December 13, 2008
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Shania Twain - Come On Over (hear some crazy Canadian mash-up)

When did I start listening to country music? It was definitely sometime after I was over the first flush of Fleetwood Mac fever. (A student of mine once claimed Fleetwood Mac was a country music singer, actually.)  I would sit in the car outside the gym at St. John’s College in Santa Fe, waiting for my girlfriend, who is an exerciser.  I was flipping stations between U2, NPR, Missy Elliott, Lynyrd, country, and this music they have in New Mexico which I think is called Norteño, although I prefer the Taos station that plays it.  My country music moment hit me while listening to the song “My Front Porch Looking In” by Lonestar.  To be precise, it was the line “There’s a carrot top who can barely walk / With a sippy cup of milk.”  (The singer has been travelling all around, but he loves most the view he sees looking in from his front porch; for example, a “sippy cup.”)

I had long enjoyed the extended cliche-sequences and articulated normalcy of country music lyrics.  “My baby left me holding the bag, the bag of cats, cats cryin’ in the night, as I howl at the moon, I’m gonna open that bag, that baaag oooof caaats… I let the cat!… outta the bag.”  (“Bag Of Cats” © B. Brock)  But here was a man singing about sippy cups. 

It’s the G.W.Bush effect, or to be precise, the Sarah Palin effect: the difference is eradicated between the master of the universe and a humble householder, or at least that is the story told by the one and believed by the other.

I began listening to country radio with more interest, and soon discovered Shania Twain.  Actually, of course I was aware of her music in 1998 when she was busy selling 40 million or so copies of Come On Over.  But if you listen to country radio, Shania Twain songs stick out like a half-Labrador Retriever in a litter of German Shepherds.  She and “Mutt” Lange took the standard country formula and applied the intensely crafted style Lange perfected on Def Leppard albums.

There’s a lot more to say.  About Shania’s use of folksy-isms, about moments of precision, about the Mutt “hey heys” that could almost be cut and pasted from Def Lep songs.  I have spent quite a bit of time thinking about the song “That Don’t Impress me Much”.

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amandalynferri:

CV dream-tern, Chris Han made this really good mash-up of Canadian bands.

Barenaked Ladies - one week
Avril Lavigne - complicated
Sum 41 - fat lip
Nickelback - photograph

Tegan and Sara - the con
The Stills - of montreal
Simple Plan - i’d do anything

Neil Young - heart of gold
MSTRKRFT - work on you
Celine Dion - all coming back to me now

Shania Twain - man i feel like a woman
Broken Social Scene - stars and sons
Nelly Furtado - i am like a bird

Alanis Morissette - ironic
Chromeo - Momma’s Boy
Hot Hot Heat - goodnight goodnight

Arcade Fire - wake up
The Band - The Weight
Sarah McLachlan - i will remember you

Oh Canada
Metric - Monster Hospital
Billy Talent - This Suffering

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December 12, 2008

Cat Power - Moon Pix

I’m going to try to “get serious” about writing.  We’ll see how that goes.

At the moment, I’m trying to convince myself, followed by Continuum International Publishing Group, followed by 5,000 or so lucky customers, that I can write a book about a great album.  Strictly speaking, according to the call for proposals, the album does not have to be great.

The albums I’m considering are:

  • Cat Power - Moon Pix
  • Bjork - Vespertine
  • The Evens - The Evens
  • Smog - Knock Knock
  • OP8 - Slush
  • Robert Wyatt - Rock Bottom
  • Shania Twain - Come On Over
  • The Cure - The Head on the Door
  • Tom Ze, who doesn’t have a “that’s the one” album
  • The Grateful Dead - Live / Dead
  • They Might Be Giants - Lincoln

What else?  There are probably a hundred more.  I feel vaguely competent to approach these albums, unlike, for example, The Talking Heads’ Remain In Light.  None of the bands have yet been covered in the 33 1/3 series, and none are in the list of 50 bands which have been proposed already.  All of these are universal - these are not sounds that precisely fit some crack in my psyche, like the chewed up gum of the Moldy Peaches or Glenn Branca’s hundred year flood.

That last point is important, because the book really does have to induce 5,000 people to drop the price of 10 mp3s for it.  I imagine that about 70% of the choice to purchase rests on the album in question - except in cases like Colin Meloy’s memoirish account of The Replacements’ Let it Be.  The big sellers seem to be books about an album adored by either a small, information-starved audience (eg Neutral Milk Hotel’s fans), or a massive audience, some of which prefers the format of these books to the 30 other books about a given artist (Bob Dylan).

