Feb 132009
 

I’m going to try to start a little series inspired somewhat by BigSteve’s awesome Pub Rock articles, but just as much as an idea I’ve had forever to come up with a way to share all the bands from Ohio, or that were Big in Cleveland but never seemed to make it anywhere else. I know a lot of people think supporting local music is just going out to clubs, but these bands are releasing albums and singles (or did) and I think it’s a shame that they were (or are) largely ignored, often right here in their home state. There probably won’t be any rhyme or reason for why I pick someone, other than I like them.

I’m going to start with The Damnation of Adam Blessing. This was a band from the West Side of Cleveland, firmly rooted in the hard, psych-blues rock of the late ’60’s, early ’70’s. Some of the lyrics are uncomfortably corny these days, but there’s no denying the big riffs, slamming drums, and heavy bass that’s kind of stayed on as a driving factor in rock music from the Midwest. It may be dated, but I think it’s part of our DNA. As much as I like Punk or Americana or whatever it is that I like, I always fall back on bands with big riffs and loud guitar solo’s. It’s like my baseline, and I think it’s like that for a lot of bands from Ohio no matter what genre they wind up being a part of.

At some point their name was shortened to just Damnation, but everyone I’ve ever known has used their full name whenever they talked about them. While they truly belonged to the generation just before mine, I knew a few kids that listened to them besides me, but we were way too young to go see them. Finding their records used to be easy. They were on United Artists, so there was always a copy at the store if you wrecked yours or gave it away to a friend visiting from out of town. I remember going to replace my copy of the first album one day and finding out that they were just gone, out of print and unavailable. Back then Record Conventions were pretty new (I think), and the out of town dealers would mark up some of our beloved old Cleveland bands to ridiculous prices, so I didn’t replace my Damnation music for years. I had a crappy cassette of some beat as all hell LP’s, and that just had to be good enough.

Damnation released three albums, and a fourth that was called Glory was actually Damnation but due to disagreements with United Artists, the band was forced to change their name (or so I’ve heard). I don’t have Glory, but I remember hearing it and being incredibly underwhelmed. Even the band members kind of shirk off that album, like bass player Ray Benisch:

In January of 1982 I was involved in a domestic shooting, at which no one was permanently injured. Inspite of having no prior criminal record, (except for that Glory album), I was sentenced to 27 years in prison.

An Italian label called Akarma released all the albums, and even released a boxed set of the first three albums. The boxed set is beautiful, with gatefold LP sleeve style jackets and the full artwork from the albums with a poster and a great booklet included. The booklet has a history of the band along with some quotes from interviews of the band. There’s really very little reference material on the band, outside of an article Ugly Things did and the boxed set booklet. Damnation were contemporaries of The James Gang and shared bills with them. They also opened for The Faces, Grand Funk Railroad, and Eric Clapton. They tell a story about Iggy and The Stooges that makes it sound like they really didn’t quite get what The Stooges were all about. I have to say, they really did get a shot with UA and their distribution network and management that could get them on stage with some pretty big crowds to see them. I’m not really sure why they’re so unknown.

Their fans have generally pointed out that what separates them from the hard rock bands of their era is their sense of melody and their harmony vocals. I don’t necessarily agree with that, because the songs I like best are probably their least melodic, but the vocals do add a lot of depth that a lot of the Power Trio’s of the time could never come close to. Unfortunately I also think it’s those vocals that lend themselves easily to orchestration, and orchestration tends to be overkill. The addition of strings on their third album, Which Is the Justice, Which Is the Thief? don’t add much to the music. In fact, they tend to overwhelm the band, and leave them struggling to be heard over the orchestra. Which Is the Justice… may not have been much better without the strings, but the label just added them after Damnation turned over their tapes for the album. The band was really unhappy with the end results, and I can’t blame them. Damnation could pull off a ballad like “Everyone,” and they didn’t need a string section and grand piano to write new outros to tack on to the end of their songs.

Damnation of Adam Blessing – “Morning Dew”

Damnation of Adam Blessing – “Back to the River”

Damnation of Adam Blessing – “Last Train to Clarksville”

Damnation of Adam Blessing – “Cookbook”

Nonetheless, their first two albums, Damnation and The Second Damnation are excellent examples of Midwestern hard rock. “Cookbook” is an original song that shows off all the band’s strengths in one nice, tight little song. I can remember seeing high school bands still playing that song when I was a kid, almost 10 years after the album had come out. I’m pretty sure they patterned their version of “Morning Dew” after The Jeff Beck Group’s version, but I grew up hearing Damnation’s version on the portable record players and car stereos of my youth. I can remember the first time I heard their version of “Last Train to Clarksville” and kind of freaking out because they were playing a Monkees song! How could a band with a name I wasn’t supposed to even say in front of my mom be playing a Monkees song? It was kind of cool, though. It was certainly better to my teenage ears than anything the Monkees had ever done. I like the rest of the album because it’s a little druggy and just a great late night record.
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Feb 132009
 


