Sunday, December 6, 2009

A Night to Remember

Jimmy Webb has written some of the most memorable songs of my generation, including "Up, Up and Away," "By The Time I Get to Phoenix," "Wichita Lineman," "Galveston," "MacArthur Park," "Didn't We," "All I Know," "Crying In My Sleep," "The Highwayman" and many, many others. He's written, arranged and produced heart-wrenchingly gorgeous albums like Richard Harris' "A Tramp Shining," the Fifth Dimension's "The Magic Garden," "Reunion" with Glen Campbell in 1974 and Art Garfunkel's "Watermark," along with less-memorable records by Cher, the Supremes minus Diana Ross and others.


But Webb's also chafed for years at not being able to stand alone as a performer, an interpreter of his own songs. Despite the release of solo albums sporadically since 1970 and live shows every now and then, his gangly, aw-shucks persona has never translated successfully into widespread commercial acceptance.


Webb has continued to write very beautiful material over the years - songs like "Adios," done memorably by Linda Ronstadt with vocal backings by Brian Wilson, "Lightning in a Bottle," a little-known release by Campbell in 1988, and "The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress," covered by Joe Cocker, Michael Feinstein and others. Like many who came of age in the mid- to late 1960s, however, he is forever branded by his earliest material. Undoubtedly, his bank account is quite satisfying, but his artistic side has gone begging.


Which brings us to last night and a small theater out in the middle of nowhere in southern New Jersey where Webb and a beat-up old grand piano captivated a couple hundred people for nearly two hours. Sitting in rows of equally old, beat-up church pews, no less. At 25 bucks a ticket. Now Jimmy Webb is 63-years old, wearing a nicely tailored double-breasted suit with an eye-catching Art Deco tie. Tall and slightly pudgy, like many of us, he's clearly comfortable in his skin, determined to show himself as the keeper of the flame of the Great American Songbook. No band, no back-up singers, just the boy from Oklahoma, the son of a Baptist minister, who is following in the footsteps of Berlin, Porter, Gershwin, Rodgers, Arlen and Kern. And you know, he's got something there.


Webb's voice, at times over the years a strangled, off-key vehicle at best, has weathered nicely, and the man has lived quite a life. He spun delightful tales of his collaborators like Waylon Jennings, Frank Sinatra, Ronstadt, Harris, Campbell and others, along with a devastating putdown of what the Grammys have become (he's won, so he's entitled). Each story elicted a laugh before he began performing the song most closely identified with that artist. The exception was Ronstadt, whom he explained he had recently recorded a duet of "All I Know" with, noting that she had just announced her retirement for unexplained medical reasons. An obviously very-moved Webb said, "I'll try to get through this," and then sang and played it beautifully. The song will be on an album coming out soon, he said.


It was the kind of intimate evening that fans live for. Telling us that against his better judgment he'd let his doctor talk him into getting a flu shot, Webb complained that now he was sick for the first time in a couple years and begged forgivness for his vocal limitations. But he seemed in fine form all evening, and the upshot is we all had to kick in to hit the vocal highs of the chorus of "Up, Up and Away." It wasn't a hard sell: We all bellowed along enthusiastically. Webb stuck to the classics for most of the show, but kicking off with a story about how he and drummer Russ Kunkel basically grossed out the prissy, proper Ronstadt, he did a wonderfully funny obscurity from his enormous catalog entitled, "What Does A Woman See In A Man." Indeed.


In recent years, Webb has been honing his live act in England where he has an enthusiastic following. (Why do the British always have more sophisticated musical tastes than we do?) To get a flavor of the show we saw, I highly recommend "Live and At Large," a CD of Webb performing in the UK. He has a deep catalog of stories as well since only one on the CD was repeated at Saturday night's show. "Ten Easy Pieces" is the CD for those who want to hear Webb sing and play his classics in a studio setting.


Someone who's written what Webb's written isn't doing gigs for money. He even mentioned at one point that he had driven to the show through the snowstorm just like we did and didn't seem to have any handlers with him. Although clearly tired from his performance, he was very generous with his time afterwards, staying around to sign things and just talk with the fans. A class act all the way. Although last night's show is only one of three he has scheduled so far this year, I suspect this may be a warm-up for a larger tour in conjunction with "Just Across The River," the new album that will include the Ronstadt duet.


