Two quick items:

I just started following this discussion at Supervillian that stems from this wonderful series by Matt Zoller Seitz about Michael Mann.  @switzke of Supervillian is taking the Seitz series as a jumping off point for talking about zen pulp and the ‘lone man’ narrative in film.  The discussion is just getting started, so you may want to tune in for the next few essay’s and responses.  Lots of amazing content going to be discussed there.

The other item in my morning inbox was an affectionate note about McCartney’s superb album ‘Ram’ from 1971 aver at Never Get Out of The Boat.  There’s is also information about a muzak instrumental version that McCartney did himself (?!?) and a various artists’ cover version of the album.

#SOYCD, or hastily recorded music in a snowstorm

Got a nice amount of snow in Northern Liberties, so here’s that cover version you’ve been waiting for:

Stream: [audio:http://mpomy.com/music/shineon.mp3]

or link.

As usual, recorded a bit quietly to preserve quality, SO TURN IT UP!!

New Gungfly single!!

Rikard is har at work with the next release – this one will be under the ‘Gungfly’ banner.  And while last year’s ‘Please Be Quiet’ was a tremendous dose of cowboy prog, the first release from the upcoming record has a decidedly heavier vibe.  Check out the single over at Gungfly.net.  Am I hearing more metal in the man’s guitar solo?  Also, he says that the new Beardfish album is coming along nicely.  Music to my ears!

Here we go again with “tribute” band madness

After seeing Montreal’s The Musical Box perform three different recreations of classic Genesis concerts (at over two dozen separate events), I am still overwhelmed by the sheer weirdness of it all.  How can you spend so much time in a role without starting to lose the line between where the individual begins and the role ends?

There can be no doubt that the music is other-worldly.  Without any doubt, these are musicians of the highest calibre, but there is always something more there, something on which I can not put my finger.  The music is too good to be just the reading of someone else’s staff notation.  Let us forget about the costumes and wigs for just a minute and look only to the music.

I have, for example heard the incomparable Neal Morse play the opening chords of ‘Watcher of The Skies’ and noted that, despite the utter lack of improvisation contained in that musical passage, his version was not as dramatic.  And this is an artist (Morse) whose prog credentials are above and beyond any reproach.  He is a modern master.

But when you hear David Myers (who?) play the same passage, there is a calm immediacy that transfers all of the power and majesty of the original directly to the listener.  Is it that he is not Neal Morse?  Is it that Myers has all of the authentic and original equipment?  Is that David Myers is wearing a wig?

Of course, none of this matters when Sebastian, who, in his attempt to recall the prominent and unique role played by Michael Rutherford in this quintet, and wears no costume whatsoever, leans into the fuzz bass and the Moog Taurus pedals and I feel my internal organs being rearranged.  At that point, I don’t give a flying fuck who is playing the music.

But, as it was in 1998 when I first experienced the monster in The Musical Box, the experience remains bizarre.  Greg Bendian has taken over the drums and is absolutely giddy to be living out his boyhood fantasy of being Bill Bruford.  Bendian is highly accomplished and has firmly established credentials with his ‘Mahavishnu Project’ which, as one would surmise, re-creates the music of Mahavishnu Orchestra.  That is/was Bendian’s project – he had control (probably did more work) and gets a lot of the credit for tremendous success, notoriety and several albums.  Not only does TMB NOT have albums, but Bendian has to give up a few choice drum parts because, in the original performance, Bruford did not play those parts – Phil did.

So Bendian has to give up featured drum parts in ‘Cinema Show’ and ‘Robbery Assault & Battery’ where Phil wanted to be showcased.  But the ‘singer’ Phil can’t play drums as well as the real Phil.  Which means that, during the evening’s performance, the role of Phil Collins is played by two men – Denis Gagne on vocal and percussion and Marc LaFlamme on drum kit.  Marc does an amazing job and a large portion of the audience doesn’t even know he is the person playing.

So, after all this time, the performance of these talented musicians continues to fascinate, delight and confuse me.  But with players this talented and a score this well-executed, all you need is a program of some of the finest music ever composed.  Fortunately, Genesis has taken care of that for us.

