Posts Tagged ‘Piano’

Mojo’s Cold Shot: James Booker

If Mojo don’t love you baby, then grits ain’t groceries, eggs ain’t poultries, an Mona Lisa was a man. Yeah, that’s right, that’s what my man the late James Booker used to sing in “All Around The World” while wearing that sexy eye patch with the star on it.

It just stuns me that more people don’t appreciate this New Orleans great, he’s a footnote, an afterthought in the hall of fame of American pianists (not just blues or jazz players, I mean all-time greats). Heck, he’d weave classical motifs into his blues, like in “Gitanarias” and the “Black Minute Waltz.” From the sounds of things, he took these musical side streets just for the sport of it.

And of course early in his career he played a little B-3 and did the James Brown thang on cuts like “Beale Street Popeye.”

But he was at his best playing cuts like “Something You Got” and “Lawdy Miss Clawdy” in the classic New Orleans doctor-professor impresario style. His complex left hand rhythms complemented the furious, ornate melodies coming out of the right, making most other blues cats look like ham-fisted piano-beaters. Dig yourself some live “Tico Tico/Papa Was a Rascal” and listen to the interplay between his steady left and deadly right. (more…)

CD Review: Coconut Records, “Davy”

Coconut RecordsToo many actors turned “musicians” simply stumble through albums without much creativity or passion, depending on the fame and “talent” society has somewhat widely agreed upon to carry them from success in one outlet into success in another. Occasionally, however, some are true renaissance men/women – as we saw last week – but it can be hard to tell upon first impression.

Enter Jason Schwartzman, whose musical career dares to annoy not just because he’s known as an actor, and not just because he’s already achieved some kind of fame in the music business, but also because he’s the worst kind of celebrity, a celebrity who was born into fame. A branch on the seemingly vast Coppola family tree, Schwartzman was sucking on a silver spoon before he was even conceived.

Formerly the drummer for the now splitsville “The OC” phenom band Phantom Planet, Schwartzman has released Davy, a second album under his solo project, Coconut Records. And despite the laundry list of reasons why you might be pre-disposed to hate it, doing so only makes it easier for Schwartzman to knock you off your feet.

A short but significant 28 minutes long, Davy is a surprisingly unpretentious album of acoustic guitar and piano based pop. Scoring immediate earnest points, Schwartzman is outward about his influences (namely, the Beatles, the Beatles, and… did he mention… the Beatles?) without unbearable mimicry.

The closest Schwartzman comes to banking on his fame is in “Drummer,” an autobiographical track with a chorus that spells it all out, “I was a drummer in a band you’ve heard of,” but dismisses the statement as quickly as he mentions it, following it up with a ho-hum, “Isn’t that the way it goes?” (Not for every drummer, no, Mr. Schwartzman, but anyhow…) Beyond that line, he makes no references to his famous lifestyle, his wealth or his acting career. Schwartzman sticks to pop basics – love, family, attempts to understand life. (more…)

CD Review: Lily Allen, “It’s Not Me, It’s You”

Lily Allen - It's Not Me, It's YouLily Allen – It’s Not Me, It’s You (2009, Capitol)
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When you weigh Lily Allen’s artistic output with how much tabloid-style press she gets, it’s safe to say that her personality has earned her just as much attention as her music, if not more. Increasingly known for her party-girl ways and her frank, sometimes harsh interviews and commentary, the big-eyed brunette from the UK spent two years as a media darling between the release of her debut, Alright, Still, and her latest album, It’s Not Me, It’s You.

She starts slinging sass from the very beginning with “Everyone’s At It,” about widespread drug use/abuse. “I’m not trying to say that I’m smelling of roses / but when will we tire of putting shit up our noses?” she asks over a power-electro-pop beat. It’s incredibly club friendly, though it’s hard to picture people on a dance floor jamming to a song about their own drug problem.

Lily Allen, “Everyone’s At It” (download)

Kiss-offs to men abound. There’s “Not Fair,” where Allen rides a beat from a western riff while she complains about a guy who’s giving outside of the bedroom, but not giving in it. In “I Could Say” and “Never Gonna Happen,” she flippantly pushes aside relationships with guys who she finds pathetic or boring, but doesn’t pack much of that infamous attitude in either one.

When she does show anger, it feels misplaced. “22″ is an interesting commentary on women devaluing with age, partly because she agrees? Singing about a woman who’s “nearly 30,” she says, “It’s sad but it’s true how society says / her life is already over.” She treks into political territory with “Fuck You,” directed to former US President George W. Bush, but doesn’t have much to add beyond, “Fuck you / fuck you / fuck you very, very much.”

Allen is still an entertainer, though, and her one-liners provide plenty of amusement. In “The Fear,” she claims, “I want to be right and I want lots of money / I don’t care about clever, I don’t care about funny,” but the big joke is her tongue-in-cheek attitude that indicates she so obviously does.

Lily Allen, “The Fear” (download)

It’s fun to see Allen exploring new musical territory, with blooping, sci-fi electronic beats, piano blues riffs, folky tones and even a dash of klezmer. However, the drawback of Greg Kurstin’s unusual production is a lack of anything as instantly sugary as her mega hit, “Smile.”

Allen’s superficial comments on heavy subjects make It’s Not Me, It’s You a featherweight affair, but while her youthful vibrancy hinders her in that way, her version of the life and attitudes of a modern-day 20-something are also part of the appeal. As she’s quick to point out in “I Could Say,” “I’ve got a life ahead of me / I’m only 22.”

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