Showing posts with label 1969. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1969. Show all posts

Towards Paradise: Amon Duul i, ii, or 3?

Reading David Stubb’s Future Days: Krautrock and the Building of Modern Germany (2017). He’s a British music journalist that goes back to the 1980s; Melody Maker, good buddy of music writer Simon Reynolds. I read Stubb's electronics book, Mars by 1980 (2018), a few years back and learned a lot from it. 

Especially appreciated the pre-1980 stuff, a history of electronic music in the 20th century. Stockhausen, etc. I knew virtually nothing outside the pop/rock electronic music that I heard on the radio in the 1970s; Kraftwerk and Moroder/Donna Summer, basically. I didn’t always entirely agree with Stubbs on the later stuff I already knew, Aphex Twin, ambient EDM, but I learned so much about the early history of electronic music in the 20th century from his book that I thought it was time to get his take on Krautrock. Or what the Germans originally called Kosmiche Musik, or "Cosmic Music," a German musical style of psychedelia, or progressive rock, that thrived for about a decade beginning in 1968. 

I'm a late-adopter to Krautrock, let it be known, and so in that sense my new found interest I must confess is at least in part an extension of my advancing geezerdom. I knew a little bit, the aforementioned ‘70s pop stuff, and I owned a few cherished Can, Faust, and Neu albums, but never started listening to a lot of Krautrock before this century. Reflecting on that now, like several other semi-recent music listening enthusiasms (minimalism, spiritual jazz, and various ambient and EDM sounds), an undoubtably big draw for me with Krautrock is that it is predominantly instrumental music. I used to listen to a lot of pop or rock music, with their wordy lead singers, singer-songwriter music, while reading magazines or whatever, but anymore my preferred music programming when I’m reading is predominantly instrumental music. Words, English words (languages I don’t understand aren’t a problem; love French rap in the background, for instance), but I find English words too distracting. But I really enjoy listening to a lot of Krautrock while I'm reading.  

Amon Duul aren't in heavy rotation in my reading listening sessions, however. Too many vocals; not enough droney Motorik tempos. But they are undeniably giants of the genre and their first album, Phallus Dei (1969), 'Erection God,' basically, and their song, "Archangels Thunderbird," hold firm positions, ahem, in my growing Krautrock pantheon. 

At any rate, the first chapter in Future Days is devoted to Amon Duul. Amon refers to the “sun” god in ancient Egypt and Duul is either a nonsense word or a derivation of a Turkish word that means “moon.” An early theme in the book is that Krautrock is a cultural outgrowth of 1968 political protests in Germany, so why not start with the Krautrock band most associated with the counter-cultural hippie communes in this period? As the story goes Amon Duul were members of a commune in Berlin in the late ‘60s (with little to no contact with the Red Army Faction or any other violent terrorist groups often associated with those communes, I'll hasten to add). A large, revolving, group of members of the commune, hippies, derided by most everybody outside their commune, get together and do these psychedelically charged drum circles and improv musical jams. Very DIY and very loose and unorganized. Amon Duul ii were a small group of the better musicians in the original AD commune who felt held back by the drum circle ethos and wanted to do something more ambitious. Make high-octane psychedelic riff-rock jams into hit records or at least this was the plan anyway. The rule of thumb I learned was that Amon Duul ii were good, sometimes great, and the original AD were always bad, and in my early samplings of the two this rule seemed to moreorless hold true. And this take is also moreorless reinforced here by Stubbs. 

But I’ve learned semi-recently that Julian Cope, singer in post-punk band Teardrop Explodes, and gonzo Krautrock expert in his own right, swears by this third original Amon Duul album called Paradieswarts Duul (1970), or ‘towards paradise’ Duul. I was hoping Stubbs might weigh in on this heretofore unknown to me original AD album but not a word. 

Pardieswarts scales down the commune drum circle of the first couple of AD albums to seven musicians, including two couples, and adds back on AD ii guitarist John Weinzierl and percussionist Chris “Shrat” Thiele. 

