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10 FAVORITE ALBUMS OF ALL TIME

(Some Aging Music Lovers Do That LISTING Thing… With Focus)

Hey dude, what’s your favorite album?

Imagine the number of times this topic has come up between music lovers through the years. And now imagine the lively debates every time there is a new “Best Albums of All Time” list from Rolling Stone or Pitchfork or Mojo or Consequence or Pop Matters or the just-published “500 Best Albums of All Time” special issue presented by the British music magazine UNCUT, an issue that I devoured eagerly over the course of a week in February. Music fans love lists… they like to discuss them, MAKE them and talk about why such and such a publication is way off in their choices. But the fact is, it’s entirely subjective, right? One person’s opinion is just that, an OPINION. And for the purposes of this article, we are making an important distinction. When you start arguing about the BEST albums of all time or the most INFLUENTIAL albums of all time, that becomes a pop culture exercise that requires knowledge and context and respect for “critical consensus” that puts everything in a weightier framework than the much simpler “favorite albums.” There are entire books and endless “special issues” that direct you to “100 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die” or the simple Uncut approach mentioned above, if you want to get an appraisal of what the critics say are the very best musical recordings ever. But there is something FREEING and non-controversial about simply saying “these are my personal favorite albums.” And my hunch is that most serious music lovers would delight at the chance to go down that particular road. So we are doing it here. Seven of us very serious music fans, all but one either approaching 60 or beyond it, have contributed to this article to simply say “THESE are the albums that have meant the most to me overall, and here’s why.” With all the music that has been released through the years, WHY do certain albums make our personal lists? I think it’s a worthy question, and we all hope you readers out there will find this piece a stimulating read. What do YOU like most, fellow music fans? Maybe the following lists will inspire some reflection.

A word about formatting: You’ll notice that the way albums are listed varies from participant to participant. Sometimes the Top 10 appears in order from 1 to 10, sometimes it is reversed, to provide for a sort of “conceptual suspense,” and sometimes no numbers appear at all. In each case this is by preference of the writer, and is indicative of nothing more than the “aesthetic” of taking on an assignment like this. As with everyone out there who listens to music, sometimes one finds it easy to make a “Top 10” list, and sometimes one just CHOOSES from a wide range of possibilities, and the sequence doesn’t particularly matter. It’s all part of the game, right? (KR)

KEVIN RENICK

(1) Ephemera Norway: MONOLOVE Sometimes we develop an intimate relationship with a particular album, almost like it is a divine lover or something, and over the course of 20 years, I sure did that with this Norwegian girl trio’s fifth album. Blissful emotive pop music that is filled with empathy, contemplation and exquisite singing and arrangements, this album still has the unique ability to instantly change my mood whenever I play it, and to give me a better perspective on life. And with peerless songs like “Chaos,” “On the Surface,” “City Lights” and the wildly inventive “Dead Against the Plan,” MONOLOVE has soundtracked my spirit-in-motion more than almost anything else ever released. A Nordic masterpiece, the apex of Ephemera’s singular career, and a sonic lover I can never quit.

(2) The Beatles: REVOLVER At the time it was released, I would NOT have been able to articulate why this fabs’ album was so much better than what had come before. But the concept of the ALBUM had evolved…the notion that a group of songs could hold together as a musical statement, and immerse you in every detail that the group served up. Hearing songs like “And Your Bird Can Sing,” “Good Day Sunshine”, “Here, There and Everywhere” and the revelatory “Tomorrow Never Knows” was startling and unforgettable for those of us hearing this music at the time. The Beatles knew that music was evolving rapidly, and they wanted to take us down a new road that was bound for the unknown.

(3) Simon and Garfunkel: BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER I spent many watershed moments listening to these guys in my formative years, and honestly, this was just a pivotal album in my life. Impeccably recorded and produced, the obvious climax to the duo’s partnership, what was fascinating about this album was how diverse and quirky it was. You got the Peruvian-styled “El Condor Pasa,” the percussion-laced “Cecilia” (made more significant for me when I dated a girl actually NAMED Cecilia; we sang along to it together one glorious drunken night in college) and the weird and offbeat “Why Don’t You Write Me,” all sharing space on a powerhouse album that was anchored by the timeless title track and “The Boxer.” A true classic, and without doubt one of the greatest LPs of all time.

 

(4) Nick Drake: FIVE LEAVES LEFT I’ll never be at a loss to say things about the great Nick Drake. A young and overtly melancholy British tunesmith who sadly didn’t live long enough to see how big his influence would become, Nick saw deep into the wells of life, love, solitude and emotion and was able to get that depth into his haunting songs, such as “River Man,” “Fruit Tree”, “Time Has Told Me” and “Three Hours.” Those who know Nick’s music cannot forget it, and are happy to talk about it any old time. Peerless ruminations on the challenge of being a feeling human.

(5) Joni Mitchell: HEJIRA So much can be said about Joni Mitchell’s powerhouse songwriting, and I’ve said a lot of it myself. But this album in particular had enduring resonance for me, as it managed to soundtrack the notion of travel as a path to self-discovery, loneliness as a thing to acknowledge at all times, and, more personally, a yearning relationship with a lovely girl in Wisconsin (where the album’s photography was done) as a catalyst for thinking more deeply about life in general. Utterly masterful songwriting and sonic ambience, with little bonuses like Neil Young’s greatest harmonica playing (on “Furry Sings the Blues”), Jaco Pastorius’ inventive bass playing and transfixing lyrics about maps in service stations (“Refuge of the Road”), Amelia Earhart’s possible musings and comparisons to old friends’ lives (“Song For Sharon”) spurring Joni to some of her all-time best songwriting.

(6) Brian Eno: ON LAND I was predisposed to like ambient music early on, as I was effortlessly moved by sonics that evoked the mysteries of nature, and the utter loneliness of REALITY itself, which ambient music was a soundtrack for. Eno’s unconventionally composed ambient masterpiece was an absolute revelation for me, a journey straight into the heart of wilderness in all its complexity that caused me to write to the musician one fateful day in 1982 and essentially pour my heart out to him about my astonishment over his work. He responded enthusiastically, and it was one of the most magical moments in my entire life.

(7) Talking Heads: REMAIN IN LIGHT In the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, music was changing rapidly and all sorts of remarkable innovations were happening with the young enthusiastic groups that were electrifying the scene at the time. I was a huge fan of New York’s eclectic quartet Talking Heads, and their Eno-produced fourth album REMAIN IN LIGHT was totally original and transfixing. Rhythmically groundbreaking (influenced overtly by African visionary Fela Kuti) and philosophically challenging, this was a very important album for me in my college days and the kind of album that could shift your entire attitude towards art and creativity. It did that for me then, and is still doing it NOW, 45 years later. And “Once In a Lifetime” is one of the key new wave songs of my entire life.

(8) Neil Young: AFTER THE GOLD RUSH/HARVEST I can’t help declaring a TIE between these two legendary Neil albums. Both were pivotal in my life, both made me want to write songs myself, and both saw Neil reaching previously unmatched songwriting heights. I had major experiences with both of these albums, let’s just leave it at that for now. Although I should add that “Tell Me Why,” “Birds,” “Southern Man,” “Out On the Weekend” and “Words” were to become pivotal soundtracks for the lonely teenager I was at the time.

(9) Paul Winter: PRAYER FOR THE WILD THINGS If nature and the concept of WILDERNESS are part of your life, an album like this from Paul Winter is going to affect you. Winter’s concept here was to capture a typical day in the forests of the Colorado Rockies, while combining the actual sounds of the wildlife of that setting and blending them into his musical ensemble, which consisted of cello, brass and evocative strings and percussion. It’s a tribute to the importance of wilderness itself, and a subtle lament for what we are losing as we continue our “progressive” ways in America. Haunting, atmospheric, and 100% organic, this is one of THE most evocative albums of all time when it comes to reminding us of nature’s diversity and importance. It also straddles an interesting intersection between new age, ambient and world music.

(10) Danielson Famile: TELL ANOTHER JOKE AT THE OL’ CHOPPING BLOCK Sometimes if you’re lucky, you wander into a record store when they are playing an album you are simply MEANT to hear. It wasn’t THIS album I heard at Vintage Vinyl back in the ‘90s, but it was definitely this group, a family band with a completely original, high-voiced lead singer who had a few things to say about empathy, awareness and yes, the spiritual component we humans perhaps needed badly. Daniel Smith has one of the highest natural falsettos in the world, and he employs it in this stunningly original Kramer-produced disc to talk about mothers, death, “hungry humans” and the search for spiritual fulfillment. I’ve only made this statement once, EVER, but I am on record as saying that if music THIS original and THIS hypnotic had something to do with promoting the essence of Christianity, then I was willing to go along. If the art makes me feel something overwhelming and magnificent, I will give the message a bit more of my time. There is simply NO ONE else that sounds like the Danielsons, and they instantly make me smile when I hear them… despite NOT being many others’ cup of tea.

Listing “honorable mentions” might be cheating just a tad, but if I were to push past the ten here, I’d include The Who’s TOMMY, Pete Namlook’s AIR II and probably Paul Simon’s debut on my list.

DARREN TRACY

Back in the Mule’s infancy, I started a list called “The 100 Greatest Albums of All Time (According To Me).” I think I actually made it to number 96 (starting at 100) before I got sidetracked. The list still exists and I fully intend to review all 100 of them. There’s a solid core group of records that haven’t changed much since I first created the list, but whenever I think that I’ll kickstart the thing again, I shuffle some things around and replace an album or two with something that I think should be highlighted. Having said that, my Top Ten hasn’t changed at all since I created the original list in 2013. When Kevin suggested this multi-writer excursion, I was excited to see what some other writers would choose (I was fairly certain that I could at least guess the artists – if not the exact albums – that would be on Kevin’s list. I wasn’t far off, by the way) and I definitely wanted to throw my two cents (ten records?) in. I told Kevin that I could virtually guarantee that my list wouldn’t be anything like anybody else’s and that certainly held true (though Dave’s comes as close to my “populace Rocjectivity” as any other here; once Kevin saw my list, he agreed that it was certainly different from what he was expecting). Obviously, for this exercise, I won’t be delving in nearly as deeply as I will when I tackle them for my list of 100 greatest. And, so… without further ado, I humbly submit my` 10 Favorite Albums of All Time:

(1) Alice Cooper: BILLION DOLLAR BABIES Having consumed Alice Cooper’s first five albums, I was primed to be impressed upon the release of the band’s sixth record. And I was! From the opening chords of “Hello Hooray,” it was obvious that BILLION DOLLAR BABIES was special. “Raped and Freezin’,” “Elected,” “Sick Things,” the gender-bending ballad “Mary Ann,” and “I Love the Dead” all hold a special place in my heart (and my twisted psyhce). I mean, seriously, what’s not to love?

(2) The Jam: SOUND AFFECTS The Jam’s Paul Weller had his “angry young man” bonafides on full display on the trio’s early albums – especially IN THE CITY and ALL MOD CONS. But, it was his ability to craft a song that really impressed me. The group’s fourth album, SETTING SONS, featured a somewhat new sound, with great tracks like “Smithers-Jones” and “Private Hell,” but it was record number five, SOUND AFFECTS that saw Weller hit his peek as a songwriter. “Pretty Green” kicks things off in fine fashion; other stand-out tracks include “That’s Entertainment” and “Start!.” Simply stated, this is Weller’s PET SOUNDS or SERGEANT PEPPER’S-like masterpiece. An absolute treat for the ears!

(3) Wishbone Ash: WISHBONE FOUR Not many in my small (okay… tiny) circle of friends give much credence to Wishbone Ash or their recorded output (except maybe a begrudging acknowledgment to ARGUS, this album’s immediate predecessor), particularly WISHBONE FOUR. While there are a couple of flat-out rockers, the album is comprised of what could be called “pastoral” progressive folk rock. While the album as a whole is all prime-cut, I generally prefer listening to side two, which kicks off with the rocker “Doctor,” followed by “Sorrel,” the beautiful “Sing Out the Song” and ending with my all-time favorite Wishbone Ash tune, “Rock ‘n’ Roll Widow.” For me, WISHBONE FOUR stands the test of time far better than ARGUS, but that’s just one man’s opinion.

(4) Emerson, Lake and Palmer: BRAIN SALAD SURGERY This is the album that turned me into an ELP fan. A little over half of the first side is made up of four wildly divergent tunes: “Jerusalem,” the Alberto Ginastera piano concerto “Toccata,” Greg Lake’s tour de force “Still… You Turn Me On” and the giddy dancehall rag of “Benny the Bouncer.” The remainder of the album features a massive suite, in three impressions; clocking in at 29:32, “Karn Evil 9” is a mindblowing example of what these three legendary musicians were capable of together: Carl Palmer was (and still is) a formidable technical machine sitting atop his drum stool; Greg Lake was an impressive bass player with a majestic set of pipes and, he could play a bit of guitar, too; Keith Emerson was doing abusive things to his keyboards and coaxing sounds out of his early-model synthesizer that was a decade ahead of the times.

