Put another dime
in the jukebox, baby.
I like more or less all the music, at least all of it’s that written by humans
and performed by musicians, which excludes most
modern industrial.
But Rock is the music of my time and tribe, and while other kinds can make
me dream and weep, it’s the only one where the first guitar chord makes me
smile and before long I can’t not dance.
Half a century
In 1966, shrimpy 11-year-old me was on a pre-Christmas visit to my uncle in
Drumheller, Alberta, and then we drove back to Edmonton, only a few highway
hours but his car heater was on the blink and it was like -20°, so we
stopped in a diner at least once an hour to warm up. In those days, they all
had jukeboxes, and those jukeboxes all had
These Boots Are
Made For Walkin’, and I cadged a quarter at every stop
so I could play it.
What a song — it still gives me a shiver
every time.
Since then, I saw Neil Young’s Rust Never Sleeps tour at Maple
Leaf Gardens, and Springsteen’s Darkness on the Edge of Town
tour, and one of the good Kinks
tours (at their peak their show rivaled Springsteen’s), and an Iggy Pop/Pretenders tour, and the Clash’s second and third North
American tours, and Stevie Ray Vaughan (double bill with Jeff Beck) two weeks
before he died, and a
Michelle Shocked/Public Enemy double bill, and Ronnie
Hawkins in a bar, and Johnny Winter in a bar, and Hot Tuna in a bar, and
Patti Smith in a bar,
and, well, lots more, and that’s just the ones from My Generation.
Lately too
Like the
Tull song says: “No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.”
In recent months I’ve been to a performance of Bach’s Musical
Offering, and it had the most pure beauty, golden arcs and loops
spiraling up into the church’s nave. And I’ve been to one of Patricia Barber’s regular
Monday-night shows at the GreenMill in Chicago, and her band squeezed the most
music into each performance second, passion married to infinite depth and
subtlety.
But screw all that stuff. In October I went to the Livewire Lounge in
Chicago to see
Shonen Knife, who play the purest possible guitar rock really
loud with Japanese accents, and have written a lot of good songs over the
years.
The opening act was
Hotlips Messiah,
pictured above and again below where the singer had
leaped off the stage to engage her #1 fan a little more closely.
Fast loud rock, maybe a little more complicated than it needs to be, but good
stuff.
The Knife girls were awesome as always and I’ll probably buy their latest
record because the songs they said were new were I think better than average
for them, which is strong praise. Below is Atsuko on bass; I posted this on
Twitter and Atsuko liked it!
And then on December 1st, Rock ’n’ Roll gave me the only really great time
I’ve ever had in Las Vegas:
Kings of
Chaos live at the House of Blues, with guest star Billy Gibbons.
Context
I was at
AWS re:Invent 2016, and
could have gone to the party, featuring Martin Garrix.
But all those EDM DJ’s are plastic bobble-heads to me. When I go to a live
show, I wanna see performers perform. DJ’s don’t, really; but don’t
believe me,
take it
from deadmau5.
Kings of Chaos
They’re a pickup band, organized by veteran hard-rock drummer
Matt Sorum, of Guns N’
Roses, Velvet Revolver, the Cult, and so on. The line-up last Thursday, along
with Sorum, included
Billy Duffy (Cult),
Steve Stevens (Billy
Idol, Michael Jackson, etc),
Corey Taylor
(Slipknot),
Robert DeLeo (Stone
Temple Pilots), and
Chester
Bennington (Linkin Park). Here they are (minus Bennington):
The guest star was
Billy Gibbons, and
he obviously had an influence on the
set
list. Here’s the band, with Billy.
Man, that’s a lot of good music. I’ve never been to ZZ Top so it was nice
to hear some of those songs; I’ve always loved Sharp-dressed Man
and especially La Grange, which I’m not going to defend
politically.
But the highlight of the night for me was Going Down, with
four good singers on stage, leaning into the vocals and swapping guitar
licks. Anyhow, good good times.
The songs without Billy were pretty tightly scripted, with the choruses and
solos locked in. These guys may be a pickup band, but they’re polished
professionals who take showing the audience a good time seriously and work
hard at it.
Hey, look they have
a website and they’re touring!
I recommend taking them in if they come near you. Well, only if you like
extremely loud flashy 70s-90s rock, played well.
Comparative musicology
A rock-and-roll lover has to give up a lot. The time is gonna be 4/4, and
the beats are going to be on 2 and 4, and there’s not going to be much in the
way of counterpoint, and there’s only one instrumental voice that matters.
But it’s not as though the notion of less being more is surprising or
controversial. And it’s got a good beat, you could dance to it. I feel so
lucky, musically, to have lived in the decades that I have.