Saturday 30 April 2016

"o superman" - laurie anderson


"O Superman" is quite definitely one of the most brilliant songs ever recorded. You can find it on Laurie Anderson's 1981 album Big Science which is a more digestible collection of tracks from the 4 hour performance piece United States. Brilliantly, it was also released as a single, despite being resolutely non-commercial and it hit number 2 in the UK charts. 

I've loved this song since I first heard it one evening in 1981 on wonderful Radio 1. What a shock; the eight and half minutes of hypnotic electronica really stood out amongst the fluffy new wave synth pop of the time. 

Utterly unique. Weirdly soothing but unsettling, terribly sad and melancholy too. The only recognisably musical sounds are the glorious synths that buzz in towards the end, and the occasional use of flute and saxophone. The softly repeated, compulsively insistent "ha ha ha ha " is so odd, so unlike anything else, but instead of being off-putting, it becomes comforting and familiar by the end, so that when the song finally stops, the listener is left bereft. 

It's an astounding achievement. How on earth did Laurie come up with this? The song was written in late 1979 not long after the Americans had initiated a disastrous attempt to rescue the hostages held in the US embassy in Tehran. Helicopter blades whipped up the desert sands into the engines and the end result was some downed planes and no sign of the hostages. Laurie was in the middle of writing her mammoth United States, a series of monologues and songs that took a sideways look at the state of the USA at the start of the new decade, and she decided to write a song about the utter failure of the avowedly superior US technology. 

Lyrically she was initially inspired by an aria written by Jules Massenet for his 1885 opera Le Cid. The aria begins "O souverain, o juge, o père" which Laurie appropriated and altered slightly, changing the Sovereign to a Superman and adding in a Mom to join the Dad. Right from the start it's clear that this song is about Force, Justice and Love. 

Laurie envisaged the lyrics as a conversation with a higher power, but unlike Massenet's glorious prayer to Heaven, this would be via the way more mundane channel of a telephone answer machine. This juxtaposition of the powerful and the ordinary crops up throughout the song. Laurie was struck by how the USA is always portrayed as the great defender of fairness and goodness and Mom's home-made apple pie, but that the country was also capable of terrible acts of aggression and violence. 

The softly repeated "ha ha ha ha" which carries on throughout the song was intended to be a sort of electronic version of a Greek chorus. It's likely that Phillip Glass's groundbreaking opera Einstein On The Beach (1976) may have influenced this - the Glass work had repeated examples of softly chanted numbers, insistent and compelling in just the same way as Laurie's "ha ha ha ha". Laurie fed the voices through a vocoder, a voice synth originally developed by the US military, which she felt seemed very fitting. The unanswered answer machine messages pile on the feeling of disconnection, of isolation, but then suddenly the machine appears to reply, "Well, you don't know me, but I know you..." which only ramps up the spooky and spooked mood. And it's message is a simple phrase, delivered plainly but it still somehow creates a real sense of foreboding and deepening catastrophe.... "Here come the planes..."  

In the summer of 2001, Laurie had brought "O Superman" back into her live set, for the first time in years. After 9/11 she considered removing it again, but decided to keep it in the set as the song seemed to take on a whole new resonance. Laurie noted that the song seemed very relevant again - after all, she said, it's basically still the same war, and US planes are still crashing... The version available on the Live In New York album, recorded just days after the fall of the Twin Towers, shows Laurie's voice trembling at times as she performs a highly emotionally charged version of "O Superman". 

So who was speaking, who was warning of the planes? The answer claims to be "the hand that takes". Is this the chill fingers of Death? We are warned of the planes again, but then the dread is dialled back a touch with the rather more chirpy "They're American planes, made in America. Smoking or non smoking?" as if the mysterious voice is merely checking our bags in at the airport. But after quoting the slogan of the US postal service the song takes a darker and more sombre turn once more, the synth wash in the background becomes an ominous hum as in quick succession we lose the love, the judge and even the deity from the opening lines... 
"When love is gone, there's always justice, when justice is gone there's always force..." What's left? "...and when force is gone, there's always Mom... Hi Mom."

