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The KIngfish checks in with new nuggets from Mojo Music down in Australia
It is said that the only two things in life you can count on are death and taxes. Well, that may be true, but I have one more for you: killer blues recommendations from The Kingfish. That's right...the Kingfish is like the "Axis": he knows everything.
Wilco Delivers! (a guest post from Kip who caught the gig in Sydney, Australia)
Over its 15 years as a band, Wilco has explored a varied range of sounds, from early alt-country tendencies to a sound influenced by classic rock, pop and folk. Ever restless, the band reinvented itself in the early-noughties by pushing its music in a more experimental direction. And when it seemed they'd become a band preoccupied with sonic experiments, it switched gears (again), putting out a melodic, folksy album, Sky Blue Sky, followed by an almost straightforward mainstream guitar album -- last year’s king of the creepers, Wilco (The Album).
By single-mindedly pursuing a career based on slow organic growth, as opposed to intermittent commercial hits and a quick buck, Wilco have evolved into a live act that is seemingly beyond comparison. It's difficult to imagine a tighter, more confident sextet, particularly when one considers the sonic breadth of their setlists. Great bands create a wall of sound when playing live; paradoxically, Wilco's wall is a soft blanket that envelops its audience.
Wilco established the tone for a recent sold-out Saturday night Sydney show early on, opening with the chugging beat of Wilco (The Song). Over the song’s playful rhythm, frontman Jeff Tweedy sung, “Wilco will love you, baby,” and at once a sense of joyful openheartedness pervaded the mood for the rest of the two and half hour, 29-song set.
Early on, Wilco launched into another song off the new album, Bull Black Nova, a jarring, paranoid rocker with a clanging Spoon-like keyboard rhythm that recalls the piano chestnut, Chopsticks. The intensely claustrophobic Bull Black Nova was an abrupt transition from the light-hearted opener, but it signalled that the band was in the mood to rock out, and the setlist for the rest of the night favoured songs with driving guitars and opportunities for the band to unleash its unique wall of delicious sound.
The band’s two multi-instrumentalists – Pat Sansone and Mikael Jorgensen – laid down waves of interlocking sound with buzzing, squeaking and humming electronics as drummer Glenn Kotche masterfully filled in the spaces. It was easy to close your eyes and get caught up in these swirling acoustics as the understated lights that dotted the stage pulsed and glowed in the State Theatre's darkness.
Unfortunately, a typical "hip" Sydney audience is cowered into fear of expressing themselves the wrong way at the wrong time, making the collective feel self-conscious about their presence at a gig and wondering how they’re supposed to participate. Doesn’t sound like a fun-filled experience, does it? Bollocks! Wilco are so sure of themselves now that the typical Sydney audience had little baring on the outcome.
Wilco came, saw and conquered. Sure they noticed the blatant audience coolness and they did their absolute best to change it – Tweedy's banter, at times, was like a mischievous kid with a blunt stick prodding a hornet's nest. But it mattered not.
For most groups who relish the interaction of a live show, playing the hits involves a delicate balancing act. On one hand, many people don’t like to have their memory of a favourite old tune radically altered. On the other, there are few worse prospects for the seasoned musician than the idea of being reduced to a living jukebox, churning out songs for which you have long since lost any affection. This was a problem that Wilco obviously circumvented a long time ago. There are no throw-aways; nothing is ever rushed.
The exceptionally talented lead guitarist Nels Cline stole the show with some surprisingly spectacular guitar playing that was so impressive that (some) people even jumped to their feet to whistle and applaud! Guitar solos can easily become indulgent, but I was blown away with the precision and grace of Cline’s playing, the way his often frantic strumming served the song and how he was able to consistently wow the audience without going overboard by laying it on too much. Normally I get impatient for long guitar solos to end, but Cline is the rare exception when I would’ve been happy to hear more.
At times Tweedy carries the look of a man who enjoys being dragged backwards through hedges. But this is a good thing in the context of a Wilco gig. Whether it's his deadpan between-song banter, his ironic facial expressions or his folksy back porch demeanour, Tweedy is comfortably wedged in the driver's seat.
