Saturday, January 21, 2006

Joan Armatrading



Nothing really much to say about this one. Posted because 1) it's a good song, 2) my pal Sara Zarr likes Joan Armatrading, and 3) mentioned she'd never heard it before. So there you have it folks.

If you've never heard Armatrading... I read some guy on the internet the other day saying she was the original source for later black female singers like Tracy Chapman... kinda soul, but really not. I don't know that I completely agree with that (since I loathe Tracy Chapman), and I hear other things, much stronger influences--Ann Peebles, for example--in such latter-day singers. But whatever. I'm not really going to quibble. Like I said, it's a good song.

Joan Armatrading - Baby I (1978)

R.I.P. Wilson Pickett

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3/18/41 - 1/19/06

Allmusic.com's bio of Wilson Pickett begins "Of the major 60's soul stars, Wilson Pickett was one of the roughest and sweatiest." Which is pretty accurate, I suppose, but also kinda gross. I wouldn't ordinarily consider 'sweatiness' any kind of defining musical attribute, but there is a whole class of 60s soulsters for whom it fits just right. Wilson Pickett, with his frenzied, energetic, raw R&B grooves is certainly one of them. It is a happy and apt coincidence that he shared a birthday with Rudolph Diesel, the undoubtedly sweaty German scientist who invented the combustion engine.

Prolonged eulogizing on my part would be a little silly and redundant, when I can just link you to one in the New York Times. I don't really have much biographical information to add to that. It's not like I ever went furniture shopping with the guy (although I'm sure that would have been awesome and soulful). I admit that I was unaware of the ODB-like life he led in the last two decades of his life, until I read this obit in the Miami Herald:

In '91, he was arrested for allegedly yelling death threats while driving a car over the mayor's front lawn in Englewood, N.J., and less than a year later was charged with assaulting his girlfriend. In 1993, he was convicted of drunk driving and sentenced to a year in jail and five years' probation after hitting an 86-year-old man with his car. In 1987, he was given two years' probation and fined $1,000 for carrying a loaded shotgun in his car.

So that's something. Pretty funny stuff. But if you don't know him already, please listen:

Wilson Pickett - In the Midnight Hour

Wilson Pickett - Land of 1000 Dances

Wilson Pickett - Mustang Sally

Wilson Pickett - I'm in Love

Wilson Pickett - Hey Jude

Wilson Pickett - Everybody Needs Somebody to Love

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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Our Man Hamiett



Hamiet Bluiett
Im/Possible to Keep
(live at Axis, NYC, 1977)


I want to sit down and write a good long thing about Hamiet Bluiett because I think he's terrific and because I love this record (it's in my top 20). But I'm feeling lame and overworked so no, sorry, not today. If you've never heard of him (which is more than likely), in his younger days he played with one of Mingus's last good bands and he's also one of the four corners of the super World Saxophone Quartet. He plays baritone and gets a huge, deep tone out of the horn, but also somehow manages to occasionally play higher than an alto it seems. He gets tagged 'avant garde' a lot, but that's because lots of jazz fans are stupidly conservative. Mostly he's just a very bluesy player who takes the traditions to their logical extension. It's not very weird at all. This song is also one of the best arguments for really, really long-form jazz. It's forty minutes long and sounds continuously fresh and inventive the whole way through. Enjoy.

Hamiet Bluiett - Oasis / The Well (40:57)

Hamiet Bluett - baritone saxophone
Fred Hopkins - bass
Famoudou Don Moye - drums & percussion

(Don Pullen also plays piano & organ on the record, but not on this track)

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Tricks with the internet

The internet is great. I'm doing my usual Sunday trawl through various other people's music blogs, and I came across this one guy's site that consists entirely of various archival movies and numerous home recordings of the sounds of all different kinds of air raid sirens.

Also, in (un)related news, there's this blog I check in on once a week or so called Sucka Pants, which occasionally has interesting music but mostly has kinda repulsive and kinda fascinating photographs of the scummier (and therefore actually interesting) side of hipster Williamsburg nightlife, the kinds of parties that nobody you know actually goes to, Marxist BBQs, amateur lesbian Jell-o wrestling benefits for squatters' rights, that sort of thing. Also she's really hot.

Anyway, just a few days ago, on one of her hip 'to do' events lists, she posted a thing about a Professor Murder show, and I was like, Professor Murder? I know those dudes. They're guys I used to work with--or just Andy & Tony, rather--and occasionally grab a beer with, and unlike most folks I've fallen out of contact with I actually still think they were pretty cool cats. Whatever happened to you, O Andy & Tony?