So when we are left with nothing, we still have our Mother, and Laurie entreats her to hold us. But in these days of technology and guns and oil and warfare, Mom coldly holds us with military arms, petrochemical arms, electronic arms... and with that the song fires up a deeply treated saxophone / synth duet for a musical coda which subsides after just 45 seconds leaving us with only the continuous "ha ha ha ha" again. Then, without warning, everything stops. Silence.


Originally only 1000 copies had been made of this single, but fortunately one reached John Peel in the UK, and he played it a number of times. Interest was such that the song started to gain airplay on daytime Radio 1 as well, and suddenly Warner Brothers had to press 80,000 copies of the single. It rapidly rose to number 2 in the UK charts.

Laurie made a video for the song, a mesmerising performance which used elements from her stage show at the time - such as the spooky light-in-mouth effect. The video begins with a huge white globe, like bleached out sun, over which a shiny suited Laurie casts a shadow with her arm. With her fist tightly bunched she moves her arm and the shadow copies, until she drops her am and the shadow remains... the disembodied arm shadow returns later to wave goodbye. It's very disconcerting. 


Incidentally, David Bowie took to performing the song on his 1997 Earthling tour. Sung by bass guitarist Gail Ann Dorsey this was a largely faithful cover though some programmed drums kept the piece rattling along. Bowie himself played saxophone and sang a few backing vocals. Interestingly the song still carried the same unsettling mood as the original, despite the more energetic live setting. Bowie had also borrowed from "O Superman" for the softly repetitive "huh huh huh" backing vocals on "Loving The Alien" in 1984.


Back in 1981 I had absolutely no idea what the song was about, but I was utterly gripped by it. Nothing else sounded remotely like it. In the 1980s there was a genuine background fear of nuclear war; programmes like Threads showed us a horribly realistic scenario if the bomb dropped. To me, "O Superman" was a sort of soundtrack to the end of the world. It seemed to be worrying yet hopeful at the same time. This was music that would be suitable for a nuclear winter. It had a stillness and quiet about it that was deeply troubling and the occasional birdsong seemed to suggest that, at the end of it all, perhaps that's all we'd hear. No more technology, just birdsong.

Today, "O Superman" still has a strange Cold War feel to it, there's still an aura of finality, of resignation, of acceptance - "Here come the planes" is sung without any fear or panic, it's merely a statement of fact, yet it causes such feelings of fear and apprehension. And in today's still troubled world, the relevance of those lines is stronger than ever. And the song still sounds like nothing else, and I'm sure it never will. It is totally unique, and continues to have a totally unique fascination for me.


"O Superman  (for Massenet)"
Written by Laurie Anderson 1980.

O Superman. O Judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O Judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.

Hi. I'm not home right now. 
But if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home?
Well, you don't know me, but I know you. And I've got a message to give to you.

Here come the planes.

So you better get ready. Ready to go.
You can come as you are, but pay as you go.
Pay as you go.

And I said: OK. Who is this really?
And the voice said: This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.

Here come the planes.
They're American planes. Made in America. Smoking or non-smoking?

And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justice is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom.
Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms.
Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms.
Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.


Thursday 14 April 2016

random tunes on a sunny thursday


First up "Sue (or In A Season Of Crime)" (I love the silly pretentious title BTW) from David Bowie. This isn't the shortened, more intense Blackstar version, but the longer weirder single that was issued at the end of 2014. It's decidedly odd, that's for certain, but it's perhaps not quite as bonkers as it first appeared, with some oddly catchy melodies werning their way throughout the song. Bowie's vocals are wonderful, soaring, very stagey, almost acted out. Best of all though was the fact that Bowie used it as the opening song on his Nothing Has Changed best of compilation. For anyone expecting something like "Life On Mars?" this was quite a shock!
 
