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Parlour to Parlour, Episode 2: Leopold and his Fiction

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To say that Sunday, February 15, 2009, was a busy day for me is an understatement. I had decided to devote the entire day to Parlour to Parlour shoots, after discovering that I couldn’t spread them across two days. Basically, nobody was willing to give up any of their precious Valentine’s Day hours for an interview. In hindsight, I should have known better than to propose V-day for anything other than a date. But all was well that ended well: I did have a date of my own on the 14th, and I made the rounds on the 15th to visit three different artists I had discovered through my time at Performer Magazine. Daniel James from Leopold and his Fiction was the first I met that day.


Standing next to the Happy Hollows‘ Sarah Negahdari at the Knockout in San Francisco’s Mission District, on the night I first saw Leopold and his Fiction perform live (the Hollows had just finished their opening set), I remarked to her that the band’s fierce grooves reminded me a lot of the blues rock & boogie of early the ’70s band Cactus. Her reaction to that statement was pretty much the same as that of Daniel James, Leopold’s chief songwriter, singer and guitarist, when I dropped in on his San Francisco apartment about six months later — “I’ve never heard them before.”

I get that a lot. (more…)

Mojo’s Cold Shot: Left Lane Cruiser

On one hand, Jon Spencer, in my book, has a lot to answer for. The half-baked, half-rehearsed stuff he sometimes releases is offensive to the people who work for a living for actual money to buy his records.

On the other hand, he and a few other people grafted their musical knowledge, interest and love of Mississippi Hill Country blues to their own tuneage and created an exciting new genre of music known today as Deep Blues, practiced by the folks who attend the annual Deep Blues Festival in Lake Elmo, MN (of all places).

Gotta love him for that. YAY-ess. I’ll also give Flat Duo Jets, Chickasaw Mudd Puppies, and Timbuk 3 a share of the credit for the fantastic Deep Blues acts out today like the Black Keys, Black Diamond Heavies, and even the White Stripes, the latter of which the Deep Blues guys kinda ignore–I think–because Jack White can seem a little arrogant and a little too big for his britches.

This week’s electric blues duo you’ve never heard of–but should love–is Fort Wayne, IN’s Left Lane Cruiser, which belts out guitar-based blues, raucous like few others in the milieu.

I love their unofficial theme song, “Truck Song.”. And then there’s “Wash It.” Bashing, raw, primitive, electric blues. No synths, no frills, no Timbaland or Pharrell to smooth out the sonic rough spots that might offend your rose-fragile ears. If that ain’t a Cold Shot, I don’t know what is.

Jon Spencer fans, don’t think I am a hater. I am ambivalent. As a peace offering, I give you a deeply unauthorized track from Pussy Galore’s, ur, reinterpretation of the Rolling Stones’ Exile On Main Street. The whole album, they did, but I’m just giving you “Hip Shake.” Google the rest of it if you’re really curious.

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When Good Albums Happen to Bad People: Glenn Danzig, “Danzig II: Lucifuge”

Many artists put on emotional masks, and there are a multiplicity of reasons they do so. Some simply wish to distance the “real them” from the audience, in order to allow some semblance of their “true” nature to remain private. Others enjoy putting on an act, and feel that the creation of multiple personalities, fully controlled by them, is either an extension of their work, or perhaps just a way to mess with other people, or “give them what they want.” Others don’t start out with masks but grow to wear them, as the boundaries between what is internal and external blur, finally leaving an individual whose psyche is little different from what the gossip columnist or their own press agent claims them to be.

In most cases, the greatest danger that these masks, these falsehoods pose is to the artist him or herself. People who end up losing themselves in their character often end up emotionally distressed, spending their later years trying to get back to the time they lost, or they over-compensate, becoming a caricature of their public persona, as if to try harder to show that their problems are really just normalcy. We pity Michael Jackson, perhaps we hate him, but he isn’t changing our philosophies with his plastic surgeries. A few of us may on occasion ponder what will become of children raised by a parent like him; but we don’t think the mask he wears is really dangerous, even if he wants us to believe it is.

But then there are those who we really can’t tell are serious or not, and on top of that, who may, with their behavior, promulgate some of the worst tendencies among people. If they’re serious about that, that’s bad. If it’s just a put on, well, that’s possibly even worse. Take the example of Glenn Danzig, who has gained a reputation as diverse as his musical career. He’s been a godfather on the American punk and metal scenes. He’s been underground, and he’s been a sellout. He’s been seen as dead serious, and as either a master of irony or a put on. What he is — what he really is — is debatable, even after 25-plus years in the music business. But the fact that he has never sought to clarify some of the most hideous of his supposed tendencies makes him a classic candidate for this column. (more…)