disruptive play – SHEPHERD SIEGEL https://www.shepherdsiegel.com Fri, 15 May 2020 19:51:41 +0000 en hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=5.4.2 https://i1.wp.com/www.shepherdsiegel.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/cropped-DisruptivePlay-5.jpg?fit=32%2C32&ssl=1 disruptive play – SHEPHERD SIEGEL https://www.shepherdsiegel.com 32 32 137988190 Magical Mystery Tour Is The Beatles Best Album https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/magical-mystery-tour-is-the-beatles-best-album/ https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/magical-mystery-tour-is-the-beatles-best-album/#comments Fri, 15 May 2020 19:34:01 +0000 https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/?p=2041 The Beatles were such incredible tunesmiths that it would be specious to assert that they ever put out a bad album, British or US versions notwithstanding.  But Magical Mystery Tour in fact has more of what was great about the Beatles in its grooves than any of their other releases.  It is the only album that so completely reveals the entire range of their abilities: the masterful pop single, thematic work, sophisticated and innovative song structure, and poetry.  No other Beatles album can match it in all of these areas.

Magical Mystery Tour, coming on the heels of Sgt. Peppers may have seemed (and even been) a bit ‘patched together’ but time has erased that perception.  Side One is the soundtrack to the surreal and boundary-smashing television film of the same title.  I don’t care that it commercially flopped as a film—we’ll get to that—the music is exquisite.  Overall, the side contains all of the pop loveliness that Paul McCartney can ooze, but placed in the crazed, playful context of John Lennon’s world.  The opening title song is a pop masterpiece.  Everything is in place and great: the mix, the use of the piano as a power chord instrument, Paul in the mix giving dimension to John’s lead, strong background vocals, rolling wheels special effects, hooks, amazing horn parts, and everything we love about the collective voice of the Beatles.  Never released as a single in the US, it reached #2 in the UK and stayed on the charts for nine weeks.

The Fool On The Hill is as good as any of Paul’s signature ballad hits, right after Yesterday and Eleanor Rigby—just not released as a single, and it has the added feature of the staccato accordion, used to great effect, minus the preciousness Paul would come to affect soon enough.

Flying is movie music.  Cool.  George uses a campy surf guitar reverb tone not heard in any other Beatles song.  Blue Jay Way is a dog; you might enjoy it if you’re stoned.  It fits the mood of the album, with string parts reminiscent of I Am The Walrus, but George deserved whatever ridicule he received at the merciless hands of John and Paul for this one.  Sorry.  Yet even this song can be seen as emblematic of the Beatles chance-taking and transitions, in this case to Harrison’s stunning contributions to the White Album (Long, Long, Long, Savoy Truffle, Piggies and While My Guitar Gently Weeps).

I like Your Mother Should Know as much as any of Paul’s other cute songs; a remake of When I’m Sixty-Four with Paul’s music hall sensibilities.  Notice Ringo’s very cool sustained cymbals between the first two verses.

Do I need to convince you that I Am The Walrus is the Beatles greatest song ever?  John’s most obscure yet evocative lyrics.  Signature rock swagger in a gorgeous pop setting, with wailing backgrounds, rock ‘cellos, psychedelic interlude going out of rhythm and leading perfectly into the bridge, music concréte set in the background.  The best of the art rockers, from Roxy Music to Radiohead still wish they could write and perform songs this good.  Look, you weren’t going to like Revolution #9.  This is the Revolution #9 that worked beyond John’s wildest dreams.  In fact, this was his wildest dream.  And A Day in The Life, masterpiece that it is, didn’t transport the pop listener as far into the Ether of Music that Walrus does.  That’s an accomplishment.

And there is psychedelic ‘cello dripping all over every tune like hairy walrus syrup.  In fact this most abundant use of ‘cello on a Beatle’s album gives it an (unintentional?) unity, a theme if you will, just as acoustic guitar and muted drums dominated Rubber Soul.  ‘Cello is prominent on no less than half of the ten songs on the album.

If people want to criticize this as the ultimate ‘over-artiness’ of the Beatles…let them.  Where else do Beatles so conspicuously quote other tunes (Greensleeves and She Loves You in Strawberry Fields Forever, and that Hail to the Queen in All You Need Is Love.

And I’ll raise the ‘art’ stakes further.

