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Richard Hell’s “Destiny Street Repaired”

Posted in Music with tags , , , on April 21, 2010 by johnbuckley100

Who among us would not like to have a mulligan in life, an ability to go back to the mess we may have been at an earlier age and take another swing at things? Last year Richard Hell took the tracks to his 1982 release Destiny Street and recut the vocals and virtually all of the lead guitar parts, substituting Bill Frissell, Marc Ribot, and Ivan Julian for Naux and Robert Quine.  He did this because when Destiny Street was recorded, Hell was a mess.  As an adult, Lester Meyers decided to go back and “fix” what his alter ego produced way back when.

Except it doesn’t work.  I mean, not at all.  I admire Lester, in his guise as front man for the Voidoids, and as a pretty interesting novelist writing under the name of “Richard Hell.”  But Hell’s bells, he may have been nodding off when he recorded Destiny Street, but there is no real improvement in his voice, 27 years after the fact, and I’ll just say it: obliterating the late Bob Quine’s lead guitar work on songs like “Going Going Gone” and “Time” is a crime against art.

I’ve listened to the two versions of the album side by side.  The songs I never really cared for on the original album are at best modestly improved.  The songs I adore are flat out ruined, and for one big reason.  I’ve never been a huge fan of Ribot or Frisell, though I respect them, and of course I love Ivan Julian’s work, whether as a guitarist with the Voidoids or as producer of the Fleshtones.  But Bob Quine was hands down the most interesting, canniest guitarist of his day.  I would listen to — have listened to — Lloyd Cole just to hear Quine’s aggression and twisted logic spring notes like coils through a dusty couch.  And here Hell/Meyers plows over Quine’s performance to have them updated by others.  It’s like someone doing a scrape-off of a Frank Lloyd Wright home in order to build something a little more comfortable by a hip new architect.

Richard Hell and Voidoids, in both Blank Generation and Destiny Street were pretty unique among punk bands, in that they could really swing.  Whether it was Mark Bell or Fred Maher on drums, or Ivan Julian or Bob Quine playing lead, these guys cornered tight and were light as cats.  Hell’s messiness was charming.  That by ’82 he was down to putting out records on Marty Thau’s label, and lost Quine’s services to Lou Reed; that in those days even NME was alluding to how stoned he was when they’d run into him at a Crazy Eddie’s, kinda doesn’t matter to the rest of us.  It mattered to Hell/Meyers, so he went in and “Repaired” his record.  Only he didn’t.

The release yesterday of “Plundered My Soul” shows a band respecting what they did in the original session, seemingly “repairing” things only at the margin. Today’s Times has a story on a Picasso — damaged when a woman fell through it — which at last has been stitched back together and is back on display at the Met.  Destiny Street Repaired, I am very sad to say, is closer to what happened when that women fell through the Picasso, rather than the careful restoration of a precious work of art.

Tropical Disease

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on April 21, 2010 by johnbuckley100

In honor of the Stones’ release of “Plundered My Soul,” from the sessions for the album that was to be kn0wn as Tropical Disease.  Leica M9, outdoors in Georgetown, with the Nokton f/1.

Stones’ “Plundered My Soul” Out

Posted in Music with tags , , on April 21, 2010 by johnbuckley100

Have you ever had a dream where a deceased loved one is alive and talking to you?  That’s a little bit what it’s like to hear the glorious “Plundered My Soul,” out this week as a teaser from the forthcoming Rolling Stones reissue of Exile On Main Street. Hearing Keith Richards singing, not croaking, backup vocals, not to mention Nicky Hopkins on piano, is surreal — and wonderful.  The song has a definite “Tumbling Dice” vibe, but is no augmented fragment — from the great and fully formed lyrics to the performance by seemingly the whole Exile-era band, this feels steeped in the dank basement musk of Villefranche-sur-Mer.

Just where did this song fit in the recording sessions that made up the Exile-era?  We know that tracks for “Stop Breaking Down” were recorded as early as 1970 in Olympic Studios in London, and that the backup vocals for “Tumbling Dice” and “All Down The Line,” for example, were recorded in the Spring of ’72 in LA.  Sounds here like aspects of the background vocals — Mick singing falsetto, for example, which he didn’t really begin to do in earnest til later in the ’70s — were probably what they added most recently in the studio.  Moreover, there’s a trace of an organ in the background, which does make one wonder whether Billy Preston might be in there somewhere.

But you can’t bring Nicky Hopkins into the studio these days; he’s gone to the same place where Keith’s high-end vocals went.  It sounds like the lead is Keith, not Mick Taylor, but I could be wrong.

This feels a little bit like that first time you heard “Tumbling Dice” blaring from a dorm room window in May ’72.  A thrill, and a tonic to the soul.

It’s Spring: Enough Said

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on April 14, 2010 by johnbuckley100

Leica M9, Nokton f/1, ISO 80, Georgetown USA

Alex Chilton Died Because He Didn’t Have Health Insurance

Posted in Music with tags on April 14, 2010 by johnbuckley100

Sad, amazing story in the New Orleans Times-Picayune.  Alex Chilton’s Life In New Orleans Was A Mystery, And That’s How The Big Star Singer Wanted It

Easter Eve

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on April 4, 2010 by johnbuckley100

Leica M9, ISO 400, 35mm pre-Asph Summicron Version IV

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