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SIRIUS/XMU :: Aquarium Drunkard Show (Noon EST, Channel 35)

Our weekly two hour show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35, can be heard twice every Friday — Noon EST with an encore broadcast at Midnight EST.

SIRIUS 413: Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ Oliver — Off On A Trek ++ Linda Perhacs — Paper Mountain Man ++ David Wiffen — Never Make A Dollar That Way ++ David Crosby — I’d Swear There Was Somebody There ++ Neil Young — The Old Laughing Lady ++ Ellen McIlwaine — Can’t Find My Way Home ++ Dungen - Franks Kaktus . . .

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Bembeya Jazz National :: Regard sur le Passé

We recently took a look at Bembeya Jazz National’s “Petit Sekou,” a sultry and Latin-inspired slice of late 70’s West African psychedelic rock. Slightly sinister in groove, it finds the group in a free spirited moment of unadulterated cool. But the group’s origins lie  largely in the politics of their West African home.

In the aftermath of the Guinean Independence in 1958 and through the cultural policy of "authenticité", which encouraged cultural pride, numerous bands were created throughout . . .

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Neko Case :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

“It’s exciting and kind of spooky!” Neko Case writes in the liner notes of Truckdriver, Gladiator, Mule the new eight-album boxset collecting her entire discography, from her 1997 debut The Virginian to 2013’s The Worse Things Get, the Harder I Fight, the Harder I Fight, the More I Love You, summing up her reflections on 18 years of riveting, fierce, and beautiful music. Case is a singular artist, possessing a powerful, blustery voice and a black coffee sense of humor, and over two decades she’s crafted murder ballads and torch songs, heartbreakers and head bruisers, building complex worlds where forces of nature collide with confused characters. She sings her lyrics collage style, slipping between settings and times, and her arrangements often morph around her voice, shifting from twangy noir to charging pop.

Case’s work is often difficult to categorize, and stronger because of it. She’s a true original, connected to the wellspring of American roots music but always able to rocket that voice of hers into the stratosphere. Listen to “Star Witness” or “Night Still Comes,” for those moments where she belts it out full force; Neko Case makes exciting and spooky music.

Aquarium Drunkard spoke with Case via telephone from New York, where she ate a quick breakfast of oatmeal while discussing women with guitars, the punkness of gospel, and the violent nature of her lyrics.

Neko Case :: Deep Red Bells

Aquarium Drunkard: This boxset is really beautiful. 18 years of songs – do I have that right? Maybe a little more?

Neko Case: I wanted my own Roman column, essentially, but they don’t make those anymore, so I put out a boxset.

AD:Was it weird looking at your work in this sort of compact way, putting it all into one thing? Was that a strange feeling?

NC: It makes you look at time differently. Basically, I was shocked at how much time had gone by, but how brief it all feels. I’m not even really partway through my career yet, so some people have said, “Why are you putting out a boxset if you’re not near death or something?” I’m like, “Why not? I want to go to my own funeral.”

I just have so much so much stuff that I’ve collected over the years. [Through] working with my friend [artist] Kathleen Judge, who I work with a lot on stuff, and my friend Randy Iwata from Mint Records, I just realized how much stuff I have. I was planning on making a book that spanned my entire career, [featuring] photos and ephemera and writing, and I realized that there was no fucking way I could get even a little of it into an 80-page book. [Laughs] I realized I had to write a whole other book [to go along with the photo book], so I’m working on that now. Ideas make other ideas, which is a great thing and also a kind of unfortunate thing if you don’t like working. If it was just me who made all this stuff I wouldn’t be able to stand dealing with it. [I’d get] so fucking sick of myself. But there’s a lot of people I’ve worked with, so I’m looking forward to celebrating their efforts and telling demeaning, hilarious stories about them, and how they pooped their pants at the Shoney’s in Natchez. There’s no drug addicts or serial adulterers in my band. We have to just get the dirt that we got, so there’s an occasional pants pooping or maybe spilling salsa in the van, because rock & roll is some wild shit.

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Scott Fagan :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

I found my copy of Scott Fagan’s lp South Atlantic Blues at a used record shop about 12 years ago. It looked too good to be true, sitting in front of The Nightfly (note: Donald’s surname is Fagen with an ‘e’). The back jacket noted a shared producer with Pearls Before Swine (Elmer Jared Gordon), thanked his drinking partner (also his co-writer, Joe Kookoolis), and gave an “island toast to Victor Brady and his steel pans.” I was sold. When I put the record on, it was nothing like what I expected and much better for it. Not really a folk-y album, it was more abstract, and Fagan sounded desperate and dramatic, like Arthur Lee or Scott Walker. The choruses opened up like a minimalist version of The Left Banke. It sounded like a record that would have been on ESP-Disk or Elektra, not ATCO.

