Friends, Strangers and Lurkers,
I have moved ahead with my idea of a Fund Drive for : Sending Seano to SXSW. With desperate dark times comes desperate dark measures... I am scrounging for work right now, grappled by the ebb and flow of this economy like all of you.... but feeling a strange and somewhat selfish need to represent myself at the annual South By Southwest (SXSW) Music Conference in Austin, TX coming up in March.
If you feel so inspired to reach deep down into the crevices of your comfy couch and donate whatever you find there (ABC gum, coins, crumbs, petrified snot, objects that resemble children's toys, trail mix, Crunch Berries, or crisp dollar bills) to me....Please click on the new Pay Pal link over there in the upper right hand column of Circle of Fits and do what you gotta do. I am not looking for charity. But with 400-500 visits a week, most of you love or hate what I'm doing....either way, you lurk/link/love and plain and simple...I need your help right now. I love you all and will offer my shoulder as a space for you to cry/celebrate on from here on out.
You will be able to live vicariously thru me at SXSW 2010 as many of you did via my posts as a performer at SXSW 2009. And I will paint any room, review any show/DVD/CD, or just be a good listener for you in return.
Nuff said. We rock together...even separate, don't we?
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Coachella Line-Up revealed/ Send me to SXSW
I've never been to Coachella. Its a shame. Never been to Bonneroo, Burning Man, Download, Mardi Gras, Outside Lands, All Tomorrows Parties, Pitchfork, Glastonbury, Reading, Roskilde, Rocklahoma, Carnivale, All Points West, Big Day Out, Isle of Wight, Bumbershoot, Sasquatch, Sturgis, Folsom Street Fair, Summerfest, Cannes, The Mummers, the Cannabis Cup, Tunarama in Australia, La Tomatina in Spain, Comic Con, The Running of the Bulls in Pamplona, The Cheese Rolling Festival in Gloucestershire or the annual Gathering of the Juggaloes, either. What a bore I am...trying to pass as some rock afficionado...yet I rarely leave the house...except for when I went to Lollapalooza 6x, SXSW, Woodstock '94 & '99, Siren Music Fest, Austin City Limits 2x, and a couple Rainbow Gatherings in my acid eating days.
But I freaking LIVED in California..I had three chances to shuffle off to Indio and go to Coachella and blew it for really dumb reasons like taking care of a pregnant wife, not having a tent, being overcome by crippling headaches and keeping my appointment for a long overdue exorcism of a pesky Azazel demon. I blew it. I wont be going this year, either...but in the interests of my readers/trollers/lurkers, here is their just released schedule.
By Link: http://coachella.com/event/lineup
Or Poster: Below (which you MUST CLICK ON to expand)
YEAH!
Sly and the Family Stone
Them Crooked Vultures
Thom Yorke
Spoon
Dead Weather
Devo
DJ LANCE ROCK....YO GABBA!
Baroness
the Gossip
PiL!!!
The Avett Bros.
Faith No More
Gary Numan
NAYYYY!
Jay-Z (one of the banes of my existence)
Pavement (one of the worst bands ever)
Vampire Weekend '' ''
Dirty Projectors '' ''
Grizzly Bear '' ''
Hot Chip '' ''
Passion Pit '' ''
Ra Ra Riot '' ''
GorillasZ '' ''
Deerhunter '' ''
She and Him " "
Girls '' ''
Its dead even...positive to negative.........why are Gorillaz a fucking headliner...haven't been relevant in half a decade.
Why not have a Brooklyn Day...just ask almost everyone from my Nayyy list and their opening bands to move to a 4th day, charter a jet from Williamsburg...they can all share the same couple stage laptops, thrift shop guitars tuned to an inexplicable style and feast on catered veggie burgers and "not dogs".
Ugh. Cool. but more ugh than cool.....oh well there's always SXSW a month before.
I should start a "Send Seano to SXSW" drive....cause I really want to go to just one festival and that would be the one.........would anyone donate though? Wouldn't you want my scintillating and uber informative numerous updates from the three/four days I would be there? I could tell you what not to listen to in 2010. Its a win win for me and you.......think about it and let me know
But I freaking LIVED in California..I had three chances to shuffle off to Indio and go to Coachella and blew it for really dumb reasons like taking care of a pregnant wife, not having a tent, being overcome by crippling headaches and keeping my appointment for a long overdue exorcism of a pesky Azazel demon. I blew it. I wont be going this year, either...but in the interests of my readers/trollers/lurkers, here is their just released schedule.
By Link: http://coachella.com/event/lineup
Or Poster: Below (which you MUST CLICK ON to expand)
YEAH!
