Aug 062010
 

wyclef

Recently, Townsmen were invited to reflect on the following:

Will somebody please explain how and why washed-up rapper Wyclef Jean manages to show up at gigs like this? I have been flummoxed by his red carpet magnetism for years now. I just don’t get it.

And I have to say that I hadn’t given Wyclef Jean much thought up until then. Or after.

Until today, when this headline leapt at me from the pages of the Guardian:

Wyclef Jean confirms he will run for Haiti president

Wyclef Jean, the Haitian-born rap star who became one of the world’s most popular hip-hop artists, has told the Guardian that he will run for president of Haiti in the country’s November elections.

Somebody much wiser than me observed that greatest hits albums are like political careers: each tends to end in failure.

But clearly the guy has pull. Or thinks he does. Have any former – or practicing – musicians ever had a successful career in politics?

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Jul 282010
 


Years ago, after hearing her butcher “Satisfaction” and then reading a bunch of ridiculous, freak show-glorifying reviews by kids afraid too chicken to fly into the sun and have their own, healthy breakdown, I figured I would forever cringe at the thought of Cat Power. Then she started to get all Memphis soul and actually sing structured arrangements with a cool band. These cats even tried to help her reconstruct “Satisfaction.” They tried; at least Chan looks like her hormones have been activated, as the song was written to influence.

I own one of those Memphis soul albums and like it a lot. I no longer cringe at the thought of Cat Power; in fact, for the last few years I’ve been open to hearing more of her music. I’ve even moved past my disdain for fans of her early records. Just now, however, I was hoping to find a clip of Fairport Convention doing “Who Knows Where the Time Goes,” my favorite song by them. I was listening to a live version on the drive in this morning, and figured maybe I’d finally find live footage of Sandy Denny performing the song with them. Nice dice. Instead I came across this solo Cat Power performance.

WTF? Is this part of that “[Insert Artist] Shreds” series of videos I’ve seen posted on YouTube?

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Jul 212010
 

George Harrison got nothin’ on this baby!

You may recall an ongoing aesthetic scuffle over the mystery of Joanna Newsom‘s appeal and whether the harp actually holds any value in rock ‘n roll. As part of the possible “flavor of the month” perspective on this issue, we wondered who was rock’s second-best sitar player. Well, wonder and ye shall find an answer on Rock Town Hall. Clearly it’s Ananda Shankar, nephew of Ravi!

Ananda Shankar, “Jumpin’ Jack Flash”

I stumbled on this track while downloading tracks from eMusic from a pretty cool compilation, entitled What It Is! Funky Soul and Rare Grooves (1967-1977). A physical copy of that CD goes for a steep price on Amazon, but you can get an entire album of rock’s second-best sitar player…after the jump! Continue reading »

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May 282010
 

It’s rare that a thread earns Friday Flashback status so soon after its initial posting, but a new Townsperson among us, beenreepin, had some Main Stage-worthy comments on how to best appreciate Motorhead. Click the link to pick up where you may have left off in December, right to his belated comments, or revisit this entire thread and original discussion.

This post initially appeared 12/3/09.


If you point a gun to my head I can hum out the 3 words that make up both the title and (most of?) the chorus of Motorhead‘s “Ace of Spaces.” Other than that I know I’ve heard a song called “Eat the Rich,” or something like that. If memory serves it sounds like the sound a motorcycle makes when a biker revs it up, right? In fact, I think every song I’ve ever heard by Motorhead sounds like a revved up motocycle engine. I know bikers and other motorheads dig the sound of revved up engines, but a lot of rock fans I know who say they dig Motorhead yet drive around in whole-grain, alternative-energy vehicles don’t seem to get a thrill out of listening to a real motorcylce engine. In fact, these well-educated, concerned citizens of rock scoff at real-life motorheads and the pin-dick compensatory measures they – no, we – like to believe those big engines represent. Yet they tell me they dig the band Motorhead. What gives?

These same, value-based proponents of “old-school” practices like leaf raking and loose-leaf tea steeping wouldn’t be caught within 50 yards of a real-life person who looked anything like that human, filthy boil Lemmy – unless they were dedicating a Saturday morning to volunteering in a soup line – yet they tell me how “fucking cool” Lemmy’s wart-encrusted Look is. What gives?
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Apr 262010
 

Years after the fact, years after I wrote off all of these bands (with the huge exception of X-Ray Spex, whose “Oh Bondage, Up Yours” is one of the most-invigorating songs ever) as undisciplined, often shrill, distaff entrants into the punk world, what am I to make of bands like Au Pairs, The Slits, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Raincoats, and many more? I so quickly dismissed these bands in my first few years of hearing punk rock and early post-punk that I’ve got them all confused these days. This called for a candid, from-the-gut reassessment.

On Saturday a couple of friends were talking about Au Pairs. One of them described them as a “female Gang of Four,” which is how I’d remembered them. Just now I found the clip that kicks off this post and confirmed both my memory of the band and my friend’s comparison. It’s pretty good, but as I felt back then, there was only room for one Gang of Four in my tastes. I still love hearing my Gang of Four albums a couple of times a year, but their style of music is a dead end. How many variations on the choppy funk chords and didactic, talk-shouted, 2-note vocals does a man need?


I went back and revisited Delta 5, another band I recalled being in this vein and having similar strengths and limitations, and my gut feelings held true. The music of this song is as good as the music in a Gang of Four song, but the lyrics sound like something a few creating kids would crank out for their 8th grade basement band. There’s a lot to be said for the off-the-cuff creativity of youth, but I felt a hundred years older than that when I was young. My loss, I’m sure. Although I truly understand the appeal of this style of music, I’m surprised young bands are still trying to ape that pose. We get it already, or at least I do.

Next, The Slits…

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