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The Band :: Live At The Casino Arena – July 20, 1976

Hallelujah. This rare archival footage finds everyone’s favorite on a hot July night in Jersey amidst its final summer tour, just under a month before the much-acclaimed  King Biscuit Flower Hour set at the Carter Baron Amphitheatre in Washington, D.C. Sure, the track list is basically the same as that show–the Band throws in a couple of extra cuts this night–but this is a  video  of an  entire performance.    It’s a nearly flawless one at that, save . . .

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Music From The Films Of Jim Jarmusch

Music is never incidental in a Jim Jarmusch movie.

It’s part of his films' DNA, a through line running through his characters’ black comedy gags and existential wanderings. There’s no stylistic template — everything from crazed blues to ambient drones have soundtracked Jarmusch’s films -- but the director ties songs together with an unmatched patience and style. Jarmusch’s films often feel like personalized mixtapes, but for his latest, the vampire romance Only Lovers Left Alive, Jarmusch himself gets in on the action, joining with his band Sqürl and frequent musical collaborator Jozef van Wissem to craft a set of moody, psychedelic goth pop, with guests like Zola Jesus and Madeline Follin, who joins Jarmusch for a take on “Funnel of Love,” as made famous by Wanda Jackson. The languid, stomping pace of the song suggests Sqürl might be familiar with the trick DJ Diddy Wah taught us of playing Wanda’s original 45 at 33 RPM to great effect.

It’s another set of worthwhile music curated by Jarmusch, and it makes sense to revisit AD’s 2012 examination of the music of Jim Jarmusch.

“One thing about commercial films is…doesn’t the music almost always really suck? Isn’t it always the same shit? I’ve seen good movies, or maybe they would be good, just destroyed by the same crap, you know?” So says director Jim Jarmusch. “I get a lot of inspiration from music, probably more than any other form…”

Jarmusch’s films don’t suffer from bad music, and they rarely feature “the same shit.” Each film acts as a sort of mixtape from the enigmatic director — from the music of noted collaborators John Lurie and Tom Waits, to characters imbued with Jarmusch’s own idiosyncratic tastes. In his world, backwoods hillbillies don’t listen to Pantera or Nickelback, they crank Sleep’s epic doom metal masterpiece “Dopesmoker.” As such, Jarmusch's films have always incorporated soundtracks that act like parts of the supporting cast. His characters argue about music, they define themselves by it, and his languid tales of cross-cultural exchanges and existential wanderings have attracted the likes of musicians Iggy Pop, The White Stripes, Neil Young, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, Wu-Tang Clan, Joe Strummer and more.

Listen: 1980-89 - “Was That a Gun?” “Probably. This is America.”

Emerging from the post-punk NYC underground (he played in The Del-Byzanteens), Jarmusch’s early films exude DIY grit. His 1980 debut, Permanent Vacation, not only sets up themes the director would explore over the course of his career, but also his musical approach. Scored by jazz maverick John Lurie, the film oozes post-modern cool. Lurie — not a trained actor (an approach Jarmusch continues to favor) next starred in Jarmusch’s follow up, 1984’s Stranger Than Paradise. The film features Lurie as shady “hipster” Willie, former Sonic Youth drummer Richard Edson as Eddie, and Eszter Balint as Willie’s cousin from Hungary, Eva. In addition to the kind of warped jazz Lurie created with his No Wave jazz combo The Lounge Lizards, the soundtrack features the Screamin’ Jay Hawkin’s voodoo blues vamp “I Put a Spell on You.” The song manifests as the sound of Eva’s imagined America -- a wild, untamed place she can’t wait to explore.

1986’s Down By Law features even more exploration of America’s cultural tableau through sound. Lurie stars as Jack, a pimp, along side Tom Waits as former WYLD deejay, Zack. The two wind up in prison with Bob, played by the beguiling Roberto Benigni, whose vision of America is summed up by the jingle “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.” Here we get to hear Tom Waits’ ace deejay voice (calling himself Lee “Baby” Sims), as well as selections from Waits’ Rain Dogs clattering alongside Lurie’s stark jazz.

Screamin’ Jay Hawkins himself makes an appearance in Jarmusch’s next film -- his ode to Memphis, 1989’s Mystery Train. It’s a triptych of stories each featuring foreigners on Memphis soil. The ghost of Elvis Presley haunts the film — the Japanese couple searching for the Sun Records sound, an Italian widow taking her husband’s body back home, and Joe Strummer — who is drunk with a gun. “Blue Moon” ties the disparate stories together, it’s haunting, reverberating sound drifting from the radio (along with the voice of Tom Waits, presumably Lee “Baby” Sims, hiding out in Memphis). In Jarmusch’s America, the sounds of the past drift over the present, and America’s country, rockabilly, and R&B traditions are more than pop trends; they’re sacred languages.

