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It’s the story not the song, that makes the music move along: Chewing the fat with Elton & Leon

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There was a point in my life, a much more innocent time as they say, when the word gay only meant happy to me. I had no idea about gay at all. Of course I am talking about gay as in same-sex, hated by right-wing closet dwellers, gay. Who knew?

Now mind you, I am all for gay, straight, black, white, coke, pepsi…whatever works for you. My rule is: be a good person, enjoy your life and listen to good music. Like I said, way back when younger, I was gay all the time and didn’t think twice. 

I do remember starting to notice a few things as as I got older. I remember that I loved the show, “Soap“. Billy Crystal was a gay character on that show (first ever on TV?)…hmm. Then I started to hear things about people? Just how did Rod Stewart get all of that in his stomachI always thought Queen was just the name of the group? That’s not the kind of duet I imagined Mick Jagger and David Bowie doing…?

And then there was Elton. 

I’m not sure what year Elton came out of the closet, but I am guessing it was somewhere around 1973. That year Elton released his double LP, “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road“. I was only one year old then. I didn’t get around to listening to it until the mid 1980′s.

I wasn’t a student of rock and roll’s folks and lore back then. I wasn’t even sure that a song could be about something let alone have some secret, “Paul is Dead” message hidden in the grooves.  Throughout the entire summer of ’84, I screamed the refrain from Bruce’s “Born in the U.S.A.” at every BBQ, county fair and baseball field there was in New Hampshire. I had no idea it had to do with the hardships of soldiers returning home from Vietnam. Who knew?

I remember the first couple times I listened to this Elton album. Musically it was jarring; it was all over the map. The long spacey intro to “Love Lies Bleeding” then right into “Candle in the Wind” then up and down on the roller coaster again with “Bennie and The Jets” into the title track. Whew. Yeah, all over the place. 

The song that really tripped me up was, “All the Young Girls Love Alice”. I gravitated to it because of it’s raunchy, throw-away 70′s guitar riff. The song was just strutting along with that sorta pounding piano and bopping base and then…it all just stopped. There was only Elton’s voice sing this tale about an innocent young girl named Alice. OK, great…but I wanted to hear the guitar. Where did it go?

Wait, what did he say? 

All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice, they’d say
Come over to see me
Come over to please me
Alice, it’s my turn today.

At the time I thought, “hmmm…that didn’t sound like Alice was so innocent after all”. “Can this stuff really be talked about in songs?” “Is he really talking about a strung-out, sixteen year old lesbian prostitute that died in the London subway?” 

Yes he was. Hot damn.

That album…I was listening to it on vinyl…had lyrics in the gatefold of the cover. I read all about Alice there. I read about all the characters in that album there. It was eye opening. No shit…there is more to the song than meets the ear!

It was then that I started to actually listen to the lyrics of songs all the songs I then loved and those I would soon devour. 

That was it. I graduated. Once you cross that line from listener of to lover of music, you look go looking for those stories embedded in the songs. Then you seek out other music heads and you talk endlessly over bottomless drinks about those stories. 

As far as I am concerned…and so long as it isn’t Don Henley, Mike Love or Eddie Van Halen…hearing these stories from the artists themselves is the next best thing to being there when the songs were recorded. 

Apple has a little marketing gimmick they call the “Celebrity Playlist Podcast“. I posted about this just about a year ago. It is a simple, but effective idea. The artist(s) pick songs…theirs or by other artists…and tell stories about why they like them or how they were effected by them. Some of the celebs aren’t great in this setting, but others are gems. The ones I wrote about were from Mick Fleetwood and Jeff Beck. Fleetwood’s was excellent and Beck’s just a notch below. 

There was one posted just a couple weeks ago that featured Elton John and Leon Russell. As we all know (HYPE!), they released a album together this year. Elton and Leon get together to ping-pong song selections from their lists and swap stories about why the tunes matter to them. The combined list is a who’s who of legends and couple current billboard bobble-heads.
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Elton is the Champion Saint of up and comers. He practically shepherded Ryan Adams on to the scene and then played foil to both GaGa and Eminem on national TV. GaGa and Eminem grace Elton’s list. Leon stays true to his roots and admittedly is “stuck int he past”. Good for you, Leon.

