If The Beatles Hadn’t Broken Up, Part 2 of 8
Posted: 02.29.2012 Filed under: 1971, and so on, George Harrison, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, self-indulgence, something completely different, The Beatles 2 Comments »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:
- 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.)
- 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”.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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:
- 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.
- 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.
- 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”.
- 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…
- Oh Yoko! (Lennon) – …this ode to Yoko, which finds John in a romantic mood. Nicky Hopkins returns for some delightful piano tinkling.
- Ram On (reprise) (McCartney) – A reprise of ‘Ram On’, nicely tying together the more relaxed Side Two.
- 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.
If The Beatles Hadn’t Broken Up, Part 1 of 8
Posted: 02.07.2012 Filed under: 1970, and so on, George Harrison, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, self-indulgence, something completely different, The Beatles Leave a comment »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:
- 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.
- 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!)
- 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.
- 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”.
- 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).
- 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:
- 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.
- 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.
- 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”.
- 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.
- 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…
- 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!
It’s A Helluva Town
Posted: 09.11.2011 Filed under: and so on, anniversary, Hair, of interest, self-indulgence, something completely different Leave a comment »Every blogger in the world is going to have some kind of memory about the horrific events that happened 10 years ago, and, because I shared my own back in 2009, I’m going to talk about something a little different.
I’ve had the good fortune of being within a commutable distance to New York City for all of my life, and I’ve often taken this for granted. I fell in love with the city back in the autumn of 1996, when my mom took my sister and me to see Cats over a long weekend. She decided we needed some culture, and, because she could afford it, opted to book us a room at the prestigious Plaza Hotel. Much to our annoyance, the room they originally gave us contained a king-sized bed, which wouldn’t have been a problem, except I was at the age when sleeping in the same bed as my mother was a pretty horrific thought. So, she complained, and they promptly moved us to the Frank Lloyd Wright suite. As I was a budding architect at the time, having spent hours meticulously drawing floor plans and even coming up with planned communities and neighborhoods, this was a huge thrill to me – though I recall being disappointed that the bathroom didn’t have a phone in it, as our first room did.
We took the entire weekend to see the sights of New York City, and, because I had been reading up a lot on John Lennon at the time (having filled the filing cabinets of my brain with information about the Beatles while they were still together, I moved on to their solo careers), I was fascinated with his fascination of the city. I wanted to know everything about it, and my mom encouraged me to soak it all up. (There’s a picture somewhere of a teenaged me standing on a rock in Central Park, my arms outstretched, and doing my best Lennon impression with blue-tinted circular sunglasses.)
Ever since that weekend, I’ve taken every possible opportunity to go back, whether it was to soak up some culture and see some musicals, do a little light, touristy sightseeing, have a laugh at tapings of Late Night With Conan O’Brien, The Daily Show, and The Colbert Report, or to act like a drunken buffoon at a friend’s birthday party at Lucky Strike Lanes. Every time I’ve been here, New York City has treated me wonderfully, and, for the last two years, I’ve been doing my damnedest to get into that city on a permanent basis. Suburban Philadelphia may always be my home, but there’s an alluring romanticism about New York City that is irresistible. I will move there, dammit; it’s just a matter of time.
I can’t offer any pithy comments or deep, life-affirming observations on what happened 10 years ago today. I didn’t see the towers fall, and I was lucky enough for it to not personally affect me – all of my friends, family, and loved ones are okay. New York is okay, too; walking around the city yesterday, it was a little eerie how not crowded Times Square was, and how relatively sparse the sidewalks were. Walking around Penn Station to get to Central Park, Meredith and I were alarmed – but not necessarily surprised – to see soldiers with loaded rifles, and the streets a little more dotted with police cars and fire engines. But the real vibe of the city was in the last showing of Hair, which I saw for the first time a few weeks ago and was, quite honestly, impressed with. Meredith and I wanted to see the last night of the run on Broadway, which is always a special show, and the venue was practically humming with peace and love. It was right where I wanted to be at that moment, and no documentary on the joining together of the people of New York City in the days following 9/11 will ever compare to experiencing it first-hand.