Krautrock toggles between an art rock formalism (minimalism, electronics) and a pastoral psychedelic ideal (ambient serenity, musique concrete). Think of Can or Faust holing up in some rural makeshift DIY studio outpost, incorporating the ambient pastoral sounds and/or tempos of nature into their electronic experimentation and cut-ups. Think of Popol Vuh’s spooky pastoralism or the spacious serenity of the album Eno makes with Cluster shacked up together somewhere in rural Germany. If I were to hazard a guess as to why Stubbs overlooks Paradieswarts I’d guess it is because it is a hippie folkie pastoral with very little artistic pretensions. No electronics. Stubbs exults about AD ii’s very Stockhausen, 18-minute-long  “The Marilyn Monroe Memorial Church,” the third side of their 1971 double-album Tanz der Lemminge (English: Dance of the Lemmings). Not much Stockhausen in Pardieswarts. It is a very traditional sounding album, actually. Stubbs might just find Paradieswarts musically conservative and a little too hippy-dippy sloppy. The vocals are definitely a weakness but even they have grown on me with repeated plays. 

Anyway, Paradieswarts is definitely on the acoustic and traditional instruments side of the Krautrock spectrum; no tape-splicing, just roll the tape and some jamming hippies trying to come together right now. Or right then. Exquisite filigrees of guitars, piano, flute, harp, and bongos, slow building, noodling, interweaving individual players and a rough chorus of singers into these beautiful sad crests of communal hippy love. Works for me, and right at home with pastoral psychedelic greats like early Pink Floyd or Neil Young.  

Brian Eno's Ambient Music in Early Electric Miles Davis

I could be mixing it up with something else but I'm fever dreaming Brian Eno had to be listening to this Miles Davis recording of a David Crosby song, "Guinnever," when Eno collaborated with Jon Hassell to make his much beloved by me (and, yes, his hilariously pretentiously titled), Fourth World, Vol.1: Possible Musics (1980) and his solo album On Land (1982), both abstract portraits of "possible" geographic spaces.  

Apparently, when Crosby first heard Mile's version of his song he was so disapproving Davis kicked him out of his studio. Crosby's beautiful melancholy folk pastoral, "Guinnevere," is stretched truly beyond recognition, and to nearly a half an hour of music in the version I share below. It's like the barest pulse of a melodic bass line from the original, everything stretched out as if surveying strange mysterious landscapes, not unlike Eno's later ambient albums. This barest ambient impression of a melodic bassline in "Guinnevere," which Xgau says actually was already coming from Mile's Sketches of Spain classic, functions as ambient launchpad into percolating tempos of the thick steamy tropics, fluttering in and out of exotic slow-building bird mating rituals, Arabian sandstorms and lunar space landing keyboards, ghostly horn fantasias, epic ambient tableaus of jazzy space rock soundtrack music. 

Miles recorded "Guinnevere" in 1970, with a lot of his fusion regulars of the day, Wayne Shorter, Airto, John McLaughlin, Chick Corea, Bennie Maupin; a long list of musicians contributed to the recording. The album with a seven minute version came out in 1979, on Circle in the Round, just in time for Eno, always in the mix in those days, working with Jon Hassell, experimental trumpet player (actually, to my crude ears he sounds more than a little like a spacey foghorn tape-manipulated version of Miles), and composer (Vol. 2 of the Fourth World series on his own is equally stirring; and he has other very good ambient albums as well). And then Eno's On Land in '82; again, sonically sketching geographic terrain like Mile's "Guinnevere." There it is several of Eno's key ambient moves in early electric Miles. 

By ambient, big word now, I mean in the OG sense: unimposing and slow developing soundscapes that work well as background music. They fill the space without overwhelming the space; you can ignore the music if you want but if you do pay attention to it you can sometimes find ambient music mesmerizing and in moments physically and/or emotionally stimulating. Eno's original definition of ambient music, basically. 

I know there's all kinds of other shades of ambient music now but I'm going back to Eno's '70s originals, and even before that, the proto-ambient music source, early electric Miles Davis, 1970 to 1974, outtakes from his Bitches Brew, Jack Johnson, On the Corner sessions, stretched out, sprung like Stockhausen ambient jazz landscapes, exotic soundscapes, beautiful black and blue soundtracks like "Guinnevere."