"Jane 12" from Harold Budd's album Jane 12-21 (the follow up album to Jane 1-11 as if you hadn't guessed...). These are all pieces played for Jane Maru, an artist friend of Harold's. Unsurprisingly, the music is quiet and gentle, fluttering by as if blown by a summer's breeze, and it's all extremely pretty. So, business as usual for HB. What's slightly more unusual is that these tracks are all improvisations - Budd set himself the task recording at least one piece per day, and once recorded he didn't revisit the pieces or embellish them in any way.
 
"Evening Star" from Fripp and Eno's concert in Paris, 28 May 1975. This gig has been bootlegged since 1975 but a few years ago it was finally available to buy officially. I first heard this concert in the mid 1980s when I got the bootleg on cassette from a cracking stall on Chelmsford market. Yet, despite listening to this gig SO many times during the past 30ish years, it still sounds fresh and exciting and reveals new depths and sounds to me every time I hear it - how is this possible?  
 
"Reap The Wild Wind" from Ultravox's Quartet. A fine track, continuing Ultravox's run of early 80s hits, but to me it lacks something. I think part of the problem is Sir George Martin's production. On previous albums Ultravox had collaborated with Conny Plank and both Rage In Eden and Vienna nicely mix German influenced synth rock with chilly cold war soundscapes. Conny really brought out the best in Ultravox. But just a year after Rage, with the exact same band, same instrumentation, same style of songs, Quartet sounds surprisingly dated and staid and oddly static. George Martin was the wrong man for the job - "Reap The Wild Wind" is a good song, but Sir George's production makes it somehow sound like an Ultravox pastiche. 
 
This one crops up quite a lot, and I don't know why, but I love hearing it - especially on headphones... "I Heard Her Call My Name" from the Velvet Undergound's White Light / White Heat. Noise, distortion, really horrid sounds, brain piercingly nasty guitars, instruments literally giving up the ghost whilst they were actually being recorded, it's all here. The album basically tries to melt your brain from the inside out and this track, with it's horrendously shrill guitar, is the ringleader. Objectively this is a horrible noise, but I absolutely love it!
 
"Lovers Of Today" - The Pretenders first album is often more remembered for the vaguely punky songs, stuff like "Precious" for example, or the swaggering attitude of "Brass In Pocket". But there's a surprising number of very tender songs on this album. For a start, "Kid" is just delightful. What a perfect little pop song. And this one, the rather epic "Lovers Of Today" is fantastic, with some soaring guitarwork, and Chrissie Hynde crooning a lovely vocal. Must play this album again soon.
 
U2's recentish album, Songs Of Innocence, struck me as a return to form, though I've really not played it very much. It's not up there with Achtung Baby or The Unforgettable Fire, but there's a lot more solid songwriting on this album than we've had recently. It feels like a proper album too, it's not too long, and the production is clean and simple, rather than the bloated overproduced pudding-y sound of the last couple of U2 albums. On shuffle today "Every Breaking Wave" came across like a really classic U2 track, with a charmingly old school feel and Bono delivering a genuinely emotional and affecting vocal.
 
"Lighthouse" from no-man's live album Love And Endings, recorded on their short 2012 tour in the rock'n'roll capital of the UK, um, Leamington Spa…
This is a superb album though, really brilliant performances on every track, with the stunning "Lighthouse" being my absolute favourite. Darkly emotional stuff, rising from a gentle opening to a sharply arpegiated mid section to some crashing chords and squalling guitars underpinning a new couple of verses specially added for this performance. It's beautiful and breath-taking and epic and intimate and I wish, so badly, that no-man would record and perform some more.
 
