumental breaks. It involves some pseudo-blind man head bobbing and swaying that quickly degenerates into the posture of a dude following a humorous conversation around a keg. If I were ever a lead singer without a guitar to holster, I fear I’d resort to some lame move like this one.

Typically the singer has at least three responsibilities to uphold during instrumental breaks: 1) direct the audience toward the soloist; 2) offer support and encouragement to the soloist, thereby actually cueing the audience to applaud the singer’s re-entry in the song; and 3) stay the hell out of the way of the musicians and their chords and effects boxes!

It’s fascinating to watch a singer who knows how to make something distinctive of those long instrumental breaks. David Thomas of Pere Ubu has been known to employ the age-old Hat Wave technique to cool off his soloing guitarist’s axe. A little touch of the singer’s showmanship goes a long way during a long instrumental break.

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When I saw Yes, tiny Jon Anderson had to fill long stretches doing nothing more than banging an inaudible tambourine and letting his dashiki flow to the music. His movements are extremely awkward but sincere, as you’ll see in the background of the instrumental break in “Roundabout” (beginning at the 5:27 mark). Devoid of drama, the Anderson, as I’ll call this move, projects confidence and keeps the singer front-and-center, commanding his band through challenging instrumental passages. It’s a subtly effective approach.

So what things that singers do during long solos impress you? For future discussions, is there a term that can be given to these moves? Beside the three I listed, what other responsibilities might a singer have during his musical breaks? What moves should a singer avoid during instrumental breaks?

I look forward to your thoughts.

Six-Pack or Shotgun: Who Gets Which?

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Apr 282010

A recent issue of GQ is sitting in the men’s room at my office, with Jake Gyllenhaal making goo-goo eyes at me. I’m sure it’s just the way God made him – and I’ve only seen him in one or two movies that he did not single-handedly destroy – but that guy really annoys me. Believe me, I know nothing about him (he may be a fantastic human being and all that), but every time I look at him he strikes me as a world-class kiss ass!

This got me thinking about Townsman E. Pluribus Gergely‘s Six-Pack or Shotgun theory on how we actually assess acting talent. To summarize, if you don’t have the time to go back and read the original thread, Gergely’s legendary late-night pronouncement on the topic should do:

“There’s no such thing as Acting Ability!” he said in typically definitive fashion, slamming his fist for emphasis. “When we watch any any actor in any movie it comes down to one thing: If that actor showed up unannounced at your back door, would you greet him or her with a six-pack or a shotgun?“

Today, let’s see if we can tackle the near-impossible task of applying this theory to related pairs of polarizing musicians. Sure, we’re loaded for bear when it comes to passionate, informed musical opinions, but let’s see if we can leave musical content out of it and investigate whether there is a deeper truth to our feelings on the following pairs of artists.

Your mission is to choose which artist in each pair gets the six-pack and which gets the shotgun. There’s no in-between, no ties, and especially none of this! The only risk you face in participating is the risk of revealing something deep about yourself.

A final reminder: If at all possible, leave your opinions on the artists’ music out of it. To aid in this I have attempted to kick things off with the selection of a few pairs of artists whose music most Townspeople have equal amounts of musical interest in.

When you’re done assigning the six-pack and the shotgun to each of the following sets of related polarizing artists feel free to add your own pair of related polarizing artists for us to ponder.

Let’s get it on…after the jump!

From the Mouths of Babes…

Posted by Mr. Moderator

Apr 262010

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My apologies to a few of you who heard this story already. On Saturday my family and I were suited up and hitting the road for the Bat Mitzvah of the daughter of a friend and Townsman. Car rides to formal events always start off with a bang in our family. In the hour leading up to our departure we’re all on each other’s case, pointing fingers at each other for jeopardizing our ability to get on the road on time. One person’s shower is taking too long, while another person is taking too long to get into the shower. There’s always one more chore to knock out, like a basket of laundry that needs folding. I begin sweating like a pig as soon as I begin putting a tie on. There must be a pill I can take to stop sweating when I’m putting on a tie! I inevitably yell to no one in particular.

For this trip, although I had to finish reading the sports page and have one more cup of coffee before hitting the shower – and although I was already feeling the heat of the tie – I vowed to be the roadtrip’s Dr. Feelgood. I refrained from pointing fingers and threatening to leave without anyone who wasn’t ready at the appointed departure time. Then, in what seemed like a brilliant stroke of spreading some good vibrations, I readied disc 1 of Paul McCartney‘s Wingspan collection – nothing but the hits! I knew this CD would ease my wife’s rising stress level, and if Mom’s relaxed the boys have a better chance of being relaxed. (I was cool, mind you, totally sold on my pose as Mr. Calm.)
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