(The camera phone doesn’t do great, but here’s what I got, picture-wise)

Crazy Heart (hearts) the music

I’m 37 years old, going to be 38 in a few months.  I grew up in the mid-atlantic region of the USA and when I went to college, the only criteria I put down for my roommate survey was “no country music”.  I ended up getting matched up with one of the greatest guitar players I’ve ever met or heard, but that’s another story.

During my life, I’ve seen a renaissance in Nashville, where a few singers have become immensely popular and fabulously wealthy playing something called ‘Country’ music.  For me, there’s a tendency to hear this material and think it is overproduced, redneck garbage.  That’s not a nice thing to say, but a lot of what I hear in passing turns my stomach.

The question is, how could I, so in love with music and so in love with guitar, pass such harsh judgment on an entire genre of popular music?

Crazy Heart did not help me answer that question, but it did take me inside the life of a country song: the booze, the women, the road, the trucks, the prejudice (“you speak any Mexican?”), bein’ broke; hell, the only thing that was missing was an old hound dog.  It also showed me something I wasn’t quite expecting – musical genius.

As good an actor as you may think Jeff Bridges is, this was truly the ‘performance of a lifetime’ as advertised.  It is by means of that beautiful performance (in a film about performance) that the musical genius comes across, and it made me feel like my soul was in flight.

Bridges doesn’t do it himself, and a great debt is owed to the amazing T-Bone Burnett who produced the film and co-wrote the music.  But it is Bridges’ performance that makes the magic come off the screen with ten times more sincerity than any “three-dee” experience you may have had in the past few months.  He plays guitar and sings like he’s been doing it for years – because he has.  He brings every ounce of emotion and delicacy to a story as old as story-telling: the old master, fallen on hard times, on a path of self-destruction, against the odds, to make the magic happen and give it ‘one more try.’

And if the story brings only little originality (and includes a highly unnecessary epilogue), Bridges’ performance and the beautiful original music elevates this movie-going experience to something special, almost heart-rending.

The country music is portrayed with both warts and beauty.  Some is overproduced garbage, but some is the simple and sincere chord progression, leaning on the blues, tex-Mex and folk, that tells the story of love and loss.  The result is irresistible.

This is a love letter to American music; singing, songwriting and guitar playing.  The instruments, amplifiers and musical performances are all real.  The people on camera are playing and singing.  The performance footage puts you on stage with the all the excitement and intensity of any ‘real’ concert film (Last Waltz, Hail Hail Rock ‘n’ Roll, Rust Never Sleeps, etc.).  And Jeff Bridges absolutely seals the deal with a subtle and emotional portrayal that is easily the best performance by the extraordinarily gifted actor.

My MySpace Page – why am I doing this?

Why yes, of course – its “a place for music”.  That doesn’t make it any easier.  You will notice that there is no link at the top of the page in order to facilitate an easy visit.  When it comes to MySpace, I just don’t know.

I got to Imeem too late.  So late, in fact, that I didn’t get there at all.  By the time I figured out why I wanted to join Imeem (and, for that matter, what it was) it had been gobbled up by MySpace.  This happened just this past December.  And MySpace, being the wonderful folks that they are, immediately shut this popular social music network down.  They promise to restore its functionality, but I’m not holding my breath.

Lala was nice, but since Apple came in, the glow has dimmed.  I can’t seem to upload the rest of my music collection, and, as I’ve mentioned repeatedly, the social aspect doesn’t work nearly as well as it does on Last.fm and Blip.fm.  Apparently, Imeem was pretty good for socializing, but that’s over now, and folks on this side of the Atlantic still have no (or very limited) access to Spotify.

So what’s a girl to do (right now MySpace has my gender as ‘female’)?  A lot of bands still seem to use or even depend on MySpace, and I can’t access updates or blogs without having my own MySpace account.  The other reason to join is reports of the massive music collection, bolstered now by the acquisition (and annihilation) Imeem.

But after spending a few hours working with their garbage interface and being inundated by countless adverts, I can say with confidence that the stories were true.  MySpace sucks.