Month: March 2010

snaking up the old blood tree.

it’s been a while since i attempted to record myself recording. on video, i mean. it’s also been a while since i recorded anything at all. haven’t laid down a lick since february, which is not like me at all. oh, i’ve been writing and preserving ideas on the little flip camera, like always. that happens more or less daily. but i haven’t done a thing in the “studio” since i started digging into preparation for the mackenzie hall show. at first it had to do with not wanting to muddy the water with too many new songs, but then it got to be something else — that familiar “what the hell do i do next?” thing that will sometimes happen in the immediate aftermath of a new album.

i’m in a bit of an odd place right now. i feel like i haven’t released an album i didn’t feel really good about in a while, with things really kicking into high gear with CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN. that’s five albums in a row that i think make up some of the best work i’ve ever done. while i don’t feel the weight of whatever expectations there may be from anyone else (i could never really get into the mindset of trying to figure out what anyone who isn’t me might make of what i’m doing), there’s a bit of internal pressure to have the next album live up to that level of “quality”, regardless of where it goes musically and stylistically. but getting too wrapped up in thinking about that stuff can lead to “recording block”, where the songs are there, but it’s confusing trying to figure out what to tackle, because, as always, i don’t want to fall into the trap of repeating myself and resting on my laurels. things can’t get too safe or comfortable. things have to keep evolving.

i’ve been stuck between finally trying to finish this multiple-cd-set-of-new-material thing that’s been a few years in the making, and figuring out whatever the next normal full-length album wants to be. working on both at once is an option, but could lead to over-ambitious confusion shit. i think it was healthy to take a bit of a break, especially after all that show took out of me. these days, it isn’t like me to go a month (or, in this case, a bit more) without recording anything, but sometimes it’s a good idea to get a bit of perspective. one month and change, for me, is a hell of a break, and hopefully has given me some perspective. i still don’t know what exactly i want to do next, but i know i need to start doing it soon if i want to stay in shape and keep the momentum going. i’d like to get at least another two albums out there this year, so i can match the three i put out last year. i figure that’s a good number to aim for.

yesterday i thought, “well, fuck it. it’s been long enough. i haven’t recorded a thing in more than a month. to hell with trying to do something blindingly different. let’s just do something, even if my voice doesn’t feel like it’s quite back to 100% yet after that irritating baritone-inducing throat infection episode.

so here is some of what i did.

this is by no means a taste of what you should expect from the next album, and it might not even show up on the next cd. it’s just what i ended up doing on this particular day. it’s an absurdly simple song from a compositional standpoint. basically it’s the same two chords through the whole thing, making it the complete antithesis of everything i was trying to do a few years ago. it’s the kind of song i said i would never write again, circa 2005, punishable by death if i ever reneged on the promise i made to myself. of course, we all know where that went. i found out that, as rewarding as it is to mess with song structure and avoid repetition, sometimes simple things are good too. sometimes…simple is best.

i kind of half-wrote this thing the other night (the initial idea i captured is at the beginning of the video, recorded in total darkness, hence the black screen), and filled in some more lyrics a few minutes before i started recording it. i realized after the fact that the line “climbing up the old blood tree” and the variations that followed were probably subconsciously inspired by derek harrison’s “barking up the wrong blonde tree”, a song he posted on his blog some weeks back. oh wait…i quite clearly used that line verbatim in the initial sketch, because it was in my head and it had the right amount of syllables for the vocal melody i wanted to sing. alright then. thanks to derek for inadvertently giving me the words i used as a jumping-off point. one line i borrowed from kevin/crowl, because i really liked the imagery (only two of you will have any idea who i’m referring to, but that’s alright). and the rest is just stuff that came out, as usual.

the arrangement still needs a little something more, i think. maybe some wurlitzer. maybe some more vocal harmonies. maybe some electric guitar or organ. maybe all of the above. but it’s getting there. it was about time to give that ’40s martin oo-17 some more love, and the pearlman TM-LE continues to be a formidable secret weapon on acoustic guitar parts. i figured if it could make a piece of crap classical guitar that cost less than $200 sound like it was worth several times that amount, it might sound pretty nice in front of a guitar that is the opposite of crap.

one thing captured on video was this weird mechanical sound that started up out of nowhere when i was in the middle of recording the initial acoustic guitar part. you can see me looking confused, wondering where it’s coming from. i thought maybe i was having a stroke for a moment, before realizing it was something going on outside. i assumed the take was ruined, but played it out anyway. then, while listening back to what i had done, i found myself wishing it had come through louder on the track, because it provided a nice bit of buried dissonant noise. turns out it was someone using an aerator on our front lawn. i thought of grabbing a microphone and recording more from the porch, but by then it was over. what a tease. when the song is finished and mixed, you probably won’t even be able to hear the aerator whining anymore unless you listen on really good headphones or a revealing hi-fi system, but i enjoy the irony of something that i thought had derailed the performance becoming a sound i now really like, almost in spite of myself. score another one for happy accidents.

i had some fun with cheesy effects this time. i tend to stay away from that sort of thing, but i felt like it made some of the static shots of me doing stuff a bit more interesting, in the absence of a dedicated camera-person to make things look nicer and provide movement. and slowing down moments of profanity can only make them more amusing. watch as i swear at the phone and the doorbell! hold your breath as i potentially ding up an expensive vintage martin acoustic guitar! giggle at the sped-up piano mic’ing preparations! i should warn you that a few parts suddenly get a lot louder — particularly the drums and the shaker. but on the whole, this is probably a more interesting and more representative look at a bit of what happens when i’m recording stuff than the last solo recording video was, and it’s almost twice as long. i should also warn you that i use a few rather strong swear words when things interrupt me or fall and hit other things. little ones, beware..

so there you go. it still needs a bit of wallpaper, but it’s getting there. everything is an improvised first take except for the singing (i generally get down a “guide vocal”, which is what you see part of in the video, and then take another pass with more commitment, so what’s in the mix is actually the second take there), and i think i like where it’s going. maybe i’ll put a rough mix up here for a bit once it’s finished. and yes — i do drink and play at the same time. it’s not an attempt at showing off…it’s just how i roll when i’m thirsty.

(edit from the future: more than two years later, when i knew a little more about editing, i took the recording footage and carved it into something much less boring, chopping out more than ten minutes in the process. instead of watching the equivalent of an ant crawling around on video, you get to see a bit of the song taking shape in a more tangible way. this edit can be seen OVER HERE, on the page for the album the song lives on.)

quit crying in your lasagne, nathaniel.

i pulled out CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN for a listen all the way through the other day, for the first time in quite a while. and i thought, “wow…this is the album that kind of ‘put me on the map’, so to speak? how messed up is that?” it’s a pretty odd album when you think about it. so many songs, most of them very short. some pretty weird subject matter. some pretty oddball vocal performances. some pretty odd production choices. just…weird. i didn’t think anyone would like it then, and it still surprises me that it’s possibly the most popular thing i’ve ever done. it’s not that i don’t think it’s worthy of the attention; actually, i think i’ll always feel that it’s one of the high points in my discography. i guess i just didn’t expect that so many other people would think so, too.

another thing that struck me was the sound/production quality. at the time, that album was by far the best-sounding thing i had ever done. after i finished listening to it the other day, i threw on LOVE SONGS FOR NIHILISTS and just about lost control of my bodily functions for a moment. most of the important gear (mics, preamps, compressors, mixer) has remained essentially the same over the last five albums, but it’s interesting to hear how much things have changed sonically just in that short time. i guess i really am still getting better at whatever it is that i do…but i don’t often notice how much things have improved, until i’m looking at two examples that stand in such stark contrast to one another.

if i were to record CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN today, it would sound so much richer and fuller, it’s not even funny. but it wouldn’t necessarily be a better album…just different. it wouldn’t be the same album that it exists as now. i think it’s as it should be — a document of the time in which it was created. five albums into the future, i’ll probably think the same thing about NIHILISTS.

