In which I am dizzied by talent
Dec. 18th, 2008 12:51 amDickon Edwards drew my attention to a rant on Taylor Parkes' blog about how terrible this film of Genesis performing Dance With The Moonlit Knight is:
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Now, having recently subjected myself to The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, I fully expected to agree with Taylor. But when I watched the video and read the rant, something extraordinary happened. The video won, and the rant lost. The values of the video -- pretension, imagination, daring, not being afraid of mockery, talent -- trumped the values of the rant against the video (mocking pierrot types, mocking eccentrics, swearing at self-indulgence). Peter Gabriel's costumes were daring and interesting, his gestures winning, the dynamics of the music fascinatingly varied, with really alluring soft, spangled, twangling passages. The flute-playing that has Parkes clutching his head in exasperation has me soothed and impressed, and Gabriel's "fuckwitted scalp-carving" is, for me, an admirable piece of avant fashion -- that little extra spurt of eccentricity I wish more artists would squeeze out of themselves. As Parkes' swearing began to recede, like the voice of a frothing psycho being escorted out of the fairy ball, the music started reminding me of the best bits of Pink Floyd and The Incredible String Band, while Gabriel's stage presence was part Jagger, part Bowie, part pantomime.
I then watched a visually-brilliant Genesis appearance on a Belgian TV programme (singing The Musical Box, from their 1971 album Nursery Cryme) which I also loved for its theatrical gentleness and eccentric charm:
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What the hell is going on? Genesis, brilliant? This band I used to scorn engineering students at university for liking? I always thought I hated Phil Collins (especially Phil!), Peter Gabriel and Genesis. And yet here they are on my computer being young, brilliant and handsome. Even Phil! With hair! Is it too late to recant? May I take back everything I've ever said about this band? May I glow, now, with pride remembering how Edwyn Collins once compared me to them? Taylor, you're quite, quite wrong. And so, for years, was I.
Am I going mad? I've found something else great today. A new artist, this time, one so obscure that he's only had two plays of some of his MySpace songs (unless the counter's broken). He's called David Shane Smith, and if I were a record company I would sign him like that. He's got something of Dylan about him, something of Cohen, something of Beck, something of Captain Beefheart, something of Mark E. Smith, something of Thom Yorke, something of Jeff Buckley, something of Ariel Pink. Some have compared him to Momus, but I don't think that's apt at all.

David Shane Smith could be a hipster or a schizo. I think he's probably a hipster, on balance; he was in Brooklyn, but now he's in LA. He hasn't released anything, unless by "released" you mean making homeburn CDs and handing them out to friends, free, in sleeves made from torn-out magazine pages.
His music is exactly the fusion between avant and trad that I want to be hearing, the balance that music needs if it's to keep advancing. It's not good enough just to have well-made songs in nice arrangements, you have to push and challenge and bend the medium itself, otherwise it'll go sclerotic and become an interpretive art, the new classical music. Smith does that. He challenges the medium, and therefore the audience. It's good for the medium, good for the audience, and good for him.
Listen to Brand, or -- especially -- Miserabilism, on Smith's MySpace page. You can tell that this guy learned to draw before he learned to scribble. He learned to range before he learned to derange, he could do familiar before he could do strange. Miserabilism starts like a Leonard Cohen song (there's even a tiny whiff of Coldplay about the start), but goes where neither Cohen nor Coldplay ever have or would -- into something very like an early Beck rap, in fact. The next track, Brand, sounds like mid-60s Dylan singing over cheap samples of Cohen's Master Song.
It would be tragic if this guy went straight, threw out the quirks. As tragic as Genesis losing Gabriel and his fuckwitted scalp-carving, in fact.
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Now, having recently subjected myself to The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, I fully expected to agree with Taylor. But when I watched the video and read the rant, something extraordinary happened. The video won, and the rant lost. The values of the video -- pretension, imagination, daring, not being afraid of mockery, talent -- trumped the values of the rant against the video (mocking pierrot types, mocking eccentrics, swearing at self-indulgence). Peter Gabriel's costumes were daring and interesting, his gestures winning, the dynamics of the music fascinatingly varied, with really alluring soft, spangled, twangling passages. The flute-playing that has Parkes clutching his head in exasperation has me soothed and impressed, and Gabriel's "fuckwitted scalp-carving" is, for me, an admirable piece of avant fashion -- that little extra spurt of eccentricity I wish more artists would squeeze out of themselves. As Parkes' swearing began to recede, like the voice of a frothing psycho being escorted out of the fairy ball, the music started reminding me of the best bits of Pink Floyd and The Incredible String Band, while Gabriel's stage presence was part Jagger, part Bowie, part pantomime.
I then watched a visually-brilliant Genesis appearance on a Belgian TV programme (singing The Musical Box, from their 1971 album Nursery Cryme) which I also loved for its theatrical gentleness and eccentric charm:
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What the hell is going on? Genesis, brilliant? This band I used to scorn engineering students at university for liking? I always thought I hated Phil Collins (especially Phil!), Peter Gabriel and Genesis. And yet here they are on my computer being young, brilliant and handsome. Even Phil! With hair! Is it too late to recant? May I take back everything I've ever said about this band? May I glow, now, with pride remembering how Edwyn Collins once compared me to them? Taylor, you're quite, quite wrong. And so, for years, was I.
