There’s nothing quite like riding a train that feels like it’s going to run off the rails and yet, somehow, it doesn’t.
Mike Watt + the Missingmen (MW, bass & vocals; Tom Watson, guitar & vocals; Raul Morales, drums), with guests (Joe Biza, guitar; Bob Lee, drums), “The Red and the Black,” live, Los Angeles (Safari Sam’s, Hollywood), 3/31/07 (benefit for musician Richie Hass)
Here—with a shout-out to my brother Don, with whom (at the age of 15) I saw the MC5 in Chicago’s Lincoln Park during the 1968 Democratic Convention (when nobody outside the Detroit/Ann Arbor area [including us] knew who they were)—is an awfully good cover, from what might seem an unlikely source, of one of their “greatest hits.”
Jeff Buckley, “Kick Out The Jams,” live, Chicago, 1995
And here, courtesy, apparently, of the Department of Defense, is (silent) footage of the scene in Lincoln Park on August 25, 1968—the day the MC5 (who appear here fleetingly) played.
(Originally posted 9/7/09.)
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on the road
Last night, in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where I’ve been since Sunday, I heard a concert, on the Harvard campus, of contemporary music featuring two different groups (Oberlin Contemporary Music Ensemble and Ensemble SurPlus) and works by six different composers, including Morton Feldman and John Luther Adams (who was present). Virtually every time I hear live music—last night was no exception—I leave thinking that I really need to do this more often. I love recordings, but live music breathes.
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Tonight, in Boston, I’ll be in the front row for this production of Merchant of Venice. Tomorrow I’m seeing a series of short works by Samuel Beckett, directed by the legendary Peter Brook. So that’s three straight days of live music. (What’s theater, after all, if not musical speech?)
The Hives, “Hate To Say I Told You So,” live, France (Belfort), 6/30/07
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Many of my most vivid musical experiences were the product of serendipity. A few years ago, I spent a long weekend in Oxford, Mississippi, where, as it turned out, these guys had just finished recording an album. Saturday night, as a farewell, they played a little club off the Square. Floor-rumbling, bone-rattling loud they were—and a whole lotta fun.
If making mindless music is so easy, how come so few do it well?
Ramones, live, London, 1977
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reading table
Life on Earth is quite a bargain.
Dreams, for one, don’t charge admission.
Illusions are costly only when they’re lost.
The body has its own installment plan.
The other night, near the end of his big show at Madison Square Garden,
after bringing his opening act back onstage, the little guy played this.
Prince & Cee Lo (Cee-Lo?) Green, “Crazy,” New York, 2/7/11
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Like a lot of great music, this song first reached my ears (shortly after its release) through my younger son Luke, who, one day as I’m driving him across town to a friend’s house, says he has something to play me and slides this into the CD player, cranking the volume way up.
You weren’t there Saturday (neither was I); but, hey, we’re here now.
North Mississippi Allstars (Luther [guitar] & Cody [drums] Dickinson [sons of the wonderful Jim Dickinson]), “Let It Roll,” “Ain’t No Grave,” live, Atlanta (Criminal Records), 2/5/11
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Keys to the Kingdom (new album)
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Country Fair
If you didn’t see the six-legged dog,
It doesn’t matter.
We did, and he mostly lay in the corner.
As for the extra legs,
One got used to them quickly
And thought of other things.
Like, what a cold, dark night
To be out at the fair.
Then the keeper threw a stick
And the dog went after it
On four legs, the other two flapping behind,
Which made one girl shriek with laughter.
She was drunk and so was the man
Who kept kissing her neck.
The dog got the stick and looked back at us.
And that was the whole show.