denguefeverRecord Store Day. Our good friend Mr. Mo reminded us by leaving a voicemail, “Oh, you must be out galavanting with your gal. Just wanted to remind you that it’s Record Store Day.” Yes the Lovely Carla and I were out galavanting. We were at Joy Yee Noodles enjoying a feast of Chow Funn and Udon noodles.

Afterwards, we decided to hit 2nd Hand Tunes.  Why not? We were due for some new music, and we scored lots of cool discs: Mercury Rev’s “Deserter’s Songs,” – exquisite, Fleetwood Mac’s “Tusk,” – yeah, why not?, Velvet Underground “Live 1969” – killer,  Low’s “Invisible Way,” – hushed, and Dengue Fever’s “Venus on Earth,” East vs. West Kulturkampf

We’ve spent the last few days immersed in cool sounds. Not one clunker. Dengue Fever might be our latest favorite band.  Most of the lyrics are sung in Cambodian. The music is Cambodian Pop meets California surfer cool, cut with a dash of  off-kilter psychedelia. Cool. Really, really, cool. East meets West. Major Chow Funn! – Jammer

patti-smith-snl-easter-1976-100“Gloria.” The Patti Smith version. The one that starts, “Jesus died for somebody’s sins… but not mine…” Powerful. Blasphemous. It was our closing song at last Saturday’s covers show, Sex, Drugs & R&R. The song was always tantalizing, but didn’t completely jell in rehearsals. Three simple chords. Visionary poetry/trashy garage rock. The band had doubts. Could we pull it off? Could we make it fly? Based on the post-show response, it’s fair to say, that the answer is “Yes,” we could make it fly. It all came together. Carla channeled the fiery outlaw poet spirit of Patti, and she rode the raucous energy of the band like a surfer riding a wild-ass wave. It was a peak experience. Satisfying. Exhilarating. No doubt! Rock and roll! – Jammer

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We’re not a Metal or Punk band, but in our never-ending city tour, we have played our share of dives; low-down, rats in the cellar, urinal the size of a terminal, stale beer and urine bars. We’ve also found ourselves in musty galleries, haunted old buildings, echoey, winding hallways. Or on the lakefront; wind whipping, big waves crashing over the rocks trying to steal our thunder. Or in the middle of a cornfield in rural Wisconsin; large, green cornstalks arrayed around us like silent, judging, other-worldly spectators.

It’s been an amazing journey.

Last Monday we played at a pretty classy joint called Uncommon Ground on Devon in Chicago. Excellent food and drinks. Nice, warm room. Lots of wood and brick. A small stage. Good sound. It was a treat for some of the fans who have followed us down other rabbit holes. We had two special guests for this show: Douglas Johnson on Clevinger Bass and Maria Storm on Violin.  It was a very big sound for an intimate room. Douglas is our secret weapon – he is a sonic alchemist; sometimes the sound he conjures is melodic, sometimes it’s spooky & noisy, it’s always something unexpected and cool. And Maria is a classically-trained violinist who brings energy & passion, a joyful fire, to our songs with beautiful and enchanting improvisations. It was our first show with Maria, what a great debut!

We closed our set with “Crow,” a rambling, wild-ride  type of monologue song.  It’s loose, experimental and weird. Carla put her heart and soul into it. It’s haunting and quiet, and loud, and raucous too. It seemed to get the attention of everyone in the room. You could see people putting their cellphones down to watch the song unfold. It was a great ending to a memorable Monday night show. Uncommon for sure! – Jammer

imagesThe super-string theorists tell us that everything is  just vibrating strings. We are all just vibrations, everything is a frequency, a melody in the grand symphony of the universe.  Get your head around that one Pilgrim!  I do love it when sober-headed physicists talk like besotted mystics. If you play music, you know all about vibrations. If you play a stringed instrument, you spend lots of time tuning those strings.  Tuning is a subject that expands and gets more complicated the more you look at it.

That note you’re tuning to is not a particle, it’s a wave and it’s not something you can put in a box. The closer you listen, the more you hear, the less you know. Some notes are pleasing, some notes go well together, some notes are displeasing, and don’t go together. But it all depends. Western music, Eastern music, modern dissonance.  What is music? What is noise? It’s all in the ear and the brain of the hearer!

And what’s pleasing and displeasing may hold for other species too.  We live with two Cockatiels and a Parakeet and Puccini, U2, The Beatles even The Rolling Stones seem to agree with them.  But late John Coltrane, Nine Inch Nails, Metallica, and  The Who, well, not so much.

It seems like tuning should be simple.  But it’s not. There are all kinds of methods to get you to “standard tuning,” but there’s lots of disagreement on how standard, standard really is, and there’s many ideas about how to make your instrument sound pleasing to the ear.  You can tune up, and one chord sounds great, and another sounds off. Or you move up the fret-board and some notes are sharp or flat. If you have perfect pitch, like my friend, Mr. Mo Ukulele Raconteur, well a flat or sharp note, a poorly-tuned instrument, a badly-sung note can drive you to distraction!

