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Dw. Dunphy On… Criticism

I think you’ve gotten us all wrong, and it’s time to set the record straight.

I’m not going to say there isn’t a contingent of malcontents in the field of criticism, because that would be a lie. There are plenty of people who got into the game because of a grudge against that which they’ve chosen to review. I once knew a movie critic, a local guy for a local newspaper, who frequently and regularly savaged the films he saw. It didn’t matter what it was — comedy, drama, animation, universally lauded, universally panned, the danger money was on him trashing the subject. In the meantime, he shopped spec scripts to agents and sent off treatments to studios. The more he sent, the more he was rejected. The more he was rejected, the nastier his criticism became. His reportage was venomous, like hate notes from a spurned lover.

That, right there, is the underlying truth. Even though that writer was an exception to the rule, approaching everything with aforethought disappointment, most of us critics don’t and it is because we’re still in love, if not with the media of our choosing then with the promise that’s always there. Somewhere in our adolescent lives, we stumbled into a movie theater and saw something that set our eyes on fire, made the blood flow a little faster, gave us something we hadn’t experienced up to that point. For me, it was music and I can’t very well say when it first caught on. Was it my mother’s records of The Coasters Greatest Hits, or The Fifth Dimension or even “Cathy’s Clown” by The Everly Brothers? Was it Dad crooning along to Sinatra and Perry Como on those long, languid summer drives? Was it when we lived in that rental house and I played the 45 RPM record of E.L.O.’s “Can’t Get It Out Of My Head” until the sunset, and I stared at that beige United Artists record label spin ’round and ’round? Was it that weird, unsteady feeling I got when the right chords were strung along, exploding into a surprising and pleasant direction? There is a love there that is almost impossible to adequately describe, but is there in most critics. (more…)

Caught on Tape: The Day I Didn’t Disappear in Front of George Harrison

460px-George_Harrison_1974[1]It was a day of unmatched California beauty; a startling and fiery sun perched high above in a crystal blue sky and blazed down promise. It was an essential day, a meteorological marvel meant to be stored away for future reference.

“Dude,” a friend would ask the following week, “do you remember how amazing it was last Tuesday?”

And of course you do. Even if the day itself was all you’d been given, that would have been gift enough. But the weather was merely an underscoring for the occasion, a gilded and golden opportunity to spend an hour with George Harrison. You’ll forget how to breathe before you forget this. Simply saying the words out loud (actually you’re reduced to mumbling them sotto voce because you’re afraid that anything above a whisper might reduce the reality to mirage) – “I am hanging with a Beatle” – is enough to render you stupid.

Then you start considering the notion that maybe Harrison himself ordered up the perfect day as an interview-ambience backdrop. We all knew that he spoke with God all the time (and if He was going to listen to anybody, He’s going to find a minute or two for a Beatle). So, anyone who recalls a glorious Tuesday back in 1974, somewhere around May or June perhaps, the presence of just a soupcon of magic embedded in the sunrays, you can thank George and God (though not necessarily in that order).  (more…)

Mix Six: “Songs for the Downwardly Mobile”

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You know that sinking feeling you get when you hear your boss say: “Hey, can I see you in my office?” Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. And if you don’t, then you’re one of the fortunate few who hasn’t been laid off, downsized, made redundant, or just lost a job.

I was laid off last June as part of the first wave of this recession, and at the time, I thought: “Well, I’ll find something in the next two or three months.”  Three months turned into four, four into seven, and even though I was doing all the things one is supposed to do when looking for work, I had exactly one interview for an editorial job, and then … nothing but polite letters of rejection.

Of course, as I was trying to change my microeconomic situation, the global macroeconomic terrain shifted and what little air was left inside the bubble leaked out in an SBD way, causing many jobs to wither up and die in its cloud of noxious fumes.  Every day, it seemed, employment news got worse and worse, and every day I tried to keep my chin up and not let the bad news affect my motivation level.  I gotta say, it was tough at times, and if it wasn’t for family and friends, it would have been pretty bleak.