Sly and the Family Stone
Them Crooked Vultures
Thom Yorke
Spoon
Dead Weather
Devo
DJ LANCE ROCK....YO GABBA!
Baroness
the Gossip
PiL!!!
The Avett Bros.
Faith No More
Gary Numan
NAYYYY!
Jay-Z (one of the banes of my existence)
Pavement (one of the worst bands ever)
Vampire Weekend '' ''
Dirty Projectors '' ''
Grizzly Bear '' ''
Hot Chip '' ''
Passion Pit '' ''
Ra Ra Riot '' ''
GorillasZ '' ''
Deerhunter '' ''
She and Him " "
Girls '' ''
Its dead even...positive to negative.........why are Gorillaz a fucking headliner...haven't been relevant in half a decade.
Why not have a Brooklyn Day...just ask almost everyone from my Nayyy list and their opening bands to move to a 4th day, charter a jet from Williamsburg...they can all share the same couple stage laptops, thrift shop guitars tuned to an inexplicable style and feast on catered veggie burgers and "not dogs".
Ugh. Cool. but more ugh than cool.....oh well there's always SXSW a month before.
I should start a "Send Seano to SXSW" drive....cause I really want to go to just one festival and that would be the one.........would anyone donate though? Wouldn't you want my scintillating and uber informative numerous updates from the three/four days I would be there? I could tell you what not to listen to in 2010. Its a win win for me and you.......think about it and let me know
Friday, January 15, 2010
Links that Dont Stink: Vice and Mojo
Its time for my Friday: Links That Don't Stink posting.(which often is not on Friday)
Ahhh..Yesss.. Vice Magazine...For the entirety of my 6 years in NYC..I lived in the world's most famous hipster enclave, Williamsburg, Brooklyn. In 2000 when I moved there..(.which had nothing to do with being trust funded and bored, calling myself an artist and wanting to start a band that went out of their way to make music that most of the continent would find unlistenable). I just found an apartment with friends of friends who had a yard and I had a dog (RIP, Blarney) and it happened to be there..on Broadway under the JMZ train...I was 2nd wave Williamsburg...it all changed in 2004 after I left...the pretension tripled in size, and the hipsters I saw back then are now running the music industry with their blogs......In the Hipster World circa 2003.....and according to the awesome Hipster Handbook written by Robert Lanham..I was known as a "Bipster"which is defined as "a blue-collar hipster who shuns art-school pretension and has little patience with leisure-class Hipsters. Hell, I wasn't even that cool..I just knew my rock and had an awesome set of tools. I liked thrift stores and PBR, too but that's because I was poor and I drank so much that I had to buy bigger jeans more often. Burp. Rock. Repeat.
But every chance I got, I would pick up my monthly FREE Vice magazine, either at a Brooklyn Industry location or Bedford Ave vestibule.It is written and published by hipsters, yet poking fun at anything and everything culturally relevant...and equally hyping or dissing all types of music and art in an extremely witty, biting and non preachy style, and often including excellent odd and taboo photography from the likes of Terry Richardson and Ryan McGinley. They are still around. But I can't get the mag here in Philly. I like the mag more than the website.. If you are in NY..send me some copies and I'll say really nice things about you for a week or so.
Here is a sample from December(and be sure to read the comments...so fucking funny) An article called How to Ruin Music
http://www.viceland.com/blogs/en/2009/12/11/how-to-ruin-music/
Mojo Magazine is quite simply, the best music magazine on the planet, as I've probably said here before. The best writers bring exhaustive research and an educated opinion to their articles and interviews covering current as well as obscure artists and topics.Every monthly issue will take you a week to read. I feel smarter when I read it and it is a nice change of pace from my usual Teen Beat and Christian Science Monitor. It is UK based..and costs around 10 dollars at any newsstand here in the states. Steep yes, but every issue is like a novel. They have a website which is not nearly as thorough as the magazine, but you can subscribe to the newsletter, to get a quick fix.
Here's a very British take on the worst album covers from 2009
http://www.mojo4music.com/blog/2010/01/best_worst_sleeve_art_of_2009.html
Finally for today, The Fleshmap (for music)
A visual chart on how often certain body parts are mentioned in songs from different genres of music.
Brilliant...and very informative... I would have added Punk, Pop and Crab Core, though.
Here's the link:
http://www.fleshmap.com/listen/music.html
Enjoy your weekend...and always remember...Burp. Rock. Repeat.