So  famous guitar players like James Taylor have come up with their own tuning tricks.  Or Buzz Feiten  has designed a unique system that builds in “off-sets” that provide “tempered tuning,” across the fret-board. Then there is open-tuning (see Keith Richards), or alternate tunings (check out Jimmy Page), or down-tuning (think Jimi Hendrix or Death Metal)

And if you’ve tuned a guitar, you realize that you are trying to catch something not exactly catchable. If you own a strobe-tuner  you can actually visualize how elusive and slippery that note can be.  There is no exact point where you have arrived, there is only a continuum, a frequency, a vibration.  It’s like trying to catch a sunbeam. You can get close. You think you have it in your hand, it’s there, it lights you up, but it’s not yours to hold. There’s a lesson there… – Jammer

Postsrcipt: “The note is eternal.” Pete Townshend, like some of the  romantic poets, was actually ahead of the string-theorists on the mystical nature of the universal vibe. Here’s Pete from his song, “Pure & Easy:”

There once was a note pure and easy
Playing so free like a breathe rippling by
The note is eternal
I hear it, it sees me
Forever we blend as forever we die

I listened and I heard music in a word
And words when you played your guitar
The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering
And a child flew past me riding in a star

Pete Towshend

Bob Dylan - Blonde on Blonde: 1966-127-001-018 Manhattan, New York, USA 1966My mom was the one who turned me onto Bob Dylan. Many years ago. I was just a wee lad. She was the first one to bring a Dylan album home. I was the one who became the life-long Dylan fan.

When I say “Dylan fan,” I primarily mean this Dylan, the mad, visionary, stream of consciousness, poetry-wielding Dylan; the spindly guy with the mercury mouth, spitting out strange, beautiful, extraordinary, lyrical rivers of words at a dizzying rate. The young rock and roller who over-stuffed his songs with lyrics and imagery so vivid and thought-provoking, no one else came close. A snappily-attired little dude in suits, black shades, fuzzy hair, with a stilted and cryptic manner. The Dylan of “Highway 61”“Blonde on Blonde,” , Bringing it All Back Home, and the legendary “Judas” 1966 world tour.

The nearly out of control, walking on a razor’s edge Dylan. The one who looked like he was lost in an amphetamine-fueled dream, running at a jittery, hyper-speed because he was onto something new and strangely uncommon, and he had to get it down on paper, recorded to tape, before it burst into flame, or evaporated.

It is this Dylan, this voice, that I turn to when I hit bottom. It’s this Dylan that inspires me, and makes me laugh. He reminds me that a song can be art, and art can be everything. Alive. No rules, no boundaries. Listen to “Like a Rolling Stone,” “Desolation Row,” “Positively 4th Street,” “Visions of Johanna,” “Sad-Eyed Lady of the Low Lands,” “Mr. Tambourine Man,” “Just Like Tom Thumb Blues,” “Tombstone Blues,” “It Takes a Lot to Laugh, it Takes a Train to Cry,” etc. – thrilling, dazzling.

Like I said, this Dylan makes me laugh; his razor-sharp wit, his sarcasm, his toxic, acid-tongued delivery. His brilliance, his perfect biting sneer. Funny as hell. And his voice is just an extraordinary thing. It’s not beautiful. It’s expressive, powerful, cutting, leaves jagged edges. There are other Dylans I love: The Basement Noise Dylan, The Rolling Thunder Gypsy-Pirate Dylan, The Old Testament Prophet Dylan. But it’s this Dylan that always cuts to the quick. Gets to the essential. Every time. A fucking mad, visionary kick. Head-opening. Soul-deepening. I can listen today, and it’s all there. It is alive, right now. It’s worth it, every time. – Jammer

nick drakeA bleak, cold, day in Chicago. The weather, the gray gloom, makes me think of Nick Drake and his album “Five Leaves Left.” It was released in 1969, but I didn’t “discover” it until much later, sometime in the mid-eighties. It’s an album “out of time,” from another time and place. And it’s a record that seems timeless. Surely a work of art.

Nick was a shy, sensitive soul; a dark, brooding presence, a young man with a delicate, whispery voice, and a unique guitar style that employed odd tunings and phrasings. Nick’s songs are beautiful, fully-formed things. The record is profound, delicate, dark, and mercury-light. Beautiful, haunting.

Nick died young. Adds to the legend. But it’s the record, the sequence of dark, crystalline songs that still moves me. It’s a work that is so alive. All these many years later, on the street; the dirty snow, the dark and bare trees, the landscape of gray, I think of Nick Drake. – Jammer

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There’s nothing sadder than a broken guitar. Pete Townshend smashed guitars, and all that smashing helped propel The Who to stardom; but “auto-destructive art” aside, I think Pete was more inspiring when he played his guitars. There has to be some karma associated with all that violent smashing up!

