“Back then fanzines were great, but it’s the same now with social media, it’s people sharing stuff with no middleman. The Flipsides … and the Slashs … that’s how you knew about other scenes without waiting for the rock critic god from Rolling Stone to come down and say “this is good.” Websites are the same fucking thing – they can be personal, passionate and shit. People used to think it was a purer time, but it many ways it’s the same now”—more Mike Watt
“I mean, I’m into gigs and I always will be, they’ll always be the main thing … you can divide the world into two things, there are gigs and there are flyers and everything that aint a gig, that’s a flyer to get people to the gig. Albums were fucking flyers – we thought they were totally disposable.”—Mike Watt
Having one of those weeks where not only am I listening to only Jason Molina, but I am trying to listen to all of his output, to try to divine something more, something else, from that canon, that helps me understand how such a monumental talent exists.
“I was seeking comic originality, and fame fell on me as a by-product. The course was more plodding than heroic: I did not strive valiantly against doubters but took incremental steps studded with a few intuitive leaps. I was not naturally talented—I didn’t sing, dance, or act—though working around that minor detail made me inventive. I was not self-destructive, though I almost destroyed myself.”—
Steve Martin, Born StandingUp, one of my favorite books.
This passage was about his comedic career but is relevant to so, so many things in life
On the rare day that Fred went with something metal-like, which jolted me awake, I needed to the bring it down a notch. I had a photorefractive keratectomy laser procedure (similar to lasik in some ways) on Friday and for the first time in 30 years I am wearing neither glasses nor contact lenses. I can’t fully see yet, and keep reaching to put on glasses that no longer make sense or work. Strange, strange feeling.
Ryley wrote about this song: “Song about some chick, mushrooms and the Shenandoah Valley. One of my favorite zones in the country.”
“But also, the format of television— much more than film— lends itself to how people consume content now. In small doses. Think about music. The release of a full-length album, with all its requisite buildup and hype, while still theoretically a cool idea, is no longer that interesting. A musician who wins today tours relentlessly, releases a song or two a month, multiple EPs, behind-the-scenes vide0s, photoshoots, etc. Maybe they even drop a surprise album. It’s a constant stream of content.”—Paul Cantor “Hollywood Has a Major Problem”
Gonna reblog myself. I had some time in between things yesterday and while walking down 6th avenue I listened to Soul over and over again, and it shook me up. His voice sounds so youthful and also so hopeful, but the lyrics hint at something so much darker. In so many ways it left me with feelings of inadequacy; I feel like my life will never be complete as I’ll never be able to express myself as he does in this song.
Vikesh Kapoor released The Ballad Of Willy Robbins this week, but I’m starting to work on a theory: Kapoor is a talented young musician in 2014, but he’s simultaneuosly hanging out with Richard and Mimi Farina in Carmel ca. 1964, creating a musico-temporal uncertainty that resulted this record. A fantastic new release and a tragically overlooked early ’60s gem.
Ryley Walker’s debut record, All Kinds Of You, came out yesterday, and it is as good and expansive as I anticipated. This guy channels some deep spiritual music, obvious references are Bert Jansch and Nick Drake, but he also goes deeper and spacier at times. Just a wonderful record.
“His success has been completely due to the leveling of distribution with the Internet. Because those barriers have been broken down, online sales have been amazing. His first album was a free download and everything since then has been focused on the digital side of things. All of our media primarily focuses on the digital. It’s that social profile… releasing things digitally, through Facebook, Twitter, Myspace (though that has kind of dwindled). These barriers are broken down due to the Internet. It’s not fixated on retail; it’s not fixated on major labels. Because of that, an artist like Sonny can accelerate this rapidly. Multiple Grammy nominations in two years or less! No marketing, no push at all, just connections with fans in a true way.”—Tim Smith, on Skrillex
A fine Saturday morning in NYC. The Sun is shining and it is warm outside at last. So it is appropriate to post a song about enjoying the night and thinking about nothing else until the morning of the next day. This is “Till the Morning Comes” from the first of three shows at Legion Stadium in El Monte, California on December 26, 1970.
Till the Morning was released on American Beauty and it may be the only example where the studio version was better than the live versions. Lots of key changes and vocal challenges in this one would lead to some less than perfect performances. Perhaps that is why it was played live only 5 times… this being the last one. Regardless I always really liked this song.