----> 1990 - 2012 after the jump. . .

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Wooden Wand :: Farmer’s Corner

Just minutes into the album -- with a shambolic instrumental rumble and a dour delivery of urgency -- James Jackson Toth, aka Wooden Wand, mutters "the thing I have been sick with, I am well, I am still in the thick of it…" beautifully characterizing his dauntless and continually expanding discography in 20 words or less. And here is the thing with Toth - unlike many of his prolific peers, he is not a creature of habit. But how is an artist to keep things fresh - especially one who has released two other striking full lengths within the current farmer's almanac? In . . .

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Waylon Jennings / Sanford Clark :: Record Store Day 45

For every hobby there is an obsession. If it’s worth obsessing about you have to go all in. Pile up too many and it begins to become a problem. I’ve waited three hours to fill a growler of beer at Hill Farmstead in VT, have a weekly pull at the local comic store, driven to Mississippi to play $1 craps, visit Princeton Record Exchange monthly, horde away all my original Mountain Goats Shrimper tapes, place hundreds of seeds along every windowsill in April, have six editions of The Sun Also Rises... and then among all this . . .

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RSD Guitar Soli :: Alvarius B. & Sir Richard Bishop / Glenn Jones

Record Store Day returns for another go-round this Saturday. For me, the event is known as Do I Really Want To Stand In Line For Limited Edition Colored Vinyl Day. But as usual, amidst the pointless collector bait, plenty of great music is hitting shelves as well. These two guitar soli releases are good examples. They might even be worth standing in line for...

Three Lobed Records' delightfully titled If You Don't Like It ... DON'T! brings together new six-string work . . .

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Protomartyr :: Under Color Of Official Right

A protomartyr: the first person to be martyred in a particular country. A person, therefore, who is set apart–who sets themself apart–from their environment by guarding their integrity. A person who is singular in a way that is unimaginable and maybe now impossible. Tragedy and violence intermixed with hope and vision.

Also: a totally awesome-sounding word.

This is the line you have to walk when you decide to call your band Protomartyr. Or, rather, it’s the line you get to walk. Because, in the hands . . .

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AD Presents :: Black Lips / Phoenix Theatre, Toronto – 4/22

Aquarium Drunkard and Collective Concerts present: Black Lips with Natural Child at the Phoenix Theatre in Toronto, April 22nd. Tickets available, here. We have a few pairs for AD . . .

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Dion :: Purple Haze

1968 marked the dawn of a rock scene that would develop in the early 70s to wipe out Flower Power and any remaining grip folk music still held on popular music. Seven years earlier, this pop scene found our Dion with his backup group, The Belmonts, singing about teenagers in love. But in the years between, Dion split from The Belmonts, grew a beard, discovered blues and got in tune with his inner Dylan (look up his jangly cover of "It’s . . .

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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 337: Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ The B.C. Harmonizers - You Ought To Been There ++ The Blue Rondos - Baby, I Go For You ++ Rob Jo Star Band — I Call On One’s Muse ++ Cisneros & Garza Group — I’m A Man ++ Rolling Stones — We Love You ++   Courtney Barnett - Lance . . .

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Odds & Ends :: Bob Dylan / Slow Train & City Of Gold – Warfield Theatre, San Francisco, CA, November, 1980

Light In The Attic just reissued the Los Angeles Gospel Choir's Dylan Gospel LP, a downright excellent collection from 1968. Bob himself, of course, had his own gospel period about a decade later, releasing a trilogy of albums inspired by his conversion to Christianity in late 1978. Dylan's born again music remains controversial even today . . .

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Peter Walker :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

Guitarist Peter Walker spent decades off the grid, but reemerged in 2006, when he contributed recordings -- alongside James Blackshaw, Jack Rose, Thurston Moore, Steffen Basho-Junghans, and others -- to Tompkins Square’s A Raga for Peter Walker tribute. Since then, a slow but steady stream of Walker material has become available: Two new recordings of Spanish guitar, a previously unheard jam session recorded in Levon Helm’s barn, Long Lost Tapes: 1970, a collection of lost sessions, the sublime Has Anybody Seen Our Freedoms, on Delmore Recordings. Now, Light in the Attic and Vanguard Records have teamed to re-release his long out of print sophomore album, 1968’s "second Poem To Karmela" Or Gypsies Are Important.

