Aw, hell, I’m enough of a fan I’m gonna post the whole announcement:
Yeh, dug this 1990 compilation out the depths in the basement for a workout soundtrack. Pretty damn good and a must for fans of the Pelvis. Esp. since it takes on the always-wobbly notion that his movie numbers were tripe.
Starts out with the Boss doing an absolutely tone-right and funny as hell “Viva Las Vegas,” and Sydney Youngblood way beating the odds with a tone-right reading of “(Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear.” Not everything works (Holly Johnson, “Love Me Tender,” PU) but there’s only about four subpar tracks and the set reminds you how much ferocious energy and badass rock-and-roll-timing bands like Fuzzbox and the Cramps could have. The final track selection and presentation is perfection. I would argue part of why the collection works is that, far as I know, all the players were alive and well and apprehending Elvis when he was King. You know what to do.
Captivating and charismatic as they come, but with a welcoming communal soul. Onstage, the English Beat were a magic spell that always lifted you to a superior reality that earned a permanent place in your heart.
One of the reviews I’m most proud to have written. Referenced a lot over the years.
Eternal thanks, Roger.
Mixdisc I made that I ran across in that pile of books and CDs on the floor of the office. I particularly like the slow-build numbers at the start, then the program gets rather wacked-out before calming down for the finish. But at any rate, it’s Very Me and here it is:
1. K. Leimer, “Aerial” (1980)
2. Supernatural Hot Rugs Not Used, “Spa World”
3. Earthmonkey, “The Breeder Belt Tar Hogs”
4. Ghost, “Motherly Bluster”
5. Giant Squid, “Megaptera in the Delta”
6. Zodiak, “Sermons”
7. Nels Cline, “Dirty Baby, Pt. 3”
8. Mofongo, “Tumbao”
9. Miriodor, “La Roche”
10. F/I, “Observation (The Eye on Top of the Pyramid)” (1986)
11. Bola, “Versivo”
Number 10 is a special goodie for “Gravity Falls” fans.
Good times, good sounds, Mr. Brebner — thanks so much.
These are the albums we used to soothe jangle first in the morning and last at night while struggling with the yearly accounting challenge (alphabetical order):
Biosphere, Patashnik (Biophon, 2016)
Carla Bley/Andy Sheppard/Steve Swallow, Trios (ECM, 2013)
Carla Bley/Andy Sheppard/Steve Swallow, Andando el Tiempo (ECM, 2016)
Stephan Crump’s Rosetta Trio, Thwirl (Sunnyside, 2013)
Delerium, Spiritual Archives (Hypnotic, 1997)
Erik Friedlander, Block Ice & Propane (Skipstone, 2007)
Then we have a new studio album from Michael Gregory Jackson Clarity Quartet, WhenUFindItUWillKnow (self-released). He’s been a captivator since I heard his debut way back in the day and I know I’ve done at least one piece about him, but cannot track it down online. Perhaps lost in the vanished mysts of Rock.com.
Exciting to simply make up my mind about these.
I enjoyed episodes of the TV show, though I have no desire to re-view them. Thought Headquarters was a necessary statement. And long ago concluded the Monkees had occupied precisely the right amount of cultural space. I was pleased to see Mr. Tork agreed in the final graph of his NY Times obit.
Like many artists, Mr. Tork concluded that happiness came simply from doing the work. “It’s about getting to play the music full time,” he told The Los Angeles Times in 1992. “It’s not about the following anymore, the fame game. A little bit of fame is fun, but I’ve had enough, thank you.”
PS: What’s the matter with my head? I forgot to add that the Super Secret (kinda) Insider Pick is the Head soundtrack. (The one time I watched the movie itself made my titular body part hurt.)
A latter-day release I did not have until recently: The Source (Le Son Du Marquis, “Recorded in 2010”). I pick up whatever I run across by this, uh, “outfit,” because, as much as any performers I know, their works all sound the same but the more you listen the more each has its own language. Obvious this was worked on and worked on, until leader Bachir Attar says, “Let’s go — this is a set.” (And who can resist titles like “Hadra of Sidi Amed Sheik (music for healing sick people on Friday at the tomb of the Saint)”?)
Nearly every time I listen to the Master Jajoukas, I think of the late pioneering music critic and musician Robert Palmer, because the one time I met him, he was sitting next to us at a Jajouka concert in Harvard’s Saunders Theater (incredible acoustics, what a treat). After the show, I introduced myself and tried to ask him about not just Jajouka but his recent Rock & Roll: An Unruly History and even Deep Blues, one of the most profound and enlightening books about the South and that more-defiant-than-sad music from there. He was pretty grunt-and-nod in a sadly too-short exchange, but I now understand he was quite ill by then (did not last all that long after) and wanted to get backstage to talk to the musicians. Sorry, Bob Palmer, that I did not get to tell you how much Insect Trust and Hoboken Saturday Night changed my life.
Comforting, clever and provocative enough that I played it for both morning exercise (headphones) and first soundtrack of the day.