Ahhh..Yesss.. Vice Magazine...For the entirety of my 6 years in NYC..I lived in the world's most famous hipster enclave, Williamsburg, Brooklyn. In 2000 when I moved there..(.which had nothing to do with being trust funded and bored, calling myself an artist and wanting to start a band that went out of their way to make music that most of the continent would find unlistenable). I just found an apartment with friends of friends who had a yard and I had a dog (RIP, Blarney) and it happened to be there..on Broadway under the JMZ train...I was 2nd wave Williamsburg...it all changed in 2004 after I left...the pretension tripled in size, and the hipsters I saw back then are now running the music industry with their blogs......In the Hipster World circa 2003.....and according to the awesome Hipster Handbook written by Robert Lanham..I was known as a "Bipster"which is defined as "a blue-collar hipster who shuns art-school pretension and has little patience with leisure-class Hipsters. Hell, I wasn't even that cool..I just knew my rock and had an awesome set of tools. I liked thrift stores and PBR, too but that's because I was poor and I drank so much that I had to buy bigger jeans more often. Burp. Rock. Repeat.
But every chance I got, I would pick up my monthly FREE Vice magazine, either at a Brooklyn Industry location or Bedford Ave vestibule.It is written and published by hipsters, yet poking fun at anything and everything culturally relevant...and equally hyping or dissing all types of music and art in an extremely witty, biting and non preachy style, and often including excellent odd and taboo photography from the likes of Terry Richardson and Ryan McGinley. They are still around. But I can't get the mag here in Philly. I like the mag more than the website.. If you are in NY..send me some copies and I'll say really nice things about you for a week or so.
Here is a sample from December(and be sure to read the comments...so fucking funny) An article called How to Ruin Music
http://www.viceland.com/blogs/en/2009/12/11/how-to-ruin-music/
Mojo Magazine is quite simply, the best music magazine on the planet, as I've probably said here before. The best writers bring exhaustive research and an educated opinion to their articles and interviews covering current as well as obscure artists and topics.Every monthly issue will take you a week to read. I feel smarter when I read it and it is a nice change of pace from my usual Teen Beat and Christian Science Monitor. It is UK based..and costs around 10 dollars at any newsstand here in the states. Steep yes, but every issue is like a novel. They have a website which is not nearly as thorough as the magazine, but you can subscribe to the newsletter, to get a quick fix.
Here's a very British take on the worst album covers from 2009
http://www.mojo4music.com/blog/2010/01/best_worst_sleeve_art_of_2009.html
Finally for today, The Fleshmap (for music)
A visual chart on how often certain body parts are mentioned in songs from different genres of music.
Brilliant...and very informative... I would have added Punk, Pop and Crab Core, though.
Here's the link:
http://www.fleshmap.com/listen/music.html
Enjoy your weekend...and always remember...Burp. Rock. Repeat.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The Origins of "Cookie Monster" Vocals
Downtime allows a hollow mind to wander deeper into the still seas of useless information, picking away at thoughts, ideas and questions that float meaningless like plankton in an aimless school. This unwelcome guest has yours truly deep sea diving into calm oceans of music minutia, peeking into oceanic caves of unwanted bottom fed factoids....
Recently I've been on a very heavy music cruise through somewhat uncharted territory. My fists and teeth remain clenched most of the day to choke out the stress in hopes of safely erupting in release, and even though I have no real stereo system in place( wouldn't work with a 3 1/2 year old and a wife who prefers everything "music" without distortion) I get my kicks and metal licks on in the car and the trusty ipod...and through my metal research which may or may not make me look like a purist or a fogey, I see how time turns a page..The heavy I grew up with (AC/DC, Motorhead, Sabbath, Maiden) remain cornerstones to my interstate steering wheel drum solos..but there is so much out there that makes the sheer volume created by those bands seem like waiting room easy listening, like frat boy/token karaoke choice hard rock...So many genres to explore....and so much time. Grindcore, Death, Speed, Sludge, Progressive, Industrial, Black, Thrash, Drone, Doom and Stoner....and the splintered hybrids that that make grunge and post punk look downright passe, and blissfully hopeful.
There are a few common threads that weave their way into and settle roughly into the blueprint and spirit of the bulk of the genres of metal and their capillaric multitudes....black t-shirts, furrowed brows and "cookie monster vocals".
You might have heard them by accident if you happened to be around a young boy with a cheap walkman, earbuds bleeding, who was rocking a Cattle Decapitation t- shirt and on his way to school with some mysterious bulk in his trenchcoat. You might have wondered how anyone could interpret something that sounded like a muppet getting choked out......and so did I.
I'm a vocalist. I know how hard it is to "find your voice" in a style and key one is comfortable with. It takes years of practice, mimicry..and focus. I know that the rest of you gravitate toward some kind of melody that makes you want to get off of that bar stool and do your best Bad Company white man dance. But there are millions of people out there who couldn't care less about anything that came out of a singers throat that didn't sound like a dog coughing up blood.