the whole point is that every album comes from a different place, and things are always shifting and changing, even if it’s such a subtle thing at times that it isn’t immediately obvious just what’s changed. it’s all just a big never-ending journey, with floppy-shoe-wearing clowns and cynical princesses and suicidally depressed court jesters. or maybe that’s the concept for my first music video. who can say?

to that end, i’ve read all kinds of things about the “loudness war” (google it if you’re interested in reading about how everything sounds like poo these days), and one thing that was always interesting to me was how, through compressing the crap out of everything to get it to stand out, you actually shoot yourself in the foot in some ways (aside from obviously making things sound like poo). because once your song hits the radio, it’s going to go through another limiter — the one that radio stations use to make sure all the songs are at an even level — and sound absolutely awful when it hits the airwaves, with whatever transients hadn’t been crushed at the mastering stage now turned into complete mush. it may be louder than everything else when you pop it in your car, but on the radio it won’t be any louder than any other song. meanwhile, a song that is not squashed during the mastering stage to be as loud as everything else and has some dynamics to it will jump out as sounding a whole lot better, because it’s only getting compressed/limited once. makes sense.

i never, however, imagined i would hear a demonstration involving my own music. theresa has played my stuff on the rock a few times, on her sunday night show that spotlights local music (thanks, theresa). tonight i tuned in, because she had announced on facebook that i was among the artists she would be playing, and i was curious what song would get some play. turned out it was “crustacean cancer survivor”, which seems to be one of the songs on the new cd that people like most, for whatever reason.

what was instructive for me was hearing how much modern music — even music that comes out of this city — sounds pretty much the same, from a production standpoint. or at least the “rock” music does. much of it is electric guitar-based, and the electric guitars are generally recorded to sound a certain way. the drums are mic’d up to within an inch of their lives, and sound about the same from one song and artist to the next. there’s that same snare drum crack. there’s that same smashed-to-hell-with-compression sound. i’m not saying it’s wrong — i understand that this is the sound that’s “in” right now. it’s what you hear on commercial radio, so if your aspirations are to get your songs heard in that realm, it makes sense to go for that sound.

what was really interesting was hearing my song in the midst of all this, which was mastered by me using no real mastering equipment at all, not overly compressed, and recorded/produced/mixed in a very different way…and realizing how much more depth there seemed to be, compared to some of the other songs, many of which were recorded in more traditional studio spaces and properly mastered.

again, i’m not saying my music sounds better. it’s just interesting to compare professionally produced stuff, and recorded-by-some-dude-in-his-house stuff, and to hear how the two different kinds of stuff sound on the radio. i think my stuff sounds pretty good, if i do say so myself. so hooray for me!

on another note, tom lucier (a stuff-doer if ever there was one) has started doing this thing where he uses the audio recording function on his iphone to interview other local stuff-doers, and also to get down some thoughts. to my surprise, i saw that his latest audio recording — over HERE — kind of has to do with me. i wasn’t expecting that. thanks to tom for the kind words…and i think ukulele lullabies are a wonderful idea. i mean, how many kids can say they got ukulele lullabies to lull them to sleep?

seriously. that’s your homework assignment for tonight. come up with a number, and get back to me with your findings.

wash it, and burn it, and give it a number.

these past few days i am all about random videos. i don’t know why. but here are two more.

this is a brief demonstration of the washburn 5200, with my face mostly chopped off.

that thing is LOUD for such a small-bodied guitar. i think it’s going to record really well, with little in the way of low end mud. and as i say in the video, while i tend to avoid playing with picks (the sound is too bright and tinny for me, and i can do a lot more with my fingers), this guitar doesn’t seem to mind so much.

here is some poorly-filmed dancing (pardon my potty mouth and use of innuendo).

i have to be subtle with my footwork when a record is playing, because any sudden movements tend to cause skipping. need to figure out something to put underneath the turntable that’s shock-absorbent without being ugly. i’ve been buying a lot of records over the past year or so, and i thought it might be time to start…you know…listening to them. so i’ve been doing a fair bit of that lately. i think i might even like elliott smith’s either/or more after hearing it on vinyl yesterday. there’s a warmth there that the cd doesn’t capture.

i also keep finding surprises. first there was the pink sunny day real estate vinyl, which looks even cooler up close than it does on video. then a 45 fell out of a harry nilsson album — a 45 that has nothing to do with the full-length album it was hiding inside of. the most recent discovery was that my vinyl copy of exile on main st. (which will probably always be my favourite stones album) has not only never been played (or, if it has been played, the needle didn’t touch it very many times), but there are a bunch of postcards inside, in mind condition. sounds like a collector’s item.

i’m of two minds about this. part of me says, “hey…this could be worth a bit of money by the time i’m dead. maybe i should put it back in the plastic cover and leave it on the shelf, admiring it but never playing it.” another part of me says, “so what? what good does it do me if it just sits there and i can never enjoy it? maybe it’ll be worth a few hundred bucks in ten years. big deal. records should be listened to, not gawked at.”

which side will win? the excitement!

all of this vinyl lovin’ has got me thinking again about how fun it would be to try putting something of mine out on vinyl. what do you think? should i do it with something new? or is there a particular album of mine that you’d like to be able to put on your turntable? at this point, i think anything i do would end up having to be a double-vinyl release, given the length of my albums. i think i might ask people on that facebook thing what they think as well.

speaking of my stuff, i have gone through more than 200 copies of the new cd now, in just over a month. that’s nuts. the boxes at phog and dr. disc have just been refilled, because they were empty yet again.

jiffy’s got a colourful new friend.

meet gerozino the giraffe, who takes a strange pleasure in helping me alphabetize piles of vinyl records, and has a thing for stina nordenstam. there were a few surprises along the way, and a musical interlude from gerry (i figure we’ll call him that for short, and maybe sometimes “z” for extra short, plus implied street cred).

after stina finished singing, i threw on radio city by big star as the continuing soundtrack for record alphabetizing, and man…that’s a damn fine album. i’ve never heard another example of “power pop” that i like even half as much. for more than a decade now, every single time i listen to “back of a car” i think i hear the phone ringing during the mid-song instrumental break. must be something about the frequency of the electric guitar part or something. even today, i ducked into my bedroom to make sure the phone wasn’t ringing during that part. there isn’t a song on the album that isn’t great, but it’s an especially eyebrow-raising crime that “september gurls” wasn’t a smash hit. alex chilton’s guitar break in the middle of that song, and again at the end, has to be one of the most joyous musical moments you’ll ever find on an album that sits buried in the “pop/rock” section of a record store. it is for me, anyway.

the album was ending just as our work was over.

after that, i went back to a few tracks on #1 record (the album that came before radio city) and was struck again by the thought that, much like lennon and mccartney, chris bell and alex chilton were born to harmonize with one another. there’s something magical about their vocal interplay on a song like “thirteen”, or bell’s own “you and your sister” (which shows up on his own lone solo album, cobbled together and released posthumously). maybe at some point i’ll attempt to write something here about chris bell, who was (and, though no longer living, remains) another woefully underappreciated songsmith/singer/guitarist.

also, it’s time for the CJAM jammy awards once again. you should be able to vote over HERE for your favourite shows, along with voting for the best local music venue and best local band/artist. i’m not saying you should vote for me, because obviously the best band/artist to ever come out of windsor is betrayer. come on. i don’t have to tell you that. but if you’re a windsor-dweller, and/or a CJAM fan, and/or a fan of any of the music that comes out of the armpit of ontario, you should vote, and stuff. voting ends sometime in mid-april. apparently last year i was actually in the running to win the best local artist award thingy (which still kind of boggles my mind), before the locusts have no king took it home for the second year in a row. it would be funny if i was in the running again, but the locusts ended up walking away with it for a third consecutive time.

down the road we went together.

you thought the random toronto video i made was random? well, you were right. but this is even more random.

