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CD Review: Various Artists, “Ciao My Shining Star: The Songs of Mark Mulcahy”

Ciao My Shining Star: The Songs of Mark MulcahyLast week, in my review of Crayon Angel: A Tribute to the Music of Judee Sill, I said that in most cases, tribute albums are a hit-or-miss affair. That’s not exactly a controversial opinion, but it is equally true that there are exceptions to every rule. The new charity compilation Ciao My Shining Star: The Songs of Mark Mulcahy (Shout Factory) is one of those exceptions — and how.

Mulcahy is the former frontman for Miracle Legion. When his wife Melissa died suddenly last year, Mulcahy was left with a broken heart, a pile of bills, and a whole bunch of high-profile friends who wanted to help out. Their help comes in the form of an album that is not only one of the best compilations of 2009, but one of the year’s best albums, period. More importantly, proceeds from the sale of the album will go to Mulcahy to enable him to raise his twin three-year-old daughters, and continue his music career. Concerts are planned in London and New York to raise more money.

You know how sometimes you’re listening to a compilation album, you hear a track that you like, and you check your iPod for the name of the artist? That happened to me a number of times when listening to Ciao My Shining Star. The only reason I didn’t have to check every time a new track came on is because a number of the artists here are instantly recognizable, including Thom Yorke, The National, Michael Stipe, Frank Black, and Dinosaur, Jr. (more…)

Concert Flashback: Dinosaur Jr., Worcester, Mass., 11/07/97

Editor’s Note: This kicks off a new series where the Popdose staff reflects on memorable concerts they’ve witnessed. They’re not reviews, per se, but in places may exhibit review-like symptoms.

Some gigs are doomed from the beginning. This one was a failure waiting to happen. First, it was to take place in Worcester, Mass., a town I love for its working-class mentality and music scene that cherishes rock, blues, and jazz. Caught between the major concert towns of Boston to the east and Northampton to the west, Worcester has hungry music fans—lots of them—and a fistful of colleges to fuel the scene. But it just can’t get the top acts to make Wormtown (as the locals call it) a regular tour stop, yet the ones who do find the townsfolk quite appreciative. Covering the city’s concert beat for several years for a local arts-n-entertainment rag has turned out to be one of the most personally rewarding periods of my music-writing career.

Dinosaur Jr. formed out there in western Mass. in 1984, predating college mates and rivals the Pixies by a couple years. They were local heroes. To the fans, at least. Club connections I knew ripped on band leader J. Mascis for being overbearing, demanding, and pompous, irritating them by showing up to sold-out shows (not his own) with large groups of friends and throwing temper tantrums when they couldn’t get in. My assignment was to interview him for an article previewing his upcoming gig at Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI, or “whup-ee” as the enrolled like to call it) and he was a flaming dickass to me, answering most of my questions with one or two words and/or a grunt thrown in. He speaks like he sings, by the way, in a half-moaned, half-spoken cadence that recalls Emo Phillips on downers.

Point is, if you’ve ever tried to write a 750-word profile of someone you just realize is not actually worth the idolatry and gave you roughly 14 words’ worth of something to say…well, let’s just say it was a tough assignment. I give Mascis a mulligan; if he does that to me again, he’s on my black list. Enough other people have called him “cool enough” that I’m willing to believe he was having an off day.

But the great thing about writing club previews is that you-plus-one is always on the guest list. DinoJr continues to make great, loud, raucous pop, with occasional gems like “Feel The Pain,” “Freak Scene,” and “I’m Insane,” a little Mellotron-driven ditty from the band’s then-current album Hand It Over. (more…)