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		<title>My Trip to the Rainbow Planet</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2013 21:10:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Azerrad</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div class="format_text entry-content" webReader="131.06208373"><div id="attachment_202" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px" webReader="8"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Marino_004.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-202" title="Marino_004" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Marino_004-300x181.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="181" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">The first time I ever met Paul Revere and The Raiders as they surprised us at Tiger Beat offices February 1966. I’m getting a Fang hug on the left.</p></div><p>I am often asked by readers of my blog, “Have you kept in touch with any of the faves you wrote about back in the 60’s and 70’s?” Until recently my answer would have been “no.” Once I left Hollywood in 1972, I never returned and led what I can only describe as a “normal” life. Marriage, family, work, but not in journalism. Why I left Tiger Beat and Hollywood we’ll save for another time.</p><p>I didn’t really use my writing skills other than to write the dreaded-by-some, loved-by-some family Christmas newsletter. When my sons were in high school I turned the school’s 1-page monthly newsletter from the Parents’ Association into a 16-page monthly “magazine” with about 50 photos in each issue along with articles about all the activities in the classes in the school which was Pre-K through 12.</p><p>In doing so I totally embraced the first computers that came out. I would not embrace the internet while it was still dial-up. The wait was unbearable. The minute we had high-speed internet via cable I was an instant fan. It took me until a couple of years ago to get into Facebook. I had no idea where that would lead until I began getting in touch with long time friends from high school days, long time friends from Tiger Beat days, and then some of my fave friends, like Jim “Harpo” Valley and Phil “Fang” Volk from Paul Revere and The Raiders.</p><div id="attachment_207" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 226px" webReader="7"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Harpo-Ann-Action.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-207" title="Harpo Ann Action" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Harpo-Ann-Action.jpg" alt="" width="216" height="193" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Doing an interview with Harpo on the set of “Where The Action Is.”</p></div><p>Jim was only a Raider for a about a year, but we became good friends during that time. We first met in February when the Raiders made a surprise visit to Tiger Beat to celebrate the magazine’s one year anniversary. I had only been working there for one month. The first issue was actually published in September 1965, but the editors wanted this piece “in the can” and ready to publish for the September 1966 anniversary edition.</p><p>The Raiders were hugely popular in Tiger Beat and from the moment we met, I began making regular trips to the TV</p><div id="attachment_205" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 218px" webReader="-21"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Harpoann101.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-205" title="Harpoann10" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Harpoann101-208x300.jpg" alt="" width="208" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Harpo and me on the set of “Where The Action Is,” summer of 1966. After this photo was taken we were off for a great ride!</p></div><p>show “Where The Action Is.” “Where The Action Is” debuted in June 1965, but I never saw the shows back then because I was either in my college classes or working at Disneyland during the summer. It ran five days a week on ABC-TV and the Raiders along with the “Action Kids” were an afternoon must-see for teens and pre-teens across the country. Once I met the Raiders I made regular visits to the Action sets, which were filmed in locations from Malibu beach to the Los Angeles Zoo. I would always have my tape recorder and camera with me and in their down time I did many interviews which became stories in TB, but it also allowed me to really become friends. I was closest to Jim (who had the most loving heart and soul) and Phil “Fang” Volk. Mark, Smitty and Paul were available if I requested an interview. Jim and Phil were about my age and we just hit it off as friends whenever there was down time.</p><p>I got to know them even better when I arranged to do an exclusive for Tiger Beat “On Tour with Paul Revere and The Raiders and Dino, Desi and Billy.” I flew in to Baltimore and then traveled by bus with the groups to performances in Jacksonville, Orlando, Tampa, and Miami. I had only been working for Tiger Beat for 8 months and I was on tour with the hottest groups of the day. I didn’t get much sleep that week because after each show we would find a local club and all the guys would “jam” with the local musicians until late in the morning, then we’d get a couple hours sleep and get up and climb on the bus for the next stop on the tour. The bus is where we got most of our shut eye.</p><p>In November I was fortunate to tour with them again for five days through the Southern states and their opening act was The Standells. It was on this trip I recorded hours and hours with Paul telling me the “Whole True Story of Paul Revere and The Raiders.” It was quite a story and ran as a 3-part series in TB.</p><p>So it’s 2012 and I’ve gotten the “hang” of Facebook. As Facebook works, a friend of mine (from the 60’s in Hollywood) was friends with Jim on Facebook and Jim sent me friend request. I couldn’t believe it! We started emailing like crazy and I got to hear all about his life after the Raiders. When my friend Teri came to visit me recently so we could catch up on the last (I’m not telling how many!) years, we video Skyped Jim and he played his piano and sang us a handful of songs we’d never heard before and then we got a tour of his house which holds many of his treasures from his travels around the world. Isn’t technology awesome? It felt like no time had passed at all.</p><div id="attachment_209" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px" webReader="9"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/IMG_7105-11.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-209" title="IMG_7105 (1)" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/IMG_7105-11-300x173.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="173" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Here’s Jimmy performing before an enthusiastic class at an International School in Ulm, Germany a few weeks ago!</p></div><p>The most fascinating part to me about Jimmy’s post-Raider career was when he turned to a new passion called Rainbow Planet. For the past thirty years, Jim has devoted himself to creative writing, songwriting, imagination, building self-esteem, appreciating diversity, anti-bullying via original CDs, a DVD and appearances at schools around the world spreading his message of love and peace and caring for our environment.</p><p>You can see his incredible magic world at his website <a href="http://www.rainbowplanet.com/">www.rainbowplanet.com</a> and hear the whole story of how it came to life, click on Jim-Bio-The Story of Rainbow Planet. Jim has written original songs for the children he was performing for, and on some songs the children wrote the lyrics and when I first listened to the songs I was just amazed at the works of art Jimmy turned them into, setting the kids lyrics to music. He brings all the energy of a Raider performance to his shows for the kids and gets all the kids and the teachers involved in every song! When I watched his DVD, I wanted to get up and move, which is what he intended to happen!</p><p>I am so proud of my rockstar friend, Jimmy, and so very happy to be reunited with the wonderful person I met so many years ago.</p><p>Good times. . .Ann Moses reporting about “back in the day.” <em>And today!</em></p></div> <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2013/02/my-trip-to-the-rainbow-planet/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>I am often asked by readers of my blog, “Have you kept in touch with any of the faves you wrote about back in the 60’s and 70’s?” Until recently my answer would have been “no.” Once I left Hollywood in 1972, I never returned and led what I can only describe as a “normal” life. Marriage, family, work, but not in journalism. Why I left Tiger Beat and Hollywood we’ll save for another time.</p>
<p>I didn’t really use my writing skills other than to write the dreaded-by-some, loved-by-some family Christmas newsletter. When my sons were in high school I turned the school’s 1-page monthly newsletter from the Parents’ Association into a 16-page monthly “magazine” with about 50 photos in each issue along with articles about all the activities in the classes in the school which was Pre-K through 12.</p>
<p>In doing so I totally embraced the first computers that came out. I would not embrace the internet while it was still dial-up. The wait was unbearable. The minute we had high-speed internet via cable I was an instant fan. It took me until a couple of years ago to get into Facebook. I had no idea where that would lead until I began getting in touch with long time friends from high school days, long time friends from Tiger Beat days, and then some of my fave friends, like Jim “Harpo” Valley and Phil “Fang” Volk from Paul Revere and The Raiders.</p>
<div id="attachment_207" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 226px" webReader="7"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Harpo-Ann-Action.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-207" title="Harpo Ann Action" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Harpo-Ann-Action.jpg" alt="" width="216" height="193" /></a>
<p class="wp-caption-text">Doing an interview with Harpo on the set of “Where The Action Is.”</p>
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<p>Jim was only a Raider for a about a year, but we became good friends during that time. We first met in February when the Raiders made a surprise visit to Tiger Beat to celebrate the magazine’s one year anniversary. I had only been working there for one month. The first issue was actually published in September 1965, but the editors wanted this piece “in the can” and ready to publish for the September 1966 anniversary edition.</p>
<p>The Raiders were hugely popular in Tiger Beat and from the moment we met, I began making regular trips to the TV</p>
<div id="attachment_205" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 218px" webReader="-21"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Harpoann101.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-205" title="Harpoann10" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Harpoann101-208x300.jpg" alt="" width="208" height="300" /></a>
<p class="wp-caption-text">Harpo and me on the set of “Where The Action Is,” summer of 1966. After this photo was taken we were off for a great ride!</p>
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<p>show “Where The Action Is.” “Where The Action Is” debuted in June 1965, but I never saw the shows back then because I was either in my college classes or working at Disneyland during the summer. It ran five days a week on ABC-TV and the Raiders along with the “Action Kids” were an afternoon must-see for teens and pre-teens across the country. Once I met the Raiders I made regular visits to the Action sets, which were filmed in locations from Malibu beach to the Los Angeles Zoo. I would always have my tape recorder and camera with me and in their down time I did many interviews which became stories in TB, but it also allowed me to really become friends. I was closest to Jim (who had the most loving heart and soul) and Phil “Fang” Volk. Mark, Smitty and Paul were available if I requested an interview. Jim and Phil were about my age and we just hit it off as friends whenever there was down time.</p>