If there’s an uplifting note to this story it’s that I did find gainful employment.  However, right as I was ready to start my new job (at the company that had laid me off seven months previous), my wife, and then my brother, lost their jobs. I heard from acquaintances, friends, and friends of friends about the snowballing effect this recession is having on the employment situation of many who thought their jobs were secure. I’m sure you’ve heard similar stories, and maybe you’re one of them.  It’s all so depressing and, in some ways, numbing. Pretty boo-hoo stuff, really.  But if you find yourself wallowing in self-pity, or just need an infusion of sympathy for those less fortunate than you, here’s a little mix I whipped up for times like these.

“Career Opportunities,” the Clash (download)

Love may mean never having to say you’re sorry, but don’t be sorry about having to take a shit job for less pay just to keep your head above water – even if the Clash highlight a few soul-killing jobs in this tune.  Just remember: it’s not forever.  Things will turn around and when you’re in a position to, you can tell your boss to take this job and shove it. (more…)

SXSW ‘09: Off to Austin

As I write this, I’m sitting at the gate at Newark Liberty Airport, waiting for my flight to Austin. The ungodly hour is 6:20 a.m. As you read this, hopefully I’m jetting over America, on my way to SXSW.

This is my first visit to SXSW, but I’ve worked hard on my schedule to provide the best possible coverage of this massive event. The festivities begin officially tomorrow, but I’ll be out and about today and tonight, getting the lay of the land.

So check back here each day to see what I’ve been up to. I hope to be able to include photos, and perhaps even some video. You can also follow my adventures on Twitter @popdose.

See you in Austin.

Ken

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My Citi Was Gone

citigroupI have a lot of thoughts about the quasi-nationalization of Citigroup, because I am a Citibank shareholder. Some of those shares were acquired in the traditional capitalist manner; my husband placed an order through his online brokerage account. (We thought we were so smart, buying shares at $5 and change!) Some of the Citi exposure came through socialist means: I’m a U.S. citizen, so Timothy Geithner doubled down on my stake.

What happened? Subprime mortgages and global financial collapse aside, Citigroup may have become too big to manage. It is definitely too big for another bank to take over; Chase was willing to take over Washington Mutual accounts, but it could not handle the account volume of Citi, too.

Citibank has long pushed the financial supermarket idea. By offering banking, brokerage, and insurance services under one umbrella, Citi hoped to make it easy for customers to deal with them. It also hoped to squeeze more profits out of each person who walked through the door. But it was always a tough sell. Savvy investors don’t want any one institution to know everything about them; they’d rather play a few different companies off of each other. They’ll shop around for an extra 0.50% on a CD, work with a few brokers to get the best stock ideas, and move their insurance business whenever they find a better premium.

Also, diversifying among several firms reduces the risk of problems – from the Madoff risk at one extreme to the simple headache of limited access when something goes wrong. If you lose one credit card on an overseas trip and need to get home, it’s nice to have another card with a different bank. If a teller is mean to you and you decide to move all of your business in a huff, it’s easier if there isn’t that much to move.

The underlying problem with the financial supermarket is management. How can anyone be on top of everything from how nice and knowledgeable the tellers are to the risk levels of complex derivatives trades? The President of the United States has an easier job, because the president isn’t expected to post a profit. Also, he can print money and drop nuclear bombs to get things done. Vikram Pandit, the CEO of Citigroup, doesn’t have those nifty tools. He couldn’t even split the company up into more manageable pieces, because that would have taken away critical assets needed to prop up the banking business. (more…)

How Bad Can It Be?: Mishka

So I’m eating pork rinds naked at my computer, idly wiping my greasy hands on my thighs while the dog slouches in a corner licking her chops, and I come across an e-mail invitation to a CD release party to celebrate the launch of Matthew McConaughey’s new record label.

