Tuesday, November 19, 2024

VOTD #2 11/19/2024

 Maurizio Bianchi: SFAG (Recursion)

Purchased new at Mind Cure Records


Maybe, after staying mute for a time, I feel like writing. 

I know I should probably be pouring my feelings into my music. It's my primary/fundamental art, right? Yet here I am, putting letters to words to sentences to paragraphs. 

I have a largely illogical love of Maurizio Bianchi's music. Why so? He's someone with no skills whatsoever, running his primitive synth performances through an Echoplex and recording the results. 

There's a dark ambience to what he does, that definitely appeals to me. "Dark Ambient" is a genre unto itself, and I often fall asleep to streaming radio stations that play dark ambient/drone sounds. 

SFAG=Symphony for a Genocide. Unlike some of his early industrial music cohorts, I don't think MB is fascistic. He's eschatological, more concerned with the death of humanity. 

I think this LP is a bootleg, though I'm not certain that Maurizio himself cares. He is himself a Jehovah's Witness, since his first retirement from music in the early 80s. To see his image now, he looks like a middle-aged business man mid-level on the corporate ladder; neither at the bottom, but never at the top.




VOTD 11/19/2024

 Sun Ra: Nothing Is (ESP)

Bought used in the 80s, probably in Baltimore


Hello, how are you? I'm not so good, but surviving. 

My previous missive was during the election night, or the next day I guess? I'm not as crushed or surprised as the last time Mr. Trump was elected president, despite the strong possibility this administration will be far, far, worse. 

I've largely avoided broadcast news, radio and television, and online. Not as determinately as 2016, but nearly. They are in large part responsible for Trump getting elected. 

I chose this album semi-randomly. Semi because....I went through a few other random selections before deciding this one was right. 

I can't recall where I bought this LP, though I doubt it cost me more than $5. The spine is split at the opening. I'm pretty sure I've had it since the late 80s, which would place it in my two year period of living in Baltimore. 

I'm not certain, but it's possible I bought this at Red's Records in the Federal Hill neighborhood. Red's was a tiny record story run out of someone's basement in a row house, and the manager didn't own the house. He rented the space. I think he had been in a different space previously. I tried to pay for a copy of Jazz in Silhouette, a Sun Ra reissue on Impulse! for $3 with a twenty dollar bill. He didn't have enough change, but let me take the record with me. When I paid for it in singles a week or two later, he didn't remember the prior exchange. 

Red (I guess I can call him that) had a day-glo screen printed poster of The Immoral Mr. Teas, Russ Meyer's first feature length movie, hanging on the wall. I saw it and laughed out loud, and Red said, "Do you want one? I think I have another copy" and gave me a folded, undisplayed copy of the same poster. I still have it. It's beautiful.

What I guess I'm saying is, Red, if you're out there, you have had a friend for life.

But....it's quite possible I bought this LP somewhere else, rendering my previous memories nothing more that the ramblings of an old man. 

Nothing Is... is unquestionably one of Sun Ra's best albums. I generally cite Live at Montreux as my favorite, and like the Space is the Place soundtrack album, represents a good overview of Sunny's work. This period, 1966-68, was probably his most daring if not my absolute favorite. The Magic City is from this time period, which I'd probably regard as his most important record. "Important"? Well....critically original. But this is close behind. 

"Dancing Shadows" opens the program, and it's a banger melody. Closing side one is "Exotic Forest", wtht Marshall Allen (who turned 100 this year!) kicking it on oboe, his first instrument. It builds, builds, builds with most of the band on percussion. 

Side two includes a performance of "The Shadow World", possibly Sun Ra's greatest and most epic composition. He must have known it too, considering how many versions appeared on his records.

I don't know, I'm happy to slip into another world momentarily. Our politics are for shit, I am frustrated teaching apathetic college students, one of whom has lodged a formal complaint against the grade I gave him. I'm tired.

At least there's music.



Friday, November 15, 2024

VOTD 11/15/2024

 Etron Fou Leloublan: Les Sillons De La Terre (Turbo)

I think I bought this at new at Tower Records in downtown Manhattan


A lot's happened since I last checked in. I don't need to write about most of it. My daughter's birthday was Monday, that eclipses most things globally. 

