Celebrating Peace: Herbie Hancock, Wayne Shorter, Cindy Blackman Santana & more | Hollywood Bowl
Don't miss this special musical evening under the stars featuring Dave Holland, Zakir Hussain, Marcus Miller and special guest Carlos Santana. Watch for the review of the show here at SCHLOCK THE MONKEY later this week.
What You'll Find Here: Music, Movies and Me
Since May 1976, I have written in journals. When I have nothing particularly resonant to say about my own inner turmoil, philosophic ramblings, sexual peccadillos or whining on about the state of the world around me...I have always fallen back on reporting the cultural time consumption that takes up in inordinate portion of my daily goings on.
In the 40+ years since my first concerts seeing Children's Symphony presentations on Sundays at the Pasadena Civic or The Hot Jazz Society's monthly Dixieland romps in an old meeting hall on the edge of the L.A. "River" across from Griffith Park, I have been sold heavily on the magic of live music. As Neil Young so aptly put it, "Live music is better bumper stickers should be issued."
Growing up a few orange groves and canyons length away from Hollywood also contributed greatly to my family's addiction to movie going. From the time I was a small there were weekly trips to the drive-in theaters that dotted the landscape, or the local Temple theater for the Saturday matinees. Once in a while we'd drive the 12 miles into Hollywood and see something in one of the magnificent old movie palaces like Grauman's Chinese, the Egyptian, The Pantages or later the Cinerama Dome. My dad loved Westerns and War movies, as if he didn't get enough shoot-'em-up as an L.A. County Sheriff in his day gig, my mom adored musicals and comedies. My brother and I loved them all.
At SDSU, I played in my first gigging band and began booking concerts on campus as part of the well-funded Cultural Arts Board, kindling for my future life in and around music.
So it's not surprising that my first jobs out of college were working in local video rental places (which were all the rage) or managing a couple of Sam Goody record stores in Mall's on the East Coast where we marveled at the new CD format and sold the first home computers and video games (yes Commodore and Pong and Atari).
So these are really just extensions of all of those journal entries talking about the great new movies I was seeing and LPs/CDs I was listening to.
Though iPODS/iPADs, apps, smart phones and downloads now make music and movies accessible in your own pocket, there is still nothing like sitting in front of a stack of speakers with a room full of people swaying to music created before your eyes. Nor is there anything that works quite so well for me to escape the real world and all of it's pressures just outside than two hours in a dark theater, absorbing the stories flickering across that wide screen as they pull you into their world.
But a really good taco runs a close third...
In the 40+ years since my first concerts seeing Children's Symphony presentations on Sundays at the Pasadena Civic or The Hot Jazz Society's monthly Dixieland romps in an old meeting hall on the edge of the L.A. "River" across from Griffith Park, I have been sold heavily on the magic of live music. As Neil Young so aptly put it, "Live music is better bumper stickers should be issued."
Growing up a few orange groves and canyons length away from Hollywood also contributed greatly to my family's addiction to movie going. From the time I was a small there were weekly trips to the drive-in theaters that dotted the landscape, or the local Temple theater for the Saturday matinees. Once in a while we'd drive the 12 miles into Hollywood and see something in one of the magnificent old movie palaces like Grauman's Chinese, the Egyptian, The Pantages or later the Cinerama Dome. My dad loved Westerns and War movies, as if he didn't get enough shoot-'em-up as an L.A. County Sheriff in his day gig, my mom adored musicals and comedies. My brother and I loved them all.
At SDSU, I played in my first gigging band and began booking concerts on campus as part of the well-funded Cultural Arts Board, kindling for my future life in and around music.
So it's not surprising that my first jobs out of college were working in local video rental places (which were all the rage) or managing a couple of Sam Goody record stores in Mall's on the East Coast where we marveled at the new CD format and sold the first home computers and video games (yes Commodore and Pong and Atari).
So these are really just extensions of all of those journal entries talking about the great new movies I was seeing and LPs/CDs I was listening to.