Queen Kitty



Kind of weirdly blue today; weirdly blue all weekend. Yesterday I was kind of troubled and grumpy because I hadn't eaten anything in what started to approach 24 hours, then I was troubled and grumpy because when I finally did eat, it was crappy Chinese food. This morning I was morose over my chewy (in the industrial, vulcanized sense) bagel. And now I guess I just have to accept that maybe it has nothing to do with food, I'm just grumpy and blue all on my own. Boo hoo, right? Anyway, I had Kitty Wells on my mind all night and all morning, specifically 'Mommy for a Day,' for absolutely no good reason at all that I can divine.

Kitty Wells - My Mother

Kitty Wells - It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels

Kitty Wells - I Gave My Wedding Dress Away

Kitty Wells with Webb Pierce - Can You Find it In Your Heart?

Kitty Wells - Mommy for a Day

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

A Fistful of Alice Coltrane

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

The Big (Un)Review of 2005 Post

So if you've got an mp3 livejournal, the to-do thing seems to be to top off the start of the new year with your review of the old, pronouncing with a wizened, compendious, utterly useless and Greil-Marcus-like authority the hits and misses of the year. Some people here have (understandably) ridiculed the idea that I should do so, since, as pal Pravda has pointed out, I more or less live in a pop-culture cave, and know absolutely nothing about those albums that would conceivably turn up on any critic's "Best of 2005" list. But I probably think those records suck anyway. Instead, here's a summary of my 2005 in music:


BEST CAREER ANTHOLOGY
Townes Van Zandt - If I Needed You

To be honest, this was also the only anthology that popped up when I sorted my iTunes by year, which is because I'm an obsessive archivist, and when I get a compilation I always enter the year as the year of the material's original release (or original recording, where available). Somehow I neglected to do that for this record, the soundtrack to the documentary about Van Zandt that's currently doing the art-house circuit. (The track is originally from Van Zandt's 1977 Live at the Old Quarter, Houston, Texas.) But don't assume that that means I'm less than enthusiastic about this record, because I really do think it's awesome. Van Zandt's simple, direct, forthright country folkiness is too affecting to ignore, if you have any kind of heart beating in your chest.


BEST RECORD I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED IS ACTUALLY FROM 2005
Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings - How Do You Let a Good Man Down?

I'd come across Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings before, and assumed they were a 70s soul-funk outfit I'd never heard of, which isn't unusual, since it sometimes seems like everyone who even accidentally touched a James Brown record put together a funky band at some point in the 1970s. But even still, their stuff was so good I was surprised I'd never heard of them until recently. So I did a little Googling, and was astonished to find out that not only wasn't Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings a classic funk band from my glory days as an embryo, their record had actually just come out a few months ago. Whoa.

Basically: it's just Sharon Jones, an ex-prison-guard with a serious soul voice, playing with the 'house band' (whatever that means these days) of Daptone records. No electronic studio chicanery; no piteous urban yodeling up and down the scale without actually landing on a recognizable note. It's great. It's like finding a box of brilliant but forgotten 45s in your attic. To be fair, the serious downfall of this music is that it's almost completely indistinguishable from music that was being made 36 years ago. But hell, that was some good music. It's certainly a better soul record than anything that's been released in the last decade (at least), that's for sure.


BEST ABSTRACT JAZZ LEAST LIKELY TO BE LISTENED TO BY ANYONE ON MY FRIENDS LIST
Nels Cline / Wally Shoup / Chris Corsano - Lake of Fire Memories

S'funny, this was one of the very very few jazz records on my 2005 iTunes playlist. I guess I just didn't pick up much new jazz last year. Also, sadly, I haven't been going to very many shows, where I used to buy a lot of records, so that could be it too. Anyway, this slice of sanity here is a short little bit of ear-cleaning, brain-freezing, soul-exalting jazz astonishment, the way Charles Gayle used to play it, before he went totally retarded and started dressing up like a clown and doing mime onstage.


BEST REALLY GOOD RECORD FROM A GUY WHO HASN'T HAD A REALLY GOOD RECORD IN A REALLY LONG TIME
Elvis Costello & Emmylou Harris - The Scarlet Tide

I haven't liked an Elvis Costello album this much in forever. Really. I scanned back in his discography and the last album of his I was this unequivocal about was Imperial Bedroom, which was in 1982 for god's sake. Trying to do a country record seems to have rejuvenated him in a way that trying to do an opera record did not (surprise). This is a better album than When I Was Cruel or North, and a more consistent one than Painted From Memory. This here duet with Emmylou Harris might be my favorite, as it seems to take its cues from the harmonizing, bluegrassy country of Harris's own Roses in the Snow, an album I have a deep affection for.