I guess this album had been on my mind to spin, another "comfort music" choice from my younger days. This was a band I probably read about in Op magazine, an essential zine from the 80s covering independent music. Lost Music Network's OP (LMNOP). There were 26 issues, each thematically for each letter of the alphabet, though not limited to the theme. Op, on its dissolution, broke into two factions: Sound Choice (the more radical and shorter lived spin off) and Option (the more commercial byproduct, still ultimately doomed). I subscribed in the last year or two of Op, even had an Op tshirt. 

Somewhere....maybe in Op?...I read a description of Etron Fou Leloublan as being being like Captain Beefheart with all of the blues drained from it. That's not far from the mark. The music is jerky and twists, but also grooves at times. I might have guessed they were French without listening to the vocals. Without understanding a word of French, I get a sense that it's a bit on the absurd side.

The lineup on this album is a quartet (bass/voice, saxophone, organ/vocals, drums), though an earlier live album is saxophone/bass/drums. My favorite configuration. The center of this band is clearly Ferdinand Richard, the bassist/vocalist. He often strums the bass chordally, which in part defines the sound of this band. 

This was the first album by this band I heard, which is probably in part why I enjoy it the most. For as much as I like my saxophone/bass/drums trios, organist Jo Thirion adds an additional layer to this band sonically, as well as putting a female voice into the mix. 

I suggest you find this album and I ask one thing: is this prog rock? I mean, such labels are limiters, not expanders. In some ways this is stripped down like punk rock, and yet the music is no less complex than most Yes songs, sometimes moreso. The execution is tight, this was a great playing band. 

Maybe, when I checking over every prog rock recording I could lay my hands on as a high schooler, this was what I was actually looking for. 



Wednesday, November 6, 2024

VOTD 11/06/2024

 Birchville Cat Motel: Cranes Are Sleeping (Ecstatic Peace)

Purchased at Jerry's Records


So here we are. 

Eight years ago when Donald Trump was first elected president, I made a comment to Facebook: "I guess America likes a bully." I've had more than my share of bullies. I know one when I see one. I'm certain every bully I knew in my school days probably voted for Trump.

It's still true, but this time I'd add, "I guess we have no collective memory." Are we better off then we were four years ago? You're goddamned right we are. But, there was inflation!

I'll leave it at that.

I don't imagine I'll be watching broadcast news any time soon, and I'll put podcasts on in the car and not the radio.

There's time for darkness, there's time for light. I'm splitting the difference this time.

I didn't know the name Birchville Cat Motel when I bought this. I probably tracked this on the Jerry's turntable and knew it was for me. I can't say what's the source of sounds much of the time, only that it's droney and ambient while being noisy and even annoying at times. Perfect! 

Track #2, "An Emperor's Second Acension" is largely feedback. Guitar? Synth? Mic? Don't know. It's layered but I can't distinguish each layer.

I'm trying to ball up the energy to keep writing, but I think i just want to go to sleep this afternoon.

Maybe more later.





Tuesday, November 5, 2024

VOTD 11/05/2024

 Akira Ifukube: Godzilla (Death Waltz)

Purchased new at Half Price Books


Well, it's election night. I'm neither completely ignoring the results nor paying close attention. I have to teach at 8am tomorrow morning, and I doubt things will be completely decided tonight or even at that time. 

I guess for my third blog posting in a row, I'm on the topic of comfort music.

I'll always love Japanese monster movies. Give me a man in a rubber suit stomping through downtown Kyoto, and that's entertainment as far as I'm concerned. 

Even before I might have been aware of such things, I'm certain that love in no small part stems from the soundtrack work of Akira Ifukube. He lends depth and resonance to films that at times could be seen as silly.

I will admit to a degree of....hypocrisy? I love Ifukube's soundtracks, even though they largely sound alike. He has some range, but even he admitted that he did two things well: marches and requiems. We are all permitted our own personal taste, and Ifukube just appeals to me. I say hypocrisy because I don't like the soundtrack work of Danny Elfman. I mean, I really don't like it. And part of my complaint is that he has written the same score to films over and over. So how is that different from Ifukube? It's fair to say, it isn't, I just happen to like one and not the other. 