(5) New York Dolls: IN TOO MUCH TOO SOON As much as the Dolls’ debut record gets high marks for its seemingly haphazard approach and neo-punk aesthetic, I’ve never been a fan of Todd Rundgren’s production on that album. For me, the legendary Shadow Morton, who produced such groups and artists as the Shangri-Las, Janis Ian and Vanilla Fudge, was able to give just the right touch to the boys’ shambolic sound on their second full-length. In my estimation, every track – half originals and half well-chosen covers is a winner. By featuring so many cover tunes, I think that maybe producer Morton saw a way to push the band into a more mainstream, marketable direction without damaging their punky New York roots. Whatever the reason, it obviously worked for me!

(6) Grand Funk Railroad: SURVIVAL Grand Funk Railroad were one of the most reviled bands throughout their original run. Not by the fans, but by the “elite” music press (ROLLING STONE in particular). SURVIVAL was the fourth album released by the Funk in less than two years. Don, Mark and Mel were still hitting on all cylinders, with a great selection of originals and a pair of well-chosen covers. Favorite tracks here are the Don Brewer/Mark Farner tune “I Can Feel Him In the Morning,” a chilling, spiritual number that starts with several children describing God, with the last child’s final words, “And… if you’re good, you’ll live forever. And, if you’re bad, you’ll die when you die,” echoing into the song’s intro. Farner and Brewer share lead vocals on this song, as well as the other highlight, a killer version of the Stones’ “Gimme Shelter.” The other cover, Dave Mason’s “Feelin’ Alright,” is a whole buncha alright, too!

(7) The Sensational Alex Harvey Band: THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM I discovered the Sensational Alex Harvey Band (SAHB) on one of those late night music shows (DON KIRSHNER’S ROCK CONCERT or THE MIDNIGHT SPECIAL) where the band performed “The Hot City Symphony” and their version of Alice Cooper’s “School’s Out.” The next day, I immediately checked for any albums by the group at the local Radio Shack, were I had to special order their latest release, THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM. These guys could (and did) play just about any style of music Imaginable, from hard-driving, melodic pop to oddly progressive jaunts to the adventurous Big Band Swing of “Sergeant Fury,” complete with a Ragtime-style piano break. THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM is unapologetic, unmitigated Rock and Roll bombast by one of Scotland’s finest exports.

(8) Sixteen Horsepower: SACKCLOTH ‘N’ ASHES The major label debut from Denver’s 16 Horsepower, was – if not the first – a very early example of what would become known as Americana music. David Eugene Edwards’ lyrics tended toward the spiritual (his grandfather was a Nazarene preacher), Native American mysticism and Gothic imagery. While the band never veered to far from their roots, over the course of four more studio albums (LOW ESTATE, SECRET SOUTH, HOARSE and FOLKLORE), they did turn into more of a rock group, utilizing standard “rock instrumentation.” SACKCLOTH ‘N’ ASHES found them at the pinnacle of their creative genius. It comes highly recommended by this scribe; have I ever lied to you about this kind of stuff?

(9) Three Dog Night: HARD LABOR Known more for their early ‘70s dominance of the AM radio dial and singles charts, the band’s eighth album, 1974’s HARD LABOR moved into a more Rock and Blues style while maintaining the tight vocal harmonies (though Danny Hutton’s participation was minimal due to a continuing substance addiction) and playing, highlighted – in particular – by drummer Floyd Sneed and guitarist Michael Allsup. Honestly, there isn’t a dud to be found anywhere on this record. If you only know Three Dog Night as a lightweight pop, singles band, HARD LABOR may just change your mind.

(10) Budgie: IN FOR THE KILL This is the first Budgie album I ever owned. Obviously, others followed, including the group’s self-titled debut, which featured the improbably named “Nude Disintegrating Parachutist Woman.” Budgie is the ONLY hard rock trio with a helium-throated bass player you’re likely to hear at the ol’ Tracy homestead. Unlike a certain group of haughty Canuckleheads, these guys never took themselves too seriously. But, if you’re looking for bonafides, Metallica recorded “Crash Course In Brain Surgery” for their EP of covers, THE $5.98 EP – GARAGE DAYS RE-REVISITED. For my money, you can’t go wrong with IN FOR THE KILL, featuring stellar performances by vocalist/bassist Burke Shelley, guitarist Tony Bourge and at-the-time new drummer Pete Boot.

As a consolation prize (and to, hopefully, point you to another list called – what else? – GREAT LIVE ALBUMS), here are my top two picks for favorite live recordings:

(1) Stiff Little Fingers: HANX A single piece of vinyl that captured SLF at the height of their feisty, militaristic Punk best.

(2) The Tubes: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM LIVE This is one of those “If you know, you know” records. Two records of wicked parody tarted up with great songwriting and musicianship. If you need more proof of the quality of WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM LIVE, future Disney choreographer Kenny Ortega is on hand performing the same for this show; if you listen REAL hard, you may able to hear him groaning at what he had wrought.

STEVE WAGNER

It is said that writing about music is like dancing about architecture. But even knowing we can never convey the power of music with mere words on a page, aficionados write about it as a true form of self-discovery. We arrange our cherished top ten lists with a precision rarely employed in any other endeavor, not (entirely) because we are obsessive-compulsive, but because we sense, at our vibrational core, that our relationship with music is essential to who we are, and who we are becoming.

Parsing a lifetime of rapt listening into only ten favorite albums is impossible without excising huge swaths of music history, setting aside entire beloved genres, ignoring the critical consensus, and braving potential ridicule from peers for serious lapses in taste. That said, this is a list of ten albums that, for me, are perfect. If there was a desert island with my name on it, and pleasepleaseplease let that be the case, these are the ten albums that Wilson and I would be grooving and contemplating to:

(10) The Beach Boys: SMILE The music historian in me could make a strong case that the “album” we envision when we say the name SMILE is the most ambitious, far-reaching in scope, and psychologically layered work of American musical art produced in the last sixty years. But even if this were true, it would not qualify for my list unless the music was as endlessly fascinating as the project’s legendary saga. This is peak creativity from (yes) a musical genius, a fearless and inspired artistic leap of faith for Brian Wilson. For the best “version,” I suggest disc one from THE SMILE SESSIONS. It exhibits brilliance in every melody, lyric, and production flourish, and the total listening experience is like no other in the history of popular music.

(9) The Beatles: REVOLVER I was eleven when I got it. I was stunned. These were the best songs I’d ever heard. The ones I didn’t yet understand – “Love You To,” “Tomorrow Never Knows” – made the experience all the more mystical and extraordinary. As for “Eleanor Rigby,” “Good Day Sunshine,” “Got to Get You Into My Life,” and, most of all, “Here, There, and Everywhere,” well, I just couldn’t believe anything in life could be so breathtakingly beautiful. I’m 64 now, and still utterly in awe of REVOLVER. This was the big leap forward, for the Beatles as a band, and for me as a music lover. It encapsulates everything I love about the Beatles, everything that I love about music.

(8)Derek and the Dominoes: LAYLA AND OTHER LOVE SONGS This double album, which I saved up for and bought at age fifteen exclusively for the song “Layla,” with which I was completely obsessed, was far more crucial than I could have ever imagined. It introduced me to the Blues. I’d been exposed a bit through the Stones and Led Zeppelin, but this album was different, it was just awash in the Blues, crying out in pain from every groove. Even now, after plumbing the depths of the genre for decades, LAYLA AND OTHER LOVE SONGS sounds as authentic, raw, and utterly despairing as any Blues I’ve heard. When I’m feeling bad, I listen to this record. It always makes me feel really, really good.

(7) Lindsey Buckingham: OUT OF THE CRADLE Moving to California from the Midwest was the most challenging transition of my life. OUT OF THE CRADLE came out right before I hit the road, and I listened to it non-stop while driving across the country. With this inspired album as my guide, I was ready to take on the world. It is all about reinvention, rebirth, letting go of the old and welcoming in the new. This album was my musical mantra. With his greatest collection of songs on any record (Fleetwood Mac or otherwise), OUT OF THE CRADLE is Lindsey Buckingham’s reclamation as an artist and zenith as a musician, composer, and producer. I truly needed this album then, and I still do now.

(6) The Moody Blues: DAYS OF FUTURE PASSED Is this Rock’s greatest concept album? I can’t imagine a more universal one. Or a sweeter one. A true innovation of the psychedelic era, DAYS OF FUTURE PASSED is a trippy and reflective romp through 24 hours in the day of an ordinary life. Here, the gently rocking and ethereal mellotron music of the Moody Blues, with stellar compositions from all five members, perfectly complements the lilt and whimsy of Dvorak’s “New World Symphony,” creating a deeply satisfying synthesis of soundscape and song cycle. This album makes me feel grateful to be alive.

(5) kd lang: INVINCIBLE SUMMER kd lang is the greatest singer of my lifetime. I know those are big words, but have you listened to her? She can sing anything. That said, I love her sensual approach to music even more. INVINCIBLE SUMMER is kd at her most confident and uninhibited; she’s positively giddy with love throughout. Her lyrics are dripping with desire but she’s always clear and perceptive, reaching for love’s deeper meaning and expression. The production is pristine and playful, the arrangements sport myriad exotic instruments and futuristic sounds, and kd’s rich, utterly singular voice has never been more joyful. INVINCIBLE SUMMER sounds like how a summer romance feels.

(4) Jeff Beck: BLOW BY BLOW Jeff Beck’s move into jazz fusion in 1975 was a seismic event in the evolution of the guitar. On BLOW BY BLOW, Beck’s melodic instincts and virtuosic playing are perfectly complimented by George Martin’s lush production and Richard Bailey’s expressive drumming, elevating this album into the Music of the Spheres. More than just my favorite album by my favorite guitar player, BLOW BY BLOW is a milestone in my evolution. It opened my mind to jazz, leading to a lifetime of musical exploration and immense listening pleasure. This was when I GOT IT.

(3) Joni Mitchell: COURT AND SPARK I love Joni Mitchell’s discography so much that six of her records were in serious contention for this list, but it always comes back to COURT AND SPARK for me. BLUE may have been more influential, and HEJIRA more intimate, but COURT AND SPARK was the zeitgeist, an immediate classic that captured the spirit of its time distinctively and enduringly. Here, Joni transforms from folk singer to band leader, from songwriter-of-note to major artist and cultural icon. She dives the depths of the divine feminine on this flawless record. From the hopeful romantic of “Help Me,” to the wallflower of “People’s Parties,” the floozy of “Raised on Robbery,” the jilted date of “Car on a Hill,” and most poignantly, the vulnerable lover/yearning everywoman of “The Same Situation,” Joni brings the Goddess to life, a modern woman with an ancient soul.

(2) The Beatles: ABBEY ROAD It’s their most exquisitely produced album. It’s the first in which George’s songwriting truly equals that of John and Paul – both at the peak of their powers. It matches REVOLVER in song quality and PEPPER in conceptual brilliance. Most importantly, ABBEY ROAD’s towering artistic, critical, and commercial achievement, against all odds given their compounding personal issues, elevates the Beatles’ legacy immeasurably. Without it, their dissolution would have been all the more tragic; with it their divine status is assured forever. I love that they found it in themselves to do this, to let music and love prevail. ABBEY ROAD is exhilarating and triumphant, and it’s my favorite Beatles album.

(1) Pink Floyd: DARK SIDE OF THE MOON How is this even an album? It feels more like a continent, a civilization, an epoch. How could anything this vast, this weighty be contained on 12 inches of vinyl? DARK SIDE OF THE MOON plays like an akashic record of ancient wisdom and future prophecy transmuted into sonic vibrations streaming through a cosmic wormhole into the deepest archetypal recesses of the human psyche. It opens with birth and cycles through the concepts of time, sex, money, duality, and insanity before its ultimate cathartic breakthrough – observing our reality with detached perspective and acceptance, in alignment with all that is, in awe of the miracle of creation. Pink Floyd held a mirror to our collective unconscious and found the musical and poetic language to reflect our most essential and universal truth. DARK SIDE OF THE MOON is the most profound album in history, and it’s my favorite album of all time.

