Music News

For the week of December 12th, 2001

'Round the Dial

by Tom Hallett
A warm bench for Bob by Donny Doane
Getting it together by Erin Anderson
Bright Moments In Jazz by Dan Emerson

'Round the Dial

by Tom Hallett

QUOTE OF THE WEEK: “The American record-buying public are, generally, passive, pretentious, pear-shaped, predictable and sheep-brained to the point of being completely blanded-out. The Yanks always preferred Pat Boone to the real thing, and nothing's changed.”
—Pete Frame

SONG OF THE WEEK: “We’ve Only Just Begun” by The Carpenters

Surprise!! It’s Round The Dial’s 100th Birthday Party!!! Yep, we’ve been hittin’ yer doorsteps, birdcages, and coffee nooks for 100 straight weeks, grrls n’ boyz! Nothing’s quite as shocking or revolting as Senator Strom Thurmond’s 99th birthday party (he stays in office until the world explodes, you understand), but hey, I’m proud! I’d like to thank you ... and you ... and you ... and yes, even you ... in the corner ... here we are. Rather than waste time foaming at the mouth (I do enough of that courtesy of Adolphus Busch, thank you) over how much I love you all to celebrate, I’m just gonna list 100 things I love about Rock ‘n’ Roll ... keeping in mind that I love a million things about Rock ‘n’ Roll, and this is just ummm ... 100 ...

100 Things I Love About Rock ‘n’ Roll:
1) That kick-ass axe solo in The Carpenters’ “Goodbye to Love”
2) Tulip Sweet drummer/Clown Lounge honcho Dave Weigardt’s “On Golden Pond” hat
3) The first person to realize that the mandolin and electric guitar sounded fucking great together
4) Peter Jesperson
5) Iggy Pop’s ear, which he’s taken it in before several times
6) Mix tapes that include both Burmese Monk solos and Bon Scott-era AC/DC songs
7) Barry White!!
8) Song titles that use (parentheses)
9) WAH-WAH!!
10) Curtiss A
11) Guitar players named “Slim.”
12) Useless but colorful band bumper stickers
13) Keith Richards’ wrinkles
14) The Devil in Ozzy’s eyes
15) MOOG!!
16) Cool shit like posters, stickers, and astrological charts inside vinyl albums
17) Neil Young’s angel-soft hair
18) That thing in disco songs that goes “Boooooo!!!!”
19) Tommy Stinson’s suitcoat jackets
20) Bob Stinson’s fingers
21) Local ’zine “Exiled on Main Street”
22) Capos, Capos, Capos!!
23) Anything Led Zeppelin ever did in a hotel room involving large salt-water fish, exotic fruit, and girls named “Blue”
24) Amps that smell like old Spiderman comics
25) Record stores that actually sell RECORDS!!
26) The razor blades on Bob Dylan’s tongue
27) YOU IN THE GLASSES!!
28) Concert ticket stubs
29) Frank Zappa’s caffeine addiction
30) Bands who still release 45 RPM singles
31) Guys who have to sell their vinyl because their new wives prefer CDs. Heh, heh.
32) Devo’s flowerpot headgear
33) Guys who were Soft Cell fans in the ’80s, but bought all the SST re-issues and pretend like they were always into Hüsker Dü.
34) Lester Bangs’ soul
35) Technics II Turntables
36) Pete Frame’s “Rock Family Trees”
37) Disco Balls
38) In-store performances
39) Strobes
40) Black lights ’n’ fuzzy posters
41) Brian Wilson’s shit-filled sandbox
42) Girls with guitars
43) Grant Hart’s car obsession
44) Drummers named “Randy!!”
45) Colored vinyl
46) Bartenders named Jim or Dale who could care less about “Almost Famous”
47) Any band who names itself after a neighborhood. Particularly crack ’hoods.
48) Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazelwood
49) Autographs from bands no one’s ever heard of
50) Stevie Nicks
51) The Monkees.
52) Drummers who use old torn sweatsocks for wristbands
53) Those cardboard 45s they used to put on the back of cereal boxes
54) Sean Tillman’s supple hips
55) Gary Louris’ quivering lips
56) Phil & Don
57) John Ewing
58) Guest Lists
59) The Rutles
60) Big Hits of Mid-America, Vols. I-IV.
61) Rob Rule!!
62) People who record in barns, basements, or backyards
63) Joey Ramone
64) Bands that stormed America in 1964
65) Songs about heroin
66) Songs about eyes
67) Anybody who ever died as a result of Clapton’s “Crossroads Curse”
68) Any song that references the railroad
69) SITARS!!
70) Spiked black leather dog collars
71) Wolfman Jack
72) Madonna with an acoustic guitar
73) Kilroy!!
74) Frank Frazetta album covers
75) Noddy Holder’s top hat
76) Tambourines, bells and whistles
77) Mouth-harp holders
78) Little punk Ryan Adams announcing last week at First Avenue that Lost Highway has just signed Johnny Cash and The Jayhawks. (Rick Rubin, can you say ACK? Sure, I knew ya could!)
79) Raspberry berets
80) VH-1’s “Behind the Music”
81) Jim Walsh’s fragile heart
82) Singers named “Chip”
83) Rides home
84) Emmylou Harris
85) Rides home that include Emmylou Harris
86) Laura Brandenberg’s liver
87) Friends that insist on recording their albums in your living room
88) Dan Israel
89) Any rocker who has, plans on, or is destined to die at age 27
90) CONRAD!!
91) Leo Kuelbs, Jr.
92) Dick Houff’s pen
93) Paul D. Fuckin’ Dickinson
94) Those Columbia House “12 for a Penny Offers”
95) Anybody who ever wrote a song for Sarah
96) Tears on My Pillow
97) Tiny Tim
98) Chris Osgood
99) Milk Crates
100) Dan “The Revman” Lang