i missed some of the more exciting moments, and didn’t end up getting any footage at all at folkway, mostly because of the bag of douche who kept wailing on an electric guitar in a very loud and masturbatory fashion until shortly before we left to grab a bite to eat. he must have gone on for something like 45 minutes, pretty much nonstop. no one else in the store could hear anything they tried to play. at all. talk about having no respect for other customers who are actually there to buy something (this guy didn’t leave with a guitar, or an amp, or anything that i could see). there were a few moments where travis and i looked at one another while holding guitars we couldn’t hope to get any impression of no matter how fervently we plucked or strummed, and we both had facial expressions that said, “are you frakkin’ kidding me?” we don’t need to speak, you see, because we employ that mind-speakin’ thing. luckily we had just enough in the way of moments of peace to get a bit of playing in and make a few informed decisions. mark nobly told the bag of douche to quiet it down for the people who drove all the way from windsor (he was back at it again a few minutes later, but the talking-to eventually paid off), and it’s always good to see him and rich and the rest of the folkway gang.

all in all, though the video is as random as it gets (and most of the cheesy fade effects i implemented don’t seem to have taken, while the clip of everyone’s food looks all distorted like it’s on drugs…what’s the deal with that?), it was a fun day. normally it’s just me and johnny smith, but this time travis came along and we met up with my partner in smoo once we hit guelph. it was kind of an adventure. travis and i both ended up leaving with new guitars, which was kind of inevitable. we were both on the fence, until we fell off. believe me, i know the last thing i need any more of at this point is guitars. but sometimes an instrument just speaks to you. and it says, “whoa. i’m wooden. buy me.”

we’ll disregard the fact that keanu reeves often says the same thing.

i was able to justify grabbing this guitar because (a) i wanted a guitar i could dedicate to open c and/or standard tuning (every guitar that once lived in standard tuning over here has drifted elsewhere, and i’m not sure which guitars of mine would work well in open c), (b) it’s a 1932 washburn 5200, slightly cheaper than the last one of its kind i saw at folkway, which i liked a lot and probably would have bought if it had been a few hundred dollars less, (c) it looks quite a bit like the guitar nick drake is sometimes seen holding in pictures, and (d) dirty marshmallow. you wouldn’t believe it based on their modern output, but once upon a time washburn actually made some really nice guitars, particularly during the lyon & healy and tonk bros. eras. a nice side effect of washburn’s current output being complete crap (relatively speaking) is that most people don’t know that they ever made any acoustic guitars that can be considered anything other than “beginner instruments”, and you can grab a vintage washburn that’s comparable to gibson or martin guitars from the period in terms of tone and feel, but for much less money…at least until people catch on and realize that the vintage washburns are a world away from the laminated shitboxes made in factories these days, and the prices rise accordingly.

this guitar sounds ridiculously good in open c tuning. what’s kind of funny is that travis might have considered buying this guitar, if not for the fact that it’s a 12-fretter, making some of the higher frets difficult to access. and i might have considered buying the 1956 national 1150 that travis ended up getting, if it didn’t look so much like the old kay acoustic i already have (the tone and feel are completely different in spite of the similar-looking-but-slightly-smaller kay-built body) and if i didn’t already have my eye on that washburn. maybe it was fate. they’re both really nice axes, and i think we both would have been pretty happy with either one of them, but we went there with certain feelings in our guts, soulful stomach growling ensued, and we both emerged victorious. i’ll post some video of that washburn as soon as i get around to filming something that looks decent enough to put up here. i’m going to tell myself that i’m officially done buying acoustic guitars for now…i think i’ve got all my bases and tunings pretty much covered. we’ll see how that goes, though.

this is the guitar travis got:

and this is the guitar i got:

thanks to travis and meryl for being a part of the adventure, johnny smith for driving and coughing with the conviction of a young denzel washington, rich and mark at folkway, the makers of food at with the grain, the random guy who tried to prove to us how large his penis was through needlessly loud and flashy electric guitar-playing, and elliott for tagging along as always.

down the road we go together.

off to guelph we go. random video to follow, probably. also, i don’t want to jinx myself, but i think my throat and voice may be starting to return to normal. i mean, yesterday i only drank two bottles of cough medicine instead of my usual eight, and today i might drink only one. not that i was coughing very much to begin with. you know how it is. hopefully this bodes well for the days ahead, and maybe, if i’m lucky, by sometime next week i’ll be sounding enough like my old self to start working on recording the next album. knock on nightstand.

water in a wine glass.

bree sent me some pictures she took at the mackenzie hall show. here are a few of my favourites.

some of the set list that i didn’t end up entirely sticking with

elliott, in his role as good luck charm, where he remained all night

the last good guitar washburn ever built?

it ain’t a show without the bugle

water to the left of me, bugle to the right…

i’m always blown away by the pictures bree takes. she makes it look so effortless when she’s snapping them, and then i see the images she ends up capturing, and i think, “how the hell did you do that?” it also has to be said that elliott is pretty photogenic. i think he’s gloating over it. i really, really like that first shot of my glasses and the harmonica holder travis let me borrow, resting on the piano bench. there’s something about the composition that just grabs me. that’s right; the image has hands.

i still sound like a cross between leonard cohen’s illegitimate son and a bullhorn. it’s starting to get a little old now. i’d kind of like my old voice back, please…

on the bright side, writing that big thing about nilsson earlier in the week led me to pull out nilsson sings newman for the first time in a very long time. i don’t think it ever quite hit me until now what a great album it really is. what harry does with randy newman’s songs — the vocal nuances, the way he uses his voice as orchestration, and what he does with his own instrumental overdubs on organ, guitar, percussion, tack piano and marimba — is nothing short of brilliant. they practically become new songs altogether in harry’s hands.

that guy was something else. i read somewhere that he added so many vocal tracks to some songs, five people had to be working the mixing board simultaneously in order to get the right fader moves. that’s ten hands. that’s nuts. that’s what life was like before protools.

caught a glance in your eyes, and fell through the skies.

this seems to have become the designated time of year for me to get sick, judging by the past few years. the weather starts to get nice, spring starts to show its face, and bam. icky spoo comes my way. i always seem to be in the middle of something music-related when it hits, too. fortunately, this time i’m not waist-deep in the recording of another album, but rather trying to figure out where to go next, so at least the timing is better from a musical standpoint, if in no other way.

i think i’ve hit on an idea that will get things moving along…i just have to wait until i don’t sound like leonard cohen’s illegitimate son to tackle it. i also just experienced a first (for me) — a coughing fit and a serious nosebleed, at the same time. i’m not sure if the coughing caused the bleeding, or vice versa, but that sure was something. i felt a bit like an abstract art piece of a sprinkler system gone wrong. go away, stupid sickness. go bother paris hilton or someone else who can buy you off.

in the meantime, i have actually been writing more lyrics than music. this is very unusual for me. in general, musical ideas are always coming, but words only pop out when they feel like it. they must like me right now or something, because i’ve written words for at least three new songs (along with a few half-songs) in the past few days, only one-and-a-half of which actually have any music to go with them.

i’m a little on the fence about what to call the next single-disc album (these days i kind of like to have the title in place a bit ahead of time, so i’m not scrambling for what to call something at the last minute). the next one will be my 30th official solo release in the cd format, which feels like a bit of a milestone. so it’s tempting to call it something simple, stupid and true…like…say…30.

how brilliant is that?! an album title from me that is the opposite of long-winded.

but then there’s another title that i even have cover art to go with already (i drew it myself), and while i find it amusing, some serious religious types may find it a little offensive — though it isn’t intended to be at all, and i have no interest in mocking any religion at any point through music, because that sort of behaviour doesn’t appeal to me.

now watch me end up choosing a title that has nothing to do with either of those.