Its funny to hear just how different these two beings are. Leon swings low and Elton is high over the top. The fact that these two can be juxtaposed in the studio and still come out making one killer sound is what it’s all about…the music. 

If you are a fan of songs and stories you should check this out. It’ll have you feeling gay…

Download it here or listen to it to it below. 

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Ronnie Wood: 6 String Slinger, Perpetual Party Boy and now…Professional Yarn Spinner

If you know me, you know me as a serious music fan. I am not just a fan of all of the sounds and songs…I am a fan of all of the stories that live within the songs.  The folks and the lore that are intertwined within the songs are where you get access…the dirt. 

I love books written by flies-on-the wall or first hand accounts. I love the documentaries, too. I have never been one for straight concert films, but I love the docco’s that dig deep and reveal lots. If you are like me and have a ridiculous R&R Fantasy, the books, the doccos, the interviews…this is where you get to play along. (Speaking of which, did you see the docco put out to celebrate the 40th anniversary of The Stones, ‘Exile on Main St.”?  No?  Run, don’t walk, brothers and sistersyou got to move.)

Usually the best stories are told by those that experienced them…those that were there and lived to tell. There may be no one in R&R that has had more experiences and been there, more than Ronnie Wood. He is the ultimate “surprise guest” at gigs, the perennial last-one-to-leave-the-party and now he has his own radio show where he gets to spin some of the coolest fucking R&R yarns ever heard. 

Find the show at Ronnie Wood Radio and follow it on Twitter @ronniewoodshow

Ronnie telling us about what he will be telling us about…

Actually, the show has been around since March 2010…I just stumbled across it. I have been locked into this since I found out about it. If you are down with the stories found in the sound…check this shit out. It’s chock full of pics, audio and vids…and, of course, Ronnie. 

Check it out…latest of nineteen audio casts of  Ronnie Wood Radio

Check this out, too…

Ladies and Gentlemen...The Rolling Stones in Exilre Trailer:

Lou Reed pulls no punches: The Glitz & Glam, Grit & Grime of “New York”

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It’s six minutes past Midnight on Friday night in London. There are two dogs at my feet, I have a tumbler of Wild Turkey on the ready…but, I feel like I am skulking the back alleys and boulevards of New York City.

I’m in the mood to stand in shadows in a drizzling rain, smoke cigarettes and ask strangers for the time.  I don’t like cigarettes, but I feel like smoking a few right down to the filter.  I don’t really care what time it is, but I am anxious because I know something is about to happen…and I just don’t want to caught by surprise.

Whenever I think of NYC I think about wee hours of the morning and a ”real rain that will come and wash all this scum off the streets”. I saw Taxi Driver before I ever went to NYC  It had a profound effect on me. I can’t think about NYC without thinking of those early morning scenes of cabs driving along desperate streets with clouds of steam seeping up from manhole covers and Travis Bickle telling he is “waiting for the sun to shine”.  

Every time I go to NYC I feel small. When I walk out of Grand Central Station, I get the feeling that I just drank Alice’s potion that makes here shrink to the size of a short-stem rose. Though I have been there many times, I am stilled awed by the city and the stories it tells. That is what I find exciting…the stories that come from the glitz and glam, grit and grime dichotomy of this end-all-be-all, King Archetype of the “Big City“.  

NYC: Iconic. Ironic. Exotic.  

You know who spins a true-grit, tell-it-like-it-is NYC story?  Lou Reed. He pulls no punches.  He walks that glitz-grime dichotomy line like cat burglar. 

I am on my third front to back listen of Lou Reed’s “New York” album and I can’t get off the ride. Actually, I don’t want to get off the ride. I don’t listen to Lou a lot, but when I do, I get stuck in. Especially into this album.  How can I not? Lou tells me that I have to. 

On the back of the album (and I am listening to this on vinyl), Lou informs us: ”It’s meant to be listened to in one 58 minute (14 songs!) sitting as though it were a book or a movie“.

Those instructions are printed on there in black and white. Like a book, you can’t read just one chapter. Like a play, you can’t watch just one act. Like a crime you can’t convict on one clue.  This is an album. A front to back, start to finish, sum of parts album. Make the time for it…

On the back of the album Lou also tells us, “You can’t beat 2 guitars, bass, drum”.  Damn straight, Lou.

