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The Friday Mixtape: 9/18/09

Remember that mixtape from last week? One hundred Beatles covers? That thing was EPIC! It was freaking magnificent!

Yup… That was… really something.

Well, then.

Midnight Oil – Under The Overpass from Capricornia (2002)

fun. – Benson Hedges from Aim and Ignite (2009)

The 77s – The Treasure In You from More Miserable Than You’ll Ever Be (1990)

Roland Orzabal – Dandelion from Tomcats Screaming Outside (2001)

Porcupine Tree – Black Dahlia from The Incident (2009)

Velvet Crush – Hold Me Up from Teenage Symphonies to God (1994)

Elton John – Something About The Way You Look Tonight from The Big Picture (1997)

Gin Blossoms – Till I Hear It From You from Outside Looking In: The Best Of Gin Blossoms (1999)

Yngwie Malmsteen – I’m My Own Enemy from Fire & Ice (1992)

Toto – Drag Him To The Roof from Tambu (1996)

The Smithereens – Behind The Wall Of Sleep from Especially for You (1986)

Elvis Costello And The Imposters – American Gangster Time from Momofuku (2008)

The Balls Of France – Message From The Country from Lynne Me Your Ears: A Tribute to the Music of Jeff Lynne (2001)

The Simpsons – What Do I Think Of The Pie? from The Simpsons: Testify (2007)

Bootleg City: Lindsey Buckingham, 12/10/92

I was beginning to think I’d never find a tough lawman to clean up Bootleg City, especially after my faux pas-filled interview with Marshall Crenshaw. (I won’t bore you with the details of my preliminary talks with the Police. They work well as a team, but who needs all that drama?) But last weekend, as I was digging through CDs at the one place left in town to shop for music — the local Christian thrift store, Heaven Is One Coffee-Stained Couch Donation Away — I ran across a copy of Law and Order by Lindsey Buckingham.

Of course! Who better to scare the crap out of criminals than the man who followed up Law and Order with Go Insane? Here in America we can’t get enough of “maverick cops” who have trouble “playing by the rules” and are willing to risk “life and limb” to nab the bad guys, possibly because they’re “mentally unstable” or just plain “suicidal,” and years down the road may end up making “anti-Semitic comments” to arresting officers while “hammered out of their gourds on Cazadores tequila” behind the wheel of an automobile. In order to catch the bad guys, you have to think like the bad guys, but sometimes that means you end up talking and even acting like the bad guys. But isn’t it worth all the apologetic “Whoopsy!” meetings with rabbis and the stints in rehab and the worldwide public condemnation if it eventually translates to some face time with Diane Sawyer?

Let’s not forget that Lindsey simulated sex with himself on Fleetwood Mac’s 1987 hit “Big Love.” That’s Rick James-level freaky. Plus he likes to talk about his “gift of screws,” he’s got a somewhat androgynous name, he wore makeup in the ’80s, and he used to do his hair up like Eraserhead and Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner.

It’s no wonder Mayor P.R. Nelson of Erotic City was upset when he found out I’d hired Lindsey — no one had told him that Stevie Nicks’s ex was available as a gun for hire in the first place. His brisk e-mail said it all: “How come U don’t call me anymore?” His second e-mail was even more to the point: “I hate U.”

Don’t worry, he’ll get over it. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about freaky people, it’s that they keep on comin’.

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Bootleg City: Marshall Crenshaw

When the economy’s bad, crime get worse. That’s why I decided to hire a new lawman to clean up this one-horse-because-of-all-the-horse-thieves town.

I know what you’re thinking: “It’s called Bootleg City. If you outlaw the outlaws and start doing everything by the book, aren’t you defeating the purpose of the place? Isn’t there some sort of town charter you’d be violating? Seriously, Mr. Mayor, how stupid can you be?” The thing is, I agree with you. (Well, except for that rude rhetorical question you tacked onto the end of your thought. That seemed unnecessary.) After all, the welcome sign at the edge of town says the following: BOOTLEG CITY — A PLACE FOR BOOTLEGGERS AND SCOUNDRELS AND EVEN RAPISTS, AS LONG AS IT’S JUST THE VIKING KIND OF RAPE WHERE YOU WANTONLY DESTROY THE LAND, BUT BE A DEAR AND JUST DESTROY THE POOR SIDE OF TOWN, OKAY? WE’VE BEEN MEANING TO LAY WASTE TO THAT EYESORE FOR YEARS NOW. THANKS, AND ENJOY YOUR STAY!

