The seventh installment in a continuing series of weekly posts about my record Nowhere Nights, which is available now.
Part One: Bellingham Blues
Part Two: All Lit Up
Part Three: Sooner/Later
Part Four: Home
Part Five: Torn Apart
Part Six: Leaving Kind
Part Seven: Nowhere Nights
Part Eight: From Now On
some things you can bury
deep as you want to, honey
that don't mean they're dead
I didn't want Nowhere Nights to be without moments of affection and redemption. "From Now On" follows "Nowhere Nights," which is where the album makes the narrative shift from looking backwards to looking forward, and "From Now On" is the first step after that shift.
This is a "State of Me" song disguised as a "State of Us" song.
There's no demo of this song. I wrote it shortly before we started working on the record and we worked up a couple of arrangements rehearsing for the sessions. The tune lent itself to that same sort of murky Dylan/Lanois vibe we employed on "Leaving Kind," so that's where it went. Important thing was just leaving enough room for that melody line, which says as much as any line in the song.
From Now On (from Nowhere Nights)
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Don't It Make You Wanna Rock 'N' Roll?
It has been a little over six years since Warren Zevon passed on. While Zevon's records (particularly Excitable Boy, Stand in the Fire, Life'll Kill Ya and My Ride's Here) have been in heavy rotation for me consistently since I was 13 years old, when I think of Warren Zevon, more often than not, I remember his final Letterman appearance. Letterman, an devout fan of Zevon's, devoted the entire October 30, 2002 broadcast to Zevon. The interview and performances, broken into four parts, can be found below.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Even in My Youth
(Mostly Disconnected Thoughts on Nirvana)
April 5, 2009 marked the 15th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death.
June 15, 2009 marked the 20th anniversary of the release of Nirvana's debut album, Bleach.
It's not often that I undergo bouts of "Jesus, I feel old" but knowing that two decades have passed since the release of Bleach had me on my heels.
Sure, the Pixies, Replacements, et al did it earlier and, arguably, did it better, but in listening back to Bleach, as well as the Reading show from 1992 that was recently released, it is painfully obvious that Nirvana was far more than just some "right place, right time" phenomenon. Those first two records, Bleach and Nevermind, they sound like adolescence. If you opened my skull when I was fourteen, and let every warring emotion, impulse, fear and insecurity come spilling out, that's what you'd hear. Cobain wasn't the voice of a generation because he was especially adept at character studies of adolescents (though "Negative Creep" is pretty dead-on), but because that sound he was able to create with Novoselic and Grohl was so visceral that it appealed on a sort of primal level. That, and he had an uncanny gift for melody.
I was thirteen when those two notes that precede the verse in "Smells Like Teen Spirit," became the Pavolv's bell of a generation. Probably still too young to really "get it," but old enough to get swept away by the current. Listening to that '92 Reading show, it's easy to see (or hear, rather), exactly why we all got so caught up in the band, though now I'm hearing the way Cobain's guitar matches his vocal in the verses for "In Bloom," or any number of monsterous Grohl drum fills, rather than the million little battles raging inside my own head. It's a lot more enjoyable this way.
Who knows what Cobain and Nirvana may or may not have done had he not pulled the trigger. Maybe they would have followed through on the murmurs that they were going to make a record far closer to Unplugged (or, perhaps more accurately, R.E.M.'s Automatic for the People) than any of their previous records. Maybe they would have split anyway, as Grohl was destined for frontman stardom from jump street; he's just too talented not to be up front. No use in speculating. What's left behind is a relatively miniscule body of work, but with 20 years gone by now, it hasn't gotten old yet.
June 15, 2009 marked the 20th anniversary of the release of Nirvana's debut album, Bleach.
It's not often that I undergo bouts of "Jesus, I feel old" but knowing that two decades have passed since the release of Bleach had me on my heels.
Sure, the Pixies, Replacements, et al did it earlier and, arguably, did it better, but in listening back to Bleach, as well as the Reading show from 1992 that was recently released, it is painfully obvious that Nirvana was far more than just some "right place, right time" phenomenon. Those first two records, Bleach and Nevermind, they sound like adolescence. If you opened my skull when I was fourteen, and let every warring emotion, impulse, fear and insecurity come spilling out, that's what you'd hear. Cobain wasn't the voice of a generation because he was especially adept at character studies of adolescents (though "Negative Creep" is pretty dead-on), but because that sound he was able to create with Novoselic and Grohl was so visceral that it appealed on a sort of primal level. That, and he had an uncanny gift for melody.