Like a space age Black Power music; Miles electric '70s peers with some of Sun Ra or Coltrane's most out there free spiritual jazz. But Miles is strictly secular, his spirituality rooted in the blues. His electric music an Afro-futurist meditation on the blues in 1970s that sounds cold, fierce, and visually other-worldly. Miles on another high modernist musical tip, like music writer Greg Tate was always writing about him. 

I still don't know how much this is Miles and how much producer Teo Macero, a topic of some controversy apparently. This half hour long suite was left off the studio release of Bitches Brew (1970) and appears first on the 1998 release of The Complete Bitches Brew sessions. In the same vein try "Calypso Frelimo" off Get Up with It (1974). Space rock funk at another early ambient peak for Miles.

Miles was a mother in these years; a jazzy space rock exorcist unable to escape his demons. Churning out beautifully dark and visionary music.  

Here's the Crosby, Stills, & Nash original, 1969, all melancholy pastoral acoustica, beautifully forlorn harmonies, "she/Ma'lady/we shall all be free," or for the purposes of enjoying the song anyway. Works for me but how Miles got from this CSN song to his electric voodoo Miles in outer space version I do not know but at any rate what a near miraculous act of musical creativity. Crosby warmed to it years later. 

I know electric Miles is way too slow and freaky austere for casual CSN pop music fans; think "Almost Cut My Hair" stretched and slowed down to three times its original length. But if you're into jazz or ambient or exotic longform background music early electric Miles and Eno should not be missed. Sonic safari music that goes well with reading. And strong coffee. Recommended. 

If it took CSN for you to read this far I don't have any problem with that. 

Sex, Lies, and Grumpworld Are Haters

For his part, Trump says his wandering speech is deliberate. He calls it “the weave.” I’ll talk about, like, nine different things, and they all come back brilliantly together, and it’s like, and friends of mine that are, like, English professors, they say, ‘It's the most brilliant thing I've ever seen.’”

Back when I was doing social media and Grump was launching his meteoric career as a statesman I remember this poster who made it her mission to document Trump's every lie. Before the end of 2017 it was apparent that this would be a daunting task. And by the end of his four years WaPo counted his lie totals at over 30,000 lies. I always figured it would be much easier to count the things he says that are actually more or less true, so another whopper comes as no surprise (part of the reason the media still don't know how to deal with him) but as I've said many a time should we survive the nightmare of the Trump Era the comic gold in this guy's lying mendacity is seemingly bottomless. 

It's like that classic line from George on Seinfeld, "Remember, Jerry, it's not a lie if you believe it." Only here it's not a lie if Trumpworld believes it and if Trumpworld believes it the major media will platform it because to do otherwise would be liberal bias and unfair partisanship, and they all know such critical commentary is frowned upon by their Donor Class publishers. 

And so, alas, here we are. But you have to laugh too. No English professor ever said that. It's like his boast that he's the best thing to ever happen to Black people since Lincoln. Bigots love this stuff. He's storming the Overton window; fighting back against the 'woke mob.' And his chutzpah is so upside-down stupid that you have to chuckle at the audacity of his narcissism. 

That announcement [Trump pandering and flipflopping over abortion rights] has given wings to the Democrats’ messaging about Republicans’ determination to end abortion rights.

The Dems messaging needs a boost on this issue?! For crying out loud, with the Dobb's decision Trump's packed court ended women's reproductive rights. And if that wasn't bad enough his monumental assault on women's rights has unleashed vindictive laws at the state level that persecute and endanger pregnant women. The Dems don't need "wings" on this issue, they need the fucking media to do their jobs and lay out the stakes for women in the election. That's all. 

"The Harris campaign said: “Let’s be clear: Donald Trump is the reason Louisiana women who are suffering from miscarriages or bleeding out after birth can no longer receive the critical care they would have received before Trump overturned Roe. Because of Trump, doctors are scrambling to find solutions to save their patients and are left at the whims of politicians who think they know better. Trump is proud of what he’s done. He brags about it. And if he wins, he will threaten to bring the crisis he created for Louisiana women to all 50 states.”

Boom! What she said. 