I have always been intrigued with the meaning and the message of vocals and lyrics. As a lyricist, I know that it is much harder to tell stories, create characters and soul search as one who writes lyrics, than it is to just sing them. You have to make your words fit with the way you intend to interpret the melody you have created. You have to find melodic ways to accentuate your words, through phrasing and emotion.
With so many genres using a vocal style that sounds like black static, I wondered if so many metal fans even cared about lyrics at all. I needed to find out the origin of the "death growl" as it is properly known as...in order to appreciate it more....Here is what I found:
Death growls are sometimes criticised for their "ugliness". However, death growls are just as much an aesthetic to death metal as an instrument, particularly due to the percussive nature of this kind of singing; its harsh, brutal nature is in keeping with death metal's often dark and disturbing subject matter.
OK..makes sense.. alot of what I heard sounds like Captain Caveman beating his chest at last call..which is very percussive.
Most "correct" growls use either a variation of vocal fry or false vocal chords. Death growls are often referred to as an overtone style of screaming, and while tonally very different, the majority of "good" growling techniques apply the same principles that are witnessed in "clean" vocals. These principles include timing and cues, holding a note (or gurgle) for a certain amount of time without it fraying, and being able to scream rhythmically underneath the growl while alternating between different pitches if necessary. The changes in pitch are more prevalent in the less styles. Some notable examples of vocalists who use alternating pitches in their vocalisation are Mikael Ackerfeldt of Opeth, Mille Petrozza of Kreator, Chuck Billy of Testament, Jason Mendonca of Ackercocke and Chuck Schuldiner of Death.
Apparently, its a science like any other style of singing. Which is head scratchingly cool, I guess. Except..how do you warm up for a show? Bleach instead of salt water? Cold mead instead of warm tea? Is there a growl scale? Do growlers ask a roadie to punch them in the throat right before the lights go down?
The advent of the growl as it is used today coincided roughly with the gradual emergence of death metal, and it is thus difficult to pinpoint a specific individual as the inventor of the technique. Different vocalists likely developed the style over time. The band Death (and its precursor Mantas) with its two vocalists — initially Kam Lee and subsequently Chuck Schuldiner — have been cited as among the first (although Schuldiner would eventually switch to a more high-pitched screeching). Possessed are also considered by some to be one of the earliest bands to employ growls, as are Necrophagia and Master. Around the same time, bands such as Hellhammer, with Tom G. Warrior on vocals, and seminal act Massacre also employed a variation of the growl. The vocalists from the British grindcore band Napalm Death — consecutively Nic Bullen, Lee Dorrian and Mark "Barney" Greenway — further developed the style in the late 1980s, adding more aggression and deeper guttural elements to it, while also speeding up delivery of the lyrics. Another singer who gradually deepened his voice into the growling used today ondeath metal and grindcore was Chris Barnes, original singer of Cannibal Corpse. On the band's video biography, he says that he wanted to sing as high as Rob Halford, but his voice was too low pitched for that. So he started trying to blend it with the other instruments, coming up with a dark and really low guttural voice that became his signature.
This is fascinating! Just as rock has its vocal stars like Plant, Mercury, Daltrey who sing and metal has its stars as well..Dickinson, Halford and King Diamond......who sing really high......death, black, grind has its superstars as well...Schuldiner, Warrior, Dorrian and Barnes who essentially became growlers to become an extension of the low crushing(and sometimes speeding) instrumentation around them.
And that was just the first wave that set sail from the low point of commercial metal in the 80s...separating itself from the pitiful playfulness and the prettiness of Hair Metal and faux glam..with an answer and promise of darkness,death, speed and seriousness. The growler was the absolute antithesis of the ridiculous money grabbing spandex crooner. Chris Barnes was the devious dark lord to Vince Neil's "heavy metal" angel. I get it now!
With some the modern metal bands I'm getting into today..Baroness, Kylesa, High On Fire, Saviours, Coalesce, Mastodon, Black Cobra, Bison B.C., Dethklok,....the grunt can sometimes be raised or lowered to a gutteral scream..like gargling glass...and I can pick out some bits of lyric here and there beneath the magma splattering riffage that may accompany it. Some of the newer heavy bands making my scene have singers and brave attempts at melodic delivery like Early Man, The Sword, Three Inches of Blood, Priestess, Red Fang, Valient Thorr and Naam. Either way,I'm enjoying the built out neck muscles of a man half my age with the sweaty succession of headbanging sessions.(great lyric). Sometimes, even as I've lived as a hard working vocalist/lyricist....that is all that matters........