<p>I got to know them even better when I arranged to do an exclusive for Tiger Beat “On Tour with Paul Revere and The Raiders and Dino, Desi and Billy.” I flew in to Baltimore and then traveled by bus with the groups to performances in Jacksonville, Orlando, Tampa, and Miami. I had only been working for Tiger Beat for 8 months and I was on tour with the hottest groups of the day. I didn’t get much sleep that week because after each show we would find a local club and all the guys would “jam” with the local musicians until late in the morning, then we’d get a couple hours sleep and get up and climb on the bus for the next stop on the tour. The bus is where we got most of our shut eye.</p>
<p>In November I was fortunate to tour with them again for five days through the Southern states and their opening act was The Standells. It was on this trip I recorded hours and hours with Paul telling me the “Whole True Story of Paul Revere and The Raiders.” It was quite a story and ran as a 3-part series in TB.</p>
<p>So it’s 2012 and I’ve gotten the “hang” of Facebook. As Facebook works, a friend of mine (from the 60’s in Hollywood) was friends with Jim on Facebook and Jim sent me friend request. I couldn’t believe it! We started emailing like crazy and I got to hear all about his life after the Raiders. When my friend Teri came to visit me recently so we could catch up on the last (I’m not telling how many!) years, we video Skyped Jim and he played his piano and sang us a handful of songs we’d never heard before and then we got a tour of his house which holds many of his treasures from his travels around the world. Isn’t technology awesome? It felt like no time had passed at all.</p>
<div id="attachment_209" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px" webReader="9"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/IMG_7105-11.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-209" title="IMG_7105 (1)" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/IMG_7105-11-300x173.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="173" /></a>
<p class="wp-caption-text">Here’s Jimmy performing before an enthusiastic class at an International School in Ulm, Germany a few weeks ago!</p>
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<p>The most fascinating part to me about Jimmy’s post-Raider career was when he turned to a new passion called Rainbow Planet. For the past thirty years, Jim has devoted himself to creative writing, songwriting, imagination, building self-esteem, appreciating diversity, anti-bullying via original CDs, a DVD and appearances at schools around the world spreading his message of love and peace and caring for our environment.</p>
<p>You can see his incredible magic world at his website <a href="http://www.rainbowplanet.com/">www.rainbowplanet.com</a> and hear the whole story of how it came to life, click on Jim-Bio-The Story of Rainbow Planet. Jim has written original songs for the children he was performing for, and on some songs the children wrote the lyrics and when I first listened to the songs I was just amazed at the works of art Jimmy turned them into, setting the kids lyrics to music. He brings all the energy of a Raider performance to his shows for the kids and gets all the kids and the teachers involved in every song! When I watched his DVD, I wanted to get up and move, which is what he intended to happen!</p>
<p>I am so proud of my rockstar friend, Jimmy, and so very happy to be reunited with the wonderful person I met so many years ago.</p>
<p>Good times. . .Ann Moses reporting about “back in the day.” <em>And today!</em></p>
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<p>More here - </p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://annmoses.com/my-trip-to-the-rainbow-planet/" title="My Trip to the Rainbow Planet">My Trip to the Rainbow Planet</a></p>
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		<title>Yes, I was in an Elvis Movie!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2012 12:53:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Azerrad</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div class="format_text entry-content" webReader="222.5"><p>The first question whenever I tell someone I was in an Elvis movie is “which one?” And my answer is usually “Not one of his ‘corny’ movies like ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’ or ‘Speedway.’”</p><p>I was never a bikini-clad teenager dancing the Watusi to a lame Elvis musical number. I was not an extra in the stands as he sped around the racetrack as a race car driver. I was in the movie that most people say, “I’ve never heard of it.”</p><div id="attachment_169" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 177px" webReader="7"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Elvis-TTWII.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-169" title="Elvis TTWII" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Elvis-TTWII-167x300.jpg" alt="" width="167" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">VHS version released in 1988 of the original MGM Movie.</p></div><p>I was in <em>Elvis: That’s the Way It Is</em>, a documentary movie directed by Denis Sanders about Elvis Presley that was released on November 11, 1970. The film documents Elvis’ Summer Festival in Las Vegas during August 1970. It was his first non-dramatic film since the beginning of his movie career in 1956, and the film gives a clear view of Elvis’ return to live performances after years of making movies.</p><p>Although the majority of the footage takes place onstage at the International Hotel in Las Vegas, there are several other parts to the film:</p><p>The opening credits sequence contains footage of Elvis’ show at Arizona Veterans Memorial Coliseum in Phoenix on September 9, 1970. This was the first show of Elvis’ first tour in 13 years.</p><p>Elvis and his band are seen rehearsing for the Las Vegas engagement at MGM Studios in Culver City, California.</p><p>Later rehearsals show Elvis in Las Vegas with his back-up vocalists The Sweet Inspirations, Millie Kirkham and The Imperials Quartet.</p><p>Footage of an Elvis Appreciation Society convention in Luxembourg was shot on September 5, 1970. Radio Luxembourg DJs Tony Prince and Peter Aldersley are on hand to lead the festivities. A tandem bicycle owned by Elvis was raffled off to a lucky fan in the audience. Additionally, various musicians are seen performing their own versions of Elvis’ songs.</p><p>What’s not mentioned in the above Wikipedia information is that the movie had interviews with an assortment of “fans,” interviewed and seen throughout this movie in small segments?</p><p>I had been writing about Elvis for a couple of years. He was not too popular with the readers of Tiger Beat, but since Elvis never, ever appeared in Europe or the UK, he had an enormous fan following there. I was the Hollywood Correspondent to the New Musical Express pop music newspaper published in the UK, any and all information about Elvis was devoured by the readers.</p><p>I was often hounded by the Public Relations director of RCA records, Greylon Landon, to publicize Elvis’ latest movie (and the corresponding soundtrack album on RCA) and I would do this as a favor to him, because I could sell my Elvis stories to the NME. I also had two friends from high school, Tony and Don, who were complete Elvis “nuts.” That’s a fan to the 100th degree. So Greylon would send me premier tickets to new Elvis movies and I would pass them along to Tony and Don.</p><p>But in the summer of 1968, Greylon called and told me he had something really special. It was not to be publicized in advance, but he brought two tickets over to my office for the “Elvis starring Elvis Presley” TV show taping. He let me know this was a small group of people invited to view the taping of this TV special. This time I was not giving the tickets away. I did invite my friend Tony, as Don was out of state on vacation with his parents. It would have been a difficult choice if they both had been in California on that night.</p><p>Long story short, I not only enjoyed the TV show taping, but became an instant Elvis “nut” after seeing the new and improved Elvis. He was lean, dressed in black leather and to hear his voice live and up close, I was just overcome with his musical prowess.</p><p>Being witness to what would become known as the Elvis Comeback Special; I wrote many articles for Tiger Beat and</p><div id="attachment_170" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 310px" webReader="-20"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/On-Elvis-Comeback-Spec.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-170" title="On Elvis Comeback Spec" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/On-Elvis-Comeback-Spec-300x192.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="192" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">That’s me to Elvis’ right, superimposed as he sings “Can’t Help Falling In Love,” on his comeback TV special 1968.</p></div><p>the NME. When it came time for Denis Sanders to make his documentary film of Elvis he wanted to include fans in the story. As he told me in a personal interview when I asked him why he wanted to include fans in the documentary, he replied, “Because I feel you don’t have an entertainer without an audience. I feel that they are completely inter-related. Some sense of his effect on his audience is as much a part of the drama as the entertainer himself.</p><p>Then I asked if he had any idea when he began that the fans would be like the ones he put on film. He was candid, “No, I didn’t know anything about Presley fans. I started with two girls and they put me in touch with other girls who had been in fans clubs and then the whole thing snowballed. I didn’t have too much time, I had to function as a detective, follow the leads. I also wanted to get a cross section. I didn’t want to have just girls who were 18 years old. I also wanted everything from teenyboppers to old ladies, men, different nationalities and had to find them. I found you that way. I got in touch with you from a fan that said: ‘Go see Ann Moses, she’s a fan.’”</p><p>When Denis first contacted me I was thrilled when he said he wanted to interview me for the film, but it was so much more than that! He said I would be a guest of MGM for Elvis’ show where they would be filming! An offer I couldn’t refuse. What few realize, though, is while I was so involved and so comfortable in the world of celebrities and Hollywood, I would get nauseous whenever I would have to speak on camera or make a live appearance. I always preferred being on the back side of the camera!</p><p>That said, I made my way to Vegas in August of 1970, I was more than excited. But it got better and better. As I gave my name to the Maitre de of the International Showroom, he led me and my party of four down to the table that was one table to the right of center stage and we had the front four seats. Of course, I was not shy about sitting in the first seat closest to the stage</p><p>It was a complete joy to see Elvis live again (as I had been present at his first live appearance in 10 years on July 31, 1969 for his opening show at the International), but I was well aware that the hand-held cameras were recording Elvis and the “fans” that would be a part of the documentary.</p><p>It was later in the month that Denis came to my Tiger Beat office and interviewed me with cameras rolling for my “interview” portion that appears in the film. I sat at my office desk and answered his questions nervously, and then they shot cover footage of me walking down the hall and talking with my Art Editor.</p><p>It’s difficult to find the original VHS version of the movie, as it was re-cut in 2001 and I and the other fans ended on the cutting room floor of the new version and more performance footage was added.</p><p>What did end up in the original version of the movie was the interview in my office, and me watching Elvis from my stage side seat. Denis asked me about my job and I told him about my responsibilities as Editor of Tiger Beat. He asked, “What is an Elvis fan?”</p><div id="attachment_171" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 209px" webReader="9"><a href="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Ann-in-Elvis-TTWII.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-171" title="Ann in Elvis TTWII" src="http://annmoses.