Keynes warned us, I will remind you again. Let the capitalists run amok, unfettered, laissez-faire, and they will chisel and lowball workers and labor until their predatory behavior provokes social unrest and reaction. And that reaction is rarely radical leftism, as elite panic fantasizes. Or even workers recognizing Bernie or Warren or AOC as champions, as they should. But those without much education are more likely to line up behind some demagog telling them Jews or immigrants or gays or communists or liberals are threatening their jobs and communities, and urges people to act violently against political enemies and forces for reform.

In short, corporate economic austerity eventually generates bigot pogroms, it should be recognized as a historical rule at this point. Or until the people tire of the conflict and division and support living wages and a fair tax structure on the rich. What corporate rule precisely resists most (or maybe also throw in there getting out of paying for the costs they externalize onto the environment), as should be obvious to all. 

HCR is super good at finding evidence that we are getting there, turning the corner towards progressive populist reforms, but we are not there yet. Vote Blue No Matter, up and down the ballot!!!

Letters from an American Historian

And Yay Isaac Hayes Jr.'s estate for filing a copyright infringement against Trump's use of his music. And, by the way, Hot Buttered Soul, 1969, is a stone cold psychedelic soul classic. If you don't know, check it out, and if you do, enjoy. Can't get enough of it right now: 


And the White Stripes are also stepping up as well. Jack White wrote on Instagram: “Don’t even think about using my music you fascists. Law suit coming from my lawyers about this (to add to your 5 thousand others).” The music machine sues fascists!

We await Taylor's public endorsement of Kamala. Make it big, please. 

"Mad bull lost your way"


 
Sometimes classic rock sounds stale to me. Like an overly familiar caricature. I'm certain I've heard "Gimme Shelter" that way. The guitar a stadium rock cliche. Did Mary Clayton get paid for this because she goes beyond the call of duty. The song's haunting power is hers. "War, children, it's just a shot away. Rape, murder, it's just a shot away." The Maysles brothers and Charlotte Zwerwin documentary can kind of overwhelm the song with its own tragic stupid absurdist ending to the 1960s: Hells Angel kills Black college student at a Stones' concert at The Altamont Speedway Free Festival in 1969. At this point, "Gimme Shelter" is a pulpy epic and a tired old war horse.

But then you hear the song again, in a moment like this one. Someone shooting at Trump, his heroic survivor image, fist in the air, and all the violence he has wrought since 2016 flash before the eyes: separating immigrant families, opposing Covid mitigation measures, his assault on the last election Jan 6, 2021, viral death threats against judges, public officials, election workers, extremist bigot hate crimes in Pittsburgh and El Paso and Buffalo, a stunning scale of political violence rarely seen before.  

"War, children, it's just a shot away." And the dust hasn't settled from more violence, perpetrated by a military weapon Biden has tried to ban, and leading republicans are blaming Dems for the violence; specifically, for warning that Trump is a threat to the rule of law, national security, and democracy. (He is.) Such finger-pointing will only provoke more partisan violence, almost all of which to date in fact has come from Trump's fascist minions. Just last week a MAGA republican candidate for governor in North Carolina was preaching that "some people need killing." 

Or like Biden and the Dems we can condemn all political violence and and insist that all political violence or threats of political violence be stopped and prosecuted. All political violence. 

A vote for Trump this fall remains a vote for more political violence. A vote for Biden, or whatever Dem candidate they come up with, is a vote for less political violence and more peace. "Oh, a storm is threatening," "gimme shelter." "I tell you love, sister. It's just a kiss away." 

Trump is the accelerant of political violence, Vox

Trump is inciting violence as another election approaches, Mother Jones

ABC News finds 54 cases invoking Trump with violence while potus

The Velvet Underground Were Punk Rock Artists

Just watched Todd Haynes' documentary The Velvet Underground (2021). As hagiography it's very satisfying, so if you're a fan at all and haven't seen it yet you'll want to. Andy Warhol's 1960s pop art Exploding Plastic Inevitable in all its infamous demimonde glory. The origins of heroin chic and the greatest drug song in rock & roll history. The misty story of Moe Tucker's vocal on "After Hours." John Cale explains the early allure of the Velvets' sound as a combination of R&B and Wagner. Jonathan Richman, maybe their biggest fan, gushes with mysterious awe about various strange essences in the Velvet's music. And the doc is packed with images, found film footage, that many will have never seen before. 

