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Harvey Mandel: An Appreciation On His 70th Birthday

There’s a sound in Harvey Mandel’s “Long Wait,” the last song on Side One of his 1968 debut, "Cristo Redentor." 1:43 into a searing, grinding, winding guitar passage, there’s a little … “plink.” It’s a moment of subtle yet daring ingenuity, the kind Harvey Mandel has wielded in spades throughout his 50-year career.

Diggers know. Somewhere in the bin between Malo and Mandrill, you’ll find the records. Cristo Redentor, Righteous, Baby Batter, Shangrenade. Maybe you’re lucky enough to find a Cristo promo in mint condition, with the shiny gold Philips label instead of black. Long a favorite of in-the-know DJs, producers and gearheads, Mandel has been sampled by Del The Funky Homosapien and Nas, and he’s played in Canned Heat, with John Mayall, and on The Rolling Stones’ Black And Blue LP.

Today is Harvey’s 70th birthday, but it is not a happy one. He was diagnosed with nasal cancer in 2013, and has undergone sixteen surgeries. The type of cancer he has requires very specialized surgery by a top doctor in Chicago who does not accept health insurance. This is all fully disclosed on a website run by his sister at Help Harvey Mandel. Harvey has had to pawn his guitars and sell his publishing to stay afloat. He lost his only son and his mother in recent years. Now his dog Buck has cancer too. And Harvey faces several more surgeries. We all hear about musicians who fall on hard times late in their careers, yet his seems an especially cruel turn.

Harvey Mandel :: Cristo Redentor

Mandel grew up in Chicago and started playing guitar at 16, learning The Ventures’ Walk Don’t Run LP note for note. He met Sammy Fender, a black blues musician who took him down to Curley’s Twist City, a crucible of Chicago blues innovation. After a few months jamming with the regulars and his own combo, he could hold his own with anybody. He played with them all; Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy Waters, Buddy Guy. “You could name a list of 100 well known blues people”, he said. “I got to play with all of them at one time or another in Chicago.” He ran alongside locals Steve Miller, Charlie Musselwhite, Mike Bloomfield, and Barry Goldberg, all part of the burgeoning scene. Bill Graham invited Musselwhite and Mandel out to The Fillmore in San Francisco in August 1967 as the first of three on a bill with Electric Flag and Cream. He recalled in 2011, “I came in from Chicago with this little Fender amplifier with one 12” speaker and I look up onstage and here’s Eric Clapton with a wall of Marshalls…And he was so cool, I asked him ‘Think I could borrow one of those things during my set?’ No problem.”

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Leonard Cohen: Yad Eliahu Sports Palace, Tel Aviv, Israel, 1972

"He was looking forward to playing Israel," writes Leonard Cohen's biographer Sylvie Simmons of the songwriter's first tour of the Holy Land in 1972. "He was terrified of playing Israel."

The kickoff show in Tel Aviv was certainly eventful, as a tape of the gig shows us all these years later. You wouldn't think that the delicate and poetic sounds of Cohen and his band would ever serve as soundtrack a riot, but that seems to be what's happening. Clashes between security and the audience continually break out. "I know you . . .

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Parachutes Are For Deserters: An Interview With Simon Joyner

  

I’ll stand on Steve Earle’s coffee table in my Chuck Taylors and say that Simon Joyner is every bit the songwriter Townes Van Zant was. To me and many other appreciators of fine songwriting, Joyner’s status as a songwriter nonpareil is objective and self-evident. Aristotle warned that “when the storytelling in a culture goes bad, the result is decadence,” and I often take comfort in knowing there are a few left like Joyner to help at least postpone what is perhaps inevitable.

Simon’s music moves me. On a recent tour together, I found myself just as affected by his songs on their twentieth performance as on their first. What sets Joyner apart from other songwriters working in the arguably antiquated tradition of earnest, narrative songwriting? Irish novelist Colum McCann said “An ounce of empathy is worth a boatload of judgment,” and Joyner’s embodiment of this ethos is key to understanding his music and why it is special. Though Joyner’s songs can be scathing, even vicious, they never forsake the core humanity of its subjects. In his new song “Nostalgia Blues,” from his remarkable new album Grass, Branch and Bone (Woodsist), Joyner admits to a ne’er do well friend that he won’t be attending her (presumably imminent) funeral, but he has a couch if she ever needs a place to crash. By standing on the shoulders of giants, Joyner has also learned to not repeat their mistakes: absent from Joyner’s music is the self righteous banality, casual nihilism, and inherent male chauvinism that occasionally blemishes the otherwise irreproachable corpora of Neil Young, Lou Reed, and Bob Dylan, respectively.

