Audiologue


Woah.M.G!!! – Cibo Matto

Cibo Matto – “Birthday Cake”

Not to sound too dramatic, but this was the song (and the band) that forever changed the way that I look at music. I was about 16 when my friend Tonia Poobczyk popped Cibo Matto’s “Vive La Woman” album into the CD player and skipped to this track. The album was all about food (a universal language, according to the band), the lyrics were nonsense, and the music was pure discordance. So of course, I fell in love with them.

I was pretty stoked today to find out (thanks O’Reilly) that the kids have finally reunited (Yuka Hondo and Mito Hatori split for a while to work on solo projects). And it is, rather aptly, called the 2011 “Yeah, Basically” Tour.  Check out tour dates here. For you folks in DC, they’ve got a mid-July date booked at the Rock n’ Roll Hotel. Tickets on sale starting this Saturday.



Stay Out of the Love Potion: Good Shoes
May 11, 2011, 11:11 pm
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I once saw a female bodybuilder at a pizza restaurant in Georgetown. She had the face of Jason Gedrick and looked like she could squash walnuts with her bare hands. (Video – Good Shoes, “Under Control”)



Tour Guides

Kudos to Zombie Surf Camp for posting Atom Goren’s (of Atom & his Package) “11 Tips for Touring,” published in Philly’s City Paper. I surely didn’t expect the advice about getting “very comfortable with shitting in weirdly laid-out bathrooms” (Tip #8).

Though after reading the fabulous tour zine produced by the Vancouver duo, The Pack AD (they distribute this at their shows and will hopefully have another following their recent European and current Canadian-side tours), which included many entries about spectacularly cheap food (but delicious in that corn-dog and taco lifestyle kind of way) and watching lots of Project Runway during the down time, the list might need to include a bit more to really prepare bands for surviving life on the road.



Seductucation: Ida Corr and Fedde Le Grand
May 3, 2011, 11:24 pm
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I’m not all that crazy about Danish singer Ida Corr and Dutch DJ Fedde Le Grand’s song “Let Me Think About It,” but I love the video. And, purely for the movement. It’s like an editor’s wet dream, and might have been for a choreographer, too, had the girls mostly been better timed. The unfortunate interference is the guy who shows up at the end (a dancer who was hired for the video), as he seems to just interrupt all that momentum.



This IS Your Parent’s Rock N’ Roll: Junior Walker & the All-Stars
May 3, 2011, 11:10 pm
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It may be your parent’s rock n’ roll, but you 80s fans may already recognize it from the Desperately Seeking Susan soundtrack: Motown’s Junior Walker & the All-Stars performing “Shotgun.” It was one of those oddly violent, but incredibly catchy songs out of the 1960s. Kind of like “Stagger Lee” (of which Lloyd Price did a version in ’59). Here, the singer is telling a girl to grab her red dress, high heels, and a shotgun to shoot a “jerk” (I assume that’s code for cheater).



For the Love of the Show: Songkick

There were several articles in recent months about MySpace’s struggle for survival. Bought by News Corp, a Rupert Murdoch company in 2005, they struck a $300 million advertising deal with Google, and from then on, it seemed like they just let advertising trump everything (and even more so now as they scramble to regain users). Worse, they seemed to ignore the fact that, while individuals were migrating to other sites like Facebook (which now has twice as many users as MySpace), there were still musicians that found the website useful. Quite simply, MySpace offered a cheap and easy way to self-promote. And, while you’ll still find bands that have MySpace pages, you’ll find a lot more that no long will or no longer do. Logging in recently, I read a comment from British band Almost Free who’s comment in the news feed read: “Thank you MySpace for changing our profile. I wonder how many bands pay to be ‘recommended.'” Needless to say, stripping away in-depth searching capabilities, and then giving priority to bands that already receive widespread publicity pissed a lot of people off, leaving a vacuum for someone to come along and make a new central website for musicians to self-promote. Facebook could have, but didn’t (or may not consider it a priority), only recently having added media player functions. Band Camp may, but it doesn’t appear as though many local bands that need a free resource will use it.

For those that enjoy going to shows, the New York Times had an article yesterday about a website called Songkick, which is designed to help you keep track of shows (including music festivals) scheduled in your area on any given day, with the option to filter and receive notifications for specific performers. Best of all, it lists upcoming shows for even the smaller venues. However, I’m not sure what the point is of the “I’m Going” or “I May Be Going” buttons under the show listings (it would be great if it took you right to the appropriate ticketing site so you can be tickets, if possible), but I guess maybe that is a way for the venue or the artists to keep a rough count of attendees. In any event, it’s a useful site for the fervent show-goer.