I was thirteen when those two notes that precede the verse in "Smells Like Teen Spirit," became the Pavolv's bell of a generation. Probably still too young to really "get it," but old enough to get swept away by the current. Listening to that '92 Reading show, it's easy to see (or hear, rather), exactly why we all got so caught up in the band, though now I'm hearing the way Cobain's guitar matches his vocal in the verses for "In Bloom," or any number of monsterous Grohl drum fills, rather than the million little battles raging inside my own head. It's a lot more enjoyable this way.
Who knows what Cobain and Nirvana may or may not have done had he not pulled the trigger. Maybe they would have followed through on the murmurs that they were going to make a record far closer to Unplugged (or, perhaps more accurately, R.E.M.'s Automatic for the People) than any of their previous records. Maybe they would have split anyway, as Grohl was destined for frontman stardom from jump street; he's just too talented not to be up front. No use in speculating. What's left behind is a relatively miniscule body of work, but with 20 years gone by now, it hasn't gotten old yet.
Friday, November 13, 2009
This Ain't Never Been My Home
Part Seven: Nowhere Nights
The seventh installment in a continuing series of weekly posts about my record Nowhere Nights, which is available now.
Part One: Bellingham Blues
Part Two: All Lit Up
Part Three: Sooner/Later
Part Four: Home
Part Five: Torn Apart
Part Six: Leaving Kind
Part Seven: Nowhere Nights
there was no great revelation
there was no blinding light
i just stopped sinking in
to those nowhere nights
There's a certain kind of catharsis, whereby one slams one's own head into a wall enough times that the wall and/or the head become irreparably damaged. I do not believe it is recommended by many in the psychiatric profession.
Such was my brand of catharsis and realization.
There was no Lightbulb Moment for me in Bellingham. There were events - several of them - that probably should have been. There was a specific morning when I woke up and knew it was time to leave. But that lightning-strikes realization that immediately and irrevocably shifted my paradigm? Didn't happen. What did happen was a gradual recession of self that enabled a kind of personal stasis. Incremental paralysis. It was an entire life that became about sustaining that paralysis, whether I knew it and admitted it or not.
Poor guy. In a rut. Join the fucking club, right?
That's kind of the point. Everywhere I looked, I saw the same situation. Everyone in my line of sight was engaged in some kind of perpetual self-sabotage. It was a plague. And maybe that works for some people, the wonderful lie (to borrow from Westerberg), but...
The rest is in the tune.
The demo is from the K-Tub sessions. We were still very much tinkering with the arrangement, but Dan's riff and Julian's drum pattern would inform what ended up on the record pretty heavily.
Nowhere Nights (Demo)
Part One: Bellingham Blues
Part Two: All Lit Up
Part Three: Sooner/Later
Part Four: Home
Part Five: Torn Apart
Part Six: Leaving Kind
Part Seven: Nowhere Nights
there was no great revelation
there was no blinding light
i just stopped sinking in
to those nowhere nights
There's a certain kind of catharsis, whereby one slams one's own head into a wall enough times that the wall and/or the head become irreparably damaged. I do not believe it is recommended by many in the psychiatric profession.
Such was my brand of catharsis and realization.
There was no Lightbulb Moment for me in Bellingham. There were events - several of them - that probably should have been. There was a specific morning when I woke up and knew it was time to leave. But that lightning-strikes realization that immediately and irrevocably shifted my paradigm? Didn't happen. What did happen was a gradual recession of self that enabled a kind of personal stasis. Incremental paralysis. It was an entire life that became about sustaining that paralysis, whether I knew it and admitted it or not.
Poor guy. In a rut. Join the fucking club, right?
That's kind of the point. Everywhere I looked, I saw the same situation. Everyone in my line of sight was engaged in some kind of perpetual self-sabotage. It was a plague. And maybe that works for some people, the wonderful lie (to borrow from Westerberg), but...
The rest is in the tune.
The demo is from the K-Tub sessions. We were still very much tinkering with the arrangement, but Dan's riff and Julian's drum pattern would inform what ended up on the record pretty heavily.
Nowhere Nights (Demo)
Pop Goes the Culture
An Open Letter to (or About) Shane Powers, Et al
Alright, look. It is becoming abundantly clear that Twitter and "new media" (whatever that means) are going to run that creaky old dinosaur Journalism to the brink of extinction. Which is fine. Who has time for substance and content, or fact-finding and research, anyway? And what does any of it have to do with Rihanna? She was, like, a toddler when the Berlin Wall fell so what the hell do we care about it? Next!
