Mr. Moderator

Mr. Moderator

When not blogging Mr. Moderator enjoys baseball, cooking, and falconry.

Jun 062007
 

Art Rock

I must ask you – all of you, even those of you who have yet to partake in the daily dialog at Rock Town Hall – to check in and help me compile a list that will serve a very important purpose. Some of you may be aware of my aversion to lists for lists’ sake, but although this is what it will seem I’m requesting, I can assure you, your timely contributions will be for the greater good. So here goes maybe the least though-provoking question I’ll ever ask on Rock Town Hall:

In no particular order, please list the first 5 great album covers that come to mind when you think “great album covers.”

Please feel free to include a link to a favorite album cover, in case it’s one that may not immediately come to everyone’s mind the way, say, Sticky Fingers might.

Not too hard to do, is it? Don’t fret over your answer. Give it to my from the gut. If you’ve never registered and posted on Rock Town Hall before, here’s your chance. There are instructions down the right column of this page. Those of you who do not contribute to this list will likely regret not pitching in on the eventually historic effort that we will be conducting. I thank you in advance from the bottom of my heart.

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Jun 052007
 

Townsman Rick sent in the following piece.

On Tuesday, June 28, 2005, at 9:00 in the morning, I was in the Family Court, in the J. Joseph Garrahy Building to finalize and formalize the dissolution of my marriage. On Tuesday, June 28, 2005, at 9:00 in the evening, I was about halfway through a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert at the Ryan Center, in Kingston, RI. These two activities may seem to contradict each other, but they’re also more similar than might originally appear.

Despite what I fervently hoped and believed as a child, Family Court is not a tribunal in front of which you could haul your parents when they continued to make you eat overcooked, mushy peas. It’s where divorces are perhaps not made but confirmed, and where the jealousies and betrayals that drive a couple apart are taken out for (hopefully) one last swing, this time with the force of law behind them. The single most important factor in the development of a human being is the time spent with his or her parents, and Family Court is where it is determined how much time your child will not spend with you.

As such, the J. Joseph Garrahy Building is a dingy place for dingy affairs to be conducted, with cinder-block walls and 1970s-era brown tile floors. For all its faults, it gives a look of dour impartiality, which is what you need to feel most when you’re in there.

The Ryan Center is another cinder-block palace that could just as well be set in Kokomo, Indiana, or Las Cruces, New Mexico. Maybe if your building has to play host to Ludacris, the Rhode Island Business Expo, and the Royal Lippizzaner Stallions, this is exactly the kind of drabness it needs. Like the Garrahy Building, it provides an impassive background for strong, loud emotions to be expressed.

Both proceedings began with an introduction of the person or persons we’ve all come to see – whether they be trumpeted as The Honorable (Name Withheld) or The Legends of Southern Rock – and their entrance to a crowd of people all of whom had risen to their feet.

I was brought to the witness stand, and in keeping with the laws of the state I was asked the question asked at all court proceedings – whether I solemnly swore or affirmed to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I replied, perhaps somewhat ironically given the circumstances, “I do.” Current Skynyrd frontman Johnny Van Zant asked the crowd at the Ryan Center the question asked at all rock proceedings, “How you doing tonight Rhode Island?” The crowd responded, “RAWR.” I detected no irony.
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Jun 042007
 

This interview was conducted with key contributions by Townsman Kpdexter!

A few months ago, Kpdexter wrote about the unique collaboration between Robert Pollard and late-80s Indie Rock band Phantom Tollbooth known as Beard of Lightning. If you’ll recall, Pollard was a fan of the band’s works, and with his combination of fanboy exuberance and cult hero pull he received both a copy of the master tapes of their 1988 album Power Toy minus the vocals as well as the band’s blessing to write and record a new set of lyrics and melodies.

Phantom Tollbooth, “Bonus Track” (original from Power Toy)

Phantom Tollbooth, “The Cafe Interior” (Pollard’s take from Beard of Lightning)

A few of us in the Halls of Rock thought, What a brilliant, nerdy fantasy for Pollard to have achieved! A month or so later, when Phantom Tollbooth’s very own Gerard Smith contacted us to point out an inaccuracy in the original piece (since corrected, thanks), we thought to ourselves, What must it have felt like to be on the other end of a rock nerd’s fantasy come true? To our delight, Smith agreed to discuss the making of both the original Power Toy and the remade/remodeled Beard of Lightning from his band’s perspective. The interview that follows met the expectations of at least two rock nerds. We hope you dig it too.

Indie Rock in the ’80s, though highly inspirational and influential, was rough terrain for a band to operate.

How would you describe Beard of Lightning relative to Power Toy? A variation on a theme, an entirely new work, or something else?

First, I need to tell you how grateful I am to Bob Pollard for voicing his interest in Phantom Tollbooth. His contribution to this project was tremendous.