I’ll pause for a moment to let the full horror of that image sink in: Matthew McConaughey has his own record label.

Matthew McConaughey, that handsome devil whose film career gives new meaning to the word “underperform.” Looking back over his résumé, I’m surprised to note how many good movies he’s made (at least one of them—John Sayles’ Lone Star—genuinely great). The thing is, I completely forgot he was in any of them. What comes to mind, thinking about the guy, is a string of financial or artistic debacles (Amistad, The Newton Boys, Sahara); his terrible performance (and wardrobe) in Contact; the dead-eyed sleepwalking through interchangeable rom-coms. When Failure to Launch opened, you could be forgiven for thinking that it was a documentary about McConaughey’s career arc.

Remember, this was a dude who, after his breakthrough performance in Dazed and Confused, was touted as a New Leading Man. His rugged good looks and laid-back charm drew comparisons to the titans of Old Hollywood—Gary Cooper, Clark Gable, Cary Grant. Instead, he’s turned out to be something of a John Agar: a working actor, name above the title, sure, but not someone who can “open” a movie on his own. So what the hell happened? How did this guy, who at one point looked like a worldbeater, begin his slow slide to mediocrity? Well, listen—I’m not one to tell anybody how they should get their kicks, but let’s face it: Matthew McConaughey smokes a fuckload of pot. Now, call me crazy, but I’m thinking that might have something to do with it. Still a handsome cat, mind you, but he’s starting to get a little… resinous.

Now, when you’ve got that much THC in your system, your decision-making skills are bound to be impaired. You might even forget where you are; McConaughey seems to think he’s still living in the pre-Napster 1990s, when record labels were still remotely relevant and every celebrity was expected to have his own. (He’s also got a clothing line, which is a slightly more ’00s-era business model.)

Okay, we can argue the wisdom of that later; but what about the music? Who has been signed to j.k. livin’ Records? What undercelebrated artist will be the first to benefit from the marketing muscle of Matthew McConaughey’s name recognition factor? (more…)

Touch And Go Records: Certainly The Second Part

Touch and Go RecordsIn sudden and shocking fashion, it was announced today that Touch And Go Records, the venerable Chicago label, would be closing down its distribution wing and, at least for the moment, will no longer be releasing new music.

Touch And Go Distribution, formerly Southern Distribution, moved labels like Merge, Drag City, Thrill Jockey, as well as their own Touch And Go imprint and subsidiary Quarterstick Records. Among the Touch And Go label roster, bands like Slint, The Jesus Lizard, Calexico, Brainiac, The Dirty Three, Urge Overkill found their audiences during their association, with some staying on even when big label money called.

The blame falls, of course, on the bad economy and the ever-dominant digital market making physical product less and less financially viable. While a return to releasing new music may yet happen (in fact a couple of releases are still slated to come out) it is all dependent on a market recovery, something that most analysts are not counting on. Essentially, this could well be the end of one of independent music’s cornerstone institutions.

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Lost in the ’80s: The Wild Swans

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This has been a week of happy endings for me, and I’m not referring to a trip to the massage parlor (this time).

Y’see, twenty-odd years ago, I bought one of those awesome Sire Records compilations Just Say Yes, which featured a veritable who’s who of new wave/alternative rock in the late ’80s.  Amongst the Depeche Mode and Erasure remixes sat a song by The Wild Swans, a combo from Liverpool that had been kicking around in various forms since the dawn of the decade.  The Wild Swans were a little New Order, a little Echo & The Bunnymen (in fact, Bunny drummer Pete de Freitas produced their debut single), and a dash of every other jangle-rock band of the moment – Sire had a habit of signing a lot of bands that sort of blended together.  Isn’t that right Ocean Blue?

