Archive for October, 2013

If This Is Bowie’s Reading List, Wouldn’t You Love To See Eno’s?

Posted in Music with tags , on October 3, 2013 by johnbuckley100

We’re always a little suspicious of people who publish their long list of favorite books, as you know there have to be at least some chosen for effect.  But as a compendium of favorites go, this list of 100 books submitted by David Bowie is pretty great.

We wish he had listed Bellow’s Mr. Sammler’s Planet, instead of Herzog. But he sure picks the right Martin Amis novel when he cites Money.

All of the music histories listed, from Greil Marcus’s Mystery Train to Peter Guralnik’s Sweet Soul Music hit the spot, and there are some truly unexpected gems, like Jessica Mitford’s The American Way of Death, and that late-70s college fave, Julian Jaymes’ The Origins of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind.

Okay, it’s undoubtedly great that he has DeLillo’s White Noise, but it would have been so much better if he’d had Great Jones Street, with its evocation of a Dylan-like protagonist with the great rock star name of Bucky Wunderlick whose Basement Tapes analog is sought by one and all while he hides out in Lower Manhattan.  Or how about Running Dog, which is a play on a late ’70s Rolling Stone and the quest for a sex tape starring Hitler?

And where are Gravity’s Rainbow and Mason and Dixon?

Oh, that’s right, it’s his list, not mine.

Still, as rock star reading goes, this is all first rate.

And now from Brian Eno’s list…

Showing Stamina

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on October 2, 2013 by johnbuckley100

The long summer continues into October, and so do the city’s flowers.  Leica M, 50mm Noctilux.

Showing Stamina

Velvet Underground Continue To Empty The Cupboard

Posted in Music with tags , , on October 2, 2013 by johnbuckley100

Woo hoo. Now White Light/White Heat gets the three-CD treatment.  We can’t wait to hear the outtakes, but mostly we can’t wait to hear the live album, from 1967, that will see the first light of day.

Since the release last year of the complete The Velvet Underground & Nico offered so much archival goodness, we can only assume what follows: yep, a completists’ dream: a three-disk version of The Velvet Underground, which we’ve already had improved by the alternative vocal tracks in the “Closet Mix” on Peel Slowly And See.

And when we hear the new live album from ’67, bear in mind one of the great moments of kismet and contrast in rock’n’roll history: the cosmic joke that saw both Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and that first Velvets album released on the same day. While kids with longish hair everywhere were groking to the sounds of “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds,” somewhere on the Lower East Side Lou Reed was performing “Heroin” for 22 people.

This is going to be good.

 

Through A Glass, Darkly

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on October 1, 2013 by johnbuckley100

Leica M, 50mm Noctilux.  Taken while wandering through Dumbarton Oaks.  The couple was waiting for their picture to be taken, but while the photographer fumbled with her iPhone, we saw our chance.

Through A Looking Glass

David Lowery’s Fair Fight

Posted in Music with tags , , , , , on October 1, 2013 by johnbuckley100

The New York Times has an interesting piece today on David Lowery and his fight against the low-wage economics of being a musician in the age of Spotify and Pandora.  It references Lowery’s evisceration of that NPR intern who boasted last year that, while she loves music, she couldn’t imagine actually paying for all the songs on her hard drive, and reports on his lonely battle to get greater equity for musicians and songwriters who get paid fractions of a penny every time a song of theirs is played on Internet radio services.

In a wonderfully clueless and haughty dismissal of Lowery’s importance as an artist — “As the leader of the bands Camper Van Beethoven and Cracker, Mr. Lowery had a modicum of fame in the ’80s and ’90s” — Ben Sisario reveals the mindset of those who would view Lowery as merely a cranky old man (54) telling the kids not only to get off his lawn, but to pay up for apples they took while on his property.  Sisario does report fairly on the lonely battle Lowery is waging as a recording artist with the quaint belief that he ought to be paid for the music he’s produced — which just might happen to reside as a file on, well, some 20-year old NPR intern’s computer.  He accurately paints the portrait of his isolation.  But the tone of the piece is to look at Lowery like he’s some museum piece, an old coot, complaining about how he’s been ripped off.  We’ll remember this editorial stance the next time a New York Times editor whines about the Huffington Post.

What Lowery is attempting to do is bring facts, borne of his personal experience, so that people understand the low-wage serfdom to which Internet radio subjects recording artists.  As between outright stealing of music and services like Spotify, which at least pay artists a wage, however meager, obviously the latter is preferable.  The right way to think of Lowery’s campaign is as a fact-based effort to raise the wages of songwriters and recording artists.  One can dismiss him as a grumpy old man complaining about the post-Internet economy for musicians.  Or you can see him for what he is: one of the most enduring recording and live artists of our time who has the balls to mount a thankless fight seeking equity for artists currently subject to being paid in crumbs, if at all.