Posts Tagged ‘Bob Dylan’

Popdose Flashback: Tom Petty, “Full Moon Fever”

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full-moon-feverWhile on a routine errand to buy a baseball mitt, Tom Petty pulled up to a stoplight and glanced over at the car waiting next to him. The other driver was uber producer Jeff Lynne. It was 1987 and Petty had been listening to George Harrison’s triumphant Cloud Nine, which Lynne had produced. So impressed was he by the sound and the songwriting of Harrison’s record that Petty had the former ELO frontman pull over in order to compliment him. Then he uttered the words that would change Petty’s life and kickstart the second phase of his career: “How’d you like to work on some songs together?”

At the time, Petty was in rebuilding mode. He and his storied band, the Heartbreakers, had just completed a world tour behind their album, Let Me Up (I’ve Had Enough). The Florida native was worn out from the constant battles with MCA, his record company, the tension within the band (in particular between Petty and drummer Stan Lynch), and just the grind of being on the road for most of the ’80s. Making matters worse, just before the tour an arsonist had burned Petty’s home to the ground. Literally, he was at a crossroads. The chance meeting with Lynne led to Petty co-writing Roy Orbison’s comeback single, “You Got It,” as well as the formation of the Traveling Wilburys, a laid back supergroup that included Petty, Harrison, Orbison, Lynne, and Petty’s old touring mate, Bob Dylan. Soon thereafter Petty and Lynne commenced on the landmark record, Full Moon Fever, Petty’s first solo recording without the Heartbreakers. (more…)

Basement Songs: Bob Dylan, “The Times They Are A-Changin’”

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dylanMy first couple years in college, after school let out for the summer in early May, I would climb inside my parents’ red GM van and drive down to Athens, OH to visit Matt. Ohio University, where he went to school, was on a different schedule than Bowling Green State University, and Matt’s classes didn’t end until June. There was always one weekend I could drive down and hang out with my childhood friend.

I’ve always loved solo drives through the long stretches of greenery Ohio has to offer. Something about all of that vegetation, all of that life, renews my soul. The drive to Athens takes you through the southern portion of the state; the farther down you travel, the hillier and greener the landscape becomes. With a stack of cassettes scattered in the passenger seat, a couple cans of Coke, and a bag of some greasy, salty snack (generally Bugles — you can’t go wrong with Bugles), the road trip to OU was how I marked the beginning of summer. (more…)

CD Review: Bob Dylan, “Together Through Life”

Bob Dylan - Together Through LifeThis has been a year in which two of rock’s greatest icons have released new studio albums far ahead of their usual schedule. Bruce Springsteen released Working on a Dream in January, a mere 15 months after Magic was released in October, 2007. To show you why this is so unusual, it took Springsteen more than five years to follow 2002’s The Rising with Magic, and going back over his career, that is much closer to the norm.

Now we have a brand new studio album from Bob Dylan, Together Through Life, and it makes an appearance a mere 32 months after Dylan’s last studio album, 2006’s Modern Times. The gap between Modern Times and its predecessor, Love and Theft, was very nearly five years, and again, going back over Dylan’s career, at least in recent years, that is much closer to the average.

Not to be ungrateful, because I’m very happy when either of these artists releases a new album, but what exactly is going on here? What’s driving these men to speed up their recorded output so dramatically? The answer, it seems to me, is pretty simple — time. Bruce Springsteen turns 60 this year, and although it appears that he is in good health, in the last couple of years he has had to endure the deaths of a longtime collaborator, E Street Band keyboard player Danny Federici, and Terry McGovern, who was Bruce’s friend and assistant for years.

Bob Dylan will be 68 years-old on May 24 (Happy Birthday, Bob!), and he also must be facing his mortality after witnessing the demise of many old friends and colleagues, and having his own health scare in 1997 when he was hospitalized with histoplasmosis, a potentially life-threatening fungal infection. It’s apparent that both of these artists feel that they have more to say, and they both realize that none of us is given to know how much time we have left. A bit morbid perhaps, but perfectly understandable. (more…)

Test of the Boomerang: Curiosities Abound…

I love the new Bob Dylan album. I do. Because the older Bob Dylan gets, the more he sounds like Tom Waits. Seriously, though, Together Through Life is another solid, rich album. You can check out the zydeco vibe on “It’s All Good” in the mix down below. Also you’ll find some new Neil Young, some old George Harrison and a couple artists covering the Grateful Dead, including Jane’s Addiction.

Rhino has just released A Cabinet of Curiosities, the ultimate Jane’s Addiction “live, rare, and unreleased” package. A little wooden curio cabinet filled with voodoo dolls, lyrics, reproductions of old fliers, along with the discs (a regular edition in a plain ol’ cardboard slipcase will be released next month). You’ll have to supply your own eyeliner and Nag Champa incense, though.

