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067: Musica Nuda, ‘I Will Survive’

Posted by jeff on Sep 18, 2010 in Jazz, Other, Song Of the week, Vocalists

I’ve always been a fan of minimalism in music. In jazz it’s pretty easy because the default is four or five players. But my predilections in classical music are almost exclusively for solo or chamber music; or in The Beatles, Rubber Soul over Magical Mystery Tour. I like to hear what I’m listening to. To identify and follow each instrument.

One format that I’ve always found riveting is voice/bass. A hint of the skeleton, an indication of the frame, with the subject lain on top. Barebones and melody. What more do you need? Leave all the rest to the ear’s imagination.

The implicit chords in Bach’s Cello Suites. The unstated beat in a Motown intro. The understood rhythm when the drum lays out for the bass solo in a jazz combo. Those are what pull me in. Like poetry, like good theater. Don’t tell me everything. Let my mind fill in the picture.

As I mentioned in SoTW 66 focusing on Rickie Lee Jones, I had the pleasure of seeing two sets by the Italian duo Musica Nuda at the Red Sea Jazz Festival a few weeks ago in Eilat, and speaking with bassist Ferruccio Spinetti and vocalist Petra Magoni.

Ferruccio told me (I think this is what he said; his English is just a bit better than my non-existent Italian) that he sees Musica Nuda as a modern version of Monteverdi’s madrigals. Did I miss something? I think not. Claudio Monteverdi (1567-1643) is credited with inventing the basso continuo and thus nudging music from the Renaissance into the Baroque. Bass and voice. There you go.

Surprisingly, there really is a bit of a tradition of bass/singer duos. My favorite, by far, is Julie London’s uber-sultry Bye, Bye Blackbird, which was the subject of SoTW 45. The most famous is Peggy Lee’s iconic ‘Fever’ (which does use some drums, but only as embellishment, not as a timekeeper).

One that I’ve loved since its release in 1966 is Gordon Lightfoot’s ‘Oh, Linda’. It was on his debut album, right up there with his great ‘Early Morning Rain’ and ‘For Loving Me’.

From the jazz idiom, the uncontested mistress of the niche is the challenging and unique Sheila Jordan – immortalized by Charlie Parker’s ‘Chasing the Bird’ (dedicated to her as a young groupie), studied under Lennie Tristano and Charlie Mingus, collaborated with George Russell, Herbie Nichols, Carla Bley and Steve Kuhn. She’s recorded a number of albums accompanied only by a bassist, most notably Harvie Swartz. Here are some great clips by Sheila and Harvie: ‘Better Than Anything’, Let’s Face the Music and Dance‘, ‘Honeysuckle Rose‘, and with Cameron Brown, her great interpretation (well emulated by Ms RL Jones herself) of ‘Dat Dere‘.

Not too surprisingly, Musica Nuda’s whacko vocalist, Petra Magoni, studied under Ms Jordan. The duo was formed in 2003. Petra was planning a tour across Tuscany with a guitarist, but he became ill the day before the first performance. Not wanting to cancel the gig, she grabbed what she could find, a bassist. Since then, they’ve recorded three CDs, mostly covers of well-known songs in English and Italian. Well, I confess, I don’t know the Italian ones too well.  But they have lots of clips of their special treatment of a surprising selection of songs:

There’s lots more—Beatles, Stones, Police, Madonna, Olivia Newton-John, which you can youtube at your leisure.

Their signature song is the 1979 disco icon, ‘I Will Survive’. Gloria Gaynor’s original was an ultimative anthem of female empowerment, gay dignity, HIV awareness, and disco dancing.

To say that Petra has a strong stage presence is an understatement of an understatement. She’s manic, vibratious, over-the-top from the get-go. She’s very physical in a theatrical sense. Brechtian. Harsh, forceful, in-your-face. All this in a boney little body that jumps and jerks and emotes and techniques like Harlequin on acid. She dresses like a homeless ostrich who pilfered a Moscow thrift shop. She’s studied opera, and presents herself as Mick Jagger doing Carmen. Or Kiri Te Kanawa doing ‘Gimme Shelter’.

But less is more, and she’s a total trip in the maximization of minimalism. Ah, and she’s a damn good singer.

 
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066: Rickie Lee Jones, ‘Skeletons’

Posted by jeff on Sep 4, 2010 in Other, Personal, Rock, Song Of the week

Hope you’re enjoying the new format of SoTW. Please do leave comments – always glad to hear from you.
Thanks to David Rubin for the great photos from Eilat.