And that is your useless piece of rock lore to ponder on today. Cheers and beers!
Recently I've been on a very heavy music cruise through somewhat uncharted territory. My fists and teeth remain clenched most of the day to choke out the stress in hopes of safely erupting in release, and even though I have no real stereo system in place( wouldn't work with a 3 1/2 year old and a wife who prefers everything "music" without distortion) I get my kicks and metal licks on in the car and the trusty ipod...and through my metal research which may or may not make me look like a purist or a fogey, I see how time turns a page..The heavy I grew up with (AC/DC, Motorhead, Sabbath, Maiden) remain cornerstones to my interstate steering wheel drum solos..but there is so much out there that makes the sheer volume created by those bands seem like waiting room easy listening, like frat boy/token karaoke choice hard rock...So many genres to explore....and so much time. Grindcore, Death, Speed, Sludge, Progressive, Industrial, Black, Thrash, Drone, Doom and Stoner....and the splintered hybrids that that make grunge and post punk look downright passe, and blissfully hopeful.
There are a few common threads that weave their way into and settle roughly into the blueprint and spirit of the bulk of the genres of metal and their capillaric multitudes....black t-shirts, furrowed brows and "cookie monster vocals".
You might have heard them by accident if you happened to be around a young boy with a cheap walkman, earbuds bleeding, who was rocking a Cattle Decapitation t- shirt and on his way to school with some mysterious bulk in his trenchcoat. You might have wondered how anyone could interpret something that sounded like a muppet getting choked out......and so did I.
I'm a vocalist. I know how hard it is to "find your voice" in a style and key one is comfortable with. It takes years of practice, mimicry..and focus. I know that the rest of you gravitate toward some kind of melody that makes you want to get off of that bar stool and do your best Bad Company white man dance. But there are millions of people out there who couldn't care less about anything that came out of a singers throat that didn't sound like a dog coughing up blood.
I have always been intrigued with the meaning and the message of vocals and lyrics. As a lyricist, I know that it is much harder to tell stories, create characters and soul search as one who writes lyrics, than it is to just sing them. You have to make your words fit with the way you intend to interpret the melody you have created. You have to find melodic ways to accentuate your words, through phrasing and emotion.
With so many genres using a vocal style that sounds like black static, I wondered if so many metal fans even cared about lyrics at all. I needed to find out the origin of the "death growl" as it is properly known as...in order to appreciate it more....Here is what I found:
Death growls are sometimes criticised for their "ugliness". However, death growls are just as much an aesthetic to death metal as an instrument, particularly due to the percussive nature of this kind of singing; its harsh, brutal nature is in keeping with death metal's often dark and disturbing subject matter.
OK..makes sense.. alot of what I heard sounds like Captain Caveman beating his chest at last call..which is very percussive.
Most "correct" growls use either a variation of vocal fry or false vocal chords. Death growls are often referred to as an overtone style of screaming, and while tonally very different, the majority of "good" growling techniques apply the same principles that are witnessed in "clean" vocals. These principles include timing and cues, holding a note (or gurgle) for a certain amount of time without it fraying, and being able to scream rhythmically underneath the growl while alternating between different pitches if necessary. The changes in pitch are more prevalent in the less styles. Some notable examples of vocalists who use alternating pitches in their vocalisation are Mikael Ackerfeldt of Opeth, Mille Petrozza of Kreator, Chuck Billy of Testament, Jason Mendonca of Ackercocke and Chuck Schuldiner of Death.
Apparently, its a science like any other style of singing. Which is head scratchingly cool, I guess. Except..how do you warm up for a show? Bleach instead of salt water? Cold mead instead of warm tea? Is there a growl scale? Do growlers ask a roadie to punch them in the throat right before the lights go down?
The advent of the growl as it is used today coincided roughly with the gradual emergence of death metal, and it is thus difficult to pinpoint a specific individual as the inventor of the technique. Different vocalists likely developed the style over time. The band Death (and its precursor Mantas) with its two vocalists — initially Kam Lee and subsequently Chuck Schuldiner — have been cited as among the first (although Schuldiner would eventually switch to a more high-pitched screeching). Possessed are also considered by some to be one of the earliest bands to employ growls, as are Necrophagia and Master. Around the same time, bands such as Hellhammer, with Tom G. Warrior on vocals, and seminal act Massacre also employed a variation of the growl. The vocalists from the British grindcore band Napalm Death — consecutively Nic Bullen, Lee Dorrian and Mark "Barney" Greenway — further developed the style in the late 1980s, adding more aggression and deeper guttural elements to it, while also speeding up delivery of the lyrics. Another singer who gradually deepened his voice into the growling used today ondeath metal and grindcore was Chris Barnes, original singer of Cannibal Corpse. On the band's video biography, he says that he wanted to sing as high as Rob Halford, but his voice was too low pitched for that. So he started trying to blend it with the other instruments, coming up with a dark and really low guttural voice that became his signature.