I got into Jane’s Addiction during the heady summer of 1991 (or was it 1990?) A friend had taped Ritual de lo Habitual for me and while at first I didn’t like “that weird LA shit,” I had to admit it was growing on me. I was having a cigarette (it may even have been a clove cigarette) and listening to side two’s centerpiece, “Three Days,” unfolding like the warm summer evening outside.

Two girls heard the music and came to my window — they crawled into my dorm room and we all sat down on my futon and got acquainted. We instantly became friends. We shared all our stories and some grass. Staying up all night talking, laughing, and playing that tape over and over endlessly. In the morning the three of us watched the sun come up and we ate waffles together. (more…)

The Popdose Interview: Ian McLagan

Ian McLaganIan McLagan is one of rock’s most revered performers. He was a member of the Small Faces, as well as the Faces, and has played with a who’s who of rock and roll, including Rod Stewart, the Rolling Stones, Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan, and many, many others. His unique keyboard stylings can be heard on hundreds of recordings, including such classics as Stewart’s “Maggie May” and the Stones’ “Miss You.” He currently resides in Austin, TX, where he performs weekly with his band, the Bump Band. His latest album, Never Say Never, is available on 00:02:59 Records.

You’ve been living in Austin since 1994. What brought you there in the first place?

It was actually an earthquake. The earthquake in L.A. on January 17 felt brutal, and I’d been promising my wife that I’d consider leaving L.A., but was getting so much work there. After the earthquake I just said, ‘let’s get out.’ We did a little research. It didn’t take long. There’s really only one music city in America. I mean, Seattle’s cool and everything, but it’s got English weather, and New York is fine, but it gets a brutal winter. It was just checks and balances. It’s obviously Austin, and we moved here a few months later, in May of that year, almost 15 years ago.

At some point you put together the Bump Band. When was that?

I’ve had a Bump Band since ‘79. Obviously the L.A. versions were different. I toured Japan with Ronnie Lane in 1990, and we rehearsed here in Austin, at what was then the ARC (Austin Rehearsal Complex), and that was run by Don Harvey and Wayne Nagel. Don Harvey was the drummer on that tour, so he was the first person I called when I was going to move here. He found me (guitarist) “Scrappy” Jud Newcombe, and from there the three of us have been together 15 years.

And when did (former Spirit, Jo Jo Gunne) Mark Andes join?

(Laughing) It’s funny you should mention that. He joined in June, five years ago, and left two or three weeks ago.

I’m sorry to hear that.

I saw him … actually there was a party at the ARC. It was the 10-year anniversary since it closed party, and Mark came from Houston for that. So it was nice to see him. So, I mean, we’re still pals and everything. I think he’s just focusing on different stuff. He probably doesn’t want to tour anymore. (more…)

The Popdose Interview: Dave Wakeling

This is how the history of Dave Wakeling goes: The English Beat, General Public, solo career, then back to General Public, and then to bring it nicely full circle, back to the English Beat once more, which is where he currently resides.

Granted, the current incarnation of the band that’s touring North America at the moment isn’t quite the same as you remember it from the 1980s…Wakeling fronts the English Beat here, while Ranking Roger and Everett Morton are at the helm of the Beat in the UK, while Andy Cox and David Steele sit at home on piles of Fine Young Cannibals cash…but the moment the instant familiarity of Dave’s voice washes over you, you’ll most likely make the snap decision to just shut up and dance.

Popdose had the opportunity to chat with Mr. Wakeling not only about the past history and present state of the English Beat but about his entire career, making stops to check on the status of Saxa, to get a little bit of the lowdown on all three General Public albums, to find out why it took so long between the release of Wakeling’s first solo single (“She’s Having A Baby”) and the subsequent album (No Warning), and to see what he thinks about his former boss at IRS Records, Miles Copeland.

Popdose: Well, I know you’re on tour, but where are you at the moment?

Dave Wakeling: I’m in Calgary, in a carpark at a Best Western Hotel. It’s beautiful, and we’re just heading out in about an hour to the university, where we’ll play a show tonight. And then we’ve got a beautiful drive to Minneapolis.

Ah, very nice.

Yeah, 1,400 miles of very nice. (Laughs)

(Laughs) I hope you guys get along.

Yes!

So how’s the tour been going thus far?

The tour has been going absolutely fantastic. You know, you never want to tempt fate, but it feels like we’re on a bit of a roll, to be honest. The capacities are all bigger than last time, the reviews are better than last time, and just everything seems to be heading in a very positive direction. The new songs in the set are going down great, and people are lining up at the t-shirt stand, asking where they can buy a new CD, so I should say that everything’s heading in the direction of my dreams at the moment.

It certainly sounds as though it bodes well.