For those who treasure watching the creative spark right from the source, go see Jimmy Webb if he comes to town. The stories are great, the singer reaches down deep, and the songs are timeless. Oh, and did I mention? He's a helluva piano player.



Thursday, October 22, 2009

Don't make me laugh

The Politico piece today about the GOP and conservatives is laughable. Good for Mike Pence for standing up and saying so.


The whole premise of the piece is that national Republican leaders are embarrassed by Beck, Limbaugh and the Tea Partyers. Quoting, of course, David Brooks, Bob Michel, people like that. As if the national GOP was leading anybody anywhere. Funny how the folks in Washington always think they're calling the shots for the rest of us.


As a new Rasmussen poll shows today (73% of GOP voters say their reps in Congress don't represent the base), it's the grass-roots that are driving the train now. They're as sick of the Republicans as they are of the Democrats. If the Republicans want to get elected, they need to get on board. Not vice versa.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Happiness Did Not Write The White Album

Some thoughts on the Beatles after listening to the mono box all the way through. Pardon me if I state the obvious, but just let me spit it out.


There are really two Beatles: John's Beatles, up through and including Revolver (although Rubber Soul and Revolver are really transitional albums as John gets more and more out of it on drugs), and Paul's Beatles from Sgt. Pepper's to The End (literally).


Paul and, to only a slightly lesser extent, George Martin were always the motor of the Beatles. But John, even as he slipped into a heroin daze during the White Album, was still capable of moments of genius. It's essential to note, however, that it was Paul who, more often than not, elevated John's simple (but brilliant, don't misunderstand me) songwriting with his arrangements and instrumental prowess. It's also important to note that Paul got better and better at his craft over the course of the Beatles; John didn't.


If you don't believe me, look at their solo careers. John's solo material is always very straight-forward guitar-based stuff, very similar arrangements throughout, and, to be honest, pretty bland as he moved through the '70s. While I like his contributions to the Double Fantasy record, I don't think anyone would say that it was particularly challenging. The critical establishment would have beaten McCartney to death if he had come out with "Beautiful Boy." In short, there was no Paul around to say, Hey, let me throw on this guitar solo or let's do the drums this way or how about running some backwards tape loops through the mix.


Not that Paul's solo material was blemish-free. No one is going to put "Morse Moose and the Grey Goose" on their Top 10 list (no one who's not institutionalized, that is), and we all can cite others. But then as the French essayist Henry de Montherlant famously said, "Happiness writes white." (In the interest of full disclosure, I knew the quote but had to Google the source of it.) Other than Linda, though, he always played with top musicians and had something interesting to say arrangement-wise. He didn't force his wife to center-stage either. (Bet no one rushed out to pick up Yoko's new CD.) We Macca fans also know that his lyrics are much better than the music press used to give him credit for.


But lest this come off as my usual slavish pro-McCartney harangue, let me ask you this: Can you imagine how powerful the Beatles would have been if John had been as with it and as competitive with Paul in 1968 and '69 as he was in, say, 1964? Maybe it's pointless to try to improve on the original. Still one can't help but wonder. ...

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Was Bush right about Iraq?

Interesting front-page story in The New York Times today about how Iraqis are reaching across religious lines for the first time to promote secular political parties in the upcoming elections.


So let me see if I have this straight: Saddam Hussein is gone, the biggest irritant in the Middle East, and six years later, we have free democratic elections involving secular parties in the heart of the world's most troubled region. Most of that trouble is due to factions of Islam that we have been told forever could never be reconciled. If those elections are successful, which seems highly likely, reform-minded Iranians are sure to take note and be even further emboldened, as will be reformers in other countries in the region.


Several thousand Americans died in the process, which is certainly heartbreaking for the families involved, but that's a calculated risk when you sign up for the military. Particularly in the wake of 9/11. The total number of casualties, meanwhile, is lower than virtually any other military action in U.S. history, and the payoff is that the Middle East has been forced into the 21st Century.


I won't hold my breath waiting for the flood of articles reassessing Bush's decision to invade Iraq.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Mono Masters from the '60s

On 9/9/09, Apple is releasing the mono masters of the Beatles studio albums. A good friend asked me why I intended to buy them instead of the stereo remasters which most people will want. Mono vs. stereo, why indeed?


