The new Neil Young + Promise of the Real album, The Monsanto Years, is out now. This is a protest album Neil recorded with Willie Nelson’s sons, among others. I haven’t heard the album yet, so I can’t comment on it. Neil’s Living With War is one of my favorite political albums of all time. I like political music in general. Even if I don’t agree with every point an artist makes, I like when people aren’t afraid to go out on a limb. There is some good fun to be had out there!
It ain’t a privilege to be on TV
and it ain’t a duty either. – Neil Young in Grandpa’s Interview
Whenever I think too deeply about what is going on in our culture I get the urge to slither into the shadows and never return. I often think about that Neil Young quote above. Earlier this week I was watching the absolutely brilliant movie Birdman. There is a scene in the movie where the character that Michael Keaton plays is accidentally caught running through downtown New York in his underwear. A video of it gets online and becomes popular. His daughter tells him that, “Believe it or not, this is power”, in a scene that is both funny and sadly condemning of our times. I am aware that modern fame is as much a dumb joke as anything.
Earlier today, thanks to my friend JR, I read the above New York Times article, a fascinating read, about how one person’s tweet, they made an off-color joke, lead to them being fired. The author, I think rightly, comes to the conclusion that everyone, from the person that put the tweet up, to those that are condemning her, are part of a modern trend where everyone is performing for audiences that they can’t see. A sample:
But perhaps she had now come to understand that her shaming wasn’t really about her at all. Social media is so perfectly designed to manipulate our desire for approval, and that is what led to her undoing. Her tormentors were instantly congratulated as they took Sacco down, bit by bit, and so they continued to do so. Their motivation was much the same as Sacco’s own — a bid for the attention of strangers — as she milled about Heathrow, hoping to amuse people she couldn’t see.
Yet here I am in a band, writing a blog. I can’t help but feel conflicted at times. Sometimes I feel like I’m wasting my fucking time. However, I know how much writing, art, and music have meant to me. I know that I might not be sane if not for it. Part of the reason I started this blog was to try and create a platform where I could hopefully lead some people to things that I am passionate about, that I believe have value, in the din of senselessness that so often is our culture. Books, albums, movies, and various forms of expression have been my armor in this world. I must keep going, because this stuff is in my blood. However, if I’m helping or hurting, only you can be the judge.
Thanks to JR for the tip-off.
I saw this today on a friend’s FB page. It is so ridiculous and over the top that it is beautiful. Probably my favorite live album of all time is Neil Young and Crazy Horse’s Weld. (Note: The band above is not Crazy Horse, but is Neil’s band from the Freedom era.) That entire album sounds like a fucking jet plane taking off. I’m not a big live album collector, but there are a few, like Weld and Jimi Hendrix’s Live in Monterey, that capture something primal that cannot be duplicated elsewhere. Anyway, I got such a big kick out of seeing the above video that I thought I’d share it.
Yes I am still on my Neil Young kick. I am reading his book Waging Heavy Peace with my morning coffee. Anyway, Neil talks about writing the song Ohio the day the picture came out of the Kent State shooting. I found these comments about the aftermath of the song, and about radio stations of that time in particular, illuminating:
I picked up my guitar and started to play some chords and immediately wrote “Ohio”; four dead in Ohio. The next day, we went into the studio in LA and cut the song. Before a week had passed it was all over the radio. It was really fast for those times; really fast. All the stations played “Ohio.” There was no censoring by programmers. Programming services were not even around; DJs played whatever they wanted on the FM stations. We were underground on FM. There was no push-back for criticizing the government. This was America. Freedom of speech was taken very seriously in our era. We were speaking for our generation. We were speaking for ourselves. It rang true.
Knowing how Buffy Sainte-Marie was blacklisted I know that it is not exactly true that performers faced zero push-back. However, This is precisely why I don’t listen to the radio anymore, ever. Programmers have ruined it. Programmers are middle management types who for the most part stand in the way of you hearing anything outside the box on any radio station. Radio should be a DJ medium. I also wonder if it is songs like Ohio that killed off DJ freedom. Programmers may have been put hired to keep this kind of rouge behavior from dominating. I don’t know the answer to that, but it would make for a very interesting article. I remember after 911 when Clear Channel banned a lot of songs they claimed would offend people, including John Lennon’s Imagine. “Imagine all the people / living for today.” If people did that they sure wouldn’t be working a shitty soul sucking office job for a company treated them like a serf. Never forget that music, and art, is powerful stuff. There are those that want to limit your access to it.
