Music is a popularity contest.
That's right, you can't bitch about your Spotify payments if no one wants to listen to your music.
This is where we've arrived, the data-centric world. The old days of Tommy Noonan manipulating the "Billboard" chart are done. Now all we've got is raw statistics, which will leave most people out.
And they don't like it.
That's the number one bitch in the music business, that you can't make any money, that the internet destroyed the paradigm and now you're broke.
Well, just like Sam Kinison said not to send food to Africa, but suitcases, if you want to make money...MAKE MUSIC PEOPLE WANT TO LISTEN TO!
Sounds simple, I know.
But you don't want to do it. You want to make the music you want to make, and then bitch that people won't listen to it, that the label won't sign it and that radio won't play it, ignoring the fact that YouTube and Spotify are open worlds, and if there's any demand, it can be instantly filled.
Are you a member of a club that is marginalizing yourself? Are you so busy talking to your friends in the echo chamber that you don't realize you've got to convince those outside it to make money?
Being a hipster might make you cool, but it won't make you rich.
Of course, some hipster music breaks through. And that's great, we need the bleeding edge, that's what's wrong with too much of today's pop, the formula. But most hipster music is just not made for mainstream consumption, which is fine, but please stop complaining that no one wants it.
Imagine making a tech product no one wants. Do these people complain, no they PIVOT! An incredible percentage of tech companies started out making something different, and when no one wanted it, they took the essence and turned it into something else.
Which means if you know how to play, you don't only have to play the music you do.
And if you can't sing, you can get someone who can.
And you can learn how to write songs.
Just because the barrier to entry in music is so low that does not mean everyone is entitled to be successful.
As for Taylor Swift bitching about Spotify payments, not only is she already rich, she gave the biggest injection of publicity to the Swedish streaming music service ever. Now everybody knows what Spotify is. Thanks Taylor!
And if you're successful on Spotify you're gonna get rich. Don't conflate low Pandora payments with Spotify royalties, they're a different animal, although songwriter payments need to be improved (thank the government for screwing that up.)
There's tons of money in music. You've just got to make stuff people want!
And if you're decrying everything successful as pabulum, the joke is on you.
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Saturday 27 December 2014
Friday 26 December 2014
Dark Sky
"Dark star, I see you in the morning
Dark star, a' sleeping next to me"
No, not "Dark Star," DARK SKY!
I love this guy Slava Rubin, he's the Founder and CEO of Indiegogo. You know how some people rub you the wrong way at first and then you become best friends? That's Slava.
We were at the Summit Series, in Utah, at the top of Powder Mountain, debating crowdfunding, the music business and the world in general. It started out as a heated debate, and then Slava and I entertained questions for hours and when all was said and done there were smiles all around.
And the very next morning we were in the van to the lake, pondering when it was going to stop raining, and Slava said...DON'T YOU HAVE DARK SKY?
I hate to feel inadequate, especially in front of techies, I like to know what's going on, and then Slava pulled up the app which said it was going to stop raining in two minutes...and THEN IT DID!
Like magic. I had to have it.
I know, I know, no one likes to pay for apps, including myself.
I know, I know, it's a failed business model.
But I will tell you, for my $3.99 I've gotten endless entertainment. It's a parlor trick. I was at Amy and Leo's in Pacific Palisades and it was clear and I pulled up Dark Sky and it said it was going to start raining in 25 minutes, and it did, even though every weather forecast said it would not!
There's no human element in Dark Sky. It triangulates radar and algorithms to come up with an up to the minute forecast for exactly where you are, or want to be, you can plug in alternative locations.
Like right now it says it's 13 degrees and falling, and it feels like 2 degrees.
For the next hour there's no precipitation.
The nearest precipitation is 45 miles to the northeast.
Meanwhile, there's a Winter Storm Warning for Eagle County, that's where I am, where it's been blowing and snowing all day long, it was a veritable winter wonderland, there's nothing I like more than being out in the elements, riding the chairlift, banging the bumps in the quietude of a snowstorm.
Dark Sky says there's a 56% chance of snow until 8 PM.
Tomorrow, the high will be 10, the low -7, BRRR! It always gets cold after a storm.
Sunday, there's a 72% chance of snow. Dark Sky is predicting 2-4 inches in the morning and afternoon.
Is Dark Sky always right?
No.
