This blog has featured Brad Mehldau quite a bit, and for good reason: he’s the goat. The piano goat. But who is the singer-songwriter, indie-grunge, acoustic guitar goat? Elliott Smith, of course. And sometimes, wonderfully, legends of different musical worlds crash into each other. This happened in LA in the late 90s when Brad went to an open mic and saw Elliott sing and play guitar. As he described to us Saturday night in Oakland, his mind was blown. Over the next five years, the two got to play together a few times (see below).
Last year, Brad released an album featuring Elliott’s music, something he says he long wanted to do. It’s a beautiful tribute; the arrangements are lush and full but never detract from Elliott’s melodies. For the album, Brad recruited the one and only Chris Thile to play mandolin and sing as well as Daniel Rossen on guitar + vocals, Felix Moseholm and John Davis play bass, and Matt Chamberlin (Pearl Jam!) on drums (and “screams” on “Everything Means Nothing to Me”).
Earlier this year, Brad announced that he would be doing a truncated tour behind the album. For the tour, he would be joined by Chris Thile, Matt Chamberlin, John Davis, Blake Mills on guitar (!), plus an orchestra conducted by Dan Coleman.
I have been a Chris Thile and Blake Mills fan since 2016-17ish. I was introduced to Chris when I went with a friend from WKCR to see the Punch Brothers at Rockwood Music Hall (RIP). It was pretty mind blowing, especially as someone who hadn’t seen a ton of bluegrass at that point. So, thank you, Charlie. I fell for Blake not long thereafter, first, via his album Heigh Ho. I love love love “If I’m Unworthy” and “Don’t Tell Your Friends About Me.” Such cool, interesting, genre-bending songs. Great guitar tones + lines, and I also love his style of singing. Zach described it once as “pushing” words out which I think is spot on.
This super group would visit LA, Oakland, Portland, OR, and Groton, MA. As alluded to in my previous post, I live in New York (Prospect Heights, Brooklyn aka heaven on earth, to be precise). Ugh. I figured I would take the L on this one, but then my concert-committed, jazz-loving, cool CA-based mom asked if I would consider flying out for the Oakland show (and long weekend with fam). Side-note: my parents were introduced to Elliott via this album and have since become big fans which I love. My mom recently sent a pic of Sweet Adeline sheet music; she’s learning it on piano. Of course, I will and have traveled for shows. Lesser shows included. I would be there.
My sweet family and I had dinner in Oakland at Pomet before the show. It was tasty, although the vibes kind of made me miss BK. Contrary to stereotypes re Californians and NYers, I find people much more friendly and open in NY (BK especially). Bay Arians (?) are of a cooler temperament. And I like talking to people. I like people generally, in fact, which doesn’t seem to be the universal vibe in SF these days.
Anyways, somewhat surprisingly given our accumulative years in the Bay + frequent concert attendance, none of us had been to the Paramount. It’s absolutely gorgeous. Art-deco with spectacularly high ceilings and gold painted intricately carved wooden walls. It reminded me a bit of the glory of King’s Theatre in Flatbush, but it’s much narrower theatre which definitely is better for the sound. I felt much anticipation seeing Blake’s guitars (including a really gorgeous sunburst red hollow body Gibson).
The band + orchestra basically played the entire album! For “I Better Be Quiet Now,” it was just Brad + the orchestra at first. Brad’s treatment of that song is so incredible. The solo-piano moments were some of my favorites. His intense familiarity with these songs and their melodies is obvious. Hearing him weave in and out and all around Elliott’s songs is special. For me, the highlights were I Better Be Quiet Now, Between the Bars, The White Lady Loves You More, Color Bars, and (the encore) Son of Sam.
Two songs made me weepy. I Better Be Quiet Now and Thirteen (the only non-ES cover). I love Thirteen so much. I think it is one of the most tender, heartfelt, gorgeous songs . I love Elliott’s version, and also the Bedouine led trio + Wilco versions. (See below!) And I love the Big Star original! Brad’s version was stunning, heart-breaking. Entirely melody driven and true to the song. Not that jazz-y (tbh none of the show/album was/is, and I am glad about that, no shade to jazz, obviously).
For me, the show was really about the music, a true tribute to how special these songs are/Elliott’s songwriting is. But, of course, the band was wonderful. Chris Thile absolutely shredded on Southern Belle. And, throughout, watching him listen in ecstasy to Brad playing these songs was a glorious experience unto itself. Blake added really cool noise to a lot of the songs and also sang harmonies. Matt Chamberlin was noticeably incredible, tight as hell. It was also interesting to hear Brad play with a non-jazz drummer. Jazz drumming is so specific. This was a different experience in a cool way.