My list of honorable mentions is exhaustive: PET SOUNDS, BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER, DUSTY IN MEMPHIS, NILSSON SCHMILSSON, FRAGILE, BLOOD ON THE TRACKS, HEJIRA, THE ROCHES, GHOST IN THE MACHINE, NIGHT AND DAY, and PISCES, AQUARIUS, CAPRICORN AND JONES LIMITED all vied for serious contention.

JIM FORD

Note: My first encounters with these albums dictate this order, and I know that a good twenty other LPs are dying to be included on this list.

The Beatles: SERGEANT PEPPER’S LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND This album was my baptism into the lofted world of rock and roll. It allowed me to understand and express how music made me feel about myself, my family, my friends, and society. It enhanced my connection to music, boosted my morale, sparked my creativity, and solidified my worldview.

Phil Ochs: PLEASURES OF THE HARBOR These eight songs are filled with beauty, death, pathos, sadness, and joy, which I was starting to identify and express as a young male in my late teens. Music can change the world; this album changed me.

King Crimson: IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING This album allowed me to be loud, daring, and bombastic, a Doomsday prophet and suspect of what would come. Its cover still evokes mystery and plunder to this day.

Neil Young: EVERYBODY KNOWS THIS IS NOWHERE Although AFTER THE GOLD RUSH is a perfect album with songs that helped me cope with my life and survive college, this album is my favorite. It had a life-changing effect on me and still does to this day. The power, the guts, the noise, the passion, and the extreme and wild emotions, via the clashing of strings and propelling vocals, stroking a young man’s imagination, set my musical journey on its way.

Joni Mitchell: LADIES OF THE CANYON The second time I ever performed in public in the early seventies, I played Joni’s “For Free.” I was a 20-year-old guitar-playing Phil Ochs wannabe, and this album nurtured and propelled me into adulthood.

Steve Wonder: TALKING BOOK This disc is a testament to the power of love. After years of adulating white males as the evangelist of rock and roll, I was ushered into the amazing and vital history of Black songwriters and musicians.

The Moody Blues: SEVENTH SOJOURN Symphonic vibrations, poetic storytelling, mellotron melodies, and musical journeys drift into each other; this recording always lifts me into another world I am grateful to experience.

Dan Fogelberg: SOUVENIRS A dreamer from the mountains of Colorado, blessed with an angelic voice that emits touching and humanistic lyrics, Fogelberg’s music on this album has been part of my mission statement for most of my life. “There’s a light in the midst of your darkness, let it shine!”

Jars of Clay: GOOD MONSTERS This album is about my life, a spiritual reckoning, a lesson in humility, and a call to action.

Amethyst Kiah: STILL + BRIGHT She is young, she is black, she is gay, and I have fallen in love with this album and her vision for our world. She reminds me that not all the great albums were created in the ‘60s and ‘70s! There is still great music to come!

MICHAEL BARTZ

Joni Mitchell: HEJIRA What is left to say except, Joni, you have given me so many hours of pleasure – musically, intellectually, poetically – I want to thank you with my whole being? Well, this: HEJIRA is a cool masterpiece that burns, a beautiful example of the melding of African American and African beats, tones, and rhythms within a unique version of Jazz/Pop and soaring poetry brought to birth by Joni, and bassist Jaco Pastorius. Also, one of the best album covers ever.

The Beatles: REVOLVER Life-changing music for young people of the time. “But listen to the color of your dreams,” Lennon sings in “Tomorrow Never Knows.” “Got to get you into my life!” the cutest kid on the face of the planet with one of the greatest voices ever recorded wails to the sea of totally adoring girls… and boys out there. The so innovative and original use of brass (thank you, George Martin!), the psychedelic overtones, the Eastern tones and instruments, the electronic experiments – all coalesce to create an album at times joyous, at times meditative, at times funny, at times lyrical, but always interesting. Also one of the great covers of the 20th century. Klaus Voormann, a bassist, artist, and friend designed and drew it. The photo on the back of the totally high Fab Four is as charming as it gets.

Bob Dylan: BRINGING IT ALL BACK HOME One moment in an incredible life of music and art; ah, but what a moment! These are the months Dylan “went electric.” This album is the last great, polished, mature, modern-folksinging Bob Dylan before his marvelous evolution, here singing songs that were Folk, Rock, Rap (!), Blues; that were surreal, down home, political, romantic, emotional. Part acoustic, part electric, the album transports the listener from one genre to another effortlessly, and we, for sure, want to go along for the ride. (It was almost impossible for me to choose between BRINGING IT ALL BACK HOME and BLOOD ON THE TRACKS, but I persevered and forced myself!)

Crosby, Stills and Nash: CROSBY, STILLS AND NASH No one alive in the summer of 1969 could miss the advertisements; they were ubiquitous. I never understood why Atlantic Records spent so much money pushing the album. These boys were quite popular in their previous bands, and folks would at least give them a listen when their collaboration emerged. Atlantic must have known what they had. And what was that? Well, a trio of cosmically talented musicians whose voices almost preternaturally blended, and each of whose abilities and work inspired the others. One problem for older lovers of this album is that whenever they listen to it they’re transported back to the late ’60s and early ’70s – the good parts anyway – and get lost in a pleasant haze of nostalgia that brings the day’s work to a halt. Every aspect of this album shows care and professionalism; this on top of the enormous range of tempo, subject, emotion, poetry, great musicianship, and harmony that is exhibited in the songs. Crosby, Stills, and Nash became the benchmark for this kind of music – often identified with California and the famous Laurel Canyon: Serious, loving, narrative driven, confessional, celebrative, youthful – all wrapped in lush harmonies.

Neil Young: AFTER THE GOLD RUSH Okay, call me a wimp. But you’d be WRONG. I absolutely LOVE “the Horse!” I love TONIGHT’S THE NIGHT. “Cortez the Killer” is one of my absolute favorite songs. Really. But, gosh, I do love me a wailful tune with Neil on a dark stage with just a soft spotlight, on guitar and harmonica, or piano. In fact, this is kind of a “piano album.” There’s pianoforte on many of the songs. But it’s also, a harmony album! And solo or with backup, Neil’s young voice – a mixture of baby, teenager, female, male – is totally original and arresting. There are intimate songs, future rockers, prairie (Canada, the Southwest US) inspired visions, and beautiful harmonies. The eponymous “After the Gold Rush” became one of the greatest eco-anthems of the late 20th and early 21st centuries. And the album has one of the greatest erotic songs of the time: “When You Dance, I Can Really Love.” Oh, and another basically black and white cover that is certainly in the top ten!

Karla Bonoff: THE BEST OF KARLA BONOFF: ALL MY LIFE Karla Bonoff, along with Christine McVie of Fleetwood Mac and Carole King, is one of the great masters of the modern pop ballad. She has an absolutely seductive voice and gift for melody, in the sense that the listener just wants more – more melodies, more lyrics, more poignancy, more hooks. Bonoff’s hooks are the kind you don’t really mind becoming earworms every once (or more) in a while. You want to keep listening, keep hearing! Along with basic, competent musicians she’s created one masterpiece of a ballad after another in her long career.

Bob Marley and the Wailers: SURVIVAL Composed during the mature development of his musical powers, SURVIVAL showcases Marley as developing politically in radically beautiful ways. Dorothy Day was saying, “Our troubles stem from our acceptance of this filthy, rotten system.” Bob Marley was singing, “Me say de Babylon system is the vampire… Suckin’ the blood of the sufferers.” Reggae was starting to conquer the world and Marley became its face for so many music lovers. He took the rhythms of Reggae and stretched them out with the help of magnificent contributors like Bunny Wailer and bassist Aston “Family Man” Barrett. The album is pure musical visceralness – you can’t not dance, or at least move your body – at the same time your heart and mind are being moved by the lyrics. (It was almost impossible for me to choose among SURVIVAL, EXODUS, and UPRISING, as my favorite. Maybe it came down to the beautiful cover – 48 African flags and an historical etching of the hold of a slave ship – and what it began to teach us about the struggles of Black people historically and the attempts at the liberation of Africa itself.)

The Band: THE BAND There is no Dylan exactly as he is now without the Band. Robbie Robertson and Levon Helm were the central powers, but every member of the group was essential for the success of the music it created. It was such a time of experimentation and growth in popular music. The Band teamed a unique, rootsy quality with Rock ‘n’ Roll, Country, prairie, and electric guitar. The result was an absolutely pleasing, joyful, down-to-earth eclectic sound that was truly original. Dylan recognized their musical insights and their shared origins and thus MUSIC FROM BIG PINK was born. Both the Band and Bob went on to do some good stuff.

Simon and Garfunkel: BOOKENDS Childhood/old age. “ …between the forceps and the stone,” as Joni says. All great artists take on the big life questions at some time and here Paul Simon does so masterfully. It’s an examination of youth and mortality and the journey between. I was 21 years old when BOOKENDS was released, and was absolutely struck – naively, humorously, philosophically, religiously – by the line from “Old Friends”: “ …how terribly strange to be seventy.” It gnawed at my brain and heart for five decades, every time I listened to the album, until I actually was 70 and it’s power and meaning for my life became apparent; something tells me it’s all happenin’ at the Zoo. “America,” of course, is one of the greatest songs of the twentieth century. And, oh yeah, again: a great album in pristine black and white.

The Grateful Dead: WORKINGMAN’S DEAD True, AMERICAN BEAUTY is a masterpiece of California Folk-Rock, Robert Hunter visioned, roots inspired, Jerry Garcia driven music… but WORKINGMAN’S DEAD, which followed close upon, raised the bar in production values, musical exploration, and soul. Its grittiness is its charm. Its mournfulness was a needed antidote to the heavy sweetness of much popular rock at the time. The Dead spent a lot of time in the studio throughout their existence, but were never really satisfied; everyone knows that their live performances, in concert with, grabbing energy from, their audience of adoring followers was where they shone, where they achieved the heights of musical experience. I think WORKINGMAN’S DEAD comes the closest of any studio album to that level of creation. It also has one of the great album covers of the time.

Addendum: I wrestled mightily with the question of whether or not to include the following album – an outlier certainly – but in the end could not really justify dropping any of the above. But I wanted to state that one of my favorite albums of all time, one I’ve been listening to for over 50 years, is FLUTE CONCERTOS OF EIGHTEENTH CENTURY PARIS performed by Jean-Pierre Rampal. A perfect example of late baroque music including one of my favorite instruments, the harpsichord. (Keith Jarrett’s THE KOLN CONCERT and his JS BACH – THE GOLDBERG VARIATIONS are also in the running.)

TED MONIAK

Out of a possible 500 Top Albums, it is impossible to pick 10. Still, these came to mind, in no particular order:

 

Leo Kotke: 6 AND 12-STRING GUITAR I heard this album when I was in my young teens, and it made me want to play guitar, which I then proceeded to do. I think it also made a lot of guitar players throw their guitars out the window.

Miles Davis: BITCHES BREW This album made me want to play music. I never get tired of listening to it. I think it incurred the wrath of traditional Jazz listeners, but it also beguiled Rock and Roll people. It changed music forever.

Robin Trower: BRIDGE OF SIGHS A classic Rock album. People say, uncharitably, that Robin Trower is a Hendrix wannabe, but that’s not true. Trower has his own style, particularly his own approach to songwriting.

King Crimson: LARK’S TONGUES IN ASPIC I only list this particular Crimson album because it was the first of theirs that I ever heard. It doesn’t sound like anything else but the incredible imagination of Robert Fripp. It includes the stunningly beautiful “Book of Saturday.”

The Sex Pistols: NEVER MIND THE BOLLOCKS, HERE’S THE SEX PISTOLS Impossible to explain how much this album meant to a 17-year-old Detroit punk. This was the beginning of punk rock for us, and though we waited impatiently for its US release, making do with a 45 of “God Save the Queen,” this album lived up to ALL the hype.

Pere Ubu: DUB HOUSING In its own way, as much a revelation as the aforementioned Sex Pistols album. Cleveland’s finest musical weirdos produced an album that describes post-industrial despair with, paradoxically, the feeling that you could do anything. Thank you, Crocus Behemoth. (EDITOR’S NOTE: David Thomas, the founding member, lead singer and chief composer of Pere Ubu, passed away on April 23 at the age of 71, a fact noted with sadness by Ted and fellow admirer Kevin. Pere Ubu were leading practitioners of a sort of “avant garde post punk,” and were most active from 1975 to 1982, and then intermittently from 1987 to Thomas’ death. The singer’s unique vocal style was characterized by Emerson Dameron as “James Stewart trapped in an oboe.” Renowned music critic Greil Marcus wrote that “Mr. Thomas’s voice is that of a man muttering in a crowd. You think he’s talking to himself until you realize he’s talking to YOU.”)

