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Jane's Addiction: 'Been Caught Stealing'



Perry Farrell loses it with Dave Navarro last night in Boston.



Bass player grabs Farrell and puts him in a headlock, then pummels his face several times.

Dates cancelled.

Apologies issued.

Global headlines in the music press.

All told?

An excellent stunt even Oasis can learn from.

Think about it: did you even know that Jane's Addiction were out on tour?

Now you do.

So does the entire planet.

Music biz stunts 1: 01.
 
I think it's awesome that Suzanne Vega has consistently managed to do a sort of parallel high-wire tango with the likes of fellow underground Lauri Anderson (sans Lou Reed) at her most eccentric while at the same time never allowing fashion, trends, or cult take precedence over substance when it comes to presenting new works. This, her latest release with our own Gerry Leonard (aka: Spooky Ghost from Sutton, Dublin) marks a caustic and fairly sarcastic/winsome return to the roots of the original punk ethos of three chords and the truth.

That and some other delicate/fragile and otherwise unmentionable issues of the soul.

Suzanne Vega - 'Rats' (Official Music Video)​

 
Alabama, USA - yanks killing each other, again.



'At least 12,416 people have been killed in firearms violence this year in the United States, according to the GVA...'
 
The only thing worse than being a rock star is being a rock star who just got busted for fucking around and making a baby with some woman who's not his wife. This guy has royally fucked up his life and he's seriously damaged his wife and children in the process. Deciding to take a hiatus now is not only essential, but also something he should have done after Taylor Hawkins died. Heading out on tour with a new guy simply wasn't a good idea. Time out? Fuck, yeah.

Led Zeppelin faced the same choices (though society was different in their day and fucking little girls was rock and roll) after losing Bonham to alcohol. They opted for disbanding and releasing a final coda of previously unheard tracks, pretty much all of which featured some of Bonham's most amazing and incredible recordings of quality drum-takes that still shiver the timbers today. Try the Coda album on your Spotify, the opening track 'We're Gonna Groove' is a monster drum take from start to finish. There's simply no way they could have toured the record because there's nobody out there who can do what John Henry Bonham did under Jimmy Page's production arrangements. Many people seem really confused about how Bonham created his style. The answer is quite simple. When songs were being arranged in the studio, Jimmy Page ran through the riffs that comprised the song at hand and had Bonham play to the guitar riffs to beef them up. Traditionally, drums and bass are brother/sister parts in most arrangements. Zeppelin put down the drums first, then removed everything else and then started to build on Bonham's foundations. So what you hear on the records are takes that make Bonham seem to be 'ahead' of the arrangement, pushing the time forward with great weight behind it, and once his takes were down, he was done. Time to hit the bottle, drinks it, passes out, dead. No more Zeppelin.

Hawkins? He liked his drugs, but he took something that didn't agree with him - expired. Is he replaceable? Fuck yeah. Not easily, mind you - but still yes. Grohl did a lot of the drum parts himself, they even shared parts on some songs in an almost Lennon/McCartney way. Yes Grohl's regarded as one of the world's best rock drummers out there, but that didn't apply to Hawkins. His specialty was ripping off classic grooves and chops and slotting them into his own takes: a borrower, not a visionary. Same applies to Grohl. But at least he's honest about it.

So now Grohl's in the doghouse on his knees and wants his family back: so now the new drummer Josh Freese is in something of a quandary. He signed up for tours and albums but now it looks like he'll do neither and will need to find other work to fill in the time until Grohl figures out what to do about his cheating ways. He hurt a lot of people here: the wife, kids, Mam, extended family, the fans, the players in his band, their roadies and assistants, drivers, tech people, tour management companies, etc, etc. The list goes on and on. But money isn't going to change things, not in any positive way. The lesson here is that after he lost his Number Two, he should have taken time out instead of doing continuing tours so soon after Hawkins tapped out.

But he didn't, and not only that, but he seemed to be turning Foo Fighters into some sort of karaoke band who had guests from the audience up for songs on every date of the tour. It was sweet at first, maybe - giving some twelve year old guitarist a shot at three minutes of fame. But then he started doing it all the time. It got pretty old pretty fast, and his bullshit 'family values' schpiel hasn't exactly given him any accolades. He fucked it all up. Now he's not just a cheater but a fairly brutal liar on top. And his lies are rather gross in the bigger picture. I bet the poor fucker's kicking himself.

Good enough for him: cheating's one thing - but getting caught after making some groupie pregnant is his own mistake. Believe me, there are women out there who play exactly that game: 'I'm your Number One fan, Dave - there's nothing I won't do for you' and he slips on a condom she just handed him that's pierced with a pin. Now he's properly fucked. And it hits everyone down the line. I'd hate to be in his shoes right now, living in an hotel, millions in the bank but nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, and nothing he can buy from sports cars to small airplanes is going to fill in the gap.

Poor stupid fucker, this is going to go on for years and years.