Finally it was the burbling weirdness and ultra mournful cellos of "Birth Of Liquid Plejades" from Tangerine Dream. It's the opening track of the double album Zeit from 1972 and it's one of my favourite tracks ever, by anyone. It's absolutely magical. 
The opening part is all droning cellos, sad but resolute. But about halfway through the side long track it changes into something spacey, like being beamed through a wormhole into another dimension, as an organ takes centre stage while bizarre synths bubble away alongside. I've obviously never been to Space, but somehow this is exactly what I'd imagine being in Space would sound like. And if it doesn't sound like this, then it really ought to! This music is so genuinely otherworldly that it's rather disappointing to learn that it was merely recorded in a cheap studio in Cologne during the summer of 1972, and not on Alpha Centauri, light years in the future. However, despite being nearly 45 years old it still sounds music from somewhere beyond time.

Thursday 7 April 2016

i can't give everything away - david bowie


I’ve really not played Blackstar very much since that awful day in January.
 
I was so thrilled by this album when I got it on the Friday, played it loads over that weekend, really enjoyed it all, thought it was genuinely exciting and fresh and pushing into new territory for DB, a new way forward.
 
Then the news at 7am on that Monday and Blackstar became something… else. Something that was suddenly much harder to listen to, something that was now overburdened with sadness and sorrow. All that hope and what the future might bring was gone, replaced with a massive hollow void.
 
In the months since I’ve rarely played the whole album. I’ve dipped in and listened to the epic title song, the mad intensity of “Sue” and the gorgeously wistful “Dollar Days” quite a bit, but songs like “Lazarus” and “I Can’t Give Everything Away” have been too difficult, too full of sadness. “Lazarus” is especially hard – now we know what was happening in his life, the video takes on a stark and blindingly obvious meaning. David Jones is dying, he brings Bowie the rock star out for one last, frantic, dance - then puts him away, back in the cupboard, forever.
 
I’m still baffled as to how Bowie could have had the clarity of vision to come up with such a video, faced with what he knew were his final days. And I'm also baffled that no-one could see what he was saying. Until it was too late.
 
“I Can’t Give Everything Away”, released this week as a single, gives us the final lyrics of David Bowie... “this is all I ever meant, that’s the message that I sent…” the whole song is obviously a goodbye. But a goodbye that few spotted. I sort of realised that when I first heard it, but then it seemed more like merely a final-song-of-the-album type lyric than a final song ever. In an email to friends the day the album was released I pondered whether or not this song might actually signify Bowie’s retirement, though I fervently hoped that it did not.
 
But it did; a final, no coming back retirement.
 
The song has all sorts of neat touches, elements from Bowie's past - the harmonica lines lifted from "A New Career In A New Town", the guitar solo that is clearly inspired by Robert Fripp, the way the vocal alternates between soaring choruses and intimate verses. It's all sorts of Bowie trademarks in one glorious song, sad but oddly uplifting too.
 
The newly released animated video for "I Can't Give Everything Away" features the graphics from the album sleeve over star patterns and shapes, with selected words popping up throughout. At first I felt it was a little underwhelming, but after the finality of the “Lazarus” video where the hell could they go with this anyway? But my disappointment changed towards the end of the video when the starfield becomes full technicolour, and morphs into a mix of the 2001 Star Gate and the classic 1970s Doctor Who title sequence. We appear to be rushing towards some infinite unreachable point, and right at the end a little spaceman whizzes off into the far distance. It brings a wry smile to the face of anyone watching, a magical touch of humour to even out the loss and sorrow. And somehow this little spaceman graphic seems exactly right. Bowie’s career really kicked into gear with “Space Oddity”, largely inspired by Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C Clarke’s 2001 A Space Odyssey. And spacemen have cropped up regularly throughout Bowie’s career. So it seems absolutely fitting to send that spaceman back into the infinite 2001 Star Gate, one last time. It seems to be the perfect visual goodbye, to accompany the perfect goodbye song. 
 
I think I'm ready to play the whole album later. There's still a big hole where David Bowie was, and it's almost impossible to comprehend that there won't be any more music from him. But Blackstar is bloody brilliant, and it deserves to be played, and, crucially, I’m sure that's what David Bowie would have wanted. 

Wednesday 6 April 2016

rediscovery of the week - willie nelson - teatro


Willie Nelson's Teatro.
 
