The Return of The Original – American Idol Season 1, 2, 3…11

18 Jan

It's Back!

“American Idol” is the song that never ends, yes it  goes on and on my friends. And it keeps going and going like the Energizer bunny. And, heck, I can make many more pop culture references in regards to the granddaddy of American modern reality talent competitions, but I am going to stop there and conclude with this. “American Idol” has become a staple of American culture – it is the apple pie of talent competitions – if not for it we would not currently be experiencing shows like “America’s Got Talent”, “The Voice”, “The X Factor,” “Dancing With The Stars,” – need I go on? (Okay, I’m sure another show would have come around and sparked this new millennium talent competition craze – but let’s focus on the show that just keeps on breathing.)

Season 11 of “American Idol” begins tonight and it has become a habit of mine to ponder on the day of the season premiere whether or not I am really going to watch the show again. Like many, I have been watching this show since season one and have come back like a bug attracted to light every season even with the knowledge that despite the change of judges,  contestants, songs (not always), and rules; the show will remain ostensibly the same.

So why do you keep watching it Matt? Great question, myself. It is that fateful day again when I perpend my viewership. I come to a similar conclusion prior to episode one each year. I may be watching this out of pure habit – man is a creature of habit – but I believe I watch it because the formula works. “American Idol” has mastered inward rock star “dreams.” If you watch any episode of the show (especially during the auditions) you are bound to hear the word “dream” said by somebody – good or bad singer. Any music lover has at one time in their lives dreamed of being a “rock star.” Think about it. Do you ever sing in the shower and make sure you are in key? Have you ever picked up an instrument (the guitar for example), taught yourself the basics, and started strumming out basic chord progressions and painful vocals? Admit it. We all have a little “rock star” in us and while the dream of being a musician may have died after listening back to the recording of your best James Taylor impression, that doesn’t mean that we cannot live vicariously through those who are exceptionally talented and relatable to us.

That is the purpose of “American Idol.” Some contestants go from everyday Joes or Janes to performing in front of live crowds and it is exciting to watch their rise to success – or cheer against those who annoy you terribly (and there are many). Plus, there are many audacious individuals who try out and are totally worse than you are and they tend to be humorously bad.

So with only a few hours left to go before American Idol Season 11 kicks off I submit this statement. I was in 7th grade when I started watching and I am now commuting into work every morning – I’m not stopping now!

For those who take the annual plight, I commend you. Enjoy Season 11.

That’s One Fuzzy Duck – Having Some Fun With Early 70s Prog Rock

17 Jan
More like Funky Duck – Look at it’s Fro and subtle pimp cane!
Progressive rock is not easily definable. This sounds like a cop out, yes, but I do think that part of the intrigue of this genre is its obscurity. For the sake of continuing this post, I will attempt to define this genre that peaked in popularity during the 70s. Progressive rock (similarly to psychedelic rock) took classic rock and expanded it. It manipulated compositions, added instrumentation, and made music unpredictable. I do think that one of the reasons why bands like the Mothers of Invention, The Beatles, The Beach Boys, Jethro Tull, The Moody Blues (the list goes on) started experimenting with different music was because they were bored.
 
As the progressive rock movement spread (prior to the genre being termed), more and more bands sprouted up – many that are underappreciated (i.e. The United States of America, Gentle Giant, Amon Duul), but even many of those bands became cult sensations.
 
Today we are going to talk about a band that missed the boat entirely, never gaining much fame with their unique brand of progressive rock (I’ll save a more in depth analysis of my love for progressive rock later – the genre does house my favorite band of all time Pink Floyd). So may I introduce to you the one and only hairy fowl and introduce them to the obscure classic rock section of our humble castle.
 
Fuzzy Duck – yes that is the cover of the band’s eponymous first album (and what an album cover it is) – was formed in London in 1970 and it featured a few train-hopping musicians who experienced progressive rock from the perspective of a few oddly named bands. The original line-up consisted of guitarist/vocalist Grahame White, bassist Mick Hawksworth (formerly of Andromeda), keyboardist Roy Sharland, and drummer Paul Francis (formerly of Tucky Buzzard). Just before the band’s first and only album was released White left and was replaced by guitarist/vocalist Garth Watt Roy who was featured on the bands two 1971 singles before they all parted ways by the end of 1971.
 