Maybe it might even last as long as it takes for Bowie to be canceled for fucking minors. Along with all four members of Led Zeppelin, along several more we can all name. So far cancel culture hasn't his the music business too hard, but things are accelerating and it's only a matter of time before before the shit starts really starts hitting the fan. The lists of names are household. Many have millions of fans. But they're all likely shitting silently into their boots hoping the knock on the door doesn't come before they die. In ten years from now - what will people say about Bowie? Or Page and Plant? Or any of your favourite composers?

Messy shit, very messy.

 
Culchies will be shocked- Garth Brooks is like the Messiah to them. They'll probably still drive all the way up to Croke Park in their cowboy boots and stetson hats to see him perform again irregardless.



 
Culchies will be shocked- Garth Brooks is like the Messiah to them.

Culchies doing line dancing: fucking hell.

They'll probably still drive all the way up to Croke Park in their cowboy boots and stetson hats to see him perform again irregardless.

He certainly does know how to put on a show. My ex-bassist Paul Bushnell has been playing with Tim McGraw over the last few years. McGraw's apparently a big deal over the pond and he shifts lots of copy. His stages are monster, massive screens, fuck-off PA, lights, projections, stage gymnastics, the works. In fact, the tour bus he had designed for the core of the band and crew has a gym on board. Either that or one of the buses is the gym, not sure which, but he's a fitness fanatic and Papa Bush has to stay trim to keep his spot. He'd boot me for saying that, and he'd be right. He's fucking unbelievably talented, and he paid his dues right from the start.

Heading out on tour with McGraw no alcohol on the road or behind the stage, drinks can be had with dinner, etc - but no drunkenness is tolerated. Gigs on that scale need the players to be able to hold the entire show together: the lights are programmed, you have to know where on the stage you're supposed to be, no different to the dancers/backing vocalists. If you're not in the right place, you might fuck someone else's moment up. Either or/and both, you're fired. No boozers. No dopers. No two left feet either.

Here's Papa Bush:



A shot of the staging:



When there's this much riding on every show every night, one fuck-up can see you out of work for a very long time. Try acting the bollocks with even McGraw's production and there are literally dozens and dozens of people ready to kick your fucking arse you, you just got them fired too. The investment on one night of a tour of this scale has to be multiple times the investment of making it happen at all, all expenses considered.

It's one thing to be a rick and roll star like Oasis. You can pretty much do what you like so long as you don't attract any negative attention or too many bum notes. Get drunk, stay sober enough to play. Get high, but not high enough that you forget where you fucking are and why. Have a punch-up? The Gallagher brothers milked it already. Every player they take on is disposable, can be replaced in one hour with one phone call.

McGraw's playing to a Christian audience - not that he's some mental case religious freak. Like many Americans, he's in it for the lifestyle. Maybe he goes to church, I don't know. Bush doesn't, I know that much. But every line-up's going to feature new guys and first timers at some point, it's next to impossible to keep one hired band of players going outside the legal obligations and booked dates. One guitarist can't do any dates after June - now they have to drill the new guy so he knows what's going on and when.

Get drunk and blow a song on a tour like that and you're toast.

You're done - stick a fork in your ass and roll over.



I cannot for the life of me stomach that fat bastard's voice.

I hope his spleen attacks his esophagus and chokes him to death.

Here's some Tim McGraw: 'One Bad Habit' (live 2024)



Papa Bush is over on stage right, under his ear goggles, which is a mystery to me.
 
Here's one for the Cap'n: I'm in a James Brown kinda Sunday afternoon mood and have his back catalogue blaring while I'm preparing tonight's traditional Irish Sunday roast dinner. Nam nam. But the big question is: listen to the horns and the snare drum? Notice anything strange happening? If you can measure the loop of the snare/horns in the verses and listen to how it crosses over the chorus section, what did James have his players do?

This is the simple brilliance of Brown's genius, he hears things that aren't there, so he wants the arrangements to nod to them even if they're actually in the wrong place, then right place, then the wrong place again. And all the while, he moves the song along like a speeding train. His mathematical skills are clearly evident in this track more so than too many others - bar The Payback, which is another day's work. But of Brown's entire back catalogue, these two are the grooves I like to jam along with and smile at James's seemingly crackpot ideas that technically shouldn't work yet they really do.

Snare and horns, Cap'n:

 
I was going to reply with a tongue-in-cheek A Flock Of Seagulls video, but decided against it.

I studied music and radio production with a small Irish company called Sound Track Services who back then provided Ireland's professional recording studio needs with both Ampex tape for analog multi-track recordings as well as designing and setting up massive custom-built mixing desks and outboards into their designated space with best quality international standard results. Their business model was excellent: they operated as a national endorser for Ampex but also for a number of mixing desk designers working with the (then) all-new SSL (Solid State Logic) digital recall functions which allowed engineers to build mixes channel by channel without losing any information down to the nano-second and to peak performance.

