Davy Jones (1945 – 2012)

Back in the mid-90s, Nick At Nite would have themed nights throughout the summer – Bewitched Wednesdays, Addams Family Fridays, that kind of thing. One of the greatest memories was watching The Monkees with my sister and our friend Emily; being subjected to the zany 1960s comedy was a great thing for my tweenage self, and even though I didn’t get a lot of the references, I remember having a ball the entire time. Then afterwards, my sister, Emily, and I would go outside and play in the neighborhood until it was too dark and we were called in.

My musical tastes blossomed throughout the ’90s, and when I finally opened my ears to bands other than the Beatles and Queen, the Monkees was one of the first. While driving down to Ocean City, Maryland, one summer, my dad played Headquarters from start to finish, and it remains not only my favorite Monkees album, it’s quite high up on my list of all-time favorite albums in general.

I was legitimately saddened to hear about Davy Jones’ death from a heart attack today. 66 is extraordinarily young, but he appeared to have led a good life – even if he was famously curmudgeonly about wanting to tour with the Monkees again. But their tour last year was well-received, and there’s no denying that he was a natural showman.

So here’s to you, Mr. Jones, for all the wonderful songs you contributed to, whether as vocalist, producer, or maracas-shaker. Thanks for the zaniness – and the music.


If The Beatles Hadn’t Broken Up, Part 2 of 8

Having had so much fun with the first installment of this self-indulgent nonsense, I went ahead and constructed a fictional Beatles album that might have been released in 1971.

Wild Life
side one:

  1. Jealous Guy (Lennon) – Familiar to the other Beatles as ‘Child Of Nature’ from the 1968 Kinfauns demo sessions, ‘Jealous Guy’ was rewritten as a quiet admission of imperfection from John to Yoko. (Though Imagine would open with that title track, I find ‘Jealous Guy’ to be a far more effective opener.)
  2. Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey (McCartney) – Paul would write two lengthy “production” numbers on Wild Life – ‘The Back Seat Of My Car’ and this, yet another installment in what John would derisively put down as “Paul’s granny shit”.
  3. Wah-Wah (Harrison) – This thinly-veiled swipe at Paul was written following their well-documented “I’ll play what you want me to play, or I won’t play at all” argument in the Let It Be film, so it might be a little difficult imagining this gaining a spot on a Beatles album. But it’s such a powerful rock song that I can’t imagine it not on an album, so here it is.
  4. Imagine (Lennon) – A well-known and now famous plea for unified, worldwide peace – though John would later find its acceptance so astonishing, as it’s “anti-religious, anti-nationalistic, anti-conventional, anti-capitalistic, but because it’s sugar-coated, it’s accepted” – would probably have retained its simplistic arrangement within the Beatles.
  5. I Don’t Want To Be A Soldier, Mama, I Don’t Want To Die (Lennon) – Alluding to John’s increasing interest in left-wing radical politics, this lengthy diatribe against the Vietnam War would probably have been met with some opposition from the others – and I could even imagine John wanting to be bold and opening the album with it – but Paul especially liked to rattle the cage from time to time.

side two:

  1. Ram On (McCartney) – Heralding the more acoustic/country-inspired side two, ‘Ram On’ was a callback to ‘Wild Honey Pie’, and was performed entirely by Paul, with the ukulele being the dominant instrument.
  2. Early 1970 (Starkey) – Much like ‘Ram On’, Ringo performed this humorous and slightly self-deprecatory ditty almost entirely by himself with some help from George.
  3. Heart Of The Country (McCartney) – Extolling the virtues of getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city and to live a simpler life in the country, this is a light and breezy acoustic song that recalls some of the more laid-back moments from the “White Album”.
  4. Apple Scruffs (Harrison) – Written about the infamous group of female fans who took fanaticism to a great degree – Paul wrote ‘She Came In Through The Bathroom Window’ after one of them swiped a pair of pants and a framed photograph – this song features some wheezy harmonica, which ties in nicely with…
  5. Oh Yoko! (Lennon) – …this ode to Yoko, which finds John in a romantic mood. Nicky Hopkins returns for some delightful piano tinkling.
  6. Ram On (reprise) (McCartney) – A reprise of ‘Ram On’, nicely tying together the more relaxed Side Two.
  7. The Back Seat Of My Car (McCartney) – This production number – “the ultimate teenage number,” as Paul later called it – reignited the playful creative rivalry with the Beach Boys. With several musical shifts, orchestral arrangements, and layers and layers of backing vocals, ‘The Back Seat Of My Car’ is an obvious album closer.

Singles:
‘Jealous Guy’ / ‘Early 1970′
‘Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey’ / ‘Apple Scruffs’
‘Imagine’ / ‘The Back Seat Of My Car’

In conclusion: I like the flow of this a little album a little more than I do When Four Knights Come To Town, and I especially like the idea that the second side would be linked, with country-ish sounding songs tied together by Paul’s unconventional links, and the concluding production number – a sort of nod back to Sgt. Pepper and Abbey Road.


Top 50 Queen Countdown: 30–21

30. ‘Ogre Battle’
Written by Freddie Mercury
From the album:
Queen II, 1974

This and the next two songs should be considered in tandem, as a joint collection of songs, instead of as three separate entities who just happen to fall next to each other on Queen II. As on ‘Father To Son’, Queen indulged themselves in grandiose production ideas that would have been poo-pooed on their debut album, and while some of the ideas are too indulgent, well, what else could be expected of Queen? Opening Side Two (or Side Black) with a whirlwind of backwards guitar and drums, ‘Ogre Battle’ is another excursion into mystical myths, this time of beasts duking it out for no particular reason. But while May was often tasked with writing on the guitar, it comes as a surprise that this raucous rocker – devoid of any piano – was penned by Mercury. And with a crash of the gong…

29. ‘The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke’
Written by Freddie Mercury
From the album:
Queen II, 1974

…we are introduced to this curious ditty, an aural adaptation of the similarly-titled Richard Tate painting. Neatly encompassing Mercury’s cheeky sense of humor and keen ear for studio production, the song is 2 1/2 minutes of unbridled fun, with the vocalist throwing in scores of unconventional, antiquated words (“pedagogue”, “tatterdemalion”, “quaere”, “harridan”, “mab”, “ostler”), the likes of which wouldn’t even grace a Yes recording, over top a quirky, piano-led backing, punctuated with harpsichord trills and guitar orchestrations. The effective use of stereo panning was an early indicator of the kind of precision and attention to detail Queen would perfect on their next three albums. But, before long, the hyperdriven song quiets down and gives way to…

28. ‘Nevermore’
Written by Freddie Mercury
From the album:
Queen II, 1974

…this utterly sublime piano ballad, once again penned by Mercury but devoid of the mythos of its predecessors. As with ‘Lily Of The Valley’, which would turn up on the next album, Mercury, the eternal romantic, is uncertain of sexual paths he’s heading down, and while his gender-bending would be seen as typical early 1970s androgyny, it ultimately revealed something deeper and more true to himself. ‘Nevermore’ is Mercury’s earliest indicator that something wasn’t right with his feelings, though it’s disguised as a pained broken love song; with subtle touches of instruments (a splash of drums here, some supporting bass there), the song lasts a mere 77 seconds, but it’s 77 seconds of the most honest songwriting the still blossoming Mercury had indulged himself in to date.

