Monday, August 18, 2008

I have four tickets for Springsteen in Nashville this Thursday - below cost

and in other news, I am currently all of about 200 yards from the Atlantic Ocean and there's plenty of barbecue in the refrigerator. one drawback is that Atlantic Ocean doesn't seem to have Wi-Fi, so in order to gain a connection I must walk into the middle of the street (10th Avenue for those of you interested in New Jersey history), lift one leg (more like a flamingo than a Labrador, thankfully), twist and shout (more like the Beatles than Chubby Checker) while positioning my left index finger towards my left earlobe, elbow out.

only a couple of those are exaggerations. Wi-Fi appears to be an outdoor only convenience.

and it is the anniversary of my birth. a prime number, in fact. though I certainly wouldn't read too much into the word "prime."

part one of my interview with the great Steinski is now up at villagevoice.com. part two, complete with the world premiere download "What Was Raymond Doing With His Hands?" will post tomorrow, and by week's end conversations with Robyn Hitchcock and Marcus Miller will post.

but seriously, e-mail me if you or someone you love can use those Springsteen tickets.

Monday, August 11, 2008

by now you know


that Isaac Hayes has died.

I interviewed Mr. Hayes in early June, and not until just a couple of hours before he called did I learn, for certain, that he had suffered a stroke in January of 2006.

A timeline:
On November 16, 2005, episode 912 of “South Park,” the thinly veiled ambush of Scientology entitled “Trapped in the Closet,” airs (good luck catching a re-rerun; supposedly Tom Cruise has pressured Comedy Central’s parent company into taking it out of rotation).
Months later, Hayes, a Scientologist, quits his role as Chef, presumably over this very episode. Except in an interview with The Onion’s A.V. Club published January 4, 2006, the R & B legend doesn’t appear to be particularly troubled by the skewering of his religion.
“Well, I talked to (“South Park” creators) Matt (Stone) and Trey (Parker) about that,” Hayes is quoted as saying. “They didn't let me know until it was done. I said, ‘Guys, you have it all wrong. We're not like that. I know that's your thing, but get your information correct, because somebody might believe that shit, you know?’ But I understand what they're doing. I told them to take a couple of Scientology courses, and understand what we do (laughs).”
(Note: a Wikipedia entry on Hayes also quotes from the same interview: “One thing about Matt and Trey, they lampoon everybody, and if you take that serious, I'll sell you the Brooklyn bridge for two dollars. That’s what they do." But we couldn’t find that particular quote in that particular piece)
Then on March 13th of 2006 a statement, purportedly authorized by Hayes, asked for his release from his contract with the show because of Parker and Stone’s apparent intolerance of religion. Scientology was not specifically cited.

However, two months before that request for a release was made, Isaac Hayes suffered a stroke.
On January 17th, Memphis television station WMC reported that the singer had suffered a stroke and quoted unnamed sources who claimed the episode “was triggered from exhaustion” (which would certainly be the first time I’ve ever heard of exhaustion causing a stroke).
Two months after Hayes’ reported stroke and just one week after his statement asking to be released from his role as Chef, Fox News’ Roger Friedman wrote an article entitled “Chef’s Quitting Controversy.”
The article begins: “Isaac Hayes did not quit ‘South Park.’ My sources say that someone quit it for him.
“I can tell you,” Friedman continues, “that Hayes is in no position to have quit anything. Contrary to news reports, the great writer, singer and musician suffered a stroke on Jan. 17.”
What follows is yet another Scientology conspiracy theory (and hey, we’re believers). Most pointedly, Friedman asks why, in light of Hayes’ relatively recent, pre-stroke defense of the show to the A.V. Club, if the singer was so offended, would he wait four months after “Trapped in the Closet” aired before quitting.
Which is a damn good question.

But wait. There’s more.

One week after Friedman’s piece, and two weeks’ after Hayes purported release request, Hayes’ spokesperson Amy Harnell (still employed by Hayes when I interviewed him incidentally) told MTV News that the Fox report was “definitely not true" and that Hayes' decision to quit “South Park” was "his and his alone."
Harnell also stated that Hayes had not been hospitalized with a stroke as was previously reported, but rather “spent a few days in a hospital because of a high blood-pressure condition with medical complications" (which is a lot closer to the definition of stroke than that exhaustion excuse).

