Waittaminute, you say, is the One Buck Guy a low-life no-good egg-suckin' idea-stealin' copy-cattin' scoundrel? Didn't our old buddy Fraq just recently feature the Doobies and now you're doing the same? Yes, and no, der friends. For one thing, this album has been laying in the 'OBG Muisc To Post' folder for the better part of forever. However, it's true that the friendly suggestion to give the classic Doobies' line-up's classic foursome (I also love the debut, even if it is not particularly representative) made me do exactly that, grooving those last days to the Doobie's best. So not only was I reminded that Toulouse Street was and still is my favorite, but also he little warts that always made me think we can make it just that tiny smidgen better. Not with the music, that is untouchable. I'd say pound for pound, song for song, this is the best and most consistent of the Doobie Brothers' records.
But, and you know it's been a couple of weeks, so that ol' hobyhorse of mine is gettin' a little anxious in the stable, so I I'll have to take it out for a ride. Yeah, you know what that means: Ol' OBG is gonna bore people with seuencing discussions again. Good or bad, some things never change. There were always to or three little details that bothered me about how the songs on Toulouse Street were put on the record. Why were the two Pat Simmons-written numbers - the most unusual of the album - both clustered together in the first thrid of the album. Why isn't "Disciple", the big 6+ minute rock monster that they salvaged from their earlier days, not the run-out groove to end the record on a high note? Instead it sounds like Tom Johnston sneaking out for a quick solo encore with the short vignette "Snake Man".
Another smallish issue is aggravated by the way we listen to this album nowadays. Back in the vinyl days, you at least had to get up and flipp the sides before "Cotton Mouth" gives way to "Don't Start Me To Talkin'". But still, why are the two horn-supported numbers clustered together in the middle? I know, I know, these are all small gripes, and rather typical OBG gripes. But still, rather than gripe on, I do something about it, even if it's comparatively minor stuff.
Here is, thus, the resequenced and I think more balanced version of Toulouse Street. Nothing added or subtracted, the same batch of great songs, but with more flow. The two big hits "Listen To The Music" and "Rockin' Down The Highway" - both quite similar-sounding - are now spearated to be the respective side openers. The two horn numbers are separated from each other, so are the Simmons songs (though not by much). The title song makes more sense as a side closer, while "Disciple" is now the barnburning album closer it was destined to be. Now just place the two acoustic numbers "White Sun" and "Snake Man" in an appropriate place on both vinyl sides - et voilà. I of course didn't touch the great album cover - as much a classic as the album.
Toulouse Street is a very fine album any which way you listen to it - but maybe just a tad finer this way. Anyway, you've got your instructions, folks: oooooh, listen to the music...
It's not going to be a habit, but the One Buck Guy does listen to his audience, at least half the time sometimes, so when reader Meandthereeds asked for some Nick Cave to go along with his tour down under that wrapped up two days ago I believe, I went through the archives, and behold - some Cave emerges from the cave! It has to be said that I vaguely planned to post some Nick Cave in the future, and a little alt album will come your way one of these days, but to set the tone, we'll go with something diffrently this time out.
If nothing else, going through Mr. Cave's oeuvre reminded me what I liked, and occasionally still appreciate, about his music. It has to be said that I was a pretty big fan for about a decade, circa 1996-2006 or so. The first album of his I picked up was Murder Ballads, though for the life of me I can't remember how I did in the first place, since this was very definitely not a blind buy. Sure, like everyone else, I had noticed Cave, like a lot of people, with "Where The Wild Roses Grow", the hit duet with Kylie Minogue that had the double effect of legitimatizing Minogue and push the outsider Cave towards the mainstream. But still, none of my friends or loose associations would hve been into Cave, so I imagined I must've picked up a copy in the loval library, then went on to get my own copy.
Some lovely cover art that only barely hints at the horrors within...
His highly acclaimed The Boatman's Call followed only a year later, and was of course catnip to brooding, angsty, romantically neglected young OBG. Then, in 2001 we had No More Shall We Part, which to me is the high point of this stage of Cave's career as a dark troubadour. Just a great album full of great songs. Follow up Nocturama was okay, but decidedly weaker, and while the double album Abbatoir Blues/The Lyre Of Orpheus had its moments, it wasn't as constantly excellent as Cave's trilogy of albums fom 1995 to 2001. Then Cave wanted to return to his noisy punk rock roots with the Grinderman project, which I wasn't a fan of, and by that time I was a bit Cave'd out, anyway.
This being Cave'd out and feeling like Cave had pretty much said what he had to say in as perfect a way as possible left me with the feeling that with every future album I would mostly buy these out of habit, while the music itself would be more or less high-quality variations on the same themes. I did, however, pick up the B-Sides And rarities set because - as long-time One Buck Heads will know - I'm alwys intrigued by the roads not taken or less traveled. But that road through B-Sides And Rarities was also kind of rocky, as ny path through 'B' material will be, and the flow of this chronologically sequenced collection was so-so, with really beautiful discoveries sitting right beside 'yeah, no wonder this is a b-side' stuff.
Well, this cover art is...I dunno...functional?!
So, Meandthereeds' question pushed me to do some work on this collection, collecting fourteen tracks from the Cave archives covering the late 80s to mid 2000s (I know Cave issued a second set, covering the following years, but haven't checked it out), plus two tracks from his soundtrack work with Warren Ellis. Everything Must Converge - named after one of its tracks - has a ton of great stuff from his best creative period, backing for example his classic "The Ship Song" with "The Train Song", a very lovely number in its own right. This collection also has the quite lovely missing title song from Nocturama, making that another album that lost its title song along the way. "Cassiel's Song" is from the soundtrack to Wim Wenders' Faraway So Close, while I added "The Rider Song" from the fantastic Aussie western The Proposition and one of his & Ellis's instrumental beauties in The Road's "The Far Road".
Everything Must Converge also shows off a number of unlikely but interesting cover songs: Having based the rhythm of "Deanna" loosely on "Oh Happy Day!", Cave goes the full hog on an acoustic version of that song added as a first edition bonus to The Good Son, which, despite being merely labeled "Deanna (Acoustic Version)" and credited to Cave is technically about a quarter of "Deanna" and three quarters "O Happy Day!". He covers "What A Wonderful World" with Shane McGowan, who brings his usual drunk hooligan singing, which is the usual acquired taste, as well as a cover of "Rainy Night In Soho" (without McGowan) originally issued as its b-side. The other covers are a wonderful slide guitar and organ-led take on Uncle Neil's "Helpless" and a pretty faithful reading of Roy Orbison's "Running Scared".