But I will say yesterday it was pukin' snow and I pulled up Dark Sky and it said it was gonna stop in 25 minutes. No one believed it, including me, I mean it was coming down as heavy as it does in Vail.
And then, right on time, it STOPPED!
Whew!
Slide backward from the homepage and you get the radar.
Click on the temp and you get the wind speed and direction, humidity, pressure and visibility.
It's absolutely incredible. And since I've been in Colorado, more accurate than the National Weather Service, more accurate than all of the weather prognosticators, and let me tell you, here in snow country, people take the weather VERY seriously.
So I know you're not gonna buy it. Because you don't want to spend $3.99.
And you weather acolytes are gonna tell me you've got an app as good.
But then I'm gonna whip out Dark Sky and convert you.
I promise.
Thanks Slava!
http://darkskyapp.com
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Dark star, a' sleeping next to me"
No, not "Dark Star," DARK SKY!
I love this guy Slava Rubin, he's the Founder and CEO of Indiegogo. You know how some people rub you the wrong way at first and then you become best friends? That's Slava.
We were at the Summit Series, in Utah, at the top of Powder Mountain, debating crowdfunding, the music business and the world in general. It started out as a heated debate, and then Slava and I entertained questions for hours and when all was said and done there were smiles all around.
And the very next morning we were in the van to the lake, pondering when it was going to stop raining, and Slava said...DON'T YOU HAVE DARK SKY?
I hate to feel inadequate, especially in front of techies, I like to know what's going on, and then Slava pulled up the app which said it was going to stop raining in two minutes...and THEN IT DID!
Like magic. I had to have it.
I know, I know, no one likes to pay for apps, including myself.
I know, I know, it's a failed business model.
But I will tell you, for my $3.99 I've gotten endless entertainment. It's a parlor trick. I was at Amy and Leo's in Pacific Palisades and it was clear and I pulled up Dark Sky and it said it was going to start raining in 25 minutes, and it did, even though every weather forecast said it would not!
There's no human element in Dark Sky. It triangulates radar and algorithms to come up with an up to the minute forecast for exactly where you are, or want to be, you can plug in alternative locations.
Like right now it says it's 13 degrees and falling, and it feels like 2 degrees.
For the next hour there's no precipitation.
The nearest precipitation is 45 miles to the northeast.
Meanwhile, there's a Winter Storm Warning for Eagle County, that's where I am, where it's been blowing and snowing all day long, it was a veritable winter wonderland, there's nothing I like more than being out in the elements, riding the chairlift, banging the bumps in the quietude of a snowstorm.
Dark Sky says there's a 56% chance of snow until 8 PM.
Tomorrow, the high will be 10, the low -7, BRRR! It always gets cold after a storm.
Sunday, there's a 72% chance of snow. Dark Sky is predicting 2-4 inches in the morning and afternoon.
Is Dark Sky always right?
No.
But I will say yesterday it was pukin' snow and I pulled up Dark Sky and it said it was gonna stop in 25 minutes. No one believed it, including me, I mean it was coming down as heavy as it does in Vail.
And then, right on time, it STOPPED!
Whew!
Slide backward from the homepage and you get the radar.
Click on the temp and you get the wind speed and direction, humidity, pressure and visibility.
It's absolutely incredible. And since I've been in Colorado, more accurate than the National Weather Service, more accurate than all of the weather prognosticators, and let me tell you, here in snow country, people take the weather VERY seriously.
So I know you're not gonna buy it. Because you don't want to spend $3.99.
And you weather acolytes are gonna tell me you've got an app as good.
But then I'm gonna whip out Dark Sky and convert you.
I promise.
Thanks Slava!
http://darkskyapp.com
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Song Of The Year
"She was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate"
That's right, the boys and their trucks. But wouldn't you want a guy? If you had a desire to hug and kiss and more? Is there anything wrong with being red-blooded and desirous?
OF COURSE NOT!
"I was lookin' for her boyfriend
Thinkin', no way she ain't got one"
Insecurity, it's in the DNA of men. That's right, all you women worrying about being picked, feeling at the mercy of the opposite sex, the truth is guys are riddled with self-doubt, don't mistake the bluster for confidence, it's just a way they screw up their courage to interact with you WHATSOEVER!
"Soon as I sat down I was fallin' in love"
Guys don't fall in love gradually, that's women. You know, the people who testify in the Sunday "New York Times" Style section that they were friends first. Guys are never friends first, no matter what they tell you, the truth is they fall in love right at the very first, and then they wait for the signal...