Even so, crime is out of control here, so I’ve started interviewing candidates for the job of police chief (and judge, jury, and executioner if they have a talent for multitasking). Unfortunately, due to a nearsighted oversight on my part, I misread the caption on one particular photograph attached to a candidate’s resumé and ended up scheduling an interview with a guy named Marshall Crenshaw. See, I didn’t notice that second L at the end of his first name — it turns out he’s a musician, not the former marshal of Jaggedland. The imagined typo didn’t come up for the first 20 minutes of the interview, though, so I sat there wondering how this bespectacled Columbo-type character was going to strike fear into the hearts of criminals, and he was wondering why he had to meet a town’s mayor before playing a club gig.

Eventually we got the whole thing sorted out and had a few laughs about it. He told me I was his new favorite waste of time, so I told him rape was my favorite waste of time but go-nowhere interviews were a close second. At that point he started looking for the door and said he had to get to the hotel and take a shower before his show.

Musicians are so hard to read. Maybe I just need new glasses.

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The Popdose Interview: Marshall Crenshaw

It’s been a busy time lately for Marshall Crenshaw: He released his 10th studio album, Jaggedland, last month; it’s his first proper release in six years, and his first for the Santa Monica-based label 429 Records. In addition to keeping up his usual touring calendar, he contributed a slowed-down, moody rendition of “Supernatural Superserious” to the R.E.M. tribute concert at New York’s Carnegie Hall a few months back, and last month he became one of the first musicians featured in the “Drop” series of intimate performance/conversation events at the Grammy Museum in Los Angeles.

After working primarily in home studios and with makeshift assemblages of musicians over his last several records, Crenshaw laid down most of Jaggedland at the Sage and Sound studio in L.A. His band included legendary drummer Jim Keltner and former Soul Coughing bassist Sebastian Steinberg, and the album was helmed by Jerry Boys. A prolific producer/engineer whose resume dates back to the early ’70s, Boys cut his teeth on folk-rock (Steeleye Span, Richard Thompson, 10,000 Maniacs) but came to Crenshaw’s attention via his sterling work on recordings by various members of the Buena Vista Social Club collective – particularly 2003’s Mambo Sinuendo, by Ry Cooder and Manuel Galban. That album’s dark exoticism is evident all over Jaggedland.

Stormy River (from Jaggedland)

Popdose caught up with Crenshaw last week; he was at home in Rhinebeck, NY, beginning a brief respite from the road that precedes more extensive touring later this year (starting in September in the upper Midwest). He proved ready to talk about matters both old and new – including a detailed analysis of his rise and stall as a Next Big Thing during the early ’80s.

How did the gig at the Grammy Museum go? I was sorry I missed it.
I thought it was nice. I was appearing with a guy named Bob Santelli [the museum’s executive director, and a longtime journalist and author, who hosts the “Drop” programs]. I’ve known him since day one – he was one of the first people to write an article about me. I figured it would be a cool experience where I could cover a lot of bases. I played a few songs, and half of it was Q&A. Some interesting questions, too.

Such as?
One guy asked me if I thought I’d make it into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame! That question blew my mind, that anybody would come up with that as a possibility and ask me about it.

Well, we did a story last year about people who send around petitions to get various acts into the hall. Anyway, we all know you’re a student of pop, rockabilly, honky-tonk, and god knows what else. As such, are you a fan of the Hall of Fame, or the various music museums in general?
(thinks for a minute) Yeah, I guess so. I’ve been to the Hall of Fame a handful of times, and I tend to enjoy myself there. My favorite tour I ever got there was of the storage lockers, the stuff that’s not on public display. We were rummaging around there and we found Eddie Cochran’s guitar case! There was all this stuff in there from when he was touring, and it was fascinating — there were all these European string brands, miscellaneous little things. We also found one of Ike Turner’s Stratocasters, so I played that for a little while. There’s this ancient bootleg video of Ike and the Kings of Rhythm playing in a TV studio in St. Louis, and that’s the guitar he was playing in the video. I also played Buddy Holly’s banjo for a little while. One of my favorite things, coming from Detroit, was a document signed by all five members of the MC5 acknowledging they’d been dismissed by Elektra Records.

Sounds like the makings of a great History Channel documentary.
Yeah, somebody definitely could do that. You know, it’s easy to be cynical about that whole thing, of memorializing the music of the past, but whenever I’ve been there I’m always moved. The people there are really smart, and care about what they’re doing and about preserving these artifacts. One part of me thinks it’s a crock of shit … but, like I said, I’m always moved, so there must be something to it. (more…)

The Friday Mixtape: 6/19/09

You guys give up, or you thirsty for more?