Good Sons?
As indicated in paragraph three of this increasingly long write-up I largely prefer Cave the dark, dramatic and theatrical crooner to some of his other personas, so Everything Must Converge is mainly built around that sound, meant to lead to a much more coherent listen than the understandably arbitrary and varying-in-quality original collection. Speaking of original: Was the original working tite of this collection Out Of The Weeds, just so I could make a 'Out Of The Weeds for Mr. Meandthereeds"? Why, of course it was, you take amusement where you can find it. The picture on the cover is from art by Sophia Zobacheva, from - you guessed it - a series of paintings called Convergence. And I'll leave you now with a short hour of quite beautiful music courtesy of Mr. Cave and The Bad Seeds, before this whole thing turns into a novella.
So, Everything Must Converge, or so it seems.Let Cave's music converge with your ears and mind, then, you'll definitely not regret it...
Yup, they're back! Everyone's on board! If you have loved a particular artist in the first four volumes, there's a good chance he, she or the band are here once again. Corngread Red? Check. Honeywagon? Check. Hit & Run Bluegrass? Check. The Petersens? Check. Brad Davis? Check. Iron Horse? Check. David West? Check. The Grass Cats? Check. Tim May? Check. Maybe even Dave Dick & his band? Check.
Check, check, check. Yes, they're all back, and they're all once again delivering very fine versions of popular hits from the late 1960s ("Here Comes The Sun", courtesy of The Petersens - ladies and gents, we've got our first Beatles cover!) to the late 90's (the aforementioned Mr. Dick covering Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Califronication" and Iron Horse going on "Broadway", tracing the Goo Goo Dolls' steps). In between, we get lots of beloved classics: "Don't Fear The Reaper"! "Stuck In The Middle With You"! "Billie Jean"! "Hungry Heart"! "Sad But True"! "Even Flow"! "Dancing With Myself"!"Heart Of Gold"! and many many more..!
A special mention for the second song from The Petersens - they nail Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody", which really is no mean feat! But again, these are all good to great. It's like some weird Twilight Zone jukebox that plays the greatest hits of yesteryear - but only in Bluegrass versions.
...and I no doubt have in the last years, bemoaning his sudden need to price out the common man, that he pretends to stand up for, out of concert tickets and his music (seriously, Bruce, listing your 8 CD outtake box set for 250 bucks?!? Da fuck?!?). But when you need the man, he stands and delivers.
I heard this on the radio this afternoon, and even if I knew about the song, it hits pretty hard when stuck between the usual radio fare. Sure, the lyrics are, uhm, workmanlike, and so is the musical backing which he seems to have borrowed from the Wrecking Ball era. But, you know, who really freakin' cares? The dude's got things to say that need sayin', even if the song isn't some sort of protest song masterpiece. Then again, are any of them? Fittingly, Bruce's voice is now reduced to a croak that approaches Dylan, but again, who cares?
You might get bored of me leaving links to Brian Phillips articles, but here's another one well worth reading, and it also says things worth saying and thinking about.
I don't really have anything specific to add, having just talked about how you can't trust your eyes and ears in my A.I.-related thoughts (fittingly, led by Mr. Phillips), but you owe it to you and everyone else to try and keep those as open and discerning as possible...
Oh, also, fuck state-sanctioned murder squads 'upholding the law'...
I haven't been a fan of Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel for very long. Actually it took some nudging from friendly neighbourhood music blogs (quick shout out to Fu Man Chu!), but when I checked out Harley & his crew I liked a lot of what I heard. For years I only knew two songs of him/them, the inevitable hit "Smile (Come Up And See Me)" and their cover of "Here Comes The Sun", because those would turn up on various artists 'hits of the 70s''-type compilations. Finally diving deeper, I found it interesting how stylistically diverse the work of Harley & Cockney Rebel is. And of course, in the words of Anchorman, well, that escalated quickly. Somehow, I went from two Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel song to not one, not two, but three discs for the One Buck Record of the day. Up until yesterday, this was still a two-disc release, then I got to start digging and finding some more treasures and reshuffling again, and well...what can I tell ya, folks, things got a little out of hand, as they tend to when OBG sets his sights on some stuff...
Steve Harley was not only the clear band leader and pretty much used the same logic that Vincent Fournier applied to Alice Cooper, even though he didn't name himself like his band ("Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give a big hand to...Cockney Rebel!"), Cockney Rebel quickly went from a real band to a name brand, so whoever was around Harley at a given time would be Cockney Rebel. At least, Harley took the Cockney part of the name seriously, adopting a sneering Cockney accent for a good number of the band's rockier tunes. Just listen to "Tumbling Down", the opening track of disc two and tell me that he doesn't sound like a dead ringer for Ian Hunter. Othertimes his voice recalls Bowie, an influence on both the artier longer as well as the shorter glam numbers. The longer numbers have a clear prog and art rock influence, as well as a good number of theaticality, a mix that seems as much influenced by Queen's music hall prog as Spector-produced 60's girl groups.
Considering how different the music of Harley & Co. could be, the sequencing of most Best-ofs and Compilations - almost always chronological - didn't make sense to me, mostly due to the different styles snuffing out a disc's momentum. If after, say, a couple of sub-three minute glam stompers we stop for a nine minute suite with choirs and several 'movements' the momentum stops dead in its tracks. Don't get me wrong: I think Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel did some of their best and most interesting work on long-form songs such as "Death Trip", but it was difficult to see those tracks working alongside their more single-oriented rock'n'roll sides. So, from the beginning it seemes obvious that I was going to separate thes two different brands of music, which evidently led to the title of the comp. But the title isn't entirely true. What to do, though, with Harley's later work, which is of middle-length, mostly clocking in between four and five minute, but more importantly, is stylistically different again, more reflective and often more acoustic-based, with a voice that cearly shows its years?