Wave A White Flag
Posted: 12.10.2010 Filed under: 2010, and so on, announcement, apologia, Elvis Costello, of interest, self-indulgence, something completely different, writing endeavors Leave a comment »Unsurprisingly, as I worked more and more on my book, I realized that my finish date of December 15th was far too ambitious. Well, it could have worked, but it would have meant no sleep and no social life for a month, and I would have been alright with that too, except I have, y’know, a job. But I found myself rushing through entries just because I wanted to get something done, which really isn’t the way to work. I’d rather miss my (arbitrary and self-imposed) deadline and have something of quality instead of try to get everything done in a mad panic, and have the quality slip.
So yeah, that whole December 15th thing isn’t gonna happen.
HOWEVER, I have a new, more realistic finish date for my book, which is February 13th, 2011. That gives me two months to work at my leisure, and maybe even write an album review or two in the meantime. But I make no promises!
I Pledge A Few Bucks To Pancake Breakfast…
Posted: 05.19.2010 Filed under: 2010, and so on, announcement, new release, of interest, Pancake Breakfast, something completely different, supergroup Leave a comment »Alright, so I’ve been in hiding/working on other projects for the past month or so, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been listening to music. Quite the contrary; I’ve been listening to a ton of great music, and I’m working on a ton of reviews. (Sort of.) When will I get around to throwing those reviews onto this site? All in good time, mes amis, all in good time.
In the meantime, I want to devote a quick post to a band called Pancake Breakfast, a pretty awesome good-time folk/anything goes neuftet from Portland, Oregon, who’s currently in the process of recording their first album. What’s even better about this is that one of its members is friend Stephanie Lawson, born out near me in good ol’ southeastern PA. They’ve recently started a pledge to secure funding for their debut album, with a goal of $6,000 by August 3rd; as of today, they’re well over their goal, so good on them! But a little extra money certainly doesn’t hurt, so go on over to their official website, listen to some of their tracks, watch some of their videos, be charmed by their personality and down-home, fun-loving vibe, then head over to the pledge site and pre-order the album.
Who knows – if it’s released by the end of the year, it might even end up on my best-of 2010 list. That’s when they’ll know for sure that they’ve made it!
A Prairie Home Companion Live Simulcast
Posted: 02.09.2010 Filed under: 2010, A Prairie Home Companion, Elvis Costello, Garrison Keillor, something completely different 3 Comments »A few weeks ago, while watching the previews before Avatar IMAX 3D, good friend Laura was paying a little more attention than I was, for I was too busy seeing if they were in 3D by flicking my 3D glasses in front of and away from my eyes (for the record, they are not in 3D), and expressed great interest in two of the previews: one for the Metropolitan Opera, and another for a live taping of A Prairie Home Companion, hosted by the inimitable and hilarious Garrison Keillor. Me being the wiseacre that I am, I told her I was really excited for the Celine Dion simulcast for later in March. Whether she was just ignoring my obvious jest or actually didn’t hear me is something that still causes me sleepless nights, though it was clarified later when she pleaded for me to not take her to see Celine Dion. Sometimes, I wonder if she has any taste whatsoever.
Now, A Prairie Home Companion, for those not in the know, is a long-running variety show broadcast weekly on public radio, combining skits, musical performances, monologues, and good ol’ fashioned Minnesotan dry wit. (It was made into a movie in 2006, and a very good movie at that, despite the presence of Lindsay Lohan, though Kevin Kline, Lily Tomlin, Meryl Streep, Tommy Lee Jones, and Woody Harrelson more than made up for it.) Perhaps the most well-known segment is Keillor’s “The News From Lake Wobegon”, a fictional Minnesota town with “above average” residents. These monologues were collected into several books by Keillor, the first of which, Lake Wobegon Days, I discovered to my pleasant surprise that my mother happened to have sitting on the kitchen table, despite her being unaware that I had seen this simulcast. (Note to self: read this book.)