My 2003 Google search yielded more mystery than answers. He recorded a second album, Many Sunny Places (RCA, 1975), influenced by growing up in the Virgin Islands. He co-wrote a rock opera, Soon, starring Richard Gere and Nell “Gimme A Break!” Carter that ran briefly on Broadway, he was mentored by Doc Pomus, and he is the biological father of Stephin Merritt of The Magnetic Fields. And, it turns out I wasn’t his first superfan: Jasper Johns created a lithograph inspired by South Atlantic Blues, titled Scott Fagan Record. Art inspired by his music has hung in the MOMA and the Met, and South Atlantic Blues sits in bins forgotten? Until now.

The liner notes to this, the 2015 reissue, are extensive, including an interview between Fagan and Merritt, and other articles (The Guardian, Yahoo News , The Village Voice) have already done a great job of discussing the record’s history. So here are the highlights from my hour and a half conversation with Fagan. The bits where we talk about the weather, agree on our mutual worldview complaints, and my gushing have all been removed. I don’t know why or what I have to gain from being on the other end of a telephone with a musician I admire, other than sometimes you hear a record you love so much that you want more. South Atlantic Blues is that kind of record.

Scott Fagan :: In My Head

Aquarium Drunkard: You were discovered by Doc Pomus when you came to NYC from the Virgin Islands. In the liner notes, it says your mother gave you his phone number. Pomus was one of the biggest songwriters in the world at that time. Why did your mom have his number?

Scott Fagan: My father was a jazz musician. My mom’s twin sister was a visual artist. We went to St. Thomas because there was an arts colony there. This number came to her through a friend, who was friend of a friend of a guy. Doc was anonymous at the time. I call him when I get to New York, and he said, “Come on over to the hotel”. He was at the Forrest Hotel, so I have a sense that he is important. I walked in the Forrest Hotel, and Doc is sitting on this triple bed, wrapped in a sheet like a Roman toga dude. He beckoned me to foot of his bed, and said, “Let me hear what you got.” I sang a couple songs I had written, and when I was done, he signed me to his production company and gave me a room. Doc said go on over to Associated Studio and record those songs. Doc wanted me to get comfortable in the studio. While we were preparing for the record, I was signed by Columbia, Bang, Dot, Atco [for singles].

AD: One of those songs you wrote with Pomus (and his partner, Mort Shuman), “Cry ‘Til My Tears Come Dry,” was recorded by Irma Thomas (and later Linda Ronstadt). Did you imagine yourself making a living as a staff writer or did you always want to be a recording artist?

Scott Fagan: I viewed myself as a singer, but I started to write at 9 years old. I knew I had enough to say and needed to learn to write.

AD: You have such a distinct vocal delivery. Who were the singers you admired at the time?

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Idrissa Soumaoro & L’eclipse :: Fama Allah

An emphatic high-five to the European label Sing a Song Fighter (in partnership with Mississippi Records), for digging up this brilliant lost gem. In 1978, Malian musician Idrissa Soumaoro was leading a music school for the blind in the Malian capital of Bamako and, together with two of his students, cut this raw and blazing masterpiece of Afro-psych-funk -- an lp entitled Le Tioko-Tioko. Dubbing his student band L’Eclipse (a duo that would later come to be known . . .

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Tinariwen :: Live In Paris

Tinariwen is a perennial favorite here at AD, and the Touareg band has just released their first proper "live" album, recorded in Paris at the Théî¢tre des Bouffes du Nord last December. Tinariwen's prowess as a "live" band cannot be overstated. Their rapturous style of Saharan guitar music is wholly captivating in the flesh, and their studio albums are mostly comprised of live takes captured in the open-air silence of the desert. What elevates this concert from mere soiree to f . . .

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Neil Young :: Bluenote Café

"You know, I used to be pissed off at Bobby Darin because he changed styles so much. Now I look at him and I think he was a fucking genius." - Neil Young, 1988

Neil Young took his fans on a wild ride in the 1980s, dabbling in synth-pop, rockabilly, country and finally, blues rock on the This Note's For You LP with a big band Neil dubbed the Bluenotes. It's not a great album by any stretch of the imagination, hampered by tinny production and uninspired performances. But the Bluenotes were a force to be reckoned with onstage, and they get their due on the latest in Neil's Performance Series live archive releases,  Bluenote Café.