Though iPODS/iPADs, apps, smart phones and downloads now make music and movies accessible in your own pocket, there is still nothing like sitting in front of a stack of speakers with a room full of people swaying to music created before your eyes. Nor is there anything that works quite so well for me to escape the real world and all of it's pressures just outside than two hours in a dark theater, absorbing the stories flickering across that wide screen as they pull you into their world.
But a really good taco runs a close third...
Monday, August 27, 2012
FIRST COMPLETE NEW SONG FROM DYLAN STREAMED TODAY
Here goes folks...
Bob Dylan's highly anticipated and much promoted new CD, TEMPEST hits the streets on September 11 and today NPR debuted the first streamable complete song from the new release.
The lead track from the album, "Duquesne Whistle" was debuted today here on NPR'S ALL SONGS CONSIDERED. It's a swinging number that starts out sounding like an old, moldy recording of some drummerless '40s Western Swing or a train heard from around a bend and then suddenly it leaps out before the first verse into a the present tense of a full, smokin' roadhouse vibe -- slapping bruses on snare, chuggin' upright pulse and power chord electric guitars, shuffling jazzy rhythm guitar, loping pedal steel and what I presume are Dylan's own organ comping.
photo by AP
The lyrics to the song were co-written with Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter. Since Garcia's passing in 1995, Hunter has been collaborating quite successfully with a wide range of talented writers (watch for my upcoming post on Robert Hunter) and has written with Dylan on and off since 1988 most notably co-writing most of the songs on Dylan's acclaimed 2009 album, Together Through Life.
"Duquesne Whistle" is a train song. Both Dylan and Hunter's individual songwriting catalogs and the roots of the American folk, blues, country and rock music that they share are filled with songs about trains.
Yes, Dylan's voice is craggy and croaky but no doubt as to what he is singing and how much fun he is having. With his crack road band behind him on most of the album alongside a couple of ringers including Los Lobos' David Hidalgo, this is another in Dylan's line of rootsy, quality efforts.
Full album review coming soon...
Here are the lyrics to DUQUESNE WHISTLE as heard on a first pass. Any corrections please let us know. We will add (c) information as soon as it is confirmed.
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away
I wanna stop at Carbondale and keep on going
That Duquesne train 'gon rock me night and day
You say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimp
But I ain't neither one
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Sound like it's on a final run
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like she never blowed before
Blue light blinking, red light glowing
Blowing like she's at my chamber door
You smiling through the fence at me
Just like you always smiled before
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like she ain't gon' blow no more
Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?
Blowing like the sky's gonna blow apart
You're the only thing alive that keeps me going
You're like a time bomb in my heart
I can hear a sweet voice steadily calling
Must be the mother of our Lord
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like my woman's on board
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like it's gon' blow my blues away
You old rascal, I know exactly where you're going
I'll lead you there myself at the break of day
I wake up every morning with that woman in my bed
Everybody telling me she's gone to my head
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like it's gon' kill me dead
Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?
Blowing through another no good town
The lights on my lady's land are glowing
I wonder if they'll know me next time 'round
I wonder if that old oak tree's still standing
That old oak tree, the one we used to climb
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like she's blowing right on time
Listen to Duquesne Whistle here at NPR's ALL SONGS CONSIDERED
Bob Dylan's highly anticipated and much promoted new CD, TEMPEST hits the streets on September 11 and today NPR debuted the first streamable complete song from the new release.
The lead track from the album, "Duquesne Whistle" was debuted today here on NPR'S ALL SONGS CONSIDERED. It's a swinging number that starts out sounding like an old, moldy recording of some drummerless '40s Western Swing or a train heard from around a bend and then suddenly it leaps out before the first verse into a the present tense of a full, smokin' roadhouse vibe -- slapping bruses on snare, chuggin' upright pulse and power chord electric guitars, shuffling jazzy rhythm guitar, loping pedal steel and what I presume are Dylan's own organ comping.
photo by AP
The lyrics to the song were co-written with Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter. Since Garcia's passing in 1995, Hunter has been collaborating quite successfully with a wide range of talented writers (watch for my upcoming post on Robert Hunter) and has written with Dylan on and off since 1988 most notably co-writing most of the songs on Dylan's acclaimed 2009 album, Together Through Life.