Finally, in October of 2006, just before his first public concert since his hospital stay, Hayes confirmed the stroke his publicist previously denied. After his representatives had warned a San Antonio Express-News reporter not to ask about Hayes’ health or his “South Park” departure, Hayes brought the subject up himself.
“In January I had a stroke,” Hayes is quoted. “I'm through it now, and I'm almost well."
"The stroke hasn't hurt my singing," he continues. "I've been working on it.”
Just this April Hayes once again introduced the subject in an interview with the Las Vegas Review-Journal. And this time he went into further detail, explaining that he was struck following a concert.
"I started babbling,” said Hayes. “I was living in the hospital for about two weeks. I was out, man."
Of course, strokes – often fatal – impose a variety of effects. Not uncommon is memory loss and difficulty with speech. And that seems to be the case with Isaac Hayes.
"I was blank,” he told the Vegas paper. “Couldn't remember nothing. But I just kept going, and eventually my memory came back.
"I'm doing better. The stroke is gone now. I'm coming back."

But that same month – that is, just about sixty days ago – Hayes participated in a live morning radio interview with “The Adam Carolla Show.” And the result was what one might charitably call a trainwreck.
Carolla and his staff also seemed unaware of Hayes’ health condition (does this make me feel better? Maybe just a little bit).
After several awkward pauses and a recognized tendency of Hayes to repeat certain answers, Carolla asked the singer if perhaps he might be guilty of a little “wake and bake.”
At which point Isaac Hayes began discussing a cookbook he had authored three years before.

It was an honor and a privilege to speak with the man, even considering the circumstances. And if you don't yet own a copy of Hot Buttered Soul, Mr. Hayes' personal recommendation, please take care of that now.

My interview with Isaac Hayes, published for the first time in a special Sunday night edition of the Voice's Sound of the City, can be found here.

RIP, Isaac Hayes.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

all by myself . . . don't want to live


horrible, horrible song (see: Ethan Frome). but unfortunately in my head as my beloved is spending a few days in the Midwest.

so I made two trips into Manhattan in order to secure an interview with 90-year-old pianist Hank Jones (who played with Charlie Parker, Ella Fitzgerald, Benny Goodman, John Coltrane, Miles Davis, Billie Holiday, Coleman Hawkins, Dizzy Gillespie, Sonny Rollins . . . ). next up in line to the backstage area between his Birdland sets: Stanley Clarke and Chick Corea (kind of interesting to cross paths with Stanley Clarke since I just interviewed one of his S.M.V. partners, Marcus Miller, on Wednesday).

a quick stop by the Rum House to say hi on the way home since I was in the neighborhood (continually missing dinner) and should be in bed but the United States is beating Venezuela in volleyball (much subtext here after yesterday's murder of the coach's father-in-law). and that's a little more interesting than the badminton (men's and women's) I watched earlier today.

Friday, August 8, 2008

more reading The Road


"They walked into the little clearing, the boy clutching his hand. They'd taken everything with them except whatever black thing was skewered over the coals. He was standing there checking the perimeter when the boy turned and buried his face against him. He looked quickly to see what had happened. What is it? he said. What is it? The boy shook his head. Oh Papa, he said. He turned and looked again. What the boy had seen was a charred human infant headless and gutted and blackening on the spit. He bent and picked the boy up and started for the road with him, holding him close. I'm sorry, he whispered. I'm sorry."

- Cormac McCarthy

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

alabama 3 and such

nothing in today's mail, but I did receive e-files of Minus the Bear's Planet of Ice (that's on Suicide Squeeze and I'm asking for a Suicide Squeeze t-shirt for my birthday) and Stereophonic's upcoming Pull the Pin (lots of re-issues on the way from them, too).

nothing much on the television today (though there's a Ronald Reagan movie on now in which his character's wife says, "Of course, you'll have to tell me what to do. I'm only a woman." and that was pretty funny), which I guess is a good thing, because it gave me a chance to knock out some Robyn Hitchcock transcribing. his Egyptians-era box set, Luminous Groove, comes out on August 19 (so the piece will run that week).

out today: Randy Newman's Harps and Angels and Amy Ray's Didn't It Feel Kinder (we recorded a P4St with her yesterday at the north end of Central Park) and Conor Oberst's self-titled (which I do not have)

also new today, our Possibly 4th Street session with the Alabama 3, writers, performers and overall cool Brits behind the Sopranos' theme "Woke Up This Morning" (which they played for us in Union Square - worth seeing)