in other, far less pleasant news, alex chilton has passed away. he was 59, and died of an apparent heart attack. alex was a fascinating, elusive character, tricky to pin down to the end. he was a “difficult” artist if ever there was one. i could easily write something gargantuan about him like i did with harry nilsson a few days back, but i don’t think i have the mental energy to do that sort of thing again so soon.

alex’s discography is similarly all-over-the-map and unpredictable, and also pretty inconsistent…but when alex was good, he was frighteningly good. there’s a huge tome waiting to be written about his work with the box tops, the odd saga of big star, his strange subsequent solo adventures, production work for the cramps and others, co-founding tav falco’s panther burns, and more. now that he’s passed away, it probably will be written by someone.

as it stands, there’s a wealth of information available between the big star book written by rob jovanovic, and robert gordon’s it came from memphis (still one of the best books i’ve read about anything), in addition to what you can glean from various blogs/websites/internet places. it’s said that a biopic is in the works based on the jovanovic book, and while it’s nice to think that more people will be introduced to the music of big star (who were so unknown while they were together, and then so celebrated and influential posthumously, the joke was that while everyone who heard the first velvet underground albums went out and formed a band, everyone who heard the big star records became a rock critic), i can’t see a happy ending there. biopics in general rarely turn out well.

there’s a sort of similar career arc to harry’s, except for the fact that alex never had the kind of commercial success harry did to begin with. the box tops did have some hits, but alex had no creative control over that music and was basically a pawn in the hands of the record company, with the money from his success going to other people, leaving him a bitter veteran of the industry before he was even out of his teenage years.

once people caught on belatedly to the greatness of what big star had done, he seemed to almost delight in not giving his audience what they wanted, releasing weird cover albums and straying as far from the glorious “power pop” of the first two big star albums as humanly possible. the man had range…from the pre-joe cocker pseudo-soul gravel of the box tops, to the beatles-meets-kinks-meets-something-else of the first two big star albums, to the barbiturate-drenched self-sabotage of the third big star album, to the mess of solo work that jumped from punk/psychobilly deconstruction, to funk-and-soul-influenced laid-back rock that was oddly polished, and back again.

eventually alex took to playing live semi-regularly with a reformed big star, with two of the posies subbing for absent original members (chris bell, initial co-frontman and another undersung talent, died in a car accident in 1978 — his is yet another strange, sad tale — while andy hummel just left the band in the mid 70’s of his own accord and never returned). you could sense his heart was never really in it, even if the chops were still there.

it’s always sad (and a little sobering) when your heroes die. so far, a good deal of the artists who have seriously affected me musically are alive and kicking, and many more of them died before i was born, or before i had delved into their music enough to feel like i had lost anything. alex is one of the first to go where i’m in a position to actually experience that feeling of loss. his music has served as a pretty big part of the soundtrack of my life, particularly during some of the darker moments.

i was first intrigued by the mystery of big star around 1998 or ’99, when i read a bit about the band in rock: the rough guide, the book that was instrumental in saving me from musical mediocrity. i found the first two albums at the mall, conveniently on one cd. radio city is still a desert island album for me. the same is true of third/sister lovers, which is basically the sound of alex realizing his dreams of stardom are toast through no fault of his own (already cynical and jaded beyond his years at the age of 23), taking a lot of drugs to numb the pain of commercial failure, and pissing all over the potential pop appeal of his songs while inadvertently capturing exactly where his head is at.

it doesn’t sound like anything else that came out of the 1970’s, and while alex would later dismiss it as “half-baked”, i think it stands as the best thing he ever did. it’s been hugely influential on too many other bands and artists to list. i still think alex did it better the first time, though. beautiful moments and messy, ugly moments co-exist, sometimes sitting next to one another in the same song. alex suddenly drawling “play it for me, guitarist” in the middle of “dream lover” (a song that kind of sums up the ethos of the whole album, though it wasn’t even on the initial release, threatening to fall apart for its entire duration) has always been one of those absurd musical moments that i love, because it’s spontaneous and silly (and maybe a bit weary as well), but it works better than it has any right to.

the solo stuff is a bit spotty, but like flies on sherbert is some sort of masterpiece of sloppy lo-fi punky rock, sounding (again) quite some distance ahead of its time. some of it is hilarious; the take on “girl after girl” sounds like it belongs in a david lynch movie, a 1950’s throwback that is at once reverent and contemptuous, with a grotesquely effective vocal performance from alex. as much as i love alan vega and suicide, i think this is what the “elvis in hell” description should have been coined to describe. and “no more the moon shines on lorena” has to be one of the weirdest cover versions ever recorded by anyone.

some of it is downright scary — like the demented cover of “waltz across texas”, and the title track, which sounds like one of phil spector’s most horrifying acid-fried nightmares, complete with the sound of a synthesizer being tortured, the tape speed slowing down slightly near the end, and some screaming in german. on the other hand, “hook or cook” contains the great line “i’ll try anything twice or ten times”, and i’ve always thought “hey! little child” is ridiculously catchy. if there was any justice in the world it would be recognized for the great, simple rock & roll song it is (i still think that’s one of the best electric guitar riffs i’ve ever heard) and some of alex’s best work, instead of being tucked away on an album few people have heard or taken the time to figure out, because none of it is even within waving distance of big star.

this music is very much its own thing, deeply “southern”, and i think it’s been unjustly maligned by critics unwilling or unable to take it for what it is — the sound of a man falling apart and keeping it together at the very same time.

there’s supposed to be some video footage that was shot during the recording sessions for flies, and it would be nice if it became available someday in some form, because i’d really like to see it. an article from mojo magazine some years back referred to a scene captured on video that featured (and i’m paraphrasing from memory) a “wrecked, spotty chilton playing guitar like he had forgotten how, smiling like a kid destroying a sand castle”. someone who was there at the time was quoted as saying that the recording of the album “nearly killed us” and “was a terrible experience from beginning to end”. you can’t just taunt me with juicy tidbits like that and then not even have a crappy version of the footage leak on youtube, damnit!

for me, pretty much everything alex did during this “lost” period is kind of essential in one way or another, as rough as some of it is. what can i say? i’m a sucker for the raw, not-giving-a-shit, emotionally honest stuff. i think his cover of the seeds’ “can’t seem to make you mine” surpasses the original, and its insane longing was a good companion for me during one of the more romantically frustrating times of my life, when the late-period guys with dicks albums were being recorded in late 2001 and early 2002.

live in london also comes from alex’s time in the wilderness, and is another album that few people have anything good to say about. while the band was under-rehearsed and it isn’t all brilliant, i think the live version of “bangkok” wipes the floor with the admittedly great original studio recording. it sounds almost electrically charged with menace, the electric guitars imitating the machine gun effects from the studio take. when alex’s vocal mic feeds back, you can almost see him making a face that says he doesn’t really care. the live take on “kangaroo” is pretty great too.

here’s a bit of alex for you. i think “nightime” (misspelling not mine, but from the album itself) is one of the most beautiful things he wrote, and i listened to it quite a bit during a pretty unpleasant vacation in a tiny italian tourist town almost a decade ago, feeling every word when he sang. “get me out of here / get me out of here / i hate it here / get me out of here.” dig the spooky slide guitar, care of lee baker, and the string arrangement.


and then there’s that seeds cover, which is…slightly different.


in light of alex’s passing, i pulled out third/sister lovers for a long overdue listen. when it got to “take care” (which was originally intended to be the closing track), i couldn’t help thinking how appropriate and timely the closing lines were. what was once a tender-sounding false goodbye now works as a true farewell.

this sounds a bit like goodbye
in a way, it is, i guess
as i leave your side
i’ve taken the air
take care
please, take care

i’ll miss you when i’m lonely…i’ll miss the alimony too.

if you read what goes on here with any regularity, you know i tend to ramble about random stuff that mostly has to do with myself. this blog/website/thing is a bit like an online journal, albeit skewed heavily in the direction of music, and not quite as scantily-clad as journals tend to be.

