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Lou Reed, Laurie Anderson & John Zorn Controversially Take a Walk on the Free Jazz Side at the Montreal Jazz Festival

Posted by Billyjam, July 5, 2010 11:05pm | Post a Comment

Above is an excerpt from the set that got Lou Reed, John Zorn, and Lauriie Anderson booed onstage and caused unhappy concert goers to walk out on the trio's improv free jazz set Friday (July 2nd) at the Montreal Jazz Festival. Reportedly many ticket holders for the show expected, or were led to believe from the pre-publicity for the festival, that Lou Reed would be playing some of his better known solo songs or some familiar Velvet Underground selections. Hence, when, along with his wife Anderson and avant-garde musician Zorn, he played an all improv set, many in the crowd jeered in disapproval. Others walked out after Zorn, in response to the loud boos plus one attendee shouting "play some real music," told the audience, "If you don't think this is music, you can get the fuck out of here.”

Harsh words? Maybe, but he's absolutely right. Reed even said in a pre-concert interview that they would be playing "100% improvised...non-rock.” Not to mention that it was a jazz festival he was playing at, and his two collaborators were his experimental music artist wife and the king of avant-garde, Zorn.

(In which we consider Paul Robeson.)

Posted by Job O Brother, February 7, 2010 03:22pm | Post a Comment
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Harry Houdini vs. Laurie Anderson

My actual heroes in this world are few and disparate. From Harry Houdini to Laurie Anderson, from John Lennon to Mrs. Mary Eales, they reflect people who may inspire and impact me with their art, their political activism, their bold-faced chutzpah, or any combination thereof.

But perhaps no one embodies all these traits to such heightened super-awesomeness for me than the great Paul Robeson.

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Rad.

Robeson was born in Princeton, New Jersey, in 1898. His father was an escaped slave-turned-church minister; his mother was from a Quaker family, and died tragically when Paul was six, which isn’t funny at all, so don’t laugh.

Paul received a full academic scholarship to attend Rutgers University, which I hear is a pretty good school, though I’ve never been there myself because I’m allergic to schools. Seriously. If I even step foot on a campus I start itching, sweating, and my head comes completely off and falls to the ground and rolls away.

(In which we bric some brac and knick some knack.)

Posted by Job O Brother, May 11, 2009 05:46pm | Post a Comment
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As God is my witness, I don't know what I'm supposed to pack my collection of vintage boxes in.


Phew! Hey – how’s it going? Oh, you’re reading the Amoeblog, I see. Well, hope I’m not interrupting you – I just needed to take a break from unpacking. I don’t know how I fit so much stuff into my previous, tiny, New York-style apartment! I mean, I don’t remember sleeping on a pile of books and LP’s eight yards deep, but I must have.

The whole process of moving can be especially complicated for those of us who are avid collectors of music and film and all manner of art-faggory. It becomes a reenactment of that crucial scene from Sophie’s Choice (I won’t include any spoilers here for those of you who’ve never seen the film; suffice it to say that, due to Sophie’s fear of baking soda, her love for the town’s baker suffers some dire tragedies. And her cat turns out to be the murderer.)

I find myself reconsidering whether or not I need a collection of punk 45’s, but before I can decide, I’m distracted by the hilarity and exuberance of the Blatz song then suddenly stuck in my head, and before I know it, everything’s in the box “to be saved” and all that makes it to the thrift store is a redundant garlic press and a cutting board whose origin I cannot recall.
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I suppose I could live without my antique sextant. But what if I wanna measure the altitude of a
celestial object above the horizon while onboard a ship without electricity? ...I better keep it.

To be honest, I never really identified with the “collector” mentality. I have this many albums because I love this many (and more) and I have these DVD’s, books and posters for the same reason. I don’t keep hold of anything simply because of its cash value. I never questioned what I could sell my autographed, first pressing of Stories From the Nerve Bible for on Craig’s List – I just wanna read it again and again, ‘s all.

Whiskers on roses & raindrops on kittens: II. Adagio

Posted by Job O Brother, August 6, 2007 01:16pm | Post a Comment

2.) “The Ugly One With the Jewels”

The above is a title to an album by Laurie Anderson. It was released in 1995.

Anyone who knows me knows how much I revere this artist. Many of you are at least aware of her “hit”, the eerie and off-putting “O Superman (For Massenet)”, which unexpectedly made #2 on the UK Charts in 1981, thanks largely to its championing by the late, great John Peel.


Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha: Laurie Anderson

While most of her albums will inevitably split a room of people in two camps, with either side feeling passionate of how her songs make them feel, “The Ugly One With the Jewels” is one of her most accessible and entertaining albums, and many people who would not otherwise appreciate her more “difficult music” will still enjoy this album.

It is not my favorite – for me, nothing trumps her epic work “United States” (which is available as a live performance album consisting of four compact discs). Still, “Ugly One” is magical to me; it’s like walking through a dream, awake.

The album consists almost entirely of spoken word; stories that are autobiographical. It was recorded live in London for what sounds like a perfect audience.

Anderson’s life is one worth hearing about. Few people have a taste for adventure like her, and her droll, dry style of story-telling on this record shows-off her comedic skill, something she values in herself that others rarely remark on, mostly due, I’m sure, to her being of the avant-garde.

The Jungle Book

Posted by Job O Brother, April 12, 2007 10:34am | Post a Comment

               INT. JOB'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

               JOB, (early 30's) sits at his desk. A BLACK CAT is curled in
               his lap.

               He's listening to music on shuffle; a new song playing every
               few minutes or so. Currently playing is an early song by
               Front 242 from their album "Geography", located in the
               Gothic/Industrial section of Amoeba Music.

               He's typing out his latest blog, in screenplay format.

               In the time it takes him to describe the music that's
               playing, it switches to a track from Clinic's latest effort,
               "Visitations"; an album he is still exploring and enjoying,
               though it doesn't immediately rock his world like their
               impish, catchy and pithy album "Walking With Thee", located
               in the Rock/Pop section of Amoeba Music; an album which
               samples one of his heroes, Laurie Anderson, also found in
               that section.

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