In fact, vocalist/keyboardist Paul Simpson doesn’t have much good to say about his experience on Sire – from a 2004 interview:

“Being on a major was just one compromise after another. To be fair, Sire did give us a huge push in America and we even had a hit single in Germany but it’s at home you want to shine. The Smiths psychically destroyed us. They had the pretty jangle and the soaring vocal melodies but with the extra winning ingredients of big blouses, gladioli and humour. We were prop and humour-free. I know I keep saying it but that beautiful keyboard refrain from There is A Light That Never Goes Out is Ged’s from “Enchanted”. Later I would just crumple when voices from the audience would accuse us of being Smiths copyists but inside I’d be thinking how these morons were revealing to the whole concert hall how ignorant they were.” (more…)

The Popdose Guide to Peter Himmelman, Part Two

When last we left Peter Himmelman, he was leaving (or being pushed out of) the major-label world, and heading for indier pastures. Far from signaling an end to his career — or even a real slowdown in his hectic release schedule — this move seemed instead to provoke a flood of new Himmelman music.

The five albums we’ll cover in Part Two of our Himmelman Guide may not seem like a whole lot, but they’re really just the tip of the iceberg. For reasons of space and time, we won’t be covering two children’s albums (My Fabulous Plum and My Lemonade Stand), four odds & sods collections (From the Himmelvaults, volumes 1-4), or any of the Emmy-nominated incidental music he’s written for television. Not to mention any of the other cool stuff to be found at his official site.

Clearly, the man has been gifted with an impressive work ethic. But how does the work itself hold up? Let’s go find out.


Stage Diving (1996)
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Peter Himmelman - Stage Diving

Himmelman dealt with his new free-agent status the same way a lot of other artists do; namely, he released a stopgap live album.

I have never been to a Peter Himmelman concert, but by most accounts, they’re not to be missed — he’s known for doing anything and everything to make sure his guests get their money’s worth, from doing impromptu second sets on the sidewalk outside the venue, to inviting patrons out to a post-concert, after-midnight lakeside show, to making up songs on the spot by request. To the extent that this can be said about an artist few people know of, Himmelman’s live act has acquired something approaching legendary status.

Does this come across in Stage Diving? Eh, not really. It’s a good live record, sure, but it draws mainly from Himmelman’s Epic releases, which benefited from fairly “live” production in the first place; the thrill of hearing a great song liberated from a weak studio recording is part of what makes a live album essential, and that doesn’t enter into the equation here. Moreover, there’s only so much of the live experience’s magic that can translate to an audio recording; a lot of it often rests on the interplay between band members, and again, that doesn’t really enter into the equation here.

That being said, up until the release of Himmelman’s recent best-of, Stage Diving stood as the only thing resembling a career-spanning overview for the artist, and these are all fine recordings in their own right. His stage banter is mercifully brief and generally witty, he’s got a gift for feeling the temperature of an audience, and — on “Closer” (download) — he even throws in some passable freestyle rap. Not to mention that this version of “Been Set Free” (download) might even surpass the original.


My Best Friend Is a Salamander (1997)
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Given the overall seriousness of his body of work, a person could be forgiven for regarding the idea of a Peter Himmelman children’s album with a certain degree of skepticism. Certainly, few who had only listened to his studio albums could have foreseen the degree of silliness Himmelman would display on My Best Friend Is a Salamander — or guessed it would lead to a critically well-received parallel career.

We won’t cover the sequels here, but if you listen to Salamander, you get the idea. There’s wonderful, life-affirming stuff the whole family can enjoy, like “You’ll Always Be You to Me” (download), and goofy kid’s stuff like “Larry’s A Sunflower Now” (download). In short, it beats the hell out of sentimental treacle like those Kenny Loggins Pooh Corner records.


Love Thinketh No Evil (1999)
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Himmelman emerged from the longest between-album layoff of his career with Love Thinketh No Evil, a more rock-oriented, sonically adventurous collection than he’d ever attempted. He was rewarded with commercial indifference equally as resounding as any that had greeted his other releases, which is weirdly fitting; it’s just as good as its predecessors, and maybe even better.