Mention, yesterday, of Jonathan Richman‘s disregard for the great Modern Lovers album that John Cale produced made me think of this most juvenile thread: What talented rock artist would you most like to give a wedgie? For me it’s Richman. Once he ditched the straight-edge VU sound of his early recordings and got into all that cutsie thumb-sucking music, I’m ready to yank up his briefs and see if I can’t get the elastic up to his shoulders. How about you? I know most of you are a lot nicer than I am, but what talented rock artist would you most like to give a wedgie? (It’s gotta be someone who’s produced a record or two that you love and at one time put a lot of stock in – not some band like Journey, unless you ever loved anything by them and are willing to admit that.)

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Feb 122009
 

What’s the last great Dylan song, you know, the last one that made the hairs stand up on the back of your neck? I was running an errand with my two sick boys this afternoon, and “Hurricane” was on. The song’s a bit of a mess on many levels, but I love hearing Dylan fired up and casting accusations left and right, the way he did so effectively in his prime. He’s so full of righteous indignation that he resorts to throwing out some curse words and other language I don’t recall him using prior to that song. When I hear that song I still feel as charged up as I did when I was 13 or so, whenever it first came out and got occasional airplay. I’ve liked some Dylan songs since then, and I respect some others, but my enthusiasm tells me that “Hurricane” is the last great Dylan song. What do you say?

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Feb 122009
 

As a tie-in to one of the themes of Exploitive Black Rock History Month as well as an excuse to make public, once more, my feelings on the film Almost Famous, I thought I’d re-run the following thoughts on films that don’t rock. Our initial discussion was fun, but I was surprised more failed rock movies weren’t brought up and hashed over. What’s that one about the fictional Carole King figure (Illyana Douglas) – Grace of My Heart! I liked it, but I’ve gotten into some long discussions with a couple of friends who KILLED the movie for having, like, a 1967 mixing board in the background during a scene that was set in 1965! Many other rock films do not rock – or cause split reactions among us rock nerds. I’m thinking of The Doors, Andyr. I can’t get by the glued-on sideburns; my man Andy is all-forgiving thanks to the mystical Indian/peyote scenes.

This post initially appeared 5/21/07.


I’ve probably said my piece just fine on my main beef with Almost Famous. Long story short, it’s a cheap, self-help, feel-good story for people who won’t help themselves to feel good. That, and Kate Hudson is among the most annoying screen presences of this era. The kid’s defense of Hudson’s groupie with a heart of gold, Penny Lane (Kid: “You guys are always talking about ‘the fans, the fans, the fans’ – She was your biggest fan!”), during the “truth-telling” flight scare, is especially embarrassing. Knowing glances follow as this 15-year-old dork tells it straight up. How phony! How conceited of semi-autobiographical writer/director Cameron Crowe to cast himself in this role. For whom does Crowe speak? What about that imaginary band’s imaginary fans, who wanted to believe the myth of the cocksmen and their groupies? What about the sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll? What about these imaginary fans having to see their imaginary heroes bond over “Tiny Dancer”? Surely there are more realistic, more noble ways to allow for a feel-good, coming-of-age tale in the middle of the world of rock ‘n roll!*


Let’s move onto the exquisitely conceived Black Snake Moan, or what I’ll refer to as Da Blooz Exorcist. Surely you were intrigued by the trailers a few months back of a barely clad Christina Ricci playing a white trash nymphomaniac who’s left by the side of the road, taken in, and nursed – in a sense – back to health and salvation by a blues-playing, Bible-totin’ Samuel L. Jackson, looking a bit like Pops Staples. I know I was intrigued! This had all the markings of a world-class, what-were-you-thinking turd of hilarious proportions. Last night I watched the film in my hotel room, and it nearly delivered the goods.

What they don’t tell you in the trailers is that Jackson’s Lazarus character has his own set of troubles, specifically woman troubles. What else? His woman done left him, and he’s been hittin’ the bottle pretty hard. Turns out he hasn’t been playin’ da blooz in public fo’ some time. The trailer makes you think he shows up on screen a fully formed blooz-slingin’, Bible totin’ healer from the git-go, doesn’t it?