Grateful! Grateful I made it out west, and for my family and for Brad and the band and the orchestra.
I recently found myself on my couch late on a Friday night texting my friend about our Tumblr eras (and accidentally bailing on prior plans). Shortly thereafter, I discovered that this blog still exists and was linked to my old tumblr (which sadly is extinct). I began reading my old posts. The nostalgia was real and intense and pretty fun (side-note: nostalgia is actually one of the all-time best feelings, but it doesn’t get the credit it deserves, imho). I’ve always been a delinquent journal keeper despite liking writing. I think keeping a journal is valuable, but it has never felt entirely authentic to me. But I did love this blog, and I do love talking, thinking, and writing about music. I realized these old posts are the closest I’ve come to keeping a record of my life. I felt compelled to return! So here I am.
It was obvious that my first post back had to be about the new Phoebe Bridgers album. Spotify has informed me that, in the past three weeks, I have listened to well over 2,500 minutes of music/week (about 500 more minutes than typical for me, I think), and this is largely due to and dominated by Lost Weekend, the spectacular, intricate, devastating, otherworldly, long anticipated new album from Phoebe. According to Spotify, just this last week, I’ve listened to “Bobby” 27 times. I’d call this a review (as is standard in music blogger parlance), but I’m calling it a Rhapsody because I am excited just to gush for a bit.
a little obsessive ?
In reviewing my prior posts, I realized that I fell for Phoebe after this blog petered out. So some recap: I knew of her in college and especially liked Funeral and Waiting Room, but I became infatuated during the pandemic and with the release of Punisher. I was obsessed with her songwriting and especially her tendency to exit and re-enter narratives. (e.g., you called me from a payphone / they still got payphones / it cost a dollar a minute / to tell me you’re getting sober / and you wrote me a letter or hey, why do you sing with an English accent? / I guess it’s too late to change it now).
For one, these non-sequitur type thoughts are funny (Phoebe is, in fact, very funny), and this really is how our buzzy human brains operate. These observations are reminiscent of our strange, ego-oriented internet social media era, and feel contemporary and authentic. I like how she notices the little thoughts that flit across our consciences. It’s very buddhist of her, tbh. Plus, I think artists that have strong awareness of / fascination with their own egos tend to be the most interesting (yes, talking about our boy BD, how’d you know). And I loved her detailed imagery and specific references (shower beers, John Lennon etc.). I was teaching internet yoga classes at the time and loved playing her songs towards the end of class. So many of them strike me as a meditation on a story, a narrative surrounded by commentary and detail and fragmented memory…
In October 2021, I saw her at the Greek in Berkeley (likely my favorite venue in the world, as has been noted on this blog). It was very good and felt like a satisfying cap on the pandemic and all that listening.
Just a few months before that show, I saw Perfume Genius in Big Sur at the Henry Miller library. The library is classic old CA hippie vibes. It’s surrounded by a gorgeous old redwood grove where small outdoor concerts take place. It was a cool show, but my most vivid memory is driving north on highway 1 in the foggy pitch-black night after the show and listening through Stranger in the Alps. As those who have driven that stretch of 1 know, it’s a combo of beauty and terror. It is undeniably one of the most majestic stretches of highway in the world — the mountains meet the sparkling pacific ocean which extends endlessly and feels close enough to touch. But it’s also terrifying, even if you’ve driven it plenty (I have!). There is no guardrail, and you are very close to a sheer cliff (would def die from the drop), and the road is very windy. And what is mostly majestic by day becomes mostly spooky in the pitch black, especially when it’s foggy.
I think there are moments in life that serve specific music and help you absorb + understand it in a new way. Sometimes it’s inexplicable, sometimes it’s obvious. This actually felt quite literal. To me, that album is about growing up and being afraid of new adult feelings and of the future. It feels like driving a windy dark road etched into the side of the mountain. Sheer cliff and fear of death included. Actually . . . maybe this is abstract? Regardless, it’s a vivid Phoebe memory.
These 2020-2022 Phoebe memories are tied up with the relationship I was in at the time. It was challenging, and I was struggling. Phoebe’s lyrics about difficult prior relationships were somewhat helpful, although I was very resistant to unpacking why certain lines resonated. Interestingly, this ex loved Phoebe, and we bonded over her music and saw her together three times. We broke up not long after the Berkeley show, and suddenly every song was about longing. We got back together six months later and listening to Phoebe together again was ecstatic . . . for maybe three months. During that golden little window, we saw her in Paso Robles at a beautiful winery, a small venue for her. It was a truly spectacular show. Christian Lee Hutson opened and played a sensitive and lovely set. Then Phoebe and her band took the stage and played a longg set, most of both albums. She was joyful and engaged a lot with the crowd. It was a full moon, and we stayed in a canvas tent in the middle of some guy’s farm. It was pure California – dry golden rolling hills etc. We shared a bottle of red wine, and it was perfect until it wasn’t. I never understood why or how, but sometimes, out of nowhere, this ex would become a stone wall. The next day, I drove us back to San Francisco, him in a dark cloud in the passenger seat. I tried to appease and fix, but eventually gave up and just listened to the music and drove. When that relationship ended for good, I was worried Phoebe’s music would feel tainted. It didn’t. Many of the songs were empowering in new ways, and they all felt like mine.