As Twitter's reach continues to expand, with the "social network" becoming a source of breaking news, we will see more people like Shane Powers (or @shameheadboy) becoming increasingly influential as cultural pundits.
Is this a good thing?
Yes and no.
In terms of Powers specifically, he seems like a guy whose heart is in the right place (and, always, on his sleeve). By all accounts, he's a dedicated father and cultural observer who's simply trying to share his experience with people. (He's also a former Survivor cast member, but that's neither here nor there within the framework of this particular commentary.) What's troubling to me about Powers' blog - and others like it - is the volume of response that falls somewhere along the lines of "you really make me think!" In fact, Powers himself - who believes his true calling is to take his cultural observation to satellite radio via Howard Stern - purports to be a thought-provoker. On many occasions, he has made his readership well aware of the fact that he needs a companion who will challenge him intellectually; he won't be satisfied with the simple physicality of attraction.
And, hey, good for him. Nevermind that in referring to women as "mamas," he often comes across as some neo-A.C. Slater, able to appreciate a woman but not quite capable of clearing that last Cro-Magnon hurtle. Sure, women are technically "mamas" in the biological sense, and maybe I'm just not suave enough to employ the term but I've got to tell you, if I hear a guy in the checkout line referring "this mama," I'm going to peg him as an ignorant asshole nine times out of ten. But that's my hangup. Shane is clearly no misogynist, so the problem is probably my interpretation of the term, not his application. I digress.
On the one hand, that's great. Shane's blog is making people think. Tough to criticize that. So I won't. If you're motivating people in any way, that's admirable. I've got no beef.
The real drag, to me, about blogs and Twitter being the primary point of cultural and societal discourse is that it serves as further evidence that statements like this one are somehow revelatory to people:
"When people have jobs, they feel safe, and they feel the self-respect and accomplishment of a hard days work. And this translates into a happier USA." (Taken from www.shanepowers.com)
Okay, so, you mean to tell me that when people aren't broke/unemployed, they feel better, and when individuals feel better, the collective benefits? The statement itself is true, of course, and there's ample evidence to support it, but the frightening thing to me is that there are people out there who read it and thought, "shit! He's right!" These same people must be awestruck by the fact that the sun manages to rise and set at approximately the same times, in approximately the same locations, on a daily basis.
Powers also noted earlier in the week that he is complimented often on his attitudes regarding women ("mamas"). While this is fantastic (it would be a shame if he were being criticized for asserting that a beautiful women can also be - gasp! - intelligent), I find it disturbing that his views - which can be distilled down to "You never lay your hand on a woman!" and "Women's brains are as beautiful as their bodies!" - would be regarded as anything other than Common Fucking Sense. Is this where we're at? Really?
Look, I enjoy www.shanepowers.com and I think it's pretty clear that @shameheadboy "gets it." I've got a lot of respect for the fact that he lays himself bare on a daily basis for what he clearly believes is the betterment of himself and those around him. That's noble work, I don't care how or where you're doing it. What I'm asking from Shane and his readers is simple:
Let's up the fucking ante a bit. Please.
If you're a man or woman and you think Shane's views on equal rights and feminism are worthy of applause, dig a bit. Read some Angela Davis, read some Emma Goldman.
If you think Shane's take on what Veteran's Day means to this country is thought-provoking and heartstring-tugging, pick up a copy of The Things They Carried and follow through with it. It's a little longer than your average 350-word blog post but, trust me, the payoff is immense.
And, if at all possible, could we attempt to move the dialogue beyond, "right on, bro!" or "fuck you, dick!" I know, it takes a little more time to sit down and craft a response to something that provoked reflection and analysis but, hey, it's not like you're going to be spending that time reading the newspaper or anything, right? Let's set aside fifteen minutes where we might otherwise be looking for tearjerking YouTube clips and formulate some opinions.
I'm just as culpable here. I mean, I'm using a blog to express my disdain for the fact that blogs have replaced the op-ed column. Pot. Kettle. Black.
It is what it is. But it doesn't have to be.
If blogs, Twitter and YouTube are really going to be the hubs for social and cultural discourse, then let's not make that synonymous with the dumbing down of our society, okay? I don't feel like that's asking a lot. It's an exciting time to be alive but there's a lot of work to be done, and settling for lowest common denominator platitudes doesn't - and shouldn't - cut it.
In short, if www.shanepowers.com, or any blog like it, opened your eyes, let that be the first step, not the last. Fair enough?