In my defense, I went to see Hellboy II: The Golden Army in the theater. For a popcorn movie, I enjoyed the first Hellboy. It tied together some Lovecraftian themes and Rasputin, good casting and performances, and had a solid score thanks to Marco Beltrami. When I went to see the sequel, I could tell it wasn't the same composer despite the credits not appearing at the opening of the film. I wasn't digging it. I even thought at one point, "Oh, you better stop using those raised 4ths, or you're going to sound like Danny Elfman." Sure enough, I saw that Danny composed the music in the end credits. I felt vindicated that I didn't care for the music despite not knowing who had done it. I may not like his music, but I want to be fair too. 

It's significant that this film and score ends with an elegy, a requiem, sung for the monster. That seems non-Western to me. The people gathered on the boat, when the oxygen destroyer obliterates Godzilla on the ocean floor, sing a song of mourning to the creature. And Ifukube delivers. The monster couldn't help what it was, it was only acting on its impulses in a world where it didn't belong. 

That is, until the sequel happened. 

On this election night, I'm hoping there isn't another sequel, though I won't be singing a requiem. 



PS: Ifukube is responsible for the signature Godzilla roar. My understanding is that it's a glove covered in rosin, rubbed on the back of a bass, with the tape slowed down. Brilliant. 

Monday, November 4, 2024

VOTD 11/04/2024

 Ennio Morricone: Les Plus Belles Musiques d'Ennio Morricone Vol. 2 (GM France)

Purchased used at Half Price Books


Ah well, another day, another Ennio Morricone collection. I suppose this one falls under the same general category as The Residents' Commercial Album, that is to say, comfort music for me. 

It's somewhat unclear from the cover what is what at times. There is very familiar material on here, such as the "Man With a Harmonica" theme from Once Upon a Time in the West, the main title theme for The Sicilian Clan, and the theme from The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. 

I watched the second half of the latter a few weeks ago. I'm not a fan of Westerns but Sergio Leone films are another matter. Even at their most "normal" they're strange, gritty, bordering on surreal. It seems to me none of the leads are good, and they're all bad and ugly to varying degrees. 

Among his many scores, I didn't remember that he composed for La Cage Aux Folles. It's super-sweet and poppy, more than my taste, but that's fine for today. I have plenty of depressing music lined up should I need to rely on it. 

Thinking of La Cage brings back memories of the Pittsburgh Playhouse's film series. Anyone who was in Pittsburgh of a certain age will recall their monthly calendar. Sometimes they had two screens running simultaneously, all repertory or second-run films. It was well curated. Among the films I saw the first time there included: Harold and Maude, Eraserhead, Dawn of the Dead, 1984, Forbidden Planet, Glenn or Glenda?, Reefer Madness, Liquid Sky, Freaks, Mad Love, and that's just off the top of my head. Sell out showings were common. 

I remember seeing La Cage there with my wife and thinking it was hilariously funny, so much so that I had no desire to see the American remake years later with Robin Williams and Nathan Lane. More recently I did see the end with Gene Hackman escaping the club in drag, and I admit it was okay. 

Maybe I'm feeling nostalgic as we head into this dreaded election, to say nothing about the frustrations of dealing with my car. Sorry. I look forward to Pennsylvania not being the center of the political universe again.

And here I sit listening to Morricone again, who's sounding alternately epic or weirdly saccharine on various turns. 



Wednesday, October 30, 2024

CDOTD 10/30/2024

 The Residents: The Residents' Commercial Album (pREServed Edition) (Cherry Red) disc one

Purchased new through mail order


Back to writing my thoughts, autobiographically and about music. 

On the plus side, I played an exciting program last night of Sam Rivers' big band music. I'm tired today. I felt on focused but on edge all night; the music was challenging to play correctly and I felt a responsibility to do well. The concert was a success and received with enthusiasm. 

On the other hand, this past weekend was the sixth anniversary of the Tree of Life shooting. It occurred to me that I'm going to be reminded every anniversary for the remainder of my life. I don't forget but also don't need a reminder.