Wait wasn’t this supposed to be a Lost Weekend album review?
In May of this year (after three years of no touring and six of no new solo music) Phoebe suddenly announced a show in a small town in New Mexico. I came close to buying a plane ticket, but practiced self control. I eagerly read every bit of news about the shows. New songs! Album coming?!
I was in bed in a rented house in Sonoma when my friend texted me that she was playing MSG, a major escalation. This was also when I realized Phoebe is now, in fact, extremely famous. Evidently against the odds, I won tickets. I immediately booked the red eye back to new york. It was just her and Christian Lee Hutson on acoustic guitar (later also Nick White on keys). They sat side by side on a slouchy, 70s style sofa. It felt intimate, quasi sacred. This was certainly aided by the phone ban. Everyone was locked in, my friend and I included, obviously. I was so excited to hear the new songs and also nervous I wouldn’t like them.
We assumed she would open with motion sickness. She played with us a bit, but then she did in fact play a beautiful, tender, acoustic version of the song (not entirely unlike the demo but maybe even slower+sparser). Then, insane turn of events, she went right into waiting room (!!) which fucked me up. The first two new songs were “Lost Boys” and “Kill Me.” Honestly, at this point, I was not sure. In my heart, I wanted her to play a bunch of old faves. It had been three years! Then she played “Still Standing.” I really loved it. She also played “I Can’t Wait,” “Other Plans,” “Haunted,” “Lost Weekend,” and “As Above.” Of the new songs, my favorite that night, on first listen, was “As Above.” I loved the haunting, beautifully simple chord progression immediately. And then the bridge totally tore me up. I loved how the song opened up and broke apart and came back together. Live, she absolutely sang the shit out of it. In a way, the show felt like two shows. Hearing the new songs for the first time live and acoustic was exciting but also a bit disorienting. I was trying so hard to absorb them, but that’s hard for me to do on first listen. On the other end of the spectrum was graceland too. She had the crowd solidly in the palm of her hand. The lighters came out (I guess it was lucky for the phone free show that smoking is cool again?), and it was truly very sweet. She closed with I know the end, and we all had a good yell.
Later that night, I felt grateful but also immense desire to immediately listen to the new songs again. Bits and pieces were floating around my head. I kept wanting to remember things and failing. Not too long thereafter, she released “Lost Boys” which might be my least favorite track on the album. Not that it’s bad. Although I think the horns on the chorus are awful, and I don’t like the production much generally and especially not on the chorus. The bridge is beautiful though and makes me a little weepy. In a twin bed where all will be forgiven in an instant / hands in each other’s hair / we are born again. Very innocent, tender, vulnerable etc. Overall, though, I was a little disappointed. But I felt reassured knowing that there were new songs I had liked better at the MSG show. I would be patient and wait for the album.
But then she said we would have to wait until August 14th! That felt interminable. Luckily, it was summer, and I was back in ny, plenty to do. And so the day came. Actually, my friend Erin and I journeyed to Jersey City the Tuesday before the Thursday night drop to hear the album early and see the “lost weekend planetarium experience.” This was another phone free event and was sweet in every way. Fun to journey to Jersey (love Jersey), and the crowd was wholesome and lovely. The laser show was dreamy and cool, but I was so overwhelmed and ecstatic about how much I l o v e d the album. It was better than I even imagined – so deep and heartfelt lyrically and lush and dynamic sonically. It was deeply satisfying especially to hear still standing again. That + lost weekend reprise made me cry but for most of the show I had the biggest goofy grin. I was definitely down bad.
The rhapsody portion of this. Phoebe has undeniably grown as an artist – as a producer, singer, and songwriter. I recently re-watched her 2017 NPR tinydesk concert and was struck by how much stronger her voice is now. Of course she is naturally gifted and has a beautiful and distinctive voice, but LW has some vocal moments and notes that sound sturdy and confident and impress in a new way. The vocals are boosted by some incredible collaborators. Caroline Shaw, most obviously, who is able to do very cool and crazy things with her voice. I also really like some of the weird Alex G muttered vocals – very industrial and cool sounding.
