Reflections on a Record Store Day mini Bruce RIOT, and on Fake Holidays

Last Saturday was my favorite fake holiday of the year: "Record Store Day". Check out the official website for all the fun you missed. Basically its a thing started by Warner Brothers to sell vinyl and create interest in your friendly neighborhood record store, but now 3 years in, all the major and many minor labels have joined in - what's the big deal: exclusive 1 day only limited edition vinyl releases: perfect for a music geek like me. So last year, I showed up at my local participating shop, SCOTTI's in Morristown, in the afternoon to find that many of the cool items were long gone. So, this year, I went again with my 15 year old with a plan: get there at the store opening, 10 am, and scoop up all the goodies. Well, there was a line way before we got there. My instant hunch: its the Springsteen fans. To digress: there was a RSD exclusive vinyl only limited release only place in the planet to get "Wrecking Ball", Bruce's new live-only song about the destruction of Giants Stadium.

Pretty cool item, but you know, those hardcore Bruce fans are so predictable: they tend to not care about any other music on the planet. I mean, they'll know every obscure b-side lyrics backwards and forwards and be able to tell you about the show in Idaho somewhere 5 years ago when Bruce played the song during an encore and changed 3 words in the 4th verse.... but they have no clue about who the Flaming Lips are, or even Gaslight Anthem or Hold Steady (close to the 'new Bruce' idiom stuff). Totally annoying. So, back to my story: I started chatting with the early RSD crowd and figured out in 5 seconds just from listening to them that they really were all Bruce fans. Overheard: "That Bitch in front of the line, I've seen her at the pit at Giants before, at the last Bruce show and she gave me problems before. She better not snag my vinyl..." The Brucehead in front of me wanted to know what I was looking for at Scotti's: I told her, truthfully: "Superchunk". Blank stare, no clue. I said, "Springsteen, right?" She says, "How did you know?" My reply, "Just guessing." She then proceeded to tell her line buddy about how she still had on last night's makeup... ugghh. So then I get to thinking: what is going on here: all of these Bruce-nerds are lined up single file at the door like its a line for tickets to an E-Street Band show or something, but its just a store opening the doors: what are we going to do - stand in front of the rack of RSD specials in a neat line and wait for each person to choose everything they want and then let the next person go? No way, man, its everyone for himself..... so the doors open and the Bruceheads all march in excitedly single file towards the rack at the back of the store clearly marked with all the tasty new vinyl ready to be scooped up. They actually did stand in a single file line, but it started turning into a little bit of a blob within seconds so I ducked around the next aisle to cut around to the other side of the rack... at which point, it happened: "Hey, that guy took all the Springsteen vinyl!" "Stop him" "Don't let him out of the store" Etc. Pushing, Shoving, Yelling, Grabing at vinyl records. A mini Bruce vinyl riot. Store staff getting involved and reminding everyone "Only One Record Store Day Item Per Customer".... at which point the Bruce Blob crowd drifted back towards the front of the store (I guess to prevent the dude from leaving and to stop him from purchasing the pile of Bruce). I mean, really, store policy or not, it was pretty rude, even UNETHICAL to try to buy the whole pile of them (I think there were 5 copies in the whole store). However: this was my opening - as soon as they cleared out, I swooped in with my kid, grabbing as many nice new vinyl releases as I could reasonably justify purchasing and hold in my arms: I nabbed the store's only copy of a Lennon singles package, an MGMT 12 inch single, a MUSE 12 inch, Flaming Lips "Dark Side of the Moon" on clear double 12 inch vinyl.... and more: "SWEET!!!" All while the Bruceheads were still arguing ... and once they figured out that there were no more to buy, they all left! Ridiculous: it was all over in 10 minutes --- fine for me, I got to dig through the nice dusty bins and discover even more treasures: 2 Japanese pressings of some McCartney albums and an Israeli Orange/Clear vinyl copy of "Mull of Kintyre" with the picture sleeve: bizarre, and only 4 bucks! Unfortunately, no Superchunk. But the nice Tegan & Sara single I picked up was going on EBay that night for $100, so I think I made out OK (I'll never sell my RSD treasures, but it is somehow strangely satisfying to know how much other people will pay for these things). One last thing: what is with all of the fake holidays in April? In the last few days we've had "Record Store Day", "Administrative Assistant's Day" and "Bring Our Daughters and Sons To Work Day". And a very local holiday at my kid's school one day this week, for some totally unknown reason: "Wacky Hair Day". They're all actually pretty cool, but who decides these things, anyway? My favorite fake holiday, after Record Store Day? It's FESTIVUS. Oh yea, and happy fake "Earth Day" everyone (April 22): NBC is celebrating by having a green peacock appear in the lower right hand corner on my HDTV tonight. I don't think that little green bird is helping my carbon footprint much.