Most popular albums through roughly the end of 1967, especially in the U.K., were mono mixes. The stereo mixes were an afterthought because stereo systems were still a luxury and not commonplace in most homes. And, of course, there was the AM radio factor. Many UK stereo mixes of that era were horrible things with voices on one side and instruments on the other, very disconcerting to say the least.


U.S. stereo mixes were generally better even when they took a mono mix and tarted it up. The early Beatles albums in the U.S. come most notably to mind. However, beware of any record that says it is "electronically reprocessed for stereo."


So for every Beatles record up through and including Pepper and other classics like the first Buffalo Springfield album, the mono mix is the one the band was associated with and signed off on. The stereo version was thrown together in an afternoon. Check Mark Lewisohn's "The Beatles Recording Sessions," and you'll see that was the case. I also highly recommend Geoff Emerick's book, "Here, There and Everywhere," to get the chief recording engineer's perspective on the Beatles' sessions: It's the first new Beatles book in years that is worth reading - from the only person other than the lads themselves and George Martin who was actually in the room. Not counting Neil and Mal, of course, who weren't part of the recording process.


Those mono mixes are much richer and feature much more sophisticated instrument placement than many people realize. That said, there were some excellent stereo recordings coming out in the period, especially from the majors like Columbia and RCA. The Byrds and Airplane LPs sound great in stereo to this listener. But the first Spencer Davis album sounds much better in mono. Same goes for the early Animals and Hollies records. The Beach Boys albums through the end of the '60s should only be listened to in mono, although they've done good work on them in recent years. Even a record like the Buckinghams' first for Columbia with Don't You Care and Mercy Mercy Mercy is a joyful surprise in mono.


Anyway, yes, there are some major differences between the Beatles stereo and mono mixes. Ringo doesn't bark, "I got blisters on my fingers" on the mono mix, for example. The mono Pepper sounds noticeably different on several songs in terms of background vocals, extended laughter on Within You Without You, extra drum pattern in the Reprise, stuff a Beatles nut would notice because he/she knows the songs so well. But, that said, the stereo mixes IN THE U.S. were quite well done and are the ones most of us have known for 40 or more years.


So are the mono mixes worth buying? I have most of the early Beatles albums in mono already because I just had a cheap little non-stereo player at that early age, but, of course, I've picked up the stereo versions since then, both US and UK. But for me the mono mixes represent the records that the Beatles worked on themselves for release: That's the way they heard them in final fashion when they walked out of the studio. They're the first editions, if you will, as released to the British public. So I want them for that reason, if no other. I'm sure the forthcoming stereo remasters a la the Love CD will be spectacular, and I'm sure I'll ultimately buy them. But for now, closet Luddite that I am, I want to hear the Beatles in glorious EMI / Abbey Road mono.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Paul Plays D.C.

Set list - Saturday, August 1, 2009


1. Drive My Car
2. Jet
3. Only Mama Knows
4. Flaming Pie
5. Got To Get You Into My Life
6. Let Me Roll It / Foxy Lady
7. Highway (from Electric Arguments)
8. The Long And Winding Road
9. My Love
10. Blackbird
11. Here Today
12. Dance Tonight
13. Calico Skies
14. Michelle - dedicated to the First Lady
15. Mrs. Vanderbilt
16. Eleanor Rigby
17. Sing The Changes (from Electric Arguments)
18. Band On The Run
19. Back in the USSR
20. I'm Down
21. Something
22. I've Got A Feeling
23. Paperback Writer
24. A Day in the Life / Give Peace A Chance
25. Let It Be
26. Live and Let Die
27. Hey Jude

1st encore
28. Day Tripper
29. Lady Madonna
30. I Saw Her Standing There

2nd encore
31. Yesterday
32. Helter Skelter
33. Get Back
34. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (reprise) / The End



Beautiful evening, packed house, our 20-year-old daughter Molly was there, too. She went with a friend who got $50 nosebleed seats and said afterwards it was "the most fantastic show I've ever seen." Her friend agreed; they were as much or more enthusiastic as Marian and me.


20 to 30 minutes of a Macca mix from Twin Freaks and more before the show, driving techno sound with vocal lines surging out of the mix from Temporary Secretary, Silly Love Songs, Live and Let Die and Say Say Say (with the late King of Pop). The stage was framed by two long thin video screens - tall and narrow. When the mix kicked on, a film of Beatles/Wings/Macca memorabilia began running on the screen, moving from bottom to top - some live video - but mostly stuff like old scenic postcards from Liverpool, famous photos, Beatles buttons.