This was produced by Daniel Lanois in 1998 and recorded in his studio in Oxnard, California which was constructed in a converted 1920s movie theatre called El Teatro.
 
Lanois and Emmylou Harris feature on almost every song, and the whole record has a wonderful vibe which reminds me of Emmylou's Wrecking Ball, though sparser and with a kind of Mexican desert-y feel. Most of the songs are reworkings of older Willie Nelson songs, some stretching back to the 1960s, although there is a stunning cover of Lanois' own "The Maker" which Nelson really makes his own.
 
The whole album sounds incredibly dusty, especially Nelson's marvellously creaky voice. It's the sort of album that actually makes me thirsty just listening to it… I need a cold beer and a sit down by the porch door while watching the sun set over the dry, scorched plains…

rolling stones - time to stop?


I've been watching some of the recent footage of the Rolling Stones, stuff from the latest tour and the much feted Cuban concert. And for the first time ever, the band seem old.
 
Jagger, still unfeasibly skinny, prances and struts around as usual, and his vocals are still pretty strong, but he'll be 73 in the summer, so it's not surprising that he's lost some of that irrepressible bounce. Some are saying that Jagger’s stage moves look somewhat ridiculous for a man of his age – but frankly Jagger’s stage moves looked ridiculous and undignified 50 years ago and that never stopped him, so he’s not going to change now. It’s just astonishing that he still has any energy at all.

Ronnie (the youngster, he'll be 69 in June) bounces about a bit too, but doesn't seem to be as chirpily animated as usual.

Charlie does the business as always, he's utterly dependable, but he’s showing his age too - he'll be 75 in a couple of months. Oddly, it seemed like the whole band isn’t really having much fun. They all look rather fed up - even Jagger, who was working the crowd hard and really putting on a show, didn’t look like he was enjoying himself much. 

But it was Keith who really surprised me. Where was that cackling piratical demeanour? In the past the band would feed off Keith’s impossible energy, and it was Keith who directed proceedings. Everything used to centre around Keith. Despite Jagger’s natural front man exuberance the audience would frequently watch Richards just as much, because he had this dangerously wicked, unpredictable quality. But recently he comes across as something of a bewildered old man (seemingly older than his 72 years), shuffling about rather aimlessly and with little of his usual outlaw swagger. I found that quite sad.
 
Whilst I'm mightily glad that we still have the Stones - and Ronnie hinted the other day that they've been recording new material, which is tremendous news, as I love this band - they are starting to appear mortal, rather than the truly immortal, untouchable group they've been for over 50 years.
 
Maybe the new recording sessions will rejuvenate the band, but I'm beginning to wonder (Alert!! Alert!! corny sentence ahead) - is it finally time for the Stones to stop rolling? 

Friday 1 April 2016

randomoniums

Here's what the iPod has shuffled for me recently –
"Party Of Special Things To Do" from the wonderful Captain Beefheart. Great intro, just the good Captain intoning "The camel wore a nightie, at the party of special things to dooooo". So there we are… the song itself is surprisingly conventional sounding and comes from no-one's favourite Beefheart album Bluejeans And Moonbeams
"Warning Sign" - a 1976 Talking Heads demo. The band as a trio, before Jerry Harrison joined. Aside from some different lyrics and Byrne sounding strangely calm, far less nervy than usual, it's not wildly different from the eventual version on MSABAF
"The Needle And The Damage Done" - Neil at the O2 in 2013, the show I saw. This song never changes. Always impressive.
"Wrecking Ball" - Emmylou's version, but with Neil on backing vocals. Beautiful, really beautiful.
"Dark Matter" - the final, extremely moody track on Porcupine Tree's 1996 album Signify. It's also quite brilliant. One of Steven Wilson's most impressive songs ever I reckon, understated and restrained for the most part but with a glorious, almost Pink Floydish guitar solo to close the piece.
"1984" - the opening track from David Live, which is an awesome album, despite Bowie's occasionally hoarse vocals (partly the result of too much of Colombia's finest up his nose) and the clear tensions in the band. You know the story - no-one told the band that the shows were to be recorded so bass player Herbie Flowers appointed himself as shop steward and told Bowie's management - MainMain - that the band would strike unless they were paid at a proper recording rate. Manager Tony DeFries managed to avoid the conflict by simply disappearing and Bowie himself had to guarantee that the band would be properly reimbursed. Flowers, perhaps predictably, wasn't paid as promised by the end of the tour and ended up suing MainMan to get his money…Anyway, we ended up with a surprisingly impressive live album, even if Bowie himself hated it. 
"Fortune Presents Gifts Not According To The Book" from Dead Can Dance's album Aion. This is an odd one - I'm sure it's no-one's favourite DCD album, yet it contains a number of really fabulous tracks. And although it seems like the whole album is some sort of pseudo medieval pastiche, there's still a few tracks that are played on very modern tech.