Joy Division: CLOSER An alchemical transmutation of lead into gold. No one is unmoved upon hearing this album. I remember listening to it for the first time in a dorm room at college only to be informed, mid-way through, that John Lennon had been killed and that Russia was thinking about invading Poland. This is the theme music to the world already having ended.

Richard and Linda Thompson: SHOOT OUT THE LIGHTS No one plays guitar like RT, and no one sings ‘em like Linda Thompson. The astonishing beauty as a product of a disintegrating marriage. I met their daughter Kammy on a rooftop in North London once. She was very nice.

Nick Drake: BRYTER LAYTER Why this album, when I could have picked almost any of his? It’s just because it’s the one I heard first. It also includes the absolutely breathtaking song “Northern Sky.”

Joni Mitchell: THE HISSING OF SUMMER LAWNS/HEJIRA Now, this is really two separate albums, but I don’t hear them that way. I hear them as bookends, complimentary colors, the summer and winter of Joni Mitchell as she reached maturity. She is in full command of her extraordinary songwriting ability on this pair of recordings. She worked with the finest new Jazz musicians she could find, such as Jaco Pastorius, Larry Carlton, Tom Scott and Victor Feldman. I can’t separate these albums in my mind, and frequently listen to them in order in one sitting. If there were any justice in the world these albums would have gone platinum, but of course, it doesn’t usually work out that way.

DAVE DYER

(1) Kiss: HOTTER THAN HELL Kiss’ second album, produced by Kenny Kerner and Richie Wise, is a nasty, dirty, grungy sounding album, which is why I like it so much! The raw sound and deep bass by Gene Simmons pounds through you on tracks like “Got to Choose,” “Parasite,” “Watchin’ You” and “Strange Ways.” The amazing guitar work by Ace Frehley and Paul Stanley’s vocals are rock and roll genius!

(2) Electric Light Orchestra: DISCOVERY Pure Disco-ish pop sensibility by master songwriter Jeff Lynne. I remember going to the swimming pool with my mom during summer break and hearing songs like “Confusion,” “Shine a Little Love” and “Don’t Bring Me Down” on the jukebox. These are great songs that are part of my Life Soundtrack! All the songs are still as fresh today as they were in ’79. Special mention to “Diary of Horace Wimp.” If the Beatles had stayed together, this might have been what they sounded like at the end of the ‘70s.

(3) Saga: WORLDS APART If you have never listened to Saga, then you are missing something truly special. This album is a Prog masterpiece! From their one hit, “On the Loose” to “Wind Him Up” and “Times Up,” the whole damn album is a musical delight for your ears. Highly recommended!

(4) Cheap Trick: HEAVEN TONIGHT Crank this baby up to “11” and hold on and don’t stop! One of the greatest rock albums of the ‘70s done the Cheap Trick way, with such songs as “Surrender,” “On Top of the World,” “California Man,” and “Stiff Competition.” A true Rock and Roll delight and one HELL of an album that is just “Heaven Tonight!”

(5) Toto: TURN BACK Toto’s third outing was not a big album for them whatsoever and didn’t even spawn a hit for the band, yet I find it to be one of their very best! The songwriting is so strong and infectious, with great tunes such as “Gift With a Golden Gun,” “English Eyes,” “A Million Miles Away,” and “Goodbye Elenore,” just to name a few. From start to finish, it is just an exceptional album by – in my opinion – one of the most underrated bands around.

(6) Dokken: UNDER LOCK AND KEY The first three songs alone are skull crushers… “Unchain the Night,” “The Hunter” and “In My Dreams.” Don Dokken is one of the best metal singers of the 1980s; plus, you’ve got the scorching guitar shredding of George Lynch; now, sprinkle in backing vocals and bass and drums by Jeff Pilson (who is now playing with Foreigner) and Wild Mick Brown, and you’ve got a real metal threat on your hands! The best disc of their short career.

(7) Kansas: VINYL CONFESSIONS At this point in the history of Kansas, Steve Walsh had just left the band and, after the remaining members auditioned over 100 singers, they settled on a young guy by the name of John Elefante. Elefante was a born-again Christian, and meeting Kerry Livgren (who had also just found Christ), they began writing together for VINYL CONFESSIONS. “Play the Game Tonight,” “Right Away,” “Chasing Shadows,” “Windows,” “Play On”” and the rest of the songs all have an underlying religious theme. Though underrated, this is a great album with righteous songs!

(8) Gino Vannelli: NIGHTWALKER With such songs as “I Believe,” “Living Inside Myself,” “Put the Weight on My Shoulders” and the title track, you’ll want to turn the lights down low, pop a bottle of wine, take the hand of your lover and dance the night away! There is no voice more soothing than Gino’s. No joke… this is a beautiful album, written and performed by one of the most underrated songwriters of our time. Simply stunning!

(9) The Fixx: REACH THE BEACH A powerhouse of ‘80s goodness! The Fixx were new on the scene and had a mesmerizing new wave sound that exemplified what the 1980s were all about… sounds you had never heard before, with lots of synth, keyboards and catchy songs with unusual vocals. Among them: “One Thing Leads to Another,” “Sign of Fire,” and “Saved by Zero.” But then, listen to hidden gems like “Reach the Beach,” “Liner,” and “Opinions.” This album will not disappoint! In fact, pick any Fixx album and you’ll find that to be true.

(10) Gary Numan: DANCE One thing about the “Godfather of New Wave” was that he always challenged himself with what new sounds he could mix into the proverbial music pot. DANCEis what he cooked up in 1981, and I consider it to be the most ambitious of his ‘80s offerings. The dark journey begins with “Slow Car to China.” Side Two starts with the greatest of his songs, “She’s Got Claws.” The record ends with the mysterious and haunting “You Are, You Are” and “Moral.” This is a “must check out” album, truly. You can thank me later!

KEEPING THE LEGACY ALIVE: SONS OF CREAM LIVE PREVIEW

SONS OF CREAM (KOFI BAKER) (uncredited publicity photo)

The terms “power trio” and “supergroup” were coined to describe Cream. Eric Clapton was already regarded as one of the best guitar players in the world (London’s walls would occasionally feature graffiti claiming “Clapton Is God” in the mid-1960s), while both mutli-instrumentalist Jack Bruce and drummer Ginger Baker both had formal training as Jazz musicians before joining Blues Incorporated in 1962. Baker and Bruce, though they argued and fought continually, somehow managed to end up playing together in a number of groups until they decided to meld their considerable Jazz chops with Clapton’s heavy Blues style to form the crushingly formidable group Cream in 1966. The band recorded four albums before breaking up in 1968, leaving an indelible mark on popular music that is as strong today as it was then.

CREAM Farewell Concert, Royal Albert Hall, 26 November 1968 (JACK BRUCE, GINGER BAKER, ERIC CLAPTON) (photo credit: RAY STEVENSON/SHUTTERSTOCK)

There are a lot of bands that could be considered as “sons of Cream,” power trios and other groups with bonafide chops that made Cream such a powerhouse musical entity; there is only one, however, who can call themselves Sons of Cream. And they have the pedigree to prove it: Kofi Baker, the son of Ginger and Malcolm Bruce, Jack’s son, have teamed up with guitarist Rob Johnson (keeping it all in the family, Rob is a grandnephew of Ginger Baker) to celebrate the music and the legacy of Cream. “With a name like Rob Johnson, you really can’t go wrong, right?,” Kofi quipped in reference to legendary Bluesman Robert Johnson who wrote “Crossroads,” during a recent interview to preview the trio’s upcoming tour stop at the iconic Wildey Theatre in Edwardsville, Illinois.

SONS OF CREAM (MALCOLM BRUCE, KOFI BAKER) (photo credit: ROGER BROOKS PHOTOGRAPHY)

We discussed how Ginger (and Jack, as well) was essentially a Jazz player who could articulate the music in a much different fashion than a standard-issue rock drummer and how that finesse plays an important role in his style, as well: “You’ve got to come check this band out because we’re playing the music the way they played it, but you’ve got better sound quality now so you can actually hear it better.” As Baker discussed the similarities (non-musical, as well as musical) between his Dad’s group and his band, mentioning how he and Malcolm argue and fight just like their fathers did throughout their careers, he added, “But, also, you gotta check this band out because I don’t know how long this band is gonna stay together.”

SONS OF CREAM (KOFI BAKER) (uncredited publicity photo)

Kofi mentioned that aside from playing songs from the Cream catalog, he, Johnson and Bruce would also be playing some tunes from Blind Faith, the post-Cream band that features Ginger and Eric Clapton. He also wanted to point out that Sons of Cream were also writing new music. “The whole point of Sons of Cream was that we are writing original stuff. I mean, I actually wrote an original album with Rob Johnson, the guitar player, before Malcolm joined the band.” Additionally Baker discussed recording some music after the tour. “We are writing original music, as well, and we’re actually doing a record deal in England after this tour and we’re going to do an album. We’re going to do half and half. We’re going to do half Cream songs and half originals, which is basically what Cream did. Cream, you know, did originals and covers.” “The idea, as we progress, is we might start writing more new Cream songs… Keep the legacy going and keep that genre of music going where it’s a lot more improvised.”

SONS OF CREAM (KOFI BAKER) (uncredited publicity photo)

He also wanted everyone to know that Sons of Cream is not a tribute band. “Like I say, it’s not a tribute band, it’s a legacy band called Sons of Cream and what we’re trying to do is keep that genre of music, that legacy… our legacy alive. We wanna play and do new stuff and mix it all up and, you know, keep the whole thing going… get it to the masses, to the young people. I just want the young people to experience music that’s not so contrived.”

SONS OF CREAM (KOFI BAKER, MALCOLM BRUCE, ROB JOHNSON) (photo credit: INDIA SCARLET/THE WATERFRONT NORWICH)

Kofi Baker and Sons of Cream roll into Edwardsville on Saturday, February 22 for what promises to be a fun and – possibly – volatile night of music, keeping the legend and the legacy of Ginger Baker, Jack Bruce and Eric Clapton alive. For more tour dates and more information about the band, go to their website; for ticket info and directions to the Wildey, please visit the venue’s site. See you there!

MOTHER BRUCE FINDS UTOPIA: THE BRUCE FOWLER INTERVIEW

A FEATURE FROM THE VAULT

BRUCE FOWLER (uncredited photo)

PART ONE: THE INTRODUCTION

George Duke. Ruth Underwood. Napoleon Murphy Brock. Legendary Mothers, all. And, the list is endless… there are actually too many musicians to mention here who owe their careers to Frank Zappa. Some of the original or early members of Zappa’s Mothers – including Motorhead Sherwood, Bunk and Buzz Gardner, Jimmy Carl Black, Elliot Ingber – continue to tour as the Grandmothers. More recently, a group of latter day Zappa band members have been working together under the name Banned From Utopia. Though the membership of this group is fairly nebulous – much like Zappa’s many incarnations of the Mothers – the current group (drummer Chad Wackerman, bassist Arthur Barrow, percussionist Ed Mann, keyboardist Tommy Mars, vocalist Robert Martin, guitarist Mike Miller, special guest vocalist Ray White, horn players Kurt McGettrick and Albert Wing, as well as the Fowler brothers, Tom, Walt, and Bruce) have just released SO YUH DON’T LIKE MODERN ART on Steve Vai’s Favored Nation label. The album is a Mothers-like free-for-all, incorporating some of Zappa’s more adventurous compositions (“Dupree’s Paradise” and ”Sinister Footwear, Second Movement,” among them) alongside band originals that are definitely in the “Frank Zappa” musical mold (the raunchy “Freeway Vigilante” and the politically incorrect “Christian Coalition Blues,” included). Having long been fans of whatever musical entity that Frank would use to present his music, we here at the Mule simply could not let an opportunity to speak to Bruce Fowler get past us. And, so… we give you… the Man, the Myth, the Legend… Bruce Fowler (circa 2002).

PART TWO: THE INTERVIEW

THE MULE: Hey, Bruce. Let’s talk about a new album, some old albums, and some old memories. First, Banned From Utopia. One of the things I have noticed through speaking to various other members of Zappa’s former band, you guys… it’s almost like a club.

BRUCE: That’s right. It’s like, in the blood. I just went over to Gail’s (Zappa, Frank’s widow) house the other day. It was really, really fun. We listened to some stuff from ‘72, from the GRAND WAZOO band. We looked at this documentary that’s in progress of being made by… in Amsterdam… a guy named Frank Shepherd. It’s really great. It’s a work in progress. He’s has been here twice and he’s coming back again this year – trying to finish this thing.