Grazie. Until next time—make yer own damn news! pulse

If you have local news/gigs/events, or you’d just like to complain that no matter how hard you stalked me in the last year, you didn’t make this list, send replies to: TMygunn777@aol.com.

A warm bench for Bob
Family and friends remember Bob Stinson on his birthday

by Donny Doane


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“Bob put together probably the most important rock ‘n’ roll band in the United States. I don’t know where they’d be without him. He was their catalyst. The Replacements would not have existed without Bob Stinson. Period.”
—Rob Rule

In an earlier era, people knew exactly where they were and what they doing when they received news of J.F.K.’s assassination. Since I wasn’t even a twinkle in my dad’s eye at that time, I of course, do not. Many years later, however, I do remember my father breaking the news in as gentle a way as he could muster that John Lennon had been murdered.
    “You know that one band you really like?” he started.
    “Which one?” I asked back.
    “You know, the beetle-bugs or something.”
    “The Beatles?”
    “Yes, the Beatles.”
    “What about ’em?”
    “Well, one of those guys died today.”
    “Huh? Which one? How?”
    “Something Lennon.”
    “John Lennon.”
    “Yeah. Someone shot him.”
    Many years after that moment, I was again informed of the unfortunate passing of local musician Bob Stinson, guitarist for the Replacements, Static Taxi and the Bleeding Hearts in Feb. 1995 at age 35. To this day, the setting is just as vivid as the day I found out.
    My band at the time had been doing a weekend recording session at Rich Mattson’s basement studio. After some breakfast and bloodies, we showed up at Rich’s for the typical Sunday mix down. As he descended the basement stairs, he greeted us, “Hey guys, umm ... ”
    “What?” We all asked.
    “Bobby Stinson died last night.”
    Needless to say, this set a rather somber tone for the remainder of the project.
    Six years later, with what would have been Bob’s 41st birthday coming on Dec. 17, memories of Bob abound, at a time of the year when we all gather with our loved ones for the holidays and remember those who can be with us only in spirit. As Bob’s mom, Anita, told me, “It’s a very ‘Bob’ time of the year.”
    On Sat., Dec. 15, two days before the big day, the Turf Club is throwing the fourth Swingin’ Party in honor of a character who not only helped to reweave the fabric of American rock ’n’ roll and served as an inspiration to countless underdogs who chose to play it, but also whose life was a lesson and reminder that life’s too short to take for granted.
    “We hate the word ‘tribute’; we don’t use it,” says the Turf’s Rob Rule. “We use ‘musical nod’ or ‘celebration,’ so it’s ‘Bob’s Bench and Birthday Bash: Another SPMC Swingin’ Party,’ with many returning guests from the original one at O’Gara’s many years ago.”
    It’s no secret that Bob had a certain appetite for life, and I’m rather sure he’d probably appreciate the irony of a party being thrown where the guest of honor is the only one who can’t make it. But in the spirit of foregoing any mythology and saving the party for the party, I’ve tried to collect as many fond impressions from those who knew and loved him the most. As is often the case with rock ’n’ roll legendry, certain facets of an often larger-than-life figure can be obscured, if not overlooked, completely. Most of us know of Bob’s wildman persona, but he was also someone who dwelt beneath the exterior, as a person who enjoyed the simpler and less chaotic pleasures life has to offer.
    A few years ago, Anita purchased a park bench from the city of Minneapolis in Bob’s memory, which has since been moved from its original spot, though not far. Situated on the bank of a canal on Lake of the Isles, the bench exemplifies the quieter, thoughtful dimension of Bob in his favorite place. On an unseasonably agreeable December Sunday afternoon, Anita takes me down to Bob’s bench, for which I have searched unsuccessfully on my own. (It seems that the bench’s exact location eludes many who have tried to find it.)
    “This is his favorite spot because it had fishing and railroad tracks … his two favorite things in life,” she says.

