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From here on you’re on your own…

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So long, tak for alt og good luck til The Walkmen. Efter showet der blev spillet på Union Transfer i Philadelphia i nat skilles medlemmerne af Verdens Bedste Band, forhåbentlig ‘kun’ for en lang periode, men måske for altid. Her et setlistereferat af sidste nat med kliken:

Red Moon (med Sun Ra Arkestra-folk på blæs)
Canadian Girl
(med Sun Ra Arkestra-folk på blæs)
Thinking of a Dream I Had
On the Water
In the New Year
Blue as Your Blood
Juveniles
I Lost You
The Rat
We Can’t Be Beat
Heaven
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138th Street
We’ve Been Had

BREAKING BAD NEWS: Farvel til The Walkmen?!?

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– We have no future plans whatsoever. I’d call it a pretty extreme hiatus. I don’t think any of us wanted to write another Walkmen-record. Maybe that will change down the line, maybe it won’t, maybe we’ll play shows. I think it’s weird to make a hubbub about something if there’s nothing to really make a hubbub about. At the same time, I don’t think we’ve been a gang properly for a long time, so there’s not much to break up, I guess. I think it’s cool that we’re all still pals and all. It’s nice to be removed from [being a band] and to be friends, or something like that, and to see what happens from there. It’s been almost 14 years now. I think that’s enough, you know?

The Walkmen’s organist m.m. Peter Bauer til Washington Post onsdag, op til Verdens Bedste Band’s for nu sidste to shows, lørdag i Washington og onsdag Philadelphia. Blandt flere Walkmen-soloprojkter under opsejling meldes mest interessant frontfigur Hamilton Leithauser klar med sit solodebutalbum til foråret. På det medvirker også Walkmen-guitarist Paul Maroon. Men venner….det her er overordnet sønderskudte-banegårde-forbandet skibskatastrofe-dårligt nyt!

En sang om liv og død

I see the sword of Damocles
Is right above your head
They’re trying a new treatment
To get you out of bed
But radiation kills both bad and good
It can not differentiate
So to cure you they must kill you
The sword of Damocles hangs above your head

Now I have seen lots of peoples die
From car crashes or drugs
Last night on thirty third street
I saw a kid get hit by a bus
But this drawn out torture over which part of you lives
Is very hard to take
To cure you they must kill you
The sword of Damocles above your head

That mix of morphine and Dexedrine
We use it on the street
It kills the pain and keeps you up
Your very soul to keep
But this guessing game has its own rules
The good don’t always win
And might makes right
The sword of Damocles is hanging above your head

It seems every thing’s done that must be done
From over here though things don’t seem fair
But there are things that we can’t know
Maybe there’s something over there
Some other world that we don’t know about
I know you hate that mystic shit
It’s just another way of seeing
The sword of Damocles above your head

© Lou Reed

Er Nick Cave seriemorder?

Ja, åbenbart. For som Smølle skarpt har gravet frem, har Cave allerede – før Jack & Jones kom på CV’et – begået udåden fra sidste uge en gang tidligere. Altså licenseret sin fine musik ud til at sælge simpelt consumer product. Her er det ‘Red Right Hand’ – som dog alligevel ikke er kommet til at hedde ‘Red Wine Man’ – der i maj måned gjorde den sydaustralske rødvin Barossa ekstra attraktiv og Nick Cave-skæbnesvanger…

Tæller sekunderne ned til det indlæg der næsten må komme her på bloggen, fra en hovedrystende og demoraliseret Webmaster Pastor…

RIP Phil Chevron

Bookmakernes penge vil have været på, at det var The Pogues’ skibsforlis af en frontmand Shane MacGowan, der skulle tage billetten først. Men nej, bandets guitarist Phil Chevron – jeg stødte selv først på ham i 1978, via hans irske punkband The Radiators From Space – måtte i dag gå bort efter længere tids hård sygdom. Her en drøm af en Amerika-sang han begik til The Pogues-albummet If I Should Fall from Grace with God. Det er naturligvis MacGowan der synger ud her…

The island it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Who fortune could not save

Did you work upon the railroad
Did you rid the streets of crime
Were your dollars from the white house
Were they from the five and dime

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
And did they still make you cry
Did you count the months and years
Or did your teardrops quickly dry

Ah, no, says he, ’twas not to be
On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far
That they could change my name

Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
To a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing
Across the western ocean
Their bellies full
Their spirits free
They’ll break the chains of poverty
And they’ll dance

In manhattan’s desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on broadway
Like the first man on the moon

And “the blackbird” broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in brendan behan’s footsteps
I danced up and down the street

Then we said goodnight to broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to mister cohen
Dear old times square’s favorite bard

Then we raised a glass to jfk
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried

Thousands are sailing
Again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we’re mailing
Of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
Where lights don’t glow on christmas trees
But we dance to the music
And we dance

Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where e’er we go we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we dance…

© Phil Chevron

Flyt du bare ind!