The album kicks off with the noisy, vaguely industrial-ish “Eyeball” (download), but for the most part, Thinketh’s experimentalism is a matter of slight degrees. Songs like “Checkmate” (download) and “Forgiveness Shining” (download) wouldn’t have sounded out of place on any other Himmelman album — which is to say, they come from deep places, they’re written with a sharp, empathic eye, and more often than not, they hit the listener right where it counts.

What sets Thinketh apart from other Himmelman albums is the production, which is — comparatively speaking, anyway — fairly dense; certainly, it’s busier than anything he’d recorded since Synesthesia. Where that album was victimized by ’80s overkill, however, Love Thinketh No Evil benefits from the added noise. Guests include Chris Vrenna, Mike Elizondo, Lee Thornberg, and Corey Sipper (whatever happened to her, anyway?)

All of this was no doubt helped along by the fact that Himmelman had signed with Six Degrees Records; had he stayed there, it’s tempting to wonder what a healthy production budget and smart A&R might have done for his future releases. As it turned out, unfortunately, Thinketh was his sole effort for the label.


Unstoppable Forces (2004)
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Peter Himmelman - Unstoppable Forces

For many artists, there comes a point when things like fancy packaging and intricate production need to fall by the wayside in the interest of simply keeping things going. For Peter Himmelman, this point is marked by Unstoppable Forces, a collection of songs as stripped down as its predecessor’s were built up. From the looks-like-it-was-taken-with-a-cameraphone cover photo to the bare-bones arrangements and production, Unstoppable is strictly a no-frills affair.

To some fans, the album was a bit of a letdown; while only Skin was a true concept album, each of his previous releases can be viewed as following a certain theme, be it sonic or lyrical. In contrast, Unstoppable is, for better or worse, really just a collection of songs. There’s certainly nothing wrong with that, but particularly after a five-year wait, it’s understandable that some listeners would be disappointed.

The songs themselves are predictably well-written, passionately performed, and focused on matters of the soul. Leadoff track “The Deepest Part” (download) sums up, in under three minutes, Himmelman as a songwriter; “The Scent of Autumn Burning” (download) takes a little longer, but does the same.

I suppose what it boils down to is that a guy in Himmelman’s career marker is, regardless of sales, most likely finished with making grand, career-defining statements. They’ve dug their grooves (or trenches, as the case may be), and subsequent releases are more about mining their richer depths than about exploring new vistas. Hence, an album like Unstoppable Forces: a little of this, a little of that, and at the end of the day — even if it doesn’t shatter the pillars of heaven — not a bad addition to the catalog.


Imperfect World (2005)
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Peter Himmelman - Imperfect World

Being that they were released only a year apart, there’s a certain degree of similarity between Imperfect World and Unstoppable Forces: two-word titles; somewhat painful packaging design; basic production. To put things in perspective, they’re as closely related as any two back-to-back Himmelman releases since Gematria and Synesthesia.

That being said, Synesthesia wasn’t a sequel to Gematria, and neither is Imperfect World really Unstoppable Forces II.

Imperfect is a little punchier and rawer than its predecessor, for one thing; it was recorded with a band that included Pete Thomas on drums, so there’s no small amount of muscle to the rhythm tracks, and Himmelman — who handles all the guitars — has never played with more intensity. It’s a good deal darker, for another. The title track (download), in particular, was inspired by the unexpected death of Himmelman’s sister, and other songs, like “Kneel Down” (download), raise the stakes on the endless spiritual struggle that has taken place in his solo work since the first note of This Father’s Day.

Like Unstoppable Forces, this set of songs acts as a deepening and a refinement of what Himmelman has said and done before — as good an indication as any that fans can safely expect his work to continue to improve with age. He was an old soul in a young man’s body when he cut his first solo album twenty years ago; now, with experiences to match his insight, he has a truly special gift to offer the patient listener.

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