"Duquesne Whistle" is a train song. Both Dylan and Hunter's individual songwriting catalogs and the roots of the American folk, blues, country and rock music that they share are filled with songs about trains.
Yes, Dylan's voice is craggy and croaky but no doubt as to what he is singing and how much fun he is having. With his crack road band behind him on most of the album alongside a couple of ringers including Los Lobos' David Hidalgo, this is another in Dylan's line of rootsy, quality efforts.
Full album review coming soon...
Here are the lyrics to DUQUESNE WHISTLE as heard on a first pass. Any corrections please let us know. We will add (c) information as soon as it is confirmed.
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away
I wanna stop at Carbondale and keep on going
That Duquesne train 'gon rock me night and day
You say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimp
But I ain't neither one
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Sound like it's on a final run
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like she never blowed before
Blue light blinking, red light glowing
Blowing like she's at my chamber door
You smiling through the fence at me
Just like you always smiled before
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like she ain't gon' blow no more
Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?
Blowing like the sky's gonna blow apart
You're the only thing alive that keeps me going
You're like a time bomb in my heart
I can hear a sweet voice steadily calling
Must be the mother of our Lord
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like my woman's on board
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like it's gon' blow my blues away
You old rascal, I know exactly where you're going
I'll lead you there myself at the break of day
I wake up every morning with that woman in my bed
Everybody telling me she's gone to my head
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like it's gon' kill me dead
Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?
Blowing through another no good town
The lights on my lady's land are glowing
I wonder if they'll know me next time 'round
I wonder if that old oak tree's still standing
That old oak tree, the one we used to climb
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like she's blowing right on time
Listen to Duquesne Whistle here at NPR's ALL SONGS CONSIDERED
SITTING IN THE DARK - THIS WEEK'S MOVIES
All movies this week were rented from Redbox...and yes beware of some plot give-aways below.
RAMPART ***
RAMPART ***
Woody wasn't bad at all.
Decent acting throughout. Not nearly as good as the trailers looked but not
horrid if you like crooked cop stories. I liked the portrayals of the characters for the most part but the
story sort of jumped around with out a lot of flow. Great casting though and I
liked the look of the film. Love movies made in L.A. It’s fun to see how they really
capture the vibe of the area.
HAYWIRE **1/2
A starring vehicle for the young pioneering fighter in Women's MMA (Mixed Martial Arts), Gina Carano from director Steven Soderbergh. Many big name actors are also involved including Channing Tatum, Ewan McGregor, Michael Douglas, Michael Fassbender and Antonio Banderas. All but Douglas get there asses kicked by Carano. Other than the fight scenes there is not much of interest here. Carano is not yet an actor and the script was less compelling than Soderbergh's usual fare. Imdb's synopsis of the plot is short, sweet and about all you need: "A black ops super soldier seeks payback after she is betrayed and set up during a mission."
A starring vehicle for the young pioneering fighter in Women's MMA (Mixed Martial Arts), Gina Carano from director Steven Soderbergh. Many big name actors are also involved including Channing Tatum, Ewan McGregor, Michael Douglas, Michael Fassbender and Antonio Banderas. All but Douglas get there asses kicked by Carano. Other than the fight scenes there is not much of interest here. Carano is not yet an actor and the script was less compelling than Soderbergh's usual fare. Imdb's synopsis of the plot is short, sweet and about all you need: "A black ops super soldier seeks payback after she is betrayed and set up during a mission."
TRUST ***
Fourteen-year-old Annie (Liana Liberato) is contacted by another teen online and they become friends in spite of the fact that she keep catching him lying about things, including his age. When tehy finally arrange to meet in person her "boyfriend" (Chris Henry Coffey) is in his mid-30s not a 20-year-old college student as he had claimed. Her parents (Clive Owen and
Catherine Keener) are torn apart by Annie's continued devotion to this man. Well-acted and disturbing. Unfotunately, Keener didn't have a lot to do in the film. Too bad for she is alwas wonderful in anything she does. Directed by David Schwimmer.