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Her på bloggen (og mange andre steder) har der været en del fascination af Marilyn Monroes affære med John F. Kennedy. Her er det seneste kapitel i den gamle, kulørte historie, nemlig en anmeldelse i The Independent af en ny bog af den amerikanske forfatter Christopher Andersen:

The book goes on to quote the late actor Pater Lawford, who married JFK’s sister Patricia in 1954, as saying Monroe called Jackie Kennedy to confess to the affair and to tell her that her husband had already agreed to leave his family and set up home with the actress.

Kennedy is said to have responded: “Marilyn, you’ll marry Jack, that’s great… And you’ll move into the White House and you’ll assume the responsibilities of First Lady, and I’ll move out and you’ll have all the problems”.

 

Ensomhedens gade nr. 9

Vi skal også John Mogensens gribende udgave af “Gentle On My Mind”, der vel endte med at blive en sang om John Mogensen selv. I 2010 forlød det at Ole Bornedal arbejdede på en spillefilm om ham, men siden har jeg ikke hørt nyt om dette projekt.

Både Jens og jeg er i dag ældre end John Mogensen nåede at blive. Det er underligt at tænke på.

Lead Singer Disease

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Der er noget mystisk fascinerende ved at se på bands, der går i opløsning eller skiller sig af med besværlige medlemmer. Der er blevet skrevet rigtig meget om The Beatles og om hvordan det hele gik så galt til sidst. Jeg er nok ikke den eneste, der har skiftevis krummet tæer og taget mig til hovedet mens jeg har set Some Kind Of Monster om Metallicas kvaler. Og det var direkte ubehageligt at være vidne til hvordan Red Hot Chili Peppers i 1996 stod og skændtes helt åbenlyst på Orange Scene. De offentlige skænderier mellem Peter Hook og resten af det gamle New Order er heller ikke rare at læse om.

Den amerikanske psykolog Ruth Blatt har skrevet nogle særdeles interessante artikler om de psykologiske mekanismer, man oplever i et band. Der er meget, man kan lære om organisationer af at se på den helt lille organisation som en musikgruppe typisk er.

Ifølge hende er et af problemerne Lead Singer Disease (LSD).

The psychological term for LSD is narcissism, an inflated sense of self and the constant need to have that inflated self-view reinforced. Narcissists tend to have a sense of entitlement, a desire to be the center of attention, a sense of superiority relative to others, and self-absorption. Many lead singers fit this description to a T.

A recent study suggests that one of the problems of having a narcissist at the helm of the organization is that narcissists do not respond to negative feedback by trying harder or changing what they are doing. Unlike most people, who take negative feedback as an opportunity to reflect on what they could be doing better, narcissist CEOs appear to behave as if everything they do is a success.

For bands, as for companies, this tendency means that it can be difficult if not impossible to criticize the person at the top. Take Steven Tyler, lead singer of Aerosmith. His definition of LSD? “Bone-gnawing, spleen-curdling jealousy of the lead singer in a rock band on the part of other members of the band, erupting in violent blaspheming and tantrums by such members whenever the lead singer’s image appears on the cover of popular magazines.”

Tænker andre end mig på Martin Hall eller Jeff Tweedy her?

Der er nu også en anden mekanisme, som jeg ikke har set Ruth Blatt nævne. Prøv at tænke på Ringo Starr, Andy Fletcher, Bill Berry eller vores egen Henrik Hall. De er eller var alle lidt i baggrunden i deres band (for de tre førstnævntes vedkommende også i bogstavelig forstand), men har alle indtaget rollen som den person, de andre var enige om at synes godt om. Det kan vel også have haft noget at gøre med at alle var glade for at den fælles ven ikke havde noget imod at stå i baggrunden. Da Ringo smækkede med døren under indspilningerne til det “hvide album” (som dokumenteret i Mark Lewisohns bog), var det reelt begyndelsen til enden for The Beatles.

(Da jeg selv studerede, var jeg på et lille hold og var derfor med i en del projektgrupper med samme lille roterende besætning i løbet af min uddannelse, og også vi havde en “Ringo” som sad lidt i baggrunden mens vi andre holdt hanekampene i gang.)

Metallica er vel et eksempel på et band, der ikke havde en “Ringo”. Det er ved at være længe siden at de har lavet interessant musik, men de er til gengæld blevet en oplagt case for psykologer. Måske var det deres oprindelige bassist Cliff Burton der var deres “Ringo”, men da han kom tragisk af dage i en busulykke, gjorde de andre den nye bassist Jason Newsted til prügelknabe. I en dokumentar om bandet fra 2001 på DR3 lagde jeg mærke til at man altid så de to overhunde James Hetfield (der måske, måske ikke har Lead Singer Disease) og Lars Ulrich sammen til interviews, mens det var Newsted og den spagfærdige guitarist Kirk Hammett (der tilsyneladende altid kæmpede en brav kamp for at få lov til at spille soloer), der blev interviewet sammen. To år senere var Newsted gået i vrede, og knudemændene fik deres vilje.

På denne måde får nogle bands et “svingdørsmedlem”, mens resten af besætningen er intakt. Jeg spekulerer på hvordan det mon er at være svingdørs-guitaristen i Red Hot Chili Peppers; det er sikkert sammenligneligt med at være bassist i Metallica.