Am I going mad? I've found something else great today. A new artist, this time, one so obscure that he's only had two plays of some of his MySpace songs (unless the counter's broken). He's called David Shane Smith, and if I were a record company I would sign him like that. He's got something of Dylan about him, something of Cohen, something of Beck, something of Captain Beefheart, something of Mark E. Smith, something of Thom Yorke, something of Jeff Buckley, something of Ariel Pink. Some have compared him to Momus, but I don't think that's apt at all.

David Shane Smith could be a hipster or a schizo. I think he's probably a hipster, on balance; he was in Brooklyn, but now he's in LA. He hasn't released anything, unless by "released" you mean making homeburn CDs and handing them out to friends, free, in sleeves made from torn-out magazine pages.
His music is exactly the fusion between avant and trad that I want to be hearing, the balance that music needs if it's to keep advancing. It's not good enough just to have well-made songs in nice arrangements, you have to push and challenge and bend the medium itself, otherwise it'll go sclerotic and become an interpretive art, the new classical music. Smith does that. He challenges the medium, and therefore the audience. It's good for the medium, good for the audience, and good for him.
Listen to Brand, or -- especially -- Miserabilism, on Smith's MySpace page. You can tell that this guy learned to draw before he learned to scribble. He learned to range before he learned to derange, he could do familiar before he could do strange. Miserabilism starts like a Leonard Cohen song (there's even a tiny whiff of Coldplay about the start), but goes where neither Cohen nor Coldplay ever have or would -- into something very like an early Beck rap, in fact. The next track, Brand, sounds like mid-60s Dylan singing over cheap samples of Cohen's Master Song.
It would be tragic if this guy went straight, threw out the quirks. As tragic as Genesis losing Gabriel and his fuckwitted scalp-carving, in fact.
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Date: 2008-12-18 12:54 am (UTC)If you were to record your old songs in this style (with the added bonus that you wouldn't have to queue in safeway among the *shudder* common folk), wouldn't they be better than this? (Might they be better than the originals?)
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Date: 2008-12-18 01:56 am (UTC)About five years ago I saw a band called The Musical Box perform a re-creation of the live show for The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway, with all the material licensed from Genesis. I'm glad I saw it, because I can appreciate the album now. I never really got into it before that, mainly because I just didn't get the concept.
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Date: 2008-12-18 02:17 am (UTC)"...fuckwitted scalp-carving - they're determined to bugger everything up as badly as possible...he starts adding those yelps ..) which just make him sound like a cunt... Gabriel with a fucking lawnmower on his head, prancing around like a Flowerpot Man... Jesus fuck."
That sad little tirade peppered with Tourrete-type expletives just sent me reeling back to 1991: Firstly, since that was the year I got a copy of Nursery cryme. I was really into prog and psych, and felt like I was on another planet. Everyone around me seemed to be listening to the likes of Technotronic, Erasure, Queen, Dire straits, madchester stuff, Transvision vamp, INXS etc. All of which I found abhorrent!
Secondly, the music press (vox and select etc) was then at the height of its bashing of anything a) from the 70s and b) experimental in any way, lyrically or musically, and was awash with tirades like Parkers. I recall feeling depressed by their conservatism masquerading as 'revolt'.
About that time I got a commodore Amiga with a primitive sampler and sequencer, to add to my collection of broken and modded analogue tech junk, and started composing my own weird music. Looking back, it was probably the right time to start doing so. Genesis and the tirades in the music press both played their part!
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Date: 2008-12-18 02:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-18 02:25 am (UTC)http://sofasamosa.tripod.com/
I took that photo of him on the White Road trail in Waimea near Waipi'o Valley. The poem on his site was playing in the art gallery when he was found. He made an mp3 disc for me with "good morning world" "the homosexual" "the gatecrasher" and "shawn krueger". Since he died I had a dream he was in Japan (Tokyo?) with other people from America and he didn't seem entirely prepared for it and like he was startled and aware that I was tuning into him in my dream. I know he is alive in Japan or somewhere else, and I know I will meet him again! Maybe I have read "The Western Lands" by William Burroughs too many times though.
Would you tell me what you think of this more narrative based interpretation of the song "Old Man Butthole"? It is on this site
www.myspace.com/scarredfigs2
The 16:00 song "Beessting" has Pasolini in the background. I like how humorous the drums sound. That isn't Lil Sultans, it is by Magellan Practice, my brother's other band.
The lyrics to the version of "Old Man Butthole" on the Scarred Figs 2 site have a lot of meaning to me. Would you tell me what you think? "Old man butthole stinking up the road, Old man butthole such a stinky toad, Old man butthole such a heavy load, Old man butthole filling up a bowl"
The Pounding Sound is nice also.