In a way the short life of Fuzzy Duck feels like the relationship between Brenda and Eddie from Billy Joel’s “Scenes From an Italian Restaurant” – where the couple gets married during the summer of ’75 and has had it already during the same summer (and get a divorce as a matter of course). But before the band parted the closest of friends (okay, I’ll stop with the Joel references), they did release some music and I want to highlight two of their songs (tracks 1 and 2 on their album) in this post.
 
 
The song begins with a groovy 70’s riff over drums and harmony. As the song progressed we are introduced to a few elements that are identifiable as progressive rock. The tremendous organ solo at around the 1:40 mark is a classic signifier. Sharland kills it during this intense solo. The song (4:10 mark) also uses production techniques like displacing sound – another element that progressive rocks played with. A fuzzy guitar solo follows and leads into the choral harmonies that persist throughout the song. One of my favorite parts of this song is the skilled bass of  Hawksworth. A solid bass can do more than simply carry rhythm and in “Time Will Be Your Doctor” it makes the song. Many view etheriality and airiness as two elements necessary in progressive rock, but this is simply not true. Progressive rock extended way beyond that realm – as proven by Fuzzy Duck and many other bands.
 
 
“Mrs Prout” immediately hits listeners with a wavy guitar that oscillates through different speakers and a strong rhythmic bass. It feels like early Progressive/Hard rock that did go on to inspire future hard rock/metal bands. An eerie alien keyboard leads into the beginning of a fine vocal by Grahame White. The song continues in this vein for a good amount of time – a constant, complacent beat. At around three minutes bass and drums begin to take the song over and a guitar quickly decides to join in on the impromptu jam that is funky and excellent. An organ rises and begins to drown out the small jam – and this continues until the end. I love the instrumental portion of the song. I feel that Fuzzy Duck’s true strength is there as well.

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Burton Cummings and Don McLean at NYCB Theater at Westbury- An “American” Night

16 Jan

Theater At Westbury

I am always envious of those who live near big venues because often a long travel can be a deterrent from seeing a concert. What I seem to forget is that I do live near an excellent venue that I should appreciate. The NYCB Theater at Westbury, which is a quick five-minute drive from my house, is one of the premier concert venues in Long Island, and while it may not attract The Rolling Stones (it does only accommodate 3,000), it does bring in its fair share of great artists – two of whom I went to see this weekend.
At face, Don McLean and Burton Cummings seem like an odd concert pairing. One made his contribution as a laid-back American singer-songwriter whose iconic hit “American Pie” will forever be recognized as one of the most influential songs of the 20th century. This of course is Don McLean. Cummings, on the other hand, is a vivacious Canadian piano player with a powerful croon and flute-playing skill. He and his band The Guess Who, during the years of 1965-1975, were not only one of the most productive bands in Canada, but also were one of the hardest working acts in all of rock music. They released several hits like “These Eyes,” “Undun,” and, of course, “American Woman.”
So when my brother, father, and I arrived to Westbury we were ready for a rocking “American” night that would feature two rock classics. That is exactly what we received.