Going Nuclear over Chelsea Handler

Today's brief post (sorry I've been so lazy...) is on the art of juxtaposition. Today's NY Times published what was supposed to be a long feature article about the remarkable success of comedienne Chelsea Handler. Personally I'm a big fan of her show on E, but I couldn't help but notice: were the NY Times editors pulling a little gag of their own on poor Chelsea? The juxtaposition of the article about people who need help to manage their lice (yes LICE) and the huge photo of Chelsea, all on the top fold of the cover of the Styles section... was either too much of a coincidence, or was just randomly a funny sort of raining on Chelsea's parade. Either way, she seems like just the kind of person who probably thinks its pretty funny that her moment of glory: a feature article in the NY Times with this huge picture of her on the cover was thought to fall into the same category of newsworthyness as the lice story. I wonder how many people never folded the section open this morning and just thought poor Chelsea was just another victim of bugs in her head?

Actually, this whole thing, ironic and amusing as it is, is not unlike the art of juxtaposition often engaged in by the media. From the lefty Times to the Righty Fox news: they all do it. Just talking about things near each other, or mixed up with each other often gives the impression that they are actually somehow related to one another: a great way to smear someone with little to no evidence, or create an issue in the consciousness of the public, and get away with it. As I'm writing this blog, I found examples by checking out foxnews.com and nytimes.com in about 2 seconds -- check out this headline: "Obama's Nuke Mission". As if Obama is on some kind of evil nuclear mission: typical Fox news juxtaposition. On the other end of the spectrum, the NY Times headline for the same summit leaves Obama out of it entirely: "Agenda of Nuclear Talks Leaves Out New Threat": I mean, really, Obama isn't a main player here and the focus should be on the idea that none of this goes far enough because of... you have to read the article to find out what is the 'new threat', which turns out to be: Pakistani nuclear facilities that might be used to build weapons grade nuclear fuel because of their fear of India. Again, a story crafted of juxtaposition of 3 month old arial photos and the real story: the question of how the world's civilized (well, relatively civilized) nations can keep nuclear arms out of the hands of small bands of terrorists who could use them to significantly disrupt the world order and terrorize and/or kill millions in a short flash, literally. So it makes you wonder, with all of this slanted coverage (oh yea, and this is only within the US version of things: you can only imagine how all of this is covered by BBC or in middle eastern countries, India, Japan, etc etc): how do we ever get to the truth of what's really going on here with one of the most important issues of a generation? Probably, any reporter worth his salt would argue that there's a line between unethical juxtaposition and having a unique "angle" or "spin" on a story to distinguish your media outlet from the hundreds or thousands of others covering the same story (probably, millions of others if you count the blogosphere...). I have no answer to this problem, other than to say at least we have a very free (not totally free, maybe I'll post on that some other time) press and we then have to sort through this marketplace of ideas for some version of the truth and that's what democracy is all about. Still, the Chelsea Handler/Lice juxtaposition is just funny, stupid and ironic. Nuclear threats just aren't. I think the media institutions, who are being slowly killed off daily by the blogosphere, had better subscribe to some higher standards on subjects like this, or else they really will dissapear off of the face of the earth, and be replaced by us stupid, standardless bloggers completely. As much as I believe in the value of the world that is opened up by blogs and more, we'll probably all be worse off if the institution of a responsible, professional media, withers away too much further. They need to rise above the anarchy of the internet, not stoop to its level. OK, so honestly, this post kind of sucks, though I kind of feel better having gotten this off of my chest. This whole juxtaposition of Chelsea and the Nuclear story is a little lame, yea? Maybe I need to stick to writing about the music stuff. Next time...