The lyrics in Till the Morning written by Robert Hunter are actually fantastic, although short. You can read them here as you listen.
Hope you all enjoy this dose of classic dead off of one of the greatest albums of all time.
"When the shadows grow, it’ll do you fine. When the cold winds blow, it’ll ease your mind. The shape it takes could be yours to choose. What you may win, what you may lose.”
“You look up to your heroes and you shouldn’t be intimidated by them; you should be inspired by them. Don’t look up at the poster on your wall and think, “Fuck, I can never do that.” Look at the poster on your wall and think, “Fuck, I’m going to do that!””—Dave Grohl
“Watch out for music. It should come with a health warning. It can be dangerous. It can make you feel so alive, so connected to the people around you, and connected to what you really are inside. And it can make you think that the world should, and could, be a much better place. And just occasionally, it can make you very, very happy.”—Peter Gabriel
“But tonight, we also honor the fifth member of the band, without whom, this night would never have happened: tonight we honor The Kiss Army. Generations of fiercely loyal fans who are celebrating this long overdue induction all over the planet tonight. Tonight proves beyond any shadow of a doubt that high school bullies, and the critics, were mistaken. We Kiss fans were right, so let’s celebrate.”—Tom Morello, inducting Kiss into the rock and roll hall of fame
“I did not want Kiss to make the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I thought it would be cooler if they didn’t; I liked the idea of Kiss coming to represent the opposite of whatever the Rock Hall purports to be. I find it strange that the people who hated Kiss at the height of their powers will now be allowed to amend their preposterous position in retrospect. Still, I know they deserve it, and I know the band is happy about it, and I want the band to be happy. You know, it’s so crazy: I always refer to the guys in Kiss by their first names, as if we’re somehow friends or acquaintances. It feels stupid to do this, and sort of childish. But that’s what happens when something enters your life and (impossibly, inexplicably, irrevocably) never leaves. I’ve thought about Kiss way too much over the past three decades, but still not as much as I’d secretly prefer. There is just no group that’s more fun to think about. There are some that are more fun to listen to, but that’s a different question. Whatever Kiss did, they did it right, including the things they did wrong. They have no rival and they have no peers.”—Chuck Klosterman, with the definitive word for all of us who joined the Kiss Army when we were 12.
“Digitisation has given us the ability to fund, record, market, disseminate and sell our self produced music via social networks in a manner that simply wasn’t possible in the 20th century. Yes, you may have to initially give your music away to rustle up a crowd, but who among us didn’t start out doing gigs for free in order to build an audience?”—
METAL MONDAY NIRVANA WEEK: Negative Creep by Nirvana - This week 20 years ago Kurt Cobain was no more. He would eventually be found dead on Apr 8th in his house and with his passing came the ending of an era that had turned the music scene upside down. While my favorite bands of the grunge era were Mudhoney and Soundgarden, Nirvana was front and center, the band that brought people from all musical tastes together.
My favorite album of Nirvana’s was also there heaviest. Whether it was the influence of having a Celtic Frost tape playing in their tour van or simply Kurt’s frustration with Sub Pop’s pushing for “grunge” rock, Bleach came out like molten anger and noise. Nirvana may not be considered “metal”, but you would be hard pressed to differentiate this from some of the hardcore / metal bands that were around at the time. It’s just that the term grunge was invented, so all those bands got lumped into that. Negative Creep was one of the heavier grooves on the album, a self-loathing missive directed at Kurt himself. In many ways, this song almost foreshadows Kurt’s demise into depression and despair and eventually into his own death.
“And suddenly you have a HOLY FUCK experience – that moment when the music you’re hearing silences everything else in the world and the only thing you can concentrate on is how fucking good this music is and how it has already rewired each and every one of your neurons and possibly even your entire subatomic structure and then the sky rips open above you and a gigantic glowing hand descends from the heavens and gives you a BIG “thumbs-up” and you happily nod in absolute agreement and give it a BIG “thumbs-up” back and none of this exchange seems the slightest bit unusual to you since you aren’t thinking about anything at all except how this music is washing over you like a cleansing and renewing wave of cool, fresh water except it’s not water washing over you but a whole-body sweat generated from you dancing around the room ecstatically since you’ve lost control over your body to this music that now owns you and has already shaken you to the very core of your being and now you just can’t imagine living life without it and you just can’t listen to it loud enough and when it’s over all you want is more more MORE…”—