Bo Burnham, imo, comes off well on LW. First, Bobby is undeniably one of the best tracks on the record. If Bobby had been the single, I would not have worried about not liking the album. Phoebe is in love, and this is a great love song – open-hearted, excited, hopeful. This could be the end of wanting is a beautiful sentiment, and it’s bolstered by its uncertainty. Frankly, I am skeptical of certainty when it comes to love songs (or discussions of love generally), just too many unknowns in life, but being open to / wondering if a relationship is forever is wonderful. It’s also more grounded in the present which I like. Bo’s vocals are fantastic, too. They sound good together. Also awesome: lots of good guitar tones – metallic and condensed in a cool way, good drums, good banjo (fuck yea banjo). It’s so crazy + fun that Mike Kinsella and Justin Broadrick play guitar on this. (sidenote – insane number of collaborators on this album. I made the below playlist which includes songs from the whole crew.)
Not traveling in order, but I love “the outside.” Thematically, it sets up a lot of the album. Much of the album is about fame and the trippy refraction of watching yourself through the eyes of others. Screaming my ending fist in the air / you were there / but I was on the outside / watching / I am on the outside / watching. And I love the sonic contrasts in the song, the duality. This music is so much better and more interesting than most of the other music being made lately (sorry everyone else). I think the dual sonic vibes also foreshadow the rest of the album well – between guitar / strings oriented songs and more electronic moments. Kill me is not one of my favorite tracks, but I will shout out the upright bass which sounds awesome,
The governor’s waltz is one of my favorites musically but less exciting to me lyrically than some of the others. I love the guitar part. It is simply so pretty. And the recording + production is perfect – beautiful guitar string sounds and harmonies. I think the mandocello has to be key. There are a few cool moments on the record where Phoebe does a madrigal type word painting. On this one, I love the dancing ourselves clean lcd reference and the little dance-y thumping bass that fades in and out. Very playful and onomatopoetic. She does the exact same thing on I cant wait (dancing with my understudy cues the bass), and it’s great.
This is a no skip album (okay, I sometimes skip lost boys). I love listening through, and I think this is a huge credit to how good the engineering and production is. The levels are perfect, and it is very pleasant to listen through the whole album even though some of the tracks are pretty unique (e.g., haunted and never going back! vs. other plans and as above). It all works so well. I love it all.
I think still standing is the emotional zenith and heart of the album. It is very vulnerable and raw songwriting – heart on sleeve. It’s devastating, but musically it sounds pretty hopeful – notes resolve, etc. The plucked viola is gorgeous. But, ugh. You’re back to the ocean, burning red / I can’t imagine you dead / but you are every day / thank you for everything. Every time, my heart’s in my throat. This song has left me thinking a lot about the fear and anxiety I have about losing people I love. It’s helped and hurt. On one hand, I am more afraid of the pain she sings about — waking up every day and re-remembering the loss. But, also, the song is hopeful and suggests that there is healing and peace to be found.
I actually really love other plans into I cant wait. And lost parade is a cool transitional moment. I loved other plans the minute I heard it. I love the repetition and single note melody. It’s so dreamy and delicate. I think the vocal is very cool too – repressed or faded in an interesting way. And then, I can’t wait, which to me is just ecstatic and fantastic in every way. It was one of my favorites at the planetarium. I love the cam vocal and the build. It’s a very good almost end of album track. Love, also, that Conor plays harmonica. Glad he’s still around. When I heard the harmonica in that song for the first time at the planetarium I literally gasped and gripped Erin’s hand in excitement (vestige of lob nylan). This song is also a testament to how this album manages to do a lot but avoids songs sounding too busy or crowded (same w/ bobby). There are always moments of space – both in the album and in every song.
I think as above is very Phoebe. It really captivated me when she played it at MSG, and I am excited to hear her sing it again live. Also, all the piano on the record sounds incredible. This song weirdly reminds me so much of strawberry fields (s/o name of this blog). I felt slightly vindicated when Phoebe released her “summer playlist” and included strawberry fields which suggested it is at least somewhat on her mind. Can relate. It’s on my mind pretty often.
Lost weekend reprise kills me every time. I found it devastating at the planetarium, and I still feel same after all the listening. You love me and I won’t ever let you forget / not yet. Ending the album with this kind of fragment (lyrically and musically with the little mic drop) is such a move. Much of the record feels in progress – grief, healing, love, pain. This last track seems to say “no, I haven’t figured it all out” and acknowledges that we are all works in progress. It’s very honest. It’s also an ever so slightly unsatisfying ending which I am 1000% sure is intentional and feels very Phoebe. She is not the type of artist who just gives her fans exactly what they want. Tbh, the best never do.