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Ann-in-Elvis-TTWII.jpg" alt="" width="199" height="147" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">This is a clip from the movie where I am being interviewed in my office at Tiger Beat by Denis Sanders, the movie’s director.</p></div><p>My answer: “It’s so hard to describe what an Elvis fan is. It’s like a phenomenon like falling in love. You can’t describe how it happens, it’s just you’re in love and you know it, and it’s the same with being an Elvis fan.” My final quote in the movie is about seeing all of Elvis’ opening shows and I tell him, “I always go to every opening. I cover them for the New Musical Express in England, but even if I didn’t write for the paper, I know I’d be there. I just couldn’t miss it.”</p><p>These vignettes are spread throughout the movie and there are some great moments with the other fans:</p><p>There’s nerd guy who calls Elvis “The Willie Mayes of entertainment,” and tells Denis “If I don’t like your film I’m going to write you a dirty little letter.”</p><p>Then there’s the church lady who tells us that being an Elvis fan is “more than just following his music, real Elvis fans devote part of their lives to him.”</p><p>I love the 50ish grey haired woman and her 80ish white haired mother. Mother says she likes Elvis, “because he’s a religious boy and he respects his parents.” And the daughter tells us, “He puts so much into a show. Mother likes lots of action. She doesn’t like it when they shoot him from the waist up. She likes to see him move and I admit I do too. He sets my Phi Beta Kappa key a janglin’.”</p><p>My greatest thrill came when Denis invited me and some of my friends to a private screening at MGM studios. I had never seen myself on the big screen before and I thought he had done a magnificent job on the documentary. He showed us an Elvis we had never seen before.</p><p>And after previewing the movie for us, he showed us some outtakes, one which I will never forget: Elvis bending over to kiss the women in the front row, as he was singing “Love Me Tender.” The best shot of all was when Elvis kissed <em>me</em>. That shot did not make it into the movie, but the kiss and seeing it on the big screen is etched in my memory forever!</p><p>Good times. . .Ann Moses reporting about “back in the day.”</p></div> <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2012/11/yes-i-was-in-an-elvis-movie/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>The first question whenever I tell someone I was in an Elvis movie is “which one?” And my answer is usually “Not one of his ‘corny’ movies like ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’ or ‘Speedway.’”</p>
<p>I was never a bikini-clad teenager dancing the Watusi to a lame Elvis musical number. I was not an extra in the stands as he sped around the racetrack as a race car driver. I was in the movie that most people say, “I’ve never heard of it.”</p>
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<p class="wp-caption-text">VHS version released in 1988 of the original MGM Movie.</p>
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<p>I was in <em>Elvis: That’s the Way It Is</em>, a documentary movie directed by Denis Sanders about Elvis Presley that was released on November 11, 1970. The film documents Elvis’ Summer Festival in Las Vegas during August 1970. It was his first non-dramatic film since the beginning of his movie career in 1956, and the film gives a clear view of Elvis’ return to live performances after years of making movies.</p>
<p>Although the majority of the footage takes place onstage at the International Hotel in Las Vegas, there are several other parts to the film:</p>
<p>The opening credits sequence contains footage of Elvis’ show at Arizona Veterans Memorial Coliseum in Phoenix on September 9, 1970. This was the first show of Elvis’ first tour in 13 years.</p>
<p>Elvis and his band are seen rehearsing for the Las Vegas engagement at MGM Studios in Culver City, California.</p>
<p>Later rehearsals show Elvis in Las Vegas with his back-up vocalists The Sweet Inspirations, Millie Kirkham and The Imperials Quartet.</p>
<p>Footage of an Elvis Appreciation Society convention in Luxembourg was shot on September 5, 1970. Radio Luxembourg DJs Tony Prince and Peter Aldersley are on hand to lead the festivities. A tandem bicycle owned by Elvis was raffled off to a lucky fan in the audience. Additionally, various musicians are seen performing their own versions of Elvis’ songs.</p>
<p>What’s not mentioned in the above Wikipedia information is that the movie had interviews with an assortment of “fans,” interviewed and seen throughout this movie in small segments?</p>
<p>I had been writing about Elvis for a couple of years. He was not too popular with the readers of Tiger Beat, but since Elvis never, ever appeared in Europe or the UK, he had an enormous fan following there. I was the Hollywood Correspondent to the New Musical Express pop music newspaper published in the UK, any and all information about Elvis was devoured by the readers.</p>
<p>I was often hounded by the Public Relations director of RCA records, Greylon Landon, to publicize Elvis’ latest movie (and the corresponding soundtrack album on RCA) and I would do this as a favor to him, because I could sell my Elvis stories to the NME. I also had two friends from high school, Tony and Don, who were complete Elvis “nuts.” That’s a fan to the 100th degree. So Greylon would send me premier tickets to new Elvis movies and I would pass them along to Tony and Don.</p>
<p>But in the summer of 1968, Greylon called and told me he had something really special. It was not to be publicized in advance, but he brought two tickets over to my office for the “Elvis starring Elvis Presley” TV show taping. He let me know this was a small group of people invited to view the taping of this TV special. This time I was not giving the tickets away. I did invite my friend Tony, as Don was out of state on vacation with his parents. It would have been a difficult choice if they both had been in California on that night.</p>
<p>Long story short, I not only enjoyed the TV show taping, but became an instant Elvis “nut” after seeing the new and improved Elvis. He was lean, dressed in black leather and to hear his voice live and up close, I was just overcome with his musical prowess.</p>
<p>Being witness to what would become known as the Elvis Comeback Special; I wrote many articles for Tiger Beat and</p>
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<p class="wp-caption-text">That’s me to Elvis’ right, superimposed as he sings “Can’t Help Falling In Love,” on his comeback TV special 1968.</p>
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<p>the NME. When it came time for Denis Sanders to make his documentary film of Elvis he wanted to include fans in the story. As he told me in a personal interview when I asked him why he wanted to include fans in the documentary, he replied, “Because I feel you don’t have an entertainer without an audience. I feel that they are completely inter-related. Some sense of his effect on his audience is as much a part of the drama as the entertainer himself.</p>
<p>Then I asked if he had any idea when he began that the fans would be like the ones he put on film. He was candid, “No, I didn’t know anything about Presley fans. I started with two girls and they put me in touch with other girls who had been in fans clubs and then the whole thing snowballed. I didn’t have too much time, I had to function as a detective, follow the leads. I also wanted to get a cross section. I didn’t want to have just girls who were 18 years old. I also wanted everything from teenyboppers to old ladies, men, different nationalities and had to find them. I found you that way. I got in touch with you from a fan that said: ‘Go see Ann Moses, she’s a fan.’”</p>
<p>When Denis first contacted me I was thrilled when he said he wanted to interview me for the film, but it was so much more than that! He said I would be a guest of MGM for Elvis’ show where they would be filming! An offer I couldn’t refuse. What few realize, though, is while I was so involved and so comfortable in the world of celebrities and Hollywood, I would get nauseous whenever I would have to speak on camera or make a live appearance. I always preferred being on the back side of the camera!</p>
<p>That said, I made my way to Vegas in August of 1970, I was more than excited. But it got better and better. As I gave my name to the Maitre de of the International Showroom, he led me and my party of four down to the table that was one table to the right of center stage and we had the front four seats. Of course, I was not shy about sitting in the first seat closest to the stage</p>
<p>It was a complete joy to see Elvis live again (as I had been present at his first live appearance in 10 years on July 31, 1969 for his opening show at the International), but I was well aware that the hand-held cameras were recording Elvis and the “fans” that would be a part of the documentary.</p>
<p>It was later in the month that Denis came to my Tiger Beat office and interviewed me with cameras rolling for my “interview” portion that appears in the film. I sat at my office desk and answered his questions nervously, and then they shot cover footage of me walking down the hall and talking with my Art Editor.</p>
<p>It’s difficult to find the original VHS version of the movie, as it was re-cut in 2001 and I and the other fans ended on the cutting room floor of the new version and more performance footage was added.</p>
<p>What did end up in the original version of the movie was the interview in my office, and me watching Elvis from my stage side seat. Denis asked me about my job and I told him about my responsibilities as Editor of Tiger Beat. He asked, “What is an Elvis fan?”</p>
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<p class="wp-caption-text">This is a clip from the movie where I am being interviewed in my office at Tiger Beat by Denis Sanders, the movie’s director.</p>
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<p>My answer: “It’s so hard to describe what an Elvis fan is. It’s like a phenomenon like falling in love. You can’t describe how it happens, it’s just you’re in love and you know it, and it’s the same with being an Elvis fan.” My final quote in the movie is about seeing all of Elvis’ opening shows and I tell him, “I always go to every opening. I cover them for the New Musical Express in England, but even if I didn’t write for the paper, I know I’d be there. I just couldn’t miss it.”</p>
<p>These vignettes are spread throughout the movie and there are some great moments with the other fans:</p>
<p>There’s nerd guy who calls Elvis “The Willie Mayes of entertainment,” and tells Denis “If I don’t like your film I’m going to write you a dirty little letter.”</p>
<p>Then there’s the church lady who tells us that being an Elvis fan is “more than just following his music, real Elvis fans devote part of their lives to him.”</p>
<p>I love the 50ish grey haired woman and her 80ish white haired mother. Mother says she likes Elvis, “because he’s a religious boy and he respects his parents.” And the daughter tells us, “He puts so much into a show. Mother likes lots of action. She doesn’t like it when they shoot him from the waist up. She likes to see him move and I admit I do too. He sets my Phi Beta Kappa key a janglin’.”</p>
<p>My greatest thrill came when Denis invited me and some of my friends to a private screening at MGM studios. I had never seen myself on the big screen before and I thought he had done a magnificent job on the documentary. He showed us an Elvis we had never seen before.</p>
<p>And after previewing the movie for us, he showed us some outtakes, one which I will never forget: Elvis bending over to kiss the women in the front row, as he was singing “Love Me Tender.” The best shot of all was when Elvis kissed <em>me</em>. That shot did not make it into the movie, but the kiss and seeing it on the big screen is etched in my memory forever!</p>
<p>Good times. . .Ann Moses reporting about “back in the day.”</p>