Bye Bye Ms. American Thumb

 Westbury has a habit of saying concerts are going to begin at 8 p.m. and then not starting them until 8:30 p.m. Yes, this happens at other arenas too, but Westbury’s tardiness is constant. This is not a problem. They clearly want guests to spend as much time buying drinks in the lobby area as possible. I can’t blame them. Prior to the concert on Saturday, we thought we obviated the need to arrive at the venue 30 minutes early. If we strolled in at 8 p.m. – and watched as much of the exciting Saints vs. 49ers game as possible, we would be none the worse for wear. Yes, we certainly were going to outwit the theater.
The concert started promptly at 8 p.m. We had to scurry to our seats in the dark and be “those idiots” who stroll in late and now obstruct the vision of everyone in the section. Luckily, we had end seats so we were able to just sit down and begin to enjoy Don McLean, who came on first with a small band. He wore jeans and a puffy blue button-down. His hair is still there, and, more importantly, so is his voice.
McLean seemed like he was enjoying himself on stage – a consummate troubadour always likes to tell stories. His acoustic was well-played, despite some sound problems which made the low-end a little choppy and clunky. Unfortunately, he didn’t play “Vincent,” my favorite song by him. He did play “And I Love You So,” which is one of the more popular tracks off of his debut 1970 album Tapestry (Carole King’s Tapestry was released in 1971 – by the way). He also played his cover of Roy Orbison’s “Crying” which, in my opinion, is one of the only covers that does the original any justice. Do keep in mind Orbison has an operatic voice and the end of the song is like the climax of “Unchained Melody” – untouchable for most singers.
Why does McLean’s version work so well? McLean is a rockabilly throwback who mixes this style of music with 60’s rock n’ roll (he actually said this during the concert). His voice is tinged with Orbison-like rockabilly and tenderness.
Of course, McLean ended the concert with “American Pie” and wow it itself was worth the price of admission. Everyone in the crowd seemed to know every word and we were singing with McLean, who knew it. He encouraged everyone to sing along – even repeating the first verse after getting a standing ovation when everyone thought the song was over. Now I can tell everyone I saw McLean perform “American Pie” live. Awesome.
 

After a short intermission, Burton Cummings was introduced with his band, and he came out ready to rock. Cummings was upbeat, energetic, excited, fill in the adjective. His voice is supreme. It has an edge that can be adjusted for blues and it has a soft side for softer songs. Let me premise this by saying it was an absolute pleasure to share a night of music with such a legendary musician – who not enough people know about.

And that’s the thing. He, with the Guess Who, wrote songs like “No Time,” “Undun,” “These Eyes,” “Laughing,” “Hand me Down World,” “American Woman,” fill-in the song. He co-wrote several hits with Randy Bachman, who later formed BTO. Cummings was the lifeblood of The Guess Who and is one of the best musicians from Canada, ever. That is a bold, declarative statement – but I truly believe it. (Wondering What John Phillips of  Is It Possible to See It All thinks of that).

Cummings trucked through favorites and chatted with the crowd expressing his gratitude and strong dislike for the band that is currently touring as the Guess Who right now – which is justified as he truly is the band. His supporting band was strong and fun. It truly made for an exciting night. A night that was capped by an awesome performance of “American Woman.”

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A Man of Many Different Parts – New Music from Andrew Sheron

13 Jan

Andrew Sheron

 
Andrew Sheron is a multi-instrumentalist from Brooklyn, NY who refuses to be bogged down by genre constraints. What do I mean? Sheron’s nine-song debut release Travelling Time which he released with his band Everyman of Parts is an excellent example of musical diversity. I cannot label it because each song has its own distinctive flavoring. The album is like a layered dip – you scoop the concoction up with a chip and, is that guacomole?
 
Travelling Time , which can be streamed in full for free on Everyman of Parts’ bandcamp (click Travelling Time), features a wide gamut of influences. We move from conventional folk to funk to alternative metal to classic rock to jazzy piano. When an artist attempts to tackle so many influences in nine songs the result is usually disastrous, but Sheron and his band delicately interweave these influences back-to-back so listeners are able to follow along and enjoy the music.
 
The best way to review an album like this is to just get to the music. The curious bunch has already clicked on the link above and are listening to some of the songs. If you haven’t, no worries, I am going to highlight a few tracks from the album that I am enjoying on my first listen.
 
Before I get to this, some long-time readers of the Music Court may recognize the last name Sheron. You are not losing your mind. He is related to Daniel Sheron of Balto who we featured way back in April of 2011 (okay not really way back). You can read that post here.
 
Now let’s move on with the show.
 