I can’t wait to listen to this album even more. I am so happy it exists. And I am excited for the future meanings and discoveries I will find within it.
Directed by concert-filming genius Martin Scorsese The Last Waltz is a lively and emotional look into The Band’s farewell show at Winterland in San Francisco. And what a show it was. Bill Graham, San Francisco legend, booked the show and brought together many of music’s finest to perform together. He also allegedly is the reason the show was filmed. Dylan protested the filming of the final few numbers, but Graham frustratedly exclaimed, “This is history! We’re filming.” Basically thank god for Bill Graham. And thank god for Scorsese who has the unique ability to rig up a concert hall with enough cameras to make the show come alive on screen. He brings a unique dynamism to concert films (see my review on Scorsese’s Rolling Stones documentary Shine a Light). Like in Shine a Light, the film is primarily concert footage interspersed with some interviews with members of…
First of all the name. Wilco gets some credit for the amusing self-deprecation. The name was likely intended to lighten the mood of the album. Tweedy’s lyrics are emotional and personal, more so than any recent Wilco and maybe ever. Consider these lines from the first song on the album “Normal American Kids:”Oh, all of my spirit leaked like a cut / I knew what I needed would never be enough / I was too high to change my bid / Always afraid to be a normal american kid.” Themes of childhood, growing up, and trying to be happy are present lyrically throughout the album. In this way the album feels quite introspective and honest.
Musically, I found the album a bit boring. Largely acoustic, the songs all sound pretty similar. I didn’t find it as artistically interesting as Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (an aside: YHF is one of the 20ish CDs I keep in my car which only plays CDs, so I listen to it and love it a lot.) Schmilco is super mellow and great easy listening but lacks enough musical variation to really capture the listener’s attention. Locator (9th song on the record) gets kinda noisy towards the end which lends a bit of interest.
Regardless of my quibbles the album is worth listening to if not at least for the title. He makes fun of “We Are the World” in track 11, “We Aren’t the World (Safety Girl)” which made me laugh a little. With songs like that, the album title, and the amusing album art we can’t really be sure how serious Wilco is taking themselves right now which I kinda like. But also the lyrics are sometimes quite serious so I’m not sure what to make of everything.
Okay this is a pretty mediocre review, but I have to write a paper.
This evening I attended a small show held in a poorly ventilated Columbia suite. I’m complaining about the heat, but in reality I’ve been to house shows back in San Francisco that were FAR hotter and sweatier.
There’s really nothing like seeing music in a tiny little room of your friends; however, I am a first year student and truly know nobody beyond the friend I went with. It wasn’t like back home in San Francisco where I usually know the SF punk-house-show-goers. Or I suppose I used to when I was still with my ex. He was super involved in the SF scene and still is.
Regardless of our newness and semi loneliness (we did later make some friends at the show!!) we had a lovely time. We saw three bands play and enjoyed them all. We saw Kathryn Agatha play first. She had a great voice and presence–really glow/dream pop-y. We liked her.
Next we saw Maxy and the Beefcakes who were without doubt my favorite. The singer had a totally dope pop punk voice and his lyrics were witty and absurd. In this way they very much reminded me of Joyce Manor–one of my all time favorite bands (just realized I’ve never written anything about them on here! what the hell! I will soon.). Highlights of the set included a song about Selena Gomez. The Beefcakes also had excellent bass guitar parts (especially bass). I really enjoyed their fun little riffs. Definitely was bobbing my head around quite a lot!
Lastly we saw Drug Bug which felt very The World is a Beautiful Place and I Am No Longer Afraid to Die-esque to me. (Sidenote: I’ve yet to write about TWIABP as well which is truly a travesty given how much they’ve moved me as a band and advanced my musical taste). In all honesty Drug Bug wasn’t nearly as interesting musically or aesthetically as TWIABP which is a fucking 15 part band, but they certainly held their own and had a good sound.
And so my friend and I are hoping to get involved further with Rare Candy (the music publication that hosted the show), and to ultimately write for the magazine and/or take photos. Big thanks to them for hosting such a cool event.
Directed by concert-filming genius Martin Scorsese The Last Waltz is a lively and emotional look into The Band’s farewell show at Winterland in San Francisco. And what a show it was. Bill Graham, San Francisco legend, booked the show and brought together many of music’s finest to perform together. He also allegedly is the reason the show was filmed. Dylan protested the filming of the final few numbers, but Graham frustratedly exclaimed, “This is history! We’re filming.” Basically thank god for Bill Graham. And thank god for Scorsese who has the unique ability to rig up a concert hall with enough cameras to make the show come alive on screen. He brings a unique dynamism to concert films (see my review on Scorsese’s Rolling Stones documentary Shine a Light). Like in Shine a Light, the film is primarily concert footage interspersed with some interviews with members of The Band.