The sound of dried brush crunches underfoot as Anita and I climb down beside the embankment of a bridge that spans the canal. “So those two trees over there would be Bobby’s,” she says, pointing across the waterway to the opposite bank. “Those red ones. And his bench is right over here. This is his favorite place to fish.”
    It isn’t hard to understand exactly why this is his spot. It combines the natural beauty of the lakeside and sits just out of the way of the everyday commotion. “It’s a beautiful spot to come to,” says Anita. “My favorite time is early in the morning because it’s so quiet.”
    Earlier this fall, the park board moved the bench to facilitate restoring the area to its wetland habitat and in doing so, cleared much of the surrounding growth. “This used to be all woods,” she says. “Bobby would have had a fit.”
    “I remember one day,” she continues, reminiscing about Bob’s frequent hikes in the park, “when Bobby was walking along the tracks and came home and he was so happy that he’d found a whole bag or box full of … stuff. Pieces of clothes, a used wallet that was empty, something somebody just tossed over the edge of the bridge, so to speak. He was in heaven going through the stuff, ‘Look what I found on the railroad tracks!’ One shoe, that kind of thing. He said, ‘One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.’ He was quite a character.”
    Former Replacements producer/manager Peter Jesperson relates, “I remember how much Bob liked fishing, and how much he liked sitting and ruminating. Whenever we’d be on the road and it would be sound check time—or heaven forbid, set time—and Bob would be gone ... both Bill Sullivan and I, who were kind of his keepers, would stop and think where the nearest railroad tracks were, because Bob was so fascinated with trains. He’d often get himself a tall one, a brown paper bag and go sit by the railroad tracks.”
    “Bob was an interesting character, because he was a very simple man, but he was also a very smart man underneath it all. He didn’t strike you as having the greatest intellect when you talked to him, but he really was quite a deep person. So the idea of a bench at Lake of the Isles in Bob’s memory, you know … makes me a little misty-eyed.”
    Another one of Bob’s passions was reading. “I can picture Bob … I’d be working the counter at Oarfolk, and I’d look over at the bench by the windows there on 26th and he would be sitting there reading,” says Peter. “He was a voracious reader, and used to come in and read every bit of rock ’n’ roll stuff that we had—magazines, to the books that we carried about everybody from Badfinger to Pink Floyd.”
    On Saturday night at the Turf, there will, without a doubt, be countless memories shared of the man, who like many of the people he inspired, was a fan of life in general. If you’re looking for what, by now, should officially be known as “Bob Stories,” whether or not you ever met him, this will the place to be. Not only will this be a fine reminiscence, it will also be a sonic festival of the music he had more than two hands in creating.
    “Bob put together probably the most important rock ’n’ roll band in the United States,” says Rob without hesitation. “I don’t know where they’d be without him. He was their catalyst. The Replacements would not have existed without Bob Stinson. Period.”
    To many ’Mats purists, that idea is an absolute, and despite how tragically his life may have ended, he’s still here with us, making us laugh and loving the things we enjoy doing. Saturday’s lineup is just a regional reflection of his influence, and features the Mammy Nuns, the Glenrustles, the Bleeding Hearts, Vena Cava, Mezzofist, Plutonium Foil (formerly Lotus Eaters), Caveman, Beatifics (formerly Rockefellers) and FROG (Andy Crowley). Special guests include Slim Dunlap, Lucky Jeremy, Cover Girl (John Eller, Tom Cook) U-Joint and the Centurions.
    As Anita and I got ready to leave Bob’s bench, we realized that neither of us had any idea what time it was. People can become so preoccupied with notion of time that it becomes lost on them altogether. So as the mother of Robert Neil Stinson said so proudly of the son you can tell she is more than happy to talk about, “He lived a short time, but he made every minute of it count. And that’s what made him good.” pulse

The Fourth Annual Bob’s Bench and Birthday Bash: Another SPMC Swingin’ Party kicks off at 9 p.m. on Sat., Dec. 15, at the Turf Club. $5. 1601 W. University Ave., St. Paul. 651-647-0486.

 

Getting it together
Martin Atkins of Pigface talks about why three’s company and 20’s even better

by Erin Anderson

 

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“When you invite 10 people onstage, you have to go with the flow. You can’t say, ‘This is how the song goes—go home and learn it.’ That’s not Pigface. The song goes however it goes.”

Whoever first said, “the more the merrier” probably never intended for the adage to be applied to live rock ’n’ roll. Unless you play in a symphony where you rehearse several times a week and have your score lit up right there in front of your face, the reality of live music is always somewhat problematic, even with just a few bodies and pieces of equipment onstage. Throw a few extra drum kits, fire-eaters and vocalists into the mix, and you’re really asking for it.
    But for carnival rock outfit Pigface’s drummer, producer and ringleader Martin Atkins, the rule of chaos is a particularly familiar—and beloved—state of existence. Back in 1989 while on tour with Ministry, Atkins and a few bandmates decided to take a slight detour from their daily grind and make some beautifully twisted music together. When the smoke had cleared in the studio, Pigface emerged from the sonic wreckage with their first stunning release, Gub.
    And it never happened again. At least not quite the same way. Four studio releases, three remix collections, four live albums, 10 tours and a brand new double-disc “best of” record later, Atkins has the distinct honor of being the only constant in the group’s decade-worth of music that boasts roughly 70 floating members when all is said and done. “It makes me feel a little bit grandfatherly,” he chuckles. “Like I’m the keeper of the key.”
    Atkins’ consistent involvement in the band’s music and tours give Pigface at best a loosely-connected buffet of distinct electronic musical styles and influences, at worst a disorienting grab bag of industrial

goodies. Even he doesn’t know what to call it: collective? Supergroup? “When I hear those words,” he says, “I think about a hippie band or some kind of improvisational jazz ensemble. I think about musicians sitting around and jamming for 10 hours, and some of the Pigface songs are just five minutes long! It’s … an explosion, you know?”
    The bulk of the recording and performing is left to serendipity and the dynamics of whatever crew happens to be working on the record or tour at the time. Past collaborators have included Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails), Danny Carey (Tool), Jello Biafra, Meg Lee Chin and Reeves Gabrels (David Bowie), but that’s just barely the tip of the iceberg.
    With so many variables, it’s easy to see that Atkins is either the world’s most patient person, or the craziest. “When you invite 10 people onstage, you have to go with the flow,” he says. “You can’t say, ‘No, no, no. This is how the song goes—go home and learn it.’ That’s not Pigface. The song goes however it goes.”
    Which is sort of how the Pigface career has transpired as well. To say that Atkins didn’t know what he was getting himself into all those years ago would be a mistake, but there are ways in which the project has manifested itself that nobody could have anticipated from the outset. “Sometimes I feel like we’re carrying the flame, the Olympic torch, burning down the barriers between the band and the audience and welcoming people onstage and saying, ‘Everybody’s welcome. Let’s all smile and make music together and try and get back to what this is all about in the first place.’”
    For Atkins, “what this is all about” seems to be building relationships with like-minded artists, lighting a match and just waiting to see what happens. “I want to work with people who are a surprise to me,” he says. “If the only people I work with are people in my address book, I’m immediately limiting myself.”
    But just because the element of surprise and an infamous onstage spontaneity are the ingredients that have turned Pigface into an underground juggernaut, don’t think for a moment that Atkins doesn’t have his shit together. He’s so on top of things that besides his work with Pigface and producing other bands, he’s found time to work on his new baby—this time on the business side of the music business—that will once again bring together some of the most innovative, cutting-edge minds in music today.
    With a mission of “working together to tear things apart,” Underground, Inc. is a promotions, management, distribution and manufacturing company that brings together various indie labels and musicians under an artistic umbrella designed to shield them from the shady scene that is the music industry. Atkins insists that “Friends don’t let friends start record labels,” and is proud that Underground is the first company he knows of that allows a collective consciousness to build among members of the independent music scene.
    “There is no shared collective knowledge in independent music, and I’m trying to change that,” he says. “Any time I hear of a band that I love and respect wanting to ‘do it themselves,’ I’m like, ‘Yes, that’s a great idea. You should do that. You should get involved more. It’s the bands that are involved that have their own identity. [But] let me work with you on it so that you don’t have to make all the mistakes that I’ve made.’”
    Underground, Inc. currently boasts 15 labels, and the recent Pigface tour alone has given Atkins the opportunity to meet with other acts, so that he believes by the time he goes home to Chicago, there will be about 30 bands on the label.
    “When you really think about it, it’s a revolution in the music business,” he says. Atkins could be talking about any of the projects he’s taken on in the last ten years, not only because they’re powerful and innovative, but also because they’re based on collaboration and cooperation, commodities that are precious and rare these days—and even perhaps a little shocking.
    “When I get on the phone to people and say, ‘Hey, I know it’s tough, but it’s easier if we all do this together,’ it surprises people,” he shrugs. But that’s what Pigface is all about. pulse

Please note that due to a mistake on the part of the promoter, Pigface will not be appearing on Sunday night at the Quest. Atkins and crew are sorry to miss their friends in Minneapolis, and will be returning next September, when Atkins will be “doing what I should have done in the first place, to call my old friend Steve McClellan at First Ave.” The Best of Pigface is currently out on Invisible Records, a part of Underground, Inc.

 

Bright Moments: The Best In Jazz

by Dan Emerson

Chico Hamilton > Forestorn (Koch Jazz)
Chico Hamilton turned 80 this year, but you would never guess that by his still-impressive facility on the drum kit. He’s still operating in his longstanding mode—assembling a tight group of talented players for collective improvisation, without hogging the spotlight. The disc includes two of his former students at new York’s New School: saxman Erick Schenkman, a former Spin Doctor and now a member of Chico’s band, and harpist John Popper. Several former members of Hamilton-led groups also appear: trombone star Steve Turre (who duets with cellist Akua Dixon on Hamilton’s “Bone Cello”); saxophonist Eric Person (who’s spotlighted on “Soprano Dance”) and alto saxist Arthur Blythe (“11 Bars for Arthur”). Rolling Stones fanatics who must have everything will want this disc for Charlie Watt’s one-minute, 24-second performance on “Here Comes Charlie Now.” How are Charlie’s jazz chops? Good enough to fill 1:24.

Jason Moran > Black Stars (Blue Note)
On his third CD as a leader, Jason Moran continues to show why he’s one of the most highly regarded young composer/ pianists on the modern scene. Moran wrote 8 of the 11 tunes on the CD, another collaboration featuring veteran, avant-garde reedman Sam Rivers. Moran’s cagey use of dissonance and penchant for serpentine keyboard runs is reminiscent of the great Andrew Hill, whom Moran has cited as a mentor. Moran is an ambitious writer who’s adept at using various percussion elements (including his 88 keys), space and dynamics to create constantly shifting moods.

Fred Anderson > On the Run: Live at the Velvet Lounge (Delmark Records)
Tenor saxophonist Fred Anderson is one of the those lucky few jazz musicians who doesn’t have to scuffle for gigs. He always has a place to play, since he owns the South Side Chicago club where this disc was recorded last year. The younger brother of fellow tenor ace Von Freeman, Anderson seems to have a bottomless well of melodic and harmonic ideas. He doesn’t waste any time asserting himself on this CD, kicking things off with a 4-minute-plus solo piece, “Ladies in Love.” Drummer Hamid Drake and bassist Tatsu Aoki are equally nimble improvisers who seem to bring out the best in Anderson.

Etta Jones > Sings Lady Day (HighNote)
This disc is a proper epitaph for Etta Jones, a masterful, possibly under-appreciated vocalist, who died a few months ago. Billie Holliday was one of Jones’ major influences, although Jones’ approach is anything but imitative. Her clever phrasing and subtle melodic manipulation enable her to make even an oft-heard warhorse like “All of Me” sound fresh. At this late stage in her singing career, she also had the confidence and mastery of emotional nuance to put her own stamp on songs that are closely identified with the iconic Holliday, including “God Bless the Child” and “Fine and Mellow.”

Arthur Blythe > Blythe Byte (Savant)
Arthur Blythe is another artist whose strong musical personality —embodied in his instantly recognizable, “crying” alto tone—allows him to take temporary ownership of other people’s songs. Ever a Thelonious Monk acolyte, Blythe revisits Monk’s “Blue Monk,” “Light Blue” and “Ruby My Dear.” He also dusts off a pair of Coltrane vehicles: Strayhorn‘s ballad “My Little Brown Book” and the classic “Naima,” giving the latter a Latin feel.
    Blythe continues his longstanding collaboration with piano colossus John Hicks, who plays at a similar, rarified level.

Stan Getz > The Final Concert Recording (Eagle Jazz)
This “live” double CD was recorded by tenor sax great Stan Getz in July, 1990 at Munich’s Philharmonic Hall, about 11 months before he succumbed to cancer. Much of the performance by Getz and his sextet consists of music from his then-current album, Apasionado. The group includes three keyboardists: pianist Kenny Barron, Frank Zottoli, on electric keys, and synthesizer player/arranger Eddie Del Barrio, who provides a faux string section. Getz’s warm, signature sax tone seems intact, showing no sign of his two prior bouts with cancer. Barron, a favorite Getz accompanist, is his usual stellar self.

John Coltrane > Live Trane: The European Tours (Pablo)
Think Elvis has obsessive fans? In San Francisco, there’s a Church of St. John Coltrane. One of the byproducts of obsessive love—in the music world, anyway—is big box-sets. This seven disc set would make a great stocking stuffer for any church-member who celebrates the King’s (Trane) birthday (it’s still nine months away—Sept. 23). The set documents concerts in Paris, Stockholm, Berlin and Hamburg during European tours Trane and his classic quartet made in the autumns of 1961, ’62 and ’63. McCoy Tyner and Elvin Jones were part of all three, with bassists Jimmy Garrison and Reggie Workman (who performs on Discs 1 and 2). Another departed sax icon, Eric Dolphy, joins the group on several tracks from the 1961 Hamburg performances. About half of the 38 tracks were previously unreleased, adding up to a portrait of Coltrane at, or nearing, his explorative peak.

The Herbie Nichols Project > Strange City (Palmetto)
Herbie Nichols was a talented composer and pianist, and a major influence on the great Thelonious Monk, who died in 1963 at the age of 44. The Project is a group of young players who’ve been performing and recording Nichols’ compositions under the auspices of the Jazz Composers Collective since 1992. The best known of the group is drummer Matt Wilson. Eight of the 10 tracks here are songs Nichols never got a chance to record. While the extent of his influence on the much more celebrated Monk is unclear, it’s obvious both composers shared an appreciation for musical unpredictability and humor. pulse