 
We are starting with an upbeat tune called “Display Case” that infuses indie sensibilities with pure funk. I think the funky, skillful guitar is well done by Sheron. The piano, which is also played by him, carries this 60’s Hammond organ theme that I not only enjoy, but also respect. I love tangible hearing classic rock influences in modern music. The backing horns in the culminating choruses are excellent – credit to Joseph Peterson – Trombone and Marc Plotkin – Alto Saxophone  as well as the horn arrangers Anne H. Goldberg and Sheron himself. This is a treat.
 
 
“Are you Cold” begins with a simple Cat Stevens’-like acoustic guitar riff. This song features Sheron’s voice which is smooth, tender, and emotional. He is clear and concise. The lyrics are able to shine through and gems like the lyric, “I wonder if she’s beautiful to me because she’s frail, and if under her distrust and pain I’ll find my holy grail,” shine. The song rises with strings and bravo to Christopher Marion – Strings & String Arrangements – the strings are perfect, especially the end. The harmony that creeps into the song before Andrew Sheron’s awesome falsetto is wonderful. The song is itself a beautiful portrayal of insecurity.
 
 
I am bouncing between tracks. This is track three on the album and, wow, a bit of a difference right. This was what I labeled alternative metal. It seriously sounds like Rage Against the Machine. And it is so unexpected. The grunginess in the vocal is actually well done. There is an interesting harmony that meshes well with the highlighted blues. There is also a wall of sound effect that the heavy guitar and drums (excellent in every song – kudos to Alex Raderman) fosters.
 
 
The last song on the album, “The End of the Rope” is my favorite. There is an obvious soberness to the sound but that does not mean that the song is downright lachrymose and depressing. No. I feel that it is more just an introduction to the neat jazzy part that you are about to experience. Wait for it. Yes, there is the piano. Sheron is a great musician. This airy solo features so many influences. There is an element of bassy grunge, acoustic folk, jazzy piano, and vocal honest. It is a perfect close to an excellent debut release.
 
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Burial – Untrue

12 Jan


Hey everyone. I’m going back to the UK for some moody electronic music. I’m not going to say much in order to sound depressing. Only just that I love dark wet lukewarm winters.

Burial released his award winning album Untrue in 2007 – his second full length album. He himself actually remained anonymous until 2008. He revealed his identity in order to accept his award and stated that he just wants to remain a low key music producer.

People say that he redefined dubstep. His music has elements of 2-step, ambient, and house. If you think you are about to hear dirty wobbles then please leave. Or stay. This is much better than any wobbles could ever be.

“Archangel” begins with one of the coolest beats out there. You try to wrap your mind around it, but you cannot comprehend what is going on. The vocal samples are cutup in such a manner that it sounds like you listening to a ghostly love-story. The way the pitches of the samples are altered create a mock-melody which when supported by the violin-synths creates a rather atmospheric experience.

The music is technically dance, so yes it does drag out with a repetitive beat, but don’t let that distract you from the small changes going on. The general feeling is what counts. The burning crisp in the background, changes in frequency, as well as changes in the vocal samples all make for the effect as if the song was angry and therefore ending  in a moody upset sort of way.

“Ghost Hardware” is one of the dreamiest dubstep songs out there. An ambient synth and female vocal samples introduce the beat. The beat again is unmatchable and this time random noises are included. My favorites are the bullet casings falling to the ground and the sound of the tape being ejected. The different vocal samples are what really shine here. He picked the perfect samples to make those important builds and then relieves them with the suddenness or the “Love you” sample. A very circular experience. Wait for the random Brittish man to speak towards the end because it signifies a pretty nice stall. All I can picture is floating in a dark tide.

Listen to this song while driving on a rainy night. Only then will you truly be able to appreciate this song as well as all of Burial’s music. Such complex music is far above any sort of simple wobbles and don’t be upset if you don’t understand it. You probably just don’t have the proper range of emotions.

And if you choose to challenge that then maybe listen to the song below entitled “Ego”. It’s actually a collaboration between Burial, Thom Yorke, and Four Tet and slightly more on the house side. Regardless, this song is how I got my superior sense of emotions and moodiness.

&)

-oko

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