It goes all the way from the beginning. He interviewed all these different people from the band. It’s really, really interesting. You know… even from being in it, I didn’t really know what his influence was on some of the other guys. So after seeing that, it was great. George Duke was talking about how Zappa opened him up to music and the synthesizer… it was amazing. You’d have to say that everybody who played in the band became a much better musician, first of all. For some guys, it was the only real training that they had. You could have been a self taught musician and come into his band, and by the end of it, you’ve been through the whole thing… you’re highly competent to do other music. You know, we can read and everything.

THE MOTHERS, live late 1973 (BRUCE FOWLER, CHESTER THOMPSON, NAPOLEON MURPHY BROCK, FRANK ZAPPA) (uncredited photo)

THE MULE: I understand that he was pretty rough, in the sense that he demanded the best out of everybody. By the same token, he gave everybody a chance to shine in his band, a chance to move beyond a standard Rock and Roll, Jazz, Blues format.

BRUCE: That’s true; he was interested in every kind of music you could think of. He combined Classical influence, Indian music, Tibetan music. He talked about it on the video. All of that stuff is conglomerated into his music. Zarinsky combined with Varese, for instance. He talks about how something in between… a missing link between Zarinsky and Varese. He talks about that for a second. Let’s see… what was the question exactly? I kind of went off. Oh yeah… he was a taskmaster, to be sure. He would say – I saw in print many times – guys can be in this band as long as they can play the music, but if they can’t, they gotta go. It was nothing personal; he just had to have his music performed right. And it’s true, that members of the band – the personalities of the individual guys, had a lot to do with the music that he wrote. Always… from the beginning. He wrote music that those guys could shine bright; he could use the personalities of the individuals in the band. Duke Ellington was like that.

THE MULE: I think all great composers… musicians… have a little bit of that in them.

BRUCE: Yeah. Even if you go back to Strauss and the Classical guys… the guys that were playing with them definitely influenced the way they wrote.

THE MULE: I’m looking at the disc and the people that were involved – besides yourself and your brothers – most of the people involved are latter day Zappa musicians.

BRUCE: That’s right. I came in in ‘72, with THE GRAND WAZOO, before the George Duke/Jean Luc (violinist Jean Luc Ponty) days… actually, it was in between, because he was in there during Flo and Eddie, I believe. I’m not sure about it… I’m not sure that’s actually true, but maybe it is. At any rate, the band with Jean Luc Ponty that began in ‘73, that was really a strong instrumental band, so the guys could play really hard music. The first band… the original Mothers… those guys were entertainers. They had great personalities and they were funny and everything, but they weren’t heavily trained musicians in the technical sense. The music he wrote later on… during the Flo and Eddie era… when the guy threw him off the stage in London and he broke his leg. He was in a wheelchair for a year… during that time he wrote a lot of really hard stuff. He was looking to have really well trained guys, and the character of his band changed drastically. I’m good friends with some of those original Mothers… (keyboard/synthesizer player Don) Preston and Ian (Underwood, keyboards and woodwinds). Ian, now he was heavily well-trained; and Preston is well trained, but the other guys… not really. They’re more beat guys. The music that we learned so well by playing it a million times is that Jazzier, modern Classical, technical stuff. Sure, we played the earlier pieces, too… a lot of them. But, there was a strong emphasis on the more complicated music. Plus, it’s a lot of fun for a musician to play that stuff.

I think it’s interesting to note that a lot of these tribute bands, they’re all playing that stuff from the ROXY… record (ROXY AND ELSEWHERE, an infamous live album from 1974). The same stuff we played. So we kind of found out… we don’t play the same stuff as everyone else. But that’s the fun stuff to play. And also, Frank… his personality is so strong on some of those tunes, that it’s kind of weird to do it without him singing it. Even “Montana,” for instance… we didn’t do that for the longest time because it just seemed like it wasn’t going to be right. There are a couple instrumental tunes… guitar tunes that we don’t do because they really were Frank’s features on the guitar and we don’t want to do it. And… I don’t think he wanted people to do it, either. A lot of people miss him… it’s not a matter of having a tribute band and having that being some kind of a thing. It’s just a matter of having a lot of fun. It’s such an integral part of our history and we’re just drawn to do it.

FRANK ZAPPA AND THE MOTHERS: ROXY AND ELSEWHERE

THE MULE: There are 10 songs on the album and half of those are original numbers.

BRUCE: That’s the other thing. We don’t just want to just be a tribute band; we want to have our own thing. The tradition of speaking out against the establishment, especially now with what’s going on… it seems the world needs some people who are going to stand up and tell it like it is. Instead of being a commercial… talking about your girlfriend or whatever and have a sort of nothing music. In the tradition of Frank, you have to get in and battle it out with the forces of evil. I think part of the reason we were hired in the first place by him, was that we sort of felt the same way he did about censorship and politics. And, as he says on this tape… he says, “Deviant behavior is necessary because you have to deviate from the norm in order to do something different” and, who knows… it might even be an improvement. That’s really well put. And plus… we like comedy; it’s fun to make fun. It’s kind of taken in fun, but we’re truly horrified by what we see going on around us. What was your reaction to those tunes?

THE MULE: The originals? Listening to the disc all the way through its almost seamless… you guys obviously got your chops.

BRUCE: One of the hardest things about that record was getting the right order of tunes. We tried a million of them out. And that’s probably the best we could do. We had a few other tunes that didn’t make it onto the CD. I think it came out pretty good, considering. And, you’re right… guys like Chad… he’s such a great drummer. All you have to do is stick with him. We recorded the rhythm section and then, we overdubbed just about everything else… although we kept all the original rhythm tracks and then we added additional rhythm stuff; like a lot of the original guitar tracks and keyboard tracks are there, but there might be another one added.

THE MULE: I think that you guys have definitely captured the spirit of Frank’s adventuresome nature and his desire to present what may possibly be alternative viewpoints in a method that people are going to actually listen to and – whether they realize it or not – they are receiving this message. Does that make sense?

BRUCE: Yeah. I think it’s important to have some message. It’s interesting that my daughter’s a musician… and she’s 14 and she’s talking the same way. I think that maybe this generation that’s just coming up might be more interested in genuine music… with actual players. We have so many machines running around doing everything… in music, too. Not that I have anything against it; believe me, I use it all the time.

I really like the way machines have entered the music world. They have made a lot of things possible that weren’t before. I can just imagine what Frank would be up to if he had the current machines. But still, you got to have a guy who can play it to have the true expression. Our thing is that we can still do it… I don’t know… we’re getting older, you know. It’s been along time since ‘72… 30 years ago! We played that stuff so many times that it’s just not that hard… even though it’s really hard to do it. We’ve already been through that. And a guy like Chad, he can come over here and we can pull out a tune like “Sinister Footwear,” which is incredibly complicated, and he plays it right down. Like we just did it yesterday. That’s amazing.

THE MULE: Yeah, definitely. The guy is incredible.

BRUCE: He is incredible. I think one of the traditions of Frank is to have this drummer who is just a monster and then he’d have a bass player who holds down the fort and keeps this solid-as-a-rock time going on while Frank and the drummer go crazy. That’s something that all these great drummers that started out on the scene, about the time of Flo and Eddie… about ‘70 or so… Frank was an R and B guy when he was younger. He was loving R and B… and he played R and B guitar, too. That’s very interesting, you know? I think that he got more interested in Jazz… more interested in Classical music and the rest is history. We’ve all kind of been that way, even before we met him. My father is a music professor and he taught me about those rhythms before I met Frank. That’s how I was able to pass the audition… because I had already had some practice superimposing one rhythm on top of another.

THE MOTHERS, 1973 (GEORGE DUKE, BRUCE FOWLER, TOM FOWLER, IAN UNDERWOOD, FRANK ZAPPA, RALPH HUMPHREY, RUTH UNDERWOOD, JEAN-LUC PONTY) (photo credit SAM EMERSON)

THE MULE: The one thing – we’ve already touched on it – is you’ve got to be able to play the stuff. I was lucky enough to see Frank later on, in 1980. Arthur was in the band… Steve Vai was along with him… Ike and Ray (guitarists/vocalists Willis and White)… Ed Mann… Tommy… they would pull out these songs from seemingly nowhere. And Frank would lead them through it. It’s just like – you know… I mean, you were in the band – a wave of the hand or a nod of the head and… you’re off.

BRUCE: Yeah… the signal. He would make up a set of signals and we’d write ‘em all down; then, we’d have this list of stuff that it meant. It might be changed from tour to tour. We had to know them well enough so we could go from anything to anything else at the drop of a hat. Also, there would be certain things that he could insert in the middle of any tune just by putting up his little finger or some other signal… two or three or four or five, even… or some other thing, like the sign for the “C” chord… you know, the little “C” with his hand. That “C” chord was very useful and poppy in places. I was noticing, in fact, that this 1972 GRAND WAZOO, which had 22 people in it… they were in the middle of this one tune and there were three different free sessions that went on for 10 minutes. It was wild. I had forgotten all about it.

He really got into some stuff… he was obviously just conducting us on the spot. I like to do that… freeform conducting. It’s really fun. I did it in Amsterdam for this orchestra a couple of years ago. We wrote a bunch of orchestral tracks that were based on WAKA/JAWAKA and that kind of stuff. After the big Holland festival, which featured Frank that year. They actually did 200 MOTELS live… we did “Gregory Peckory” live with Ensemble Modern… then we had this third group, the Metropol Orchestra, and we did our concert… which was pretty loose and I just started conducting, because the conductor couldn’t do it… there was no way! You had to see Frank do it in order to have some idea of what he wanted. So, I just started conducting them and then I just turned around and started conducting the audience and they were right with me. I didn’t have to tell them what to do or anything about it… what signals meant… they just did it. It was great! That thing was recorded, but they’re hiding the tape. They won’t even give it to Gail. They’ve got it hidden, you know? It’s weird. I’d love to see that come out.

I think, along the lines of music and Frank – and us, too – I’d like to see the stuff retain its spontaneity and not go the way of some Jazz, which is now like a highbrow music… with tuxes and everything. I hope this doesn’t do that. That’s one thing that I kind of wonder… Frank, the greatest composer of the 20th century… kind of turns me off because of that. For instance, when guys do arrangements of the music, there might be stuff that we improvised… and now it’s written down, like its gospel. Like, guys put music in front of me – “Play this!” – but that’s stuff that I made up. That’s my stuff… I can’t do that!

THE MULE: Within the current group, do you have the opportunity to do any of that… orchestrating on the spot?

BRUCE: Oh yeah. We do it. Ike was in our band and he drifted out before we did this record. I have a feeling that certain guys will probably be in and out of the band. Like him… Ike would do it. He would conduct in that Zappa manner. I can do it… different guys can do it, but it’s important for somebody to stand out there and do something because it keeps everything together. On the other hand, we can just play free… and that’s sort of the same thing. You do it by just listening, where nobody is actually leading us. But somebody needs to get out there and actually lead us in order to get that to work. It’s like… There’s one tune, “Christian Coalition Blues,” the last tune (on the SO YUH DON’T LIKE MODERN ART album). That’s our jam tune. It’s just a Blues, and then it goes into this sort of rap thing. It’s actually Rob Reed rapping… as if Rob Reed was a rapper. He’s the guy who started the Christian Coalition in the first place. He looks like he’s about 12… he doesn’t age… ever. Now he’s a big wig in the Republicans, you know… he’s an advisor and everything. This was actually written a long time ago; it was when we did a tour, at least five years ago. It’s a little out of date, but its never out of date because they keep doing the same stuff.

THE MULE: There are certain things that don’t go out of vogue.

BRUCE: No… if we play that tune, we go with whatever current event is happening. Like when Clinton was having all his troubles, we had the blue dress. I went to the thrift store and got a blue dress and I put a bunch of Elmer’s Glue on it… so that it would look right. And that was on-stage and, you know, it was fun! We invent these vignettes… we’ll start talking about something and it gets into like, a little play. Frank started that early on. When he first started doing his stuff at the Derek Theatre in New York, he experimented with the audience… he went to London and did this kind of a play, where the group all broke up on stage because some of the guys wanted to actually have notes to play; then they brought an orchestra out and had a big fight between the band and the orchestra. This was on this video that I just bought the other day. That’s the kind of thing you definitely want to do. That makes our gig so much more fun for us… rather than just going out there and playing.