Magnetic Fields and Laura Barrett Live - Town Hall, NYC March 10, 2010

To elaborate on my post on Brooklyn Vegan (where you can find a nice rundown of the setlist and some really nice concert photos), which I felt compelled to write in defense of Stephin Meritt and Co's honour..... Seeing the Magnetic Fields live, finally, was a treat.

Having been a fan of 69 Love Songs and everything after, I was pretty excited to see them live, but really didn't know what to expect. My guess was that the show would be a demonstration of the contrast between the somewhat out of character wall-of-fuzz-and-haze sound of their last album, Distortion, and their new acoustically oriented release Realism, which are clearly companions.



Brother and sister, if you will. But, alas, no. To my surprise, there were no amps or electric instruments to be found on the stage, so clearly Distortion was off the agenda (too bad, because there are some amazing gem-in-the-rough songs there). The instrumentation that night was limited to viola, acoustic guitar, Stephin's little acoustic (bigger than a ukelele, what do you call it?), a lap steel guitar (maybe) and a little keyboard, but all just barely amplified: so there we were in Town Hall actually hearing human beings singing and playing their instruments. Imagine that in 2010: WHO ELSE DOES THAT!??! Outside of classical, jazz, folk, etc. anyway. I mean, you could hear the pick on the strings, the vibration of the body of the viola, and the timbre of Stephin's one-of-a-kind voice. The set jumped around the MF catalogue, with plenty of gems from 69 Love Songs, and a nice sampling of the new album. You can check out a personal highlight of the evening HERE on YouTube, "I Don't Want To Get Over You", from 69. Its a song that out-Morrisseys Morrissey (my first usage, and hopefully last, of Morrissey's name as a verb). Dark, depressing, obsessive, self-loathing, yet witty = classic MF.

I'm currently reading another of those business books, Blue Ocean Strategies, by W. Chan Kim and Renee Mauborgne. Basically, its about companies who succeed by making the competition irrelevant: they ignore the "bloody red ocean" of the battle of competition and instead find clear open water, "Blue Oceans", where they find new markets, products, services, etc. for which there is not yet any competition. This often involves redefining the market or the product itself. Magnetic Fields have been in their own kind of Blue Ocean I think for quite awhile now, just kind of existing in their own sphere, doing their own unique thing, and probably not caring a damn what anyone thinks of all of it (or what I might be writing in this blog for that matter). For sure, Stephin and Co. have their influences but they're really in a little category of their own. And for a few hours at Town Hall, none of the other music in the world mattered, at all:

One comment on the aforementioned Brooklyn Vegan post complained about the obnoxious hushed silence at the show. I experienced it differently: the human, intimate performance full of personality, beauty, humor, wit and only slight amplification, commanded the complete attention of the audience who were for the most part as mesmerized as I was at what was going on up on that stage. From the lightest plink and pluck of the instruments to the unrehearsed informal and vague stage banter: we were all taking in a special moment that demanded complete focus: I didn't want to miss any of it. It really wasn't the kind of show where you would want to be chatting with your buddy about whatever as you're swigging your 6th beer (not that there's anything wrong with that, but just not at this show).

One of my personal favorite moments: after having engaged in the technique twice to bring a song to a slowly quietly faded out conclusion, Claudia referred to the band as the master of the "Live Fade", something nobody else does.

At most live shows, the 'real fans' will prove their devotion by singing along even the most obscure lyrics to every song. At this show, there was very little singing along, lest anyone would drown out the band. Instead, everyone would laugh out loud whenever one of the songs got to one of those witty parts. A good example: the reference during Acoustic Guitar, one of several MF love songs to an inanimate object, the guitar:

"Acoustic guitar, if you think I play hard, well you could have belonged to Steve Earle, or Charo or GWAR..."

You kind of have to hear the melody to get the humor...