Turning a stately 100 year-old theatre adjoining a mid-town Maccas into a back porch is a feat more readily associated with Uri Geller. But Wilco have magic in abundance. They are a band at ease with their lofty place in the live music world today. Happy to be enjoying their slow evolution from alt-country darlings to all-round sonic magicians. The boys, are quite simply, in outstanding form right now. If they ever stop-by your home town, do yourself a favour and pull-up a pew. You won't be disappointed.
Ass Sniffers and Record Collectors: Sound Hounds are the purest of breeds
"If you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends..." 17th April - Support Record Store Day
In honor of Record Store Day, which occurs this Saturday the 17th April, I am reposting a blog entry that I wrote almost one year ago.
"If you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends..." (posted 12th April, 2009)
The first record I ever owned as 45 called, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" by the Tokens. I was a young kid of about seven or eight years old and I played that record until the needle wore through its grooves. It was the sweeping falsettos that hooked me. But what I loved even more was the loping, rhythmic, tribal beat that drove the song. I feel strongly that my love of the blues was spawned from repeated listenings of this infamous song. One of the other records of my formative-music fan years that used to get a lot of spins was the Best of the Monkees. "Last Train to Clarksville" and "Papa Gene's Blues" were faves.
________ In the movie, Almost Famous, Kate Hudson's "Penny Lane" character said, "If you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends". So true... This weekend 17 different countries will celebrate Record Store Day. RSD was created by a handful of record store fans as a "...celebration of the unique culture surrounding over 700 independently owned record stores in the USA, and hundreds of similar stores internationally". Have a look at the website to check out all the happenings. I agree with the idea around celebrating the "unique culture" that inhabits the independent record store. I have a record shop. It is called Mojo Records and it is located on York St. in downtown Sydney. Mojo, the self-proclaimed "Kings of the Back Catalogue", is more than just a record shop. It is a place where people are "regulars" on Thursdays and Friday nights. It is a place where people come to share music and stories about music for hours on end. It is a place where a common bond found in music brings together disparate groups of strangers and friends and turns them into "family". And, it is a place where a blues lick can draw you off the street and into the shop and never let you go. When I first found Mojo, I was walking down York and I heard the unmistakable tremble of Muddy Water's slide action boucing off the buildings on both side of the street. I looked around for the shop and saw that it sat below the street at basement level...subterranean...buried treasure. The front shop window stretched from the footpath up to my waist and ran close to fifteen feet in length. I hovered over it and paced back and forth, all the while staring down at the collection of records, people, cds and posters inside. I was locked in. Once inside, I saw a few people leaning on the counter, beers in hands, talking just loud enough so they could hear each other over Muddy's "Long Distance Call". There were a few more people flipping through the record and CD racks. The owner, Nev, came over to introduce himself to me. Within 15 minutes, he had me holding five albums, five "bow-down" albums, that were a money back guarantee promise of hidden gem goodness. Nev is a man of his word. Fast forward two years later, my wife organised a surprise birthday party in the shop. I am a Friday regular. I stop down after work with a couple six-packs of beer (always Cooper's Red) and stay until closing time...which is whenever we decide we want to close up. That particular Friday was my birthday. Little did I know my wife talked with Nev and his right-hand man Uncle Frank and set up the festivities. It was Mojo's first birthday party. By 6:30pm, the place was packed with twenty odd people listening to music, swapping stories, having a few beers and eating a record shaped cake.
We kept on until about midnight and when we were just about to leave, Nev called out "one more song"! Nev put some Jimmy Dawkins on...a dozen songs, a bunch of stories and a few more beers later, we called it a night. Now that's Mojo; happy birthday indeed.
________ Just yesterday I was at Mojo. I went to see Booker T and the Drive-By Truckers perform last night and needed to get the "feel" going before the gig. Nev and I talked about what we were doing for RSD. There is going to be a two-piece band and a book signing by a local artist. People are going to start coming by around 3:00pm. Nev is going to have some vinyl specials going. I already put three aside to get when I go in: Derek & the Dominoes, "Layla", The Allmans, "Live at the Fillmore" and Otis Redding's, "Otis Blue". My wife gave me a turntable for Christmas and I need to get some vinly and give it a spin. My music collection is 1,300+ albums strong (98% fat free). I can't replace it all, but I am going to pick out some choice sets worthy of the black stuff. Have a look at the collection if you like: Judd's Juke Joint. If you want to see Mojo in person, come on down next Saturday. It is sure to be a bow-down event. Oh yeah, bring a rack of beer if youlike...Cooper's Red. p.s. That 45 I was talking about? I still have it. My mom framed it for me and gave it to me as a gift a couple years ago. Records don't have to spun on a turn table to tell great stories.