So. A few days before the show, I got two tickets in anticipation for the show, though I thought to myself at the time that tickets probably wouldn’t be necessary. This later turned out to be false, for there are apparently a great deal of PHC fans in the Doylestown area, and the theater was mostly full; as Laura and I are both in our mid- to late-20s, we were easily the youngest in attendance there by a good 15 years. (I wonder if this’ll be true as well when we end up getting tickets for the Met.) As we found some decent seats and settled in, Keillor was walking around St. Paul in a snowstorm, being generally dry and witty; he purchased a red tie, and gave the retail clerk a bit of good-natured grief when it turned out the tie wasn’t solid red, but had a beveled pattern that evidently Keillor didn’t like. He bought it anyway, and a bright red scarf (“Everyone should have a red scarf,” he deadpanned. “That way the emergency rescuers can find you in the snow.”) before he walked into the Fitzgerald Theater and the show began in earnest.
What followed was a two hour spectacle of radio plays and sublime musical performances, all rolled into a brilliant homespun package. Special guests Jearlyn and Jevetta Steele, Heather Masse, Robin and Linda Williams, and some guy named Elvis Costello all contributed vocally, either through song performances or as speaking parts in some very entertaining scripts: Guy Noir was there, of course, with the titular private detective having to share his desk with Costello, who played the part of a Cockney travel agent. Keillor and Erica Rhodes had a nice little exchange, but when Keillor announced Rhodes as the replacement host of PHC, Laura and I looked at each other, our jaws dropped and shock painted on our faces. Keillor retiring?! No! This cannot be! Of course, it was all a bit, as Rhodes, a sprightly young teenager, launched into a laundry list of improvements she would bring to the show, turning it from PHC into something more suitable for Nickelodeon. Later in the show, a script called “The Lives Of The Cowboys”, with one half of the sound effects department, Tom Keith, playing a clueless Swedish filmmaker directing a Western flick, got things nice and exciting when Keillor took control and turned it from the actionless script the director had envisioned it as, and it became a thing of beauty. Costello once again played the antagonist: a young British mining upstart who had eyes for Keillor’s character’s moll. Keillor challenged Costello to a gunfight, and naturally Costello lost; however, he delivered a very convincing death scene, where he chastised Keillor for killing his art.
The song performances were what I was looking forward to, of course, and with Costello on the bill – a fact I only discovered after I purchased the tickets (and I call myself a Costello fan…) – I knew we’d be in for a treat. Laura, meanwhile, wasn’t as excited as I was, as she’s not a Costello fan in the slightest… though I am trying to convert her. He played a rollicking rendition of Dave Bartholomew’s ‘That’s How You Got Killed Before’, with Guy’s All-Star Shoe Band really letting loose, before introducing a new number called ‘Jimmie Standing In The Rain’, a lovely acoustic song that apparently took place in, “oh, 1937 or something like that,” according to its songwriter. Other Costello performances included an amazing ‘Poisoned Rose’ and his old pub rock favorite, ‘Sneaky Feelings’. Naturally, I was singing along, and Laura turned to me and said, “Hey Georg, who sings this song?” Now, that’s my joke, something I once did to my sister when we both worked at the same restaurant; she was singing along to the radio, and when I asked her who sang the song, she replied, “Oh, it’s Evanescence!” “Yeah? Let’s keep it that way,” I retorted. So my response to Laura was, “I do!” That showed her.