27. ‘My Fairy King’
Written by Freddie Mercury
From the album:
Queen, 1973

The earliest piano-dominated songs that Mercury would write, ‘My Fairy King’ is one of his most impenetrable songs ever, with layers upon layers of subtext and hidden meanings that to decipher it all would make one go cross-eyed. Its inspiration came from Robert Browning’s poem “The Pied Piper” (even directly quoting the lines “And their dogs outran our fallow deer / And honey-bees had lost their stings / And horses were born with eagles’ wings”), though there are hints of an autobiography at work with the “Mother Mercury” line. It’s well-documented that Mercury legally changed his name from Bulsara while writing this song, though it was only one stage of his metamorphosis that was complete.

26. ‘Long Away’
Written by Brian May
From the album:
A Day At The Races, 1976

Brian May was always the most ill-at-ease with being a rock star, preferring the privacy and solitude he and his family should respectfully receive. Yet the calling to be a guitar hero was too great, and he sacrificed a different calling in order to be one – but that doesn’t mean he got over it. Starting with 1975′s ‘Good Company’ (which bubbles just under my Top 50) until 1978′s ‘Leaving Home Ain’t Easy’, May would write one self-sung, reflective, and introspective song per album that addressed his awkwardness with balancing a normal family lifestyle with rock stardom, and ‘Long Away’ is the most affecting and gorgeous. Set to a bed of ringing, jangling 12-string guitars (oddly, eschewing his homemade Red Special until the solo), this McCartney-esque rock ballad is a sweet dose of reality among the loftier grandiloquence of A Day At The Races.

25. ‘Drowse’
Written by Roger Taylor
From the album:
A Day At The Races, 1976

Just as May had written the metaphorically autobiographical ‘Long Away’ for A Day At The Races, Roger Taylor, too, felt particularly introspective, and updated his earlier slacker anthem, ‘Tenement Funster’, for this album. This song has come under fire by a lot of fans as being the weakest moment on an otherwise stellar album, but to me, this is the real Roger Taylor: bored with life and slumming around billiard halls instead of educating himself, the teenager finds music, and the rest, they say, is history. Songs about ennui and lethargy are rarely exciting, but the musical accouterments – a soaring slide guitar, a thick, Spector-esque Wall Of Sound production treatment, and a chorus of angelic Taylors singing such lines as “It’s the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays / That bore you to rages of tears”. The choir is stripped away for the final verse, leaving just one Taylor muttering indecisively to himself, “Thinkin’ it right, doin’ it wrong / It’s easier from an armchair / Waves of alternatives wash at my sleepiness / Have my eggs poached for breakfast, I guess”.

24. ‘Sail Away Sweet Sister’
Written by Brian May
From the album:
The Game, 1980

As Queen became more commercial, subtler non-single songs became a scarcity on later albums. In the 1980s, every song from an album could have potentially been a single, but it’s the margins on their earlier albums that resonate the heaviest with me – because they weren’t selected for the hit parade, almost begging to be discovered by anyone willing to look beyond the greatest hits. May’s and Taylor’s self-sung songs served as a bit of light relief from the powerhouse of Freddie Mercury, and often allowed them to stretch their writing chops to write something personal, instead of something more universal to appeal to a larger crowd. While it’d have been great to have heard Mercury on lead vocals on some of those songs, they have a certain charm to them, and I always thought it a shame that that disappeared once the band refocused their vision on attaining maximum sales. ‘Sail Away Sweet Sister’ was the last song to feature May on full lead vocals (apart from a verse here or there on later songs, and the 1991 CD single extra track ‘Lost Opportunity’), and is a beauty of a song to go out on. Subtitled “To the sister I never had” on the lyric sheet (May is an only child), the guitarist passes on words of wisdom to his unborn – and probably never conceived – sibling, sung sweetly over a light piano backing before exploding into that traditional Queen power anthem – chords and choirs abound! – for the chorus. Mercury sweeps in quickly for a vocal spotlight in the bridge, but otherwise May is the star of the show here.

23. ‘These Are The Days Of Our Lives’
Written by Queen
From the album:
Innuendo, 1991

As a one-time Queen fanatic, my perception of them has dwindled considerably, not only due to other musical discoveries, but also through the process of research. It’s a double-edged sword: I longed to learn as much as I could about them as a youngster, and poured myself into any available resource, but the more I learned, the less magical things became to me. One of the misconceptions I used to have was the democratic crediting of all Queen songs on their last two albums as a four-way split, whereas on previous albums, they had all individually written songs. This was meant to disguise the fact that Mercury was dying, and to split up royalties more evenly, but it presented a stronger, more unified front, which may have not meant much to critics or fans, but certainly meant a lot to each other. ‘These Are The Days Of Our Lives’ has long been attributed to Mercury, as it’s a lovely, unassuming ballad that reflects on the majesty of life. Given that Mercury was not long for this world, I – and many others – looked at the 2 + 2 equation, saw that it equaled 4, and was convinced that was that. Turns out assumptions can bite you in the ass; the song was actually written by Taylor, and may have contained hints of Mercury’s illness, but was mostly about seeing life through his children’s eyes. It didn’t matter who wrote it, anyway; it’s an unparalleled classic on Innuendo, with a vaguely calypso/Caribbean flavor to it, and May’s ethereal guitar solo achieving heights of emotion and poignancy that he had rarely hit before. Fittingly, this was released as a double A-side with ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ two weeks after Mercury’s death, serving as his final word in the hit parade – and what better way to end than with him uttering, “I still love you”?

22. ‘You’re My Best Friend’
Written by John Deacon
From the album:
A Night At The Opera, 1975

John Deacon sure went to great lengths to prove he was a capable songwriter. His inauspicious start, ‘Misfire’, was more of a delightful diversion than a serious musical statement (though that didn’t stop Neko Case from covering it in 1997), but there’s a reason you should always root for the underdog. Deacon’s second song was ‘You’re My Best Friend’, which would be like George Harrison progressing from ‘Don’t Bother Me’ immediately to ‘Something’: it’s a gentle pop song, an admission of love to his wife, Veronica, with all of the bubblegum sensibilities to make it a powerful earworm. Issued as the follow-up single to ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, its saving grace was that it was nothing at all like that single: short, concise, and to-the-point, the single not only peaked respectably but gave Deacon that much-needed boost to be a songwriter with whom to contend.

21. ‘Save Me’
Written by Brian May
From the album:
The Game, 1980

With The Game, Mercury devised a simple method of getting songs onto the album: he and May would write three songs, and Taylor and Deacon would write two. Whichever of those songs were the strongest were up to the discretion of the band, but it’s telling that May’s three contained one funk/rock amalgam, ‘Dragon Attack’, and two powerful ballads, ‘Sail Away Sweet Sister’ and this song. Written about a friend who, May later explained, was going through a tough time, this touching plea for help featured May doing a lot of the grunt work: piano, synthesizer, guitars, and backing vocals, while the rhythm section of Deacon and Taylor moved things along nicely. For all of May’s work, however, he’s overshadowed by the force of Mercury, who heightened the emotion to a great degree. There’s no denying that Mercury’s voice was perfect for a good majority of Queen songs, but every so often there was a misstep (‘Too Much Love Will Kill You’, for example, lacked the true emotion of May’s solo single when it was released on Made In Heaven with Mercury on lead vocals). Not so on ‘Save Me’, where Mercury is so believable that you think he’s the one going through the tough times. That must have taken some work, as Mercury often delivered the songs with tongue planted in cheek, sometimes more forcefully than not, depending on the atmosphere of the song. But when he played it straight, he was able to achieve such languid beauty that you can’t help but feel a slight lump in the back of the throat.