right now, though, i kind of feel like writing about something different for a change. maybe it’s because i’ve got a brutal head cold. i’m not planning on making this a regular feature that operates according to any kind of schedule, but maybe once in a while i should deviate from all things me for a moment, when the spirit moves me.

so, let’s talk a bit about the man known as nilsson.

harry nilsson recorded 18 studio albums between 1966 and 1980 (if you count a few movie soundtracks he composed that were made up of original material). and yet most people who know harry, if they know him at all, remember him either for the two biggest hits he had, which he didn’t even write himself — “without you” (a badfinger song) and “everybody’s talkin” (written by fred neil) — or the songs he wrote that were hits in the hands of others (three dog night scored with “one”, the monkees had big hits with “cuddly toy” and “daddy’s song”, and on and on).

it seems like some sort of cosmic joke that for a songwriter with the voice and talent harry had, the most success he ever experienced was with songs that weren’t his own, and the songs of his that were monster hits only made it big after being commercialized and sung by other acts.

before we get in too deep, just so you know, this is not aiming to be a biographical be-all and end-all. between wikipedia and other online resources, you can learn about more than just the broad outlines of harry’s life, and it’s been written about by people who have probably done a far more efficient job than i would. these are just some thoughts and impressions. and yes, i will regurgitate some biographical information (broadly…i’m just going to keep using variations on the word “broad” until someone kicks me), but it will be given a decidedly johnny-esque spin. because i am self-absorbed and disjointed. well, yeah! come on! whose blog have you been reading lately anyway?

as it happens, the very, very best online resource by far for all things harry-related is right over HERE. i recommend investigating that site if you have a few hours to kill and an interest in harry’s music. there are a ton of rarities over there, excerpts from books, videos, interviews (both in print and in audio form), reminiscences…on it goes. i’ve heard and seen things over there i thought i’d only ever be able to guess about, from obscure commercial spots to radio interviews.

right. so. harry was born in brooklyn, new york, in 1941. according to most sources, his father abandoned the family when harry was 3, which i imagine had more than a bit of an effect on young harry. he would later end up doing more or less the same thing to his first wife and child.

only, she wasn’t his first wife.

for years, no one really knew that harry was married for a short time before diane nilsson (who has been referred to as his “first wife” for decades now) came into the picture.

“1941”, a song on pandemonium shadow show — and one harry considered his songwriting breakthrough — goes like this:

well in 1941, a happy father had a son
and by 1944, the father walked right out the door
and in ’45, the mom and son were still alive
but who could tell in ’46 if the two were to survive?

well, the years were passing quickly
but not fast enough for him
so he closed his eyes through ’55
and he opened them up again
when he looked around, he saw a clown
and the clown seemed very gay
and he said, “i’d like to join that circus clown and run away”

well, he followed every railroad track
and every highway sign
and he had a girl in each new town
and the towns he’d left behind
and the open road
was the only road he knew
but the colour of his dreams
were slowly turning into blue

then he met a girl
the kind of girl he wanted all his life
she was soft and kind and good to him
so he took her for a wife
and they got a house not far from town
and in a little while
the girl had seen the doctor
and she came home with a smile

now in 1961, a happy father had a son
and by 1964, the father walked right out the door
and in ’65, the mom and son were still around
but what will happen to the boy
when the circus comes to town?

not many people can marry a catchy melody and a bouncy tune to lyrics that do such a succinct job of painting a picture of abandonment and the cycle of continuing abandonment it often creates. harry made it seem as natural as breathing. the circus references could be a metaphor for music and the appeal of the open road, or maybe a shout-out to his paternal grandparents, who were swedish circus performers/acrobats. change the 1960s to the early 1970s and it might as well be straight autobiography.

but we’re getting a bit ahead of the plot here.

to help support the family, harry dropped out of school in the ninth grade to work odd jobs. there was a stint at the paramount theater. when the paramount closed, he got a job at a bank, lying that he was a high school graduate. his employers learned the truth at some point, but liked him so much they decided to keep him on with the caveat of a year-long “probationary” period, after which he became a regular long-term employee.

harry worked at the bank at night and pursued a musical career during the day. he got most of his initial work writing songs for other artists, though he would sometimes have to transpose the songs down several steps to accommodate someone else’s vocal range. not a lot of singers had as wide and elastic a vocal range as harry did.

he released some singles of his own under different names, but most of them sunk without a trace. the tower records label signed harry to a brief recording contract and released a collection of songs called spotlight on nilsson, revealing a remarkable voice that hadn’t quite discovered what it wanted to say yet. it didn’t sell or attract much attention, and though harry’s songs were being recorded by the likes of glen campbell and fred astaire, he kept his bank job.

in 1966 harry signed to RCA victor, and pandemonium shadow show was released in 1967. this was his first fully-formed full-length artistic statement. it didn’t set the charts aflame, but it got some serious critical praise and won him some powerful fans — not least among them the beatles, who named him as their favourite artist at a press conference.

harry told a story about getting a phone call early one morning from john lennon, who said, “harry. it’s john. i just wanted to tell you your album’s fuckin’ great.” the next week, on the same day, at the same time, there came a call from paul mccartney, who said the same thing, minus the profanity. when the next week rolled around, harry combed his hair, showered, and got dressed, waiting for a call from ringo.

it never came. but two out of four beatles ain’t too shabby.

the album revealed not only a skilled craftsman, but one with a jaw-dropping vocal range — not just in terms of the notes he could hit, but the places he could take his voice, tonally and emotionally, overdubbing himself into a veritable choir or leaving the voice naked and unadorned depending on the needs of the song.

without her (from “pandemonium shadow show” (c) 1967)

there’s no way that should work. but it does, and it’s somehow perfect — at once silly and beautiful.

that was harry, in a nutshell.

i’m not sure he ever really settled into full-on sobriety, but he did settle down for the most part, preferring to spend time with his family and tinker with music when it suited him, with no grand plans to release anything more to the world at large.

all of that changed in the early 1990s, when he learned his financial advisor had embezzled his life savings of $5 million. as harry put it: “i went to sleep financially secure, and woke up with $300 in the bank”.

cindy sims served little more than one year in prison before being released. she never made restitution. harry found himself with a mountain of debt, and had no choice but to declare bankruptcy and return to music, hoping to generate some revenue. the stress contributed in large part to a massive heart attack he suffered in 1993.

harry survived. but he must have realized he was nearing the end. he tried to work with RCA to put together a 3-disc compilation of his best material to reintroduce himself to the world and get some money coming in. RCA again vetoed most of his ideas and asked him to trim his selections down to 2 CDs. same as it ever was.

while it remains the best compilation to pick up for someone new to harry’s world, since it does cover a pretty good amount of musical ground and manages to touch on both the hits and some key deep album tracks, personal best as it was released (and as it still exists) didn’t end up reflecting his intentions at all. maybe it was RCA’s revenge for all the hoops he made them jump through back in the 70’s.

on a somewhat random note, for years i wondered about the live performance of “without you” with ringo starr and one of his seven million “all-starr” bands in 1992 at caesar’s palace. as far as i could tell, it was the last proper public performance of any kind harry ever gave. there’s footage of him lip-syncing a few songs on spanish television from around this time, and the disparity between how unhealthy he looks and the sound of his younger self on the playback is a little unsettling. but that isn’t a true live performance, as any major dude will tell you.

most written accounts say todd rundgren had to handle the high notes that night harry was singing with ringo. when i found a bootleg recording, i learned it wasn’t so. todd may be singing harmonies somewhere in there, but that’s harry singing lead.

the song is transposed two full steps down to the key of C. it makes for a difficult listen. it’s not that harry’s singing is godawful or anything. of course you’re not going to be able to sing the same way when you’re 51 as you did when you were 30 — unless you’re roy orbison.

it’s just that this is a guy who once had one of the most beautiful voices in all of music, and now he can’t come close to scaling those heights that once seemed so easy to touch. so instead of the chorus being powerful, it sounds like he’s destroying what’s left of his voice in order to try and hit the high notes. at the same time, there’s a tattered sort of dignity about it. that he would even have the audacity to try, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sing it like he used to…that takes guts.