The film opens with the charismatic lead guitarist and singer Robbie Robertson discussing and slightly lamenting The Band’s 16 year touring stint; they’re tired and ready for the end. Then we see The Band absolutely shred their greatest hits. Levon Helm is so incredibly soulful while Robertson is playful and fun. Shape I’m In, The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, Evangeline (sung with the ever wonderful Emmylou Harris), and Ophelia were highlights, but The Weight (The Staples) decidedly stole the show. After they finish the song one of the backup singers is caught on camera whispering “beautiful” barely into the mic proving that once again music is magic.
The best parts of the film though are likely the numbers featuring an impressive array of guest stars. Neil Young joins The Band onstage to sing Helpless while Joni Mitchell waits in the wings singing backup vocals. The song lends itself to an ensemble and sounds beautiful. Then Joni joins The Band onstage for an energetic and pitch perfect performance of Coyote which lends itself less to an ensemble cast but nonetheless is a treat. Muddy Waters and Eric Clapton both join The Band to perform (wonderfully) their own songs. Van The Man joins them later for an all star performance of Caravan which he totally sings the shit out of. Van works the crowd (and the band) and steals the show. I will admit that I am a lover of Van Morrison but had never really seen him perform and was distracted by his rather rodent like appearance.
And then . . . drumroll . . . BOB DYLAN! The Band gave Dylan the well deserved honor of closing out the show. Dylan comes on in what first appears to be a pink fedora but out of the light is white. He starts off with his signature blank stare and frown, but he warms up surprisingly quickly. He begins to smile at the members of The Band and even the audience. The glint in his eye is obvious; he’s having fun. I’d actually never seen our sultry poet look so happy performing, and it made me really really happy. In Dylan’s autobiography, Chronicles pt. 1, he talks about not enjoying performing and being self conscious especially when he was younger. I think that being onstage with other well known and wonderful musicians gave him the space to enjoy performing. Dylan gives a show stopping performance of Forever Young and then jams out with The Band to a punched up Baby Let Me Follow You Down. So freakin cool!
Finally the whole cast (plus Ronnie Wood and RIngo!!!) comes onstage to join Dylan and The Band for I Shall Be Released. It is a magical moment seeing so many greats side by side—Joni singing with Neil Young, Dylan with Van Morrison etc etc.
The best part of the film is perhaps watching the members of The Band watch their guests perform. Seeing the wonder in Robertson’s eyes as Dylan sings Forever Young, watching Rick Danko smile like a kid seeing Joni, seeing Levon’s childlike reverence for Muddy Waters. When you think about it it’s remarkably selfless (or confident?) that The Band decided to bring so many incredible musicians—all who totally hold their own and steal the show—onstage with them for their last show. I think for The Band it has always been about the big sound of togetherness. Their songs (e.g. The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down) lend themselves to a big, loud, joyous ensembles of singers. Even their name allows for an ensemble of stragglers and solo artists who join the band just for the night.
I attended Outside Lands Music Festival in Golden Gate park this last weekend. Below are some thoughts!
Going into the weekend I was focused almost exclusively on LCD Soundsystem and Radiohead, two of my favorite bands. I was also excited to see Chance the Rapper (this may surprise readers because Chance is admittedly outside the genres I generally listen to, but it’s the trumpet and timbre of Chance’s voice that gets me).
At festivals a considerable amount of people go to just bop around, drink and see whatever music they end up seeing. All good, but I personally go less for the relaxed “music in the park” vibe and more for the “I’m going to see the stuff I really love and go really hard” vibe. And being in the front matters to me. The large majority of the bands I listen to and see live are pretty small. When I see a band like Modern Baseball at Slims I can be rest assured that I’ll be able to see the stage and be in the action. You can’t say the same for OSL. Given that, my general approach is to see the two-three bands playing before whoever it is I’m there to see.
First night I was there to see LCD Soundsystem, and I wanted to be up close and personal with James Murphy when he’d take his drumming breaks. So I saw Miike Snow with some friends (was good fun), and then everyone left to see J. Cole for which I had less than zero desire to see. I saw Duran Duran play before LCD, and it was so great. I felt completely transported back to the 80s. The white leather, the visuals, everything. Rio and Notorious were highlights. Who knew I like disco!
Duran Duran doing their 80s thing (my photo!)