So technically, this compilation is now three sets, on three discs: Disc One, The Short Of It, compiles 20 of Harley & Cockney Rebel's short and sprightly work. Disc Two, The Long Of It are Cockney Rebel and Harley long-form songs. And disc three, the one too long for the album title (and thus cunningly hidden behind an asterisk), is A Long Journey's End, whichchronicles Harley's work since the mid-90s, increasingy an old man's songs sung in an old man's voice. There's a lot more sentimentality in these songs whose titles like "The Last Time I Saw You", "Journey's End (A Father's Promise)" and "Compared With You (Your Eyes Don't Seem To Age)" already hint at their emotional and sentimental content. This is both understandable and quite touching. Harley feels that his long journey is approaching its end, so he is, by and by, saying his goodbyes, his regrets and his wished for the future. Speaking of: it seems eminently fitting that the comp should end with his lookinto a future when he's long gone, with "2000 Years From Now" harking back to the spacey prog sound of the Cockney Rebel heydays.
So, either rejoice in some choice memories of an interesting British band and its main songwriter, or be like me and go from zero to...well, a lot in terms of grooving to that Cockney rebel and his Cockney rebels...
And I mean that literally. Don't let it be said that I don't recognize the trace of a good idea if I stumble upon one. My use of alternate takes including pedal steel and violin when reconfiguring Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here tempted a reader (hi, Thames!) to declare it a country album, which - while not strictly accurate - does capture the different feel of that version. It also left me with a new idea: What about making a real, dyed-in-the-wool country album of Pink Floyd tunes. And here it is: Welcome To Pink Floyd Country?
There were two problems with the plan: first of all, there were way less country covers of Pink Floyd songs than I imagined - maybe that match made in heaven wasn't as obvious as I made it out to be? And secondly, of those that existed, there was a rather uneven playing field: I could probably fill a compilation with covers of "Wish You Were Here" and "Time" alone, as these two are by far the most popular cover song choices, including some country & bluegrass artists. But I wanted a variety of songs, so no doubles, not counting the pedal steel version of "Wish You Were Here" of the band itself that was all over the OBG Edit of Wish You Were Here, and is here in all its unaltered, full glory.
But I did find enough good stuff to complete This Is Pink Floyd Country. One thing that was interesting is that more than half of the tracks on here come from The Wall. I wouldn't have thought that at first, thinking that tracks from Dark Side Of The Moon would outnumber them, but that was definitely wrong - "Time" excluded. Though, to be fair, I took a full four tracks from a single band and album: Luther Wright & The Wrongs covered the entire Wall album in a bluegrass style, though I'm still not quite sure whether the whole thing is an elaborate piss-take on the album or an honest, if definitely idiosyncratic take on it. There is definitely a touch too much of country humour in Mr. Wright's voice, but I took the tracks that sound the most genuine, while definitely bringing the country instrumentation in spades.
I'm already on the record as declaring Cornbread Red's take on "Comfortably Numb" as my favorite take on the song - ever. But there are also great takes on "Mother" by main Dixie Chick Natalie Maines and a really nice run through "Run Like Hell" by multi-instrumentalist David West (he also adds a great take on "See Emily Play"). Wish You Were Here is represented by Cody Jinks' fantastic take on the title song, again led by a majestic pedal steel, showing how that song would have turned out if David Gilmour was a redneck (and I mean that in the best possible way), as well as prog bluegrass band Kitchen Dwellers' take on "Welcome To The Machine". Out of the "Time" covers I chose the one by Cash Dawson, who really brings a nicely atmospheric alt country/Americana vibe to it. And finally, there's Billy Strings with an awesome, extended take on "Fearless".
So, cool cover, cool cover versions, here's This Is Pink Floyd Country for your delectation...
...is a bunch of y'all folks, with no one bothering to speak up. Ol' OBG's got you covered, though, so on this second edition of My Back Pages I'll upload/re-post music to the threads that some of y'all have wondered in lately.
Folks, you might have a thousand reasons to not post a comment, find one to do so and ask for a repost. But if not, these back pages will be back from time to time to get some of this cool stuff from out of the attic...
My, how time flies. I say that regularly on this blog, and it's eternally true, but I realize this just as regularly as I say it, when I notice that something that I wanted to post got sidetracked and then - whoops - it's *checks notes* a year later. Last January I took a look at the largely iunderrated and little-known transitional years of Fleetwood Mac in between the Peter Green blues era and the Lindsey Buckingham-Stevie Nicks cocaine california rock platinum era. I then followed that up with a look at the Buckingham Nicks album issued during that period od transition and the original plan was then to follow that up with looks at what the two guitar slingers post-Green and pre-Liddy Buck were up to after leaving the Mac. But then I got caught up with working on some Warren Zevon, David Lynch died and pushed me to work extensively on a compilation of related material etc. etc. - and those two axemen got the axe, temporarily. A piece on forgotten hero of missle-era Mac Danny Kirwan is in the works, but as it's been a little while since we got some kick-ass rock'n'roll on this site, let's start out look at the other Fleetwood Mac guitar guys with Bob Welch.
Now that last sentence sounds like an oxymoron. Bob Welch, with his penchant for jazzy, midtempo and sometimes close to MOR tunes (The Mac's "Sentimental Lady" from their hidden masterpiece Bare Trees) as a guy for heavy rock? Hell, I even called the buy 'Boring Bob' - perhaps unfairly - on these very pages because his Mac work didn't indicate that Welch had a penchant for harder-rocking rhythms. And yet, that was exactly what was on his mind when he quit the Mac. Welch complained afterwards that the band had curdled what he could bring to it, that they only wanted a certain type of guitar playing and songwriting from him and that he couldn't express himself within the confines of the band.
It was still somewhat surprising to see him veer completely into the other side of the spectrum when he founded hard rock combo Paris, which towards their end included the services of brothers Tony and Hunt Sales, later infamously employed by another hard rock combo with some random dude as their lead singer whose name now escapes me. He had started the band with sound engineer Jimmy Robinson over their common love for Led Zeppelin, then backed away from the real heavy hard rock stuff when, after the release of the self-titled debut his ex-colleagues frpom the Mac asked him what he was doing with "that Led Zeppelion crap". You know, not to say these guys are right, but I personally have very little use for the bone-headed hard rock of Paris' first album, while the follow up Big Towne, 2061 has a move towards a more funk- and groove-inspired sound and has a trio of songs, "New Orleans", "Outlaw Game" and the title track that I like well enough (and that are thus featured on the album of the day). To have at least something from the first Paris album I edited down "Narrow Gate", which is more or less the only thing I like from their debut, into a special (and exclusive to this comp, natch!) single edit.