Spoiler Alert! Beware before reading on.
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Feb 122009
 

Rock collaborations between major artists can result in fantastic outcomes. I’m not talking about rock’s legendary one-shot duets, such as Ja-Bo or “Ebony and Ivory,” but full-blown collaborations or instances in which one established artist produces a slightly less-established artist. I would think that fans of one artist or another may feel that their favorite in the collaboration either lifted his or her collaborator by the bootstraps or, if the favorite artist was the perceived submissive partner in the collaboration, been held down or otherwise tainted by the more-popular partner. Following are just some collaborations. You tell me which artist benefitted most from the collaboration, which artist suffered, or if the collaboration was a rare case of a win-win partnership. In other words: Who wins? Who loses? Feel free to focus your thoughts on any one of these pairs. Feel free to call in a new pair for discussion. I expect we will have some initial disagreement.

  • David Bowie and Iggy Pop
  • Robert Plant and Alison Krauss
  • Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra
  • Eric Clapton and Duane Allman
  • Robert Fripp and Brian Eno
  • David Bowie and Brian Eno
  • Jimmy Page and Paul Rodgers
  • Buckingham-Nicks and Fleetwood Mac
  • Daryl Hall and Robert Fripp
  • Lou Reed and David Bowie
  • Brian Eno and Talking Heads
  • Nick Lowe and Dave Edmunds
  • Jefferson Airplane and Papa John Creach
  • Bob Dylan and The Band
  • U2 and Brian Eno/Daniel Lanois
  • Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne
  • David Bowie and Mott the Hoople
  • Frank Zappa and Captain Beefheart
  • Brian Eno and Coldplay

I look forward to your responses.

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Feb 122009
 

Rollin’ with The Boss!

Mad props to one of our basement dwellers for passing this along: The Boss blogs on his Super Bowl Halftime Show extravaganza. I can’t get enough of this side of The Boss. This is The Boss being The Boss! Don’t you wanna roll with Him and the E Street Band? Sometimes I do.

During “Tenth Avenue” I tell the story of my band…and other things “when the change was made uptown”…. It goes rushing by, then the knee slide. Too much adrenalin, a late drop, too much speed, here I come Mike…BOOM! And I’m onto his camera, the lens implanted into my chest with one leg off the stage. I use his camera to push myself back up and…say it, say it, say it, say it…BLAM! BORN TO RUN…my story…Something bright and hot blows up behind me. I heard there were fireworks. I never saw any. Just the ones going off in my head. I’m out of breath. I try to slow it down. That ain’t gonna happen. I already hear the crowd singing the last eight bars of “Born to Run” oh, oh, oh, oh…then it’s straight into “Working on a Dream”…your story…and mine I hope. Steve is on my right, Patti on my left. I catch a smile and the wonderful choir, The Joyce Garrett Singers, that backed me in Washington during the Inaugural concert is behind us. I turn to see their faces and listen to the sound of their voices…”working on a dream”. Done. Moments later, we’re ripping straight into “Glory Days”…the end of the story.

As an added bonus, I learned the name of the African American Robed Choir backing Bossman. Thanks for sharing, bro!

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Feb 112009
 

This Saturday — AKA Valentine’s Day, for all you lovers out there — Shawn Kilroy & The Dream Queens (Mike “Slo-Mo” Brenner, Jamie Mahon, Jenny Prescott, and Mark Landlord) debut Hessian Love Songs, the final installment of a trilogy of albums that started with 2004’s Neon Gate followed by Thai Stick Dragon, at Philadelphia’s Tritone. As might be expected of Kilroy (that’s Townsman shawnkilroy to us!) – whose bio counts him as a “lover” along with the usually lonely combo of musician, singer, artist, film-maker, and thinker – ladies will not be charged admission.

Lover that he is, Kilroy’s never shied away from proclaiming his affection for England’s proto-goth, mid-’80s, moody pop — bands like Depeche Mode, Orchestral Manuevers in the Dark, and Love and Rockets. Much of that time and place scared the bejesus out of me when I would go upstairs at Revival to take a piss, making sure not to knock anyone’s line of coke off a urinal. Revival was a mixed bag in Philly’s rock and dance scene during the late-80s, but I loved it. Downstairs, in a big, open, noisy room in what used to be a Swedish sailor’s church, Revival put on underground rock shows: Camper Van Beethoven, The Mekons, The Godfathers, Tuxedomoon, Pere Ubu… Flaming Lips played there in support of Oh My Gawd!, when they were three barely known, hippie Okies playing teenage garage-band Floyd and Zeppelin soundalikes with bassist Michael Ivins operating a smoke-and-light machine with his feet. The sound pounded off the room’s exposed marble, plaster, and tile…in a good way. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
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