Then there's the election. I'm sure it has put a substantial amount of the population in a state of anxiety, myself included. I think Harris is more likely than not to win the election, so part of me is cautiously optimistic. And yet, I know there's an excellent chance Trump could win again, which fills me with tremendous dread. Not just because he's who he is (use your choice of descriptor here, I don't need to do so), but many people have placed so much of their faith in this awful, awful man. My wife warned me, "You need to be prepared for what could happen" without saying what that was. I knew what she meant. I told, I know I do. 

When Trump won the election eight years ago, I shut myself off from all broadcast news for four weeks and listened to the most severe, downbeat music I could find. Music that would normally comfort or console me wasn't right; only music that was bleak and severe felt correct in the moment. I think this time it could be doubly true. I have physical copies of albums by Swans, Khanate, Gnaw Their Tongues, Abruptum on the ready.

And if luck should have it that Harris wins? Then I could still listen to those things, but because I choose to do so, not because I need to. 

Tonight's selection falls under the category of comfort music. I've written about The Residents on this blog several times in the past, so I don't feel a need to fill in the complete story. They were something I discovered in high school. I've never lost my love of their early work, and in my opinion this is their last "great" album. In recent years I spun my copy of their subsequent album, Mark of the Mole, and I found myself enjoying it more than I had remembered. Nonetheless, I'm not a big fan of "storytelling through sound." That's even more true of their album Eskimo, an album I admire more than I enjoy. I'd draw a distinction between those albums and Not Available, which comes across more like chamber opera or cantata. 

Is there a more preposterous concept album than this? An LP of forty exactly one minute songs? There's probably some ridiculous heavy metal rock opera that's a silly take on, oh I don't know, the story of Gilgamesh or such that's...stupid. But forty songs on an album?

What's amazing is how much of it I find memorable. It's true that I spent a lot of time listening to it in my youth. I'm not willing to say that every piece on it is amazing, there are a fair number of quaint instrumentals that could have probably been excised if length was at issue. No doubt many of the pieces could have expanded into more traditional length songs. Despite these things, in the words of my friend Jason (who's probably reading this now), "It works."

There's some more serious musical muscle added to these sessions compared to other albums. The name Don Jackovich came up on previous Residents recordings prior to this; he's a percussionist who faded into obscurity after this time. (He died in 2019 at 66.) Fred Frith is the "extra hard-working guest musician" and his fingerprints are all over these recordings: bass, guitar (clearly the soloist on "Moisture"), violin. Fellow Henry Cow and Art Bears bandmate to Fred, Chris Cutler, adds some percussion, almost certainly on "Moisture" as well. Frequent collaborator Snakefinger plays some and sings one song. "Sandy Sandwich" was revealed to be Andy Partridge of XTC, who sings "Margaret Freeman". It's been known for years that Lene Lovich sang "Picnic Boy". (It's not hard to tell when you hear it.) "Mud's Sis" is now known to have been Nessie Lessons, one time wife of Hardy Fox, before he came out as gay. Hardy (who outed himself as the musical director of The Residents shortly before his death) clearly sings several songs. One of those songs is "Suburban Bathers" which it's more recently been revealed that David Byrne sang the accompanying vocals. The one I didn't know until just now is the Brian Eno played synth on "The Coming of the Crow". 

Brian and David don't add significantly to the album, but only adds to The Residents mystique. I guess it's their inside joke among those involved. "We had a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee on our album, and nobody knows it." Until recently. 

I have some of the pREServed edition reissues of Residents albums, and only occasionally do the bonus cuts add much the quality of original issues, other than seeing some of what the band left on the cutting room floor. Some of the pieces probably could have made the cut if worked on more, but there's nothing that's a bonus that I would substitute for anything on the original issue. The last listed cut on disc one was a contribution to the Miniatures compilation, The Residents' take on The Ramones' "We're a Happy Family" interpolated "Bali Ha'i" from the musical South Pacific (the latter not acknowledged on the original issue). It's classic Residents but also not appropriate for Commercial Album.

The funniest bonus is the secret cut at the end of this disc. As a publicity stunt to promote this album, Ralph Records bought forty one minute commercial spots on the biggest rock station in San Francisco and had each of the original songs played once. The cut here is the radio announcer introducing each song, by number. While The Residents were selling well for an obscure, self-released independent band at the time, I can't imagine this paid for itself in sales. 

Listening to it, I feel happy.