feeling time was short, harry decided this was his last chance at getting his music heard. he felt he had a few albums worth of material still left in him. he would play live, if people wanted him to. he would do whatever it took to reconnect with his audience.

he began working on an autobiography and a new album, with mark hudson producing. from the few songs that have leaked out into the world, it sounds like it could be pretty good, assuming we ever get to hear however much of it was finished. there’s a weathered charm to harry’s wizened voice, he was as witty as ever, and he could still whistle with the best of them

the day he finished the vocal tracks in 1994, he had another heart attack in his sleep. that time he didn’t wake up. he was 52. the album, given a working title of papa’s got a brown new robe (there’s a harry album name if ever there was one), remains unreleased, save for two songs that snuck out on a promotional CD.

as is usually the case, harry has experienced something of a resurgence following his death. he still isn’t quite a household name, but his songs show up in movies pretty often. someone came up with the corpse-raping idea to incorporate “coconut” into a coke commercial in the most asinine way possible. a documentary about harry’s life and music, who is harry nilsson (and why is everbody talkin’ about him?), was made a few years ago, and everything i’ve read about it indicates that it’s well done and was made by people who had their hearts in the right place.

one glaring omission from the more than thirty people interviewed for the film is ringo starr. while he didn’t call harry that fateful month back in the 1960’s when paul and john were praising him, ringo became one of his closest friends, even buying him and his family a new house when everything went to hell near the end.

it would be great to learn more about how these two formed such a tight bond, and the adventures they shared. but ringo isn’t talking. he still feels too close to it all, and too wounded by harry’s death.

“it’s in my heart,” ringo has said. “and that’s where it’s going to stay.”

you have to respect a man who’s still hurting from the passing of one of his best friends and chooses to keep his memories to himself, though i think it would make for some interesting reading if, say, one day ringo wrote a book about his life and touched on his relationship with harry.

(if you’re reading, ringo, do it! do it while you still can! write that book!)

i think the main reason he wasn’t a larger star during his lifetime, and the reason he’s still somewhat under-appreciated today, is because harry couldn’t sit still creatively. you could grab two random albums from his oeuvre, and there’s an excellent chance they won’t sound much like they were made by the same person. while i think of that as a good thing, and something i look for in other artists, it doesn’t really translate to album sales and remaining popular with the masses. i guess that’s still true today, unfortunate as it is.

still, for anyone who’s open-minded and curious, there aren’t many discographies as interesting, surprising, enthralling, maddening, and sprawling as harry’s. i’d stay away from the compilations, since there are way too many of them to even know where to start. no single disc collection is ever going to sum harry up.

if i had to make a list of the “essential” albums for the uninitiated, it would look like this: pandemonium shadow show, aerial ballet, nilsson schmilsson, son of schmilsson, a little touch of schmilsson in the night, pussy cats, sandman, and knnillssonn. harry and nilsson sings newman are right up there too, and anyone who likes harry would probably end up getting those before long.

in short, i couldn’t make a list. harry is list-proof. even the somewhat subpar stuff is kind of essential to understanding who he was and what made him tick. some of the albums are available on two-fer reissues, though at this point there are so many different releases of any given album — some remastered, some not — it’s difficult to know what to grab.

the best thing to do is probably just jump in, and see where you end up.

here’s harry at his very best, performing solo in 1971 for the BBC. it’s a very rare performance, and not something i ever thought i’d get to see. i didn’t even think tapes of it survived. but evidently if it exists somewhere and it has to do with harry, the people over at the for the love of harry blog are going to dig it up sooner or later. good on them. i think harry should come back to life and do a one-man show here at mackenzie hall. i’d be first in line to see that.

(of course, in typical harry fashion, what seems to be a live performance really isn’t. he played to no one but the film crew and edited in unrelated audience footage after the fact. what a guy.)

hairy dude in the hall.

holy shit, batman. last night was insane. i haven’t felt so exhausted since…well, i can’t even remember. but there’s bad exhausted, when you just feel like garbage, and then there’s good exhausted, where you feel like you accomplished something and “earned” your exhaustion. this is definitely the second kind.

let me give a little preamble to set the stage for how completely my expectations were obliterated, and what a ridiculous success the whole thing was, in the face of the very real possibility that it could have been a complete disaster.

i asked a bunch of people what they thought about my idea for the show a month or two before it was scheduled to happen. pretty much no one whose opinion i asked thought it was a good idea. some of them said in no uncertain terms, “you CAN’T do that. you’re going to fail.” playing twice as much music than is customary when a local act plays a live show was a bad idea. not charging a cent for anything was a really bad idea. having no opening act, no one else on the bill, and no other musicians to flesh out the sound was an especially bad idea.

i took some of this to heart for a little while, before deciding i didn’t really care about getting a larger draw from having a sparkly opening act, and i couldn’t for the life of me think of anyone who would (a) want to play for free and (b) make sense musically. in hindsight, i can now think of a few people who might have been up for it and fun to get involved, but at the time i was preparing for the show, i was at a loss.

i didn’t feel like i could play any less than an hour if i wanted to feel like i’d made anything approaching a valid musical statement. and it would feel wrong to cash in on the support i’ve received by saying, “well, the CDs have been free, but now you have to pay to come to this show.” if i was going to play a show that was all mine, the only way it made any sense to do it at all was to do it my way.

i put up some posters, told some people about the show, posted about it here, on spyspace, and on facebook. i probably could have promoted it more aggressively, but promotion is not really one of my strong suits. it makes me feel too much like a pimp.

a lot of friends spread the word, CJAM (always a source of incredible support) plugged the show a lot, dalson chen wrote a really nice article in the windsor star calling attention to it, murad wrote some really nice stuff promoting the show in the new issue of WAMM magazine, and some buzz seemed to build up, but i still realized there was a very real danger of not a lot of people showing up. lots of people say they’re coming out to something to be polite when they have no intention of coming, or they really do mean to come but something just comes up and prevents them from getting there.

buzz does not necessarily translate into a large audience. the fact that it’s an all-ages, alcohol-free show means some people who want to drink and prefer a bar atmosphere probably won’t come. it’s oscar night. there’s another show happening at phog at 9:00, which still gives people time to catch my show and then go there if they want to see both, but some might prefer to hang out at phog all night instead. some people disagree with the “everything is free for the taking” credo, and the way i go about things in general, to the point that they may not come out as a form of silent protest. i have no idea what kind of a draw i am, and this isn’t a place where people show up on a sunday anyway regardless of what’s going on. if you’re there, you’re there for one reason — to see the show.

i’ve also been trying to get over some sort of non-contagious viral throat infection or something over the past few weeks. it hasn’t effected my vocal range or tone, but the fact that there’s some pain there sometimes makes me reluctant to push too much, which leads to feeling like my voice is not at its most flexible. singing and talking seem to irritate whatever this thing is, and i wasn’t sure how well i would be able to sing or for how long, but i wanted to try my best. if the singing really wasn’t going well, i would at least be honest with the audience and explain why.

going into the show with this throat thing still not all the way gone didn’t do a whole lot to ease my anxiety.

in the days leading up to the show, i filled a huge cardboard box up with a bunch of copies of the last five proper full-length albums, and put together five “johnnybox” sets. all told, there were well over 200 CDs there. i figured maybe i would go through half of that at the most, and it would be convenient to have a bunch left over. we had a ton of bottled pop and coffee available too.

mackenzie hall is, it has to be said, an amazing place to play. the second we walked in at 5:00 pm when no one was there, but chairs were set up and the piano was ready…the hardwood floor glistening…i said out loud, “even if it really is a train wreck and i end up sucking horribly, it’ll still be fun. look at this place! this is beautiful!” rick (who tunes my piano) made sure the grand piano was tuned a few days before i played, at the behest of wise bob, and it sounded phenomenal. the acoustics of the space are phenomenal. the people who work there are phenomenal, and endlessly helpful.

