Category: Music

Who says local radio is dead? KEXP is now in Arbitron’s Internet broadcast ratings list, ranking in a solid #7 in the list of the top internet broadcasters and sales networks (and the top ranked individual station on the list). Among Internet radio stations, the station ranks #12 (some of the top six properties in the other list operate multiple channels with more listeners than KEXP). Interesting too that the other local public station, the jazz channel KPLU, is close behind KEXP on the list.

Which makes one wonder. I am a firm believer that the content on both stations, particularly KEXP, is superior to just about anything else out there. That said, does the ascendancy of both stations have more to do with geography? Surely the demand from their local listenership, who would likely be early adopters with a strong interest in technology, would be a factor in getting both stations on line to begin with. So why aren’t there any radio stations from Silicon Valley on the list? Or is it just that this is the only ornery corner of the country left where the “local station” isn’t run by a drone at Clear Channel?

I got my score for Spem in Alium in the mail yesterday. Lisa called me at work and said, “You have a very large box.” She wasn’t kidding. I didn’t measure the cardboard flat the score came in, but the score itself is 14 inches by 20 inches. Open, it’s 38 inches by 20 inches.

And 40 staves tall. And 120 measures long.

And it hits me. Where the hell am I going to find the time to multitrack 40 vocal parts? At about 70 bpm, four beats to the measure for 120 measures is about 7 minutes per part. That’s 280 minutes, or more than four hours of recording. And how am I going to find that much quiet time in this house?

Man. This is going to be a harder project than I thought.

The score thing really bugs me, though. The only commercially available vocal part is the full score. There are part books available (one book has Choirs I – IV, the other Choirs V – VIII) but only for rent, not to buy.

As promised, a few more words about yesterday’s concert. But first a word about setlists. Elvis has such a deep back catalogue that anyone who claims to know every song he’s done is either lying or has very deep pockets. Or at least that’s my story. So I apologize when I will inevitably omit some songs from my retelling of the show.

Elvis opened the show with “45,” my favorite from his second to most recent album, When I Was Cruel. “Green Shirt” was next, then two other relatively uptempo songs. But most of the session was dominated by ballads, mostly drawn from North.

Mostly, but not all; Elvis’s performance of “This House is Empty Now” from his collaboration with Burt Bacharach brought the house down. Stripping away the layers of cheese-pop instrumentation that bloated the original recording, this version was just acoustic guitar, the magic touch of Steve Nieve on piano, and voice. And what a voice. Elvis stepped out from behind the mic after effortlessly nailing the high note in the bridge and sang the rest of the song unamplified. The performance brought the audience to their feet—remember, this was only about half a dozen songs into his set.

Incidentally, Elvis repeated the stepping away from the microphone trick a few more times during the set, which gave me a chance to notice that his unamplified voice was more in tune than his amplified voice. Maybe they screwed up something in the monitors. The acoustic in Benaroya was something to behold, by the way. Partway through the encore (which lasted 90 minutes!) he sang “You Left Me in the Dark,” and you could hear a pin drop. To be precise, you could hear the ventilation system of the hall, and the collective intake of breath as he sang the last phrase.

About 45 minutes into the first set, a latecomer took her front row seat, and Elvis, who had been vamping a bit on the guitar, leaned over and said, “The story so far…” After the laughter died down, he said, “…we’ve played a lot of sad songs.” But it wasn’t all cabaret. Elvis brought down the house with a broadly played version of “God’s Comic,” which he interrupted after the second verse with a moment of acidly political stand-up. (Sample: “God is everywhere, like CNN. And CNN was at our hotel in Florida because Dick Cheney was there. I saw him headed for the all-you-can-eat buffet, and thought, ‘Oh no. What if he eats too much, has a heart attack and dies? Then there’ll be nobody running the country!’ (a beat) And they’ll have to prise his cold, dead hand out of the arse of that Texan puppet of his.”) And his deconstructed version of “Watching the Detectives,” which veered from cabaret to reggae to feedback-drenched Hendrix, was brilliant, as was the rockabilly shuffle version of “Pump It Up.”

Again: for my money, one of the two or three best concerts I’ve ever attended. Get tickets and go. Now. You’ll thank me later.

Just got back from the Elvis Costello show. Two and a half hour concert—no intermission—that sounded at times like a mix tape; except all but a few covers were from Elvis’s own repertoire. One of the two or three best concerts I’ve ever seen.

No time to write down everything now, but hopefully I’ll be able to point to a set list and write some more tomorrow.

And by that I don’t mean Presley vs. Costello. What I’m specifically wondering is: which version of Elvis Costello will I see at Benaroya Hall tonight? Will it be the downbeat romantic balladeer of his most recent release, North; the angry young man of 1978’s “Radio, Radio”; or something in between? The review of the LA show suggests it will be a blend—EC performed there with a mic, an acoustic guitar, and Steve Nieve on piano, but heckled back unmercifully when an overzealous fan shouted a request from the balcony.

I’m guessing Benaroya tonight will be more of the same, which is mostly fine. Some of Elvis’s ballad performances are among his best songs on record, even some of his covers like the stunning version of Burt Bacharach’s “I Just Don’t Know What to Do with Myself” that he recorded on his last big outing with Steve Nieve. Which, I am amazed to note, is available for purchase from selected Amazon marketplace sellers starting at $150. I did’t realize this box set was so rare. I’ll have to be more careful with it.