The other thing is – as with Frank – where a set list is only presented to the band moments before we go out… like five minutes before we’d go out, we’d get the set list. We’d be squealing, “Oh, my God! We haven’t played this one for weeks! How does that go again? What’s my part?” Take a quick look at your part because we’re not supposed to have any music out there… and we had 125 tunes in ‘88. It was hard to remember ‘em all… and the thing is, it was the opposite of a touring band that goes out and does the same exact show for an entire year or something. Like the current way of doing a show… which is cool, too… it’s a totally different thing, with all the lights… everything’s programmed… the stage moves and all that stuff. That’s the opposite of the way Frank liked to do stuff. I like both scenes really but, man, if we had to play the exact same thing every night, I don’t know why we’d do it. Which is never going to happen with this band. We’re doing it because we really enjoy it… that’s the bottom line. We’re not great businessmen, though. We’re going to need some help. That’s why I appreciate you calling me.

BRUCE FOWLER (uncredited photo)

THE MULE: I’m looking at an album that came out on Rhino in ‘82, by the Grandmothers. I see that your brothers are in the band but, at that time, you weren’t involved. Were you ever involved with them and how would you compare that band of ex-Mothers – ex-Zappa sidemen – to the current group, Banned From Utopia?

BRUCE: This is a similar thing to us, in a way. Those guys are more of the earlier guys. The difference between us and them is that we’re playing more of the later stuff… not that we shouldn’t do that. We did play some of the stuff from WE’RE ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY… we’ve played that before… and we’ve played some stuff from FREAK OUT before… “Help, I’m a Rock,” we played that. So, we’re not, like, exclusive or anything. We’re not going to not do that stuff… it’s just that we didn’t put it on the record. I think, interestingly enough, the Grandmothers are playing the stuff that we were playing when we were in the band… it crosses back and forth.

Those guys had a history with Frank; the business of it caused a big problem. So, they’re not really in great favor with the Zappa family. And… I don’t know how important this is or isn’t… basically, we want good relations with the Zappa family. You have to be kind of careful about the way you use the name Frank Zappa and stuff like that because… we don’t own it. It’s him… it’s the family that deserves it and owns it and everything. In a way, the Grandmothers are more split up from the family… they had a pretty bad fight with Frank. I think its valuable that those guys are playing. They’re fine and… I think they’re going to actually go play in Europe real soon. They have some guys that I know that are in the band… some LA musicians that are friends of mine. They’re trying to get a better band… their band is getting better, all the way around… the instrumental playing of it. They weren’t that great at first, technically; now they are getting some other new players that are really good. They’ll be good and I think they’re going to Germany soon.

We’ve got to come out and play; we’re working on that now. We’re going to go play… we HAVE to go play. My problem is that I work in the movie business; I’m an orchestrator… so I get busy. I can’t do this… I can’t organize the band and still do the work I do. I’ve got to have help. Having a big group is what we need… we need the percussionist… we need the singing, which takes three guys really… and how could we do it without the horn section? That’s what’s different about us; we’ve got the horn section.

BANNED FROM UTOPIA: SO YUH DON’T LIKE MODERN ART

PART THREE: THE CONCLUSION

That wasn’t the end of our conversation with Mister Fowler, boys and girls, but it was the end of our tape. So engaged were we with this interview that we forgot to turn the tape over and lost probably another fifteen minutes of reminiscing about Frank and some of the other players involved in this and other projects that Bruce has been involved in. Banned from Utopia’s current release, SO YUH DON’T LIKE MODERN ART, features ten tracks – five originals, five Zappa compositions – all played as only a group of Zappa-nurtured musicians could play them. I’m certain that Frank would be proud.

JON ANDERSON: 1000 HANDS, CHAPTER ONE

(BLUE ELAN RECORDS; 2020)

Jon Anderson has one of the most instantly recognizable voices in the world; as lead vocalist for prog rock titans Yes for the bulk of their storied career, his pipes became the vocal signature on dozens of vibrant rock classics such as “And You and I,” “Roundabout” and “Heart of the Sunrise.” Why Anderson is not still with Yes can best be left to another discussion, but the man still has a commanding, healthy sounding voice; he hardly seems to have aged at all despite his nearly 75 years of age. 1000 HANDS, Anderson’s latest opus, has been gestating for a number of years and earned its title at least partly from the exaggerated number of individuals who contributed to it. That includes former Yes associates like Steve Howe, Alan White and the late Chris Squire. So it stands to reason this dense new album will be of interest to Yes fans, but it’s also just a solid musical offering that anyone into lush, upbeat pop with classical leanings should be able to appreciate. It’s filled with spritely melodies, Anderson’s lyrical optimism and plenty of engaging instrumental interplay.

JON ANDERSON (photo credit: DEBORAH ANDERSON)

The album is bookended by two versions of a simple mostly acoustic song called “Now” in a brief into, then “Now and Again” as the fuller light rock song that ends the record (Howe guests on guitar here). “Ramalama” is a fun little piece that Anderson has said emerged from vocal exercises he was in the habit of doing. While one Anderson sings a repetitive “Dit di da,” another sings some lyrics about light, togetherness, finding your center and other standard Anderson concerns. The piece may remind some of Yes’ album 90210, especially the Rabin-penned “Leave It,” which I thought was extraordinary, myself. I’m hearing a banjo on this number, I believe, and that is kinda cool. By the time this song ends, it has thoroughly grabbed you and demonstrated Anderson’s absolute love of sheer sound, a real trademark of this iconic composer. “First Born Leaders” is an unlikely marriage of calypso and gospel stylings, featuring Larry Coryell guesting on guitar, a small choir and Anderson opening with a burst of smooth a cappella. “Everybody wants what they cannot have/Everybody needs what they cannot see/Everybody wants what they haven’t got at all,” goes the repeated chorus, and that’s pretty dang down to Earth for ol’ cosmic Jon. This is a melodic, upbeat tune that should please most music fans.

JON ANDERSON, 2016 (photo credit: JOE KLEON)

“Activate” features classical guitar and flute (by none other than Ian Anderson) and is one of the two tracks Chris Squire guests on, but at nearly 9 minutes is slightly too new agey for my taste. Anderson can’t stop his searchingly humanistic lyrics from simply pouring out in this song, and truthfully, they resonate quite well for the most part: “In accordance with the facts of life, we resolve to show the truth,” goes one lyric; “Don’t get in the way of the light that shines” is another. But I especially love this directive: “All you gotta do is mesmerize my heart and soul,” something I wish more artists would keep in mind. And the very poignant verse “And the only way we have of contacting you for sure/Is the melody of music and the harmony of love.” Although Anderson has voiced such sentiments countless times, I love the context here and it really moved me as a fellow musician. I only wish the song itself had contained more of the delicate beauty Anderson has been known to effortlessly conjure at times.

JON ANDERSON with ANDERSON PONTY BAND (photo credit: ROBIN KAUFFMAN)

“Makes Me Happy” and “I Found Myself” are sugary pop truffles, the former a ukulele-featuring melodic rush that could get the kiddies dancing; it has uncommon musical efficiency and a genuine spark of joy. The unlikely guests here include Rick Derringer, the Tower of Power Horns and, golly, the “human beatbox,” Michael Winslow. Clearly Anderson kept the sonic palette wide open for this outing. The latter is a romantic love song that features acoustic guitars, violin and (I think) a double-tracked vocal by Jon, before a woman’s voice responds in pure affirmation of his loving expression. If you’re into birds, you’ll notice the prominent call of an Eastern Phoebe throughout, so either Anderson had his windows open when he recorded this, or he made it a point to include sounds of nature in the mix. Again, it’s worth noting the simplicity and directness of tunes like this; no cosmic couplets needed to be transported somewhere special.

JON ANDERSON (photo credit: TAMI FREED)

The next three songs represent a sort of climactic and Yes-influenced sequence, with “Twice in a Lifetime” featuring instrumentation that evokes “Turn of the Century” a bit, and “WDMCF” (“Where does music come from?”) featuring lovely harmonies, a piano showcase by Chick Corea, and the kind of celebration of MUSIC that Jon Anderson has made a career out of (see “Awaken” and “Sound Chaser” among others). If you’re a fan of Yes, go straight to this track and turn it up loud; it’s the best song here. There is something riveting about hearing Anderson sing “Music, music/Music… come up, music come up” that hits the bulls-eye of Anderson’s many thematic targets. He’s the right guy to ask “Where does music come from?” and although he might take 20 minutes or more to answer such a question in conversation, here he does it in a sublime five and a half minutes. Stellar, man. “1000 Hands (Come Up)” is the second song in a row to repeatedly use the phrase “come up,” and here we get some overtly jazz stylings (Billy Cobham joins the ensemble), some fancy keys (Corea again) and a sharp bit of violin by Jean-Luc Ponty. Not to mention Squire again making a welcome appearance. Anderson sounds more casual and circumspect on this 8-minute-plus track, and it feels like slightly new territory for him. The whole intricate arrangement comes over like the work of a composer/sonic architect who has been around for a long time and is still searching for sparkling new sounds.

Which Anderson HAS been, and clearly IS. When he sings “Come up with me” on that previous song, it’s not just an invitation to listen, it’s a plea to move your entire vibration to a higher level in life. That’s sound advice, no pun intended, for this era in particular. Anderson may sometimes be cloying, and the overall success of his solo work (and even some Yes recordings) depends on how organically his aesthetic and lyrical explorations nestle into those intricate proggy sound beds his band is known for. When everything gels, the results are transcendent (stuff like “Awaken” and “Heart of the Sunrise,” and at least a couple of tracks here). When it doesn’t, or if you ain’t in the mood, the love-peace-togetherness vibe can get a bit tiresome. But it’s immensely reassuring to have a good Jon Anderson album out there right now, and to hear him sounding happy and caring about humanity as only he can. High vibration, go on… indeed. This enduring musical soul is more than worth listening to on these matters, and would that EVERY legendary musician could still sound so focused and healthy at his age.

DANIELSON: SNAP OUTTAVIT

(JOYFUL NOISE RECORDINGS; 2018)


Love ’em or hate ’em, Danielson, as they have been called for a while (used to be Danielson Famile), have given the pop world one of the most aggressively original and impossible to ignore musical styles ever conceived. That’s not easy to do, and it has something to do with Daniel Smith’s remarkable falsetto voice (he doesn’t use it ALL the time, but it’s there in abundance on the early albums), the crazily off-kilter arrangements and the blend of sweet sonics (the female members of the troop have light, soothing voices which contrast effectively with Smith’s style) with lyrical wildness. It’s no longer a big deal to talk of Smith’s sincere brand of Christianity; there is literally nothing about that which should influence your response to the music anymore. Smith is after bigger game anyway; he has the instincts of an impassioned art rocker, and the razor-sharp focus of your favorite classic rock singer/songwriter. I have been a fan of Smith’s creation since his family’s masterpiece of a second album, TELL ANOTHER JOKE AT THE OL’ CHOPPING BLOCK. I delighted in hearing the extreme reactions of friends here and there upon encountering this highly original sound. While often challenging and a bit abrasive, I could handle anything Master Smith and company could throw at me. Therefore, it’s a bit odd to report that SNAP OUTTAVIT, a recent five-song Danielson EP, is… accessible. Sorta commercial. Easygoing. There isn’t a single track that would make anyone I know gripe, “Take that off, please!” It’s still original, of course.

The title track features, well, the title, chanted over and over by Smith while his wife Elin and sisters Rachel and Megan sing a contrasting ethereal chorus. It’s kind of strange but definitely not unlistenable. And that weird “chorus,” if you can call it that, stops here and there for a fairly normal verse or two, that sounds like, well, a singer/songwriter with something to say. Whatever that might be. “Dry Goods Dry Power” was released previously on a limited-issue vinyl EP; it’s a catchy, “normal” sounding rocker with a propulsive two-chord structure overall. Sure, there’s an eccentric middle section that has some of Smith’s patented falsetto, but not that much. It certainly is not weird compared to, say “Good News For the Pus Pickers” or “Cutest Li’l Dragon.” By the time you reach “Pendulum Mania” on this disc, you’re sort of WANTING the weirdness, if you’re a dedicated Danielson fan… and this tune mostly delivers. The girls keep singing “Swinging back and forth/Swinging back and forth now,” while Smith goes on about some convoluted topic that moves in a nice non-linear fashion, thematically. This is an imaginative song, and I have no idea what it’s about, but it’s Danielson. I like it!