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		<title>The Gimme Shelter You Didn&#8217;t See</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 03:16:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Azerrad</dc:creator>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>Gimme Shelter</em> is generally considered one of the best rock documentaries ever made, perhaps one of the best documentaries on any topic. Turns out a lot of interesting footage wound up on the cutting room floor. We now know this because the recent reissue of the Rolling Stones’ iconic live album <em>Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out</em> includes a 27-minute documentary of the same name, cobbled together from <em>Gimme Shelter</em> outtakes. In one scene in <em>Gimme Shelter</em>, Mick Jagger changes his shirt backstage; what the new film reveals is that Keith Richards and Jimi Hendrix were in the room too, geeking out over Keith’s new see-through guitar. So there’s an important artistic lesson here: You don’t need to put in all the good stuff. (And, as freakishly long as this post is, I did cut out some good stuff.)</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a6ac3b92970b-pi"><img alt="Jimi-Keith" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20120a6ac3b92970b " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a6ac3b92970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As portrayed by the filmmakers (the brothers Albert and David Maysles, and editing director Charlotte Zwerin), <em>Gimme Shelter</em> was about the end of the Stones’ 1969 American tour (and, by accident, the end of the Sixties). The <em>Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out</em> documentary is specifically about the late November 1969 Madison Square Garden concerts that were recorded for the album. As with any Maysles production, nothing comes on a platter; you have to look actively, and if you do that, you will be rewarded, because Albert has a knack for pointing the camera at the most telling thing in the room. <em>Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out</em> is a pretty loose patchwork, but it’s edited into something resembling a shape, and it tells a somewhat different, much more light-hearted story than <em>Gimme Shelter</em>. It’s also got a dandy punchline.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Even more than <em>Gimme Shelter</em>, the performance footage here emphasizes Jagger flapping about the stage like an ecstatic rooster, outfitted like a hippie superhero; the silliness of it is completely overshadowed by the fact that Jagger is vastly more joyous than satanic, exhorting the shaggy audience into ever-higher states of abandon as the band kicks out an ingeniously shambling boogaloo.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Keith Richards gets his star turn too: at Muscle Shoals Studios after the Garden shows, while they were working on <em>Sticky Fingers</em>, he plays a soulful, George Jonesy number on piano. (Like an apparition from the past, the Stones’ former keyboard player and then stalwart roadie Ian Stewart walks behind him as he finishes, and Keith peers back at him, seemingly seeking his approval.)</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e2012875ae917f970c-pi"><img alt="Charlie-donkey 2" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e2012875ae917f970c " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e2012875ae917f970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px" /></a><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Curiously, Bill Wyman and <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1213013/The-Rolling-Stone-whos-stony-broke-Why-Mick-Taylor-lives-rundown-Suffolk-semi-shabby-car.html" target="_blank" title="An article about Mick Taylor's sad fate">Mick Taylor</a><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> are almost completely missing from the film; one has to wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that neither of them are in the band anymore. By contrast, drummer Charlie Watts, who is still in the Stones, gets as much face-time, possibly more, than anybody.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Charlie’s best (and worst) moment is an abortive photo shoot for the album cover on a foggy, deserted stretch of English motorway in winter, somewhere outside of Birmingham, weeks after the tour ended. It’s the same shoot that briefly opens <em>Gimme Shelter</em>, but here we get much more of a sense of what actually went on. Gamely dressed up in medieval garb, Charlie totes guitar cases while astride an adorable donkey. A small photo crew and Mick Jagger look on. “Get rid of the ‘elmet,” Jagger commands. Along for the ride is American journalist Stanley Booth, who would go on to write one of the definitive books about the band and a classic of rock journalism, <em>The True Adventures of the Rolling Stones</em>. It begins raining and they beat a hasty retreat to Mick’s white Bentley. The scene is bleak, pathetic and funny, like something out of Beckett, but it wouldn&#8217;t have worked in the film.</span><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It’s also revealing to note the songs they perform: “I’m Free,” “Under My Thumb,” and “Satisfaction,” all of which didn’t make the album, probably because those early pop songs didn’t quite fit the new, hip-rootsy Stones that <em>Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out</em> sought to portray.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e2012875ae923e970c-pi"><img alt="Mick-Keith unplugged 2" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e2012875ae923e970c " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e2012875ae923e970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Compared to the meticulously choreographed stadium concerts of today, the informality of it all is shocking – check out Charlie screwing around on the drums in the darkness behind Mick and Keith while they do “Prodigal Son” acoustic-style, or the way Keith abruptly stops playing at the top of the final verse, momentarily flustering Mick. Then Mick announces “Spider and the Lady” but then Keith begins playing a different song. “No,” Jagger announces, “we’re going to do something else,” and they kick into “You Gotta Move.” This is in front of 20,000 people, one of whom is Janis Joplin, smiling and bopping in a huge furry white hat. Before the show, Mick Taylor and Keith busily tune their guitars, a mindless task no major rock musician has done in 30 years.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Maysles subtly signal the end of the concert by an exquisite shot of Mick hurling a basket of rose petals out in the crowd, the traditional ending for “Street Fighting Man,” perfectly bearing out Stanley Booth’s description of this very same incident: “Then he sailed the basket of red rose petals high out over the crowd where they hung for a moment. Then they started slowly to descend, floating on the high ringing howl that was rising from the crowd.” (Those words blew me away when I was ten years old and still do.) Then a beautiful accident, as Jagger strides off stage, slo-mo, toward the camera in his Uncle Sam top hat, just as the film in the camera runs out in a hot yellow blaze. Show over.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e2012875ae935e970c-pi"><img alt="Mick golden" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e2012875ae935e970c " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e2012875ae935e970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px" /></a><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; There’s a postscript, a scene at a helipad on a pier on San Francisco Bay. The Grateful Dead are there, cavorting in zonked-out hippie fashion, waiting for an overdue helicopter. Jagger comes sweeping in, surveys the unruly scene. and says with amused disbelief to no one in particular, “What is going on?” He gets the lay of the land from a chuckling and ultra-mellow Jerry Garcia, attired in an outtasite lavender wool poncho, and chats warmly with Ian Stewart. The vibe is sweet and playful.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The chopper won’t arrive until 2:00. &#8220;Right, film people, let’s do something!&#8221; Jagger proclaims.&nbsp; &#8220;We’ve got ten minutes.&#8221;&nbsp; He pulls some hippie chick aside and imperiously directs the cameraman (probably Albert Maysles) to go &#8220;Tighter tighter tighter tighter tighter tighter&#8221; on her face, adorned with a groovy beaded headband and massive square shades. He plants a kiss on her forehead and steps away. Then he orders Charlie, poor, long-suffering Charlie, &#8220;Do the same thing as I did. Kiss the young lady, please.&#8221;<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Watts demurs. &#8220;Love is much more of a deeper thing than that,&#8221; he replies, with mock hauteur, although he clearly kind of means it too. &#8220;It&#8217;s not flippant, to be thrown away on celluloid. No.&#8221;</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Jagger laughs at his disobedient drummer. &#8220;OK,&#8221; he says sheepishly, straight to camera, &#8220;we cut.&#8221;</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And then they headed off to Altamont.</span></span></p>
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		<title>ROBYN HITCHCOCK IN NOWHERE-LAND</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 20:04:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Azerrad</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160;&#160;&#160; It was fitting that a Robyn Hitchcock DVD arrived in the mail the same week as the Monty Python documentary debuted on the IFC channel — I&#8217;d bet a dead parrot that the two share a lot of the &#8230; <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/11/robyn-hitchcock-in-nowhere-land/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> <a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20128756dfcb3970c-pi"><img alt="Hitchcock 1" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20128756dfcb3970c " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20128756dfcb3970c-500wi" /></a><br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It was fitting that a Robyn Hitchcock DVD arrived in the mail the same week as the Monty Python documentary debuted on the IFC channel — I&#8217;d bet a dead parrot that the two share a lot of the same audience.&nbsp; Both Hitchcock and Python cloak a certain degree of self-revelation in a dense, droll smokescreen of Anglocentric absurdism, but to his credit, Hitchcock has occasionally let down his guard, most notably on his 1984 album<em> I Often Dream of Trains</em>.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stark, drumless and acoustic-flavored, its relatively straightforward lyrics a far cry from the obfuscatory non sequiturs that would soon characterize Hitchcock&#8217;s songwriting for years to come, <em>I Often Dream of Trains</em> has become a cult favorite — and on the 25th anniversary of its release, why not indulge in the current vogue for replaying one&#8217;s old albums in concert?&nbsp; Hence the DVD <em>I Often Dream of Trains in New York</em> (out November 10th on <a href="http://yeproc.com/" target="_blank" title="Yep Roc's homepage">Yep Roc</a>).&nbsp; But the concert — bare bones and shot on video — isn&#8217;t the most intriguing part of the disc.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20128756dfb07970c-pi"><img alt="Hitchcock 2" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20128756dfb07970c " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20128756dfb07970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That would be the lone DVD extra, a 12-minute short that Hitchcock made in 1984. &#8220;Beyond Basingstoke&#8221; isn&#8217;t just a low-budget reverie, a hopelessly elliptical home movie by a playfully arty young man, a visual poem about Englishness, or a misty watercolor memory of the way we were; this amateurish little film is an evocative little memoir about creativity.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leading up to <em>I Often Dream of Trains</em>, Hitchock&#8217;s life and career were between stations. He&#8217;d left his old band the Soft Boys but his bid for some sort of stardom, 1982&#8242;s <em>Groovy Decay</em>, flopped aesthetically and commercially.&nbsp; Now 30, Hitchcock felt alienated from both the severe post-punk musical landscape and the huge, glossy &#8217;80s mainstream sound.&nbsp; And it was just a grim time, politically and culturally.&nbsp; &#8220;[The 1980s] were a baleful future that we refugees from the 1960s were marooned in,&#8221; Hitchcock once said.&nbsp; &#8220;I never thought I&#8217;d get out alive, from Reagan, Thatcher and shoulder pads.