In fact you could say that when you expect flutes it's whistles, and when you expect whistles it's flutes!

Hey, it's not often you get to do a Dead Can Dance joke... Anyway, it's a much better album than my memory tells me, and one which has definitely grown on me over the years. I remember being very disappointed by it back in 1990. Too much hurdy gurdying for my liking.

There's still an odd feeling to some tracks, like "Salterello" or "Mephisto" - pieces which clearly want to evoke the feeling that a 15th century jester is playing the tunes. These, for me, don't quite work because I can't help thinking that Neil Innes and his minstrels from Monty Python And The Holy Grail are going to start singing about how -
"Brave Sir Robin bravely ran away / when danger reared its ugly head / he bravely turned his tail and fled / oh, brave Sir Robin turned about / so gallantly he chickened out."
"Er, that's enough singing for now lads," suggests Brave Sir Robin....  

Back to "Fortune Presents Gifts Not According To The Book" - I really love this song, Brendan's vocal is commanding and warm and rich, and the song is a genuine oldie from the 16th century Spanish Hit Parade. Really. 
"Do You Like My New Car?" - much silliness from the 1971 Zappa band as they go through their extremely rude, but actually rather funny groupie routine. It was semi rehearsed but changed every night with updates of what the various band members had been doing, or rather who they'd been doing… 
"We Do What We're Told (Milgram's 37)" - one of my favourite Peter Gabriel songs ever. The gradual build up of the chorus vocals chanting "We do what we're told", is chillingly effective (reflecting the chilling effectiveness of Stanley Milgram's experiments) and I love all the Eno-esque bleeps and bloops of the backing track.
"Revelator" from Gillian Welch's Time (The Revelator) - a stunningly good song from an extremely excellent album. cropped up on shuffle yesterday. There are a handful of songs on this record that are a little too banjo and straw-hat for my tastes, but then you get songs like the brilliant title song, or "April The 14th" or "Elvis Presley Blues" or the truly gorgeous "I Dream A Highway" which are just wonderful and the slightly worrying yeehaw-ness of those other tracks is all forgiven. Perhaps driving to Chelmsford across the Essex countryside doesn't really do this album justice - I need to be driving across endless plains in Nebraska or Texas, dusty and parched, in a old pick up. But the Dunmow / Chelmsford road will have to do for now. Useless factoid - Tom Jones covered "Elvis Presley Blues" on his latest album! 
"Transmission" - Peter Murphy live in 2009 blasting out a superb cover of this Joy Division song. PM does JD really well, very effective. 
"Where You End" - lovely Moby song from the excellent Hotel album. He's so good at writing very simple, but very good pop songs. I wish he'd do more like this. 
"God Save The Queen" - we mean it maaaann…. It's funny how terribly tame the Pistols sound these days. It's a cracking little song, but it's hard to see why the Pistols caused such a horrendous outcry. It's a bit insulting about Her Maj, but in a rather childish way, like a silly kid saying a rude word in front of a vicar. I suppose it was nearly 40 years ago now (!!) and I guess Britain was far more easily shocked back then.