All in all, I think it's amazing that Magnetic Fields keep doing what they do best and haven't bowed to the pressure of being more "commercial "that must have inevitably followed their success with 69 Love Songs. If they had, they'd probably be gone by now. Lucky for us, Stephin and Co. haven't abandoned their unique vision of good music.

Now, on to the opening act.....

I unfortunately arrived late to catch the last few songs of Laura Barrett's opening set. She's in a little Blue Ocean of her own, though it is probably quite near the Magnetic Fields' ocean. So there she was, up on the stage with just a little string accompanyment, sitting in a chair, in a flowing blue-green dress. She had a little box in her hand, a kalimba. I think she's probably the closest thing to the Eddie Van Halen of kalimba that you'll ever see. I think it's fair to say that she probably has the advantage in the kalimba-music market... but her music does go beyond that. She has a beautiful, round, rich voice for such a wee little thing, and she sings songs that sound kind of vaguely influenced by jazz, folk and other stuff, but sound like the kind of things that come straight out of someone's brain: unadulterated, unfiltered, uncensored words and melodies that go all over the place in a wonderful way. Highly reccommended. Oh yea, and she was nice enough to sneak up behind me at the merch table and thank me for buying her CDs, which she gladly autographed with a nice little message and good penmanship. Her best comment of the night: referring to her kalimba playing as a "real METALFEST" happening up on the stage. I think she's going to go places: Laura Barrett is the real thing, too.

Farewell (old) drum head my friend: imPerfect Sound Forever

I have lost my snare drum sound, probably forever. Oddly enough, this all started about a year ago when I went to one of those week-long management development courses designed to improve my “leadership” skills. I highly recommend it. It had very little to do with the daily stuff of management (how to hire good workers, how to prepare a budget, how to speak in front of a large group, etc. etc.) but rather was a week of self-reflection. One of the last things we focused on was the famous “work-life balance”, but in a very personal way. This wasn’t a discussion on telecommuting or how if you work too many hours a day or week you won’t be a truly happy person (well, it was a little about that), but rather the focus was on the quality and nature of what you do outside of work. More importantly we all had to come up with a plan (like a mini-business plan) for stuff we were actually going to do to demonstrate a change in different aspects of our personal life to make it closer to what we want it to be, and yes, to balance it out better with all that time we actually spend thinking about and doing “work work.” It’s a very good approach to both work and the rest of life. Having a good attitude or a new attitude or a better mindset or whatever you want to call it isn’t enough: it’s about what you actually do to demonstrate who you are that really counts. So….we’re getting closer to the drum sound issue here…. My personal plan coming out of the development course included a concrete action item called something like: “spend more time working on writing and recording music”. Sounds simple enough…

One of the bullet-pointed tasks to implement that goal has been to improve my recorded drum sound: I haven’t been happy with it for a while now. So I messed around with mic placements, soundboard settings, software settings, etc. and finally my recording buddy got me this amazing little book, aptly titled Recording and Mixing Drums. Who knew there would actually be a book on this mysterious subject. It’s a short little book, actually, a fast 79 pages in very large type with illustrations. The basic points in the book have probably changed the way I’ll play and sound, forever, somewhat unintentionally. I ran home to implement about a dozen of the fast fixes in the book, mostly about “x-y” mic placement, and a whole bunch of other stuff that was all new to me, but easy to do. Emboldened by the instantly improved results on a test drum track recording, I then took the next concrete step (remember, it’s all about doing real stuff, not just attitude) and followed the advice of Chapter 1 of the book. Basically it says (my paraphrase): “Your drums will sound crappy on a recording if you don’t tune them, you idiot!” And fundamental to tuning, you need good fresh heads (and this is a direct quote): “If the drum heads are dented and stretched out, cancel the rest of your appointments for the day.”
Drum tuning is a very touchy subject for us drummers. Every drummer has their own ‘philosophy’ on this and the most stubborn viewpoints are probably held by the self-taught variety such as myself: in summary, “Naahhh, I don’t worry about tuning. I’m not gonna spend time getting a drum head to sound like some kind of piano note or get the head on perfectly straight. That’s bull. My drums sound great just the way they are, see…” at which point you thwack away as usual. So, I took a pretty big leap personally, I thought to myself, by actually listening to the book’s suggestions on tuning, since I never really had ever tuned my drums properly all these years. This was a great moment of listening, self learning and self progression, a step into a discomfort zone: all that great stuff I’m supposed to be doing in both my personal and work life according to my leadership development class.