This is fascinating! Just as rock has its vocal stars like Plant, Mercury, Daltrey who sing and metal has its stars as well..Dickinson, Halford and King Diamond......who sing really high......death, black, grind has its superstars as well...Schuldiner, Warrior, Dorrian and Barnes who essentially became growlers to become an extension of the low crushing(and sometimes speeding) instrumentation around them.
And that was just the first wave that set sail from the low point of commercial metal in the 80s...separating itself from the pitiful playfulness and the prettiness of Hair Metal and faux glam..with an answer and promise of darkness,death, speed and seriousness. The growler was the absolute antithesis of the ridiculous money grabbing spandex crooner. Chris Barnes was the devious dark lord to Vince Neil's "heavy metal" angel. I get it now!
With some the modern metal bands I'm getting into today..Baroness, Kylesa, High On Fire, Saviours, Coalesce, Mastodon, Black Cobra, Bison B.C., Dethklok,....the grunt can sometimes be raised or lowered to a gutteral scream..like gargling glass...and I can pick out some bits of lyric here and there beneath the magma splattering riffage that may accompany it. Some of the newer heavy bands making my scene have singers and brave attempts at melodic delivery like Early Man, The Sword, Three Inches of Blood, Priestess, Red Fang, Valient Thorr and Naam. Either way,I'm enjoying the built out neck muscles of a man half my age with the sweaty succession of headbanging sessions.(great lyric). Sometimes, even as I've lived as a hard working vocalist/lyricist....that is all that matters........
And that is your useless piece of rock lore to ponder on today. Cheers and beers!
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Again, We Will Drink From the Lovin'Cup
From the fine people at Glorious Noise comes news that the legendary Rolling Stones album Exile On Main Street, will be completely reissued in May of this year.
With no plans to tour, (thank God, give Charlie a break..he's 68..his wrists are so brittle they could break during that short roll at the beginning of "Hang Fire"....and Ronny Rehab needs to work on his uppercut, Keef has coconuts to find and Mick has money to dole out to ex- wives and children)...
"The Stones reportedly plan to release a reissue of the 1972 album "Exile On Main Street" in May. The reissue is expected to contain a number of unreleased songs including "Plunder My Soul," "Following The River" and "Sophia Loren."
Man, this is great news. EOMS is by far the best Stones album, put out smack dab(pun intended) in the middle of their great 6 album run in 1972. It is almost cliche to say how "classic" this album is at this point, but it seems critics and many fans agree..Exile was the pinnacle ...a gritty blend of smoky basement rock,blues,gospel and soul bringing up roots and shining through the darkness that hovered over the sessions. Patched together at first from outtakes and ideas dating as far back as 1968, recording started in a rented mansion in Nellcote, France where the Glimmer twins and Co. had escaped to from Britain to avoid being taxed to death. The sessions started rough, with Mick's attendance being spotty and because of the very new and unpleasant distractions of Keith's heroin abuse and a bevvy of hangers- on(including Gram Parsons). Overdubs and vocals were added to many songs when the Stones reconvened in LA, where Mick finally showed up and steered the ship right. Here is a brief feel for the sessions in both locations(provided by Wikipedia).....
Nellcote
Recording began in earnest sometime near the middle of June. Bassist Bill Wyman recalls the band working all night, every night, from eight in the evening until three the following morning for the rest of the month. Wyman said of the times, "...not everyone turned up every night. This was, for me, one of the major frustrations of this whole period. For our previous two albums we had worked well and listened to producer Jimmy Miller. At Nellcote, things were very different and it took me a while to understand why..." By this time Richards had begun a daily habit of using heroin. Thousands of dollars of heroin flowed through the mansion each week in addition to a contingent of visitors that included the likes of William S. Burroughs, Terry Southern,Gram Parsons, and Marshall Chess (who was running the Stones' new label). Parsons was asked to leave Nellcôte in early July 1971, the result of both his obnoxious behaviour and an attempt by Richards to clean the house of drug users as the result of pressure from the French police.