Non-Costello performances included some lovely gospel tunes from the Steele sisters: ‘Joyful, Joyful’ and ‘Without A Song’, and while I’m not a church-goer and my theological beliefs are unorthodox, I do enjoy gospel music, and this was no exception. The Steele sisters have powerful voices, and they could have easily carried the tunes themselves a capella. In the folk and bluegrass vein, Robin and Linda Williams were joined by Keillor and Heather Masse (as well as guitarist Pat Donohue) on ‘Count Your Blessings’, ‘Walking Through Your Town In The Snow’, and ‘Calling My Children Home’, while Donohue got his own vocal spotlights with ‘Too Gone’ and ‘Whole Lotta You’. Perhaps my two favorite performances, though, were by Keillor and Masse, who duetted beautifully on ‘My Life’ and ‘If You Were Mine’.
Of course, there was “The News From Lake Wobegon”, with Keillor imparting a touching story about how he and his aunt had a disagreement a few years ago, and instead of talking about it and bringing up new problems, the people of the fictitious town just push the problems away. (That wasn’t quite as memorable as Keillor intoning, “Sex is always the answer. Well, that’s not entirely true; sometimes sex is the question, and yes is the answer.”) But it did make me think about my own problems – which are, admittedly, many these days – and how I should push them aside. If only it were that easy… but comedy that both entertains and makes me think?! However absurd!
The show ended with a rousing rendition of ‘Oh, Glory How Happy I Am’, with everyone (except Costello) onstage and singing along. Keillor, dressed in a suit, his red tie, and a pair of bright red shoes (while I’m aware of his particular style, I don’t know if he actually wears red sneaks all the time; perhaps this was a subtle nod to Costello and his song, ‘(The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes’?), walked down the aisle and out of the theater, the band still playing and the audience clapping along. He then walked into the cold Minnesota night, looked around at his surroundings, and sauntered off into the distance. A fitting end to a wonderful show.
Laura and I exited the theater into our own cold Pennsylvania night, grins on our faces as we discussed the finer points of the show. It was a great time, assisted by the company, of course; it’s nice to be able to go to these kinds of events and be able to have my mind taken off whatever’s going on in my life, even if it’s only for two hours. I really hope Keillor and PHC do this again. There’s something about the spectacle of seeing it all take place that’s interesting to me, though I am able to disconnect my mind and visualize it myself with just the sound. There I go being challenged again! Kudos to you, Keillor, and the entire Prairie Home Companion staff. Kudos.
Check out the A Prairie Home Companion website here. You can listen to this particular show here, or go to the encore presentation tonight. If you’re feeling particularly adventurous, go onto iTunes and subscribe to “The News From Lake Wobegon” podcast. Or just buy some of Keillor’s books.
Football Fugue: The Who At The Super Bowl
Posted: 02.07.2010 Filed under: 2010, and so on, concert review, of interest, something completely different, The Who Leave a comment »
Given the fact that The Who are my favorite/second favorite musical act (depending on the day), you might be surprised to discover that I haven’t written one word about their appearance at Super Bowl XLIV, which just ended. I’m surprised too, because you’d think that I’d be in heaven with this news: football and The Who. What’s not to love?!
Well, I’m not a fan of football, for one. Never have been, never will be. Alright, so I watched some football when I was in marching band, and I also jumped on the bandwagon when there was a slight glimmer of hope of the Philadelphia Eagles making the playoffs a few years back, but other than that, I don’t understand the game whatsoever. My dad once tried to explain it to me, but as much as he tried, I just couldn’t grasp the concept of what, say, a down was. Frankly, I feel like I’m better off not knowing; all it is is a bunch of overpaid athletes chasing a football around a field, pausing every 10 seconds to reset, adjust their crotches, and pat each other on the butt. When one of them scores a touchdown, he does an absurd dance, and some cheerleaders bounce around to pump up the already inebriated crowd, the majority of whom seem more intent on consuming as much cheap beer as possible and scrawling letters on their chests or painting up their faces, frostbite be damned!
Ahem. Slightly cynical and non-music related rant, I admit, but nevertheless… the last time I actively tuned in to a Super Bowl performance was in 2006, when the Rolling Stones embarrassed themselves with a cringe-inducing and lackluster performance – and I like the Rolling Stones! I did happen to catch some of Tom Petty’s performance in ’08, and then Bruce Springsteen’s Townshend-inspired slide across the stage last year, but as far as complete performances go, the Stones were the last one. And I broke that self-imposed and completely meritless boycott tonight.
