Listened: Tuesday September 7
Free music from Phoenix! I see why they released this – the crowd sounds massive and sings to every word. We know about Germans and David Hasselhoff – is it the same phenomenon with Australians and Phoenix?
Get it here and experience for yourself.
Listened: Tuesday September 7
Wow. It’s been a long time.
This is one of the first CDs I owned. I had Genesis Live: The Way We Walk: Vol 1, The Shorts on tape, and I listened to that quite a bit. I remember it being the soundtrack to showering in late middle school and early high school (for some reason when I was growing up I used to listen to music loudly in the bathroom). Vol 1 is their modern 80s and 90s pop stuff, which I had heard on the radio at the time. I’ll admit it – as a 13-14 year old I was a big Phil Collins fan. So sue me. He was a good gateway drug to real rock music from top 40 pop, as far as I’m concerned.
Vol 2 is modern interpretations of their older, more progressive rock songs, with Phil Collins now singing the parts that were originally sung by Peter Gabriel. At the time, I was totally unfamiliar with these songs (and frankly, I still am, in their original form, anyway), but I learned to love this album after repeated listens.
Listening now, though, I’m glad there are not so many damn keyboards or neenery guitars these days. Or when they are used on rock songs, they’re used to entirely different effect. This album sounds so very dated. I’m sure even at the time they were a little out of fashion, given that this album was released in 1993.
Listened: Tuesday September 7
For a newish band like Rod y Gab to already have released a live album is unusual. There’s a good reason for it, though – their live show is very captivating. Though without seeing Gabriela drumming wildly on her guitar, you don’t quite get to experience all of their showmanship from Live in Japan.
From what I understand, Japanese audiences can be pretty reserved, even at rock shows, but Rod y Gab get them all riled up, understandably so. I’m impressed that they seemed to understand Gabriela’s Japanese – how many languages does the woman speak?
Listened: Friday September 3
Mrs. Robinson is a good song, but it’s nice to hear Simon and Garfunkel perform in a time before they were so well known for the music from the Graduate.
Even though many interesting and profound “60s things” had already happened before January 1967 when this was recorded, there were so many things yet to happen in “the 60s” as we think of them. When I hear this, I’m amazed how incredibly young and innocent it sounds. Also, how in love the audience is with the performers; they laugh appreciatively at anything the duo does. It reminds me Bob Dylan’s Live 1964 album.
Listened: Friday September 3
Jimi says Live at Woodstock is the sound of a new band “just jamming”. Anyone in a professional band probably gets a little annoyed when they hear that – when Jimi “just jams” he blows everyone out of the water. Even while he’s high (someone in the audience asks him if he is and he confirms).
I remember seeing the Woodstock movie when I was a teenager and hanging my mouth open at Jimi’s part of the film. I saw all the moves and tricks and I still said “Wait, how does he do that?”
This is one of my favorite work albums. The jams and grooves are so long they help with concentration. I’m sure everyone is sick of hearing the Star Spangled Banner coming out of my office by now.
Listened: Friday September 3
As turbulent their relationships might have been, Jefferson Airplane made some amazing music together, and Live At The Fillmore East captures them while they still were more or less functional as a band. Won’t You Try/Saturday Afternoon captures that function quite well.
I love all the guitar work Jorma Kaukonan does on Thing and Fat Angel. I don’t enjoy so much what they did to Today. It’s sooooo slowed dooooown. It was a slow song in the first place, and I don’t know why it needed to get slower. Grace does a little bit too much scat singing in places too, but then, that’s what she does, given that she doesn’t really have a singer’s voice.
Oh, and this is a brilliant album cover. It took me a second to get it.
Listened: Friday September 3
If you love the early Beatles, Live At The BBC will fulfill all your harmonic needs. I appreciate that this album lets you into what the Beatles must have sounded like on the Reeperbahn – American rock and roll, loud and rough, but adeptly played (assuming they weren’t inebriated).
They cover all the important rock writers from the 50s and early 60s, but I wish they had done more Buddy Holly. Crying, Waiting, Hoping is a standout. On a related note, I wish George had simply done more singing on these songs too. The few he leads are great, impressive considering he was just a baby at the time.
Paul knocks it out of the park with The Honeymoon Song and John’s treatment of Phil Spector’s To Know Her is To Love Her is another favorite. Wonder if it would have blown their minds to know that they’d be working with Phil later on Let It Be?
Listened: Thursday September 2
I love that Moz has released a live album, but unless you can see him whipping the mic cord around and interacting with the audience, it’s just not quite the same! So much of his performance badassery is physical movement and flirting with the audience.
His stage presence is what I imagine Frank Sinatra’s to have been. Very professional, but at the same time much more interactive than “cool” bands usually are. Many bands don’t seem comfortable enough to relax and accept being a professional musician. They want to project an image that they’re just normal people who happen to be singing or they’re too insecure about being cool enough that they spend their time being aloof. With Morrissey, there is none of that. He knows he’s a goddamn singer, in the best way.
I’m glad he did a cover of Redondo Beach – it’s so appropriate for his style I didn’t realize at first it was a cover; I thought it was a b-side I didn’t know about.
I remember back in 2002 before Morrissey’s modern comeback a friend and I kind of randomly decided to go see him in Fresno and then in Berkeley. To this day, the Fresno show was the most surprising show I have ever been to. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t what I got. I knew his singles from the radio, but I didn’t realize how crazy his shows can be, what with the stage crashers trying to get a piece of him. Also, it was one of the more diverse crowds I have ever been in, especially odd in a place like Fresno. There were straight people, gay people, old people, young people, goths, punks, nondescripts, white, black, Asian, Latino (the cult of Morrissey is writ large amongst Latinos)… everyone was there.
I’ve seen him quite a few times since, but nothing has matched those memorable first shows. Morrissey is the man, and I wish I had known that sooner.
Listened: Thursday September 2
Bob is a welcome breath of fresh air after Lifted.
Despite being really fond of the original versions of Bob’s songs, all the jazzed up versions on Live 1975 are fun in a different way. It Ain’t Me, Babe, I Shall Be Released, and Just Like a Woman in particular are transformed very positively. This is my first exposure to the songs from the Desire album, which I don’t own. I particularly love One More Cup of Coffee and Romance in Durango.
Like the audience member who shouts his appreciation during the show, I also love the violin player (who supposedly was discovered for the tour just walking down the street with her violin case). Joan and Bob do a better job singing together than in the early days, though to be honest, still not excellently.
I have fond memories of drunkenly singing along loudly to this album in Woody’s car as he was driving us home from a party. I usually don’t sing loudly in front of other people, but he was either lucky enough or unfortunate enough to witness it!
Listened: Thursday September 2
Because I love I’m Wide Awake It’s Morning so much, I’m loathe to say it, but Lifted made me want to kill myself. The first few tracks especially. It’s just too depressing for listening at a job that doesn’t uplift me. Listening to it twice through was like self-torture.
Sorry, Conor (and all the hipsters out there who now will consider me a “normal”).
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