Teeming with Jim Pepper’s flute and the fluid ragas of from Walker on guitar, sitar, and sarod, the album explores the intersection between 60s psychedelic experimentation and some of the oldest musical traditions in history. A compatriot of Timothy Leary, Walker understood the role of music in his LSD experimentation, and the record taps into some of what might have been heard at one of the Walker-soundtracked “Acid Tests.”

With renewed attention being paid to his records, Walker is performing live in the US once again. He’ll do so on April 11 at McCabe’s Guitar Shop in Santa Monica, sharing the stage with Vanguard/Light in the Attic label-mate Bob Frank. The performance ought to make it clear that while Walker was out of the spotlight, he spent his time diligently with a guitar, studying in Spain, exploring the historical connections between folk, Indian music, and Spanish guitar.

Peter Walker :: Second Song

We spoke to Walker from his home in Woodstock, where he spends his time when not playing guitar in Peru.

Aquarium Drunkard: I’m curious about the era just after your Vanguard recordings. You recorded Has Anybody Seen Our Freedoms, by yourself. What influenced your decision to record that record solo?

Peter Walker: I learned solo, for one thing. I was solo when I learned to play. I traveled a lot during those years — I still do I guess, but more then — and I lived for several months in Mexico, where I played solo; I lived in North Africa, where I played solo. I studied solo guitar in Spain.

But here in New York, I was able to get a pick-up band. When I traveled they weren’t with me, so I was able to play solo. When I was in the city, I had a band, but when I’m traveling I’m alone. So I wound up writing [the songs on Has Anybody] alone. I’d been playing festivals alone, all through the Midwest. So when I went in the studio I cut the stuff I’d been playing the summer before.

AD: In addition to the re-release of records like Second Poem To Karmela or Gypsies Are Important and Has Anybody Seen Our Freedoms? you’ve been working on new material. What does it sound like?

Peter Walker: From 2000 on I went to study Spanish guitar in Spain. What they taught me I’ve been absorbing. It’s a different way of looking at the fret board. My next album is going to be solo guitar, and I’m going to be playing one piece in each key: A, B, C, D, E, F, G. Pretty much different modes of the keys. That’s what I do every day. To me it’s fascinating, because I can start in any key or mode and compose something. So that’s what I love to do, that’s what I’m going to record next.

I also want to do an album of tunes on piano. That’s part of my plan. The idea is to do two more albums: one of Spanish guitar, mostly sung tunes from a collection of songs I play piano.

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Unbelievable Things: The Story Of Superchunk’s Indoor Living

Superchunk's 6th full-length Indoor Living is a beautiful and difficult  record,  one riddled with the anxiety of a vital, effervescent group beginning to fully wrestle with the inherent conflicts of productive adulthood juxtaposed against the rudderless life of a touring band. By  September of 1997, when the album was released, the  "alt-rock" panic of the early 90s had largely abated, and for the first time in several years Superchunk  faced an audience  that seemed  to be shrinking rather than growing.

While there is no shortage of hooks and energy present over the album's eleven tracks, the palpable  air of panic and melancholy is unmistakable. From the first track  "Unbelievable Things", with its fearfully  claustrophobic opening sentiments "When you commissioned your cage/ Indoor living became all the rage" to the devastating final elegy for a deceased friend "Martinis On The Roof" it is obvious we are in uncharted terrain for a band that had been reliably triumphal, angry and romantically wounded, but never quite  so existentially disturbed.

There is a woozy quality to Indoor Living, it seems at times to wobble and reel about the premises with a guileless confusion. The lovely but profoundly strange "Marquee" is a showcase for frontman Mac McCaughan's  newly established penchant for falsetto vocals, an aesthetic decision that somehow deeply  flatters his inherently  reedy voice. "Marquee" would not sound out of place on Big Star's Sister Lovers; it's an ambitious and mournful track that somehow evokes that album's  signature co-mingling of the orchestral and the made-up-on-the-spot. Still more lovely is the crushing ballad "Every Single Instinct", which suggests all the melodic and lyrical cleverness of  American Music Club  at their dyspeptic  peak, and featuring a plaintive, near perfect opening line of inquiry: "Oh, what did I think was going to happen?" The question answers itself: nothing good.

