Thursday, October 29, 2009
It was 1976, the bicentennial year for America, my phone # at the time was 976-7676 by coincidence.
I couldn't hear the phone ring or the neighbor kids' firecrackers that 4th, I was listening to '801 Live' as live as it could be.
Brian Eno, Phil Manzanera (Ol' Roxy Music mates), along with an incredible crew of friends in '76 put out this gem.
Manzanera's 'Lagrima' guitar echoes and feeds into a cover of The Beatles, 'TNK' (Tomorrow Never Knows)...
it still rings in my ears as one of the best live recordings and versions ever... sorry I missed the call.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Thanks Steve Craft n' family for this ol' birthday greeting.
Friday, October 23, 2009
I was a lucky kid to spend three years living in Hawaii. There I learned to surf, play ukulele and acquire a taste for Li Hing Mui; dried, salt sugar-cured plums that looked like baby mummy scrotums.
I listened to the AM radio hits like most kids in the 60's, but living there I was gratefully introduced to Polynesian music.
Hawaiian guitars, ukes n' tiki beats drifted from backyard BBQ's, the locals' beach parties and of course the tourist spots, giving me a good spectrum of 'Island Music'.
Thirty-some years later (on the Mainland), I heard a song that I recognized from my island days.
I remember riding my bike past an open window when I first heard it and diggin' this sound that lit my ears.
"Bimbo!... Yea, that's his name", said Barry after I asked him the third time.
Bimbo & Les Royal Tahitians and Charlie Mauu & Les Royal Polynesians are featured on 'Polynesia!'
A 'Manuitti' CD release, Production 'Sunset France'
'Wearing Dad's Head', a book of short stories by Barry Yourgrau
Thursday, October 22, 2009
If I were to have to choose a limited selection of songs for my 'Deserted Island Listening', a 20 minute piece called, 'Bel Air' by the German group CAN would be high on my list.
In my Art School days I enjoyed listening to music while I painted, preferably instrumental. Music with lyrics tended to distract me, but this piece with vocals didn't. Foreign languages, inaudible lyrics were fine, not pulling me into a story while I worked.
The singer, Damo Suzuki (a Japanese artist the band discovered), sang with the sound of words rather than coherently.
'Bel-Air' took me wherever I wanted to go.
I found a shallow, grassy burrow on the rocky cliffside at Shoreline Park in Santa Barbara, there I'd sit and draw. I'd pack food, drink, cassettes, cigarettes and pencils and hang out up there drawing and listening to my music undisturbed.
I had the cassette of Can's 'Future Days' looping in my player, one side, click, the other side, click... I fell asleep.
I awoke to a big, bright moon and down below the tide had rose too high to get back.
I slept up there for the night, letting the cassette continue 'til the batteries ran dry.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I decided to gather my thoughts on the music that's meant anything to me... of the ears of the beholden beholder.
So far, a hunter and gatherer of vinyl 45's, LP's, EP's,tapes, CD's, MP3's... next, perhaps embedded storage chips you can turn on with a thought.
Hopefully they won't have too many used chip stores.
A piece of music can bring a memory to mind, a 'record' of time, a sense of being... and finding new music for me is one of life's simple pleasures.