Mouth Full of Wire, Music Full of Soul: Poly Styrene

Former X-Ray Spex frontwoman, Poly Styrene, died of breast cancer yesterday at the age of 53. The band’s most well known song may be “Germ Free Adolescents” but this one, “The Day the World Turned Day Glo” is my favorite. It’s such poetic angst. This was sad timing for Styrene who, along with the Spex, made a minor comeback in 2007 when the music mags reunited some of the old timey punks that were still living for the 30th anniversary of the Sex Pistol’s album, Never Mind the Bullocks.

The Spex formed around the later half the 1970s after Styrene caught a Sex Pistols performance and was inspired to start a band which seemed to be the case for a lot of bands that followed the Sex Pistols. This video goes to show you just how young they were at the time. A teenager runaway who traveled around music festivals, Poly Styrene was a kind of hippie. She made her outfits, had a mouthful of braces, and curly hair. Lora Logic was the other girl in the band, and for a time, played saxophone. So the band was one of the more unique ones at the time. I tend to think of them less as punk and more in that post-punk, experimental phase that came later. Her performing cut short, though, when they diagnosed her as schizophrenic, and later, as having bipolar disorder. And by the early 80s, she joined a religious cult. It was years before she was back on the scene again, touring and making new music, culminating in the release of a solo album called Generation Indigo  only just last month.



Look-a-likes: Ian Dury

Sex, Drugs, and Rock n’ Roll, the 2009 biopic of the frontman for British post-punkers Ian Dury & the Blockheads, was recently added to the Netflix Instant Queue. Andy Serkis takes the lead and looks remarkably like Dury, who died of cancer in 2000. The movie, which is as deliciously bizarre as Dury himself, gives a bit of insight about his collaboration with Chaz Jankel (who might be better known for his soundtrack work for the 1986 comedy, Real Genius), his relationship with his son and future musician, Baxter Dury, and years of his childhood spent in an institution after he contracted polio.



Break on Through: The Runaways

A great rock n’ roll movie is the one that gets the blood coursing in your veins. After watching The Runaways, all I wanted to do was jam at full volume.

For those of you too young to remember (or never heard about at all), The Runaways were an all-girl teenage rock band that formed in California around 1974. At a time when rock n’ roll was shifting towards faster tempos and amateurish ease, boys in leather jackets and dirty jeans were re-learning how easy it was to start a band and make some music. Unfortunately, double standards seemed to apply for their eager female counterparts who were discouraged from upsetting the paradigm of what was considered socially acceptable for girls. Like Joan Jett’s guitar teacher (Damone!) explained so bluntly in The Runaways:  “Girls don’t play electric guitar.”

The hell they don’t. This was around the time that glam hit the scene, so gender bending was already a staple of rock n’ roll. But if guys like David Bowie and the New York Dolls could prance around onstage in women’s clothes, why couldn’t a bunch of girls plug in and go crazy in front of a stack of amps?

And so the defiant Runaways formed in Hollywood when drummer Sandy West (played by Stella Maeve) and guitarist Joan Jett (Kristen Stewart), having each toyed with the idea of starting an all-girl band, were introduced by Kim Fowley (Michael Shannon), the sleazy LA record producer who eventually went on to become the band’s sleazy manager. Fowley was a lot like the late Sex Pistols manager Malcolm McLaren in that The Runaways was a concept band, and the other members — lead guitarist Lita Ford, lead singer Cheri Currie, and a rotating lineup of bassists (due to legal issues, the fictional Robin Robinson represented Jamie Fox) — were recruited more for attitude than musical ability. The all-girl rock band was still a fairly daring idea at the time.

Although they’re a band that has historically been labeled “teenage jailbait,” Kim Fowley clarified in the documentary Edgeplay that The Runaways weren’t all T & A. The songs, in retrospect, were kind of cutesy, but they were played with a certain ferociousness. These were girls who  just didn’t give a shit (and had no reason to), and they modeled themselves on their rock idols who represented the same. And aside from Suzie Quatro, those idols were guys.  Bowie, Keith Richards, Gene Simmons, Jeff Beck, and others. And even when ex-lead singer Cheri Currie strutted on stage in Japan in a Betty Page corset, she looked ready to dominate, not to be dominated.  (Baby-faced Dakota Fanning made it seem more innocent when reenacting this in the film).