The show was relentless from the start, began a little after nine and lasted until midnight. He started off wearing a gray uniform Nehru jacket but stripped it off three or four songs in, saying, "OK, that's the wardrobe change." Rest of the show he had on a white shirt and dark pants, with thin red suspenders. We were cool, but the stage was obviously hot. His shirt was pretty soaked after only a few songs.

The playlist speaks for itself. Some very nice additions - Day Tripper was stunning, Mrs. Vanderbilt with its "ho-hey-ho" chorus had the stadium rocking, Sing The Changes is really exhilirating - and propulsive - in a way that doesn't come across on The Fireman album. And to hear Paul McCartney LIVE singing, "Woke up, gotta out of bed, dragged a comb across my head" was worth the price of admission alone. Then we all got to sing Give Peace A Chance. Good acoustics, clean sound, but I definitely had "cotton" in my ears when we left.



The band seemed a lot "rockier" to me than in the past. Marian commented on the same thing. There was a harder edge to a lot of the songs (e.g, the Foxy Lady coda and a similar sped-up extension to I've Got A Feeling). Paul didn't seem to play piano as much as in the previous two shows we've seen, although he certianly did a number of piano songs. That may be my imagination, but it just seemed the band was more guitar-driven. Abe Laboriel, Jr., the drummer, is phenomenal, a real powerhouse in the traditional straight-ahead boom-boom sense.


Paul's voice was unbelievable. It could be that the abbreviated concert schedule with longer time off in between is intended to help his voice. Anyway, it seemed even better to me than in 2002. I was looking for the band to help him more with the vocals a la the Wondermints with Brian Wilson since I had suspected that The Fireman LP was a way to surround his weakening voice with a busier mix. But I was wrong: His voice was strong. Marian said he was showing it off, in fact. He was hitting high notes and woo-oos all evening. And for most of the numbers he was out front singing lead full bore with the band just singing counter lines and adding a little emphasis on the choruses. "Long and Winding Road" was a little deeper than we remember it, but the rest of them were almost miraculous. I'm Down AND Helter Skelter: The boy doesn't make it easy for himself.


He kept up good chatter with the audience and reminded us that the Beatles played their first concert in America here in Washington 45 YEARS AGO. After doing Here Today with its remember-John intro, he said, "And now to lift the mood from the nearly suicidal ..." and launched into Dance Tonight, playing mandolin, of course. He started Something on ukulele, but then when Rusty went into the guitar break, it became a big electric number. In 2002, it was a solo number, all on ukulele.


All in all, a peak night for Macca from this fan's perspective.


You can see photos and other perspectives here - http://www.macca-central.com/macca-news/morenews.php?id=3075


Monday, July 6, 2009

Goodbye, Old Friend

I received the news today, oh boy. The transmission is shot on my 2001 Mercury Cougar. Damn, I love that car. But at 142,000 miles, it has given up the ghost. God bless you, little brother, you've served me well. Not the least of which was the seven-hour return trip from the wilds of western New York this past weekend, even as the transmission was failing. We made it home but just barely.

Unfortunately, I'm told I don't qualify for the latest congressional boondoggle known as the "Cash for Clunkers" program. I was hoping to get some of my hard-earned tax money back as a down payment, but my trade-in has too many miles on it. No bailout for this taxpayer.

It's funny how we come to love inanimate objects like a car. Many people give them pet names (that's one I don't indulge in), and most of us feel genuine emotion at the time of parting. Except, perhaps, if you're stepping up to the luxury car of your dreams.

Anyway, it looks like I'll never be sailing along again in high-speed splendor, moon roof open, CD player wailing, in that cherry red baby of mine. Now the Cougar joins the long list of cars that have come before it, and it's between the Lord and Ford what I'll drive next.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Something Better Beginning

I'm looking forward with great anticipation to Ray Davies' new album, "The Kinks Choral Collection." Yes, the '60s most uniquely English artist is entering Benjamin Britten territory.

Is this Paul McCartney writing new classical works or Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull or Gary Brooker of Procol Harum wrapping an orchestra around the band's greatest hits? I'm banking on something more. After all, Ray Davies is not like everybody else.