I’m always wondering why the 60’s and 70’s were such a golden age of music. I was born in 1978 so I am not clouded by nostalgic feelings. I don’t mean that good music stopped being made after the 70’s, only that across the board quality was higher then that it has been since. Even many banal pop songs of that time feature some great musicianship.
I think a lot of it has to do with money. Artists were allowed to indulge then. Kevin Russell always talks about how the music industry from that time was decadent. A lot of those artists were allowed to live in a drug fueled world of fantasy and wealth. I remember reading that Pink Floyd sent a photographer to capture pictures of the great pyramids for Dark Side of the Moon. Just those pictures cost more than most people spend to make the actual album these days!
I also think that the record business was in the hands of people that knew how to exploit it for money, but not control it. By that I mean they knew how to use artists and their talents to make money, but now it just seems like they stick a pretty face and digitally do whatever needs to be done to make the music sellable. Real artists do things like challenge corporations politically on occasion. You don’t want too many of those kinds of people running around with too much money.
There were also a lot less distractions. Lord knows how many people are fucking around on the internet when they could be writing a song. Look at me right now!
Technological limitations of the time also required that people really be able to perform and play in the studio. When you have some limitations on what you can do, technology wise, you have to be creative. You have to find some way to make the sounds in your head without just pushing a button. When they used to create the sound of echo in the studio they actually had a box called an echo chamber that created real echoes! Digital effects are getting better, but nothing substitutes for a real echo.
Getting back to distraction, there was also some kind of artistic community, especially if you look towards the 60’s. It seems like so many people are off on their own trip now.
There was also the antiwar movement, civil rights, and so many great political struggles that people that were college age were participating in, which is precisely the age when people begin to really come of age with their personal stamp on art.
I think drugs played a big part too. It was the kinds of drugs that people are on. A great deal of psychedelics will inspire some weird shit to be cranked out! I just read this morning that most of one of Funkadelic’s albums was recorded in one day and they were all tripping! I’m also reading Neil Young’s autobiography right now. He basically says he was high from 18 to 65. That will definitely move the mind in new directions.
This is a topic that I have talked about before. I am always curious about why certain things in the culture lead to creative high points in some field. Look at TV right now. Everyone is calling it the golden age of television. There are several cultural and economic reasons why this is so. But that, my friends, is for another day.
I would rather hear an electric guitar solo than any other kind of solo. I think this is because of the combination of technology and humanity. Because of the vast array of guitar effects a guitar has almost limitless sonic possibilities. However, because a person has to bend and attack metal strings in some way, which is somewhat primitive, each person really does have their own unique feel and touch. On a lot of modern records the guitar solo has become not as prominent as in the past, and this is a shame. It’s a part of a song where true transcendence can be reached, as things become nonverbal and reach towards that place of pure emotion in the right hands.
What are some of my favorite solos? I tend to like solos that are at either end of the spectrum. As always the middle of the road is the worst place to be. I like solos that are very melodic and beautiful, or I like solos that sound like wild animals. I also like solos that are Zen like, the perfect amount of notes at just the right time, and solos that are the sonic madness of virtuosos. This doesn’t really narrow it down does it?
My favorite lead player of all time is Neil Young when he is with Crazy Horse. Listen to the live album Weld and you will hear things that are pure sonic insanity. During Hey Hey, My My his guitar sounds like it is puking. That may not sound very appealing. But it’s the absence of any discernable technique, and the presence of pure sonic emotion. It sounds like the paint is being taken off a barn. In his book Waging Heavy Peace he talks about how when he solos he feels like a condor flying over a heard of buffalo. Nowhere may this be more apparent than his solo on this album’s version of Like a Hurricane. This song is like 13 minutes of beauty and fury, but you feel like it could go on forever. It’s just pure magic. Neil also has the best guitar tone ever. He could play a loud chord and it sounds like King Kong.
Jimi Hendrix, on Live at Monterey, does the same thing. No one would question Jimi’s ability to play, but the guitar stops being a series of notes and becomes a living breathing thing. His version of Along the Watchtower from Electric Ladyland is an easy choice for one of the best solos of all time. He does several different kinds of solos on this song and all of them are unbelievable! Machine Gun is also a place that you can get lost in forever. It’s the Vietnam War through sound. That’s pretty ambitious and he nails it.
I was listening to Eddie Hazel this morning on Maggot Brain. That is some serious psychedelic power. Again the guitar is turned into a living breathing thing. It’s wondrous when it happens.