As Twitter's reach continues to expand, with the "social network" becoming a source of breaking news, we will see more people like Shane Powers (or @shameheadboy) becoming increasingly influential as cultural pundits.
Is this a good thing?
Yes and no.
In terms of Powers specifically, he seems like a guy whose heart is in the right place (and, always, on his sleeve). By all accounts, he's a dedicated father and cultural observer who's simply trying to share his experience with people. (He's also a former Survivor cast member, but that's neither here nor there within the framework of this particular commentary.) What's troubling to me about Powers' blog - and others like it - is the volume of response that falls somewhere along the lines of "you really make me think!" In fact, Powers himself - who believes his true calling is to take his cultural observation to satellite radio via Howard Stern - purports to be a thought-provoker. On many occasions, he has made his readership well aware of the fact that he needs a companion who will challenge him intellectually; he won't be satisfied with the simple physicality of attraction.
And, hey, good for him. Nevermind that in referring to women as "mamas," he often comes across as some neo-A.C. Slater, able to appreciate a woman but not quite capable of clearing that last Cro-Magnon hurtle. Sure, women are technically "mamas" in the biological sense, and maybe I'm just not suave enough to employ the term but I've got to tell you, if I hear a guy in the checkout line referring "this mama," I'm going to peg him as an ignorant asshole nine times out of ten. But that's my hangup. Shane is clearly no misogynist, so the problem is probably my interpretation of the term, not his application. I digress.
On the one hand, that's great. Shane's blog is making people think. Tough to criticize that. So I won't. If you're motivating people in any way, that's admirable. I've got no beef.
The real drag, to me, about blogs and Twitter being the primary point of cultural and societal discourse is that it serves as further evidence that statements like this one are somehow revelatory to people:
"When people have jobs, they feel safe, and they feel the self-respect and accomplishment of a hard days work. And this translates into a happier USA." (Taken from www.shanepowers.com)
Okay, so, you mean to tell me that when people aren't broke/unemployed, they feel better, and when individuals feel better, the collective benefits? The statement itself is true, of course, and there's ample evidence to support it, but the frightening thing to me is that there are people out there who read it and thought, "shit! He's right!" These same people must be awestruck by the fact that the sun manages to rise and set at approximately the same times, in approximately the same locations, on a daily basis.
Powers also noted earlier in the week that he is complimented often on his attitudes regarding women ("mamas"). While this is fantastic (it would be a shame if he were being criticized for asserting that a beautiful women can also be - gasp! - intelligent), I find it disturbing that his views - which can be distilled down to "You never lay your hand on a woman!" and "Women's brains are as beautiful as their bodies!" - would be regarded as anything other than Common Fucking Sense. Is this where we're at? Really?
Look, I enjoy www.shanepowers.com and I think it's pretty clear that @shameheadboy "gets it." I've got a lot of respect for the fact that he lays himself bare on a daily basis for what he clearly believes is the betterment of himself and those around him. That's noble work, I don't care how or where you're doing it. What I'm asking from Shane and his readers is simple:
Let's up the fucking ante a bit. Please.
If you're a man or woman and you think Shane's views on equal rights and feminism are worthy of applause, dig a bit. Read some Angela Davis, read some Emma Goldman.
If you think Shane's take on what Veteran's Day means to this country is thought-provoking and heartstring-tugging, pick up a copy of The Things They Carried and follow through with it. It's a little longer than your average 350-word blog post but, trust me, the payoff is immense.
And, if at all possible, could we attempt to move the dialogue beyond, "right on, bro!" or "fuck you, dick!" I know, it takes a little more time to sit down and craft a response to something that provoked reflection and analysis but, hey, it's not like you're going to be spending that time reading the newspaper or anything, right? Let's set aside fifteen minutes where we might otherwise be looking for tearjerking YouTube clips and formulate some opinions.
I'm just as culpable here. I mean, I'm using a blog to express my disdain for the fact that blogs have replaced the op-ed column. Pot. Kettle. Black.
It is what it is. But it doesn't have to be.
If blogs, Twitter and YouTube are really going to be the hubs for social and cultural discourse, then let's not make that synonymous with the dumbing down of our society, okay? I don't feel like that's asking a lot. It's an exciting time to be alive but there's a lot of work to be done, and settling for lowest common denominator platitudes doesn't - and shouldn't - cut it.
In short, if www.shanepowers.com, or any blog like it, opened your eyes, let that be the first step, not the last. Fair enough?
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