Recorded in 1987 and 1988,  Bluenote Café's two discs capture the BIG sound of the Bluenotes, with brass heavy arrangements and a lively vibe framing Young's impassioned guitar playing and singing. While some of the originals Neil cooked up for the Bluenotes are little more than variations on tried-and-true R&B changes, they're always attacked vigorously and mercilessly. And in typical Young-ian fashion, many of the best Bluenotes tunes didn't actually see official release at the time -- the Sinatra-esque "Big Room" and the brooding "Bad News Comes To Town" and the epic "Ordinary People" among them.

There are some seriously intense musical moments here, including the fiery "Crime In The City," the slow-burn "Don't Take Your Love Away" and, best of all, the gripping "Twilight," as Young's tortured guitar plays against a lockstep rhythm and groaning horns. Finishing the set is a legitimately terrifying, almost 20-minute trip through "Tonight's The Night," with Neil and co. taking Bruce Berry's Econoline van for a demented joyride -- and driving the whole thing right off a cliff. The Bluenotes may have ended up as just a footnote in Neil Young's long, strange career. but  Bluenote Café  shows that they burned brightly there for a short while. words / t wilcox

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Invitation to Openness: The Jazz & Soul Photography of Les McCann

“We all have these abilities. What I’m saying is, ‘Use them! Get into it deeper! Go for it even more!’” – Les McCann

At the piano, Les McCann is a dominating soul jazz force, but unbeknownst to many, he lived a double life behind the camera. He shot thousands of photos throughout his long career, collecting beautiful and candid shots of those with him at the forefront of black culture. McCann’s photography is exhibited in Fantagraphics’ Invitation to Openness: The Jazz & Soul Photography of Les McCann, which collects his photos from 1960-1980, compiled by longtime manager Alan Abrahams and writer/archivist Pat Thomas.

Upon moving to Los Angeles, Thomas paid McCann a visit, having worked with him on reissues of albums from his back catalog. Hanging out in his apartment, admiring the pianist’s watercolor paintings, Thomas happened upon a photo of Jimmy Carter. “It was a professional looking photo, but I just thought, ‘I wonder if Les took that?’” Thomas says. He inquired, and McCann surprised him. “He grabbed a bunch of very dusty 8x10s from near his bed, and there’s Duke Ellington, Miles Davis, Nina Simone, and he says, ‘Oh yeah man, I’ve been taking photos for years.’”

McCann’s eye for the moment is astonishing. You see it in Count Basie’s wide smile, in the ecstatic photos of drummer Sonny Payne, in the passionate shots of Stevie Wonder, Nancy Wilson, Mahalia Jackson, Pops Staples Tina Turner, and Lou Rawls, along with many more. “It’s almost easier to list who’s not in the book,” Thomas says. “There’s Coltrane, Miles, Duke, Louis Armstrong, Cannonball…basically every major jazz artist, then you throw in Stokely Carmichael, Martin Luther King, Redd Foxx. It’s something.”

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Happy Thanksgiving :: Doug Sahm And Friends — Austin, TX 1972

Tradition runs rampant around Thanksgiving: generations of old recipes, football, Alice’s Restaurant, The Last Waltz, and, of course, a parade of balloons shutting down NYC. What else do you need? If you thought you were covered in the Thanksgiving tradition department, we did too…until a few years ago, when someone blew the dust off a long lost tape – Doug Sahm’s Thanksgiving Jam.

Thanksgiving weekend, 1972: the Grateful . . .

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Staple Singers: Faith And Grace – A Family Journey 1953-1976

The first thing you hear as you set the needle down on “Faith and Grace” is the spectral sound of Roebuck “Pops” Staples’ guitar, and then the voices of his children, Mavis, Cleotha, Pervis, and Yvonne. These are the first sounds the Staple Singers put to tape, huddled around a microphone in 1953, recording for the first time for the Royal label in Chicago. “Faith and Grace” was issued along with “These Are They” that year, and the songs have remained unavailable until now, with the release of Faith and Grace: A Family Journey 1953-1976, which includes them on a 7” single along with four discs of music which charts much of the band’s lifespan, documenting their journey from gospel powerhouse to the “house band” of the civil rights movement, from righteous soul ballads to sly, slinky anthems. The band serves as a through line from the blues to gospel, from folk to funk, an American institution defined by the unique sonic qualities of Pops’ trembling guitar and Mavis’ powerful voice and a dedication to their personal faith.