Yes!

Well, the idea of the English Beat doing a 30th anniversary tour makes me feel old, so I can only imagine how it makes you feel. Or does playing music keep you feeling young?

Well, there is that as well. Thank heavens that there’s something timeless about music, and so that helps you get through the thinking about all the years. Luckily, I was drunk for half the time, so I don’t remember much of it. (Laughs)

Well, that does help.

It did at the time. Now, I’m happily and gratefully sober, so I can sort of appreciate a bit more of it whilst I’m actually doing it.

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Popdose Flashback: Michael Bolton, “Soul Provider”

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In Bull Durham, Kevin Costner’s character Crash Davis chides Nuke LaLoosh (Tim Robbins) for his laziness and lack of focus on the game of baseball. “You got a gift,” he says. “When you were a baby, the gods reached down and turned your right arm into a thunderbolt. You got a Hall-of-Fame arm, but you’re pissing it away.”

Likewise, when Michael Bolotin (later, Bolton) was born, the gods reached down and gave him lungs of reech Coreenthian leather—a multi-octave range, filtered through a gruff, almost sandpaper-like delivery. But saying Bolton can sing is like saying George Bush can speak English: big deal, what’s he done with it? The issue is context. His early solo work in the 70s was crap—miscast as a Joe Cocker wannabe, he tried his hand crooning stuff like “These Eyes” and “Time is on My Side,” with no particular distinction. His two-album stint as the lead singer of Blackjack was similarly underwhelming—muddy production and faceless instrumentation (by Bruce Kulick, Sandy Gennaro, and Jimmy Haslip, all of whom would go on to more distinctive work elsewhere) left the listener feeling damaged in some significant way.

No, it was shortly after Blackjack, 1983 and ‘84 to be exact, when Bolton found a niche that worked—that of the arena rock god. On both his self-titled ‘83 album and Everybody’s Crazy, which followed the next year, he was backed by flashy, hairsprayed sidemen, who provided the echoed drums and WEE-diddly-diddly gee-tar that helped put Bolton on the road, opening for Ozzy, Loverboy, and their corporate rawk brethren. In arena rock, he found a musical backdrop where his tendency toward histrionics fit, where it was even encouraged. Had he stayed with that style, who knows what might have become of him? He could be co-headlining with Poison this summer, or releasing a Journey-like comeback record through Wal-Mart. (more…)

Mix Six: “Old Rockers, New(ish) Songs”

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If there’s a not-so-subtle subtext to this mix, it would be singers who have raspy voices.  And if there was a disclaimer, it would be this: “Some of these songs aren’t new at all.” But I can’t fit all of that into the subject heading, so, well, there.

I don’t know what it is about the world-weariness of singers like Mark Knopfler, Marianne Faithfull, and Lucinda Williams, but their voices convey such longing and sadness that I’m surprised David Medsker didn’t include their songs in his now-defunct “Mope Like Me” series.

In a way, it must be tough to be an old codger in rock music since the genre is generally marketed to the young.  At what point do you call it a career? It’s hard to say. Maybe you take the attitude of Keith Richards who, when asked if he was too old for rock ‘n’ roll, said something like: “Hey, if B.B. King can get out there night after night and play, I’m gonna do the same thing.” God bless you, Keith.  And so it goes with this week’s lineup. Yeah, these cats are old, but they still make music — or, in the case of Leonard Cohen and Marianne Faithfull, perform music — that has depth, maturity, and substance.

“Down from Dover,” Marianne Faithfull (download)

This is clearly not the Marianne Faithfull that sang “As Tears Go By,” but what she does with this Dolly Parton song is quite amazing.   I said at the outset that there’s a world-weariness to singers like Faithfull, and she sings this tune with the right amount of regret and loss that makes a sad song even sadder. (more…)

CD Review: Indigo Girls, “Poseidon and the Bitter Bug”

Indigo Girls – Poseidon and the Bitter Bug (2009, Vanguard)
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To a 19-year-old roiling with existential crises, the Indigo Girls’ major label debut was the perfect soundtrack for indulgent hours of delicious angst and sweet inner torment. “Love’s Recovery,” “Kid Fears,” “History of Us”—I can’t hear any of them without recalling long, depressing walks around the small town I lived in at the time, thinking about how depressed I was and how long I’d been walking, and Jesus Christ this town is small. They were the musical rain puddles I could sit in seemingly forever, emerging after repeated plays, shivering and soggy-bottomed, but knowing I had heard in the poetry and harmony and playing a sound and sentiment that perfectly complimented my prematurely bleak outlook on life.