&#8221;&nbsp; He was surviving by writing lyrics for former Damned bassist Captain Sensible — an amusing gig, but not what Hitchcock wanted to do with his life.&nbsp; Hitchcock wasn&#8217;t even sure he wanted to continue being a musician; he dropped music for a while and worked odd jobs, including a stint as a gardener and even — say it ain&#8217;t so — a journalist.&nbsp; He was nowhere, and nowhere incubated some of his best work.<br /><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a66ca65a970b-pi"><img alt="Hitchcock 4" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20120a66ca65a970b " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a66ca65a970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px" /></a><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not coincidentally, he&#8217;s nowhere in &#8220;Beyond Basingstoke&#8221; too.&nbsp; As recorded on grainy Super-8 film (by filmmaker, author and photographer <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Down-Jetty-Tony-Moon/dp/190071101X/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1257104903&amp;sr=1-2" target="_blank" title="Amazon page for Tony Moon's book about Dr. Feelgood">Tony Moon</a>), flickering early morning light plays on Hitchcock&#8217;s much younger face (and vintage &#8217;84 haircut) as he sleeps or just daydreams out the window of a virtually deserted London commuter train a lot like the one in <em>A Hard Day&#8217;s Night</em>.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Although the soundtrack doesn&#8217;t include the title track of <em>I Often Dream of Trains</em>, the film is clearly a companion piece to the song — the tip-off being that it depicts, well, dreaming and trains.</span><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp; The song begins, &#8220;I often dream of trains when I&#8217;m alone/ I ride on them into another zone.&#8221; Which recalls Hitchcock&#8217;s description of his working style: &#8220;You put yourself in a void.&nbsp; Once you&#8217;re in that kind of a void, all sorts of things become possible.&#8221;&nbsp; Funnily enough Basingstoke is the last stop on the line before the countryside gets rural.&nbsp; So &#8220;Beyond Basingstoke&#8221; is about getting to that place, or, rather, lack of place.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Nothing much happens in &#8220;Beyond Basingstoke&#8221; — truth be told, it&#8217;s kind of dull.&nbsp; But that becalmed sensation is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Objective_correlative" title="Wikipedia entry for &quot;the objective correlative&quot;">exactly what it often feels like</a> when you&#8217;re actually hatching something.&nbsp; The soundtrack — some lustrous and meditative guitar playing somewhat undercut by some spoofy, murmured monologues about an invisible chemical and an unusual erotic encounter — is like the relentless subconscious buzz behind even the most uneventful moments, when nothing outwardly seems to be happening, or even trying to happen.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20128756dfbd6970c-pi"><img alt="Hitchcock 5" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20128756dfbd6970c " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20128756dfbd6970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Breakthroughs often come when you&#8217;re just spacing out, peering out of the window of a train — or standing in the shower, washing your hair, and suddenly it occurs to you what you want to say about a 25-year-old short film by an erstwhile alterna-rock demigod.&nbsp; Sure enough, Hitchcock emerged from that lacuna in his life and career with <em>I Often Dream of Trains</em>.&nbsp; As he says during the concert film, the genesis of that album was &#8220;a place that was not so much a refuge as a crucible.&#8221;&nbsp; But for an artist, perhaps the distinction is meaningless.</span></p>
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		<title>Lyrics, Schmyrics:  I&#8217;m with Eno</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 18:35:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Azerrad</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160;&#160; &#160;One day, when I was in college, a friend offhandedly complained about a lyric in David Bowie&#8217;s &#8220;Fashion.&#8221; I was stunned –&#160;he was actually parsing the lyrics as if they were sentences. &#160;It had never occurred to me to &#8230; <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/10/lyrics-schmyrics-im-with-eno/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 14px"><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-family: Arial;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px"><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e201156faff413970c-pi"><img alt="SHB" class="at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e201156faff413970c " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e201156faff413970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a> </span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;One day, when I was in college, a friend offhandedly complained about a lyric in David Bowie&#8217;s &#8220;Fashion.&#8221; I was stunned –&nbsp;he was actually parsing the lyrics as if they were <span style="font-style: italic">sentences</span>. &nbsp;It had never occurred to me to do that. &nbsp;I was well into my 20s before I tried to piece together Dylan&#8217;s lyrics in a sequential way; I always just liked the way his words sounded, perched atop the shambling stacks of guitars, keyboards and drums. I <i>still</i> hear lyrics vertically.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Possibly because I&#8217;m so easily intoxicated by the potent cocktail of rhythm, harmony, melody and timbre, I don&#8217;t tend to hear lyrics in a sequential, narrative way; when I hear music the other part of my brain just shuts down like a kitten seized by the scruff of the neck. I hear words or phrases continuously coinciding and colliding with whatever musical-sonic event is happening at the moment, and the more evocative those collisions, the better the lyrics. &nbsp;(Michael Stipe, Stephen Malkmus and Kurt Cobain have all done it very well.)<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;So I don&#8217;t care about witty, revealing lines or good stories —&nbsp;I simply don&#8217;t hear them. It&#8217;s one reason I&#8217;ve never been able to get into Leonard Cohen and so much of what I call &#8220;grown-up music&#8221; —&nbsp;music that downplays rhythm and melody in favor of a lot of meaningful words. &nbsp;Maybe &#8220;grown-up music&#8221; tends not to be as densely musical as most other popular music in order to reduce the intoxicating effect I referred to above, but for me, anyway, it doesn&#8217;t work. I just hear volumes of words and nothing synergizing with them.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;And I always thought I was kind of a freak on this score, perhaps a mild sort of aphasiac, until last night, when I watched&nbsp;</span></span><em><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBMJ79ly3B4" target="_blank" title="Youtube trailer for 30 Century Man"><span style="font-size: 14px"><span style="font-family: Georgia">30 Century Man</span></span></a></em><span style="font-style: normal"><span style="font-style: normal;font-size: 14px"><span style="font-family: Georgia">, the intriguing 2008 documentary about celebrated pop enigma Scott Walker</span></span><a href="http://www.oscilloscope.net/shop/view_film.php?ID=8&amp;r=gallery" target="_blank" title="Oscilloscope Films' web page for 30 Century Man"><span style="font-size: 14px"><span style="font-family: Georgia">.<br /><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e2011570a54915970b-pi"><img alt="Eno2" class="at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e2011570a54915970b " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e2011570a54915970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px" /></a> <span style="font-size: 14px"><span style="font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Buried deep in the DVD extras were out-takes from the filmmaker&#8217;s interview with Brian Eno.&nbsp; &#8220;Fortunately, I have the talent of filtering out lyrics —&nbsp;I just don&#8217;t hear them,&#8221; says the great man. &nbsp;&#8221;For me, lyrics in most songs are a way of just getting the voice to do something.&nbsp; I like&nbsp;<span style="font-style: italic">voices</span>.&#8221; &nbsp;My sentiments exactly. &nbsp;Lyrics are just to get the singer psyched to sing.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact, listening to the lyrics as narrative is antithetical to the complete experience of music. &nbsp;It&#8217;s like reading the newspaper while a Coltrane record is playing. &nbsp;It takes you out of the music.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Funny thing is, I loved Scott Walker&#8217;s 2006 album&nbsp;</span></span><em><span style="font-size: 14px"><span style="font-family: Georgia">The Drift</span></span></em><span style="font-style: normal;font-size: 14px"><span style="font-family: Georgia">, even though it is absolutely word-intensive and virtually devoid of the things that most excite me: hooks, riffs, beats. Walker&#8217;s voice is riveting all by itself and that helps. But his lyrics are as sensational, in the true sense of the word, as any great riff or cracking-good guitar solo. &nbsp;And, as Eno points out, their effect is just as ineffable.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&#8221;In Scott&#8217;s songs,&#8221; Eno goes on to say, &#8220;lyrics actually draw you further and further into the music.&nbsp; They&#8217;re so rich and full of ambiguity that they actually withstand listening to again and again — like music does.&nbsp; They don&#8217;t spell it out for you, so you haven&#8217;t solved the problem in the first two listens&#8230;.&nbsp; It&#8217;s not to do with telling someone something, it&#8217;s making something happen to someone. &nbsp;Which is what you do with music as well.&nbsp; Nobody ever says, &#8216;I wonder what the music means&#8217; — you either feel it or you don&#8217;t.&nbsp; I think the same should be true of lyrics — you shouldn&#8217;t have to think that you somehow flip into a different part of your brain when you listen to lyrics.&#8221;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Does anybody else hear music this way?</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;font-size: 13px"></span></span></p>