DANIELSON (David Smith, Elin Smith, Rachel Galloway, Andrew Smith, Daniel Smith, Megan Slaboda) (publicity photo)

Then we get to “On Purpose,” the first song to break the five-minute mark. Here, Smith does a thing he does so well and that I used to dream about doing in a studio myself: chanting a commonly used phrase over and over, in this case, “What do you know?” It’s eminently listenable, beginning with subtle marimba and a surging background sound before that repeat phrase kicks in. Yeah! Best song here, methinks. The structural ambition of Smith’s songs is really a thing to behold, and this’un shows it quite nicely. But again, it’s not abrasive. It won’t drive anyone from the room. In fact, I can imagine some favorable “Hey, what are you playing right now?” type responses. “Who Hears Twell Van Dunder” is the kind of bizarro Danielson title that every album features examples of: What you get here is spoken voices saying things like “So happy to see you” and “Been thinking of you” and tingly marimba notes, before a childlike melody kicks in. I’m betting the children’s voices belong to Danielson offspring, and that everyone had a good time recording this gently ruminative little number. This is family music, all right. But not the family you know down the street. It’s the very talented, very original Danielson family, Mister. They play music. They sing combinations of things you’ve never heard before. They are passionate, driven and in love with life. And even if this modest little disc doesn’t truly blaze new trails, it’s a nice little reminder that one of the most original acts in pop is still out there, doing their thing. It’ll do fine until and if, Smith feels like launching another wacky full-length into the sonic universe. If you’ve never given Danielson a chance before, well, this might be a good time to “snap outtavit.”

CINEMATIK: CINEMATIK; ONE FULL MOON AWAY

(KACHINA RECORDS; 2001; 2004) A REVIEW FROM THE VAULTS

CINEMATIK (Neal Smith, Peter Catucci, Robert Mitchell) (photo credit: TONY LOEW)

Famed Alice Cooper percussionist Neal Smith has lent his name to many projects since the demise of that storied outfit some four-and-a-half decades ago – from the sublime (Billion Dollar Babies, Bouchard Dunaway and Smith) to the ridiculous (the big noise, hair metal of Ded Ringer) to the ridiculously sublime (Plasmatics and his own 1975 solo album, PLATINUM GOD). I’m not exactly sure where this project falls; it’s kind of a “musician’s project,” with textures generally unexplored in any of Neal’s other work. There are hints of the old Cooper sound, particularly a descending riff that spirals through “Temple Mental,” a tune from Cinematik’s eponymous debut. Much of Neal’s work on the trio’s two albums involves African and tribal percussion instruments rather than the standard “rock guy” drum kit that most of us associate with the “platinum God.”

Though there are touches of the old Neal Smith sound, much of the music is very… uh… cinematic. Neal’s bandmates, bassist/vocalist Peter Catucci and guitarist/vocalist Robert Mitchell, create an almost orchestral feel, allowing the understated percussion to flow through the (mostly) instrumental material of CINEMATIK and ONE FULL MOON AWAY, rather than drive the tunes forward. Occasionally, subtlety and power mean the same thing. That is never more evident than on the beautiful instrumental, “Awake,” a song from the first album. With Peter’s minimal use of the didgeridoo and his quietly throbbing bass and Neal’s less-is-more approach (on what sounds like either a tom-tom or a small hand drum and a tambourine) on the evocative Native American percussion, Robert weaves an elegant, slightly jazz-flavored guitar over, under, and through the tune leaving you spellbound. Peter’s didgeridoo comes to the fore a little more forcefully on the rather loopy, jazzy hip-hop of “Reckon Eyes.” Other high points of the first disc are “Nude Ellie,” the somehow transcendent “African Clay,” and the doom-heavy “Even In Sleep.” Peter Hickey guests on keyboards on “Nude Ellie” and “African Clay,” the latter of which also features a vocal performance by Maximillian Catucci; Grace Loew adds cello to the tune “Grace Beach.” I know that somebody somewhere is going to call the music of CINEMATIK “New Age.” If they do (or even if it looks like they’re thinking it), smack ’em! They deserve it (plus… they won’t hit ya back cuz they’re all peaceful and at one with self and universe… or some mumbo-jumbo crap like that)!

ONE FULL MOON AWAY pretty much picks up right where CINEMATIK left off, but tends to rock a bit more (maybe due to an unsolicited “New Age” tag-line haunting the guys from the first album). “Incognito” borders on rock and roll more than just about anything else on either release, with a “JAMES BOND” kinda vibe and the trio expanding their sound to include – among other things – a sax (provided by Klyph Johnson). Robert adds a little bit of Frippertronics-style guitar sound washes through-out the disc, all to good effect. This album also features more vocal tracks and more harmony and backing vocals than the first. Plus – inadvertent or homage – there are tracks that virtually scream “Alice Cooper!” The hypnotic “Million To One” is very reminiscent of “Halo of Flies.” In a slightly less chaotic fashion, of course. With Robert and Peter splitting lead vocal duties, I’m never quite sure who’s singing what, but I must say that one of the guys has definitely picked up a stylish Joe Walsh kind of phrasing, put to good use on “Unfrozen,” among others. The Native American percussion is back on a track called “Amorak,” but the over-all sound of the track is very spooky… a kind of swirling eddy of darkness. “Euriffodes” (sound it out and you’ll get the little inside joke) is an excuse for Neal to play a standard (if smaller than usual) drum-kit and for Robert to… ROCK OUT! The track is, possibly, the guys showing everybody that Steve Howe and Yes aren’t the only people who can pull off a song like this. Other high spots include the trippy “Murder In the Moon” and the percussion heavy Middle-Eastern fusion of the final track, “Simplas Childernz.” Peter adds the violin, clay flute, and berimbau to his instrumental onslaught, while guest players help to flesh out the sound: Grace Loew returns on cello, Rob Fraboni adds shaker to the goofy “Wolfman’s Holiday,” and Klyph Johnson is all over the place with his already noted sax work, as well as the occasional bassoon.

NEAL SMITH (photo credit: JIM SIATRAS)

Listening to the albums back-to-back, I’d have to give the nod to CINEMATIK on atmosphere alone, though the more up-tempo ONE FULL MOON AWAY definitely is worth obtaining, as well. It has been a while since these albums were released (they are copyrighted 2001 and 2002), and the three members have all gone on to other projects (most notably, Neal’s return to the rock arena with Joe Bouchard and Dennis Dunaway and Peter’s work on the Garrison Project album). However, the music that these three men make together is truly amazing. I, for one, am hoping for a third release from Cinematik.

3.2: THE RULES HAVE CHANGED

(FRONTIER RECORDS; 2018)

In 1988, Geffen Records released an album of pop music with haughty (some would say pretentious) rock overtones by a band called 3. That band featured two-thirds of Emerson, Lake and Palmer (the sixty-six percent that wasn’t Greg Lake) and multi-instrumentalist journeyman, Robert Berry. The partnership was an attempt to play the more melodic style of progressive rock which had given Palmer and Berry (with Asia and GTR, respectively) some successes in the previous few years. Maybe the impetus grew from Keith Emerson’s desire for a wider audience than he ever experienced in the Nice or ELP; a growing need to be accepted. Whatever brought the three together, the resulting record, … To THE POWER OF THREE, was well received. With the band doing well on the road, Keith began to feel stifled by the record company’s insistence that they strike while the iron was hot, virtually demanding that they return to the studio to begin work on album number two; Keith’s answer was simple: He quit. Fast forward to 2015. Robert found himself in conversations with Italy’s Frontier Records regarding a new project from 3; After consulting with Emerson (but, apparently, not Carl Palmer) regarding the possibility of resurrecting the band, the two began writing and demoing new material, scheduled studio time, signed contracts with Frontier and… as quickly as it began, it was over: Keith Emerson had committed suicide. Reeling from the loss, Berry set aside the project; after a time of grieving and reflecting, Robert decided to once again resurrect the project – utilizing songs and snippets of ideas that he and Emerson had shared – as a final farewell to his friend and band-mate. Working as a one man band, he began work on what would become THE RULES HAVE CHANGED under the name 3.2. Does it work? For the most part, I think so. The record is split fifty-fifty with new Berry compositions and pieces that he and Keith had been working on before the latter’s death. Still, Emerson’s larger-than-life character and overwhelming musical sensibility are felt throughout what Robert has accomplished here.

3.2 (Robert Berry) (publicity photo)

“One By One” starts with a magnificent, cinematic piano piece before a grandiose, symphonic blast of power propels the song into the first verse, where Mister Berry’s pop leanings are on display front-and-center. Here, the number takes on the feel and scope of an Asia-like progressive ballad; the instrumental passages convey a blend of piano-driven Jazz and Classical phrasing, which informed much of Emerson’s career. Time changes and sudden shifts in style over the tune’s seven-plus minutes, while off-putting at first blush eventually come into focus as the ultimate tribute and a heartfelt homage to Keith Emerson. On “Powerful Man,” the original intent of the group is brought into sharper focus, with what could be considered a more radio friendly sound within a simpler – by comparison – more compact and focused five minute rock song, led by Robert’s Emerson-inspired keyboard work. This certainly would not sound out of place nestled between the poppier works of GTR, Asia or even Trevor Rabin-era Yes. With the title track, the pomposity almost crushes the feel of what the artist was trying to convey, lyrically. The song is a double-edged sword, as the words could be taken as a betrayal by a lover or, more deeply, it may also be construed as an open letter in which Robert attempts to heal the wounds torn open by Emerson’s suicide. Perhaps “The Rules Have Changed” would have been better with a more stripped-down approach but, then, Keith Emerson was never known for his subtlety. Referencing many of Emerson’s most well-known riffs, “Our Bond” is, finally, Robert Berry’s soul stripped bare over the loss of a dear friend. Likewise, the music is stripped of any pretensions of grandiosity. This, the third of four numbers written solely by Berry, brought a shiver to my spine, particularly the perfect, lone piano that closes out the piece. It is, by far, my favorite track thus far.

“What You’re Dreaming Now” has the unmistakable mark of Keith Emerson and the glory days of ELP (as well as a bit of ELPowell ‘80s bombast) all over it; Berry’s vocal phrasing even shares a certain quality, if not timbre, with Greg Lake while his drumming exhibits the power of Cozy Powell along with the finesse of Carl Palmer. It may not be the strongest composition on the album, but for sheer progressive physicality, it’s hard to beat. The playful, almost joyful sound of WORKS-era Emerson, Lake and Palmer (I’m thinking something like “Tiger In a Spotlight” from …VOLUME TWO) are in full effect on “Somebody’s Watching,” with a pumping bass and a guitar set to “power chord stun.” The keyboards sound as if they could have been recorded by Emerson at any time over his illustrious career; as Keith has a co-writing and co-arrangement credit on the tune, one does wonder if Robert used a snippet of a demo that Keith had provided and built the track around that unfinished framework. “This Letter” starts off as beautiful ballad, with a nice acoustic guitar lead and hints and echoes of piano playing around and beneath a ragged vocal; an synth-derived orchestra plays in as the pace begins to quicken at about the halfway mark. All well and good but, the piece begins to morph into a sort of gypsy parody of itself shortly after the introduction of a ragtime piano and we are soon witness to the number devolving into something so far afield from where it began that the joy – for me, anyway – is sucked right out of it. It’s as if Berry has taken two very different songs and jammed them together in an attempt to… what? The first half borders on exceptional while the second half borders on theatrical overkill. Things are definitely back on track with the final track, “Your Mark On The World,” with power chords aplenty and the return of the Emerson penchant for verbose noodling on every keyboard he could get his hands on. As much as I dislike the second half of “This Letter” for that same verboseness, it works in the context of this more upbeat number. Oddly enough, the thing seemed to end way before it was actually over – at 5:20, Robert just… stops! It really felt like it could have and should have gone on for another two minutes, at least. Oh, well… such are the vagaries of Rock and Roll and, if it took me almost an entire record to find something to complain about, I’d say that Robert Berry has done Keith Emerson proud. Well done, Mister Berry!

3.2 (Robert Berry, Keith Emerson) (uncredited photo)

JOE DENINZON AND STRATOSPHEERIUS: GUILTY OF INNOCENCE

(MELODIC REVOLUTION RECORDS; 2017)

The music of Stratospheerius is a frenzied, brilliant amalgam of the Blues, Progressive Rock, Funk, improvisational Jazz, Classical and orchestral music, along with just about any other genre or sub-genre you can come up with. I’m not sure, but… there may also be a bit of the kitchen sink in there somewhere. Led by virtuoso violinist Joe Deninzon, a man sometimes referred to as “the Jimi Hendrix of the electric violin,” the quartet comes closest in spirit – if not in actual sonic delivery – to the early music (through, say, 1976’s ZOOT ALLURES) of Frank Zappa and his various groups. The resultant sound is a chaotic rush of genuine (and genius) eclecticism. There is certainly more than a little of something for everyone on the band’s fifth release, GUILTY OF INNOCENCE.