Did I really need to change the heads, “they’re still pretty new”, I thought to myself. OK, hold on a second: as I looked at my “new” drum kit it dawned on me that it wasn’t so “new” anymore. I knew that my “old” drum kit was from my teenage years (1979 or so), but my “new” drum kit was….hmm….”new”, isn’t it? Actually, it was a gift from my wife on my 30th birthday, which was 13 years ago, and add to that the fact that my main snare drum predates that kit by 5 years or so, and it was bought off the floor at Sam Ash so it was probably there for about a year = I’m playing on about a 20 year old drum head?!?! This required changing, literally, and quick:

So I took the next concrete step and actually ordered new heads (nice Remo pinstripes) and as soon as they arrived, started to work right on the snare, the most important basis for the kit’s sound. I quickly removed the head, put on the nice crisp, clean, snappy new one and started tuning it up with my new drum tuner gadget thingy to get that evenly mounted effect and perfect balance between top/bottom head tension. I finally gave it a good thwack to see where I was in the tuning, and then it hit me: my snare drum was never, I mean NEVER, going to sound the same again. There was no point in trying to tune the new head to sound like the old one: first of all, it had never been tuned “right” and looking at the old head I could see that the combination of age, dents, stretching, and grime must have given the drum head and therefore my whole snare drum sound a particular character that couldn’t be reproduced.

Drummers know that when you play someone else’s drums, you play them differently: the drum placement and drum sound affect how you attack the whole situation. You adjust your technique, your sticking, and everything else. This can actually be fun and exciting – you find yourself playing things that you know you’d never be playing on that old familiar kit of yours, which is kind of like a well-worn pair of shoes, or a baseball glove that’s broken in. So here I am, feeling both terrified and excited at the same time that I’ve ripped the heart out of my old friend the drum kit and she’ll never sound the same again, which means that I will never sound the same again. It’s like not being able to go back home again. Where to go? What to do? Well, I moved forward and changed all the other heads too. With each change came the pain of losing that old familiar sound and the joy of hearing them do something new and different. A whole new world of possibilities is opening up here. It’s kind of daunting.

So my good friend and recording buddy who got me the little book that started the whole thing here called me up a few days ago to report that the hard drive on his multitrack recorder was officially “Dead”. He hadn’t backed it up in a few years, which means he has lost whole bunches of finished and unfinished recordings, including things I’ve worked on but never heard the work-in-progress. He was surprisingly not completely distraught. I mean, this is beyond the little change in a snare drum sound that I’ve been whining about here: this is real mixed, mastered, finished product, gone forever! He wasn’t happy about it, mind you, but he suggested we embrace the situation: a new beginning, isn’t it? Now we can leave all that stuff behind and just do some new things – what do we want to start working on? And so begins the next chapter, musically anyway. It’s kind of exhilarating.

Words of wisdom from the last sentence of my little drum book (another direct quote): “Have fun developing your drum sound.” I’m sure the author didn’t overthink the point the way I’ve been doing here, but I’m taking that bit of advice to heart. This has to be fun - there’s no turning back now anyway, so here we go! Farewell old (drum) head. And more.