Richards' steadily-growing addiction began to inhibit him from attending the sessions ongoing in his basement, while Mick Jagger and Bill Wyman were often unable to attend sessions for other reasons. This often left the band in the position of having to record in altered forms without every member present. A notable instance was the recording of one of Richards' most famous songs, "Happy". Recorded in the basement, Richards said in 1982, "'Happy' was something I did because I was for one time EARLY for a session. There was Bobby Keys and Jimmy Miller... We had nothing to do and had suddenly picked up the guitar and played this riff. So we cut it and it's the record, it's the same. We cut the original track with a baritone sax, a guitar and Jimmy Miller on drums. And the rest of it is built up over that track. It was just an afternoon jam that everybody said, 'Wow, yeah, work on it'".
The basic band for the Nellcôte sessions is believed to have consisted of Richards, Bobby Keys, Mick Taylor, Charlie Watts, Miller (a skilled drummer in his own right who covered for an absentee Watts on the aforementioned "Happy" and "Shine a Light"), and Jagger when he was available. Wyman did not like the ambience of the Richards' villa and sat out many of the French sessions. As Wyman appeared on only eight songs of the released album, the other bass parts were played by Taylor, Richards, and, on four tracks, upright bassist Bill Plummer. Wyman noted in his memoir Stone Alone that there was a clear dichotomy between the band members who freely indulged in drugs (Richards, Miller, Keys, Taylor, engineer Andy Johns and those of whom abstained to varying degrees (Wyman, Watts, and Jagger)
Los Angeles(Sunset Sound Recorders Studios)
Additional basic tracks (most probably only "Rip this Joint", "Shake Your Hips", "Casino Boogie", "Happy", "Rocks Off", "Turd on the Run", and "Ventilator Blues") were begun in the basement of Nellcôte and taken to Sunset Sound Recorders in LA where numerous overdubs (all piano and keyboard parts, all lead and backing vocals, all guitar and bass overdubs) were added during sessions that meandered from December 1971 until May 1972. Some tracks (such as "Torn and Frayed" and "Loving Cup") were freshly recorded in Los Angeles. Although Jagger (who had recently wed Bianca) was frequently missing from Nellcôte, he immediately took charge during the second stage of recording in Los Angeles, arranging for keyboardistsBilly Preston and Dr. John and the cream of the city's session backup vocalists to record layers of overdubs.The final gospel-inflected arrangements of "Tumbling Dice", "Loving Cup", "Let It Loose" and "Shine a Light" were inspired by Jagger and Preston's visit to a local evangelical church.
The elongated recording sessions and differing methodologies on the part of Jagger and Richards reflected the growing disparity in their personal lives During the making of the album, Jagger had married, which was followed by the birth of their only child, Jade, in October 1971. Richards was firmly ensconced with partner Anita Pallenberg, yet both were in the throes of heroin addiction which Richards would not overcome until the turn of the decade. Even though the album is often described as being Richards' finest moment, as Exile is often thought to reflect his vision for a raw, rootsy rock sound, Jagger was already expressing his boredom with rock and roll in several interviews at the time of the album's release.With Richards largely beholden to heroin, the group's subsequent 1970s releases—directed largely by Jagger—would experiment in varying degrees with other musical genres, moving away from the thoroughly roots-based sound of Exile On Main Street.
Nuff Said. I'm going to camp out in my basement with some French bread and cigarrettes(smoke machine) strum an acoustic while sleep deprived(feigning being nodded out), mumbling incoherently to a fake Anita or Mick while listening to Mahalia Jackson, the Memphis Horns, and Leadbelly to set the mood until May.
With no plans to tour, (thank God, give Charlie a break..he's 68..his wrists are so brittle they could break during that short roll at the beginning of "Hang Fire"....and Ronny Rehab needs to work on his uppercut, Keef has coconuts to find and Mick has money to dole out to ex- wives and children)...
"The Stones reportedly plan to release a reissue of the 1972 album "Exile On Main Street" in May. The reissue is expected to contain a number of unreleased songs including "Plunder My Soul," "Following The River" and "Sophia Loren."
Man, this is great news. EOMS is by far the best Stones album, put out smack dab(pun intended) in the middle of their great 6 album run in 1972. It is almost cliche to say how "classic" this album is at this point, but it seems critics and many fans agree..Exile was the pinnacle ...a gritty blend of smoky basement rock,blues,gospel and soul bringing up roots and shining through the darkness that hovered over the sessions. Patched together at first from outtakes and ideas dating as far back as 1968, recording started in a rented mansion in Nellcote, France where the Glimmer twins and Co. had escaped to from Britain to avoid being taxed to death. The sessions started rough, with Mick's attendance being spotty and because of the very new and unpleasant distractions of Keith's heroin abuse and a bevvy of hangers- on(including Gram Parsons). Overdubs and vocals were added to many songs when the Stones reconvened in LA, where Mick finally showed up and steered the ship right. Here is a brief feel for the sessions in both locations(provided by Wikipedia).....