My studio/engineering tutor was a guy called Tony Faulkner, and the radio guy is Denis Murray:



He was a household DJ name in his day, but once he crossed into the studio recording end of things he was lost, hadn't a clue what was going on and in one case I was asked to take over lecturing and demonstrating modern programming methods from his fumbling about with drum machines and sequencers while he was clearly way out of his depth. A rude, gruff, ignorant son of a bitch, I gave him hell and he ultimately tore up my thesis submission at the end of the six months which I sent back to his boss who in turn made him change my grade and mark it down as a part-pupil part-tutor thesis from an experienced engineer, already working in the music business with maximum grades. He was pissed. Though he was even more pissed at the end of term party when I walked in the door with my then living partner and Ireland's top fashion model. His jaw hit the floor, as did everyone else's but in his case I smiled and winked and let him know what he was missing and with whom he was messing with.

I learned a lot from Tony: he was passionate about music and he was a great tutor. His previous work record was working as engineer on couple of albums by Nik Kershaw, and his tall tales of working with the little guy were awesome. Kershaw was extremely persnickety about his guitar tone. So much so that on some songs, he removed some strings from his guitar but still held down the chords (as though they were there) in one take, then removing the remaining strings and adding the ones previously removed to do exactly the same thing in time/sync with the previous take. It was a fucking awesome. Two takes of the same guitar: first with four strings, then another with just two strings. All of his tracks were recorded to click tracks so his drummers had to be tight, on point, and snappy.

Lots of pop songs are built around a few simple chords and by a rather obvious pop arrangement device we all recognize:

Intro
Verse I
Bridge I
Chorus I
Verse II
Bridge II
Chorus II
Middle 8th (usually with a key change)
Chorus
Verse III
Chorus (repeat)
Fade


The last two blocks (Chorus Repeat and/or Fade) are interchangeable and can be used both ways depending on how many mixes/versions are required (radio mix, usually three minutes max) or a club mix (usually a longer version with verses that have no singing and/or long solo breaks on) and then other more specific dance format versions (house/techno/drum&bass/etc) and finally a version with everything in but NO main vocals at all. This one is for television appearances where the vocal is live but the band are miming (see Old Grey Whistle Test/Top Of The Pops/Live At Three/etc).

Tony Faulkner had magic ears, much like Kershaw himself, so between the two of them they could take a three chord block-built song apart and transpose it into something that required an orchestrated arrangement featuring multiple musicians doing multiple takes. Then comes the mixing and mastering stage and that too requires a degree of magic from all of the players as well as engineers/producers.

I wasn't a huge fan of 1980s pop, bands like A Flock Of Seagulls, Howard Jones, The Safety Dance guys and so on weren't on my radar, but I did learn a lot about 80s music and production and it's stood the test of time. Here's one of Tony and Nik's better known tracks which did very well for him at the time:



There are dozens of ways of writing and crafting a song.
There are infinite ways to arrange it.
There are multiple ways to record it.
There are post-recording/final-stage things one can do with compression/ EQ/Mastering/etc.
Artwork and presentation also matters: image is half the content in the music business.


But it starts with a great song, and while there's no one-size-fits-all method, we all know a hit when we hear one. Lennon and McCartney worked well together, if the one wrote a verse/chorus structure, then the other would write a key change/middle eight that the first author didn't consider. Some write alone, think Leonard Cohen and/or John Denver. Some write as groups: think U2 and/or INXS. It's not a case of the songwriter coming in with a finished song ready for tape. It's down to the whole band jamming out the ideas and stretching their limits to maximum perfection.

You can add an orchestra, a street marching band, a funky horn section, a gospel choir, or anything else you might like, but without a song?

Forget it (think Sigue-Sigue Sputnik/Frankie Goes To Hollywood/Bow-Wow-Wow, etc) - you're already history: you missed the bus, Pal.

One hit wonders.

Like Oasis - it's the same formula over and over again, and anyone who knows anything about music can spot it a mile off.

It's not even parody - it's simple theft.

Time doesn't favour crap, not even from Mancunian boneheads.
 
Here's a final spin for our dear departed friend Saul Bucket, the CG&P of recent years, meandering through this life on a wing and a prayer.

Looks like his prayers paid off: sleep long and deep, Marcus. This tune always bucked you up.

Public Enemy: 'I Can't Do Nothin' For you, Man'

 
This was a great tour date in Dublin, even if the sound quality was a dire as it ever is in Simmonscourt.

REM: 'Finest Worksong' (Tourfilm) ..somewhere around 1987ish..

 
Much as I loathe to consider this even musical at all, for the eve that's in it: here's to watching Val Martin's dismal vote count tomorrow.

If turnips were common sense, he'd be gnawing on a rusty pipe.

 
Tried to post it onto the BBBB where I have a Val thread.

No joy - just shows as a coded link that goes nowhere.
 
It actually gets funnier when you listen to it repeatedly on a loop (in full screen) as opposed to just once.

Perhaps we should send another copy to the men in the white coats?
 
Not even the men in the white coats want anything to do with Val.

Lorry-loads of Prozac wouldn't budge the manky bastard.
 
He gets dafter and more senile by the day.

Could it be possible that Val is actually secretly working on behalf of the Green Party in order to make the anti-Green crowd look like loons?
 
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