Then LCD came on. I honestly could not have asked for more. Their songs sounded even better live (I’d never seen them in concert before). This amazes me given how complex some of their music is! And LCD isn’t that lame Zedd “on my MacBookPro” shit. Nancy is actually doing everything live on real boards and pedals etc. James Murphy became my fascination after I watched Shut Up and Play the Hits, and his performance Friday was superb. He was energetic, funny, and his vocals were PERFECT. Interesting enough to feel unique and different from the recordings, but absolutely perfect. It was wonderful.
James Murphy singing the shit out of New York, I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down. (also my photo)
They played essentially every song I really wanted them to play (except maybe North American Scum and All I Want).
Highlights: I Can Change was insanely beautiful. Someone Great. Losing My Edge was SO COOL. New York I Love You brought me to tears. Dance Yrself Clean really truly made me dance myself clean. All My Friends sounded beautiful although it did make me wonder where all my friends were (they were at J. Cole). Honestly I didn’t miss them for a second. LCD wrapped me in a big hug of musical love, and those two hours were some of my favorite yet.
Day 2: I was totally focused on Radiohead. I saw nothing particularly great while waiting for Thom except Air. Air was cool. They didn’t have a guitar just really really dope bass. The drummer was also sick. The music was truly interesting and complex, and I found myself in a musical trance. The vocals, however, were a problem. For whatever reason Air puts the vocals through the weirdest effects. They come out literally robotic. It made me understand part of why I love LCD so much: the interesting electronic and super clean music is perfectly complimented by James’s punk rock, raw, un-altered vocals. That’s the way to go. I can’t stand when the vocals are just drowning in their own reverb or cleaned up digitally till they sound cold and fake.
Radiohead was wonderful. Highlights: noticing the unique instruments they use live (including but not limited to: a coat hanger with bells hanging off it and an old transistor radio) and watching Thom Yorke’s groovy as hell dancing. Set highlights: 2 + 2 = 5, Weird Fishes/Arpeggi, Everything in It’s Right Place, Bodysnatchers, Idioteque (so. much. fun.), and Karma Police.
Radiohead. (still my photos)
Day 3 there was no one I cared deeply about. I wanted to see The Oh Hellos and Chance. The Oh Hellos played a wonderful set early in the day at one of the smaller stages. They were endearing and sounded insanely good. It must have been a 12 piece band, and they were all in perfect synch and very into the music. It was fun and lighthearted, and we danced a lot. Then we went into a very aggressive and unkind crowd to wait for Chance. Fortunately we got to see the Muppets (!! so much fun !!) and Third Eye Blind (middle school emo kid jams!) while waiting. The Muppets played a short set of popular, classic covers (including: Home by Edward Sharpe and With a Little Help From my Friends).Third Eye Blind was pretty funny and bad. However, I went very hard to and deeply enjoyed Jumper.
Chance the Rapper was great when he was performing. However, he played the shortest set in the history of music, and considering we’d been waiting in a very aggressive crowd of white frat boys it kinda sucked. I’m not a die hard Chance fan so it was okay, but I felt badly for my friends. He did have great energy and sounded awesome though.
Day 3 headliners weren’t particularly enticing. We saw a bit of Lana Del Rey’s set. I quickly became depressed and bored and unhappy. So I begged my friends, and we hightailed it to catch the last 30 minutes of Lionel Richie. It was SO FUN. My friends kept saying how happy they were I convinced them to leave Lana. We danced ourselves SO CLEAN to Brick House and All Night Long, and we sang our hearts out to We Are the World.
It was a wonderful weekend of friends, food, fun and music. Overall, LCD Soundsystem stands out from the rest. It was a truly wonderful performance.
Happy Thursday! I’m sorry I’ve been a bit quiet on the blog front. I have been thinking a lot about music and you lovely music people though. I had a near-religious moment earlier this evening while in a bubble bath listening to Van Morrison. It was specifically an absurdly beautiful version of Into the Mystic that got me going. Reminded me yet again that music is magic.
But alas, I’m here to announce another Nothing to Get Hung About hiatus. I’m attending Outside Lands Music Festival in my lovely home city of San Francisco, CA this weekend. I’m insanely excited, but it does mean I won’t be at my computer.
You can however expect detailed reviews and witty commentary next week when the festival is over. Expect to hear about LCD Soundystem, Radiohead, Lord Huron, The Oh Hellos, Third Eye Blind, Chance the Rapper, Major Lazer, Sufjan Stevens and more! The sets I’m most excited for by far are LCD Soundsystem and Radiohead. My love for LCD literally knows no bounds and the very idea of partying with James Murphy makes me giddy. Listen to this insanely good version of All My Friends. LCD is just the perfect child of punk and electronic/dance. Ever since seeing Shut Up and Play the Hits I’ve been dying to see LCD live. I’m so excited. And Radiohead has been one of my favorite bands for as long as I can remember. I’m stoked to see Thom Yorke in the flesh and hear his beautiful, beautiful voice.