BEST RECORD BY A GUY WHO PRETTY CONSISTENTLY PUTS OUT REALLY GOOD RECORDS BUT WHO HAS A REALLY WEIRD CHRIST/MARTYR COMPLEX
Van Morrison - They Sold Me Out


BEST REMIXED TRACK FROM 2004
Madvillain - Money Folder (Four Tet Remix)

This is from a vinyl remix EP taken from last year's Madvillainy album. Madvillainy was pretty good, but the Four Tet remixes are complete genius. Indie hip-hop, but in a good way: catchy but weird, quirky but not precious, and completely lacking the dourness that usually characterizes "serious" hip hop. (Madvillain is the collaboration moniker of wunderkinder Madlib and MF Doom, and Four Tet is the producer/DJ alias of Kieran Hebden when he's not playing guitar for Brit postpunks Fridge, a band I have never heard).


BEST RECORD BY SOMEONE WHOSE CAREER SHOULD REALLY BE OVER BY NOW BUT SOMEHOW EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE STILL MAKES REALLY GOOD MUSIC
[TIE]
Bettye LaVette - Down to Zero
Ann Peebles - Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You

Bettye LaVette's dramatic reading of Joan Armatrading's (whatever happened to her?) "Down to Zero" comes from her collaboration with Joe Henry, the guy who produced Solomon Burke's "comeback" record in 2002. The Ann Peebles song is from a compilation of new recordings by old New Orleans soul performers that I first saw being hawked after Hurricane Katrina in, of all places, a Starbucks. I couldn't imagine such a thing would be worth even a second of my time, but lo and behold it's actually pretty sweet.


BEST SONG ABOUT A HUMANITARIAN DISASTER
The Legendary K.O. - George Bush Doesn't Like Black People

Speaking of Katrina, worth mentioning is The Legendary K.O.'s (an alias of Houston's K-Otix) riff on Kanye West's live-tv declaration about our beloved leader. It's less a polemic against Bush specifically, more a blanket expression of black anger in the wake of the hurricane, and as such is a really good example of something you don't see much of these days: a protest song. It certainly stands head and shoulders above Mos Def's whiny, venereal-sounding "Katrina Clap."

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BEST...OH, I DON'T KNOW...BEST FUN GIRLY SINGLE?
The Pipettes - Dirty Mind

Only slightly anachronistic compared to some of the stuff on this list, The Pipettes is a Brit trio that plays fun and poppy rock with, according to them, a sixties girl-group flavor, although to my ear they more vibe eightes girl-groups a la the Go-Go's, and their harmonizing vocals are at times more reminiscent of the Dance Hall Crashers, but whatever. I liked the Go-Go's and DHC. They're also kinda hot, and always wear matching outfits, which should really be required for girl bands.


BEST PUNK ROCK THAT SOUNDS LIKE IT WAS WRITTEN IN 1979
The Rakes - Retreat

2005: the year of the throwback. I don't listen to that much rock music these days (not stuff that's coming out now at least), since basically rock and roll today is all about trying to sound exactly like bands most listeners are too young to have known the first time around. And that's the good stuff that's coming out these days. Having said that, these guys here are pretty decent. They sound like they could have opened for the Buzzcocks on the Singles Going Steady tour. I'd always thought they were Aussies, but Allmusic says they're from London. Go figure.


BEST RAP RECORD BY A DEAD GUY
Ol' Dirty Bastard with Ghostface Killah - Back in the Air

The newest entry in what is fast becoming the largest subcategory of hip hop: records from beyond the grave. Pretty soon, only the dead will be able to put out any music at all. Kanye West will be removing his internal organs and embalming himself just to get people to take him seriously again. Zombie hip hop in 2006, that's what I'm seeing.


BEST OBVIOUSLY GHOSTWRITTEN RAP SONG
Lil' Kim - Lighters Up

A fairly bright spot on an otherwise miserable record, "Lighters Up" has a pretty swell beat and pretty decent vocals from Lil' Kim who, given the remainder of the album and the remainder of her career, almost certainly had her material written by some unknown hip hop ringer. Also, I think this record cover is hilarious because it makes me think of the time Vice Magazine's fashion section said she looked like the Lion King.


BEST CHRISTMAS ALBUM
Brian Wilson - Hark the Herald Angels Sing

Brian Wilson's Pet Sounds is widely considered one of the greatest pop records of the 20th century in hip cirles, and widely considered an overrated jerk-fest in even hipper ones. Whatever. I used to think I was tired of Pet Sounds, but then I got over myself. But that's kind of a one-shot deal, you know? Mostly I don't expect good things to ever come out of Brian Wilson again, because he's so cripplingly loony. Witness my surprise when this Christmas album turned out to be not only endurable, but actually really good. The new compositions on the album aren't so hot, but his interpretation of carols like this one, "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" and "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear" wound up being some of my most-played Christmas songs during the holiday.