Davies' fans were ecstatic in 2006 when he emerged with his first real solo album, "Other People's Lives." The accompanying tour was a thing of joy. But Davies for several years has had a fixation on getting to the soul of America, as he has done so masterfully with Great Britain. The problem is that Ray's a limey, and only Americans really understand America. Just as only Englishmen understand England. It's like expecting Dickens to write the ultimate American novel and Hemingway to reciprocate with the classic work of English fiction. Ain't gonna happen.

Now Davies is back home, working with the Crouch End Festival Chorus. Somehow I don't think it's just a dodge to capitalize on some old hits. We'll see. Is this the start of another heartbreaker or. ...?


Wednesday, May 20, 2009

No comparison

So let me see if I have this straight: Congress in its infinite wisdom now says someone under 21 needs permission from a parent to get a credit card, but parental consent is not necessary if someone under 21 wants to get an abortion.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

How We Listen

This article comes highly recommended. Not because it's about the Grateful Dead (a band I respect, although I'm far from a Dead Head.) But don't let the subject scare you off either.

This is a fascinating look by Ben Ratliff at the layers of listening to any longtime band or artist. Or perhaps I should say the layers of how each of us listens to those artists.



Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Just buy the paper!

Come on, people, does the government have to do everything for you? Now 37% of Americans say they support the government putting taxpayer money into failing newspapers to keep them going.

If that 37% would just buy a daily subscription to their local paper, the newspaper crisis would be over.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Begging for dollars

God knows I love newspapers. Printed-on-paper newspapers. Dead-tree media, whatever you want to call them. But my former colleague Ken McIntyre is absolutely right about Senator Ben Cardin's newspaper bailout bill. It's amazing what things those folks in Washington can think up to spend other people's money on. I wonder if Cardin, not a poor man himself, is heavily investing in newspaper stocks to help the beleaguered industry right itself in the time-honored free market fashion. Bets, anyone?

I'm reminded of the quotation attributed to Margaret Thatcher: “The problem with socialism is that eventually you run out of other people’s money.” Whether the Great Lady said it or not, it's an apt sentiment.

As a Marylander though, I suppose I should be grateful for the sighting of Cardin. In the tradition of ex-Senator Paul Sarbanes, he's largely disappeared from view since the state Democratic machine awarded him a seat in the Senate (elections are merely a formality in our one-party state). Let me make it quite clear, however, that rumors of a milk carton with Cardin's picture on it are categorically not true. You can be sure he'll resurface anyway around election time for his rubber-stamped second term in the Senate. Link

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Physician, heal thyself

So Senator Patrick Leahy, Democrat of Nutopia, wants to create a Truth Commission to investigate the Bush Administration.

How about a Truth Commission to investigate the multiple leaks Leahy made to The Washington Post and others as the vice chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee during the Reagan years? This guy never met a secret he didn't want to betray in the name of political expediency and may well have cost the life of at least one covert agent because of his sneaky political ways. But you can be sure "Leahy the Leaker" has some self-righteous explanation for his behavior.

Ah, how quickly we forget, which is exactly what Leahy and his kind count on.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

So thoughtful

What a relief to hear that the incoming Obama Administration and its confederates in the Democratic-controlled Congress have decided to throw some tax cuts into the massive economic "recovery" plan that's headed our way. With everyone and his brother seeking a bailout now (gee, we didn't see that coming -- free money, anyone?), it's nice that a few crumbs are included for the people who are paying for all these handouts. Remember, too, that a tax "cut" is merely the government letting you keep more of your own money.

And what's the price tag for the federal government's plan to "rescue" us?  I love this sentence from the New York Times today -- "(Senate Majority Leader Harry) Reid was talking about a bill of $800 billion to $1.2 trillion, while Mr. Obama's advisers estimated legislation at no more than $775 billion." Sounds like we'll need Senator Franken in there to break the tie.

Don't worry, though, it's not like the federal government is going to run out of money because the Fed chairman has promised us he'll print all we need.

So let me see if I have this straight: The government creates the problem (choose the culprit depending on your political persuasion - lack of regulation of fat cat contributors or loans for would-be voters who couldn't possibly repay them), and now that same government is going to bail us out. Only in brain-dead America.