Rachel Weisz plays a true life American police officer who works as a observer and peacekeeper in post-war Bosnia. She becomes involved in exposing a multi-national cover-up campaign of corruption, violence, and human trafficking. Weisz was pregnant when first approached about this film and passed, but later when the project was offered again she accepted and did a great job in the part. See her in theaters now in the BOURNE LEGACY.
BAD ASS **1/2
BAD ASS **1/2
MACHINE GUN PREACHER
***1/2 Gerard Butler in this story of a violent, low-rent Pennsylvania hood who
gets out of jail, sees his ex-junkie/stripper wide has found God, gets in
trouble again and changes his ways and finds Jesus. Which leads him to have a
vision of starting a church and then building an orphanage in war torn Sudan. This is based on a true story of Sam Childers who goes to the
Sudan and takes justice into his own hand doing what ever he can to help the
orphans including shooting up the bad guys. Well-done but a flop in the
theaters. Cost an estimated $30 MILLION and only did $1.1 million
internationally in it’s first 11 months on screens. I almost passed this by because of the title. When I mentioned it to friends, every one of them said unprompted, "Horrible title. Not something that appeals to me." Actions fans don't want preachy and religious types don't want shoot-'em-ups, it seems. Of course, when it comes down to it action movies are full of moralistic pontificating and religions are at war all the time. I thought it might be too preachy but they painted this guy as someone
who would do anything for justice. Butler was good. Very
intense. Footage over the end credits with the real-life Childers is interesting.
HICK **** starred Chloe Grace Moretz who played Isabelle in HUGO as a
young girl brought up by white trash in Nebraska (Juliette Lewis is her
oblivious mom) who runs off with a slimy white guy (Eddie Redmayne) then is
picked up by his ex, a hot slutty wild one (Blake Lively who was even better
here than in SAVAGES). In her travels the 13 year old is shown first hand the violent, sleazy, abusive side of life. Quite a traumatic
misadventure. Done with light humor amidst the sleaze and violence. Moretz is
superb as is the whole cast in this actor’s film. Redbox reviews HATED this
movie but it seems people are complaining about things like subject matter when
if they had read the description of the film they might have steered clear. It
was a very well cast and written film and a cautionary tale. I see a lot of
irresponsibly parented kids in the town where I live and parents should watch
this with their young teens. There is indeed a very tough world out there and
this film addresses these issues directly, with taste and humor and a sense of
realism that rings true if you have ever been around situations like the ones
shown. The use of select music by Bob Dylan is wonderfully done. SOONER OR
LATER’s line “I didn’t really know how young you were…” is perfectly placed and the wonderful
theme music is Dylan’s instrumental “Suze” which appeared as “Suze (The Cough
Song)” on bootleg recordings for years before being officially release on Bootleg
Series, Vols. 1-3: Rare & Unreleased, 1961-1991
WRECKED ***
Like The Edge and 127 Hours, this is a survival story. Man against nature and his own human
nature comes to task. Adrien Brody is trapped in his wrecked car in the middle
of nowhere. He has no idea who he is or how he got there. His hallucinations
distract him but his survival instinct takes over but this film is more about
Brody’s emotional state, his guilt and desires manifested as his confusion and
fear overwhelm him and his scattered memories begin to flow over him. What is
real and what is not seem to be the real questions here. Oddly, this film seems
to have played in only one theater for one week. A physically and emotionally
riveting performance by Brody based on a very simple premise. Interesting that
the movie was filmed ins chronological order and that writer Christopher Dodd
wrote it very spontaneously and sees it as a metaphor for getting a movie
finished. Again, it seems as if so many of the people bitching about this film
didn’t really seem to watch it very carefully. People seem to a) have very
little imagination or b) ability to take anything as something other than
literally. Why they’d bother even taking the time to comment on it online or
even watch it is beyond me.
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