And that is a good way to sum up this album: NYC stories of glitz-grime told in black and white honesty using the bare bones of the rock and roll sound.

“I’ll take Manhattan in a garbage bag” – “Romeo and Juliette”

I took Lou’s advice and I have been listening back to front and getting caught up in his NYC travelogue. Lou vents harsh on aids, the homeless, political hypocrisy and the zero-empathy, relentless struggle of growing up on the grime side of the NYC equation. It’s an intelligent and biting tongue Lou uses with great effect. 

The album hit the streets in 1989 (21 years ago!?!). When it was released, Lou said, “this is as good as I get”.  That is the blunt honesty that runs through all of Lou’s work. That blunt honesty is what makes this album work for me. 

Does anybody need another million dollar movie.
Does Anybody need another million dollar star
Does anybody need to be told over and over
Spitting in the wind comes back at you twice as hard
- Strawman

Here are a few of my fave bow-down tracks of the album:

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There is one other Lou album that forces me to listen to it: “American Poet”. It is a 1972 live NYC radio show performance. This is balls-out rock and roll. Lou told us on the back of the New York album jacket: ”You can’t beat 2 guitars, bass, drum”.  He’s obviously been following that edict for along time. Listen to these ’72 performances…they are pure rock and roll!.

“Walk it and Talk It” is Chuck Berry on pills. ”White Light/White Heat” straight up Eddie Cochran.  And “Rock and Roll” is, well, 2 guitars, bass and drum bare bones R&R truth. 
Make sure to have a listen to these as well:

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Tune Tags: “I’m using some borrowed tunes…” (new feature @ The 6149)

The title to this post contains a reference to a Neil Young song: “Borrowed Tune”.  In the song, Ol’ Neil talks about how he “borrowed” this song (the melody) from the Rolling Stones (do you now which Stones song he was talking about?).  

I’m borrowing tunes for this blog all the time. Most all of my stories and posts have links to songs.  I have even posted a few stories with hidden playlists embedded in them.  I take some of the bits of the story and hyperlink them to songs that fit. Here is one of the posts with a hidden playlist: Poorman’s Podcast: “We gots dat ol’ Pioneering Spirit once again…” (plus, a hidden playlist).

Sometimes I offer up playlists to download or that are embedded in the post via music sharing widgets, a la GrooveShark. Here is an example of a post with an embedded playlist, as well as a couple downloadable tracks: Feel Like Goin’ Home: a playlist for homesick ramblers….

I take the time to drop tunes into posts so that you get something in return for stopping by The 6149 (thanks). In doing so, I hope to turn you on to new tunes or offer up old favourites to put your ear on. (Faithful readers…does this sound familiar?  The old “Give and Take“?)

Yesterday I was adding a few links to my profile and I paused to re-read it. In it I state:
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“I am a fan of music and all of the sounds and stories that live in the songs…And like the bluesman, country singers and folk troubadours before me, I am pulled by the lure of going around in search of the sounds and to share my own stories.”

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It was the last part that got me to thinking; I am not sharing enough sounds…enough music.  At least, I am not making a point of sharing it.

Going forward, at the end of each (non-mobile) posting, I am going to embed a tune or two or a few that somehow relates to the post. This could be a bit of wordplay or it could be thematic based on the post. I am not entirely sure how it will shake out yet, but I’ll make ‘er work. 

I am calling them: Tune Tags.  Much like tags for blog posts, these will be audio tags. If I feel its warranted, I will drop a bit twitter’esque commentary on each.  You can play along as well. If you want to add a Tune Tag for the post, leave a comment on the post and I’ll update the playlist.

A bit gimmicky? Yes. Will it be worth a listen? Yes.  Am I sure?  Yes. Positive.

Here is our first go with Tune Tags.
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The Ballad of the Music Fan and the Stolen Mix Tape (Part 3): Sometimes you can’t make it on your own…

Before you check out this post you should have a read of parts 1 & 2 of this story. This way you will be in the know and can follow along with part 3:

When we last left our hero, Mix Tape Guy, he was off to see the Allman Brothers courtesy of a couple free tickets from yours truly. He and the friend that he took along had an as advertised great time at the show. They got there early enough to enjoy the tailgate scene and left late enough to hear the last notes echoing off the trees around the arena and out into the late summer night’s sky.