So, the mission for today's One Buck Record was simple. Grab the old Bob Welch comp I did years ago, verify the sequencing and flow, maybe take off three or four tracks of this relatively long 23 track, 78 minute comp - et voilà. Easy peasy. Except of course, I had to make life more complicated for myself. That Welch comp had only a smattering of his 80s new wave work for RCA, which also happened to be some of my favorite numbers on it. So, out of , ahem, amateur's professionalism I decided to recheck his discography, then found said 80s new wave work for RCA and of course loved a ton of it. As long-time One Buck Heads - thanks to my comps on, say, Randy VanWarmer or Martin McBriley know, the One Buck Guy loves himself some 70s pop/rock star revving up the synths and Linn drums and jumping on the new wave bandwagon. So all of a sudden, the idea of condensing the original 23 track comp into an 18 track disc went completely into the other direction, with the comp ballooning and essentially doubling in size: now we're talking about a double disc 40 track anthology covering Welsh's heyday from 1976 to 1983.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but Bob Welch seems to be strangely forgotten, considering that he had several top 20 hits and platinum albums at around the same time his old band was ruling the charts with Rumours. Sure, everyone remembers his sortrock remake of his ol' Fleetwod Mac standard "Sentimental Lady" - which included all Mac members, including Lindsey & Stevie on backing vocals - that hit no. 8 in 1977. As a matter of fact, Welch stayed friendly and hung out with the members of the Mac until the end of the decade and retained Mick Fleetwood as his manager until the early 80's. But, still, quickly name me the other four Top 40 hits he had. Well, you might remember "Ebony Eyes" a soft-rock disco hybrid that is pretty much exactly like what you'd imagine, but is still better than "Precious Love" which really goes too far into the disco route for me. I had to include these, obviously, but buried them pretty deep down the second disc.
But Bob Welch had a ton of songs that were better, even if they didn't do better. As said above, I am especially fond of his RCa new wave period including gems like the newly minted title song (despite being a Bryan Adams song!), "Two To Do", "I'll Dance Alone", "Secrets"and "It's What Ya Don't Say". But the polished, shiny AOR rock, sometimes bordering on soft rock (or yacht rock as the younguns would say) also throws up a number of highlights, including "3 Hearts", "Hideaway" and "Future Games". I threw off most of the soft rock numbers, and Welch could work up a pretty mean groove on his midtempo and uptempo numbers, including the Paris selections. I admit it, I did him wrong - Boring Bob has to be renamed. So, any suggestions? Boppin' Bob? Badass Bob? (Nah, too much).
Anyhoo, while Welch was flying high in the late 70s, his career and life took a turn for the worse after his RCA deal ended. He hung out with a bunch of hair metal dudes (including future Guns'n'Roses member Izzy Stradlin jam and occasionally sleep in his soundproofed garage. As to why he hung out with that crew? Why, their shared love of heroin of course, which finally sent him into a two week coma followed by a drug bust right after, which combined at least and long last led him to clean up his act. He moved to Arizona with his new wife and then later Tennessee. He recorded one more album in 1999, and a couple of records mostly containing remakes of old Fleetwood Mac songs in the mid-2000's. Alas, as with brother in arms Danny Kirwan, a happy end wasn't in the cards. After some health issues and unsuccesful spine surgery that left him in fear of becoming invalid, he took his own life in 2012. Bummer, Bob.
Time for us, though, to get back to the good times of Bob Welch, which Remember has plenty of. So, groove to Boppin' Bob's best material. "Remember the days that went on forever..."
I hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about A.I. this winter, even though the encroaching of A.I. slop into all aspects of media life - hey, they even got to the cute animal videos! - is hard to ignore. If you didn't specifically search for A.I. slop for some reason, you weren't specifically exposed to it, if -, like me, your socialmedia presnce is *checks notes* zero. And yet the march of the sneaky robots continues ever on, whether I tookn specific note or not. There is a fabulous article from December called "The Sloppification Of Everything" by the ever-reliable Brian Phillips over at The Ringer that you should really check out. Phillips points out how fact and fiction are now less separatable than ever, how in the era of the deep fake in image, voice and moving pictures you can not just trust your own eyes or ears, as has been the inofficial measure for incredible things for centuries.
That ear part became eerily prescient just a short bit later, when I didn't find A.I. sloppification, but A.I. sloppification found me. As ever, in disguise of course. For the homebrewed All Pearls, No Swine and Bluegrass Chartbusters series I am from time to time scouting Youtube for new hidden gems, or overseen track, and of course this is where the ghosts of A.I. past and present found me. Having racked up a good number of views on the 'Tube, on the sidebar its algorhythm of course presents me from time to time songs it might think I like. Sometimes they're right, often they're wrong like any algorhythm, but before - at least as far as I can tell which is, given the subject, not very - Youtube's algorhythm hadn't proposed an A.I.-created song to me, only to propose me two in the space of a couple of days.
Enter Jared Hutcherson
Among the songs proposed, was a track called "Sunrise Sessions" by artist Jared Hutcherson. As usual I clicked on it. Oh, modern country music with a girl singer. Fine. Nothing worth getting excited about, but listenable. No identifying who the girl singer is though with or under the track. So I decide to see and swing by Discogs. No Jared Hutcherson listed there, which makes an awful lot of sense, because Jared Hutchinson doesn't exist. You can't find a picture of him if you tried. For someone who is a totally anonymous phantom, 'he' sure is busy, though, his Youtube discography counting no less than 30 studio albums, filled with between 17 and 21 songs each. That is a lot of music to create for a hard-working country musician, but an easy day at work for an Artificial Intelligence. As Phillips notes in one of his rules to identify, slop exists at scale. Jared Hutcherson slop definitely exists at scale.
First, there's the music itself. Ultra clean digital sound sheen and absence of any personality in vocals
and performance. I clicked on another Jared Hutcherson track, this time a male, young-ish voice, vaguely recalling the country-pop singers of yesteryear (and today? I haven't kept up with what comes out of Nashville). Okay, I thought, so I finally found the real Jared Hutcherson. Then I clicked on another Hutcherson track, and surprise, the man has just changed his voice. The young-ish pop voice is now a middle-aged grizzled Americana voice à la Colter Wall - that's weird. But only, of course, if you still considered that 'Jared Hutcherson' is some sort of real person, or even persona.