Eddie Van Halen, Mark Knopfler, and Lindsey Buckingham are just a few of the many, many geniuses that know how to make you feel through their playing. Then you have someone like Bruce Springsteen. He isn’t very technical, although he can definitely play. But he just chokes the shit out of his guitar and you know that he means it.
I’m not interested in someone just because they have mastered some kind of technical ability. That may be interesting, but only for a few minutes. I want something that makes me feel. I want to hear something that is beautiful like nature or that sounds like a fucking jet plane taking off.
Solos don’t have to be technical at all. I always think of Steve Jones solo in EMI. It’s only a couple notes and if I wanted to I could probably go to my stereo right now and figure it out in a minute. But I don’t want to ever know how he played that, because it remains in the realm of mystery. It’s those notes against those chords and every time I hear I feel like lifting off. Paul Westerberg’s solo on AAA is like that too. It’s one note with a double stop. It is something a first year guitar player could learn how to play, but it’s just right. Again, I hear it and it feels like a rocket ship is lifting off. It’s simple, but perfect.
How does someone like Angus Young from AC/DC do it? He has the same notes as everyone else, but when he plays you feel like you just want to go out of your mind, in a good way!
I also love people like Johnny Marr and the Edge, who can sculpt with sound. They arrange notes and sound in a way that is just beautiful. It’s like looking at the painting of a master.
There are so many great guitar players of different types. There are so many variations. The electric guitar is still the best instrument in my opinion. Again it is that mix of technology and humanity colliding to form something that is truly unique. I can think of many great solos by other instruments, but except for on occasion they just don’t touch the power of the electric guitar. I not biased, I’m a bass player. I can listen to a great guitar player play forever. When done right it is such a beautiful thing! Get in the woodshed kids. We need more of those kinds of experiences in life.
Most everyone understands how easy it for two people to be at the same event and come away from it perceiving it as two totally different experiences. Communication can often break down between people because of the personal lenses that they are viewing things through. It’s hard to be completely open to something. Even if you are generally open to different experiences and try to take them for what they are, especially in the world of art, you have read certain books, seen certain movies, or heard certain albums that provide you with a context of understanding work. You also might bring with you whatever happened to you that day to an event. Then as time passes your memory may play tricks upon you as to how you actually experienced something.
I want to share an experience that I have had that shows how hard it can be to remember something as you truly experienced it. For those of you that haven’t been reading along, I am in a huge Neil Young phase right now. This has caused me to think back to the one and only Neil concert that I went to. This was during his Greendale tour, a tour that I thought was highly underrated by the way. Neil’s Greendale album tells the story of a small town and it’s inhabitants. On this tour he staged the album in full and he had actors on stage playing the various roles of the town’s characters. It was part live rock extravaganza and part play. Then for the encore he brought Crazy Horse back out and played a selection of hits at the end of the night. This part of the show was a traditional rock concert. I thought that the Greendale part of the show would suffer from this strict staging, but I actually really enjoyed it to my surprise.
Anyway, these two separate parts of the show were very different from a staging standpoint. Again, one half of the show had elements of a play running through it and the other half was a traditional rock concert. The lighting and stage theme were different for each part of the show. Also the instrumentation was different. Poncho Sampedro, of Crazy Horse, switched from keyboard in the Greendale half of the show to his more traditional Crazy Horse instrument of guitar.
And here is what it so strange to me. Looking back on the show when I think about watching it, I remember sitting in two different positions in regards to the stage, but I never moved. During the Greendale part I felt like I was closer and slightly to the right of the stage. For the Crazy Horse segment of hits I felt like I was slightly further away and slightly to the left of center stage. Yet I know that we stayed in our seats the whole time. I also know that I was not intoxicated under any substances as I went to the show with my parents. So again same seats, same show, and yet somehow my mind has tricked itself to make it feel as if I watched it from two different locations.
This made me think about how hard it can be for two people to communicate with each other. My dad says that we are often in this life in the same theater with people, but watching different movies. If my mind could trick itself to have two different perceptions of the same event, you can imagine how easily and how distant two people’s version of the same event could be. You can see how this it could make it hard to communicate ideas, especially artistic ideas which are often interpretive anyway, to different kinds of people. You could also see how in a court of law an eye witness could be unreliable. The mind is a complex place that can easily trick you. Or maybe I just had a contact high from what was in the air when Neil played Rocking in the Free World. Who knows such things?