The film Magical Mystery Tour is as close as we get to a Beatles ‘dark side,’ and wondrously so.  John and company didn’t need to match the Rolling Stones’ ‘bad boy’ image or resort to the morbid.  Why?  Because they were so much more creative.  The film shows a glorious connection to the insane, to parody and satire, and the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band are in the film (the house band at the striptease joint George and John visit) to emphasize it.  Fellini would have been proud to have conceived the dream sequence where John as a waiter is lifting shovelfuls of spaghetti and meatballs into Ringo’s obese aunt’s crying face.  And so on.  It’s only fitting that the Beatles’ most successful journey into the dream world would be a semi-conscious, hazy moment between Sgt. Peppers and the White Album.  The public wasn’t ready for it then, but we are so lucky today that John, George, Paul and Ringo (and yes, Big George Martin as the jacket proclaims) had the guts to put it out then.

Still not convinced?  On the greatest hits collection, The Beatles/1967-1970, Magical Mystery Tour accounts for fully a fourth of the 28 songs selected, more than any other Beatles album.  Think the folks at Apple know what I’m talking about?

Okay, let’s give Side Two a listen.  Well, Side Two alone had more singles (four) reach the American Top Twenty than any other Beatles album, and three of them—Penny Lane, All You Need Is Love, and Hello Goodbye—made it to Number One.

And that fourth one, Strawberry Fields Forever (only made it to number eight), is another contender for their best song ever.  Let’s get on with our lives and forget the “I buried Paul” reference buried in the mix (yawn) already; as music, it’s an incredible coda with backwards tape loops and the one-note iconic George Harrison tailing phrase that eighteen other bands have ripped off.  The song is one of the few dreamy psychedelic relics from the Sixties that will never sound dated.  And the inspired ‘video’ that accompanied its release, with the Fab Four going dark on us again, playing an old piano draped with cobwebs outside under a sprawling old oak-tops 99.9% of the drek MTV was to start broadcasting fifteen years later.

Hello Goodbye integrates Paul’s sweet tendencies one of the last times with a collective effort known as the Beatles.  It’s no doubt Paul’s songwriting, but the sound really belongs to the group.  George, John, and Ringo (hey, no Ringo songs on this album) are all there, and the mix is GREAT, superior to any pop manufactured today.

Parting shot.  I can never resist, and never quite master, the time signature changes in All You Need Is Love, but it goes in and out of seven, and has a nice music hall/tavern singalong feel.  It’s a precursor to Hey Jude, but goes a little more wacky on us as it fades, with sax solo, She Loves You reprise…the works.

So to prove a point, and taking apart the film ‘soundtrack’, dropping a couple of tunes, and reordering the best, Magical Mystery Tour can be reassembled in a way that makes it more obviously the best album the Beatles ever recorded…benefitting from everything they had learned to date, a penultimate collaboration with George Martin, a loaded gun cocked and set to explode on the subsequent White Album.  Try this sequence:

Flying > Hello Goodbye > All You Need Is Love > Fool on the Hill > Strawberry Fields Forever > Baby You’re a Rich Man > Penny Lane > Magical Mystery Tour > I Am the Walrus.

With one side an experimental soundtrack, and the other the mere assemblage of the current singles, Magical Mystery Tour is The Beatles accidental masterpiece.  While the band struggled with a coherent sense of what they were trying to do with the film, and were plagued with production problems, they admirably did exactly what we expect, hope for, and appreciate most about our greatest artists . . . they took chances.  This time, the chances that their muse led them to didn’t coincide with the expectations of the fans and the critics.  Mozart had the same problem.

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ONE WORLD: TOGETHER AT HOME – – – APRIL 18, 2020 https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/one-world-together-at-home-april-18-2020/ https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/one-world-together-at-home-april-18-2020/#respond Mon, 20 Apr 2020 00:25:09 +0000 https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/?p=2026  

 

As was said during the day’s One World: Together at Home program, the world must act as one now.

May the abdication of national leadership in the United States mark the ascendancy of a truly great international power that compels intelligent governance, something we’ve never had worldwide.

The One World: Together at Home program inspired me. I found hope where there had been little. The program made an artful presentation of the pernicious and reverberating and consequential impacts of the coronavirus pandemic. And I mean artful in the best sense of the word, they presented the issue and the human drama in a clear way that was accessible to a broad spectrum of folks, and did not stray far from its central purpose of thanking the workers working the hardest to protect us all and to beat COVID-19. Subsumed under that main message were underlying realities: that the health care professionals also must be the communicators to loved ones when we cannot be in the room with them; that people of color are suffering disproportionate infection and death; that the World Health Organization, WHO, is a vital resource and key to defeating COVID-19; and that we all play a part, even if that part means staying at home. Those organically connected realities shared the stage with some truly wonderful artists, there to give us hope, encouragement, and more facts.

Artists’ primary responsibility is to have an open, compassionate heart and an open, enlightened mind, and to show up for work prepared to share them through the prism that is their art, reflecting our world. On this the artists delivered, with emotional performances that both felt the pain and reached for its healing. They summoned and lit up the best of the human race.