Top 50 Queen Countdown: 40–31

40. ‘Spread Your Wings’
Written by John Deacon
From the album: News Of The World, 1977

John Deacon had the enviable talent of delivering one knock-out song per album, a reputation he upheld throughout his entire songwriting career, and there are several of his songs in these lists. ‘Spread Your Wings’ is a plaintive power ballad, written about a down-on-his-luck loner named Sammy who grew up believing that he was destined for great things, only to be beaten down by the harshness of reality. What makes the song so effective is its simplicity: as it was submitted for News Of The World, Queen’s back-to-basics album, it sounds like it was recorded in one take in the studio, with very little, if any, studio trickery slathered on. (If it had been submitted for any of Queen’s earlier albums, it would have undoubtedly been tarted up with vocal harmonies and guitar orchestrations, which aren’t necessarily a bad thing.) Far superior is a BBC take, which was recorded live in one take, and features a more muscular backing and a double-time instrumental coda.

39. ‘Bijou’
Written by Queen
From the album: Innuendo, 1991

The definition of bijou is “small and elegant”, and that was the band’s intent with this song. Written by Brian May and Freddie Mercury, the song was modeled off of Jeff Beck’s ‘Where Were You’, in that it’s an inside-out song: May’s guitar wails mournfully where Mercury’s lyrics would be, and in the middle, where a guitar solo would be, is a little vocal interjection from Mercury, who sings a brief, four-line ode to a lover. It’s a neat trick that works astonishingly well, and serves as a beautiful introduction to Queen’s swansong, ‘The Show Must Go On’.

38. ‘Radio Ga Ga’
Written by Roger Taylor
From the album: The Works, 1984

Unlike the consistent pop song-crafter Deacon, Roger Taylor’s track record was a little spottier. It got better, under Mercury’s watchful eye, throughout the 1980s, and when ‘Radio Ga Ga’ was released as the first single from The Works, to have had it credited as a Taylor/Mercury composition wouldn’t have been too far off from the truth. That being said, the lyrics are pure Taylor: bemoaning the also-ran status of radio, once a marvelous invention, now replaced by music television, the song is six minutes of delightful electronic pop-rock, with synthesizers masterfully integrated so that they’re part of the atmospherics, and not just there to be there. With a hard-hitting and memorable chorus, ‘Radio Ga Ga’ rightfully washed away the bad taste of Hot Space and Queen’s questionable excursions into disco.

37. ‘Who Wants To Live Forever’
Written by Brian May
From the album: A Kind Of Magic, 1986

Queen’s mid-1980s output can be summed up thusly: three or four killer singles per album, six or seven mediocre-to-great album tracks. The three albums released in this span – The Works, 1984; A Kind Of Magic, 1986; and The Miracle, 1989 – were million-sellers and platinum records for the band, but were designed with an eye on the charts instead of presenting a unified album. That said, there are some songs on these albums worth finding: ‘Who Wants To Live Forever’ is a fairly popular Queen song, and was even released as a single, though it failed to attract much of an audience. But this gorgeous ballad, with keyboards, guitars, Mercury’s powerful, restrained vocals, and the National Philharmonic Orchestra, deserved far better, but being released alongside ‘A Kind Of Magic’ and ‘One Vision’, it’s understandable that a five minute ballad would be pushed out of the consciousness in favor of poppier, rockier stuff – but that doesn’t mean it’s fair.

36. ‘In The Lap Of The Gods…Revisted’
Written by Freddie Mercury
From the album: Sheer Heart Attack, 1974

Queen’s first two albums were rooted more deeply in prog/art rock, so when the comparatively poppy Sheer Heart Attack was released, it was a dynamic shift toward playing the charts while still experimenting with unconventional musical styles. ‘In The Lap Of The Gods’ is an operatic apocalypse, a Dante’s Inferno of otherworldly howling that was the obvious precursor to ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ – yet its revisited cousin, which closes the Sheer Heart Attack album, is a power ballad through and through, with Mercury admitting his posturing and pretending is all for show, and that there’s depth beneath his exterior. Taking ‘Hey Jude’ as a template, with an extended singalong chorus that’s equally as meaningless (“Woah woah la la, woah wa woo” instead of “Na na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude”), ‘In The Lap Of The Gods…Revisited’ entrenched itself as a set closer for the next three years, though ‘We Are The Champions’ would replace it as that pivotal, arm-swaying, lighter-waving concluding anthem.

35. ‘Was It All Worth It’
Written by Queen
From the album: The Miracle, 1989

With Mercury’s health by this point deteriorating, his doctors were certain that he wouldn’t see the end of 1988, so serious was his condition. That he not only survived but thrived for a further three years was a testament to both modern medicine and his willingness to fight. That paints The Miracle in a different light: convinced this was their final album and testament, Queen rebounded with a goofy, lighthearted listen that, apart from its five singles and one strong album track, was an extension of A Kind Of Magic and The Works before it. That one strong album track is ‘Was It All Worth It’, a defiant, semi-autobiographical summation of a life and career full of ups and downs. Embodying not only everything that made Queen Queen, but also some tricks of the ’80s, the song is a six minute tour de force, with the band throwing everything they’ve got at the wall and finding themselves surprised at what sticks. (There’s a synthesized orchestral interlude in there, fer crying out loud.) Mercury’s in fine voice, sounding jovial and not at all regretful, and his gleeful assessment that “It was a worthwhile experience!” would have been a fine way to end a career. That he got one more chance with Innuendo meant that Queen were able to right some wrongs, and end on an even more traditional note.

34. ‘Las Palabras De Amor (The Words Of Love)’
Written by Brian May
From the album: Hot Space, 1982

The Hot Space album is the unloved bastard child in Queen’s discography: detrimentally experimental with its fusion of funk, disco, and rock, it was a year or two early: the rock world was still reeling from the mass-produced strains of Lipps, Inc., and didn’t need four white, British guys to tell them to get on the dance floor. (It didn’t help that most of the dance songs weren’t very danceable.) But the second side of the album is more traditional Queen, and May, the most ill-at-ease with his band’s excursions, was the most eager to return them to what they knew best. ‘Las Palabras De Amor (The Words Of Love)’ is a flowery ballad that successfully combines synthesizers with acoustic instruments, and comes out smelling sweeter than most everything else. Inspired by Queen’s 1981 South American tour and the warm reception they received there, Mercury occasionally slips into Spanish, sounding like an innocent choirboy, and the result has divided fans – some absolutely adore it, others find it to be a hamfisted rewrite and locale shift of ‘Teo Toriatte (Let Us Cling Together)’ – but isn’t that what Hot Space was all about, anyway?

33. ‘The Millionaire Waltz’
Written by Freddie Mercury
From the album: A Day At The Races, 1976

O, fair listeners! Come hither betwixt legions of admirers to bathe in the glory that is Sire Mercury’s fine wealth! Swoon as he’s perched upon a piano stool, resplendent in a fine lurex suit, as he croons a decadent waltz of the perks of prosperity! Gasp as Lord May leads an orchestra of bewigged Mays, plucking delicate notes of a most exquisite nature! For at today’s outing at the races, Their Royal Majesties request your pounds, shillings, and pence be tossed upon the stage, so that Sire Mercury may festoon himself further with extravagance! May his beloved torch song to fortune forever ring in your hearts, your ears, and your minds, for these are affluent times indeed!