Why? Because it’s The Who, that’s why. Yes, we all know that some ill-informed people in Florida are up in arms because of Pete Townshend’s 2003 conviction and arrest, but they’re unaware that he was acquitted of all charges when nothing was found on his computers. Or that he’s donated countless amounts of dollars to children’s charities over the years. Perhaps they’re just angry because when The Who were last there in 2007, they played a mere 30 seconds of ‘I Can’t Explain’ before Roger Daltrey had to walk off stage, his throat ravaged with laryngitis. Hey Florida – they played two make-up shows less than two weeks later! Get over it already!
So what of the show? Well, I tuned in a bit early and accidentally watched some of the game. But once The Who came on, I was sitting there like an expectant child, joyously amused and mentally pumping my fists like I was seeing them live. I knew what they were going to play, and I thought it was an interesting twist. So imagine my surprise when they opened with… ‘Pinball Wizard’?!?! What the hell kind of an opening song is that? Okay, no problem, as long as they perform it fi— ooh, Daltrey’s struggling. Having a bit of trouble. This doesn’t bode well.
But it got better. ‘Baba O’Riley’ followed, and it was actually pretty good. I uncurled my toes, and was taken in by the performance. Daltrey’s voice improved vastly, and Townshend was on fire, bouncing across the stage with a grin bigger than his guitar. Sure, they’re old, but what else can you expect? ‘Baba O’Riley’ became ‘Who Are You’ (which, if I was in charge of the set list, would have been the opener), and I was eagerly awaiting Daltrey to slip in a “Who the fuck are you?” Alas, he didn’t, and as the abbreviated song came to a close, they merged needlessly into ‘See Me, Feel Me’. Now, I think this would have been a great song to perform on its own, but it was a mere 30 seconds, before the inevitable ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’ kicked up. This was the longest performance of the night, with five of the original eight and a half minutes played. As the song reached its conclusion and Zak Starkey began the drum solo, I cringed and retreated as I thought of the primal scream that was coming up. Daltrey could hit it in 1971, but when I saw the Concert For New York City thirty years later, it sounded like a cat being drowned. However, he pulled it off, and while it lacked the power of the original, well, of course it would! It’s been nearly forty years since the song was recorded.
My main complaints, though, were the set list and the sound. Regarding the former, it felt like the songs never really gelled; I know that 12 minutes is a short time to come up with a decent set list, especially considering The Who’s most famous songs are all over five minutes, but if they had done, say, abbreviated versions of ‘Who Are You’, ‘Baba O’Riley’, ‘See Me, Feel Me’, and ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’ – each performance lasting three or four minutes – that might have worked too. Or why not throw ‘Join Together’ in there somewhere? Anyway. Regarding the latter, I watched the show on a 13″ TV that’s at least 10 years old, so the sound was mixed way terribly; Daltrey’s voice sounded old and ragged, Townshend sounded like he didn’t care, and all I could hear of Zak Starkey was the cymbals. As far as I knew, there weren’t any other band members. (For the record, Pino Palladino is their bassist, replacing the long-deceased and irreplaceable John Entwistle; Simon Townshend, Pete’s brother, helps out on backing vocals and additional guitar; and John “Rabbit” Bundrick is their longtime keyboardist. Apart from a few seconds’ screentime of the first two, you would have gotten the impression that The Who was a trio of Daltrey, Townshend, and Starkey, performing to backing tapes.) But when I watched it on YouTube, which has probably been long-deleted by now, the mix was decent, Daltrey’s voice sounded good, Townshend was having a great time, and Starkey’s drum set was mixed more naturally.
Overall? A great performance, but not a stellar performance like at the Concert For New York City. Ah well. I still love them, and if it inspires Townshend to finish his musical, Floss, then even better. Or at the very least, if they do some more performances this year, that’s just as good.