A 6149 Weekend Jump Start Playlist: The Shim Sham Shimmy (downloads: get 'em while they're hot)
Special Guest Post: Music Copyrights and Wrongs – Time to Kook a Burra, Mate!
Music Copyrights and Wrongs – Time to Kook a Burra, Mate!
The mainstream music world was rocked recently. No, it wasn’t because new illegal download figures had been released. And it wasn’t because the Stones had announced their retirement. It was all due to a lawsuit being upheld against the writers of an iconic 80s anthem.
Australian Federal Court judge Peter Jacobson ruled that the flute passage in Down Under, Men At Work's popular new wave ode to life in the antipodes bears a resemblance to Kookaburra Sits In The Old Gum Tree, a children's folk tune written 75 years ago by a humble Aussie schoolteacher.
"I have come to the view that the flute riff in Down Under . . . infringes on the copyright of 'Kookaburra,' because it replicates in material form a substantial part of Ms. Sinclair's 1935 work," stated the judge in his ruling. Men At Work’s lead singer and songwriter, Colin Hay, maintains that the flute passage was unconsciously borrowed by the band’s flute player (not a writer of the song) during a performance, several years after it was written. The brief interlude, therefore, was part of the arrangement, not a part of the original composition.
Hear for yourselves:
To me, though, the question shouldn’t be whether a riff was borrowed consciously or unconsciously, or was part of the composition or the arrangement. And it’s not about who owes whom money. The question now is whether culture can grow and thrive under conditions where a few notes can land you in a courtroom.
Copyright exists to give artists a monopoly on their work and to incentivise further creativity — this benefits society, because we all want new music and art, and the more the better. Too much regulation, though, and copyright starts to stifle creativity. No art, whether it’s literature, painting or music, is created in a vacuum — all works borrow (consciously or not) from the artistic milieu in which they were conceived. If an artist has to be afraid lest a tiny corner of his or her composition contains a recognisable element from somebody else’s, art suffers, and society suffers.
As Harvard copyright professor Lawrence Lessig has pointed out, where would writing be if you had to secure permission from the rights-holder of a text when you wanted to quote a paragraph for illustration or review? It’s too absurd to contemplate. Yet in other media, we are headed increasingly in that direction. It’s a good time to be a lawyer, but not to be an artist.
That there was a connection with the Kookaburra song was seemingly taken as a fait accompli by the judge, but I can’t remember it ever entering my mind, and friends that I’ve asked are similarly confounded. Voltaire once said that anything too stupid to be said is sung. Judge Jacobson should have dusted-off an eight track deck prior to handing down his queer judgement.
The judge made much of Hay’s admission of conscious or unconscious references, but there hasn’t been a piece of music written that wasn’t unconsciously referencing some past song, at least since Mozart (he was the deaf one, wasn’t he?). Robert Plant was gracious enough to admit that songwriters are one long line of beggars and thieves, and how can that not be so.
I think any reasonable person would suggest that whatever similarity was found, the supposed lifting of a few notes added exactly nothing to the value of the work, or its popularity, and should be compensated at that level. And that’s before we even get into the argument about whether copyright should be maintained some 75 years after the original ditty was penned, and a decade or so after the writer’s death.
The money is a big issue, but it’s the principle that stinks.
After the surprise ruling, Hay published a lengthy and very emotional statement. "The copyright of 'Kookaburra' is owned and controlled by Larrikin Music Publishing, more specifically by a man named Norm Lurie. Larrikin Music Publishing is owned by a multi-national corporation called Music Sales. I only mention this as Mr. Lurie is always banging on about how he's the underdog, the little guy. Yet, he is part of a multi-national corporation just like EMI Music Publishing. It's all about money, make no mistake," he wrote.
You know, Colin has a point.
"It is indeed true, that Greg Ham unconsciously referenced two bars of 'Kookaburra' on the flute, during live shows after he joined the band in 1979, and it did end up in the Men At Work recording," Hay conceded. "When Men At Work released the song 'Down Under' through CBS Records (now Sony Music), in 1982, it became extremely successful. It was, and continues to be, played literally millions of times all over the world, and it is no surprise that in over 20 years, no one noticed the reference to 'Kookaburra.'"