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		<title>THE MILES DAVIS QUINTET: LIVE IN EUROPE &#8217;67</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 14:23:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Azerrad</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160;&#160;&#160; Like any credible person, I dig Miles Davis.&#160; But I particularly dig his quintet with saxophonist Wayne Shorter, pianist Herbie Hancock, bassist Ron Carter and drummer Tony Williams.&#160;&#8221;All-stars&#8221; is not nearly the word — these guys turned out to &#8230; <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/10/the-miles-davis-quintet-live-in-europe-67/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f35c8970b-pi"><img alt="Davis band" border="0" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f35c8970b " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f35c8970b-800wi" /></a> <br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Like any credible person, I dig Miles Davis.&nbsp; But I particularly dig his quintet with saxophonist Wayne Shorter, pianist Herbie Hancock, bassist Ron Carter and drummer Tony Williams.&nbsp;&#8221;All-stars&#8221; is not nearly the word — these guys turned out to be a Mt. Rushmore of modern jazz.&nbsp; So it was really exciting to hear about <em>Live in Europe &#8217;67</em>, the DVD that&#8217;s included in the soon-to-be-released 71-disc (!)<em> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Columbia-Collection-Amazon-com-Exclusive/dp/B002EOF7U8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1255639067&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" title="Amazon page for the Davis box set">The Miles Davis Complete Columbia Album Collection</a></em>.&nbsp; After many years of listening to their music, I could finally see these guys play!</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <em>Live in Europe &#8217;67</em> is in black-and-white video but both concerts —&nbsp;October 31st in Stockholm and November 7th in Karlsruhe, Germany —&nbsp; are well shot and the remastered sound is very good. (There are no plans to release the DVD separately, so if you don&#8217;t have a pal at Sony/Legacy or don&#8217;t want to shell out the 300+ simoleons for the box, even though it&#8217;s an excellent deal, you can also watch it all on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=davis+karlsruhe+nunoalpi&amp;search_type=&amp;aq=f" target="_blank" title="The Karlsruhe set on Youtube">Youtube</a><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">, but picture and sound quality are both sorely lacking.)&nbsp; I&#8217;ve gotten kind of obsessed with it.</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline"><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f39f1970b-pi"><img alt="Davis 1" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f39f1970b " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f39f1970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px" /></a> </span><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When <em>Live in Europe &#8217;67</em> was filmed, the Davis band was headlining a European package tour tour with Sarah Vaughan, Archie Shepp and Thelonious Monk — a mindblowing bill.&nbsp; It must have been a pretty weird time for Miles Davis though.&nbsp; His friend and former bandmate John Coltrane had died that summer, he&#8217;d endured some serious health problems, he was going through a divorce, he&#8217;d recently turned 40, free jazz was the &#8220;new thing&#8221; but it wasn&#8217;t his thing, and his records weren&#8217;t selling as well as they used to.&nbsp; Davis also happened to be making some of the most brilliant music of his career, with a recent string of incredible studio records:&nbsp; </span><em><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">ESP</span></em><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> (1965), </span><em><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">Miles Smiles</span></em><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> (1966), </span><em><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">Sorcerer</span></em><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> (1967), and </span><em><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">Nefertiti</span></em> (1967), cut with four younger musicians who challenged and inspired him like few had before.<br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; All kinds of revolution was in the air —&nbsp;this was just after the &#8220;Summer of Love&#8221; when </span><em><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">Sgt. Pepper</span></em><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> ruled the pop charts and psychedelia began radicalizing popular music.&nbsp; Out there in the world, racial unrest was raging even as Thurgood Marshall had been named the first African-American justice of the Supreme Court.&nbsp; To different degrees, African-Americans, gay people, young people and women were all experiencing a heady rush of both liberation and rage.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; All of that was the volatile backdrop for changes within Davis’ quintet, which had formed in 1963.&nbsp; Up until ‘67, Davis had made the band play relatively genteel takes on the standards and Davis originals that his previous quintet had covered.&nbsp; But by the fall of &#8217;67, this line-up was well seasoned, they now had an extensive catalogue, virtually all of which they&#8217;d written themselves, and each of them had received rapturous critical acclaim.&nbsp; Carter, Hancock, Shorter and Williams had graduated to another plane of music-making and were tired of playing music the old way.&nbsp; It was time, as Mr. Burns from </span><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"><em>The Simpsons</em> </span><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">would say, to release the hounds.</span></p>
<p><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a67697ea970c-pi"><img alt="Carter" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20120a67697ea970c " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a67697ea970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Both nights, an announcer introduces each musician as they walk on stage.&nbsp; Carter, nearly as tall as his bass, is a saturnine figure with a whisk-broom mustache; Shorter immediately exudes a sweet and unassuming manner; Williams appears even younger than his 21 years; Hancock looks like a divinity student. Everyone is in tuxes with bow ties except Davis, who sports a light-colored pinstripe suit with wide lapels, a handkerchief jutting from the pocket, a fancy watch popping up past his sleeve; he is, as always, impeccably stylish.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Other than that, there&#8217;s no ceremony about taking the stage.&nbsp; Davis doesn&#8217;t acknowledge the audience or even the band; he just steps to the mike and begins playing the head of the first tune, even as Carter and Williams are still getting settled; nonetheless, everyone jumps right in and it&#8217;s off to the races.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Both sets open with &#8220;Agitation,&#8221; Carter and Williams playing at blazing speed, with Hancock playing desolate, Debussy-like chords that paradoxically seem to accelerate the music.&nbsp; Out of nowhere, Williams presses out a swelling snare roll and everyone shifts into a relaxed swinging rhythm.&nbsp; Dramatic shifts like that are the rule: At the Stockholm show, everyone stops as Hancock completely breaks the momentum with a very bleak, eerie solo on &#8220;Agitation.&#8221;&nbsp; Carter craftily eases it into a swinging rhythm that Williams soon latches onto – it’s really brilliant.&nbsp; They don&#8217;t do nearly the same thing days later in Karlsruhe, so how did they know to stop for Hancock’s solo in Stockholm?&nbsp; Put it this way: there’s a reason they called one of their albums </span><em><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">ESP</span></em><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They pull this tempo/rhythm magic trick constantly, whether at the top of a solo or at some mysterious point within it, spontaneously changing direction en masse, like a school of fish. The band called that approach &#8220;time, no changes,&#8221; which essentially means that the progressions were in the rhythms and not the chords.&nbsp; Instead, the band riffed off of a kind of communal tonal center, following the soloist; that requires phenomenal concentration, sensitivity and teamwork to pull off.&nbsp; Watching the musicians in this trance-like state — in particular, Shorter plays as if deep in prayer — is a great cue for how to get into this music.</span><br /><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f38be970b-pi"><img alt="Hancock 1" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f38be970b " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f38be970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px" /></a><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They&#8217;re playing large auditoriums before seated audiences of well dressed northern Europeans, with blinding bright TV lights and big &#8217;60s cameras cluttering the stage, but it seems to have zero effect on their staggering intensity and focus.&nbsp; During Shorter&#8217;s solo on the Karlsruhe &#8220;Footprints,&#8221; the camera pulls right into Hancock&#8217;s face as he lays down sparse but strategically propulsive chords, profoundly thoughtful and deliberate.&nbsp; The way he lays his hands on the instrument, it&#8217;s more like he&#8217;s feeling its aura than actually playing it.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This is a far cry from any of their previous live recordings. For one thing, Williams is explosive, chopping up the rhythms, dealing out thunder and lightning with a plangent bass drum and cymbals, his left stick dancing on the snare like a bead of water on a hot skillet.&nbsp; And while Davis still calls for older tunes like &#8220;Walkin&#8217;&#8221; or &#8220;&#8216;Round Midnight,&#8221; the band deconstructs them at breakneck bebop-velocity tempos – way, way faster than the originals Davis recorded over a decade before with a much different band.&nbsp; It&#8217;s more like &#8220;Sprintin&#8217;.&#8221;&nbsp; It&#8217;s as if they were in a hurry not to get to the end of the tune but to get to the next kind of music.</span><br /><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a67695b0970c-pi"><img alt="Shorter" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20120a67695b0970c " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a67695b0970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Stockholm show in particular is shot fairly claustrophobically, favoring very long close-ups of the musicians&#8217; faces, particularly Shorter and Davis.&nbsp; And that’s good, because that&#8217;s where the action is — their faces.&nbsp; During a solo on the Stockholm &#8220;Footprints,&#8221; Shorter shudders with passion just before peeling off a quiet, fleeting little lick; that’s not something you’d catch on record, and it&#8217;s just so heavy and intense.&nbsp; It’s funny how many of the profile shots of Davis with his horn look like potential album cover photos.&nbsp; Look at Carter&#8217;s wonderfully equine face, impassive, as both sets of fingers seemingly dance to their own tune, producing a blazing yet steadfast anchor. And check out Williams&#8217; fierce expression as he unleashes salvo after salvo of bass drum and cymbal bombs, determined to kick this music a little further down the road.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The cinematography is pretty straightforward but you can still catch interesting little moments, like Davis&#8217; odd tic of pressing his index finger to just in front of his right ear and shaking his head after he finishes a solo or when, in the midst of the Karlsruhe &#8220;I Fall in Love Too Easily,&#8221; Davis seems transfixed by the huge, vivid shadow of Williams on the curtain, his arms flicking out at the flapping cymbals. Later in the set, during &#8220;Walkin&#8217;,&#8221; Hancock sits with his hands resting on the keys, and you can see he’s as alert and engaged as he would be if he were playing; when Shorter walks away from the mike, Hancock seamlessly kicks into an uncanny imitation of what Shorter just played, with Davis observing from a distance, index finger resting pensively on his embouchured lips.</span><br /><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f37f6970b-pi"><img alt="Williams 1" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f37f6970b " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f37f6970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px" /></a><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Interesting that Davis generally plays short solos, and when he&#8217;s not playing, he walks off stage.&nbsp; And yet his sensibility, not to mention his huge charisma, looms over everything, beginning with the band&#8217;s cool, austere intensity.&nbsp; As they play this fast, intricate music, no one seems to tap their foot or sway or snap their fingers while the other musicians are wailing away.&nbsp; They&#8217;re heads-down, eyes-down, locked in their own five-way world. There are almost no breaks between tunes, leaving little space for applause, so the sets unfold like one long suite.&nbsp; They&#8217;re in, as jazz critic Frédéric Goaty says in the set&#8217;s liner notes, &#8220;a state of grace.&#8221;</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Part of what was revolutionary about this band was that the usual foreground/background dynamic is compressed or even inverted::&nbsp; Hancock and Williams (and, more subtly, Carter) don&#8217;t play behind the solo, they play with it.&nbsp; Liberated from comping or timekeeping, the rhythm section is incredibly expressive, which not only means that you can tune in to any of the players at any time and hear something really exciting, but that you can listen to the entire band through the prism of any instrument that’s playing at the time, a Cubist jazz.