The set list was filled with old-time used-to-be’s and some rabbit-outta-the-hat cover tunes. Have a look:

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Don’t Want You No More
It’s Not My Cross To Bear
One Way Out
Midnight Rider
Good Morning Little Schoolgirl
Stand Back
Dreams
Can’t Find My Way Home
Statesboro Blues
Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad? (rabbit-outta-the-hat cover tune!)
Black Hearted Woman 
Mountain Jam
Dazed and Confused (rabbit-outta-the-hat cover tune!)
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Encore: Whippin’ Post (ode to our “Mutual Friend“)
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Mix Tape Guy’s antennae are always up for great gigs. But when U2 comes to town he needs not rely on an aerial to tell him to tap out a few tickets on the interweb. This past Sunday night (20th September), U2 played Foxboro Stadium located right outside of Boston, Massachusetts. Mix Tape Guy and another Concert Crazy Classmate from Keene, New Hampshire went to the show. 

$275 a piece got them tickets in the last row of the lower bowl.  Good seats…if it wasn’t for the overhang.  This dang piece of steel and girder interfered with their line of sight to the “claw” stage and, even worse, blocked out half the sound system.  Stadium shows have huge jumbotrons that allow you to see the action.  Fine. When you can’t hear the music the way you should, that is a deal breaker.

Mix Tape Guy and Concert Crazy Classmate considered the deal broken and scouted out two empty seats five rows down. They were empty and our heroes were game; off they went to better sights and sound. 

Midway through the show, wouldn’t you know it, some Dude comes up and claims one of the seats is his (where the hell was he for the start of the gig?). Mix Tape Guy appealed to the concert lover in the Dude and asked if he would mind if he and his friend (Concert Crazy Classmate) squish-stand in the other unclaimed seat. No problem, says Dude.  

In between songs Mix Tape Guy strikes up some blah-blah-blah conversation with Dude. Dude says he has two club seats for the Monday night show and asks Mix Tape guy if he wants to buy them for $400 a pop (face value $500). Mix Tape Guy and Concert Crazy Classmate fess up and decided the tix were too rich for their blood. No worries. At least they are loving the U2 show they are at. Gig’ers can’t be choosers.

Two songs later, out of nowhere, Dude says to Mix Tape Guy, “looks like you are enjoying the hell out of this show…here, you can have the tickets for Monday night”. 

Whoa. Repeat…Whoa.

Music-Karma is a strange thing. There is something about music…live music…that makes the fantastic, tangible. Live music is a sweet privilege. Music sometimes translates best live and speaks in native tongues.  It is the kind of language that is primal and brings out a communal purpose of enjoyment in true give and take fashion.  It is give and take with the artists and audience and give and take with each other…the concert goers. 

I’ll say it again: Live music is a sweet privilege.  It doesn’t matter if you are into U2, Black-Eyed Peas or Megadeath.  That same communal spirit is alive and well in the rhythms and the rapture of the song and the scene.

Needless to say, Mix Tape Guy was floored by the offer.  Dude gave the tickets. Mix Tape Guy took them.  Give and Take. 
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The next day was a bit of a mad scramble for Mix Tape Guy.  Prior commitments were getting in the way of his attending the gifted-second U2 show. Concert Crazy Classmate was already a no-go.  Ultimately, Mix Tape Guy just couldn’t wrangle free of his prior commitments and would not be able to go to the show. Had Music-Karma hit a dead end? Was this the end of the line for a Good Song-maritan deed?  Not with Mix Tape Guy at the helm. He knew what had to be done. 

If you did not read Parts 1 & 2 of this story, you may be a little lost. A quick refresher for you:

Mix Tape Guy and I have been in a Music-Karma volley for almost two decades. The serves have been few and far between, but when it is in play it is a grand-slam event. Most recently I surprised Mix Tape Guy with a pair of free-of-charge tickets to see the Allman Brothers. Now, Mix Tape Guy is in the same position to pass on the Music-Karma to worthy dedicated music-head.