That belief in humanity fuels a strong partnership between cultural leaders, musicians, artists, journalists, and efforts to organize an international public health infrastructure. Such an influential partnership holds promise.[1] Could there be the silver lining of a new global awareness, where understanding this pandemic means making the connections and responding to the ever more urgent need to ameliorate racial discrimination in the form of disproportionate suffering; income inequality that creates inexcusable crises for the working class; and the vulnerabilities of homelessness and toxic poverty? Throughout the world? This awareness needs to be the driving force of every nation’s government. On Saturday, we heard from some leaders who bring that awareness to their missions. That’s hopeful.

In the United States, we’ve yet to implement appropriate taxation—in particular the taxation of the very wealthy. It’s 70 years since we’ve come close, during the Eisenhower administration. I’ve always believed that that was the best way good governments could create a more just world, end poverty and all its ill effects, not to mention sustain infrastructure, education, environmental protection, health care, and so forth. I still believe that.

But in this time of crisis, if philanthropy has to be the kindling of that liberating fire, so be it. If the US Chief Executive is going to unilaterally withdraw funds or delay payments to the World Health Organization and it has to be made up via 21stcentury telethons, so be it. If to take care of their citizens, the governors of the 50 United States have to behave as if they lead nation states, so be it. If the volunteer organizations of the world have to be the ones to lay the cooperative groundwork for an international public health system, one that would be state-of-the-art in preventing a future pandemic, one that would have the tools to immediately squelch a future outbreak—if they have to achieve that without the support of an isolationist bully in the White House, so be it…[at least until November 2020].

And while we’re at it, the 50th anniversary of Earth Day is April 22, 2020. It’s nothing to be proud of that we’ve known we need to do a better job of stewarding the earth this long, and we’re failing more than we’re succeeding. But wouldn’t it be nice . . .

[1] I couldn’t figure out why the channel I was watching went to a National Geographic special that made a big point about how Rambo and Knight Rider were powerful US exports that they contend were key to bringing down the Soviet Union. Whether it was deliberate or serendipity, I’m conjecturing that a pop culture message of peace and healing could be just as influential as that of a murderous soldier of fortune.

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Western Michigan Station WZZM / Channel 13 Recommends “Disruptive Play” https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/western-michigan-station-wzzm-channel-13-recommends-disruptive-play/ https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/western-michigan-station-wzzm-channel-13-recommends-disruptive-play/#respond Fri, 06 Mar 2020 23:43:23 +0000 https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/?p=2006

Thank you, WZZM! This is the link > My West Michigan < is a fun, local, daytime TV show that found Disruptive Play a worthy enough hoot to recommend it to readers throughout Western Michigan. This COULD have an impact on our upcoming elections

 

(cue Goudoud’s Funeral March of a Marionette, theme song from Alfred Hitchcock Presents).

March is National Reading Month . . . that leaves 11 other months for tv binging . . . so crack a book!

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Superior Dead in the Studio https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/superior-dead-in-the-studio/ https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/superior-dead-in-the-studio/#respond Fri, 06 Dec 2019 17:46:45 +0000 https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/?p=1983
The Warlocks, on their way to becoming Grateful Dead.

The rock impresario Bill Graham famously said of the Grateful Dead They’re not the best at what they do, they’re the only ones that do what they do. And There is nothing like a Grateful Dead concert. True that, on both counts, and the many shows I went to, in particular between 1968 and 1973, attest to the communal, telepathic, joyous and inspirational qualities of the gatherings. The musically spectacular shows made formative and indelible impressions on my teenage soul, and the Dead’s witnesses are legion.

The live shows were all about immediacy and the drama of connection, dancing and taking a trip. You knew in your bones there was nothing like it. The archetypal vibrations, resonances and reverberations of those shows, whose essence persisted even into the 1990s (and some claim continue to this day) would cause some to eschew Grateful Dead studio albums, save the epiphanies of Workingman’s Dead and American Beauty. Obviously, St. Stephen, Scarlet Begonias > Fire on the Mountain, China Cat Sunflower, Sugar Magnolia, and Dark Star are all examples of studio cuts surpassed by innumerable live performances. That’s how this thing worked and who they were. Live Grateful Dead’s the thing.

Club Front, San Rafael, where the Dead sometimes rehearsed.