Haynes' does have his own take, though. And I find it persuasive but not entirely convincing. 

In his story the Velvets were a Warhol art project, part of his Exploding Plastic Inevitable. Andy brought all the improbable parts together, Cale, Lou, and Nico. Set them up with his avant-garde pop art light show and took them on their first tour of the West Coast. Under Warhol's creative curation they produced a singular masterpiece, The Velvet Underground & Nico (1967). And then a proto-punk rock reaction to the Flower Power and hostility they encountered on their West Coast tour, White Light/White Heat (1968). 

Bill Graham, the big West Coast producer, hated The Velvet Underground, the doc shares. Tucker attributes this to Andy's superior light show. And clad in black the Velvets couldn't relate much to the colorful sunshine hippies of the West Coast. In this way, White Light/White Heat presages the Sex Pistols crash and burn spectacle in sonic dissolution and mayhem; making a noise fetish into an art move. It doesn't have the "songs" of their other albums but could be their most influential album sound-wise. 

But then that was it, the highly flammable ingredients of  The Velvet Undergound explode apart. Or, actually, Nico drifts away. And, basically, Lou drives everyone else away. He breaks with Andy. And shortly thereafter he gives the rest of the band an ultimatum as to whether Cale or he stays. Cale leaves and so the story of the original Velvet Underground is more or less over, in Haynes' account. 

The third album, The Velvet Underground (1969), the soft one without Cale or Nico, is glossed over. Loaded (1970) is barely mentioned, other than to point out Lou cut Moe out of that one too. A sort of addendum to the Lou broke up the band story. And VU, the lost album that ought to have come out between those two (but wasn't released until 1985) gets no mention at all, or none I can remember now. Not taking anything away from the first two albums, both classic albums, but there is a case to be made that the last three Velvets studio albums, without Nico and Cale, and in one instance even without Tucker, are as good or even better than the first two, or at least not dismissible as such. 

Not to Haynes's story, though. The more puzzling question for me is why Lou was never able to match in his solo career the greatness of even the last three Lou-centric Velvets' albums? And which maybe shows that the greatness of the Velvets five studio albums goes beyond Andy, Cale, Nico, Tucker, or even Lou. Something else that Richman and 1000s of bands since have tried to tap into and reproduce. 

Anyway, seeing the doc reminded me how important White Heat/White Light was to punk rock class of '77 and subsequent noise rock. The Velvets patent a version of art punk based on bleak beauty, violent negation, and rock & roll dissipation; a perfect mean of amateurish racket and avant-garde noise.  

"I Heard Her Call My Name" (1968)


 "Sister Ray" (1968)


"Guess I'm Falling In Love (Instrumental Version)" (1968)


Punk Rock Tuesday.

"Archangels Thunderbird," Amon Duul II (1970)


Classic riff rock from Germany, 1970; lady singer, Renate Knaup, caterwauling dark gothic prophecies. Amon Duul ii emerged out of a post-'68 Berlin art commune, and are often initially confused (or by non-Germans, anyway) with Amon Duul, a competing splinter group from the original commune (who actually didn't start recording until after Amon Duul ii had already recorded several albums) and by most accounts are mediocre at best. At any rate, Amon Duul ii's album Yeti is stone-cold classic Krautrock. Histrionic pirates on sonic prog adventures into riffology, pastoral landscapes, and free rock music racket. And, likewise, their first album, Phallus Dei (1969), is an experimental rock juggernaut. 


  (Original Amon Duul ii's bassist, Dave Anderson, joined Hawkwind for 1971's In Search of Space.)

Os Mutantes "Panis et circensus" (1969)


Tropicalia. Brazilian 1960s, the Beatles, and Psychedelia. Live on French TV. 

Hot Tub Time Machine

 R.B. Greaves "Always Something There To Remind Me" (1969)


Brewer & Shipley "Witchi-tai-to" (1969)
(Everything is Everything Native American original)

Harry Nilsson "Jump Into The Fire" (1972) (psych video)