Here's 'young poppy' Jared Hutcherson
And here, on the very next track, is 'middle-aged grizzled Americana vet' Jared Hutcherson
Whatever else 'Jared Hutcherson' is, he for sure is somewhat of a ventriloquist, sounding like at least two different people with completely different voices, and at least once - maybe as a weird nod to Prince's Camilla phase - also a girl, which was what got my attention in the first place. Maybe someone messed up labeling on sound files, and "Sunrise Sessions" was supposed to go with the totally real female country-pop singer Tyler Slow. His name is clearly chosen on purpose, generic enough to be plausible and pass muster and possibly also for easily confused listeners who like 'that Hutcherson guy' to confuse him with Jonathan Hutcherson, a real and existing country music singer.
Once the detective instincts of ol' OBG awakened, I couldn't help but be drawn back to the Jared Hutcherson mystery. Elementary, dear readers. Next clue: The album covers - all totally generic images, mostly computer-created, and not a single identifying or personal feature on them. One would think a guy with 30 albums under his belt would at some point show his mug on one of these, but if you don't have a mug to show...And of course it got worse: Whoever is behind the Jared Hutcherson project is also quite lazy. Two of the album covers for the different studio albums are the same generic sand dunes image, just colorgraded differently. Come on, man....uh, I mean bot...
Jared Hutcherson and his classic album Sway...
and Jared Hutcherson with, uh, his other classic album Sands Of Time...
(I mean, aren't they all classics..?!)
If the whole Jared Jutcherson saga teaches us anything, it's how utterly generic and hollow most modern country-pop is, if a computer can so easily mash up a thousand clichées and regurgitate them without anything seeming amiss, at least on a cursory listen. 'Jared Hutcherson' could easily make it into a radio or internet radio playlist without rasising any red flags, and that's maybe the scariest thought of it all.
Having just discussed music streamers with my old college buddies (who are both streaming their music, and happily so), I sent them an article on how Spotify is freezing out real artists to pay their (miserable) royalties in favor of specially commissioned tracks that sound a bit like these, but are royalty-free, being paid with a lump sum by Spotify. That was, of course, a couple of years ago. It wasn't super-ethical, but at least it was still music made by real musicians, however badly paid, uninpired and uninspiring the results. A.I. has of course completely dusted that text and its concerns, because now, things are ven easier for Deezer and Spotify to lull you into total complacency with music that you probably like because the algorhythm tells them so: They can just pay a couple of guys to cook up hundreds of hours of music in mere days. What's real or not, on You Tube or in your Spotify or Deezer play list is becoming more and more difficult to discern. Then again, sign of the times. As Brian Phillips says, "real things seem a little bit fake. Fake things seem a little bit real."
Jared Hutcherson (artist illustration)
Here's the thing: I'm not a sworn enemy of A.I. I mean, professionally I am, because as a language teacher ChatGPt and its brethren are my worst enemies, because students only use it to cheat...and doing a bad job of it at that. But I can roll with A.I., notably for my weakest area in creating stuff for One Buck Records - the cover art. I have occasionally used A.I. images for that, though it really is a crapshoot and you rarely get what you were hoping for. But still, there's a place for it. As a matter of fact, the lead in picture above the article with the appropriately menacing robot (which I didn't choose as such, like I said, a crapshoot) is, yes, A.I.-produced. But I don't use A.I. to fool anyone, or to present it as something it isn't.
In this spirit you'll also find the OBG record of the day, which this time is an EP's worth of AI songs reimagining pop or rap songs as classic soul or blues records, an automated take on the 'unusual covers' subgenre' that occasionally amuses me, and is openly and proudly AI. As for the slopification of everything, keep your eyes and ears open, folks, even if that ain't what it once was anymore...
Disclaimer: All pictures in this article have been created by Artificial Intelligence. All words, however, are still by hot-blooded human OBG.
As all of y'all can imagine, because some of y'all know that the One Buck Guy rolls like that, we are not quite done with Pink Floyd's classic album Wish You Were Here, freshly re-imagined around these parts, yet. What we have here is a little bonus, not from the Floyd, but from the archives of Mojo Magazine, who brought out one of their well-compiled tribute discs to go along with their Pink Floyd cover story (I still remember its slightly sensationalist byline - "'We were a cruel bunch...' sez the Floydsters in the subtitle). It's one of their best, because it actually covers two Pink Floyd discs, the first half Return To The Dark Side Of The Moon covering their 1973 commercial highpoint and Wish You Were Here Again, well, you know.
Surprisingly, I like that second half better than the first one, despite the bands on return being closer to my beloved Americana and indie rock, while Again taps into electronic music, in which I am highly selective. But the run through the five Wish tracks by electronic artist both old (pioneer John Foxx, here with The Maths) and new (Beak>, Malachai, Lia Ices). But, when I say I'm picky, I mean it, so I picked only the choice cuts and moments. Some of the electronic tracks were running a big long and getting repetitive, so I cut these down, and finally ended up turning the entire tribute album into a single mix of around 17 minutes, credited to The Mojo Reboot All-Stars. So, indeed a quick one while I'm away.
If you are absolutely allergic to electronic and beats-based music this is obviously not for you, but if you can groove along to synths and club beats, then by all means check this out. Thesections are the original five compositions in original order (Shine Pt. 1, Welcome, Cigar, Wish, Shine Pt.2), the order of featured artists are: Malachai, Beak>, John Foxx And The Maths, Lia Ices and The Orb), though to start the mix I smuggled a bit of 'Syd's theme' in right at the very beginning.
This is really a quick chaser for the feast that (hopefullly) was the main course of this weekend's alt album. Though a bit out of the wheelhouse from what I usually post here, it might surprise you by sneaking into your musical heart, as it sneakily did with mine. Shine On, You Crazy Tribute Folks...
Ooooh, this might be at least a little controversial. I don't think people minded me too much taking the hatchet to Kansas and their music, because, well, it's Kansas, but what if we touch the untouchables like Pink Floyd? We'll find out together. There were a number of reasons why I wanted to rework this album, the main one being that there are parts of "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" which bore me to tears and that I don't want to sit through to get to the parts I like. But other ideas came up: What if, instead of the now mightily thinned out "Shine" the album really concentrates and is built around its title song?