I was very eager to talk to my friend Simon Joyner about songwriting, clairvoyance, and ping-pong. Our unedited conversation follows.   words / j jackson toth

Aquarium Drunkard: Your previous album, Ghosts, was very sonically dense. Grass, Branch and Bone is more minimalist, placing your voice and guitar front and center. Was this deliberate, born of a desire to not repeat yourself, or did the songs you were writing simply dictate the method of recording?

Simon Joyner: A little bit of both, I guess. I did a few living room tours with a minimal, acoustic-based band during the time I was writing the songs, so I became accustomed to hearing them stripped down. But it also seemed like the songs I was writing for this record required a different approach than the songs on Ghosts. Much of what I was dealing with on Ghosts was death and grief and loss in the moment and the disparate emotions and higher tension of those confusing feelings in the characters in those songs. The new record seems to have a lot of memory and reflection, very out-of-the-moment. Many of the events happened in the past and are being re-created in the minds of the characters after some time of processing, which means they are shaping the events, minimizing and softening things, blowing up others, assigning blame and finding meaning instead of merely reacting. It made sense to implement more structure and control in the recording of the record to reflect that theme, I guess.

AD: You were playing a lot of these tunes on tour in advance of recording this new album. I know you spent many years not touring. Having operated both ways, did you find that “road testing” the new songs ultimately affected the way you recorded them for the album this time? How much did they change?

Simon Joyner: I don't think the songs changed too much from touring. I knew that they were going to be presented more like stories and that the music would be complementary but not the focus for this one. With an older album like Skeleton Blues, I played the songs with a full band for a year because there was a lot I wanted to see grow musically out of the songs and by the time we recorded that album, the songs had undergone drastic transformations, which seemed right for that batch of songs. There was a lot less freedom possible for the other players on this record just because of what I was hoping to do. There were many great parts that the players added to the songs during overdubs that I ended up stripping from the songs despite the parts being exciting and inspired. I found that the fuller-sounding the songs got, the more I wanted to cut things so I could hear the song unadorned. I'm sure it was frustrating at times for Ben Brodin who engineered the record and mixed it with me. I knew what I wanted but I sort of had to go through the motions of recording way too much and hearing the songs more dense just to confirm that my instinct was right that the songs should stay relatively bare.

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Courtney Barnett — Avant Gardener :: Pickathon / Galaxy Barn

Welcome to the fourth installment of an ongoing series with Pickathon, showcasing footage from the Galaxy Barn located at Pendarvis Farm in Oregon:  Courtney Barnett — "Avant Gardener".

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Dead Notes #10 :: New Potato Caboose (8/24/68 Los Angeles, CA)

Welcome to Dead Notes #10 where we revisit Two From the Vault, recently released by Light in the Attic Records for the first time on vinyl. 1968 was a deeply exploratory period in the early history of the Grateful Dead (previously reviewed in Dead Notes #2, #5, and #8) where sublime climatic jams are joyously inspired as Garcia’s licks and Pigpen’s swagger launch the group into new watershed moments. They were also performing new material from Anthem of the Sun in a suite — loudly exclaiming they were a solid ensemble that could both swing, yet tip-toe, at the brink of explosion, before instantly dropping back into reality while readying the crowd for the next roller coaster turn. Legendary Dead Archivist Dick Latvala had long called this era ‘primal Dead’ — as the group’s performances were so continuously raw, seething and unabashed. Anthem was finally released on July 18, 1968 and their label Warner Brothers immediately called it a ‘disaster not a triumph’ while NME raved ‘it’s so completely unlike anything you have ever heard before that it’s practically a new concept in music. It’s haunting, it’s pretty, it’s infinite … a complete mindblower’. Yet behind the scenes the band was in complete and utter shambles.

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Jamaican Snapshots :: Noel Simms – Mr. Foundation

Welcome to Jamaican Snapshots - the first installment of a recurring column illuminating Jamaican artists whose music largely flew under the radar outside genre enthusiasts. The column's intent is to both highlight some of the immense talent produced on the tiny island and to create a rabbit hole leading to further artist exploration should a track strike the right nerve. If you've followed our ongoing Bomboclat: Island Soak series of mixtapes, then this is for you.