Bobby Jimmy & the Critters – Roaches from Look at All These Roaches [12"] (1986)
Bread – The Guitar Man from Guitar Man (1972)
George Harrison – It Don’t Come Easy (unreleased) (1971)
Matthew Sweet featuring Lindsey Buckingham – Magnet and Steel from Sabrina the Teenage Witch: The Album (1998)
Rocket Scientists – Gypsy from Revolution Road (2006)
Split Enz – I Got You from True Colors (1980)
The Real Tuesday Weld – Bathtime in Clerkenwell from I, Lucifer (2004)
War – The Cisco Kid from The World Is a Ghetto (1972)
Warren Zevon – Hit Somebody (The Hockey Song) from My Ride’s Here (2002)
Jellyfish – Watchin’ the Rain from Fan Club (2002)
Marshall Crenshaw – Laughter from Miracle of Science (1996)
Sieges Even – Eyes Wide Open from Paramount (2007)
The Smithereens – If the Sun Doesn’t Shine from Green Thoughts (1988)
Vector – How Many Times from Please Stand By (1988)

The Popdose Guide to Marti Jones

guidelogoTo fans of her four albums of marvelous acoustic pop in the mid-to-late ’80s, Marti Jones seemed on the cusp of becoming the next (albeit far hipper) Linda Ronstadt. Jones had inherited La Ronstadt’s knack for putting a mainstream sheen on the songs of neglected rock tunesmiths; meanwhile, her partnership (professional and otherwise) with producer Don Dixon brought her music a modernist edge even as the couple matched terrific melodies with her bright, if slightly world-weary, alto voice.

Their creative alchemy reached its zenith on 1988’s Used Guitars, one of the decade’s finest recordings, and a celebratory four-night run at the Bottom Line in New York that brought together all the album’s songwriters. Those shows (and a subsequent appearance on Late Night with David Letterman) were a highlight of Jones and Dixon’s never-ending tours of those years, which we discussed last week here at Popdose. But a funny thing happened along Jones’ ascent as the pre-eminent interpreter of modern pop: Used Guitars, like her previous albums, didn’t sell, and neither did its highly touted follow-up, Any Kind of Lie. Within a couple years she had parted ways with two different major labels and found herself effectively out of the industry.

Since then Jones has released precisely two studio albums in two decades, focusing instead on her budding career as a painter; these days you’re far more likely to find the fruits of her creative labor on a gallery wall than in a concert hall. Her paintings reveal the same idiosyncratic spirit that always characterized her musical performances – sometimes serious, sometimes whimsical, always authentic. Popdose posted an exclusive “official bootleg” of a Don-and-Marti show last week; next week, Jones will discuss her recent endeavors, as well as the highlights of her musical career, in an exhaustive Popdose interview. Until then, you may view some of her artwork at www.martijonesdixon.com, and join us now as we explore her back (and, in far too many cases, out-of-print) catalog.

Color Me Gone (1984)
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Jones, a product of the surprising musical hotbed that was northeastern Ohio in the 1970s, began her career playing the club circuit in the Akron-Canton area. Friend and fellow Ohioan Liam Sternberg, who was already an established producer and songwriter by 1980, gave Jones her first studio experience singing demos – including one for a Sternberg ditty that eventually became one of the decade’s biggest and most polarizing hits (more about that next week). It was Sternberg who suggested she join up with the three members of Color Me Gone, an established Akron act in need of a lead singer. He then arranged a deal for the band with A&M Records, resulting in this six-song EP of promising, if slight, jangle-pop.

The tuneful lead track “Lose Control” set the tone; songwriter/guitarist George Cabaniss (formerly, if briefly, one of the Stiv Bators-led Dead Boys) kept things tuneful and gave Jones plenty of dramatic high notes, qualities also employed to good effect on “Almost Heaven” and “July/December.” The production (by the high-profile trio of Sternberg, David Anderle and Barry Mraz) and the musicianship are workmanlike, the harmonies somewhat less so. What really leaps off the grooves, of course, is Jones’ voice – which explains why, when Jones bailed out on the band following a dust-up with Cabaniss, A&M gave her a solo deal and relegated the rest of the band to obscurity. (more…)

Hooks ‘N’ You: Don Dixon, “(If) I’m a Ham, Well You’re a Sausage: The Don Dixon Collection”

When you hear the name “Don Dixon,” you’re probably more likely to think of him in terms of his production career than for his accomplishments as a singer and songwriter … and for those who have thrilled to each and every album in his oeuvre, it’s starting to get really annoying. Not that there isn’t a ton of work amongst his past efforts as a professional knob-twiddler to make him legitimately legendary in his field, but there’s just so much more to the man than that. Next week, Jon Cummings and myself will be providing ample proof of that, when we perform our first collaboration and offer up The Popdose Guide to Don Dixon, but for now, I thought I’d ease you into his work by discussing the best … okay, only … single-disc anthology of Dixon’s work: the obscurely-named (If) I’m a Ham, Well You’re a Sausage: The Don Dixon Collection.