&nbsp; It all fits together, a sprawling, loose but ingeniously interlocking sound, something the frequent montage effects of the Karlsruhe footage seem to be emphasizing.&nbsp; Listen to the way Hancock plays spare chords to offset Williams&#8217; busy drumming, and never drifts much lower than the middle of the keyboard, allowing Carter to fill out the low end.&nbsp; Both Davis and Shorter play elliptically, allowing plenty of space for all the wild invention exploding behind them.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And that ties in to what was happening in at the time – the &#8220;new thing,&#8221; i.e., free jazz.&nbsp; Davis&#8217; quintet certainly wasn&#8217;t playing free jazz, but it wasn&#8217;t bebop either.&nbsp; Some have called it &#8220;freebop,&#8221; but that&#8217;s a hideous term.&nbsp; Suffice it to say, it was one of those rare middle ways that are more fascinating than the extremes, pushing the envelope with style and precision, experimenting with form instead of dispensing with it.&nbsp; The approach influenced everything from the dense, prodigious jamming that would soon dominate heavy rock to late-&#8217;90s jungle techno.</span><br /><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f3732970b-pi"><img alt="Das Miles" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f3732970b " src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e20120a61f3732970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Miraculously agile and telepathic, Davis&#8217; &#8220;second great quintet&#8221; had taken the &#8220;time, no changes&#8221; approach as far as they could take it.&nbsp; And when artists as protean as those guys have taken something as far as it can go, you just know something else exciting is about to happen.&nbsp; Sure enough, when he got back from that &#8217;67 European tour, Davis added electric guitar and then electric keyboards to his music and changed his approach to arranging – distorted electric keyboard would pick up the guitar chords and also play more or less in unison with the bass, and there would be a definite backbeat and a blues flavor; you could kind of dance to it.&nbsp; Fusion was born, and Davis never returned to the electrifying acoustic music captured on </span><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia"><em>L</em><em>ive in Europe ‘67</em></span><span style="font-size: 14px;font-family: Georgia">.</span></span></p>
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		<title>&#8217;69 Comeback: John &amp; Yoko vs. Little Richard</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michael Azerrad</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[    When is a shaky, under-rehearsed performance even better than a polished, high-octane explosion by an artist who is beyond iconic? When it&#8217;s September 13, 1969, and John Lennon finds himself in the unenviable position of having to follow Little &#8230; <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/05/69-comeback-john-yoko-vs-little-richard/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">    When is a shaky, under-rehearsed performance even better than a polished, high-octane explosion by an artist who is beyond iconic? When it&#8217;s September 13, 1969, and John Lennon finds himself in the unenviable position of having to follow Little Richard at the Toronto Peace Festival.<br />
    Little Richard&#8217;s set, as documented in the newly released DVD <span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Live at the Toronto Peace Festival 1969</span><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">, was of course a ripsnorter. But there&#8217;s more to </span><a title="Tons of quotes about the Toronto Peace Festival from a Beatles fan site" href="http://beatles.ncf.ca/live_peace_in_toronto_p1.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">the story</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> than just an incendiary rock &amp; roll show.<br />
    The set was filmed in glorious 16mm by legendary filmmaker D.A. Pennebaker (</span><em><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Don&#8217;t Look Back</span></em><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">, </span><em><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Monterey Pop</span></em><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">), for what became </span><em><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Sweet Toronto</span></em><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">, </span><a title="An exhaustive early Robert Christgau piece about the making of Sweet Toronto" href="http://www.robertchristgau.com/xg/music/toronto-69.php" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">a documentary about the entire 13-hour evening</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> also featuring </span><a title="Chuck Berry performing &quot;Johnny B. Goode&quot; in Sweet Toronto" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xL2IotRZB0" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Chuck Berry</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">, </span><a title="Jerry Lee Lewis performing &quot;Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On&quot; in Sweet Toronto" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLc4HD62pOg" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Jerry Lee Lewis</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">, </span><a title="Bo Diddley performing &quot;Bo Diddley&quot; in Sweet Toronto" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVE0wuh8BXw" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Bo Diddley</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> and the Plastic Ono Band.</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> (Rounding out the bill but not in the film: Gene Vincent, Doug Kershaw, Screaming Lord Sutch, the Doors, the Chicago Transit Authority, Tony Joe White, </span><a title="All Music Guide review of a recording of Alice Cooper's performance at the Toronto Peace Festival" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:gnfoxqwkldse" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Alice Cooper</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> and an outfit known as Cat Mother and the All-Night Newsboys.)<br />
    You don&#8217;t see it so much in the Little Richard film but in </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Sweet Toronto</span><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">, Pennebaker makes a point of showing this is a contemporary audience of hippie kids — long-haired, probably high, rolling around and groping each other on the stadium field, they&#8217;d come to protest the war in Vietnam.<br />
    But Little Richard hailed from another era. He hadn&#8217;t had a hit in more than a decade and, to understate it wildly, the culture had changed in that time: It was the difference between </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Leave It to Beaver</span><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> and </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Easy Rider</span><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">. Traditional rock &amp; roll was on the wane: That spring, the Who had released a rock opera called </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Tommy</span><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> and prog rockers Genesis, Yes and King Crimson — nothing could be further from Little Richard — all released debuts that year. But Elvis was making a comeback, doo-woppers Sha Na Na had been a highlight of Woodstock a month earlier and Creedence Clearwater Revival was taking classic rock &amp; roll to the toppermost of the poppermost.</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> Some hipsters were even beginning to champion the old stuff (and perhaps providing the first very distant glimmerings of punk rock). Toronto was billed as a &#8220;rock &amp; roll revival,&#8221; and it&#8217;s now regarded as the first; </span><a title="Wikipedia entry on the rock &amp; roll revival" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_and_roll_revival" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">the trend </span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">exploded in the early &#8217;70s.<br />
    Big-time rock &amp; roll fan John Lennon had been invited simply to host the show, but then at almost literally the last minute he decided to play it, and rounded up a few heavy friends — Eric Clapton, Klaus Voorman, future Yes drummer Alan White and Yoko Ono — to play as the Plastic Ono Band. Only thing was, that upset the billing – now Little Richard would have to play before Lennon. His gloriously massive ego wounded, Richard had to scorch the earth before the bounteously bearded Beatle, who had copped so much from Little Richard (among others), in the process winning previously unimaginable honors, power, riches, fame, and the love of women.<br />
<a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e2011278de4ebc28a4-popup"><span style="float: right; font-size: 14px; "><img class="at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e2011278de4ebc28a4 " style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e2011278de4ebc28a4-320wi" alt="Llittle Richard 2" /></span></a><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e2011278de4ebc28a4-popup"></a>    The show begins when Richard strides out with his preposterous pompadour and gigolocious pencil mustache, his face slathered in makeup; he&#8217;s resplendent in a brilliant white singlet covered in little square mirrors, like a discofied Prince Valiant. It&#8217;s only when he asks for the stage lights to be turned off and the spotlight beamed on him and him alone that it becomes clear that the outfit is part of the light show — he&#8217;s a human mirror ball, luminous spots flitting behind him like fireflies. And if you look closely enough into those little mirrors you can see the reflections of Jimi Hendrix and Sly Stone, who gleaned their defiant, flamboyant style&#8230; <span style="font-style: italic;">from Little Richard</span>.<br />
    Richard and the band knock out &#8220;Lucille&#8221; in a frantic trance, the horn men in their baby-blue suits nodding like davening priests. Richard&#8217;s unaccompanied intro to &#8220;Good Golly Miss Molly&#8221; is as definitive rock &amp; roll as you&#8217;re ever going to hear, a brief but potent burst of bawdy technique that evokes rollicking Nawlins better than a jambalaya fight in a whorehouse. Soon, he&#8217;s up on the piano, beaming a 1,000-watt smile and shaking his moneymaker, holding up his fabulous white go-go boots for all to see. He throws one into the audience, then really milks it, taking his sweet time to throw the second boot. It&#8217;s great showmanship. &#8220;Ladies and gentlemen, you are looking at the </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">true</span><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> rock &amp; roll! The </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">1956</span><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> rock &amp; roll!&#8221; he hollers pointedly.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "><br />
    Then he gets the ladies in the crowd to go &#8220;Wooooo!&#8221; and the fellas to go &#8220;Huh!&#8221; He really is going to make this pale English whippersnapper Lennon pay dearly.</span><br />
    &#8221;Rip It Up&#8221; is only a minute long, So he plays it again. And then once more. It&#8217;s utterly shameless — and utterly brilliant. During &#8220;Jenny, Jenny&#8221; Richard brings up some folks from the audience: a couple of cute white hippie chicks and an African-American fellow who evidently patronized Jimi Hendrix&#8217;s tailor.  <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">&#8220;Whoever dance the best,&#8221; Richard quips, &#8220;we&#8217;re going to take &#8216;em back to Africa with us!&#8221;</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "><br />
    His guests dance up a storm and so, not to be outdone, Richard takes off his singlet, revealing a prizefighter&#8217;s body, and swings it around his head like a helicopter, teasing the audience until he finally flings it into the baying throng. Then it&#8217;s a hyperspeed &#8220;Long Tall Sally,&#8221; and the band plays Richard off the stage in a hell-bent burst of adrenalized rave-up.<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">    It&#8217;s a nine-song, barely 28-minute set. One of rock &amp; roll&#8217;s greatest live performers, the one</span></span></span> and only Little Richard, had just pulled out all the stops. Imagine following that.<br />