32. ‘Tenement Funster’
Written by Roger Taylor
From the album: Sheer Heart Attack, 1974

Taylor’s songwriting development wasn’t exactly a hit-the-ground-running process. His debut, ‘Modern Times Rock’n'Roll’, was a nifty pastiche of Mott the Hoople’s boogie-woogie glam-rock, while ‘The Loser In The End’ lumbered and galloped without any kind of consequence (though it confirmed that he quite liked John Bonham’s style of drumming). ‘Tenement Funster’, then, is his submission to the songwriter litmus test, and, as the saying goes, the third time’s the charm. Finding his voice as a slacker rebel, rejecting a humdrum existence by angering his neighbors with loud music and wooing girls, Taylor delivers a stellar composition, alternately dark and humorous, which paves the way for his best-known song, ‘I’m In Love With My Car’.

31. ‘Father To Son’
Written by Brian May
From the album: Queen II, 1974

The logical progression of albums is such: the debut gets out all of the material that the band has been living with and slogging endlessly onstage for two or three years, while the second is a grab-bag of songs that were rejected from the debut, mixed with newly-written material, and produced in a manner which is entirely to the band’s liking. At the mercy of a producer on their first album, the band will usually capitulate to common sense, but let their imaginations run wild – and refuse to be told no – on their sophomore effort. With that in mind, Queen II could have easily been called And The Kitchen Sink, as the band throw in every trick of their limited trade, no matter how murky the soup may get. (Fun fact: they were considering calling the album Over The Top, which would have been more apt – and imaginative.) The album attempts to tell a nonlinear story of mystical, mythical worlds, with gods, goddesses, ogres, faeries, black queens, white queens, mothers, fathers, and generation gaps. It’s not entirely successful, but it’s my personal favorite Queen album, so I’m bound to stick up for it no matter what. ‘Father To Son’ is a towering epic, of the passage of a kingdom from one generation to the next. Winding its way through several musical styles – starting off as a ballad before becoming a rocker that would make The Who blush, it ends with an acoustic singalong that blends into the next track – the song is a bit too epic, meandering from time to time with little regard for arrangement. But it allows May to run full reign on his homemade guitar, delivering blistering solo after blistering solo, while the rhythm section of Taylor and Deacon burble excitedly behind him. Unfortunately, it was destined for obscurity, though it remained a concert favorite and was even a show opener for a while – and if you’re used to Queen opening a concert with a fast, electric arrangement of ‘We Will Rock You’ or the anthemic ‘One Vision’, then this little bit of information gives you an indication of Queen’s early days stage presence.


The Dream Of Portlandia Was Alive In Philly Last Night

In March 2007, two of my friends, Jim and Ken, and I went to Portland, Oregon, for a week to visit two other friends, Jacob and Steph, who had moved out there on a whim simply because they heard it was a pretty cool place to live. To say the trip was a revelation might be an overstatement, but not by much: I immediately planned on driving cross-country to move out there, but, for some stupid reason, I ended up chickening out and buying a house instead.

Still, the dream lives on in my mind, hoping that one day I’ll make my way out there to live and work for at least a year. Until then, I live vicariously through Portlandia, Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein’s irreverent and hilarious satire that, much like a Christopher Guest mockumentary, doesn’t cruelly ridicule its subject matter, but pokes gentle fun while embracing its oddness. Portland is a city that is genuinely odd; in the opening credits, a graffiti-ridden wall proudly proclaims “KEEP PORTLAND WEIRD”, and the show makes it a point to showcase the weird – to the point that the viewer is left saying, “No, there’s no way there’s people like that out there.” (Oh, but there are.)

Thank you, Instagram, for your immediate photo editing capabilities!

When tickets were announced for a Portlandia tour, I immediately jumped at the chance, and quickly purchased two general admission tickets to the February 19th show at the Trocadero in Philadelphia. The tickets sold out so quickly that a late show was added for that same night, which only shows how popular this little show has become. (And to think it all started with a YouTube channel called ThunderAnt.) On the night of the show, Meredith and I hopped on the 47 right around the corner from our apartment and, after defying the laws of physics and humanity with a bus driver who was apparently trying to outrun mythical bus-consuming demons, arrived at the Troc with plenty of time to spare. We got in line just in time to hear two St. Vincent lookalikes whining unironically over the recent Grammy win of Bon Iver. “Best new artist?” one sniffed derisively. “Yeah, welcome to four years ago,” the other retorted. “Then again, Arcade Fire won last year…”

Once inside, Meredith and I found two spots in the balcony, and she ran off to purchase a poster. I whipped out my iPhone to play a round of Words With Friends, and saw that a lot of people around me were doing the same: in the seated area below, at least half of the crowd were dicking around on their smartphones. I Tweeted sarcastically about it, then realized the soul-crushing irony: despite my best efforts, I’d become a modern-day pseudo-hipster (a word I hate using and I fear is becoming our generation’s “hippie” to describe anything that is quirky, off-beat, or unusual, and I genuinely hope the irrational hatred of hipsters dies off pretty quickly). I was even wearing Chucks, though I’d eschewed the plaid shirt and cords in favor of jeans and a sweater.

After sitting around for an hour, the lights dimmed and a screen behind the stage illuminated with a video of Portland’s mayor, played by the wonderful Kyle MacLachlan, who welcomed us to the show and had us repeat a few lines of general courtesy. Then, Armisen and Brownstein ambled onstage to a standing ovation and engaged in a hilarious bit of banter about the differences in text messages between the two: the former tends to send flowery, overly verbose admissions of love and admiration, while the latter sends generic, boilerplate texts. Feeling like she was being taken to task, Brownstein cheerfully offered to text Armisen to right wrongs, and he held up his phone and mumbled, “It’s a blank text.” The audience laughed, but apparently not hard enough; Armisen and Brownstein joked that they weren’t good at endings (which is occasionally evident in the show), and embraced awkwardly.

Taken by Meredith

Armisen (on Rickenbacker bass), Brownstein (on guitar), and their two supporting musicians – Rebecca Cole, from Brownstein’s Wild Flag, on keyboards, and Michael Benjamin Lerner, from Telekinesis, on drums – then performed the debut episode’s ‘The Dream Of The 90s Is Alive In Portland’, complete with the running commentary as Jason returning to LA from his trip to Portland, who tells friend Donnie all about it. After the song, Brownstein announced that they had it wrong, and showed a video of the season 2 sketch, ‘The Dream Of The 1890s Is Alive In Portland’, which got huge amounts of laughter. The two addressed asked if we’d prefer to see new videos or already-aired videos; the audience cheered unanimously in favor of the former.

Armisen and Brownstein then engaged the audience in a bit of back and forth, asking us all where the “cool” places of Philadelphia were. Someone shouted Fishtown, followed by an admission that they grew up there, which got some boos (?!), while others shouted South Philly. (One drunken woman a few spots to our left shouted “West Chester!”, a suburb of Philly about 30 miles southwest. She would prove to be downright annoying over the course of the evening.) Two audience members were brought up and gently grilled about what makes Philly Philly, and when Brownstein asked what one generalization about Philly annoys them the most, they both – and several audience members – announced, “Cheesesteaks.” Brownstein laughed and said, “Yeah, I got, like, nine texts from friends saying I should get a cheesesteak!” Someone shouted, “You should!” to which Armisen mentioned, “Hm, a little contradictory there…” The one girl onstage said, “Yeah, we’re known for that.”