I wish I could send you some of the music Sofa made before he died
Nice pop songs, "Absentia Avenue", "If we both were rivers", "Greenland", and a few more.
will you tell me what you think of the Lil Sultans?
Here is one of the members, Lil Hilary:
Lil sultans 1 (http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=44809642)
Their dad is in jail for being a rapist, which makes the song make more sense
Alright, I am going to go smoke weed from the THC Ministry in Hilo where you can legally get free weed!
http://www.thc-ministry.org/
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Date: 2008-12-18 09:21 am (UTC)-Tomas
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Date: 2008-12-18 02:25 am (UTC)I've got to thank you for finally giving me the direct, push-this-button-now access to some early Genesis live footage-- I had never seen any before now and I'm now going to see whatever I can.
Also been listening a lot to Tender Pervert and Don't Stop the Night. I must disagree with you on one key thing-- though I prefer Don't Stop ever such a bit more as an album to Tender, the Tender version of "Righthand Heart" trumps the Don't Stop version. The unplugged electric 12-string sounds kind of magnificent, and I feel the Don't Stop version takes the piss out of the tune itself rather than celebrating its simple loveliness. Not that I'd usually argue for a more stripped-down Momus, but that's how I feel it went this time...
-Spencer
in defense of prog
Date: 2008-12-18 04:40 am (UTC)Frankly, there's much in common between the best prog and your own work. Unafraid to be unfashionable, unafraid to be literary, intelligent, obscure, caustic, utopian, manifestoesque, unafraid to throw any musical item that appeals into the mix: success or failure is often less relevant than sheer nerve. Yes, prog rock became excessive, or at least its success became oppressive, and the punk moment became necessary. But as we all know, punk all too rapidly codified into an even more oppressive orthodoxy than any of the mainstream genres that preceded it and, worse, found itself succumbing to the pseudo-rebellion of aggressive machoism, whereas prog (which took its own dumb path, folding itself into metal) was unafraid to be fey, theatrical, performative, blatantly false, blatantly ambitious.
That said, prog can certainly be annoying. But I think the ambition and outlook behind it is far better than any sort of out-obscuring negativism, and of course than any genre-policed market conformity. It's not quite the genre's fault that it became its own, highly successful market (at least, its chief practitioners did - and many of them declined in interestingness rather dramatically, none more glaringly and annoyingly than that Phil Collins fella).
--2fs
yes,
Date: 2008-12-18 04:51 am (UTC)Here is Lil Hilary
Date: 2008-12-18 04:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-18 06:36 am (UTC)Uh-oh.
Date: 2008-12-18 08:00 am (UTC)Or this?:
Culminating in a rehabilitation of this?:
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Date: 2008-12-18 08:43 am (UTC)BTW Genisis blow donkey dicky : try DDAA, Univers Zero, Les Chats Renaissance, Un Drame Musical if you got a pair of brassy PROG ones.
BTW 2 : Whatever happened to Jack Barron?
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Date: 2008-12-18 09:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-18 09:57 am (UTC)But it's tricky to sneer at something that's 35 years old and get away with it, and despite Taylor supposedly addressing this point, he doesn't really, he just says that he's thought about it and decided that it's still shit.
I've always had an invisible line in my head dividing bands who take risks with composition and look to break out of 4/4 mundanity: there's the ones who look smug and the ones that don't. So Captain Beefheart is brilliant, Zappa's annoying. Dirty Projectors are sublime, while Deerhoof grate. Yes are ludicrous, Magma are frightening.
But once you start judging bands by the idea of whether you think that they're pleased with themselves or not, you become a prick. So I try not to do it anymore. And that's probably why I've started listening to Chick Corea. Ouch.
Anyway, here's Magma, if you like your prog with aggression and sci-fi pendants hewn from pig iron.
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Date: 2008-12-18 10:07 am (UTC)Re: ca-unhappy
Date: 2008-12-18 11:09 am (UTC)Re: ca isn't unhappy, explain yourself
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Date: 2008-12-18 10:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-18 10:15 am (UTC)You're a natural fan of Gabriel-era Genesis - the sequence of albums Nursery Cryme - Foxtrot - Selling England by the Pound - The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway (yes, I'm still including that) anyway.
You're intelligent and educated, and you like a bit of clowning around. Ridiculousness need not be for its own sake, either - the Fool can speak wisdom, and so on.
I'd recommend starting with the Nursery Cryme album, which begins with The Musical Box. Don't expect to love everything, not right away, but you'll enjoy a lot of the allusions and references, and I bet The Return of the Giant Hogweed gets you cavorting about in no time.
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Date: 2008-12-18 11:11 am (UTC)prog_lolz did a lot to drag me into liking Genesis. That and the episode of Tiswas where Phil Collins gets covered in gloop.
everybodystalkingblog
Date: 2008-12-18 12:15 pm (UTC)In defense of prog
Date: 2008-12-18 12:53 pm (UTC)And yes, I have a Magma pendant too.
Jan
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Date: 2008-12-18 12:57 pm (UTC)...who said prog /prog fans is/are humourless?! ;-P
comedy doom-laden psych: