Since I just reviewed the Bill Withers documentary Still Bill, here are a few of my favorite Withers covers. And if you can't get enough, the Docurama DVD includes The Swell Season (Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová) with "Stories," Corey Glover (Living Colour) with "Who Is He and What Is He to You" and Yim Yames (Jim James/My Morning Jacket) with "Ain't No Sunshine."
Of the three, I prefer the latter as James takes the most understated approach to the material (overstatement seems gauche). The extras also offer brief chats with Withers associates like actor/football great Jim Brown and Graham Nash (Hollies, CSNY).
Corey Glover's heartfelt, if overstated cover can't quite compare.
Sly Dunbar, Robbie Shakespeare, and the inimitable Ms. Jones.
Holly Golightly adds reverb and twang to this Withers classic.
Diana's disco extravaganza trumps the Bonnie Prince Billy version. Update:Still Bill will have its US broadcast premiere this Fri, 2/4, at 8:30PM on Showtime. For more information, please click here.
Endnote: Image from Grio.com (AP Photo/Reed Saxon). Click here for my review of +'Justments (which includes "The Same Love That Made Me Laugh"), here for Just As I Am/Still Bill, here for Soul Power, and here for Golightly's God Don't Like It (which includes "Use Me"). I'll be posting my DVD review next month.
As I finally got caught up with Kaneto Shindo's Kuroneko yesterday (at SIFF Cinema through Thurs., 1/27), this seem- ed like a good time to recognize more black cats. Instead of videos, here are the photos and panels that caught my eye.
Black cats are a stylist's best friend (white will do in a pinch). Socks doesn't wake up for less than $10,000 a day.
Felix is a foot fetishist.
Mark Twain was a feline fancier and the web offers several pictures of the author with tabby kittens (one of whom looks a little irritated). His daughter, Jean, used her Brownie to capture this fine fellow.
Everyone knows about Catwoman (soon to be played by Anne Hathaway), but fewer are likely to know about Felicia Hardy, AKA The Black Cat, who appears to share a little DNA with Socks above.
Even Wonder Woman finds them intimidating (actually, this superheroine is her similarly-garbed lookalike, Phantom Lady).
One of the best things ever. Better even than this Béla Tarr t-shirt.
Irmin Schmidt and the Inner Space, Kama- sutra: Vollen- dung der Liebe, Crippled Dick Hot Wax
When it comes to Can, I'm not a completist, though they're one of my very favorite bands (frankly, I don't have the storage space or the disposable income to collect everything by most any artist).
I prefer their early material--when vocalists Malcolm Mooney and Damo Suzuki were part of the line-up--to their later work.
And by early material, I'm including the recordings composer- keyboard player Irmin Schmidt made as Inner Space, the name of their Cologne studio, before he co-founded Can. According to his Wikipedia entry, Schmidt "has written the music to more than 40 films and television programs."
For this release, his collaborators include drummer Jaki Liebe- zeit, guitarist Michael Karoli, and Mooney ("There Was a Man").
The AMG speculates that Holger Czukay and David C. Johnson handled bass and flute, respectively (the latter made his exit in 1969). Therefore, it's a Can record in all but name. The group would follow it up with their unofficial '68 debut, Can...Delay.
Like Inner Space's Agilok and Blubbo, which finally saw release in 2009, Kamasutra serves as the score for a German film of the same name. Can would continue to contribute to many mo- tion pictures throughout their career, as exemplified by 1970's exceptional Soundtracks, which features the lilting "She Brings the Rain" and majestic "Mother Sky," their crowning achieve- ment (it receives pride of place in '71's wrenching Deep End).
From descriptions of the film, Kamasutra doesn't sound like anything special, but the score is another matter. Other than "Man" and "I'm Hiding My Nightingale," it's an instrumental af- fair combining elements of jazz, psychedelia, folk, and African polyrhythms into a concoction that should be familiar--if not downright exhilarating--to Can's fervent followers.
To my mind, Can is the German equivalent of Traffic, while Traf- fic is the UK equivalent of Can (bassist Rosko Gee and percus- sionist Reebop Kwaku Baah played with both). That's particular- ly apparent here since Johnson's woodwind work saturates the entire enterprise. I also like the way it feels as if Liebezeit is pounding his kit somewhere within the recesses of your skull. I can't quite explain the effect, but it's eerie and hypnotic.
Mostly, I can't believe that it took over 40 years for this LP to see the light if day. Suffice to say: it was worth the wait.
Cage the Elephant, Thank You Happy Birthday, Jive/Sony
On their second record, Kentucky's Cage the Elephant pro- duce the kind of clean modern rock we used to play on KNDD. Matthew Schultz's wavery pipes provide the most distinguish- ing feature, especially on "Indy Kidz" and "Sell Yourself," where he explodes in blood-curdling screams. (While listening to the CD, I found out that Cage records an Endsession on Sunday.)
Jaden Carlson, Tell Me What You See, self-released[2/22/11]
Nine-year-old Colorado kid Jaden Carlson makes music aimed more at adults (like her band mates) than the kiddie set. Her soph- omore disc offers down-home rock hampered by the unexception- al vocals of a child with a severely limited range. With experience, this Michael Franti protegé may become a better singer--she's al- ready a good guitarist--but for now, the instrumentals form the set's highlights. Otherwise: this feels like a vanity project.
Endnote: For more information about Cage the Elephant, please click here; and for Jaden Carlson, here. Image of Ir- min Schmidt from Wikipedia (photograph by Heinrich Klaffs).
Berlin-born, Bristol-based journalist Anika joins Portishead's
Geoff Barrow (and Beak>) for this triumphant debut. Though
they constructed it quickly, Anika recaptures the post-punk
era at its best while sounding simultaneously of-the-moment.
It doesn't hurt that the songs come on like future classics, but
it's Anika's deadpan, Teutonic-inflected vocals and the hypnotic
instrumental backing that make this LP such a standout. Im-
agine Dennis Bovell producing Nico or Neneh Cherry fronting
Public Image Limited, and you've got the gist. The disc manag-
es to be sophisticated yet spirited, mature yet adventurous.
Granted, six of the nine tracks are covers, not counting the dub
version of Bob Dylan's "Masters of War," which wraps up the set in
fine style, but Anika never feels like a greatest hits collection or a
schizophrenic grab bag. Others include "Yang Yang" (Yoko Ono),
"End of the World" (written by Arthur Kent and Sylvia Dee,
recorded by Skeeter Davis), and "I Go to Sleep" (the Kinks).
In Dave Segal's interview with the singer for The Stranger, he
writes, "She also puts a minimalistically quirky spin on Twink-
le's 'Terry' [and] Greta Ann's 'Sadness Hides the Sun'." (Until I
read his piece, I didn't realize those songs were also covers.)
During the Gulf War, Mark Arm issued a version of "Masters"
through the Sub Pop Singles Club, but Anika's bass-heavy ren-
dition drives the lyrics home in an entirely different way. She al-
so adds commentary from an Iraq War vet, which shouldn't work,
but does. As he puts it, "I've been told we were fighting terrorists.
The real terrorist is me, and the real terror is this occupation."
I've got to give it up for an artist who would even think to assem-
ble such a diverse array of material, let alone to do it justice. This
is a surprisingly cohesive enterprise with no off-key moments. Ev-
er since I picked up the CD, I haven't been able to stop playing it.
I'm sure Anika's voice won't be to all tastes, but it works so well
with the music that I don't see how anyone could find it too irri-
tating, even listeners who prefer more conventional vocalists.
Then again, I tend to gravitate towards singers who make up
in style or originality what they lack in range or finesse, like Broadcast's Trish Keenan (who passed away yesterday).
Anika isn't as quirky as fellow German immigrant Arianna For-
ster, AKA the late Ari Up, but I'd like to think that she'll also
appeal to fans of the Slits, the New Age Steppers, Pigbag, and
Rip Rig + Panic. And that's about the highest praise I can give. Update: Anika plays the Crocodile Cafe on Sun, Oct 16, 2011.
Mike Gibbons, Marigolds:
The Bangkok Sessions, self-released [4/12/11]
Recorded in Bangkok, Marigolds offers baroque folk-pop from a heart-on-his-sleeve Bay Area troubadour who recalls Cat Stevens. His third LP features 11 originals plus "Talkin' Bout a Revolution."
This San Francisco chanteuse piles glissando on top of
glissando in service of polished country-pop in which
orchestral flourishes mingle with a cappella interlud-
es. Like Faith Hill singing the Beyoncé songbook.
Tiny Animals, Our Own Time, North Street Records[4/5/11]
Emo-style vocals and tight harmonies dominate the second
effort from New York trio Chris, Rita, and Anton. Not bad,
but I prefer 2009's Sweet Sweetness (click for review).
Endnote: For more information about Mike Gibbons,
please click here; for Whitney Nichole, here; and for Tiny Animals, here. Anika image from The Quietus.
I recently reviewed the follow- ing DVD for Video Librarian, and thought the results were worth sharing.
ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA LIVE: THE EARLY YEARS[***]
Heaven for Electric Light Orchestra fans, this release pres- ents the band on stage between 1973 and 1976. In the first per- formance, the group plays at the UK’s Brunel University. There's nothing fancy about the low-ceiling stage set-up, but certain ec- centricities are already in place, like the towering platform heels, singer/guitarist Jeff Lynne's halo of hair, violinist Mik Kaminsky's vampire cape, and the way Hugh McDowell play his cello like a guitar for the cover of Jerry Lee Lewis's "Great Balls of Fire."
The songs are also longer than the Top 40 singles for whichELO would become famous, but Lynne had a feel for appealing melo- dies from the start (time spent with the Move can't have hurt). In the liner notes, Malcolm Dome describes their music as prog pop.
For Hamburg's 1974 Rockpalast broadcast, the septet has a bigger stage on which to roam, while the disc concludes with a set at Lon- don's New Victoria Theater during 1976's Face the Music tour. The band still eschews bells and whistles, but the venue is larger yet.
Throughout, they perform the hits "Ma-Ma-Ma Bell," "Showdown," "I Can't Get It out of My Head," "Strange Magic," and "Evil Woman." Though Brunel and Rockpalast duplicate three songs, including Edvard Grieg's monumental "In the Hall of the Mountain King," they serve as better showcases for Lynne as he shouts more at the '76 gig (his tenor works better in a traditional pop context).
The bonus feature offers a brief interview with the outfit, along with sound engineer Rick Pannell. Also, completists should note that the UK version adds two versions of Chuck Berry's "Roll o- ver Beethoven." Audio options include Dolby Digital Stereo, Dolby Digital 5.1, and DTS Surround Sound. Recommended.
Click here for Movie of the Month, Part 23: Everyone Else
Endnote: I usually call this feature Movie of the Month, but DVD of the Month made more sense this time around. Slightly revised from the original text. Image from The Quietus ("Look- ing Back at the Cosmic Career of the Electric Light Orchestra").
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I write about popular music and film and the relationship between the two. I'm Irish on one side, Italian on the other—British on both. I was born in Connecticut (Far From Heaven), raised in Alaska (Northern Exposure), and I've lived in Seattle, WA (Trouble in Mind) since 1988.