A three-part video (“saga”, as Brownstein called it) from an upcoming episode followed, which showed MacLachlan’s Mayor once again pitted against Armisen and Brownstein: the two approached him to steadfastly request that the Olympics never be hosted in Portland, to which the Mayor agreed and asked the two to spread the message. (A black PDX hat was offered to Armisen, who refused it by saying he doesn’t look good in hats. Upon their exit, the Mayor noticed Armisen didn’t take the hat, and messaged his assistant Sam – the actual mayor of Portland – to courier a box of hats of varying sizes to Armisen’s house.) Armisen and Brownstein ran throughout the city, spreading their anti-Olympics message, before running into Greg Louganis, who sat them down in a hot tub and lectured to them that the Olympics were a good thing, a veritable melting pot of culture and people – much like Portland. Convinced and converted, Armisen and Brownstein hopped on bikes to the Mayor, who had just taken an oath to never allow the Olympics to infiltrate Portland. After hearing Armisen’s and Brownstein’s appeals, the officiator congratulated them for winning Portland’s first triathlon (“Actually, we didn’t swim in a pool, it was a hot tub,” Brownstein clarified, which fell on deaf ears), and held a ceremony to present their awards. MacLachlan sang Portland’s anthem, an improvised aria that became progressively ridiculous.

Interspersed throughout these segments was another musical performance of ‘She’s Making Jewelry Now’, and then a slide show of pictures Armisen and Brownstein found on each others’ computers, complete with commentary. One notable moment was a young Brownstein proudly holding up a can of Tab, at which Armisen laughed and said, “Isn’t it ridiculous how children pose like that with everything?” Brownstein countered, “Yeah, but I was most proud of the fact that I was wearing a bathing suit nowhere near water.” There was a touching moment when Armisen showed two pictures of him with Brownstein, of the first and second times they met.

What was apparent throughout was the natural chemistry between the two. Nothing seemed scripted whatsoever, and everything flowed genuinely. When they were performing musical numbers, Armisen appeared gleeful to be holding a bass next to Brownstein, who commanded the stage with every strum of her guitar. They’re natural partners, and even if they aren’t romantically involved, they’re a cute couple, and you can tell there’s a great deal of love and respect between the two.

What didn’t flow naturally was the Q&A session, though that was to no fault of Armisen’s and Brownstein’s. A few decent questions were asked, and someone presented Brownstein with a vinyl copy of Bryan Adams’ Reckless, though the aforementioned drunken woman got the floor and asked, “Who enjoys it more – the hot dog or the person eating the hot dog?” There was a clear amount of confusion between the audience and the two on stage, and Armisen said, “Well, I guess the person, because the hot dog is being eaten…” Brownstein said, “I can’t believe you answered that,” to which Armisen countered, “Yeah, but I said I’d answer any question…” The woman, apparently undeterred by her inebriated idiocy, shouted, “Marry me, Fred!” to which her obviously uncomfortable friends shrunk and someone in the audience shouted back, “Shut up!” Never change, Philadelphia.

After the conclusion of the Olympics saga was another great sketch called “Canoe Dance”, where Armisen, dressed up like an older man, jumped into a canoe and, well, danced. Another one of those moments where you ask yourself, “This can’t really exist, can it?” But Brownstein asked afterwards, “Have you guys ever seen a canoe dance?” Getting a negative response, she said, “Oh, it’s something else.”

No Catnap?! Over it.

The show closed with a trio of songs, with special guest Eleanor Friedberger, two of the songs coming from her excellent Last Summer album. After the second song, she thanked her new backing band, and Armisen thanked their new singer. The set closed with a rendition of ‘Got My Mind Set On You’, and, as they unplugged their guitars to a standing ovation, Armisen and Brownstein thanked the audience and ran off.

As Meredith and I exited into the hustle and bustle of Chinatown, I remarked that we should go to Portland for a week for vacation. “Doesn’t sound like much of a vacation though, does it?” Meredith asked, a point I conceded, and clarified that we should go for a week to explore the city. We hopped onto the 47 home and I heard the unmistakable sound of vomit hitting the side and floor of the bus, and as the stench overpowered us and people moved away from the unfazed vomiter with puke running down his sleeve or got off several stops earlier than planned, I realized that going to Portland would be a vacation at this point.

That dream is still alive in my mind.


Top 50 Queen Countdown: 50–41

As a sort of promotion for the upcoming US release of my book, Queen: Complete Works, I’ve decided to tackle something I thought about doing for quite some time: a personal Top 50 of their songs. This list is by no means the result of any widespread polling or public opinion; it’s merely my own thoughts on which songs hold significance to me.

Every Tuesday from now until March 13th I’ll post a list of 10 Queen songs that make up my Top 50. In the meantime, feel free to comment or head over to Amazon to pre-order the book.

50. ‘No-One But You (Only The Good Die Young)’
Written by Brian May
From the album: Queen Rocks, 1997

Putting this hard-hitting power ballad on a compilation of rockers might not have been the smartest decision, but, to me, it’s a touching tribute that reunited the original line-up for one last song, right before John Deacon decided that Queen didn’t exist without Freddie Mercury, and he retired for good. Made In Heaven might have been the postscript to the Queen saga, but ‘No-One But You (Only The Good Die Young)’ is a lovely little footnote, and would have been a suitable end – unfortunately, it was about to get much worse, with Brian May and Roger Taylor embarking on a commercially rewarding but creatively dubious series of collaborations with any flash-in-the-pan star with whom the guitarist and drummer decided was worth working.

49. ‘A Human Body’
Written by Roger Taylor
Non-album B-side, 1980

Recorded during sessions for The Game in 1980, ‘A Human Body’ was rejected as being “too melodic” (whatever that means) and consigned to non-album status, while the far inferior ‘Coming Soon’ earned precious real estate on that wildly popular album. ‘A Human Body’ isn’t Taylor’s best song ever, but it has an endearing charm to it: name-checking Captain Robert Falcon Scott and his failed Terra Nova Expedition, the song, as with most of Taylor’s compositions, doesn’t say much, but is a refreshing chaser to the funk-rock path the band was heading down by this time.

48. ‘Ride The Wild Wind’
Written by Queen
From the album: Innuendo, 1991

Though credited to all four band members, ‘Ride The Wild Wind’ was written by Taylor, and is a scorching rocker that reaffirmed Queen’s ability to let loose every once in a while. With a thundering drum performance and some positively ethereal guitar work from May, the song is a mighty strong album track that rivaled some of the other singles from Innuendo, and only further proved that Queen were back on track toward making a cohesive album, instead of a collection of strong singles with a few weaker throwaways to pad out the rest of the album.

47. ‘Don’t Try So Hard’
Written by Queen
From the album: Innuendo, 1991

This May/Mercury co-write (long, falsely attributed to Deacon) is an atmospheric power ballad, with Mercury, by this time in terminal decline, giving his all for an otherworldly vocal performance and May matching his poignant emotion with a transcendent guitar solo. As with ‘Ride The Wild Wind’, ‘Don’t Try So Hard’ is a surprisingly strong album track, and, in other circumstances, might have been a worthy single release.

46. ‘It’s A Hard Life’
Written by Freddie Mercury
From the album: The Works, 1984

While Deacon, Taylor, and May were all married with children, Mercury was a promiscuous fun-seeker, and his torrid affairs have long been a point of gleeful controversy by those who didn’t know him. The truth was, he was a romantic at heart, and longed for a stable relationship; while he would often write tender love songs, there was an underlying current of bachelorhood that showed he wasn’t entirely willing to change his ways. Not so on ‘It’s A Hard Life’, a stand-out track from The Works that is a painfully honest appraisal of his love life. Chosen as the third single from the album, it gave the band another Top 10 hit, but part of me thinks it was a bit too emotionally raw for Queen, and might have been better suited for Mercury’s solo album, Mr. Bad Guy.