So This Is The New Year…
Posted: 01.02.2010 Filed under: and so on, anniversary, announcement, of interest, something completely different Leave a comment »I forget if it’s popular to like or dislike Death Cab For Cutie, but I like how this song nicely captures the “out with the old, in with the new” attitude of December 31st. As someone who had a less than pleasant 2009, and celebrated accordingly yesterday with a ritualistic “fuck you” to all of the bad things that happened (it involved a very good friend, fire, and catharsis), I offer to you – and myself, and anyone else who looks upon the first few days of January with unbridled optimism – the best of luck this upcoming year, and may you be absolutely drenched with happiness and joy and all that good stuff.
In Sound Round-related news, I’m still working on a few reviews leftover from last year; with any luck, I’ll get those finished up and published in the next few weeks. My 2010 resolution is to stay a little more on top of things than I did last year, but otherwise, you can expect about the same from me!
Musicians In Print: A Photo Flashback
Posted: 11.07.2009 Filed under: 2009, and so on, announcement, Jeff Beck, Little Feat, of interest, something completely different, various artists, Warren Zevon Leave a comment »Breaking radio silence temporarily, but I was asked by my father to do a light bit of promotion for his joint photo gallery presentation, Musicians In Print: A Photo Flashback Documented by Beth Trepper and Georg W. Purvis III, to be held at the Tyme Gallery in Havertown, PA. The opening reception is on November 13 (less than a week from today), and runs until December 8, 2009.
The photos were taken by my father in the ’70s and ’80s, and may have been done so less out of artistic desire and more as a reminder to what actually happened. (Obligatory “If you remember the ’70s, you weren’t really there” joke.) Some of the bands and musicians include Little Feat, KISS, Rory Gallagher, Jeff Beck, Jackson Browne, Renaissance, Emerson, Lake & Palmer, Warren Zevon, Robert Palmer… the list goes on.
Here are a few websites to check out for more information:
Georg W Purvis III Photography
And here’s all the information from the back of the invite, in case you didn’t get it:
Tyme Gallery
17 W. Eagle Road
Havertown, PA 19083
610-853-1215
Tyme Gallery Proudly Presents:
Musicians In Print: A Photo Flashback Documented by Beth Trepper and Georg W Purvis III
Opening Reception:
Friday, November 13, 2009
5 00pm – 9 00pm
Exhibition Dates:
November 13 – December 8, 2009
Framed prints, matted prints, gift cards, and books of this exhibit will be available for purchase, just in tyme for Christmas.
Sound Round goes bye-bye
Posted: 10.31.2009 Filed under: and so on, announcement, obituary, of interest, something completely different 2 Comments »Greetings, readers. You may have noticed I have been writing far less in this blog, and that is entirely the fault of a crazy little thing called work. I have about a dozen started drafts just waiting to be finished, but I’m going to abandon them and close down Sound Round.
But wait! There is a consolation.
This is only temporary, as I have decided to partake in something called NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, where aspiring writers take the month of November to write a 50,000 word novel.
That’s only 1,666.67 words a day. I figure I can handle that.
We’ll see if this ever gets off the ground; as a wannabe novelist, the prospect of writing a novel in a month is pretty exciting. Maybe I’ll get through the first day and realize what a mistake it is, or I’ll discover that I’m not much of a writer and get so frustrated that I become unmoored from reality forever, spending the rest of my days wandering in a state of delusion – even more so than I already do. Or maybe my novel will be such a hit that I become the Next Big Thing, appearing on talk shows and cutting ribbons and opening ceremonies, throwing out first pitches, that kinda thing.
Or maybe I’ll just take it for what it is: a bit of fun and a chance to extend myself as a writer. Yeah, I think I’ll go with that.
So from November 1st to the 30th, Sound Round will not exist as I immerse myself in this writing project.
Have a good month, and when I return, I’ll be ready and raring to go with even more album reviews for your pleasure.