Now, obviously, this alternate take on Wish You Were Here isn't an attempt to improve the album or 'fix it' or whatever. I may be delusional, but I am not that delusional. No, this is a private project that just may be of interest to a couple of you. It is, if nothing else, a new way to listen to this old warhorse, because - for better or worse- you've never listened to Wish You Were Here like this. This is actually my second take on this album. The first one is, as I've seen when working on this new version, more than five years old, and it shows. It was only my second big mixing project, after a Blade Runner-themed one, but I was just starting out wih Audacity, and it showed. Even more so, I was just starting out with Alternate Albums, and that also showed. Figuring out what works and what not comes with time and experience, and a better trained set of ears, and now - half a decade and a not insignificant number of alt albums later - I am doing a much better job than I would have been able to in 2020.
I was also greatly helped out by the access to new material. The 50th Anniversary Edition of the album had the band issue a couple of never-before released (or bootlegged) outtakes, including a set of demos for "Welcome To The Machine" and the pedal steel instrumental version of "Wish You Were Here". I can't tell you how much I love the latter - the high lonesome whine and sway of Gimour's pedal steel playing captures the melancholy of the track absolutely perfectly. Unnecessary to say, it is all over this version of the album - literally. It opens and closes proceedings as the thematic and melodic bookends, and makes another surprise appearance elsewhere. "Wish You Were Here" the song is the original version with the clear intro and Stéphane Grappelli's violin all over the second half of the song whereas it was mixed into practical inaudability on the final version, and it somewhat improbably continues the sound aesthetic that that pedal steel version of "Wish" started - this is at least partly Wish You Were Here as imagined by a country (-ish) band, fitting for what Gilmour called "a simple country song".
Every track on here is different from the original line-up. "Have A Cigar" is the duet between Roger and Roy Harper and given the repetitiveness of its coda, cut down quite a bit. "Welcome To The Machine" exits in two versions, both very different from the album. The first version is the band demo, the second ("Welcome Back To The Machine") a part of Roger's original demo. And then, there's of course the big one: "Shine On You Crazy Diamond". Nowhere is my growth in editing more obvious than here. The differences aren't necessarily just in the quality of the edits and transitions, though those got better and smoother, but in the way I listened to the original while thinking of editing it. When I did that first take on"Shine On You Crazy Diamond", I wasn't really thinking about the dynamics of a piece of music, I was pretty single-mindedly occupied with stitching together the parts of those two long suites that I liked.
Though I ended up with a piece that almost had the same length, my first unsuccessful stab at "Shine On" was quite different from the one on this album. Back then, I cut a personal highlight reel, this time I thought 'how could this work as a song, rather than a sequence of pieces?'. This led me to make some harsh, and no doubt controversial cuts: Using the first parts essentially as table-setting, a long mood-establishing intro before the song proper kicks in means getting rid of both of David Gilmour's guitar solos, for many a Floyd fan the highlight(s) of the track. On the first version I also kept parts of the last sections that shorn of their long movement-like structure felt stranded on an island, further leading to the feeling that that version was a not particularly well thought-out cut up. For the new version I took Roger Corman's old 'cut to credits when the monster is dead' logic, meaning, as soon as the song part is over, cue the fade.
So, where does all this leave us? With a very different, and quite breezier version of the album, as this edit of Wish You Were Here is a mere 33 minutes long. I trimmed some of the fat while adding more than a touch of a different, maybe a little earthier version of Pink Floyd. I'd be interested to find out whether all of this works for you, or whether you think it's terrible that I'd massacred a sacred cow. As is, I am finally happy with a project that was in the furthest corners of the back of my mind for five years. I now have an alt version of Wish You Were Here that I'm proud of and happy with. And I hope, one or two of you will soon have that, too. So, friends and neighbors, shall we...dive in?
Time for another one of these, wouldn't you say? Haven't had some sweet 70s music around in a bit (not counting the CCR/Eagles combo), so this volume of All Pearls, No Swine will do just fine, thank you. Listening back to this volume, I must've been in an exceptionally mellow mood, as this colume is almost entirely easygoing folk-pop, country rock and singer-songwriter stuff. All lovely, of course, but definitely on the slower side of things, where beats are rarely above mid-tempo and voices are in harmony, but not in the red. The rhythm picks up lightly with The Records and the jingle-jangle power pop of "Starry Eyes" at around the halftime mark and due to some heavy guitar shredding in Henry Shifter's "Natural Love" from his only album, 1971's Out Of Nowhere.
We'll also meet the 'less famous than their family members' brigade: It's easy to forget, considering the mega-success of James Taylor that he comes from a brotherhood of musicians, with both elder brother Alex and younger brother Livingston recording somewhat steadily (sister Kate was also a musician, as was for the blink of an eye, youngest brother Hugh). Big brother Alex had the least career of the three, probably because he wasn't a writer, but his take on brother James' "Highway Song", given to him before James brought out his own version, is wonderful and has all the hallmarks of a classic rock radio staple (mellow division), alas it was not to be.
Dave Loggins, second cousin to Kenny, rivaled his success with "Please Come To Boston" for a moment, but saw his career stall out until a hit duet with Anne Murray a decade later. "My Father's Fiddle" comes from the same album, 1974's Apprentice (In A Musical Workshop).As usual, though, most spots in the line-up are reserved for folks you probably haven't heard of: Tom Eslick, Bureman & O'Rourke, Music Box, James And The Good Brothers, Brock & Friends, Garret Lund and Freeland.
You may of course remember The Mamas And The Papas' Denny Doherty, here with a take on early folk rock-styled Hall & Oates material in "Good Night And Good Morning". And maybe you remember Susan Taylor from her time with The Pozo Seco Singers, "When The Baby In My Lady Gets The Blues" is from her only solo album under her own name, 1972's Finally Getting Home. She changed her name to Taylor Pie for a career in songwriting afterwards and will be back on these pages.
If you've heard a volume of All Pearls, No Swine or three, you know that I like to end with a longer run-out groove, usually of the psychedelic variety. The lengthy ending track is here, but in a different style this time, as we let Baby Huey and his almost ten minute take on Sam Cooke's "A Change Is Gonna Come" bring us home.
So, stay mellow with some exquisitely lovely music from the 1970s, everybody...