Well, Colin certainly has a point, there, too.
If any of the “Men At Work” did notice the imitation, they surely would have assumed that the song was ‘traditional’ and in the public domain. A payout to a rights-holding company nearly a century later in no way helps the author. It does nothing for struggling artists today, just as none of the millions paid for his paintings go to Vincent Van Gogh. Property law and art are poles apart. The law should change.
The most likely thing, I reckon, is that flautist Greg Ham “quoted” the riff as a clever and witty way of underlining and reinforcing the Australiana vibe of the song. Quoting is a jazz expression used when a soloist consciously references another song, generally during an improvisation. It is a common device and it is generally understood to be a compliment, not a rip-off. Maybe if they’d used that line of defence and offered some sort of compensation to the Kookaburra people the whole matter could’ve been settled amicably. Dunno. It’s all about money, I hear.
However, now that His Honour has handed down his verdict, can we expect that common sense takes control and damages are assessed at say $100, with all parties to pay their own costs? Sadly, I doubt it.
I went to see the musical Wicked the other day. Unmistakeably in the overture there are a few bars of Somewhere over the Rainbow. But I’ll shut up for $50,000.
Of course, this particular case occurs in the middle of a world-wide panic amongst luddite music labels over the matter of illegal downloading and file sharing, so I wonder if the times just did not suit Hay and his co-defenders?
Now, there might be something of a witch-hunt mentality surrounding illegal downloads (though I don’t think many professional musicians think so), and there is certainly a good argument that current copyright laws are badly drawn, have become draconian and exploitative and are inhibiting creative expression, the complete opposite of what they were originally designed to do, but it seems to me that even if all that were not the case, there is still a minor argument for compensation being paid to the Kookaburra copyright owner.
But that compensation should be fair. I saw an article in the aftermath of the case where Norm Lurie suggested he was seeking 40-60% of the royalties from Down Under and that strikes me as insane, even as a bargaining position. Less than one percent would be reasonable for “his” contribution to the track.So I feel a great deal of sympathy for Colin Hay. In part because he’s a great musician — I’ve seen his solo shows a bunch of times and many of his solo albums are simply brilliant — and in part because I think it really would be a serious injustice if he was forced to cough up 40-60% of the royalties from Down Under. But in an age where musicians, quite legitimately, worry about their work being stolen in the form of illegal downloads and other sorts of unauthorised transfers, and where major labels have made a point of suing individuals over such infringements, you can hardly expect musicians themselves to be exempt from having their use of copyrighted material questioned.
Possibly the most famous plagiarism suit is the 1970 George Harrison classic, My Sweet Lord vs. the minor 1963 Chiffons’ hit, He's So Fine.
George was gigging in Copenhagen with Delaney and Bonnie in late ‘69. He remembered the song that became "My Sweet Lord" was conceived when he slipped away from a yawn-inducing press conference and began "vamping" some guitar riffs, fitting the chords to the words "Hallelujah" and "Hare Krishna." Later, members of the band joined in, fired-up a doobie and the dreamy lyrics developed from there. Although Harrison is solely credited with the birth of "My Sweet Lord," the song obviously had many mid-wives. Legendary keyboard side-man and ad-libbing genius Billy Preston was also in attendance that day.
In 1994 John Fogerty was sued for self-plagiarism after leaving Fantasy Records and pursuing a solo career with Warners. Fantasy still owned the rights to the CCR library and sound. Saul Zaentz, the owner of Fantasy, claimed Fogerty's song "Old Man Down the Road" was a copy of the CCR toon "Run Through the Jungle." The court, in a moment of inspired ‘juris obvious’, made the landmark judgement that an artist cannot plagiarise himself. Zaentz was arrested later that night for raping himself.
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Have a go at these tunes...no worries, you won't get sued for playing them.
The Devil Made Me Do it ("big-box record stores are such a drag...")
- Posted from London, United Kingdom and NSW, Australia
"It Might Get LOUD" (it damn well better be)
I just scored tix to see the UK premier of "It Might Get Loud". It is going to be at the, star-studded, mind you, Hammersmith Apollo on the 15th December.
The night I witnessed Willie Nelson make a room full of grown women breakdown and cry
- Posted from Sydney, Australia