<a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e201116868e531970c-popup"><span style="float: left; font-size: 14px; "><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "><img class="at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e201116868e531970c " style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e201116868e531970c-320wi" alt="Lennon" /></span></span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">    So Lennon was understandably nervous: it was the first time he&#8217;d played on stage in three years, essentially the first time he&#8217;d ever played live without at least one of the other Beatles, and his band had rehearsed precisely once – acoustically, on the plane to the show — and now they were going to play in front of 20,000 people with sky-high expectations.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "><br />
    To top it off, he was on a bill that included most of his major influences and now he had to follow his idol Little Richard at his barn-burning best. Oh, and he&#8217;d just decided that day to quit the Beatles.  According to Eric Clapton&#8217;s autobiography, Lennon did so much cocaine before the show that he threw up.<br />
    To calm down his petrified guest, emcee (and notorious rock Zelig) </span><a title="Kim Fowley's resumé" href="http://www.kimfowley.net/victories/kimataglance.htm" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Kim Fowley</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> got the lights turned off in the stadium and asked everyone to light a match, allegedly the first time this had been done at a rock show. With Ono rolling around the stage in a large duffel bag, the Plastic Ono Band slopped their way through a trio of ragged-but-right </span><a title="The Plastic Ono Band performing &quot;Dizzy Miss Lizzy&quot; in Sweet Toronto" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1iT72VZXQY" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">rock &amp; roll covers</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> straight from the Cavern days, Lennon&#8217;s voice steadily gaining in ferocity and confidence.</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> &#8220;Yer Blues&#8221; and the debut of the harrowing detox chronicle </span><a title="The Plastic Ono Band performing &quot;Cold Turkey&quot; in Sweet Toronto" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RAmoMDckHQg" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">&#8220;Cold Turkey&#8221;</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> are right in the vein of the direct, stripped-down approach Lennon would embrace for many years, as rock &amp; roll as anything else played that day. </span><br />
<a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e201116868e352970c-popup"><span style="float: right; font-size: 14px; "><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "><img class="at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e201116868e352970c " style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e201116868e352970c-320wi" alt="Yoko" /></span></span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">    There&#8217;s an obligatory </span><a title="The Plastic Ono Band performing &quot;Give Peace a Chance&quot; in Sweet Toronto" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OnWAOqZj58" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">&#8220;Give Peace a Chance&#8221;</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> before Lennon famously announces &#8220;Yoko&#8217;s going to do her thing all over you&#8221; and the band locks into a lock-groove power-blooz riff under Yoko&#8217;s anguished avant vocalizing on &#8220;Don&#8217;t Worry Kyoko&#8221; and then </span><a title="The Plastic Ono Band performing &quot;John, John, Let's Hope for Peace&quot; in Sweet Toronto" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2rIrKenXas" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">&#8220;John, John, Let&#8217;s Hope for Peace&#8221;</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">; on the latter, Clapton and Lennon conjure caterwhauling feedback that anticipated what Sonic Youth and others would do fifteen years later.</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> The guitarists eventually just leaned their instruments against the amps so they made an eerie, awesome squall; White gamely contributed some occasional icky thumps.<br />
    It took me very many years to appreciate it, but Yoko&#8217;s performance is electrifying. &#8220;Don&#8217;t Worry Kyoko&#8221; is about the pain of missing her daughter, who was basically kidnapped by her ex-husband; &#8220;John, John, Let&#8217;s Hope for Peace&#8221; came just as Vietnam was hitting its horrific peak. It&#8217;s a performance of staggering emotional nakedness and complete commitment, not to mention creative invention. It both sent chills up my spine and made me, I have to confess, a little teary. The Canadian newspaper <span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">The Globe and Mail</span><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "> remarked, &#8220;It sounded as if she was crying, like a child, in fear.&#8221;</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "><br />
    Yeah, exactly.<br />
</span><a href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e201116868e398970c-popup"><span style="float: left; font-size: 14px; "><span><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "><img class="at-xid-6a00d8347993c469e201116868e398970c " style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" src="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8347993c469e201116868e398970c-320wi" alt="Drums and guitar" /></span></span></span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">    Even pre-</span><a title="Wikipedia entry on Dr. Arthur Janov's primal scream therapy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primal_therapy" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">Janov</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">, Lennon and Ono were screaming out their pain — just as Little Richard was. </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">But towering genius that he is, Little Richard was of and about a different time. Amid cataclysmic social strife, </span><a title="My post on the photo book RFK Funeral Train" href="http://michaelazerrad.typepad.com/you_and_what_army/2008/12/has-a-photo-book-ever-made-you-weep-i-was-poking-around-the-excellent-strand-bookstore-the-other-day-and-came-across-rfk-by.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">devastating assassinations</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">, disorienting technological upheaval and savage, unwarranted war, the Plastic Ono Band spoke to the fierce urgency<br />
of now.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "><br />
</span><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">    No way anyone would want to follow that. Instead of Little Richard, that daunting honor went to the Doors, who at that time were on top of the world. By at least </span><a title="Fan site review of a bootleg of the Doors' set at the Toronto Peace Festival" href="http://articles.waiting-forthe-sun.net/Pages/Toronto.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">one account</span></a><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; ">, they kicked ass.</span></p>
<p>[Full disclosure: Shout Factory, who released the Little Richard DVD, also released the DVD of a film I co-produced called </span><em><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia; "><a title="Go ahead, buy it! You know you want to..." href="http://www.amazon.com/Kurt-Cobain-About-Son/dp/B000WTZ6M6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1234835243&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank">Kurt Cobain About a Son</a>]</span></em></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>Boots-and-pants bands</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 19:48:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Azerrad</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One learns all sorts of things at the SXSW music convention: industry gossip, tips on great new bands and cheap, tasty restaurants, and which stretch of Waller Creek in downtown has the most turtles.  Perhaps one of the most useful &#8230; <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/03/boots-and-pants-bands/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One learns all sorts of things at the SXSW music convention: industry gossip, tips on <a href="http://www.myspace.com/ponytailtunes" target="_blank">great new bands</a> and cheap, tasty restaurants, and which stretch of Waller Creek in downtown has the most turtles.  Perhaps one of the most useful tidbits this year was &#8220;boots-and-pants bands,&#8221; a wonderful term.  Apparently, that&#8217;s how a certain large Northwest indie label dismisses the innumerable <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thesearepowers" target="_blank">robotic art-dance groups</a> still cluttering up the Brooklyn scene.  It refers to the fact that the music all has the same basic rhythm: &#8220;boots and pants and boots and pants and boots and pants.&#8221; What a find — right up there with &#8220;<a title="Jack Endino posts on yarling" href="http://www.endino.com/archive/yarl.html" target="_blank">yarling</a>&#8220;!</p>
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		<title>SXSW: What&#8217;s in a (band) name?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 17:03:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Azerrad</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The redoubtable Paste magazine&#8217;s Rachel Maddux has an article about the top 10 trends in names of bands playing the upcoming SXSW music convention. For instance, by Maddux&#8217;s count there are 11 &#8220;exclamatory&#8221; bands &#8212; bands with an exclamation mark &#8230; <a href="http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/03/sxsw-whats-in-a-band-name-2/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The redoubtable <a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/" target="_blank">Paste</a> magazine&#8217;s Rachel Maddux has <a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/blogs/lists/2009/03/lions-and-tigers-and-bears-beware-nine-band-name-trends-on-the-rise-at-sxsw.html">an article</a> about the top 10 trends in names of <a href="http://sxsw.com/music/shows/schedule?a=alpha&amp;s=a&amp;e=e">bands playing the upcoming SXSW music convention</a>.<br />
For instance, by Maddux&#8217;s count there are 11 &#8220;exclamatory&#8221; bands &#8212; bands with an exclamation mark in their name (although the king of them all, !!!, is sitting it out this year.) Coming in at #4, #3, and #2, there are 15 &#8220;youthful&#8221; bands (Cold War Kids, Baby Robots), 18 &#8220;blingy&#8221; bands (Golden Boots, Indian Jewelry), and 21 &#8220;religious&#8221; bands (the Wailing Wall, Magic Christian).<br />
But the winner is &#8220;dude-y&#8221; bands (Diesel Boy, Early Man) with 23 entries, by which Maddux concludes that once again, men have pissed up the territory. But I have a different take: If you add all the &#8220;boy&#8221; bands and &#8220;girl&#8221; bands (Vivian Girls, When Girls Collide, etc.) to the &#8220;youthful&#8221; bands, then the kids win it by a landslide. Which means that — surprise — pop music still belongs to the young.<br />
However, I have identified yet another SXSW band name trend, and it would easily make <span style="font-style: italic;">Paste</span>&#8216;s top 10:  band names with famous people&#8217;s names in them.  Check it.</p>
<p>Abe Vigoda<br />
Dananananaykroyd<br />
Gringo Star<br />
Hesta Prynn in Civil Shepherd<br />
The Jonbenet<br />
Natalie Portman&#8217;s Shaved Head<br />
Nid &amp; Sancy<br />
Ringo Deathstarr<br />
The River Phoenix<br />
Edie Sedgwick<br />
Kurt Vile</p>
<p>Yes, my friends, another damning commentary on our celebrity-obsessed culture.</p>
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