When I went to the Celebrating David Bowie revue on its stop through Paris in 2018 - a gift from the wife - I didn't know what to expect, other than Mick Garson being the musical director of a band including some former collaborators of Bowie, plus possible guest stars. The show, as it turned out, was pretty good, notably led by four main vocalists: Fishbone's Angelo Moore on the more theatrical and bombastic numbers, Sting's son Joe Sumner on the classic rock-type songs, Adrien Belwe on the art-rock songs and a lanky gentleman in the middle who took over the torch songs and ballads. When you squinted a bit, hat gentleman looked a bit like a younger Brian Ferry, ery snazzy in a suit. He also had a connection to Bowie, having supported him on a tour in Australia with his band Something For Kate. That gentleman, whom I never heard of before, was Paul Dempsey.
On second thought, that whole 'looks a little like Brian Ferry' probably mostly comes down to the suave swaying and the snazzy suit, though we can clearly establish that Paul Dempsey is somewhat of a handsome fella. Which is quite different from being a beautiful man. A fella can look at another fella and somewhat neutrally declare that that other fella with attractive features is a handsome fella, while declaring him a beautiful man would imply an intimacy or time spent on studying that other fella that would suggest something deeper than a simple observation. Did I mention that these last days I am in 'But I Digress..'-mode?
Anyway, so this handsome Aussie fella named Paul Dempsey is a guy who does most things - aside from being a handsome fella - well: expressive, throaty singing that often doesn't need more than an acoustic guitar, can write intelligent, well-made pop songs - what's not to like? So you coould argue that there's a disproportionality between the man's skill set and his level of stardom. As in: he clearly isn't a star, and with well-made, intelligent bur otherwise classic pop and mild rock, he will not become one now and it's obviou why he didn't become one in the last fifteen years or so.
The music is excellent, but if you heard it on the radio, it's not the kind of mudic that'd make you call the station (and by that I mean post on their Insta, or what not) to find out what that cool song was that you'd like to purchase (or rather stream, or steal off the internet, or what not). My point being, that Paul Dempsey is too little known and deserves to be better known, and I will do my tiny part in that.
If I don't have anything particularly spectacular to say about the music of Dempsey, it's because it isn't spectacular music, just really well-done intelligent pop/rock music, mostly concise ("The True Sea" has been edited for this collection, with some minor works on fadeouts and such to a couple of other track) and with just enough little aural nooks and crannies to keep things interesting. He's as much at home with a beautiful, understated ballad as an uptempo, guitar-driven number, and has a gift for hooks that in a better world would have brought him into, well maybe not stadiums, but bigger concert halls across the world. As is, Dempsey is fairly well-known down under but draws blank looks pretty much everywhere else.
Dempsey is not only a premier craftsman of beautiful, intelligent pop, however, but also an excellent interpreter of other people's songs, which you might have realized if you have picked up We've Got You Covered - David Bowie (Volume 3) this week,hat featured his "Ashes To Ashes"-cover. So besides his excellent originals this compilation also includes four equally excellent covers: A harrowing acoustic version of "Nothing Compares 2 U", an acoustic take on Queen's "I Want To Break Free", fittingly a cover of another intelligent pop songsmith from Oceania with Neil Finn's "Addicted" and a cover of MGMT's "Time To Pretend".
Be Somebody - The Music Of Paul Dempsey will hopefully make more people discover this excellent songsmith - and if you already know Dempsey will serve as a handy little primer of his solo work so far. EIther way, this is beautiful, well-made music that deserves a place in many more homes and hearts of music lovers...
It may come as a surprise to you, dear follower of this blog which gives away music on the internet, but for the longest time I didn't take any music from the internet. Even deep into the 2010's I didn't download or otherwise. I finally gave up on principles when I realized that as a CD buyer I was quickly becoming as obsolete as the medium itself, and just as easily abandoned. I remember looking for the new album by Jason Isbell, then realized that the only version I could find seemed to be an import Cd, offered for a price not seen in about 40 years or so. What is this, I thought, 1985? To add insukt to injury, the freakin' vinyl was a couple of Euros cheaper than the Cd version. Seriously, are you kidding me?
Even the vinyl hipsters, the easiest of victims for a rip-off, were getting off cheaper than I was. Some of the younger folks buy vinyl only as a means of adding virtual signifiers: of their fandom, of the cultural caché that vinyl records have. Some of these folks don't even have players to play these vinyls on! And me, a guy who has subsidized the music and CD industry with my money for more than 30 years, I now get treated like a fuckin' pariah? That's when I said 'fuck it' and went on the internet to get my music there like everybody else.
But in my heart, I am, and will always be a child of the CD era. They might not be cool anymore, they definitely aren't sexy, they're unlikely to inspire nostalgia, but still, they were my way of listening to music, and always will. That's why my compilations never crack the 80 minute limit. That's why I still burn some of the stuff here on discs. And that's why I regret that nowadays you can't buy a car with a CD player in it, unless you are some poor person and can't afford better. The CD player is the new casette tape. As a medium it's of course also dead as Dillinger. CD racks have almost entirely disappeared from big-box tech and entertainment stores, together with the DVD racks. For a fan of physical media like yours truly it is a really sad sight.
That's why I'm happy that, according to the tradition taken up in my adopted homeland I went out for les soldes, the special clearance sales that arrive twice a year, and came back with two CDs for a buck each (the One Buck Guy lives!). Tha tradition has also become quite sad, as in the heydays of the CD (or rather, the slowly approaching autumn of it), you could regularly come away with a bag of CDs at tiny prices. But for one more year, the tradition holds. So, will Demi Lovato's Holy Fuck become my new favorite record and be in heavy rotation? I don't like its chances. But it was still a pleasure to undo the shrink wrap, put the disc on, see what it is (I have absolutely no previous knowledge of Mrs. Lovato) and flip through the booklet. The small pleasures of life with a dying medium.
But I am not alone. There might be few of us, but we defy you, streaming services and vinyl hipsters! And, with a little help from the Jonderman, I brought reenforcements. Behold, my man Steven Hyden and his defense of the CD as a medium, together with a list of 'most CD' Cd akbums, all written in the man's fantastically entertaining, often hilarious style. Hyden was for years one of my favorite music writers, but when he left the A.V. Club in the great exodus of the mid-2010's. I didn't keep tabs on him. He also was a part of Grantland, a site greatly missed, even if successor The Ringer has a pretty good roster of writers. So, yeah, I hadn't kept up with Hyden and his work on Uproxx, but have caught up with it in the last days, and would invite you to do the same. But his CD album list also got me to write this long-winded ode to the little plastic platter that ruled the world until it didn't.