for what it costs to rent the space for a night, and what you get, it kind of surprises me more musicians don’t consider playing shows there. i imagine the price might rise a bit if you’re not playing a free show, but i still think it would be a deal. that place is beautiful. i wish i’d captured some video of what it looked like walking in before anyone showed up. alas, i was distracted by the task at hand.

i had no idea how many people to expect, since no tickets were sold and i didn’t create a facebook event to gauge the number of “planned attendees”. a lot of people who said they were coming didn’t end up showing (or maybe in some cases they were there, and i just didn’t get the chance to see them). at about 6:30, there were maybe fifteen people there.

i figured it wouldn’t be so bad if only that many people ended up coming out for the show. might take some pressure off. might be fun. at the same time, i didn’t want to only have the first row of seats half-filled and end up with egg on my face. then all the people who told me i couldn’t do this sort of show would be able to say, “we told you it was a bad idea.”

by 7:00, i heard someone shout, “we need more chairs!” i started playing about ten minutes after the hour. lots of people actually came on time, which surprised me. more people came after that. by the time i was a few songs into the first set, i looked up to find the place was PACKED. sergio (a great guy who works at mackenzie hall and was a huge help all night) told me they started out with about 80 chairs set up, bumped it up to 120 when those were filling up too quickly, and before long most of those seats were full. there were also people standing in the back because a lot of the seats were taken. this means there were 150 people or more there at the peak of it all. there was no opening act, and no other entertainment. just me. so all these people showed up specifically to see me.

that is absolutely insane.

if everyone who said they were coming had been there, it would have turned into a radiohead song. you know the one. it involves sardines packed together in a crushed tin box. somewhere around 50 people i was expecting to see were not there at all, and i imagine i really did lose certain potential audience members by making the show all-ages, alcohol-free, and not having it happen in a bar. and yet the place was still packed. some people had to leave during the break after the first set for various reasons, but quite a few of them (probably around 100) stayed until the very end.

my box sets were gone before i even sang a note or announced to people they were available. before the end of the night, every single CD was gone, every single bottle of pop was empty, and the gigantic pot of coffee was completely exhausted. people listened. people applauded. when it was all over, people stood up and clapped their hands. i guess some folks call those things standing ovations. i call them surreal.

the whole thing was demented. i’ve never felt such an overwhelming sense of appreciation and communal goodness in a live music setting. i felt like people actually had a good time, and i did too.

i took on a ridiculous workload, with no one else to lean on musically and no safety net, and i didn’t fall flat on my face. i proved to myself that i can play a one-man show in a way that is comfortable for me, and i can pull it off. i did it the way i wanted to, and it wasn’t a train wreck after all.

i’m not thumbing my nose at the people who told me i was asking for trouble. i know at least some of them meant well, even if the whole “i was with you all along” thing where you pretend you were supporting me the whole time after the show is a success, when a few days ago you were pretty much telling me i was an idiot to do it this way…not cool. but there’s a certain amount of satisfaction in being told you can’t or shouldn’t do something, and then doing it anyway, and instead of having it end in embarrassment, it turns out to be a success.

in some bizarre ironic twist, somehow, this was maybe the least nervous i’ve ever been playing a show, when it was also probably the largest gamble i’ve ever taken with my music. i’m not quite sure how that happened, but there you go.

huge, huge thanks have to go out to travis for letting me use his p.a. system (which sounded like it was made for mackenzie hall), to jay zeman for doing a great job with the sound and taking a gigantic amount of stress off of my stress-bearing body parts (right away, he knew exactly the kind of ambiance that was needed and gave me just enough volume to hear myself well without the uber-sensitive ears being at all offended), to johnny smith for making sure everything ran smoothly and working the merch/refreshments table along with greeting people and getting the entire show on video (talk about multi-tasking), to adam peltier for being the very first person to show up (he drove all the way from chatham to be there) and one of the last to leave, to dalson chen for taking these pictures, to josh kolm for also getting most of the show on video, to everyone at mackenzie hall, and to everyone who came out.

the response was far, far beyond anything i was expecting in my wildest dreams…and i’ll seriously tell you about a dream i had that relates to this show in a little bit. i messed up all over the place and felt like an athlete out of shape, but my voice surprisingly enough didn’t let me down at all (after 90 minutes of full-on singing, i felt like i could have done more if i’d had another short break and some amphetamines, and i think the singing might have even become better and more dynamic as the show progressed, when it tends to work the other way as vocal fatigue sets in), and i ended up re-jigging the set list on the spot, throwing out songs i planned to play, pulling out songs i hadn’t rehearsed at all based on what people said they wanted to hear and what i felt like doing, and just kind of winging it.

i’m not sure i’ve had such a positive experience playing my own stuff live since back in high school. even then, it was never quite like this. in high school, you’re obligated to attend an assembly, especially when it gets you out of class for a period or two. in this case, no one was obligated to come at all. it’s a pretty cool feeling to look out into a gigantic sea of people and see at the same time a lot of friends, and a lot of faces you’ve never seen before in your life. and then to realize all these people are here to see you, for one reason or another. and then, on top of that, to have them applaud enthusiastically and laugh at your random banter.

it’s a gigantic cliché to say this, but you really could hear a pin drop in the place. i made the somewhat scary (and potentially dangerous) decision to sing one song a cappella with no musical accompaniment at all, and the silence in between the words was electrifying. that’s right! i’m pouring on the hyperbole! hell, the first song i sang included the word “hyperbole” in the lyrics. that could have been a train wreck right there, because it was designed as an open-ended vehicle for improvisation. but i think it turned out pretty well, and once that didn’t fall apart, i knew i was going to do alright.

i took some chances, and some things turned out better than others (“the sun is a red ball of lies tonight” doesn’t work as well in a solo live setting as it does on the album, while the spontaneous decision to add some percussive harmonic slaps to “knee-jerk howl” worked out pretty nicely, i thought)…but the unpredictability is kind of the fun of it all.

i’d scan and post my handwritten set list, but i think master peltier took it home as a memento, with my blessing. i hope he gets a few bucks for it on eBay or kijiji. you could call it “the set list that didn’t quite happen as it is written” and really turn some heads.

thanks (in addition to those already mentioned, and in no particular order) to bob ouellette, dr. sinclair, bree, amanda goodface, derek, sergio, joey ouellette, uncle brian, richard langlois jr., leesa, mary-lou gelissen, matt rideout, beverley irene anger, katie (my sister from another mister) and matt and nik and mary, murad and stefan (who, like many people, i didn’t get the chance to talk to), my old partner in musical mayhem gord thompson, adam fox, ryan fields, the nice girl with blonde hair who had to leave during the intermission, tara and jonathan, samantha, my partner in smoo, josh kolm and his friend whose name i can’t remember but who is a master behind the lens (i haven’t yet seen the footage they shot, but i have feeling it looks pretty cool), max, stephen hargreaves for suggesting mackenzie hall as a place to play…the list goes on.

thanks to everyone, for all of the support, all the people i’d never met before who said nice things, all the people who stayed home to watch the oscars (i know you’re out there!), everyone who wanted to be there but couldn’t make it for one reason or another, everyone who grabbed some CDs, the nice photographer fella who fixed the piano’s music stand for me, and on and on. i got to talk with some people during the break, but wish there had been time to do more mingling. i was up for more at the end, and some chatting did ensue for quite a while, but a lot of people had to leave when the music was over. sunday night and all, you know.

for those who were not there, or those who just want to revisit some witty piece of something i said about tree frogs, here is the entire show in sequence, minus a few bits of banter and the beginning of one song. the camera being used changed after “wait all morning” at the beginning of the second set, as you’ll see. the sound is better with the first camera (the trusty flip), but the second camera allows more closeups so you can see my exciting facial expressions and such. i also worked in as much of josh’s footage as i could, which probably features the best sound quality.