I had the good fortune last week to attend the Red Sea Jazz Festival in Eilat as a member of the press, representing the Jerusalem Report. It was my first formal journalism gig in 40 years. I hope my pork-pie hat tilted back with a press card stuck in the ribbon and a Lucky Strike hanging out of the corner of my mouth impressed people. I did notice that my walking around shouting “Stop the presses!” drew some stares.

I had a great time, 4 nights of music (all night! Music from 8 PM till 2:30 AM, then a jam session till 6 AM; I held up alright, except that at the jam session I could be seen with a teddy bear in one hand and dragging my blankie in the other), much of it fine, much of it fun, and all of it enjoyable. The sum of a jazz festival, I have learned, is greater than its parts.

In short shrift, and in alphabetical order (by first name, which usually drives me batty), the more noteworthy acts I caught were:

  • Danilo Perez – snore
  • Dave Douglas – A challenging jazz trumpeter I admire, but I didn’t connect with the music he was making (4 brass and drum, tribute to Lester Bowie, a free-jazz trumpeter I’m not familiar with)
  • Gary Burton (I found him vapid in the 70s and 80s and 90s, and guess what? Still do. As my chaperone David said, ‘How much emotional resonance can you get out of a vibraphone?’ I did have a chance to ask his bassist, Scott Colley, about the experience of playing on Andrew Hill’s “Dusk”, to which he replied that it’s his favorite session he’s ever played on.)
  • Hermeto Pascoal – A legendary Brazilian weaver of wonders, leading his merry pranksters in a musical rite of enchantment. His two sets were a spiritual experience for me. I hope I’ll have courage to try to encapsulate such a great artist in an upcoming Song of The Week for you.
  • Musica Nuda – Italian duo, contrabassist and chick singer, weird wild wacky, Brechtian theatrical, in-your-face, throwing everything at you from opera to commedia dell’arte. Here they are, doing Come Together, which is a bit tame for them. But they really let themselves go on I Will Survive and other disco classics. They have lots of fine videos on YouTube, if they catch your fancy.
  • Nikki Yanofsky – the Montreal wunderkind, awing even this most jaded listener with her irrepressible 16 year-old ebullience; I hope to dedicate a SoTW to her soon.
  • Omri Mor Trio and the Andaloujazz Project – an amazing, moving experience from a young Israeli piano trio playing North African music. I promise to write about them soon, at length.
  • Rickie Lee Jones

RLJ was the name that leaped out at me when I first saw the lineup, as I’m sure it does to most of you, dear readers. She was also the artist I was most looking forward to seeing, hearing, and hopefully interviewing. Like many of you, I’ve known and loved her music since I was blown away by the eponymous LP in 1979, which included her trademark song, ‘Chuck E.’s in Love‘. She’s made about 15 CDs over the years, the first four of which (RLJ, 1979; Pirates, 1981; The Magazine, 1984; and Flying Cowboys, 1989) I know by heart, where I hold them dearly, as do many of you. I also had more than a passing familiarity with her next 20 years of work, but more out of my obsessive need to know everything about artists I admire than from enjoyment. Not nice to say, but they’re a drag, and only wane with age.

Excited about the prospect of interviewing her, I revisited them all, investing renewed energy in listening to the less successful ones, prospecting for diamonds in the rough. All I found was roughage.

I read about 15 interviews with her from recent years. All I found was an aging, bitter, unfocused ex-artist, flaunting her lack of financial success and almost universal lack of recognition by the younger generation of singers, on whom she has had a profound influence.

I listened to some of the singers she was bitching about – Joanne Newsome, Cat Power, others. It can’t be denied. The young Rickie Lee Jones’ cheeky swagger, off-beat, unpredictable street-smart foul-mouthed tough/vulnerable  little girl voice can be heard everywhere today, in various diluted permutations. She’s had an indelible impact on our popular aesthetic, as large and not so distant from that of her old boyfriend Tom Waits. Things would sound very different today without their input.

I suppose you could say that RLJ is a mirror of ourselves. None of us is what we were in 1980. True, but maybe the consolation for us mortals is that we were no great shakes in our glory days, so the contrast isn’t so glaring or painful.

RLJ’s first set was in the large arena at the festival. She looked (and deported herself) like the whiney neighbor you try to avoid. She looked like meine tsuris, as Grandma used to say. She was accompanied by two kids about 1/3 her age each. The bassist was barely functional, the other guy less so. She played mostly her well known songs, with a mix of her gray, boring, annoying new ones.

I had a tentative interview set up, but chose to not pursue it. Let aging singers lie.