Steven Hyden describes the problem of a CD (which before was the problem of vinyls) of buying an album and then only liking one or two tracks. We have all been there, we have all done that. Some (most?) of you threw these discs out a while ago, but I don't. Other than the truly atrocious - both in music and sound - Toronto bootleg of the Alice Cooper band and a Nick Carter maxi-single given to me as a joke, I never threw out a CD. That's right, even the worst discs are still on a spindle somewhere, having lost their jewel cases a long time ago to better (burned) discs and now also their booklets. Yet the little silver platters are still there. Can't bring myself to it. Every CD has a story, and a reason to be there, even if I can't recall what it is.
Speaking of: is there a point to this write-up, other than plugging Hyden's list (and many others like it, just search for Hyden lists over there)? If there is, I might not recall what it is. The reason is maybe as obsolete as the CD. Hell, as if that would ever freakin' stop me...
...and this volume is a knockout, folks, uncle OBG is promising you that. Listening back to it, I was like 'damn, if all volume threes or second sequels are good like this...'. Oooh, did I jinx it with too much self congratulating? Ilet you be the judge! Seriously, though, this has excellent flow and probably the broadest array of styles of any of the first three volumes, somehat befitting its subject matter. If David Bowie could hop from style to style, sometimes with no warning or precedent, then so can the people covering his songs!
And so we have some hair metal courtesy of, uh, Baby Snakes with kick-ass album opener "Cat People (Puttin' Out Fire)", some electro-pop (Billie MacKenzie's excellent take on "The Secret Life Of Arabia"), a hard swerve into reggae thanks to the improbable tem of cover experts The Easy All-Stars and Macy Gray on "Rock'n'Roll Suicide", a groovy, almost alternative disco-ish take on "Young Americans" from The Cure, the electronica-meets-guitar work of Stevie Salas' "Always Crashing In The Same Car", befitting the electric pow-wow he titled one of his albums, and not one but two bosssa nova tracks: first the slightly jazzy "The Man Who Sold The World" by Mimi Aida, turned into a sophisticated cocktail bar song and then Seu Jorge's Portuguese-language cover of "Starman", which you might or might not remember from Wes Anderson's typically idiosyncratic The Life Aquatic With Steve Zizou.
Gail Ann Dorsey's heartfelt homage to her former boss via a wonderfully unadorned (and short) take on "A Space Odyssey", only backed by Matthieu 'M' Chedid - a big star here in France in his own right - on acoustic guitar. But it might not even be the best acoustic track here, as it has really strong competitio: Pickyour favorite acoustic Bowie cover here: In the coner to my right, wily vet Steve Harley and a group of acoustic guitar pro's covering and transforming "Absolute Beginners" which loses all the bombast of Bowie's top-notch version. In the corner to my left Aussie Alt Popstar Paul Dempsey with an appropriately harrowing, forlorn take on "Ashes To Ashes".
And there's so much more! Roger McGuinn covering "Soul Love"! The Cowboy Junkies taking on "Five Years"! The reformed Luna covering little-known early number "Letter To Hermione"! Lorette Velvette bringing the rock'n'roll with a brash cover of "Boys Keep Swinging"! A great folk-pop take on "Changes" from Hozier! Camilla Fascina's art-pop take on "I'm Deranged" which I largely prefer to Bowie's industrial rock original! And more!
All delivered with, again without any false modesty, a killer sequencing. It might have less big hitters than the first two volumes but that's maybe for the better. We've Got You Covered: David Bowie (Volume 3) is all killer, no filler. Time to dive head first into that Davey Jones songbook again, folks...
EDIT: While rummaging around in the We've Got You Covered - David Bowie folder I realized that the numbering on Volume One was hopelessly messed up, so I fixed that. And while I was at it, I also threw of the weird little (often completely random) art that incrusts itself like parasites in the folder, but which I can only see on one of my computers, so I threw that shit off volumes one and two as well. New links have been set if you want cleaner versions of those comps. Volume One is here and Volume Two is here.
Hooray for truth in advertising! When I picked up the original version of today's One Buck Record, I knew exactly what it was, thanks to Glitterhouse's honest ad in their catalogue. Yes, Glitterhouse is most known as a label, notably giving Neal Casal a home, as well as folks like The Walkabouts, Johnny Dowd, 16 Horsepower, Lou Ford or Terry Lee Hale. But before that they were, and stayed, a mail order company, that at a time I used to procure my music, notably getting a bunch of my Beach Boys and The Band remastered albums from them. And, uh, this. The refreshing thing about Glitterhouse advertising this budget item was their honesty. They more or less openly said that the conceit of this album as 'a tribute to the spirit of Eva Cassidy' - whatever the fuck that means - was poor taste bullshit and the packaging chintzy. I mean seriously, just look at the horrendous cover art (which I couldn't see in the catalogue, so it was the, uh, nice 'goes with the package' surprise). Yikes!
But, as the Glitterhouse catalogue entry argues, you would still get some very fine music from talented singers like Pentangle's Jacqui McShee and Judie Tzuke (who didn't make it on this reworked version) for very little money. And that is true. The music herein is often beautifully done, despite being made by something called The Klone Orchestra, which sounds really bad. But you can't argue with the results. This is beautiful music, no matter the commercial intent, with some very nice musical touches: adding celtic instrumentation to "Turn!Turn!Turn!", a flute to "I Shall Be Released", instrumentation to a couple of numbers, inluding "Bridge Over Troubled Water", where Filipa Jeronimo's accent always makes me smile ("wo-tah!"), or the little jazz touches and electric guitar solo on "After The Goldrush". The packaging may be dirt cheap, but the music production in it isn't. Yay, Glitterhouse, you were right!
Call it high-quality karaoke maybe, but sometimes high quality-karaoke is better than mediocre original songs. You wil easily recognize all these songs, beautifully arranged and very soothing. I threw off three tracks which I thought didn't fit well - and because there's little known rule #2 of this blog, right afetr rule #1 ("No fuckin' kazoos on this blog!"), and that is "No fuckin' songs from Cats on this blog!". So you're left with only the best of this package, 11 tracks of women's voices on the wind, making your day a little sweeter...