Noel Simms had many a . . .

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Lead Belly: The Smithsonian Folkways Collection

Huddie Ledbetter, widely known as Lead Belly, is one of the most important figures in the history of American music. His recordings popularized songs that would become parts of the folk and blues canon, and Lead Belly: The Smithsonian Folkways Collection, a new remarkable new box set, showcases his full range, featuring blues, gospel, folk, popular songs, and novelties.

Co-producer and Smithsonian archivist Jeff Place says the collection in an effort to “create . . .

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Jake Xerxes Fussell :: S/T

Via Paradise of Bachelors, the self-titled debut long player from North Carolina singer and guitarist, Jake Xerxes Fussell — a lively and wholehearted gem of folk, country and bluegrass.

Immersed in old world Americana, Fussell’s debut finds him accompanied by William Tyler on production and guitar, as well as Chris Scruggs on steel guitar, bass and mandolin, Brian Kotzur on drums and Hoot Hester . . .

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John Fahey :: The Zabriskie Point Tapes

For his 1970 counterculture headtrip epic, Zabriskie Point, Italian auteur Michelangelo Antonioni had an inspired idea. He'd hire American Primitive pioneer John Fahey to supply (at least part of) the soundtrack. Things didn't quite work out according to plan, however.

Here's the scoop from Fahey himself, from an interview with Byron Coley at Perfect Sound Forever.

“Antonioni says, ‘What I want . . .

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Leonard Nimoy :: Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love To Town

Beyond Spock, beyond his photography, beyond even In Search Of…: the late Leonard Nimoy, music maker. Best known for his novelty hit “The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins,” there are deeper, more affecting cuts. See 1970’s The New World of Leonard Nimoy. Over stark country soul arrangements, Nimoy’s voice is worn-in on songs like “I Walk the Line,” “Put a Little Love in Your Heart,” and “Everybody’s Talkin’.” Particularly haunted is his reading of Mel Tillis’ “Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love To Town . . .

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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 379: Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ Pappy’s Haunted House — Dude ++ Jimmy Thomas — Springtime ++ The Paragons — Abba ++ Big Star — Back Of A Car ++ The Soul Inc. — Love Me When I’m Down ++ Billy Lamont — Sweet Thang ++ Donn Shinn & The Soul Agents — A Minor Explosion ++ T.L. Barrett And Youth . . .

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Father Yod & The Spirit of ’76 :: Kohoutek / Ya Ho Wa 13

High atop the mountain of New Age and psychedelic reissues resides a throne for a man not quite of this earth. Hirsute with a colossal presence that was equal parts yoga master, health food prophet and hippie Santa Claus - Father Yod (later Yahowha) is the granddaddy of spiritual-private-press-cum-cult-esque music. However, before his spiritual enlightenment Father was born James Edward Baker in 1922 in Cincinnati, Ohio. He later earned the Silver Star as a United States Marine in World War II and became an expert in Jujitsu. Desiring to become Hollywood stuntman his efforts were derailed when he became enamored by the Nature Boys, a Los Angeles-based group of a beatniks who lived “according to Nature’s Laws.” His time was soon all spent studying philosophy, religion and esoteric spiritual teachings before becoming a follower of Yogi Bhajan, a Sikh spiritual leader and teacher of Kundalini Yoga. Disenchanted when Bhajan declared he was not god, Baker decided to assume the mantle. In 1969, Baker gathered a group of followers dubbed The Source Family and opened a health food restaurant, The Aware Inn, in the Laurel Canyon section of Hollywood. Now christening himself, Father Yod, Baker adopted a credo based on kindness to animals, a fruit diet, the wearing of cotton clothes and, finally, sex without orgasm. Amongst those who worked in The Aware Inn were a number of budding musicians and Father formed the psychedelic free rock band Ya Ho Wha 13 around their talents in 1973.

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Eternal Tapestry :: Wild Strawberries

Eternal Tapestry is putting the space back in space rock. The Portland, OR collective's latest opus, Wild Strawberries, sets its sights on wide open, pastoral vibrations.  The album title may allude to a classic Ingmar Bergman flick, but you're more likely going to be reminded of Popol Vuh's majestic Werner Herzog soundtracks, or perhaps even some of the post-Syd/pre-Dark Side Pink Floyd's more meditative explorations.

Naturally, it's a double LP, with several slo-mo jams . . .

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