45. ‘Lily Of The Valley’
Written by Freddie Mercury
From the album: Sheer Heart Attack, 1974

Then again, this oblique ballad, lasting barely two minutes, is equally as tender and pained as ‘It’s A Hard Life’, and it’d be impossible to imagine Sheer Heart Attack without ‘Lily Of The Valley’. May later hinted that this was Mercury’s admission that his comfortable relationship with his girlfriend, Mary Austin, wasn’t entirely honest, and that he wasn’t too far off from discovering the real him. Closing out the first side medley (which also contained Taylor’s slacker anthem ‘Tenement Funster’ and Mercury’s vicious ‘Flick Of The Wrist’), ‘Lily Of The Valley’ is a sublime album track that is practically a solo performance, apart from the occasional burst of sound from the others.

44. ‘The Prophets Song’
Written by Brian May
From the album: A Night At The Opera, 1975

This riveting epic, lasting an astounding eight minutes and throwing every bit of studio trickery its way in the process, was based on a dream of May’s where he envisioned a prophet ranting wildly of an apocalyptic flood on the side of a mountain to legions of scared followers. The song takes its time to unfold, starting off as a delicate ballad, with May picking tenderly at a toy koto, before the sonic volcano of Deacon and Taylor takes over, turning it into a mid-pace rocker. The middle section of Mercury’s a cappella vocals goes on a bit too long, but its swirling madness only adds to the disconcerting cacophony, and just as the water levels rise, the rains stop, and the tension is alleviated with some dulcet acoustic guitar work. While ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ would attract well-deserved attention, ‘The Prophets Song’ would be unfairly neglected and forgotten over the years, a fate it most definitely does not deserve.

43. ‘It’s Late’
Written by Brian May
From the album: News Of The World, 1977

Queen’s last great towering epic for 14 years, ‘It’s Late’ starts off slow but quickly picks up steam, detailing a (partly autobiographical) torrid love triangle between a man, his wife, and a groupie. As with most of May’s compositions, the message doesn’t objectify the affair but questions its necessity, and the mood is more melancholic than it is triumphant. Released in 1977 just as punk and New Wave was gathering momentum, ‘It’s Late’ might have been a bit too raw and lumbering to put the musical upstarts to shame, but it firmly entrenched Queen’s status as power rockers. (The song was even released as a US single, though its length, at 6 1/2 minutes, was its downfall, and it stumbled to #74.) After this, the band ditched the epics, and focused on tighter, more compact songs, which helped their commercial potential but meant their musical experimentation was far more limited.

42. ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’
Written by Brian May
From the album: Jazz, 1978

Unlike ‘It’s Late’, which handles extramarital affairs with kid gloves and just a tinge of guilt, ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ is a gleeful schoolboy ode to ladies with superior posteriors, and succinctly sums up the “excess all areas” attitude of Queen’s late 1970s after-show parties. (Their infamous Halloween 1978 premiere of Jazz, which took place in New Orleans and saw, among other things, female mudwrestlers and a little person walking around with a tray of cocaine strapped to his head, is the stuff of legend.) This nod to groupies everywhere strikes a C&W chord at times, with the hard-hitting chorus and tub-thumping rhythm instantly endearing it to lager louts at a strip club. Mercury certainly took a shine to the song, and was a prime mover in getting a half dozen nude strippers, perched on bicycles, to appear with the band onstage at Madison Square Garden that same year.

41. ‘A Winter’s Tale’
Written by Queen
From the album: Made In Heaven, 1995

Written by Mercury in the winter of 1990, ‘A Winter’s Tale’ is an unusual song for him, in that it’s merely observational; as the singer retreated to the comfort of Montreux, away from the intrusion of the tabloid press, he gained a new sense of perspective on life, and as he watched swans float by Lake Geneva, this tranquil ballad flowed from his pen. A few short months later, he assembled the rest of Queen to record the song, and it remains one of the last full songs he recorded before he died. Released as a Christmastime single in 1995, it flew to #6 in the UK charts, though it was neglected a prime spot on the Greatest Hits III compilation.


If The Beatles Hadn’t Broken Up, Part 1 of 8

A little over two years ago, I wrote an entry about a “lost” Beatles album that was clearly a barely disguised album of mixes. It was creative and almost listenable, but the hokey story about inter-dimensional time travel destroyed a lot of its credibility. In that entry, I recalled a website that I frequented at the turn of the millennium, but assumed it had been lost forever to the vast repository that is the Internet – but thanks to some particularly industrious searching on my part, I finally found it, and was transported immediately back to 1998, when I wished that I had all of the albums the author was talking about.

Now that I’m older, and the availability of music has increased exponentially, I’m finally able to revisit this idea, and come up with some of my own albums, had the Beatles not broken up in 1970. Looking around on other WordPress sites, I see this was also addressed by Allyn Gibson, who offered up a fascinating account of what a fictional Beatles album would have looked like in 1970. But I wanted to give it a shot myself, and not only do what I thought would have been a good fictional Beatles album, but also continue on throughout the 1970s and early 1980s.

First, the assumptions: Get Back was released as intended in March/April 1969, and Abbey Road followed in October 1969. (The singles for these were ‘Get Back’ / ‘Don’t Let Me Down’ in March, ‘Let It Be’ / ‘You Know My Name’ in May, ‘The Ballad Of John And Yoko’ / ‘Old Brown Shoe’ in July, and ‘Something’ / ‘Come Together’ in September.) After working through their infamous differences, the Beatles took some time off, wrote a bunch of songs – Paul escaped to Scotland and later released ‘Another Day’ / ‘Oh Woman, Oh Why’, John released solo singles (‘Cold Turkey’ and ‘Instant Karma!’), Ringo released two covers albums, and George toured with Eric Clapton; all four got their creative juices out, bitched at each other in the press a bit, but ultimately realized the sum was greater than the parts, and got the band back together to work on some further albums.

I realize this is borderline musical fanfic, and for that I apologize, but it is fun to imagine what could have been. So, let’s get right to work!

When Four Knights Come To Town
side one:

  1. Oo You (McCartney) – I liked Gibson’s suggestion that ‘Oo You’ sounds like an album opener, with Paul goofing around and mumbling, “More guitar”. It’s an inconsequential song, but its gritty production and throwaway lyric would balance some of the weightier stuff that was coming up.
  2. It Don’t Come Easy (Starkey) – The first “real” song, and a deserving number two spot. Ringo’s songwriting had gotten better over the years, so much so that ‘It Don’t Come Easy’ (cowritten with George, but credited solely to Ringo) was released as Ringo’s first Beatles song, with ‘My Sweet Lord’ as a double A-side. (I’m aware this wasn’t released until 1971, but hey, it’s my fantasy, dammit!)
  3. Remember (Lennon) – Lyrically this is a drastic comedown from the previous track, but its boogie shuffle keeps the tempo up, with some spirited piano from John and particularly propulsive drumming from Ringo.
  4. Every Night (McCartney) – Paul admits his preference of a life of ease: slacking off during the day and getting shitfaced at night. This goes against his workmanlike attitude, of course, but any opportunity to blow off some steam is a good thing – until he alters his position with “Every night I want to stay home / And be with you”.
  5. Look At Me (Lennon) – This stark confessional of John and Yoko’s relationship and how he views himself was performed entirely by John, much like ‘Julia’ on The Beatles (the same time period from which the song dates).
  6. Isn’t It A Pity (Harrison) – George attempts an updated ‘Hey Jude’, with interesting results. An obvious side closer, with its drawn-out fade-out, ‘Isn’t It A Pity’ was written back in 1966 but rejected, and was tried out again during the Get Back sessions; turns out the third time was the charm.