What is it about vinyl? Really? (Yes, I’m talking about records, not clothing…) I found a good used music store in the U-District tonight and walked out with a handful of records—all stuff I had on CD, all early and mid 80s records: the Police’s Synchronicity and Ghost in the Machine, Sting’s first solo album, U2’s The Unforgettable Fire.

Common thread? The CDs, made early in the technology, sound … a bit thin to my ears now. I want to hear what the vinyl, made at the most mature stage of that technology, sounds like.

And Simon and Garfunkel’s The Graduate soundtrack? That’s just for kicks.

• I didn’t point to this year’s Pazz’n’Jop awards when they were published, but thought I should at least give a shout out to fellow ’Hoo Joe Gross, whose ballot is not disharmonious with my Best Of 2003 list.
• Wanna get a Cease and Desist letter from EMI? Publishing a link to the Grey Album is probably a good way to do it. (Ooops.) But so is participating in Grey Tuesday, apparently.
• Just in case you hadn’t figured it out on your own, buying Pepsi just to get a free song at the iTunes Music Store isn’t such a hot idea. I did just that this weekend, testing the tip about making sure you get a winning cap (it works) and my tolerance for drinking that sweet swill (non-existent). And at the end, what did I have? Two free songs (value: $1.98) and two bottles of Pepsi to pour down the drain (paid: $2.30). And just what does one do with only two songs from the iTMS? My conclusion: buy tracks from one of the many partial albums that are only available for purchase by song, since the album isn’t available for purchase as a package anyway.

Got my hair cut yesterday, and my ego flattened. My stylist and the clerk behind the counter got into a discussion about ideal working music. “I like the place next door,” said the clerk; “they have one of those satellite systems, you can tune in 80s music or whatever.”

My stylist said, “Nah, I hate 80s music. Too slow. I like something I can dance to.”

“But there was dance music in the 80s,” I argued. “New Order? Depeche Mode?”

“Never heard of them,“ she said. “I was born in 1982. I was what, six?”

“Thanks,” I said. “Just trim away that new gray hair you just gave me, would you?”

Yeah, I know we’re almost six weeks into 2004. It just took a while to put these thoughts together.

This year I was almost content to let KEXP speak for me on the best releases of the year. But I can’t find a concise link on their site for this year’s “best of” list (though it is on the online playlist), and besides Greg inspired me (and gave me a neato format to steal!). So I’ve written an unordered, quick top albums of 2003 list, plus some reflections on the year in music as a whole.

Looks like the Church’s album Starfish (with their only US hit “Under the Milky Way”) is available in the iTunes Music Store. As is—wait for it—Sigur Rós’s ( ).

Longtime readers of this blog may remember last year when I observed that Sigur Rós had disappeared from the store, just a few days after appearing in a banner ad. What brought them back? Well, it’s anybody’s guess, but I’m guessing that eight months’ positive experience in the store meant that when it was time to promote their new EP, their label had enough evidence of how it affected album sales to talk them into it.

The new EP, Ba Ba Ti Ki Di Do, features the three works that Sigur Rós contributed to Merce Cunningham’s dance work “Split Sides.” The other contributor was Radiohead, whose contributions do not appear to be forthcoming on disc.

From late night infomercials to the New York Times: the pretty kids of opera, Amici Forever. It’s only because classical music is so badly marketed in general that these guys are getting any sort of props for “popularizing” opera. With a name like Amici Forever (destined to become a boat anchor as soon as the group breaks up), and with collars like those the guys are wearing in the photos, this group would be an also ran if it weren’t for the classical angle.

Or maybe I’m just grumpy this morning because none of the groups I was in ever got that kind of press. Sniff.

Oh well. At least they don’t have to go topless to get attention from the music press.

Radiohead
Hail to the Thief
Capitol, 2003

I sucked
The moon
I spoke
Too soon
And how much did

it cost?
I was dropped from
Moonbeams
And sailed
On shooting stars

Maybe you’ll
be president
But know
right from wrong
Or in the flood you’ll
build an Ark
And sail us to the moon

For all who are interested in the traditional folk music of America, BlueRidgeMusic.org provides a searchable database by state, county, location, keyword, and date of all traditional music happenings in the Blue Ridge Mountains between North Carolina and Virginia. The Marshall Depot is listed as a venue, as are a few other gigs in and around Asheville.

The database is courtesy the Blue Ridge Institute and Museum at Ferrum College in Virginia, which also has some pretty cool Appalachian music material in its current online exhibit, “Deathly Lyrics: Songs of Virginia Tragedies.”

Found online today, two interesting directions in music:

1. Goodbye, Babylon, a six-disc compilation of gospel and other sacred music and sermons from 1902 to 1960, is available from the company’s web site (Dust-to-Digital) for a cool $100. The compilation is getting raves: it could be the next Anthology of American Folk Music.
2. Vijay Iyer, a pianist and academic theorist whose music was available on MP3.com before its implosion (and is now available on his own site), just put together a song cycle with poet and hip-hop artist Mike Ladd called “In What Language?” that examines travel between countries in the post-9/11 world. Interesting stuff that is winning raves all over the place.

On a completely different, um, note, the generation line of melodramatic “singers” with large heads has been crossed: Henry Rollins will be guesting on William Shatner’s next album.

And, in sadder news, the LA coroner’s office ruled that Elliott Smith’s death is still an open case; the coroner said they couldn’t rule out that someone else might have stabbed him.