Anyways wish me and my weekend in the park luck and love. May the music be with you.
I saw Brand New with Modest Mouse at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley, CA on Thursday July 28. Here are my thoughts. (Disclaimer: written at 3am)
Brand New and Modest Mouse are embarking on a tour together as co-headliners which is an interesting concept. There are no opening bands which I’m definitely okay with, and both bands play headlining sets. It seems like a great idea for fans and for marketing purposes, but in reality it’s a bit awkward. The tour managers should have realized that Brand New and Modest Mouse do not have the same fan base. Brand New is simply far more emo/punk rock/generally louder than Modest Mouse.
It also appeared that the majority of concertgoers were there for Brand New, and so the Modest Mouse set was very mellow and not all that enthusiastic. The band actually tried to punk-up their music probably to blend better with Brand New. Everything went a lot harder than in the recorded version, but still the crowd wasn’t particularly enthusiastic.
I actually really did enjoy Modest Mouse’s set. I thought it sounded great and was super fun. It was just conspicuously less exciting than Brand New’s set. There were a few people around me and my date in Modest Mouse shirts who left partway into Brand New’s set. Whether they were unaware of how emo Brand New is or simply had only bought a ticket to see Modest Mouse I do not know, but regardless I felt bad for them. The tour was advertised as two bands playing equal sets, but this was obviously not the case. The Modest Mouse fans got short changed.
The energy of the crowd and the stage changed drastically for Brand New’s set. Roadies wheeled huge panels of LED lights onstage providing us with awesome visuals throughout Brand New’s set, and the mosh pit was extremely (perhaps terrifyingly) energetic for Brand New.
My date and I hung back a little so we wouldn’t get pushed which was a good call. I go to a lot of shows, and I totally love to get sweaty, pushed around and feel the crowd. However, the first time I saw Brand New at the Fox in Oakland the crowd up front was so aggressive I couldn’t even stand up (I’m a small person and stand O chance in a pushing match with big male concertgoers). When I saw Brand New in Barcelona and Paris the crowd was rowdy but much more mellow and perfect for me. I didn’t want to deal with fearing for my body this time around so we hung back. I’m glad we did. I’ve never seen the Greek that rowdy. The pit was totally insane (there was even a huge meathead guy who took his shirt off), and crowd surfers were flying every which way. There was even a rogue fangirl who jumped up on stage and got tackled by security! Basically it was really exciting and a typically rambunctious & punk rock Brand New show that I was happy to watch from a comfortable distance. Also we had a perfect view of the stage from where we were.
It was a great set. The crowd was into it. Jesse was into it. Vin was fucking crazy into it. The sound was good. The lights were dope. And everything had this exciting but sad feeling of finality. Goodbye tours tend to be the best.
Summer roc docs guilty pleasure trip continued tonight with Shine a Light, a film directed by Scorsese documenting the Stones’ 2006 Beacon Theatre performance. Unlike usual, this time I watched the doc not on the treadmill but with my lovely parents. We were all freaking floored. They’d seen it when it came out in theaters too but were still floored!
Scorsese managed to rig that whole damn theatre with cameras effectively making a 2 hour concert film a dynamic work of art. Scorsese shows behind the scenes footage of him and his crew as well, a thrill for Scorsese lovers and fans of his thick rimmed glasses. The film is interspersed with incredibly amusing footage of the Stones being interviewed and mouthing off to Japanese and German interviewers. Scorsese expertly shows the youthfulness, sexiness, and joyful spirit of Mick, Keith and Ronnie too.
Mick shines brightest during the film/show. The camera is mostly focused on him and his positively ECSTATIC dancing. Everyone knows Mick has groovy moves, but you kinda forget how incredible he is. He’s also a lot older now so we don’t expect as much. He definitely delivers though. He appears positively possessed with the ghosts of blues and rock n roll past. I found myself hypnotized by his sashaying walks and shaking hips and also the way he interacts with the audience. You keep wondering to yourself how he KEEPS DANCING. It’s glorious! I’ll admit that after the film ended I was dancing around like a lunatic trying to imitate Mick’s crazy hand moves and airy moonwalk.
The Keith Ronnie dynamic is also a highpoint of the film. Scorsese’s many cameras do a wonderful job picking up every wink and gesture. The viewer feels in on the action.
The film/concert also has some beautiful guest appearances! Jack White, Buddy Guy and Christina Aguilera grace the stage and sing the shit out of a few songs with Mick. Buddy absolutely kills and vibes with Keith making you thank god again for the blues.
I loved every minute.
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