side two:

  1. Love (Lennon) – With John on acoustic guitar and Phil Spector on piano, ‘Love’ is the perfect introduction to side two, with its lengthy piano intro and simplistic take on the reality of romance.
  2. My Sweet Lord (Harrison) – George gets religious, and the results are inspiring – but unfortunately he got into a bit of trouble with the songwriters of ‘He’s So Fine’. Despite that, it would have been an obvious candidate to not only be recorded by the Beatles, but also released as a single – as a double A-side with ‘It Don’t Come Easy’, perhaps.
  3. Man We Was Lonely (McCartney) – Written following some inter-band bitching, this simplistic, homespun song assures listeners that, despite the Beatles’ differences, “now we’re fine all the while”.
  4. I Found Out (Lennon) – Disenchanted with peace and love and Hare Krishna, John offers this simplistic blues riffer that was bound to piss off the other three Beatles.
  5. All Things Must Pass (Harrison) – From the basic to the bombastic, ‘All Things Must Pass’ is one of George’s loveliest songs; bathed in echo and ringing acoustic guitars, the song leads perfectly into…
  6. Maybe I’m Amazed (McCartney) – …a beautiful out-and-out love song written about Linda. I agree with Gibson that ‘Maybe I’m Amazed’ is the best possible album closer, and serves as a wonderful double wallop with ‘All Things Must Pass’. Out of the ashes of despair comes love.

Singles:
‘It Don’t Come Easy’ / ‘My Sweet Lord’ (double A-side)
‘Maybe I’m Amazed’ / ‘Look At Me’

In conclusion: Not a perfect album, of course, given Paul’s homespun solo performances, John’s bare-bones primal therapy-inspired confessionals, and George’s Wall of Sound production numbers, but these contrasting sounds bounce off each other nicely. (The title, for anyone interested, was the working title of Ringo’s ‘Early 1970′.) Most importantly, I had a lot of fun doing this, and it’s a really interesting mix of songs – so keep an eye out for my next installment!


Ray Davies: Other People’s Lives

Solo albums by primary songwriters in bands used to confuse me. What was the point in branching off and writing a solo album when 90-95% of the material they wrote was for their band? Was it a need for name recognition? It just made no sense to me.

Little did I know that some musicians had other stylistic interests than those that their respective bands were interested in. Take, for instance, Pete Townshend. He watched his other band mates go off and have hit solo records, while he was stuck writing grandiose concepts for The Who. Now, there’s a certain style of music that The Who was loopholed into: powerful guitar anthems with themes of fighting conformity and teenage rebellion. But his solo material was more introspective, more thoughtful, and had more spiritual overtones to it than would be allowed within The Who. So, while an album like Empty Glass might have been the Who album that never was, it was different enough from The Who’s output that it could stand alone as a Townshend solo album.

Someone like Ray Davies releasing a solo album is a little more confusing, but considering The Kinks ceased to exist in 1996, that it took him until 2006 to release his first proper solo album (Return To Waterloo, a vanity album/film project that was planned as a Kinks album – and even features three songs from the most recent Kinks album – doesn’t count) is what’s most confusing. Honestly, it’s long overdue; Davies’ take on antiquated humanity had always been an alluring and endearing aspect of Kinks records, but the need to move with the times meant he had to update his stance in the late 1970s and 1980s. Having managed to largely avoid the latter-day Kinks albums, apart from a perfunctory listen, I was a little worried that Davies would keep the overblown arena rock/cod heavy metal approach on his first solo album, and approached it with mild trepidation.

Happily, on Other People’s Lives, Davies’ songwriting chops are back in full force, he abandons the thrashing drums and guitars, and his quirkiness shines through remarkably. The album truly sounds like an updated Kinks for the new millennium, with Davies opening up with the dark and brooding ‘Things Are Gonna Change (The Morning After)’, where he makes no attempt to disguise the fact that he’s no longer the young buck of yesteryear: “You feel shite, the air bites, oh will I ever learn? / Your ear’s deaf, your girl’s left, never to return”. ‘After The Fall’ is another dark, mortality-based song, which seemingly references Davies’ 2004 gunshot kerfuffle (though it was written two years prior), but, more symbolically, is a narrative on the admission of failure and the processes taken to dig oneself out of the hole. It’s no surprise, then, that ‘Next Door Neighbor’ breaks down the perceived perfection of suburbia by exposing infidelities, financial crises, and mental breakdowns. Set to a charming shuffle, with a subtle brass band punctuating the verses, the song strolls along nicely, and is a welcome change from the darkness before it.

‘All She Wrote’ is the first stumbler, and while the production – as it is on the rest of the album – is stellar, with clattering drums and ringing guitars, it’s a bit too curmudgeonly, as Davies receives a “Dear John” letter, his ex more than willing to rub in his face that she’s met someone new and he’s a whole lot better than him. There’s still some subtle humor with the jabs, making its inclusion justified, but Davies was never good at writing mean-spirited farewell songs. Returning to a clearly favorite subject of infidelity, ‘Creatures Of Little Faith’ is another song about perception, chronicling an untrustworthy couple (perhaps Mr. and Mrs. Horrible from ‘Labor Of Love’?) trying to catch each other in the act of cheating, but each payoff is more glorious than the last.

While most of the album is excellent – there aren’t any duff tracks, which is a rarity – there are a handful of classics that outshine the rest by a large degree. ‘Things Are Gonna Change’ is the first, while ‘Run Away From Time’ is the next – yet another song about mortality and the futility of escaping aging. With strident guitar chords and a quivering Hammond organ, the song could have fit in nicely on any of the Kinks’ renaissance records (from Face To Face through Arthur), and its inspirational verses are offset nicely by the hard-hitting, anthemic choruses. Counter that with ‘The Tourist’, where Davies takes off to a foreign country for a bit of rest and relaxation, only to be amused by the local customs and to expect to be treated like royalty with the wave of his magic credit card. Returning to a trick used on ‘Lola’ and ‘Supersonic Rocket Ship’, with a ringing guitar intro that isn’t used anywhere else in the song, ‘Is There Life After Breakfast?’ is the third classic song, and, much like ‘Run Away From Time’, serves as a voice of inspiration to the older generation – or perhaps to the clinically depressed (apply as you see fit).

The next two songs break the string of high quality that had faltered only slightly on ‘All She Wrote’. ‘The Getaway (Lonesome Train)’ is a lengthy ramble, unfolding its story over 6 1/2 minutes, but it tends to meander and despite some moments of beauty, runs out of steam rather quickly. The title track is a sarcastic rail against the tabloids, and predates the increasing prevalence of online journalism, though a passing reference is made. It’s a slinky, sexy track, with some gratuitous, seedy female caterwauling, but it’s not particularly enjoyable. ‘Stand-Up Comic’ is, however, with Davies taking his curmudgeonly act and basing it around a washed-up comedian, who prefers to spend his time ridiculing the abusive audience than actually telling a joke. “What do you think of me so far?” he asks. “Rubbish!” they shout back. “I thought you’d say that,” he grins, recalling 1979′s ‘Low Budget’.