That is the essence of Indoor Living. Approaching  a decade  of yeoman's  work  in the indie rock salt mines, the prospects for Superchunk had never seemed dimmer. Years of great effort, deprivation and hope had yielded frustration, disillusion and the threat of whole lifetimes wasted and unappreciated. The sense of frustration and identification could not be more palpable than  on the great "Song For Marion Brown", a tribute to the avant-garde jazz saxophonist whose obscurity belied his genius.

With the passage of time and the release of a handful of exemplary records, including last year's terrific I Hate Music, Superchunk has incontrovertibly burnished their legacy as one of the crucial acts of the past three decades. But in 1997, nothing felt remotely so assured.

That same month, in September of '97, Bob Dylan released the  harrowing and death obsessed  Time Out Of Mind.  Retrospectively, it serves as a sort of senior companion piece to Indoor Living, a rock-bottom meditation on mortality and failure. Rock and Roll  generally deals badly with the twin scourges of death and aging, to the extent that it deals with it at all. These two extraordinary, painful and uncompromising records, released four weeks apart, did a great deal to remedy that shortfall. It may not be Superchunk's greatest album,  but it is a bona fide classic that certainly belongs on the short list  of any conversation.  On the occasion of the recent expanded reissue of Indoor Living, we were lucky enough to talk to the members of the band about their recollections and current thoughts on this seminal achievement.

Aquarium Drunkard: From the opening measures of Indoor Living there is a sense that we are in store for a very different sounding Superchunk record.  While each  of the previous records had a great and  distinct personality, Indoor Living feels like a kind of  full-fledged reset. From the patient, tension-building tempo of "Unbelievable Things"  to its prominent doubled-tracked vocals, it seems immediately clear that this is a band devoted to a new agenda. Was there a particular impetus to bring the vocals, and consequentially the narratives,  front and center? By this time,  Mac had done a handful of terrific,  essentially solo  records as Portastatic. Do you all  feel that experience impacted Indoor Living in a significant fashion?

Jon Wurster (drummer):  This seems addressed to Mac so I'll leave this to him.

But…

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Consider The Snowman :: Burl Ives

It’s a tough sell, I know. A man typically associated with famous Christmas classics doesn’t immediately scream 'check out his back catalog 'or 'listen to these records he cut in Nashville'. He didn’t have the darkness of Johnny Cash, the urgency of Woody Guthrie, or the unwavering politics of Pete Seeger, yet hidden among his records are some truly perfect renditions of songs from America’s folk catalog, the country and western songbook, and classic children’s rhymes. Burl Ives was an interpreter, not a songwriter, but it’s his voice that first grabbed me. It is a unique, warm, and instantly recognizable instrument. His voice has a quality one could only dream of obtaining. It’s a kind hearted, deep, mellow thing that rolls along easily.

I rediscovered Ives while picking through my grandfather’s records about six years ago. I was already familiar with (and thoroughly enjoyed) his hits “Lavender Blue” and “A Little Bitty Tear”, but had never thought to dig much deeper. And then I found a 2-record set of songs collected on DECCA Records, which I   quietly took it back to my house, playing his haunting version of “Sad Man’s Song (Fare Thee Well, O Honey)” repeatedly in my attic. And thus the Burl Ives bug began.

As I get grayer, older, and add to my responsibilities, I’m beginning a slow retreat to new places - finding appreciation for new genres and old unloved guys like Burl Ives. Recently, I purchased an excellent collection from Omni Records, compiling an odd assortment of Burl Ives songs recorded in Nashville from 1961-1972, called Sweet, Sad, and Salty. It’s a perfect 31 song compilation, covering a very obscure and unique selection of material, that does a fine job exemplifying there was more to the man than jolly Christmas songs and Goober peas. words / j gleason

After the jump: some choice selections from Ives' prolific and varied catalog:

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Van Morrison :: Warm Love / Musikladen – July 10, 1974

(The summer of 1974 found Van Morrison in flux. Between the largesse of The Caledonia Soul Orchestra and what would become a three year hiatus (with a quick stop in San Francisco for The Last Waltz), Van was, by some accounts, a mess. More moody than mood-altering, his songs were sadder — the punctuation and preciseness of what had culminated in It’s Too Late To Stop Now, gone. A recent divorce, a creative impasse.)

Van Morrison only toured in a four-piece configuration once . . .

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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. Phil Pirrone, from the Desert Daze music festival, joins me during the first hour pulling from arstists performing at this year's fest. Details, here.

SIRIUS 336: Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ Autolux - Turnstile Blues . . .

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