BEST ALBUM FROM 2004 THAT UNTIL FIVE MINUTES AGO I THOUGHT WAS RELEASED IN 2005
Nellie McKay - Ding Dong

It was late 2004, so it almost counts. I was surprised by how much I liked this album. I had assumed it was going to be exactly the same kind of disposable crap I always see clogging the record store shelves in NYC, but after giving it a spin...it's not bad at all. Not really great, either, but definitely interesting. It's not very coherent, and a little overambitious, but it's got a thing going on that works sometimes. Thing is, McKay's like a lot of smartypants young girls you wind up working with in bookstores. I feel like when I first started at this company, half my co-workers were Nellie McKay, stomping around in their ridiculously cute red jackets and handing out flyers for their little cabaret shows in Chelsea.


ARTIST I MOST WISH WOULD DEFECT TO AMERICA
Lady Sovereign - Cheeky (remix)

Move to America, SOV. I'll sponsor your visa, even! American radio needs you!

Monday, January 02, 2006

The Big Cosmic Horror in the Nighttime Post

I'm still pretty out of sorts from going into my traditional sulky coma of isolation on New Year's Eve, and feeling pretty all-around rancorous. Too grumpy, in fact, to think of a theme even for today's mp3 post. Perhaps one will emerge as I let my mind wander and my eye guide me through iTunes.

Arnold Schoenberg - Verklärte Nacht (Transfigured Night), op. 4 [zipped; 27.6 megs]

Arthur Alexander - Detroit City
You know, I can already see where this is heading. This is clearly going to be my 2005 post-backlog clearing house. I've been meaning to post Transfigured Night and at least some Arthur Alexander, but never got around to it. Arthur Alexander, if you don't know, is quite an R&B nonpareil. Lots of folks re-recorded his songs (e.g. the Beatles & the Rolling Stones), but his unique, betrayed, fatalistic songwriting style really sounds best when sung in his own voice. This tune, of course, was not written by him... Not sure who really, and I'm too lazy to look it up right now. I want to say Bobby Bare, but I'm pretty sure that's wrong.

Blossom Dearie - I Want to Be Bad

Cab Calloway - Smokin' Reefers
This and the track above are from a pair of undeservedly obscure compilations highlighting sorta-but-not-quite-famous American songwriters. Desylva, Brown & Henderson in the case of the former, Arthur Schwartz in the latter. The Blossom Dearie song makes me want to get drunk and start pinching strange women on the ass, and the Calloway tune is just a hoot.

Bobby "Blue" Bland - I Pity the Fool
I've been feeling really bluesy lately. It's mostly what I've been listening to, actually. And I really should've done a big Bobby Blue post long before this. There will be one in the future.

The Chairmen of the Board - So Glad You're Mine
I don't even really know who these cats are. They're kinda 70s disco (most of their other songs I've heard are crap), but also kinda soulful. This song's got a really catchy chorus, though, and I found myself singing it under my breath (but somewhat loudly) on the bus the other day. I wasn't even listening to it at the time, it just lodged itself in my brain somehow.

Clarence "Frogman" Henry - Ain't Got No Home
I put this on a mix CD for Kromelizard, but it's still poking around my subconscious. Maybe it's the whole 'lonely boy' thing. Then again, maybe it's the 'I can sing like a girl' thing, who knows. (I really can't, but that never stopped me from trying to rip out a Betty Everett tune in the shower.) You've gotta admire the chutzpah of a guy who basically stops singing his song to tell you he can also sing like a girl and like a frog, if you want. And then proceeds to do just that. I myself have never tried to sing like a frog. It sounds uncomfortable.

Diamanda Galas - Baby's Insane
A song that somehow always makes me feel nostalgic for the craziest excesses of the women I've dated. It's also a good song to put on mix cds of crazy girls you're trying to woo. Normally, Diamanda Galas scratches at the outer limits of what I find enjoyable in music, and she's really not a good blues singer, but this record that she did with Led Zeppelin bassist Jon Paul Jones is actually pretty groovy.

Dorothy Masuka - My Parents
Super-catchy fifties (sixties?) dance/R&B/jazz from South Africa. At least that's what the cover on the compilation claims. It doesn't quite sound like Afrikaans to me, but then it's definitely not English either. Basically sounds like a lost Louis Jordan song, with this young South African chick doing somewhat sing-songy vocals (her voice makes me think she's the girl in the playground all the boys want to make out with, and one day she will, she will).

The Impressions - It's All Right
On my mind because of an Okayplayer message board thread Dantelong was showing me, exhaustively admiring Curtis Mayfield's solo output while mostly acting like the Impressions never really existed. Frankly, I prefer the stuff he did with the Impressions.

Jackie Chan & Ani DiFranco - Unforgettable
Yes, they're duetting on the Nat King Cole chestnut. I mean, really. What the fuck.