Mix Tape Guy remembered an old co-worker who fit the bill. He rang her up and laid the big-gig on her. Her response…?

Whoa. Repeat…Whoa.

Job well done, Mix Tape Guy.  His friend and her husband are going to the U2 show tonight (Monday the 21st) and are probably fist-pumping as I type this. Mix Tape Guy would tell you that it felt great to do that. Almost as good as if he went himself (…even better than the real thing?).

Needless to say, the ex-coworker was floored by the offer.  Mix Tape Guy gave the tickets. Ex-Coworker took them.  Give and Take. 
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I’ll say it again: Live music is a sweet privilege…and at times, a glorious gift.

Here is a gift for you. Two live tunes.  One is an absolute Allman’s fave of mine. I have stood in many fields on many days and nights listening to the Allmans play this live, while rocking back and forth to it’s happy vibe.  Whenever/wherever I hear it I take the the time to stop what I am doing and get carried away with it. 

And, since we talked about U2, here is a classic live U2 song to put your ears on. This is one of my favourite live versions of this song off of Rattle and Hum.  I love the gospel-y background vocals.  I’ve seen U2 twice and unfortunately I have not yet heard this song.

Welcome to My Life Tattoo Part II: Final Ink…for now

(Click here for Part I of “Welcome to My Life Tattoo”.  And, since I published the these pics in this post, the tattoo has completely healed.  Go to this post for the real-deal healed pics)

Whew.  Five and a half hours of tattooing.  By hour number four I was singing to myself,  ”have mercy, have mercy on me…”, a line from the Don Covay tune, “Mercy Mercy” (I was actually singing The Stone’s version off of “Out of Our Heads”).

That is a lot of time to be under the needle…without stopping!  I wanted to finish the job in one go no matter how long it took. The guy responsible for inflicting the pain and the great ink work is Heath Nock (check this out for some of his photos).  Heath works at Steel Lotus in Sydney.  If you are looking for a top notch, passionate-about-what-he-does ink slinger, go see Heath. 

Heath and I met a month or so before this inking session took place.  I was actually supposed to have the work done at that session, but we both didn’t feel great about where the design was at.  Good lesson here…if you aren’t sure don’t do it.  Instead of tattooing we talked about the design for an hour or so.  Heath drew some designs on my arm until we got the right feel for what we wanted, how big it needed to be and if it would compliment the great work he had already done on the outside of my arm.

I left feeling really good about the design.  When I showed up four weeks later, Heath had the stencils ready to go.  One was the Highway 61 and Highway 49 road signs.  Another was of the gramophone. That was Heath’s idea and he was spot on with that one. The final one was the old 45 RPM record spindle. Each one was really a separate tattoo that we would weave together with a little shading and fill magic. 

The designs…what are they all about?  

The Highway 61 and Highway 49 signs were the mandatories.  I’m not so dedicated to this blog that I needed to get a tattoo about it.  It is the other way around.  I love music, the blues especially.  I’ve waxed on many times about how it is not just the music I love, but the stories and the characters and the folklore, etc. that really gets me. The signs are a part of all of that…the crossroads, the Mississippi Delta, the well traveled road on the way up to Chicago…I love the symbolism. 

The signs, as they relate to the “crossroads” also represent “choice” to me. From an existential bent…we make choices and we need to own the responsibility that goes with them.  I am “deep-end” believer of this and the signs represent that for me as well.

The phonograph turned out great.  It still has a bit of healing to do, but I love it. I like old time-y music. Gramophones harken way back when to when my favorite music first started to get recorded.  If I could have got a Charley Patton tune written on the label I would have (“High Sheriff Blues” would have been my choice)

The record spindle was just something I wanted there.  It too is an ancient piece of record playing history.
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I’m very happy about the ink work.  I love the whole thing.  If you are going to get a tattoo…small or massive…you have to make sure it means something to you and that you are going to like it.  Make sure you find someone who does great work and that you are comfortable with.  Protect your investment as well.  I make sure I drench my arm in 50 proof sun block when ever I go out. 

I think I am done. At least for the foreseeable future.  I have a few other ideas, but I will wait until the time is right. Plus, I’m still feeling that five and half hour job.  Youch…

(still a bit of healing to go, but all is going well…)