But not so fast there, pardner. I’ve not listened to the thousands of hours of live Dead shows on record, but anyone who makes that claim is either a liar or in serious need of professional help.* Yet I’ve heard enough to boldly guess that around twenty Grateful Dead songs have studio versions that are definitive, appearing on no less than nine of their albums. Either because they couldn’t pull off the harmonies live, or the live arrangement was clumsy by comparison, or due to some other elusive butterfly, I’ve always felt that, despite what I’m sure are a number of live performances that launched well, the studio versions of the following songs were more powerful, they better captured the song’s essence. I’ve left out those songs from albums that never got much (if any) live performance, including just the ones they still played a lot, either because they were good launching pads for jams, or the Dead somehow thought they could pull them off live, or they just enjoyed playing them, knowing full well that the quintessence had in fact bloomed in the studio.

Before the Deadhead mob comes after me, raining skulls and roses onto my delicate sensibilities and vulnerable list, remember that this is only about twenty tunes . . . that means that there are somewhere north of 100 Dead tunes whose ‘definitive’ performances are to be found   in the Main Thing, the live tapes…and missing those, the attics of our lives.

 

[from the album Grateful Dead]

Golden Road (to Unlimited Devotion)

Cold, Rain and Snow

Cream Puff War

 

[Aoxomoxoa]

Dupree’s Diamond Blues

Doin’ That Rag

Cosmic Charlie

 

[Workingman’s Dead]**

Uncle John’s Band

High Time

Dire Wolf

New Speedway Boogie

 

[Garcia]***

Deal

To Lay Me Down

The Wheel

 

[American Beauty]

Box of Rain

 

[Reflections]

I’ll Take a Melody

 

[Wake of the Flood]

Mississippi Half-Step Uptown Toodeloo (or is the September 3, 1977 show in Englishtown, New Jersey the definitive one? I’m checking it out!)

 

[From the Mars Hotel]

Unbroken Chain

 

[In the Dark]

Touch of Grey

 

[Built to Last]

Foolish Heart

Built to Last

Picasso Moon

 

 

*Unless you are Dick ”Mr. Dick’s Picks” Latvala or Dave “Mr. Dave’s Picks” Lemieux. And they get paid!

**This happens to be all of Side One.

***I would have included Bird Song on this list, but FINALLY, there is a delectable version from P.N.E. Coliseum in Vancouver, BC from June 22, 1973, just released in 2018.

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Bring ‘em in with the Ear Candy Pop…then Throw ‘em the Red Meat Blues https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/bring-em-in-with-the-ear-candy-popthen-throw-em-the-red-meat-blues/ https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/bring-em-in-with-the-ear-candy-popthen-throw-em-the-red-meat-blues/#respond Fri, 06 Sep 2019 00:02:31 +0000 https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/?p=1891 After the flowering of Sixties rock and before the blunt commercial thunder of 80s arena rock, fans took a breezy ride up the escalator of power chords, catchy hooks, and growing audiences—listening, bobbing and maybe dancing to the major acts of the mid-Seventies: Led Zeppelin, Queen, The Who, Pink Floyd, Aerosmith, The Eagles, Cheap Trick, Fleetwood Mac, Alice Cooper, Kiss, Van Halen, Blue Oyster Cult, Styx, Jethro Tull, Journey et al. Some of these acts created less lucrative but more innovative music in the Sixties: Zeppelin, The Who, Floyd, Fleetwood Mac, Jethro Tull, and my guilty pleasure, the Steve Miller Band.

I got to go hear and see the Steve Miller Band for about the eighth time, at the mid-sized Chateau Ste. Michelle Winery here in Western Washington. It’s a nice place for us oldies…comfortable, in a setting among trees and vineyards, but still capable of hosting raucous and swinging rock music. This show, at the end of Miller’s tour, brought great music, entertainment, communality, and satisfaction to the crowd, a crowd he schooled and made wriggle, rock, and roll.

Partly due to my bias of growing up in the Bay Area, but mainly by way of how great their first five albums were, I fell for the Steve Miller Band’s psychedelic blues approach. They landed with the trippy but sturdy late-Sixties LPs Children of the Future and Sailor. The next two albums, Brave New World and Your Saving Grace, featured some of the best rock piano playing by the best rock piano session man, Nicky Hopkins. They recorded evergreen hits like Livin’ in the USA and Space Cowboy (my deep cut: off the album Number 5, “Goin’ to Mexico”)Miller explored a rock/blues/psychedelia form along with countless other white boy bands, mainly Brits and Yankees. He tweaked and mutated the music until he found a commercial resonance, and then ree-bop ba-diddly bop, he rode a wave of huge radio hits: The Joker, Take the Money and Run, Rock’n Me, Fly Like an Eagle, Jet Airliner, Jungle Love, etc. And after more than fifty years as a consummate, professional, rock’n act, Steve Miller continues to write his own ticket, playing classic blues and blues-infected country to audiences in their 30s, 40s, 50s and 60s.

Miller wants to be remembered as part of the blues lineage, both bringing the tradition back and innovating upon it. And he will be. He serves on the Board of Directors at Jazz at Lincoln Center. He learned guitar at a very young age listening to Les Paul in his living room and getting lessons from family friend T-Bone Walker. He played with Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy Waters, Buddy Guy, Junior Wells, James Cotton, and Paul Butterfield. His first San Francisco band included his Texas high school buddy Boz Scaggs. Steve Miller is one of Paul McCartney’s favorite and most frequent collaborators. He’s the real thing.

Steve Miller with Les Paul, 2004.

He hit me over the head with his 2 by 4 of love. First, Miller gave his own history of the blues and his influences to the audience, including among those influences the original electric jazz guitarist Charlie Christian. He then shared his artistic goal: to sound like Jimmy Reed and Freddie King playing a Robert Johnson tune with a T-Bone Walker guitar solo. Okay, cool. But in our over-saturated music-as-wallpaper world, most people, a, don’t listen to music, and b, once they recognize a genre, for example a T-Bone Walker solo, they go oh yeah, this is cool for about 7 seconds and then go back to talking to their friends about whatever. Which is what this show was like. Crappy audience not really giving the musicians enough of a chance…until Miller pulled out that 2 by 4.

He did something I’d not witnessed or participated in for a long time: he got that crowd to listen to, dance to, and dig a T-Bone Walker styled blues, like, all the way through. Who’s T-Bone Walker? He’s Mr. Stormy Monday Blues, he’s the original urban blues artist, but from Texas, he’s the originator of the guitar style that Chuck Berry took and made into rock and roll. So congratulations, Mr. Miller! Thank you for that bit of psychic surgery, taking that audience on a trip down Blues Alley.

And the overall achievement of this show is that Miller has dialed back the arena rock bombast enough to allow for sets that travel through several genres, mixing in blues, country, love ballads and hard rockers. They sounded like a band, not a hit machine.

Steve Miller, Chuck Berry, and Lonnie Turner. 1967, San Francisco.

Take a look at that list of big rock acts from the Seventies from the beginning of this piece. Who among them has taken their prestige as an “oldies group” still able to command a substantial audience, and used that as a means to educate more people about our country and blues roots and some of the truly great artists who continue to go undiscovered, under-appreciated and uncompensated?

Speaking of which, this 2019 tour featured the incredible Marty Stuart and his Fabulous Superlatives, opening the show and joining Miller and his band for several tunes. Stuart is cut from the same cloth as Johnny Cash, but with a more urban sound (when he wants), as well as the ability to change hats and go for a bluegrass-tinged acoustic country sound. In fact, he’s made entire albums of honky-tonk, rockabilly, country rock, traditional country, Western music, gospel, and bluegrass. He’s the real thing, too, having come to fame in 1972 at the age of 13 playing mandolin in Lester Flatt’s band, and in the 80s he joined Johnny Cash’s band. He plays that mandolin still, and well…he’s killer, and able to connect his virtuosity with audiences. He’s got a little of that telepathic mojo that began to bring the audience into the music. Stuart and his band played Woody Guthrie, they played Cash, they played a song about Martin Luther King, JFK and Bobby Kennedy (Tommy Cash’s “Six White Horses”…they took you home before you sang your song). He’s one of the main consultants on Ken Burns’ upcoming Country Music documentary series. He’s about to begin his tenure as the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum’s Artist-in-Residence. And he’s performed with the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra.

Steve Miller loves his life as a musician, and he’s a musician on a mission, really on a bunch of missions. He toured with Peter Frampton last year, to give him one last hurrah; Frampton has had to stop touring due to a rare degenerative muscular disease. Now Miller continues on his determined path with Marty Stuart, educating the audience on musical connections as he rocks us. Calling the tour Classic Rock Meets Classic Country is an understatement, if not a downright misnomer. The two bands’ sets combine in a breathtaking panoply of disparate styles—from the glitzy synthesizer effects of Miller’s Seventies hits to one of his traditional blues, The Lovin’ Cup. From Stuart tearing it up on his mandolin with the fiddle riffs from Orange Blossom Special, to a bred-in-the-bone folk rendition of Woody Guthrie’s Pretty Boy Floyd. And that’s just a small sample.

What once was guilty pleasure has grown to shameless admiration for the music, accomplishment and missions of Steve Miller.

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BOOMER Radio! Many of you will enjoy this interview with Mantz & Mitchell https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/boomer-radio-many-of-you-will-enjoy-this-interview-with-mantz-mitchell/ https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/boomer-radio-many-of-you-will-enjoy-this-interview-with-mantz-mitchell/#respond Mon, 02 Sep 2019 22:13:12 +0000 https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/?p=1885 Continue Reading . . . and Check it out here! Mantz & Mitchell offer great conversation, and I was so pleased to be their guest. They really dug into the book and dig together we did. Alternative talk radio, I did my best, friends!

Your pal,

Shepherd Siegel

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Music? Review? You decide, then play. https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/music-review-you-decide-then-play/ https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/music-review-you-decide-then-play/#respond Mon, 15 Jul 2019 19:05:43 +0000 https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/?p=1833 You know, I never get asked, “Shepherd Siegel, the world knows you as an intergalactically recognized artist…but what are you REALLY like?” Nope, never been asked that.

Well, I just live life by three simple rules. Yours may look a little different, but I think you’ll get the idea. In fact, I’d love to hear what YOUR Three Simple Rules to Live By are.

 

  1. When you’re walking down the street and you see some kind of monkey just sitting on a swing, go ahead and give that monkey a little push.

 

 

 

 

 

2. Have warm and meaningful conversations with your friends

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And 3, Join in with Big Stuffed Bears that Dance to The Moondogies.

[no dadgummit, I couldn’t get it to rotate. Turn head to the right.]

The Ballard Seafoodfest put some fine acts on a pretty well-appointed stage. Four of ‘em on Sunday July 14. The Dusty 45s, who have been on the scene for over 20 years, have a tight show built straight from the DNA of Americana roots and rockabilly. Lead singer Billy Joe Huels is pretty damn good at it, and that’s how you want to kick things off, with a shoot ‘em up fun-lovin’ band. Yes, the flaming trumpet was featured. The Dusty’s set the tone for the evening. And every act—The Dusty 45’s > Carrie Akre > Pickwick > The Moondoggies—as different as they were, featured quality singing. Here be them Dusty 45s.

And what a singer is Carrie Akre. We got a sonic assault of great material from her early 90s Seattle band Goodness. Akre is a Seattle grunge essential, a powerful songwriter, singer, and bandleader tearing through material that is almost 30 years old. It was a true blast from the past, with a different band. But material that might as well have been Nirvana’s jolted us right back into that grunge lightning storm. Given how long ago this stuff was shaking up the world, when we visit it now…grunge joins the ranks of other ‘oldies’ bands. And there’s nothing wrong with that. We all remembered,oh yeah, I love this stuff.  Perhaps Goodness’ most iconic song, Superwise.

 Pickwick’s been making records since 2013. I saw them do an in-store at ye olde record shoppe in 2017. They were real good then, but in 2019…well, they’ve come a long way, almost perfecting a soulful sound, influenced by the likes of Memphis Soul and various rock sources, and pulling off a pretty great vocal mix and a tight and unique band sound. I got realexcited, even dripped mustard from my hot dog onto my shirt (dammit!). the live mix was getting better with each act, so the fun factor was growing. I’d mos’ def’ like to hear what Pickwick can put down into the tracks of their next recording. Here’re two goodies:  Turncoat and Hacienda Motel.

But the night’s honors have to go to the headlining Moondoggies. The beauty of their sound is discovered through their influences, not least of all John Lennon and The Doors, but that said they lean heavily into a country groove and overall play exactly like a 1960s rock band, running through very familiar rock permutations, chords, progressions and sounds, and rarely if ever bringing in any kind of an updated feature. Because they accomplish this in such an unaffected way, they achieve an authenticity that is fresh and not derivative, soulful and heartfelt and not precious. Rock my soul, Moondoggies!

Oh, and by the way, I’ll be hanging out in public and talking ‘bout Disruptive Play, NOTkind of like Gary Busey NOT showing up at the West Seattle Street Fair (harrumph!!!).

See you Wednesday, July 17, 4 PM at Barnes and Noble Downtown Seattle (600 Pine St), or Saturday, July 20, 1 PM at !ndigo Robson, Vancouver, BC (1033 Robson), or Sunday, July 21, 11 AM at !ndigo Granville, Vancouver, BC (2505 Granville). More at www.shepherdsiegel.com

Plant you now and dig you later!

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Dead & Company . . . We’re Still Interstellar! https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/dead-company-were-still-interstellar/ https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/dead-company-were-still-interstellar/#respond Tue, 11 Jun 2019 18:51:57 +0000 https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/?p=1794

Sometimes there is something special about Grateful Dead music. Of course, they’re special even when the singing is out of tune, when they fall off the horse and you experience them getting back on. Their flaws only add to the fun and joy of being among their millions of fans. So . . . there is almost always something special about Dead music.

But by “sometimes” I am referring to times like the Dead & Company June 8 concert at The Gorge at George, Washington.

As to this particular sometime at the second night’s show, and those endearing and frequent human and awkward flaws that bedevil, bewitch, and be bop (a-loola) Dead music—when they are full on ‘on,’ the flaws fall away, and somewhere amongst the mix of psychedelia, funk, blues, reggae, EDM, space, drums, jazz, rock; the place where genres truly join up and touch each other; the swaying and dancing and tripping tuned-in crowd; and the unnamable’s—a moment emerges that can go on for an hour, where the music plays the band, where all is surrender to some greater force that just plain tickles.

And here at The Gorge, in the throes of an epic sunset, That Gorge laid bare the Skin of the Earth, and the River Columbia, the sun, the clouds, the air, the music all come in harmony and we return to nature, to joyful connection and remembering that existence itself is fun.

Not just a special show, but an experience that one hopes can integrate us humans, being alive and being nice to each other, appreciating our earth, where appreciation is an active verb, feeling the call to steward such enormous beauty. We are in fact a part of this beautiful earth, and summoned to the challenge of saving and sustaining life. Feel it!

The second set was particularly wonderful. Dead setlists almost don’t matter. It’s how  swinging and groovy they’re playing at whatever moment in whatever song. Most all their songs serve as worthy launching pads for whatever emotional and musical adventure they might pursue. To highlight the peak chunk of this consistently powerful show, and for those who are familiar with the songs, they played Deal > Viola Lee Blues, and then on to an otherworldly jam. Deadheads call it Drums and Space . . . but that doesn’t do its transportive and transformative powers justice. The Gorge is all about playing music with the earth itself as witness, and when all is in tune, the earth itself as lover.

After that jam segued into The Wheel, we fell back into our earthly souls with Bob Weir giving his all to Bob Dylan’s historic reminder, A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall. Bandleader Weir sang with fervent passion, paying the dues Dylan’s sadly-still-relevant prophecy demands…and he didn’t even forget any of the words!

Again, save mother earth, na na na-na na. Love mother earth.

This was one of the best shows ever. In fact, more than a show.

The previous night, I learned through pictures but no words that something was up with Mac Rebennack, known to those who bought his records and went to his shows as Dr. John.

And God love you, Mr. Rebennack. At The Gorge, they were putting up pictures of Garcia playing and mugging with him. I hadn’t heard the news. His dress was more conventional than the hoodoo voodoo getup, kind of like a blazer and tie. So I wasn’t certain it was him. but, yeah, I would’ve nailed it in a flash had they put this up:

This be the New York Times obituary.

So I’m sayin’ to myself, what’s up? Is that Dr. John? Did he die or something?

Yeah, he done died.

Death Don’t Have No Mercy In This Land.

We knew we were on to something special 53 years ago, at the birth of the Dead. We wondered where “special” would go after Jerry Garcia died. The Grateful Dead had survived and then thrived despite the major loss of Ron “Pigpen” McKernan in 1973, but Jerry’s death could have been a deal breaker. We wondered, but we also knew that there was a torch burning and it could be passed.

Through several iterations with various surviving members, the Faithful kept on twirling and had many good times. But this current lineup and approach of Dead & Company, with even a different musician rappin’ that bass (Oteil Burbridge, who also does a great job singing Garcia’s most plaintive ballads) and possibly the Dead’s best keyboardist ever (Jeff Chimenti), has grabbed that torch, recruited an exceptional guitarist and singer in John Mayer, and listened to how others playing in this 21stcentury . . . and we’re all doin’ the Half Step Mississippi Uptown Toodleoo. S’Wonderful. Buy the ticket and take the ride.

And as to that whole who’s alive and who’s dead thing, Weir has this to say: “I think death means more to most folks than it does to me. I take it fairly lightly. I don’t know how much of a divide death puts between us and the hereafter—if after is even an applicable adjunct there.”

Hello baby, I’m gone, goodbye.

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The Wrong Arguments https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/the-wrong-arguments-3/ https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/the-wrong-arguments-3/#respond Tue, 28 May 2019 15:47:10 +0000 https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/?p=1777 Part 3: Let It All Hang Out

We could be building a society where all people are free to seek balance in their lives, an omnarchy that celebrates and incorporates a holistic vision of humanity that quite simply includes everyone. And the basic, obvious, it’s-about-time-ness of equal pay and equal opportunity are foregone conclusions.