Saturday, August 2, 2008

the post in which I'm not allowed to "blog-bitch" Tom Chiarella


yes, I am shamed and humbled, if not completely close-mouthed. I have recently communicated (the way that really counts: back and forth) with Mr. Chiarella (it's possible that I may be testing a Google Alert here).
if you have not partaken of the Tom Sawyer-esque brilliance (complete with footnotes) of his piece on Halle Berry (who smiled at me once backstage at Conan (I swear)), please do so.

the musical half-week in review:
what I'm listening to this very second (at 3:40 a.m.): S.M.V.'s (Stanley Clarke, Marcus Miller and Victor Wooten) Thunder (out on August 12)

the two Possibly 4th Street episodes we recorded on Wednesday: Tilly and the Wall (in Peter Cooper Village where the local authorities summarily dismissed us, thankfully at the tail end of their second song) and Bowerbirds (in and around the Mollusk Surf Shop on Brooklyn's River Street, mere blocks from where we recorded with Phosphorescent last year)

who we saw on Wednesday night: Aimee Mann (see fairly creepy (double click for the full effect of Aimee's right eye), fairly bad photo above) at the muchly crowded Highline Ballroom (the staff there is very nice, considerate, professional, et al, but there is no photo pit; thanks to the kindness of a stranger similarly disconcerted by the sardine-like main floor I was allowed to step in front to take a few pics from the balcony which, as you might imagine, renders but faint hope capturing anything even serviceable given the distance, the dark, the movement (translation: I came home with bupkis, less than bupkis (is that how you spell bupkis?)). but we enjoyed the show)

phrase of the evening: "Snow White, who's a fucking idiot apparently" - Aimee Mann discussing her research when attempting to write a song for Shrek 3

(but the back and forth, back and forth, and a recent change to the Metro Card menu (which reminded me of the time I filled my father's pickup truck with diesel (it did not run on diesel) because the local gas station had reordered the pumps since my last visit) caused me to purchase a two-week Metro Card. I did not need, nor did I want, a two-week Metro Card, especially since I have two monthlys, left over from days of regular employment, still in their cellophane resting upon my cluttered desk)

this evening: a very enjoyable interview with Dan Boeckner and Hadji Bakara of Wolf Parade backstage before their second Terminal 5 show (Harvilla reviewed night one in his NSFW-titled blog). they're both huge Tusk fans and I, of course, am charged with delivering a treatise on said classic album for Continuum's 33 1/3 series at year end.

pubs: my interview with Aimee Mann (as previously mentioned) posted on Monday and Wednesday saw the Possibly 4th Street episode (at least still photos and prose) with Falcon. audio/video are upcoming.

also, Tilly and the Wall are currently offering a free MP3 of "Pot Kettle Black" (right click when you get there), which has to be the most infectious legally free download you'll find all summer, so take advantage.

Monday, July 28, 2008

movies, movies, music, movies, music, movies and aimee mann


thanks to Netflix, the Museum of Modern Art, the New York Public Library and HBO On Demand, over an extended weekend (which is no comment at all on relative workload) we watched Enchanted (cute, and I love New York settings, but the stress points really showed in the ending), Fantasia (I really thought I had seen it before, but now I know that I've seen at least 95% of it (that sucker's l-o-o-o-ng)), 27 Dresses (what with Hairspray and Enchanted earlier we could've been sponsoring a James Marsden Film Festival) and American Psycho (now I've read the book and seen the movie (at least it's on massive sale here) and don't have to do either again).

we also false-started on I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry (even if the last hour was twice as good as the first half-hour it wouldn't have been worth finishing) and of course The Simpsons Movie, in Spanish, is on again.

new (at least to me) music to listen to: Al Green's Everything's OK, Grinderman, Cat Stevens' Mona Bone Jakon, Willie and Wynton's Two Men with the Blues (I wonder how good this could've been in the studio with some more adventurous material), Paul Weller's 22 Dreams, Rodney Crowell's upcoming Sex & Gasoline, Liam Finn's I'll Be Lightning and Damien Jurado's upcoming Caught In The Trees.

and my conversation with Aimee Mann (one I enjoyed) is now up at villagevoice.com.