Nellcote
Recording began in earnest sometime near the middle of June. Bassist Bill Wyman recalls the band working all night, every night, from eight in the evening until three the following morning for the rest of the month. Wyman said of the times, "...not everyone turned up every night. This was, for me, one of the major frustrations of this whole period. For our previous two albums we had worked well and listened to producer Jimmy Miller. At Nellcote, things were very different and it took me a while to understand why..." By this time Richards had begun a daily habit of using heroin. Thousands of dollars of heroin flowed through the mansion each week in addition to a contingent of visitors that included the likes of William S. Burroughs, Terry Southern,Gram Parsons, and Marshall Chess (who was running the Stones' new label). Parsons was asked to leave Nellcôte in early July 1971, the result of both his obnoxious behaviour and an attempt by Richards to clean the house of drug users as the result of pressure from the French police.
Richards' steadily-growing addiction began to inhibit him from attending the sessions ongoing in his basement, while Mick Jagger and Bill Wyman were often unable to attend sessions for other reasons. This often left the band in the position of having to record in altered forms without every member present. A notable instance was the recording of one of Richards' most famous songs, "Happy". Recorded in the basement, Richards said in 1982, "'Happy' was something I did because I was for one time EARLY for a session. There was Bobby Keys and Jimmy Miller... We had nothing to do and had suddenly picked up the guitar and played this riff. So we cut it and it's the record, it's the same. We cut the original track with a baritone sax, a guitar and Jimmy Miller on drums. And the rest of it is built up over that track. It was just an afternoon jam that everybody said, 'Wow, yeah, work on it'".
The basic band for the Nellcôte sessions is believed to have consisted of Richards, Bobby Keys, Mick Taylor, Charlie Watts, Miller (a skilled drummer in his own right who covered for an absentee Watts on the aforementioned "Happy" and "Shine a Light"), and Jagger when he was available. Wyman did not like the ambience of the Richards' villa and sat out many of the French sessions. As Wyman appeared on only eight songs of the released album, the other bass parts were played by Taylor, Richards, and, on four tracks, upright bassist Bill Plummer. Wyman noted in his memoir Stone Alone that there was a clear dichotomy between the band members who freely indulged in drugs (Richards, Miller, Keys, Taylor, engineer Andy Johns and those of whom abstained to varying degrees (Wyman, Watts, and Jagger)
Los Angeles(Sunset Sound Recorders Studios)
Additional basic tracks (most probably only "Rip this Joint", "Shake Your Hips", "Casino Boogie", "Happy", "Rocks Off", "Turd on the Run", and "Ventilator Blues") were begun in the basement of Nellcôte and taken to Sunset Sound Recorders in LA where numerous overdubs (all piano and keyboard parts, all lead and backing vocals, all guitar and bass overdubs) were added during sessions that meandered from December 1971 until May 1972. Some tracks (such as "Torn and Frayed" and "Loving Cup") were freshly recorded in Los Angeles. Although Jagger (who had recently wed Bianca) was frequently missing from Nellcôte, he immediately took charge during the second stage of recording in Los Angeles, arranging for keyboardistsBilly Preston and Dr. John and the cream of the city's session backup vocalists to record layers of overdubs.The final gospel-inflected arrangements of "Tumbling Dice", "Loving Cup", "Let It Loose" and "Shine a Light" were inspired by Jagger and Preston's visit to a local evangelical church.
The elongated recording sessions and differing methodologies on the part of Jagger and Richards reflected the growing disparity in their personal lives During the making of the album, Jagger had married, which was followed by the birth of their only child, Jade, in October 1971. Richards was firmly ensconced with partner Anita Pallenberg, yet both were in the throes of heroin addiction which Richards would not overcome until the turn of the decade. Even though the album is often described as being Richards' finest moment, as Exile is often thought to reflect his vision for a raw, rootsy rock sound, Jagger was already expressing his boredom with rock and roll in several interviews at the time of the album's release.With Richards largely beholden to heroin, the group's subsequent 1970s releases—directed largely by Jagger—would experiment in varying degrees with other musical genres, moving away from the thoroughly roots-based sound of Exile On Main Street.
Nuff Said. I'm going to camp out in my basement with some French bread and cigarrettes(smoke machine) strum an acoustic while sleep deprived(feigning being nodded out), mumbling incoherently to a fake Anita or Mick while listening to Mahalia Jackson, the Memphis Horns, and Leadbelly to set the mood until May.
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