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Lost in the Stars, the music of Kurt Weill, on the turntable this morning
Hal Willner (6 April 1956 ā 7 April 2020 from COVID-19)
Castle In Spain - Buster Poindexter & The Banshees of Blue (1990)
RIP David Johansen
April 26, 1991
Not just a physical release, although there is that, too, but to be held by an artist at the crucial moment of expression ā to be awed, second by second, at the way a song or piece of music unfolds, to be held on the edge of tears by the drama of it all, and to be, as an audience member, an essential participant in the drama itself. That is a wonderful thing. With Nina Simone, of course, and The Saints, many times. Neubauten in their prime. The Dirty Three. I experienced it the first time I saw Crime and the City Solution in some shithole in Sydney in the late seventies ā a kind of crucial beauty. Swans. The Cramps. Johnny Cash. Emmylou Harris singing at a Hal Willner event, Led Zeppelin in Kooyong Park in Melbourne back in the mid-seventies, Bryan Ferry singing 'The Butcher Boy' alone at the piano, Bob Dylan in a tiny club in Rio. So thank God, quite literally, for music, because it's one of the last remaining places, beyond raw nature, that people can feel awed by something happening in real time, that feeling of reverence and wonder. Fucking Al Green running up and down the aisles, screaming his head off, a James Blood Ulmer gig in a tiny club in London, Martin Rev's legendary fifteen-minute gig upstairs at the Garage in Islington, back in the nineties. These are sacred moments.
Nick Cave ⢠Faith, Hope and Carnage
Friday Flashback: Todd Rundgren, Taj Mahal and Michele Grey Tell āNight Musicā Viewers āNever Mind the Why and Whereforeā
In character and in costume, Todd Rundgren, Taj Mahal and Michele Grey infused āNight Musicā with a little Gilbert and Sullivan in 1989.
The three principals are at once serious and silly as they act out their version of āNever Mind the Why and Whereforeā from āH.M.S. Pinafore.ā
The band includes David Sanborn on saxophone, Pat Metheny on guitar and Hal Willner on all-important triangle.
Rundgren, as the Captain, uses everything his nimble voice has to offer, plugging his nose at one point and inhaling and exhaling dramatically for effect.
As Sir Joseph and Josephine, respectively, Mahal and Grey are similarly ridiculous, with the former moving stiffly and the latter emitting and exaggerated, sex-kitten vibe, no doubt drawing on her time with the Tubes.
Itās a remarkable performance, made all the more so by the fact theyāre all simply clowning around.
Friday Flashback is an occasional series in which Sound Bites looks back at memorable musical moments on television
4/21/23
Stay Awake
Who was it that said āDamn it all. Damn everything But the circusā?
Renowned songwriter Tom Waits delivered a rare live performanceĀ at an event honoring the late Saturday Night Live's sketch music producerĀ Ha
Tom and Kathleen performed down the road from me this week. Oh to one day hear Tom live š¤š¤š¤
Tomās beautiful tribute to Hal