JOE DENINZON AND STRATOSPHEERIUS (Aurelien Budynek, Joe Deninzon, Lucianna Padmore, Jamie Bishop) (uncredited photo)

The record kicks off with “Behind the Curtain.” With lyrics like “Welcome to the circus/It’s your biggest nightmare/Wear the scarlet letter/Scrutinized forever” and “Put your mask on/And tuck your shirt in/Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,” the song acts as a sort of catch-all warning against the behind-the-scenes machinations that fuel the music industry or intolerance or political correctness or… You get the point. With a heavy, pound-yer-face-in riff-a-rama approach, bassist Jamie Bishop and drummer Lucianna Padmore lay down an exceptionally tight groove allowing Deninzon and guitarist Aurelien Budynek to go crazy with wicked dueling solos. As an opening salvo or as a stand alone piece of music, this one is a near-perfect shot across the bow of accepted norms. “Take Your Medicine” is a nasty little piece of work about “glass houses” and “casting the first stone.” It’s a bass heavy blast of funkiness with Joe’s violin filling in nicely for a full horn section. Guitar, violin and vocals add a rather hard rock urgency to the proceedings, with another dose of wild soloing, a feature that lends a certain Zappa-esque quality to this record. According to Mister Deninzon, the title track (“Guilty of Innocence,” for those with a short memory span) was “inspired by my 2012 stint in jury duty and deals with crime and punishment. I was presiding on a rape trial and the guy who I thought was guilty got off practically scot-free.” Padmore and Bishop lay down a modest Ska-influenced groove, while spastic violin leads and muscular metal riffs drive the tune. The violins and bass take on an almost operatic quality during the break and, just because I enjoy mentioning musical touch-points to give the reader a better idea of what to expect, the song’s chorus has a very Who-like feel, melodically speaking. Piling on to that musical heritage, let me say that if you’re a fan of Bela Fleck and the Flecktones or the previously mentioned Frank Zappa, you’re gonna love this one. “Face” is a sombre little ditty, sort of a slow burn piece with scathing lyrics about people (lovers, partners, friends, perfect strangers) who are more than willing to openly attack you just for the pure enjoyment: “These scars ain’t healing/It’s too late to make amends/I dodge the bullet/Your tongue flies across the room/Build up the callous/’Til I grow numb to the doom and gloom.” A very Hendrix-ian solo by Deninzon adds a certain psychedelic (or maybe it’s “psychotic”) mania to the number. The introduction to the frantic retelling of the Muse hit “Hysteria” features glass-shattering soprano Melanie Mitrano before a warbling high-register vocal from Joe takes over; the latter fits the surrounding chaos of the tune perfectly. There’s a certain “Flight of the Bumble Bee” quality to the always on-point violin work, highlighted by a massive solo, all backed impeccably by the metal leanings of Stratospheerius.

Affluenza” is another funky number with “ripped from the headlines” lyrics about people who believe themselves superior to “the little people” and, therefore, above the law because of that superior wealth and high standards of living. The song has a kind of Living Colour rock vibe happening, with lyrical barbs aplenty over sharp jabs of guitar and violin. Guest performer Rave Tesar adds an oddly appealing set of synthesizer “bloops,” giving the whole thing a cool late ‘70s funk sound. A hard(ish) rocking, progressive sort of pop-metal thing with Queen-like aspirations, “Parallel Reality” is choke full of breathy vocals, an absolutely killer rhythm (and a melody line to match) and, of course, the usual high-minded violin/guitar interplay that makes this band and this album essential listening. “Game of Chicken” starts out sounding like it coulda been an OVER-NITE SENSATION outtake, but then turns into sort of a Kansas prog-pop kinda thing. The playing and soloing remain top-notch and raise the piece out of what could have been a severe abyss of doldrums. The wholly (holy?) improvisational “Dream Diary Cadenza” is a muscular, solo violin freakout rife with flashes of Hendrixisms, Van Halenisms, Beckisms, Zappaisms and any other guitar genius ism that you could ever bring to mind. A brilliant workout from a master technician of his chosen craft. “Soul Food” is a nearly thirteen minute extravaganza with a veritable orchestra of guest artists: Melanie Mitrano, Rave Tesar, guitarists Alex Skolnick (!) and Randy McStine, violinist Eddie Venegas, violist (?) Earl Maneein and cellists Patrice Jackson and Leo Grinhaus. The piece is epic in every musical sense of the word and is, truly, a fitting end to a superb album. You owe it to yourself to obtain GUILTY OF INNOCENCE; you can do so by visiting CD Baby, Amazon or any of the other “usual places” and, naturally, at the group’s Bandcamp page.

FRANK ZAPPA: QUAUDIOPHILIAC

(BARKING PUMPKIN RECORDS/ZAPPA FAMILY TRUST/DTS ENTERTAINMENT; Audio DVD, 2004) A REVIEW FROM THE VAULTS

To say that Frank Zappa was ahead of the musical curve – WAY ahead of the curve! – is, quite possibly, the understatement of this very young millennium. Recently, FZ’s eldest male offspring (the one titled “Dweezil”) discovered an old tape box, dated March 1, 1970, bearing his name (that would be “Dweezil.” We just went through this – in an earlier parenthetical aside – at the beginning of this impossibly rambling and circumlocutious sentence). The box contained a very early, unimaginably expansive recording of what would eventually become “Chunga’s Revenge,” recorded in an unto then unheard of separation/mix called “quadraphonic”; this recording, in fact, preceded the whole quadraphonic rage (“rage” may not be the best way to describe it, though… the process never really caught on with anyone other than audio geeks of the highest form) by several years and today’s hip new sound, Digital 5.1 Surround Sound by nearly three-and-a-half decades! That recording (in the guise of “Chunga Basement”) is now released in all of its four-channel glory, alongside nine other such experiments recorded by FZ and his various groups (Zappa, the Mothers, and… Dweezil, the proposed name of the new group with which Frank recorded this version of “Chunga… “). Dweezil (the son, not the band), after inquiring as to the existence of other like-minded recordings, has sequenced the ten tracks culled from the vaults of the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, not chronologically, but with an eye (an ear?) toward maximum listenability. So, how’d the kid do? Let’s examine, shall we?

Frank and Dweezil Zappa (uncredited photo)

QUAUDIOPHILIAC begins with two of Zappa’s orchestral pieces, the first (“Naval Aviation In Art?”) comes from the much-contested LATHER (an historic four-album set that was whittled up and edited into five separate albums – STUDIO TAN, SLEEP DIRT, the two-record set LIVE IN NEW YORK, and ORCHESTRAL FAVORITES, the latter being the place that this tune eventually saw release); the second is a re-worked, unreleased “Lumpy Gravy” from the same session that spawned the former. The two tracks combined clock in at a robust 2:39. The third track comes from the same source, but features – for the first time here – a signature FZ guitar solo. The previously unreleased “Rollo” is everything that made you fall in love with Zappa’s music (except without the pee-pee and fart jokes): Intriguing time-changes, adventurous arrangements, squiggly guitar leads. This, friends and neighbors, is truly the stuff of which FZ’s legend was made!

Aynsley Dunbar, Frank Zappa (uncredited photo)

A previously unheard version of “Watermelon In Easter Hay,” retitled “Drooling Midrange Accountants On Easter Hay” by Dweezil, is next. The new name comes from an FZ quote in which he discusses the record business in – as you can tell – his usual glowing terms; this spot-on diatribe is now edited over an alternate arrangement of the tune. The next two songs – SHEIK YERBOUTI’s “Wild Love” and SHUT UP ‘N’ PLAY YER GUITAR SOME MORE’s “Ship Ahoy” – feature several musicians who cut their teeth in Zappa’s late ’70s bands: bassists Roy Estrada and Patrick O’Hearn, guitarist Adrian Belew, vocalist Napolean Murphey Brock, and uber-percussionist Terry Bozzio. Though the songs are familiar, the four-channel mixes bring out the hidden intricacies inherent in all of FZ’s music. The much bally-hooed (just how much? Well, check out the first paragraph of this here critically-motivated piece) “Dweezil” tape rears its magnificent head next. Apparently, Dweezil would have been a kind of Mothers super-group in a standard four-piece rock setting: FZ on guitar (and, presumably, vocals), Ian Underwood on keyboards, Aynsley Dunbar on drums, and Max Bennett on bass. As far as I know, Zappa’s reasons for retiring Dweezil after this single recording session has never been revealed. Obviously, Frank decided to reconvene the Mothers in a newer, harder-edged version and to maintain his steadily growing solo career, as well. “Chunga’s Basement,” now, is merely a glimpse of what could have been.

Frank Zappa (photo credit: FRANK LEONHARDT/ASSOCIATED PRESS IMAGES)

The next two tracks are the oldest of these recordings, aside form the Dweezil tape. An unreleased live recording from 1974, “Venusian Time Bandits,” features three more impressive Mothers: George Duke, Chester Thompson, and Tom Fowler. While FZ usually went large – as on the WAKA/JAWAKA title track which follows – it is in the stripped down arrangements for four-piece combos that his own virtuosity is featured in its best light; there is no doubt as to the genius he displayed as a composer, a conductor, an arranger, a band leader. The thing that these smaller groups shows is that Zappa was an unselfish (though demanding) player. He was more than willing to stand aside and allow his bandmates to shine, but was able to play rings around just about anybody you could name when he chose. “Waka/Jawaka” is a prime example of FZ standing aside, allowing his compositional and arranging skills to dictate how the other musicians move the music along. “Basement Music #2,” a piece culled from the soundtrack to the BABY SNAKES movie, finishes the set off in fine fashion. Chil’uns, if the newly discovered mixes don’t sell you on this one, then the unreleased stuff is surely enough to convince each of you to become a QUAUDIOPHILIAC! Dude, this just reminds me how much I miss FZ… hopefully there’s more to come.

THE OXFORD COMA: PARIS IS MINE

(SELF RELEASED; 2015)

ParisIsMine

The Oxford Coma (only one “m”) is a Phoenix three-piece (I suppose we could call them a “power trio”) that has alternately been described as “psychedelic anxiety rock” or “the world’s heaviest jam band.” Call them what you will… I rather prefer “math genius metal.” A few seconds into “Canadian Question Mark,” the opening cut of the self-released PARIS IS MINE, it is obvious (to these ears, anyway) that this is something exceptional. The song, a sort of progressive hard rock instrumental affair (if there are vocals, they are minimal and buried deep in the mix), features a nice mid-tempo groove, with oddly appealing dissonant guitars and a humongous, thudding bass. Though the guitars sometimes sound as if the track is about to explode in a flurry of speed, the rhythm section remains solid. On “Ritaling,” James Williams offers a very punk rock kind of a bass line, while the vocals and guitars have a distinct mid-’90s Kansas City sound (think Season To Risk). There’s a heavier-than-the-rest section with a certain Tony Iommi-like heaviness in Billy Tegethoff’s guitar; the second half of the tune is sort of creepy, with great atmospheric work from Tegethoff. “Daisies” is trippy and psychedelic, with a chukka-chukka kind of rhythm guitar thing and near-Residents like vocal outbursts (Tegethoff and Williams are both credited as vocalists, but who sings what isn‘t listed). Once again, the bass and drums (the latter supplied by Patrick Williams) border on minimalist, leaving the almighty riff to do most of the heavy lifting. This isn’t metal, but it is suffocatingly heavy and there’s a great wah-infused solo at the end that is hard to ignore.

The Oxford Coma (Billy Tegethoff, Patrick Williams, James Williams) (publicity photo)
The Oxford Coma (Billy Tegethoff, Patrick Williams, James Williams) (publicity photo)

The Pulls” is propelled by heavier-than-thou bass and some understated (though still powerful) drumming, allowing for some excellent guitar and haunting vocals to hover just above the surface, giving the tune a demon-spawn sound akin to the offspring of some 1970s hard rock band and Stone Temple Pilots, circa their first three records. The next track, “Ados Watts Jam,” is exactly what the name implies: A jam. Clocking in at a robust ten-and-a-half minutes, the KC/Season To Risk comparisons find their way back into the conversation, with bullhorn vocals crawling just above the mix. There are also a couple of jazzy, Sabbath-esque breaks leading into the final, improvisational section of the tune, all of which proved to be quite entertaining. Even if the song doesn’t exactly fall into the “jam band” category, it is a stretch on the group’s standard song structure. The final track is well-known to rockers and blues aficionados the world over: “When the Levee Breaks,” The Oxford Coma’s version manages to out-heavy the Led Zeppelin version, with Patrick’s nearly ham-fisted Bonham-esque skin pounding and a massive guitar sound. This version is as far from Zeppelin’s version as their version was from the 1929 original by Kansas Joe McCoy and his wife, Memphis Minnie Lawlers. You can listen to (and purchase) PARIS IS MINE, as well as earlier releases, at the group’s Bandcamp page. You will not be disappointed! And, if you are… you need to acquire better taste in music.