Not much later, I discovered vodka, which more or less took care of my existential crises, but I nevertheless kept up with the Indigo Girls for a number of years and albums, enjoying their triumphs (all of Rites of Passage and most of Swamp Ophelia) and shaking my head at their failures (“Touch Me Fall” the most notable). They fell off my radar, but have reappeared on it with a fine new album, Poseidon and the Bitter Bug. Odd as it seems, 20 years after I discovered them, they have made an album that genuinely speaks to me, whose sentiments I understand without giving into the embarrassingly dour mindset that once plagued me.

Loathe though I am to admit this, as I approach 40, I find myself looking back on good times and unholy humiliations alike with a modicum of nostalgia, in spite of myself.  Several of Amy Ray’s tracks take that look back to childhood and adolescence with equal parts wistfulness and regret. “Driver Education” (originally recorded on her solo album Prom) attaches a coming of age romances to a collection of sensory details:

I fell for guys who tried to commit suicide
With soft rock hair and blood shot eyes
He tastes like Marlboro cigarettes, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups
A Pepsi in his hand, getting off the school bus

She progresses through lovers of the more recent past (“tattooed girls with a past they can’t remember”) circling back around to growing up:

I ran for miles through the suburbs of the seventies
Pollen dust and Pixie sticks, kissing in the deep end
Of swimming pools before I knew what’s in there
We come into this life waterlogged and tender
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Unsolicited Career Advice for… Scott Weiland

Uncle Donnie gets pissed very rarely, but when he does he can certainly lay into you. I wonder what Scott Weiland thought when he got this. —RS

TO: Scott Weiland
FROM: Don Skwatzenschitz
RE: Career advice

Scott Weiland

I get mad at you, Scott Weiland, and I don’t get mad at many people. There you are, genius songwriter, rock god, wearer of mascara, and the same hair dye my wife, Mitzi, swears by. Yet you constantly, constantly sabotage yourself. Stone Temple Pilots could have been the biggest band in the world, but you wanted to get high instead. So you break up. You clean up. You work with Daniel Lanois. You practically join Guns n’ Roses. Contraband: best hard rock record of the decade. Libertad: not so much. You get yourself fired from Velvet Revolver, you rejoin STP, you put on some really good shows. Then you put on some really bad shows, stumbling around, ranting and raving.

What’s wrong, Scott? I’m worried about you. Remember the cookout we had up in Kennebunkport back in ‘94, when Mitzi took off her housecoat to show you the STP tattoo on her hindquarters? Remember the hootenanny we had that night around the bonfire, when you took the guitar and played “Interstate Love Song” for us? Remember how much you laughed when Mitzi and I played the All in the Family theme right afterward? I wish you’d think about that night next time you get the urge to secure some China White or act abominably in some other way.

Yes, I’m mad at you, Scott, but I also have some ideas that could help you redeem yourself. Want to hear them?  Here you go:

  • Rename your new solo record. “Happy” in Galoshes?  You’re kidding me, right? This isn’t a Garanimals ad, it’s a record by a rock star. A genuine rock star. Possibly the last of your breed, man. Rename the thing. It’s not too late — no one has bought it yet. You debuted at #97 with, what, three thousand copies? Six thousand? In any event, it’s basically your mom and your fan club, so you can still change the name without too many people noticing. Only this time, name it something cool — Reanimator, or Defibrillator, or something else with “-or” on the end. Smackinator. Or just call it Scott Weiland II. But “Happy” in Galoshes? It’s almost like you don’t want a career.
  • Produce the next Limp Bizkit record. Speaking of shitty titles, you couldn’t talk Fred Durst out of Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog-Flavored Water? Either way, Durst put his ball cap back on and Wes Borland apparently found a bunch of badger costumes and face paint he likes, so Limp Biz is getting back together again. Get in on it, Scott. Produce the record. Sing on it. Tour with them. It’ll be the biggest thing going in the next year, when all the late-’90s kids realize they can’t get jobs anymore and need something to remember their childhood with.
  • Stop doing drugs. Jimi Hendrix did Electric Ladyland under all manner of narcotics. Jim Morrison produced Morrison Hotel and L.A. Woman while stoned, drunk, or both. Dylan wrote Bringing It All Back Home, Highway 61 Revisited, and Blonde on Blonde on speed. Lou Reed did Transformer on some combination of cough syrup and bat urine. All great records. Scott, you cannot do the same thing. You don’t have it in you. Drugs make you do stupid things. Stop taking them. Please.
  • Fake your death. If you really can’t stop dosing yourself for your art, you can still probably pull off a really faux demise. You’ll be lauded in the press. You’ll be missed by your bandmates. You can move somewhere with whomever is close to you and leave the rigors of rock god-dom behind. Do it healthily — don’t take a stash with you. Watch as people come up with all sorts of good things to say about you. Slash might even be moved to do it, too. Heck, people might even buy “Happy” in Galoshes.

All the best,
Don