(Actually, the title makes sense … more or less … within the first 30 seconds of the album, but until then, you’re allowed to go, “What in the hell does that mean?”)

Devlins Drift

If you know Dixon’s solo work at all, then you’re probably familiar his lone semi-hit: “Praying Mantis.” (There’s a video for it somewhere, because I definitely remember seeing it on “120 Minutes” at some point or other, but apparently it’s become so obscure that it’s not even on YouTube.) The track was definitely a highlight of his Enigma-Records-era releases, but as this collection quickly demonstrates, catchy pop tunes were plentiful within the grooves of everything he released during that time period. It’s no wonder that bands like R.E.M., the Smithereens, Guadalcanal Diary, and The Connells were drawn to his production methods; Dixon himself could jingle and jangle with the best of them, having been playing along with the guys in Arrogance throughout the ’70s and early ’80s before going it solo. Indeed, a couple of the tracks which ended up on his solo records were actually Arrogance tracks … including “Praying Mantis”!

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Basement Songs: The Buggles, “Video Killed the Radio Star”

In 1982, the rock supergroup Asia kept my interest long enough to make me seek out previous work by the band members. This led me to the band Yes, and their final ’70s album, Drama. On it, Asia keyboardist Geoff Downes was given the unenviable task of replacing the enigmatic Rick Wakemen. At the same time, one of Downes’ former bandmates, Trevor Horn, was brought in to be the new singer (another unenviable task, as replacing Jon Anderson in Yes is like replacing Robert Plant in Led Zeppelin; there’s only one voice for the band). Soon thereafter, I learned that Horn and Downes had been in the Buggles, authors of the prophetic song, “Video Killed the Radio Star.” A minor hit on the rock and roll stations where I grew up, it had enough of a lasting impression on me that I sought it out when I went on my ’80s music binge in the early ’90s (this was before VH1 cornered the ’80s nostalgia market). I must have collected eight or nine of Priority Records’ Rock of the 80’s cassettes in a three-month period. Soon after ending this obsession with the music from my adolescence, I stopped listening to cassettes altogether and moved exclusively on to CDs. All of those tapes were moved into a box and placed in a closet to be forgotten for a couple of years.

Those boxes of tapes were pulled out of the closet a couple of years later when it came time to make my first mix CD. You never forget your first. Mine was gold and white with 74 minutes of free space on it. The compilation was done on the job at the animation company that employed me in the early 21st century. The computer I worked on was equipped with software that could convert my old cassettes into digital files and then, ta-da, instant CDs. Digging through the Rock of the ’80s tapes, I picked 15 of my favorite songs. I had always liked the Buggles song even though it was sort of a fluff number. The melody has a bit of sadness, possibly about the passing of a generation that Downes and Horn (and their co-writer Bruce Woolley) were writing about. In particular, the ending piano outro has always moved me. Some may think this bit of classical piano playing is out of place with a song about the modern age, but I have always found it beautiful. Needless to say, “Video Killed the Radio Star” made the cut. Unfortunately, the CD burner I was using was not compatible with just about any other CD player or computer. The only place I could listen to my triumphant accomplishment was in my car. This is how Sophie discovered her first rock song. (more…)

Mix Six: “Girls! Girls! Girls!”

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DOWNLOAD “Girls! Girls! Girls!” HERE

I have to thank Melissa at work for this mix. The two of us were talking about songs featuring female names and she said something like: “Sounds like a Mix Six to me.” Well, I knew I had one song locked in because of Melissa’s suggestion. After that, things started to fall into place very quickly. But it wasn’t until I finished the mix that I realized I happen to know women with all of these names.


“Julie”(Live), Marshall Crenshaw

This song is for my wife. I don’t know if you’ve ever done a song search for “Julie,” but most of the choices are pretty lame. Back in the day when there was a Jefitoblog, he posted this song on one of his Mixtapes (I believe). I had never heard Marshall’s song before, but was surprised to hear that it didn’t suck — you know, given the track record of songs entitled “Julie.” (”Julie” was, of course, originally performed by Bobby Fuller — referred to here by Crenshaw as “my favorite singer ever to have been murdered by gangsters.” –Ed.) (more…)