Beard of Lightning is an entirely new work. If you put them back-to-back, the vocal ideas, lyrics and the mixes are uniquely different. One thing that stands out to me is Bob’s placement of the words. In many instances, he sings in places where Dave or I didn’t and laid back in places where we did. It’s a wonderfully strange parallel to the original. I think BOL is free standing, but I also think that Power Toy still sounds great.

How did this remaking of Power Toy into Beard of Lightning happen? I’ve read some stories about Pollard saying that you would have been huge had he been in the band, and you guys called his bluff. True? Can you give us a taste of the initial discussions and planning and what went through your minds?

Flattery was my first response, though it wasn’t a complete surprise. Bob had expressed his interest in PT for a time long before Beard of Lightning. Over the years I’d heard from friends that we were a topic of his passing conversations. Dave Rick was responsible for making initial contact with Bob through Chris Slusarenko at Off Records. Once the idea came about, we all got into the same space after 15 years, had dinner and came to an agreement. Given our initial relationship as a very tough democratic unit, it was our natural inclination to bring Bob on as a 4th and equal member of this newly conceptualized idea of Phantom Tollbooth.

Bob is a good sport in his praise of what could have been. I also think that had we been more of priorty at Dutch East India (distributor and owner of Homestead Records) we’d have probably reached a wider audience, even without Bob’s assistance. Indie Rock in the ’80s, though highly inspirational and influential, was rough terrain for a band to operate. Factor in the kinds of influences that informed our songs and the crazy, chaotic structures that they were built upon, we didn’t make things any easier. All things considered though, Bob’s redo of the vocals/lyrics make for a smoother listen. Daniel Rey’s remixes are also great.
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Jun 042007
 


Last weekend I stumbled on both a live performance of The Cure on that British show Jools Holland hosts and the song “Friday I’m in Love” on the radio, and I wondered whether this band was due for a Critical Upgrade.

I’m aware that to our chubby, sexually ambivalent, 17-year-old readers, the notion that The Cure would need a Critical Upgrade is preposterous, but it’s time I – and others within the Halls of Rock – re-evaluate our grudging admittance that The Cure is, as one might put it, “As good as that pussy shit gets.”
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Jun 042007
 

Townsman Hrrundivbakshi sent in the following report from the field.

Part of my upcoming Francophone Thifty Music haul included an album by the “yeh-yeh girl from Paris,” Francoise Hardy. As I gazed at the cover, I knew it reminded me of something… but what?

Something in the way…

Then it hit me!

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Jun 012007
 

Thanks for the wake-up call, Townsman dbuskirk!

By Daniel J. Levitin, Washington Post
Friday, June 1, 2007

Yes, it’s been 40 years exactly since Sgt. Pepper, having labored the previous 20 years teaching his band to play, arranged for its debut in full psychedelic regalia. He leveraged a little help from his friends, notably the vocalist Billy Shears and a riverboat owner named Lucy who had apparently made her fortune in the diamond business. Pepper realized that good music-making requires the expanding of horizons. A recent “trip” inspired him to incorporate tabla and sitar into the music. The band exhorted us to sit back and let the evening go so that they could turn us on, musically, lyrically, and blow our minds for the next several decades.

…To a neuroscientist, the longevity of the Beatles can be explained by the fact that their music created subtle and rewarding schematic violations of popular musical forms, causing a symphony of neural firings from the cerebellum to the prefrontal cortex, joined by a chorus of the limbic system and an ostinato from the brainstem. To a musician, each hearing showcases nuances not heard before, details of arrangement and intricacy that reveal themselves across hundreds or thousands of performances and listenings. The act we’ve known for all these years is still in style, guaranteed to raise a smile, one hopes for generations to come. I have to admit, it’s getting better all the time.

Related: See, also, what “Mom” says.

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Jun 012007
 


I just watched a Syd Barrett documentary on VH1 Classic that was surprisingly good and touching. I love the 2 Barrett solo albums and his work with Pink Floyd is almost always “cool,” even when not “great.” However, I usually keep my enjoyment of Barrett to myself. Other people tend to ruin it for me by focusing on the crazy/drug stuff that most people, I sense, like to live through vicariously. By watching this documentary, which was driven by interviews with the Floyd guys, I’ve not only gained a little more respect for the members of the classic version of Pink Floyd, a phenomenon that creeps forward with each passing year of my long-overdue maturity, but I came to an even more surprising realization and feeling of warmth and tolerance. There’s a brief bit with Robyn Hitchcock, who talks about the natural ease of Barrett’s solo albums. It’s never been a secret that Hitchcock was a Barrett fan, but it was my perceived take on his fandom and his seeming fascination with the KEEEERRRRAAAAAZY diamond side of the artist that turned me off on Hitchcock’s music beyond its frequent mediocrity and that made me think twice, tonight, about watching this Barrett doc. As it turned out, from the 2 minutes Hitchcock spoke on the solo Barrett albums, I got a rare taste of Hitchcock’s better side, a side that I’ve only been able to enjoy on his Element of Light album and the song “Winchester”, in particular. I also admire the guy’s hair. Now, if only I could determine another half dozen Hitchcock songs I’d really like to hear on a regular basis…

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