The last two songs are some of the album’s best, and while they both don’t tackle anything that Davies hasn’t addressed already on the album, they’re more sentimental. On ‘Over My Head’, Davies is once again rattled by circumstance, overwhelmed by the simplistic chore of everyday living while trying to get over a failed relationship. “In a world that’s close to breaking, I thought that you were my friend / In a world that is full of hating and about to descend / I just smile and pretend,” he sighs, resigned to facing a life by himself. ‘Thanksgiving Day’, meanwhile, finds Davies reminiscing about family gatherings, and is a warm portrayal of those present and absent. The chorus – sung by a choir – strikes a poignant note, and while it’s technically a bonus track, having been released as a standalone single two years prior, it’s difficult to imagine Other People’s Lives without it.

As a debut solo album, Other People’s Lives is a superb, stellar release, proving that Davies hasn’t lost any of his creativity, and that he’s regained his nod-and-a-wink slyness that was so sorely lacking on latter-day Kinks albums. The whimsy is balanced by the realistic, the light balanced by shade, the humor masked by reflective introspection. If it weren’t for the modern-day production, this could have been the follow-up to Everybody’s In Showbiz.

Essential listening: Things Are Gonna Change (The Morning After), After The Fall, Next Door Neighbor, Run Away From Time, The Tourist, Is There Life After Breakfast?, Stand-Up Comic, Over My Head, Thanksgiving Day


Preston School of Industry: All This Sounds Gas

Throughout the early 2000s, once all my friends departed for college and started expanding their minds with campus living, I clung steadfastly to the notion that classic rock and commuting to school were the best things for me. Turns out I was wrong on both counts: driving an hour to school was a chore to my already apathetic mind, and classic rock wasn’t giving me much relief, instead sounding incredibly samey; it also didn’t help that the bands I liked had failed to exist since the early 1980s, and they weren’t in any rush to get back together and release an album.

One of my friends at the time implemented a “Song of the Night” exchange, where I would live vicariously through his musical discoveries and he would send me a song of a band that he particularly liked at the moment. One night in 2002 he sent to me ‘Date w/IKEA’, a track by indie rock gods Pavement, and prefaced it by saying it wasn’t their best song ever, or even his favorite, but that he just happened to be listening to it at that moment. For whatever reason, it clicked with me instantly; I loved the jangly guitar, the incredibly obtuse lyrics, and the melodic chorus. The next day, instead of going to class, I stopped by Borders, picked up all five of Pavement’s albums, and went for a long drive.

I was disheartened to discover that they had disbanded in ’99, but considering the bands I frequently listened to, this was an unsurprising trend. Craving more Pavement-related material, I had the option of the two major songwriters – Stephen Malkmus or Scott “Spiral Stairs” Kannberg. As much as I loved Malkmus’ off-beat, almost David Byrne-esque lyrics, Kannberg’s thoughtful material resonated deeper, and so I purchased All This Sounds Gas, Kannberg’s debut solo CD but credited to a band named after the infamous reform school.

In my brief spurt of research regarding the album, I discovered that some of the songs had been written for Pavement’s final album, Terror Twilight, but had been shelved or remained unrecorded. Intrigued with this bit of George Harrison-esque trivia (hey, the album title even sounds like Harrison’s debut album!), I found the album to be a nice, mellow alternative to Malkmus’ weirdness; I didn’t even give Malkmus’ eponymous debut solo CD a chance, and wrote him off as a dick because he rejected ‘Whalebones’, ‘The Idea Of Fires’, and ‘Encyclopedic Knowledge Of’. As a result, the album became a mainstay in my CD player, and was a constant soundtrack for both summers when I worked at an amusement park – but time hasn’t necessarily been kind to my perception of the album, so while I’m able to now look at the album a little more objectively, its standing has diminished quite a bit.

Opener ‘Whalebones’ has a lazy, somnambulist feel to it, its summery guitar licks trickling out over a strident rhythm, Kannberg’s deadpan voice intoning the mostly obscure on-the-road-again lyrics, though hints of Pavement’s demise are evident: “Played their final show of a lifetime”, “Does it hurt you to feel this bad, man?” ‘Falling Away’ is more energetic, with Kannberg not only sounding more like the Spiral Stairs of old, but that he’s actually having fun. The countrified twang of ‘A Treasure @ Silver Bank (This Dynasty’s For Real)’ furthers the atmosphere of a lazy summer day, but the lyrics are so impenetrable (“It’s a polyester bright day now, and the dinosaurs are for real”) that it does little more than confuse instead of illuminate.

But the first epic of the album, ‘Encyclopedic Knowledge Of’ (think a combined ‘Wah-Wah’ with ‘Isn’t It A Pity’) is a scathing riposte of Malkmus’ disinterest in Pavement, with Kannberg willing to have made things work but finding his hopes thwarted. The song takes nearly eight minutes to unfold, and starts off with a barely-contained simmer, ending up as a primal scream, with Kannberg howling “Yeah we know that you like us!” and “It’s a fucking chore!” as drums clatter, guitars squeal, and horns blast, all becoming a glorious cacophony. ‘History Of The River’ is a thudding, thundering rocker, with fuzz bass, whispered lyrics, and a searing guitar melody, but it goes nowhere, and adds so very little to the album. ‘Doping For Gold’ is significantly better, continuing in the C&W vein established with ‘A Treasury @ Silver Bank’, and even sounds a bit like Wilco at times. This is probably the strongest, prettiest song on the album, with a lovely, caterwauling guitar solo that meshes beautifully with the jangly melody, and a distinctly weird instrumental coda. This would have fit in nicely on any Pavement record.

The second half of the record loses some steam, but ‘Solitaire’ is at least a decent acoustic rocker, with a more memorable melody than its lyrics, wherein Kannberg appears to rant nonsensically (“Solitaire / Is a chair, uh huh / It’s a chair / That you wanted from there”), unconcerned if the microphone is picking him up. ‘Blü Sön’, meanwhile, is ponderous: a 43-second instrumental of bleeps, blips, and programmed percussion. It adds nothing, and classifying it as a track in its own right makes little sense. ‘Monkey Heart And The Horses’ Leg’ is a shimmering country ballad, but its blandness, meandering running time, and indecipherable lyrics don’t help its case. At least ‘The Idea Of Fires’, with an insistent guitar riff, some lovely backing vocals, and a jaunty pace, sounds like Kannberg has regained some much-needed energy. I can see why album closer ‘Take A Stand’ (likened to the Velvet Underground’s ‘Oh! Sweet Nuthin”) would divide fans, as it is a lengthy (nearly seven minutes), 3/4 time rocker, with loud drums, persistent piano, and some nonsensical lyrics, but I love the “sha-la-la” backing vocals and the bed of acoustic and electric guitars. As on ‘Encyclopedic Knowledge Of’, the song builds in intensity over its lifetime, until the ending is a noisy whirlwind of drums, zooming bass, and soaring guitars, coming to an end with Kannberg giggling and saying, “A fucking brilliant rock odyssey!” It’s an epic, towering conclusion (apart from a hidden 90 second acoustic demo of the title track) to a spotty album, though, for all its faults, All This Sounds Gas is still a strong debut.

Essential listening: Whalebones, Falling Away, Encyclopedic Knowledge Of, Doping For Gold, The Idea Of Fires, Take A Stand


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