Instead we make the wrong arguments for gender equality based on numbers and equal status for all in a system that was instituted and sustained by a patriarchy. The point of feminism is not to have gender equity in the highest ranks of corporate capitalism or on the Joint Chiefs of Staff. The point is to recognize the patriarchal nature of capitalism and militarism themselves and to build a feminized economy inspired by the most virtuous qualities of the human condition.

We could be looking at every product and service and assess whether it functions better—environmentally, economically, with justice for all—as a public utility or in a competitive marketplace. Consider health care, firefighting, electricity, basic food, transportation, energy, internet access, education etc. as worthy candidates for being public utilities. Consider food beyond the basics, the arts, appliances, homes, fashion, innovation, etc. as candidates for an open marketplace. And make the decision that is best for the health of the nation, the planet and best for life.

Instead we get stuck in the wrong arguments about the superiority of capitalism versus socialism, when it’s obvious that one system does not solve all economic problems. Ideologues—not the government, not the market—are the problem.

We could admit to the US’s role in creating the conditions that compel families to attempt immigration, legal and otherwise. With better education and the courage to face our own legacy, we could acknowledge the facts of US extraction of resources and wealth from other countries—theft justified by capitalist practices and backed up by the US military. The US is not the only culprit, but we need to confess to our misdeeds that have contributed to global instability, poverty and climate change…the kind of climate change that makes life challenging, particularly in the hottest latitudes. We could be having a discussion about what we owe other countries for our theft of cheap labor, oil, minerals, gems, crops, life, and other resources by unfair and exploitative methods. We could be making amends and helping to solve the problems that plague the developing world.

Instead we are mired in the wrong arguments about how to enforce border security and control immigration.

I am beyond frustrated by the lack of discourse about the things we could be doing. I am beyond frustrated by the gridlock of our collective national personality that keeps us from DOING the things we could be doing.

Instead, the airwaves and kitchen tables are filled with conversations based on what I believe to be the wrong arguments. How do you break through the media morass without becoming part of the media morass? We need to start having the right arguments, the debates that bring together a national consensus and demand the prompt actions that will give hope and deliver results. At least the field of Democratic presidential candidates is surfacing some fresh ideas.

We’ve been having the wrong arguments, but I am ready to get on with the right ones.

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The Wrong Arguments https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/the-wrong-arguments-2/ https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/the-wrong-arguments-2/#respond Sat, 25 May 2019 15:39:35 +0000 https://www.shepherdsiegel.com/?p=1773 Part 2: Lawyers, Guns and Money

We could be getting to the root causes of homelessness by offering a more meaningful public high school education. Such an education, among other things, offers and promotes programs that teach the skills that earn access into all legitimate forms of well-paid employment. Blue collar and all other non-baccalaureate careers could be given the dignity, attention and enrollment that minimizes unemployment and disengagement from the US economy. Naïve and misdirected education policies have all but banished vocational education from the discussions of what is important in secondary education. And for that matter, it would seem that democracy (i.e., civics) is less and less a critical subject in our schools.

The increase in STEM education is beginning to effect some change. But we still continue to track people into poverty and homelessness, as both the public, private and charter education systems gear themselves to equip students only for a liberal arts or humanities baccalaureate degree. That is faith-based practice at its worst. Ultimately, no one should be homeless, and to have all young people endowed with skills needed in the general economy [present and future], is the most powerful antidote to homelessness. What do we want for all but self-sufficiency? Why are we distracted by the wrong arguments that fail to focus on that basic responsibility of the educational system?

We could limit CEO compensation, and the richest nation in the history of the world could establish a guaranteed income for all citizens, or safety nets tantamount to that. We could reduce income inequality through programs that create more job opportunities. We could be thinking about how all citizens will live and thrive when, due to advances in technology, full employment is no longer necessary. We could be finding ways to promote and spread mental health for people of all ages.

We could be working for peace and considering the non-military forms of US involvement with other nations that ease tensions, feed people, provide health care, and support democracy. We could explore and exercise all options before we commit to any military actions. We could be having these conversations in the public commons. We could be building a world that requires only the barest minimum of a military.

Yet this vision is absent from the public discourse. Instead we consider military intervention, yes or no, as if it were the only option before us. We increase our military power.

We delve into the wrong arguments about who can or cannot serve in our military, and how we should call out and prosecute sexual assault within the armed forces. And yes, we must call out and prosecute…but making the military a safer place for women and sexual minorities to serve becomes a more moot point in a world made safe from the terror, killing, and destruction that a military wreaks. So instead of banning transgender folks, let’s be fair and work for a world where we ban everyone from the military.

The idea that pops up regularly but never gains traction is national service, and that to serve one’s country and strengthen the promise of democracy is a noble act, one we might even require. But it should rarely if ever require picking up a gun.

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