And so, The Runaways were born. The movie is obviously a limited biopic, which is a shame considering the renewed interest in the band that it managed to incite, especially among young audiences since it’s basically been marketed as That Kristen Stewart and Dakota Fanning Movie. Because it’s based on Cheri Currie’s memoir, Neon Angel, the focus is primarily on the relationship between she, Joan Jett, and Kim Fowley. But Currie’s career really fizzled out after she left the band, and aside from Joan Jett, guitarist Lita Ford, who teamed up with Sharon and Ozzie Osbourne, was more famous, having achieved some access as a solo artist after The Runaways disbanded.

The Runaways ran the risk of limited-release teeny bopper mediocrity, although it surprisingly proved otherwise (and a lot of credit is owed to its leading actors). It’s tricky pulling off a story about a handful of angst-ridden teenage girls in way that doesn’t come off as utterly trite (see Catherine Hardwick’s Thirteen), or drowned in gender politics as it did in say, Lou Adler’s Ladies and Gentlemen, The Fabulous Stains (which is probably the closest cinematic kin to The Runaways). While in reality, rock n’ roll was still very much a man’s world in the 70s, the world of The Runaways is just the opposite. Most of the men in the film are either ineffectual (like their road manager), or utterly vile, like the Currie sisters’ alcoholic father and the band’s manager, Kim Fowley. (Though, that’s not to say that even the women in the film can’t disappoint – Currie’s mother was a real flake).

Because it’s a movie based on an American band that formed before the benign (and incredibly boring) Age of Extreme Political Correctness, the movie revisits the grime that has since been lost to cultural gentrification. Albeit, it’s a grime of West Coast flavor (rather than say, abysmal New York City in the mid 70s), but The Runaways is chock full of dirty clubs, dismal prospects, ambitious sleazebags, absentee parents, booze, drugs, leather, cigarettes, sex, and palm trees. And to have a handful of angsty teenage girls at the center of this chaotic playground makes it all the more naughty.

The Runaways oozes in ferocious rebellion and blissful sexuality, the very essence of rock n’ roll, and especially rock n’ roll out of that decade. Canadian artist/director Floria Sigismondi had the right sensibilities for this kind of material, having come from a background in fashion photography and later, directing music videos for bands like The White Stripes, Interpol, and David Bowie. More than just a band’s tale unfolding in a pristine reconstruction of the 1970s, Sigismondi injects periodic “artsy” display like the ebb and flow of an orchestra – the rich reds and blacks at the height of their decadent fame, stop-and-go action during the big performance scene, the dreamy sequences of excess, and the bleached aftermath. Suddenly the abstract of music has texture, and what better way to reveal rock n’ roll than through a band like The Runaways?

The film did draw criticism that it never went far enough, that the chance at contributing to a historical account of a band that made an impact on rock n’ roll was lost, basically synthesizing everything down to Cheri Currie (who wasn’t in the band long, anyways) falling apart, Joan Jett being a lesbian, and Kim Fowley being an asshole. But then again, this movie was drawn from Currie’s memoirs, which may have been as simplistic anyways at least in as much as it focused on the early days of the Runaways.




Track One: Edward Sharpe & His Magnetic Zeros

I’m getting married next month. Girls will take a lot of stock into planning the details of a wedding, but for me, I see the wedding as basically a big party that you invite your family and friends to, so what’s the point of being so exceedingly formal and letting it become too much of a headache? This is an afternoon/evening to enjoy the company of the people you’re with. With that said, I’m pretty much content with just having a say in the playlist and alcohol selection!

Planning the playlist is what I’ve been doing for the past week. The dance songs are easy, but it’s tricky trying to find some flow in the non-dance songs that will be played during the dinner. So far, it’s a mix of traditional (a little Marley, a little Etta, some Chuck Berry, Billie Holiday, Al Green, for example) and the nouveaux (some Santogold, Noisettes, Pomplamoose, Bird and the Bee, Dent May, and more). Maybe I’ll publish the list after the wedding.

My fiancee had requested adding this one: “Home,” by Edward Sharpe & his Magnificent Zeros, and I think it makes the perfect starter song for the reception. Especially if our guests eventually started singing along with the chorus.