Cat Power’s Moon Pix is a good choice.  It’s a set of eleven pure knockout songs.  The story of Chan Marshall moving to Prosperity, South Carolina and waking up out of nightmares and into half a dozen songs is a classic, even if it’s fairly well known at this point.  The audience is large, and still growing, but information is scarce - only one book about the band turns up on Amazon.com.

Moon Pix is the “that’s the one” Cat Power album.  I don’t necessarily have to say it’s the best, although it is, just that it represents her major turning point of departure. (I think there might be a Robert Wyatt song in that sentence.)  Before it, Cat Power was an OK indie rock band, not the great singer and watched artist that she has been since.

I remember being just hammered by this album when I put it on in my blue Geo Prizm, sitting in a parking lot on the Pacific Coast Highway.  It combines real lyrics, gooey underwater instrument playing, and Chan Marshall singing like she is overcome by the “Black Sleep of Kali Ma”.  What?

On the other hand, the harmonic structures and recording methods are not particularly inspiring on this one.  There are great sounds and great performances, but writers generally approach sounds and singing by pouring syrup over them and brushing off the flies.  “Chan Marshall’s evocative warbling creates a distinct unease in her transfixed auditors, while her greasy guitar-slinging curdles their milkshakes in a manner that can only be termed heavenly.”  My favorite music book is The Beatles as Musicians, by Walter Everett, who is interested in the Beatles as musicians, not just as story-fodder.  Everett approaches the album as a work with an inherent meaning, for which the history and personalities only offer us context.

Feel free to suggest other albums I should write about.

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October 8, 2008

Cat Power w/ Golden Boots - 7 Oct 08, Tempe AZ

Golden Boots is a Tucson band which is pretty great, one of those bands where one person writes straight Beatles-y songs and the other writes things that are fairly out there.  These kinds of bands always have the risk of splintering, when the pop songster wants to sell out and the weirdo clings to artistic integrity.  As a band they succeed precisely in combination, and it’s imperative that they maintain respect for each other’s work.  Sometimes the pop songs are just too good, or the freakonomics are too complex, and it’s like a centrifugal force whipping them apart - nothing can hold that together for long, and you know when that time comes.  I suspect these guys are not heading to that point.  They belong together; certainly now they succeed in combination beyond what they would apart.

My wife talked about juxtaposition - making a scene, in effect, where there is otherwise no content.  By placing a cup next to a flashlight, for example, and photographing it, you make people contemplate each in the other’s frame of reference.  The content is in the juxtaposition.  I think it’s unfair to say that Golden Boots is only relying on juxtaposition, but it did help them to get my attention.

Cat Power, on the other hand, we agreed had no juxtaposition.  Every song was in roughly the same tenor with roughly the same approach.  Every song succeeded in itself, from its own integral virtues, rather than by surprising.

Here’s the thing.  Chan Marshall originally appealed to me as a writer.  The songs on Moon Pix are extraordinary.  Her singing is great, of course, but the songs are the real draw.  I see now that she is not actually a writer, but a performer.

A writer has to feel something and simultaneously think something - to remain separate from while engaged in the subject.  The so-called stream-of-consciousness writings of Jack Kerouac are fun to know about but terribly boring to read.  Performers, on the other hand, precisely can not be objective. They can’t be embarassed about what they were feeling at the time they wrote the song.  A singer can’t think about whether the vocal is loud enough in the monitors or whether she is playing the guitar well.  She has to purely express core humanity.

If Marshall is a performer, why is Moon Pix so great?  Maybe because the songs were specifically written from a performance mindset.  As the legend goes, she woke up from a nightmare and wrote most of the album in one stream of frightened consciousness.

So what does that mean for a Cat Power show?  It means that when she sticks to expressing what she feels, she succeeds, and that’s precisely what she is doing now.  She’s deep in it, soul singing, climbing out of the murk, to the extent that every song she performed was in the same vein.  Even her own songs, like “I Don’t Blame You” and “Metal Heart”, are reworked into dark gospel numbers.  She’s Mick Jagger in jail, she’s Nina Simone without the glee.

By the way, is it just Chan Marshall and Bill Callahan, or is there a general trend of 90’s indie bands going gospel/soul?  I guess Iron & Wine came out with a 70’s rock album, so maybe the trend is generally towards our old friend authenticity.

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