The Staple Singers :: Low Is The Way

“Up until hip-hop, they touched on all these essential sounds of their times,” says Joe McEwen, producer of Faith and Grace, though the combo’s bluesy grooves would be sampled by Big Daddy Kane, Salt-N-Pepa, UGK, and Nelly. The Staples’ style and story was “spectacular” one, McEwen says. The boxset caps off a historic year for the Staples, during which the family’s story, and the late Pops’ in particular, was illuminated in panoramic style. First came the release of Pops’ final recordings, Don’t Lose This, completed by Mavis Staples and Jeff Tweedy, then, the remarkable Freedom Highway Complete, a live Staples set recorded at New Nazareth Missionary Baptist Church in Chicago in April 1965, at the height of the Civil Rights movement. With Faith and Grace, which includes the group’s earliest recordings, one’s able to trace American musical history.

“I look at Pops as the visionary of the family,” McEwen says. “His story is incredibly compelling, beginning with his birth and childhood on the famous Dockery Plantation, which was home to Charley Patton, Robert Johnson, and Howlin’ Wolf, among many others, and then his story subsequent, that he chose the path of the gospel and not the blues – though he learned to play guitar from Charley Patton – and carved out a singular path and sound for himself and his family.”

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SIRIUS/XMU :: Aquarium Drunkard Show (Noon EST, Channel 35)

Our weekly two hour show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35, can now be heard twice, every Friday — Noon EST with an encore broadcast at Midnight EST.

SIRIUS 412: Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ Jimmie Sphreeris ++ David Behrman - Interspecies Smalltalk (Part 1 Excerpt) ++ Sao Paulo - Utanfor ++ Grannens Forflutna - Strategi Gul ++ Suzanne Menzel - The Advertising Song ++ Ben Watt - A Girl In Winter ++ William Eaton - Untitled (A2) ++ Jane Siberry - Writers Are A Funny Breed ++ Ilous - La Route A L . . .

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Taj Mahal And Toumani Diabate :: Kulanjan

In 1999 American bluesman Taj Mahal teamed up with Malian kora master Toumani Diabate -- together they recorded the transformative and meditative beauty that is Kulanjan. Named after a track from the 1970 album of kora music,  Ancient Strings, by Toumani Diabaté's father Sidiki Diabate, the two bridge their geographical distance and musical styles by seamlessly blending the gruff and somewhat weary vocals of Mahal, mellower and more nostalgic in his picking, and the hypnotic calm of Diabate’s kora, an otherworldly sound in and of itself.

The pair are joined by a group of transcendent Malian musicians, including Toumani’s descendant, Kassé-Mady Diabaté, and the late Ramata "Rah" Diakité on vocals. Diakité (who would die ten years later at the tragic age of thirty-three), has an especially stirring performance on the re-creation of Mahal’s 1977 “Queen Bee.” Transforming the original’s loose AM island vibes into something far more gentle and hushed, it finds Mahal and Diabate’s strings mingling amongst Diakité’s angelic improvised vocals, intertwining with Mahal’s world-worn blues of a voice — it’s a piece that stands entirely on its own. An album opener that immediately transports you in the world of these musicians and the palpable spiritual bond that was formed while creating this music. “Sweeter than a honey bee,” indeed.

Taj Mahal And Toumani Diabate :: Take This Hammer

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Anthology Recordings Surf Archive Series: Litmus / Glass Love

Aussie Andrew Kidman is — for lack of a better term — a renaissance man. Musician, painter, photographer, surfboard shaper, wave rider, filmmaker. That’s a lot of hats to wear by any measure but when he rolled up all of his passions and pursuits into one work - he stumbled upon a bit of magic.

In 1996 Kidman released the pivotal surf film, Litmus. An instant vintage surf odyssey that arrived at the perfect moment. You see — in the mid 90s, surfing was progressing in a manner that focused quite a lot on the shred hard/surf hard mentality… which is not necessarily a good or bad thing but during this time - some of the vintage soul and grace of the craft had been overlooked by the industry. With Litmus, Kidman captured highly stylized, artful surf in the vein of Morning of the Earth or Innermost Limits of Pure Fun. Some true 1970s surf film vibes, which (among other things) focused on the surfer’s relationship with the water…no matter what they rode or where they paddled.

With all that said - of course the film called for a dialed-in soundtrack.

Kidman’s band The Val Dusty Experiment (and others) put together an original score full of meditative, dreamy and challenging folk that served as the soundscape to the beautiful lines the surfers (Derek Hynd, Tom Curren etc.) drew up in the film. The sound and idea was surely rooted in his reverence of those masterful films before him and bringing things back to the communion and spirit of it all…and again, its release might’ve been when folks needed a reminder the most.

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