Her second set was demoted to the smallest venue at the site (1000 seats), the only such rearrangement. I suppose the organizers were wary of word-of-mouth. Why did I go back?

Loyalty, I suppose. I’ve loved Rickie Lee Jones for so many years. Who can pass on an opportunity to hear even a pale shadow of her own funky, punky self? The second set was better. She left out the new material. I guess she knows. A lot of the audience left during the course of the set, but she seemed resigned to her station and focused on the ones who stayed, and on the music. It wasn’t uplifting. It did touch me, about as much as a high-school reunion I suppose. Nice, kind of vaguely interesting, but when you get home, who really cares?

So let’s go back to the Duchess of Coolsville we all knew and loved. I’ve thought long and hard about which song to present as our Song of The Week. Not ‘Chuck E.’, although it will never ever lose its grab. It is the finest, bounciest, cheekiest song any of us has ever heard. I considered giving you one of our old favorites. I know mine are almost all from the same vein – funky piano, shifting tempi, incredible implicit beat, great harmonies, songs that I can’t listen to without my heart dancing: ‘We Belong Together‘, It Must Be Love, Pirates, Living It Up, Juke Box Fury, A Lucky Guy, and a couple you might not know, ‘Satellites‘ and Away from the Sky.

But I decided to give credit to a quiet, depressing little masterpiece, ‘Skeletons’, from her second LP, “Pirates”.

The song is a precious, heartbreaking gem about a young father accidentally killed by the police. The lyrics – well, you listen, and follow them. I don’t understand them all on a literal level, so I can’t help you there. And I have no idea what the factual/biographical background of the song is. I do know that the performance of the song is perfect, and that the song has intrigued me, haunted me, for decades.

She was pregnant in May
Now they’re on their way

Dashing thru the snow
To St. John’s, here we go

Well, it could be a boy
But it’s okay if he’s a girl
Oh, these things that grow out of

The things that we give

We should move to the west side
They still believe in things
That give a kid half a chance

When he pulled off the road
Step in a waltz of red moonbeams
Said he fit an APB,
A robbery nearby

And he go for his wallet
And they thought he was going for a gun

And the cops blew Bird away

Some kids like watching Saturday cartoons
Some girls listen to records all day in their rooms

But what do birds leave behind,
of the wings that they came with
If a son’s in a tree building model planes?
Skeletons,
Skeletons.

After the show, I asked her manager if I could have a word with her. She came out, graciously, and sat down on the edge of the stage for a chat. I presented myself as a long-time, loyal fan, and she was obviously rather touched. I asked her about Laura Nyro, another great female singer songwriter, one who had a clearly great impact on RLJ as an artist, and one whose neglected influence is recently being rehabilitated. We talked about that, and RLJ seemed genuinely happy that the late Laura is being given her belated due. “Now I just wish they would recognize what I gave to all those people singing today,” she said.

Well, Rickie, I do. I recognized you, even though I saw only the skeleton.

If you liked this post, you might also like:

053: The Beatles, ‘In My Life’

036: Laura Nyro, ‘Sweet Blindness’ (“Eli & the 13th Confession”)

065: Ella Fitzgerald, ‘Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most’

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059: The Real Group, ‘Joy Spring’

Posted by jeff on Jul 28, 2010 in A Cappella, Jazz, Nordic, Song Of the week, Vocalists

Joy Spring, Walking Down the Street, There Will Never Be Another You

Ok, I confess. I am a member of a cult.

A proud, card-carrying, dues-paying proselyte, full of missionary zeal, collaring unsuspecting wedding guests, subjecting them to my fanatic preaching of The Word. Or, in this case, The Music.

A cappella (unaccompanied vocal) jazz has been pretty much the fulcrum of my thoughts for the past three or four years. Now, that may sound pretty silly to you. That’s because a cappella jazz most commonly connotes rosy-cheeked college kids tooting away at geeky renditions of hackneyed pop hits. But that’s because our musical vocabulary is too often narrowly American. With all due credit to the good old Stars and Stripes, there are other scenes out there, and this is one genre where the action is elsewhere. And I’ve had the good fortune to be exposed to the vocal jazz scene in Scandinavia, and the myriad of wonderful groups making amazing music there.

Read more…

 
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Jeff’s Own Music

Posted by jeff on Jul 22, 2010 in Music

Jeff doesn’t only talk about other peoples’ music, sometimes he makes his own.

Me & My Guitar

21 Songs Reflecting Various States of Mind and Degrees of Maturity

 

 

 

 

 

 


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