U2 vs GBV

I love U2, really. And I've followed them since the '80s and seen them live in all their various incarnations. From the bare bones Unforgettable Fire tour to the Giants Stadium Amnesty show (anyone remember that cover of the Beatles' "Help"?) to the Zooropa madness and back again to the last few tours which were still BIG but more focused on the music, there is one thing U2 has always been: spiritual. Any real fan knows that that's why you go to see them live: it is an uplifting experience of the soul. Sometimes, Bono takes that power too far, perhaps and its a little 'scary' isn't it? Sometimes a little stupid too when the sermon's get too... you know, into the whole "am I buggin' ya?" thing... But that's all OK with me, its part of the experience and either you buy in, or not. For a long time now U2 have been bringing members of the audience up on the stage during the show: for a hug or a dance with Bono, or even to play guitar with the band, etc. (something Green Day has copied on their last tour, to great effect! Oh yea, and lots of others have done it before and since, but it's kind of a signature U2 thing. Anyone remember the staged Courtney Cox moment in the Springsteen "Dancin' in the Dark" video...). Its a magical moment, where its AS IF "U" ARE ON THE STAGE when they pull up that lucky guy or gal. That's what everyone in the stadium is thinking at that moment, and if you look around, you will see people actually crying (really!) when this happens. I usually get misty-eyed myself - it works every time. It's part of the spiritual release that inevitably occurs at every U2 show I've ever seen. HOWEVER:

There is a different kind of magic that occurs at a Guided by Voices show (OK, for the uninitiated, you probably have no clue who they are. Try the band's dormant website which includes tons of free downloads, and singer Robert Pollard's current website for even more. For the uninitiated: there's a good chance I'll be writing lots about GBV here, so stay tuned for lots more...For the initiated, I know, I know there is no GBV anymore but as you all know the magic is still the same at the current Pollard solo or Boston Spaceship or whatever incarnation is next's shows....hereinafter all referred to as a "GBV show").

At a GBV show, you're not in a sold out arena. You're in a club that holds about 2000 people, and its packed. You didn't pay $200 for seats half way up the stadium so you can watch the jumbotron. You paid 30 bucks or so and you're standing pressed up against the stage and getting sweated on by the band. You're not waiting on line for 20 minutes for an 8 dollar beer, you're being handed a beer by Uncle Bob who has a cooler full of them up on the stage. OK, I could go on, but here's the point:

At a GBV show, those guys on the stage really are just like "U". I mean look at them. The clothes are old and tattered, but not because they paid $500 for that pair of perfectly ripped pants: they're just crappy. Bobby and the gang have somehow become semi world-famous but still live in their humble hometown of Dayton, OH etc. and make a living, but there are no castles and mansions to be found among them. In fact, how the heck do they make a living?!? (the key now must be Bob's ridiculously prolific output to the tune of something like a new album every 2-3 months depending on the season, but that's a whole other story for another day). So its not so much that its "as if" U are up on that stage. It really is you on the stage: just a normal bunch of guys who totally have their act together and just rock out (oh yea, and then there's Pollard's genius songwriting, but let's not get caught up on that, I'm trying to make a point). Or maybe it's not "as if" you're up on the stage, but it's that you could be. Or it might as well be you. OK, you get the point. U2 are truly larger than life - in their sweeping echoing musical style, in their stage shows, in their persona: it's what generates that spiritual moment and makes them so great and not repeatable. GBV (again, in all its incarnations) and Pollard is quite the opposite: they are just real life itself - right now, right in front of you, grey hair, a few off-key notes (come on you know it's true, but it just makes it human!), slightly slurred beer-fueled singing and all.

The GBV experience is spiritual, in a more earthy everyman sort of way. While it often feels like U2 is aiming for the heavens, Pollard is aiming right at you, man, down there in the front row with the Corona... what are you, some kind of Sebadoh fan? Get a Miller Lite!


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Potential future monsterbeetle blog topics (but no promises here):
GBV, (the) Who?
Farewell old (drum) head my friend
iPollardPod
Last GBV NYC pier show + Tonic: a belated review

First monsterbeetle blog post

A new beginning? Many people I've met over the years have said "you're one of those people who will write a book some day..." so maybe this is a nice step in that direction. I have to admit, my immediate inspiration to suddenly start this thing was reading the excellent and ridiculously literary and insightful blog by former Guided By Voices bassist / now author, James Greer, which you can read HERE. I'm not quite sure what this monsterbeetle blog will ultimately be about...other than whatever I feel like writing about. The internet has enabled uncountable amounts and types of 'free speech', hasn't it? So, hopefully, there really are no rules to follow here. However, the most likely subjects would be: life, family, music, law and philosophy? We'll see. Hopefully, this thing won't turn into a heap of garbage. At least it will be MY garbage.