that grand piano is a beast. the audio doesn’t really do it justice. if you were there and you heard how that thing sounded in the room completely unamplified, you know what i mean. it didn’t make me want to trade in my piano (i still think my upright is pretty special), but man, is it ever nice to play a perfectly-tuned, beautiful real piano like that in a live setting, instead of the usual digital piano sounds. i could have just noodled around on that thing all night long. i found out it’s a yamaha S400 that cost about $60,000 when it was purchased back in the 1990s. not too shabby.

what impressed me, though, was coming home, immediately sitting down at my piano (which is not a grand, and cost nowhere near that amount of money), and discovering i didn’t feel like i’d moved down in the world. it takes a pretty spiffy upright piano to hold its own against a grand like that.

there are some songs i meant to get to that i kind of wish i’d played (chief among them a few possibly interesting covers, including a britney spears song, and a few CREATIVE NIGHTMARES tracks), and i missed a few requests because it didn’t look like the requestees were there. “requestees” is so a word, because i said so. shut up, firefox.

sadly, i did miss a few requests that i wanted to play for people who couldn’t be there…my apologies to maya and my sweet popsicle of smarf. i’ll just play private concerts in your homes for both of you to make up for the oversight. i also forgot to bring posters and my harmonica holder, though travis saved my arse there. why did i never think to type “arse” instead of “ass” until just now? it’s such a fun substitute.

thanks again to everyone who came out and was a part of it all. it’s surreal to feel so appreciated, but i appreciate the appreciation. hopefully the gratitude came across. that’s what the whole show was about, really. it was intended to be a giant thank-you to everyone who has supported the music, enjoyed CDs, given them to other people, used them as coasters, or whatever. when i did some rough calculations to figure out how much money might have been made if i’d charged even just admission at the door and still kept everything else free, it kind of frightened me. but i’m glad i stuck to my guns and did it my way, all the way. one of my missions in life is to keep money and my music as far away from each another as possible. i may even have to take out a restraining order someday. but we haven’t quite reached that point yet.

onward to the video action.

the original set list as i envisioned it looked something like this:

first set:

an avalanche in hell / analyze the oven
beneath the darkening sky
wait all morning (anna atkinson)
someday our children will give us names
water to town
knee-jerk howl
creepy crawly things
you’re missing (bruce springsteen)
i have the touch (peter gabriel)
stay (u2)
it’s okay
the cost of allowing yourself to remain living
wind chimes sing with her (travis reitsma)

BREAK

second set:

peculiar love
the sun is a red ball of lies tonight
blue cheese necklace
thief of idle breath
no reason to get out of bed / how these things tend to go
new oyster blues
i’ve got you under my skin (frank sinatra)
bent bird, broken wing
abandoned house burning down
a fine line between friendship and baked goods
revenge is sweet
excuse me, miss…where might i find a bandana like yours?
in my time of weakness

somewhere in there, i was going to work in “maya x 3”, “highest G”, the clone high theme song, and maybe throw “condensed journey of a tree” in there along with “take me home tonight” by eddie money. that’s right. eddie money, bitchez. i was iffy on the idaho song and didn’t think i would do it. i was tempted to do “wuthering heights” by kate bush and “be my baby” by the ronettes, but a lot of the covers ended up getting cut. a lot of the more uptempo material fell by the wayside as well. i was feeling the mellow vibe, or something.

as you’ll see, things didn’t exactly end up sticking to the script, and the order of things ended up shifting all over the place. there were instruments i didn’t end up getting to (the ukulele! the national resphonic! the lack of bluesy slide guitar! no!), but hopefully there was enough variety to keep it interesting. it was kind of fun going back and forth between two different areas to play different things. and i know i shouldn’t apologize when i make mistakes, because most of the time no one would know if i didn’t say anything, but i can’t help it. it’s a knee-jerk howl i can’t contain. i will eventually get around to giving the second set the same single-video treatment given to the first set, with the best footage and sound synchronized for maximum sex appeal.

LIVE AT MACKENZIE HALL (sunday, march 7th, 2010)

first set:

second set:

encore:

(thanks to larry girard for saving the day once again with the digitizing of the show’s second half)

some of the highlights, for me:

— the improvised percussion at the end of “someday our children will give us names” coming off better than i expected.

— the springsteen song, which i always wanted to try playing. even when i managed to completely forget the chords for the first part of the bridge section, it didn’t fall apart.

— “it’s okay”, which i think ended up inspiring some of my best singing of the whole night and came off better than i thought it would.

— every time i played that 1940s martin oo-17. holy richness. the other guitars trembled in awe on their stands.

— singing the a cappella u2 song and hearing dead silence between the words. in general, it was so quiet, when someone coughed it sounded like a thunderclap.

— singing travis’ song a lot better than i did a the green bean show.

— spontaneously getting people to sing along during the 7/4 section at the end of “revenge is sweet”.

— “no reason to get out of bed” not degenerating into a mess this time, unlike what happened when i played an opening set at the field assembly CD release show back in the summer.

there were some less magical moments as well, like the roughness of the completely unrehearsed “crustacean cancer survivor” and mucking up the end of “peculiar love” to cite just two examples. and i kind of wish i’d thought of more exciting things to play for the encore. i guess “a well-thought-out escape” made sense to close with, since, if i had a “hit”, that would probably be it (i love how tara cracks up when i make reference to that in my introductory spiel), but it seems like a bit of an odd version. whenever i’ve played it live before, i pretty much belt it out and hold notes at the end for a crazy long time. this version is more muted, without much in the way of belting. i was pretty spent by that point, so maybe it was a fitting comedown after all. who can say in these troubled times?

on the whole, i feel pretty good about the performance, warts and all. some people told me they actually enjoyed the fact that there were mistakes, because it made it feel more authentic and involving. score one for butterfingers! if only the camera had pulled back when i sat down before the encore so you could see the sitting ovation as it happened, and then more of the standing ovation at the very end. if only.

you thought i forgot about that dream i mentioned, didn’t you? but no. i was saving it for the right moment. a night or two before the show, i had a dream some middle-aged guy was complaining about how, if he was going to pay to see me play live, he wanted to hear all new material that hadn’t been released anywhere beforehand, so he would feel like he was getting his money’s worth. lady gaga explained to him that the show was free, and he was left flabbergasted, with nothing more to say.

who knew lady gaga would turn out to be the voice of reason?

on an unrelated note, what the hell happened to hawksley workman? that guy used to make some interesting, creative music. i’m really not feeling what he’s been up to since lover/fighter, though, where it felt to me like he jettisoned all the weirdness that made his music different and exciting in exchange for what sounded like a bid at more mainstream recognition.

i just heard a new song of his called “we dance to yesterday”, and unless it’s a piss-take on poppy stuff (which i don’t think it is), it’s…not encouraging. if i had a large european following and was invited to film a live showcase on bravo’s “live at the rehearsal hall” program, i would feel like i was on the right track with blazing my own idiosyncratic path, instead of following that up by trying to mold myself into someone more appealing to pop radio. then again, maybe hawksley just decided he wanted to try different things, and this is really the music he wants to make for himself…in which case it simply doesn’t do it for me. but if it makes him happy, it can’t be that bad, right? sheryl crow? bueller?

on another unrelated note, i haven’t seen tim burton’s take on “alice in wonderland” yet, but what the HELL was he thinking when he got avril lavigne to contribute the titular song to the soundtrack? talk about a mismatch. talk about wrong. talk about…dear god, make it stop!

these, my friends, are the painful things i think about in random moments of self-inflicted pop badness.

oh yeah — i almost forgot. i have a ton of posters leftover. if anyone wants one, let me know.

finally, LOVE SONGS FOR NIHILISTS is still in the top 20 on the CJAM charts. that’s three weeks in a row. i think that could be a new record for me.