Anyway, I had a mishap with my old Hohner jumbo-acoustic guitar a couple weeks ago, and ended up with a broken head-stock and a dead guitar. A couple of musician friends told me it was time to let it go, but I just couldn’t contemplate giving up my beat-up, old companion.

It’s not a valuable guitar, not a collectible, it’s a cheap copy of a Guild; but I’ve had it for a long time, and it definitely has it’s own unique personality. It’s big, clunky, loud, brassy and percussive. Fits me to a “t.” Hohner is famous for it’s harmonicas, not guitars, and this one was made in Japan back in the early eighties. That’s when “made in Japan” basically meant “crappy.”

Anyway, took the guitar to a guitar tech and he pronounced it “Dead,” and he suggested it would be best to buy a new guitar. I then took it to a “master guitar-builder,” and he said, “Not so bad.” Now this guitar-builder makes instruments from scratch. There were freshly cut sheets of wood stacked up in his shop waiting to become custom-made instruments.

The guitar-builder put two ebony splines in the neck, across the break, then glued it, and sanded it all down. It’s not quite good as new, there is a visible scar, but the ebony splines are embedded solidly in the neck, and the neck is straight, and the old guitar plays just fine.

I took this old guitar for granted. It wasn’t until I couldn’t play it that I realized how much I loved the thing. It’s a key element in our band’s sound. Glad to have it back. There are more songs to be had from this old Hohner. – Jammer

2013_01_26_GalleryCabaretThe never-ending city tour continues. Our first whitewolfsonicprincess show for 2013 was at the Gallery Cabaret last night. A pretty amazing little club, funky and sort of “bohemian;” which is just about the perfect setting for our band. We were on a bill with Christina Trulio and The Gunnelpumpers. Lots of cool sounds.  It was a great mix of music. We were smack dab in the middle of the bill, book-ended by Christina’s gorgeous “cowboys and brazilian” songs and the Gunnelpumpers over-the-top, improvisational madness. When it was our turn, we played a tight set, my new Seagull acoustic guitar (Love that expert Canandian build quality!) sounded big and full, and our bass player’s new fret-less bass added a smooth shimmer to our songs. We were all inspired by the sound on stage. The Cabaret is a very lively room. When Douglas Johnson joined us on Clevinger bass, it pumped up the adrenaline level a notch or two. Carla’s vocals were soulful and resonant. Rich backed it all up on drums, adding an extra, big-time wallop on that little wooden stage. The crowd was friendly, attentive and very generous with lots of words of praise. Good vibes all around. An excellent start to the new year!  – Jammer

Postscript: The Desiccated Old Blackbird, talking about our show last night: “Jimmy, it was great seeing you without that fucking hat!”

 

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What to say about U2? They are a band that has had it all. Over and over. They still make really, really great music. Carla turned me onto “How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb,” (2004) a year or so after it was released. One of her friends gave her a copy, and told her she’d enjoy it because it’s a “spiritual” album. Turned out I was the one who really got hooked on the record. I play it all the time, year after year.

It’s “soul music;” music that reveals, and feeds, the soul. Bono called it U2’s “rock” record, and it does rock; Edge’s guitars are up-front and dimensional, and Bono does some fine singing. “One Step Closer” gets me every time. But the whole album is inspiring. Love this band. Bono is a live wire, eyes wide open, always questioning. And Edge’s guitar is a force-field of exhilarating energy. The bass/drum foundation laid down by Adam & Larry is just sonic bliss.

This band won’t be on a VH1’s Behind the Music any time soon. These guys are just too well put together.  They are  an amazing band of brothers, dedicated to the good work. It seems they don’t play by any rules but their own. Yes, well, U2, what really can you say? “A heart that hurts is a heart that beats, do you hear the drummer slowing? One step closer to knowing…” – Jammer

Neneh+Cherry++The+ThingIt’s a very cherry thing when you discover new music.  And it’s not often you get to say, “Wow, never heard anything quite like that before.”  That’s Neneh Cherry’s 2012 record “The Cherry Thing.” It starts out as kind of a cool r&b/hip-hop thing and then turns into an intense jazz thing. And then goes back to the melodic r&b thing, and then back to an Ornette Coleman or John Coltrane thing, and then well, it’s both things simultaneously, with Mats Gustafsson blowing monster lines on tenor and baritone sax and Neneh’s slinky, supple voice dancing above and around the storm.  Mats leads this little ensemble called “The Thing” and they are so tight and loose, cool and exuberant. An amazing sound. There are originals and some cool covers of songs from Suicide, Iggy and the Stooges, Don Cherry and Ornette Coleman.  This a record that both Carla and I fell for immediately.  It’s not a record you can just put in a box. It isn’t background music. It demands attention. It’s unique, original, uncompromising.  It’s also melodic, swinging and soulful. It’s a very, very cherry thing! It’s all right! – Jammer