"Talkin' over the speakers in the back of that truck
She jumped up and cut me off"
There's a canard that men want you to be demure, look good and keep quiet. Nothing could be further from the truth. Men are clueless without women. We might be able to make some money, but we don't know how to create a social schedule, we need to be led, we need your help. And what attracts us, after looks, is someone who is alive, who is so excited by life that she can't help but jump up and take action, who's a live wire waiting to react.
"She was like, oh my God, this is my song
I've been listenin' to the radio all night long
Sittin' 'round waitin' for it to come on and here it is"
And here we come to the heart of the matter, the exuberance, the excitement, the way the unexpected heart's desire can send us over the moon (and there's a cliche for you!)
If you're over the age of thirty you know exactly what Luke Bryan is singing about, pushing the buttons on the radio and hearing the one song you've been waiting for all day. That's why kids cannot understand the power of radio, because they don't remember when it was the only thing, the only way to hear it, when music was not free, when everything ever recorded was not at your fingertips.
"She was like, come here boy, I wanna dance"
Most guys don't. Dance, that is. But if you ask us, we will, especially if it's the beginning of a relationship.
"And she gave me a kiss
And she said, play it again, play it again, play it again
And I said, play it again, play it again, play it again"
We just want to do it over again. Everything. With you. Start with a kiss, graduate to sex, we're completely enthralled. Women lead, never forget that. And when they do, we doofuses cannot help but be thrilled and play along.
I could try and be cool, tell you my favorite track of the year is something obscure that you've never heard of, recorded by someone in Iceland to an Afro-beat by someone who never shows their eyes and dresses totally in black. But that would be a futile effort by me to look cool.
And I'm not cool. A few people are, the rest of us are not. We commit faux pas. We stay stupid stuff. We lie in bed at night replaying the day, wishing we could pray away mistakes. We stumble through the world alone, and then we uncover a record that gets us through.
"Play It Again" serves that purpose for me.
I wish I could tell you I have all the answers. Oh, I'm looking, constantly. But unlike many, I'm willing to separate the wheat from the chaff, I know that in this Internet era usability is everything, that it doesn't matter what hits you intellectually, but emotionally. Windows Phone ain't bad, but not good enough to buy. Ditto on Fire Phone. There's plenty of good out there, but I'm only interested in great.
And Luke Bryan's "Play It Again" is great.
I heard about his album "Crash My Party" from a friend. An agent in Nashville who issued a caveat, how Luke was decried but "Drink A Beer" delivered.
And it did. Deliver, that is. And yes, we always hate the people at the top. Everyone from Obama to Taylor Swift to Luke Bryan. But unlike so many, Luke Bryan is not beating us over the head, telling us to pay attention, issuing statements how great he is. His music is speaking for itself. The public is embracing it.
And what's so wrong with the public taking you into your arms?
I feel sorry for those so outside they cannot embrace the mainstream, whose identities depend upon being different. Once upon a time, when society was cohesive, when art was limited, those people had a place in the firmament. But the truth is we now live in a Tower of Babel society and it's the mainstream moments that keep us together, that connect us, whether they be sports, news or...hit music. We gravitate towards these shared moments. If you refuse to, the joke is on you. With so much info, you're not only ignored, it's like you don't even exist.
So I went to Stagecoach where the Americana man of the moment played to fewer than a hundred people.
But when Luke Bryan took the stage there were 70,000, a sea of people as far as you could see, with their heads in the air, singing along with every song.
"Play it again, play it again, play it again."
That's why we go to the show. To hear the songs we know by heart one more time. We can't believe it's really happening, it's like heads exploding in that SNL skit about Oprah giving away cars. No one else matters in these moments, you bond with the heavens, where your eyes are looking, because this is as good as it gets.
Then I got deeper. I memorized Luke Bryan's Spring Break EP. I learned what a Yeti was. I tried to play other music, but I couldn't stop digging deeper. Luke wasn't brand new, there were old albums I could explore.
"I'd 'a gave that DJ my last dime
If he would have played it just one more time"
We'll do anything to make you happy. Anything.
"I was scannin' like a fool, AM, FM, XM too"
This roots the song, I scan XM ALL DAY LONG!
"But I stopped real quick when I heard that groove
Man, you should have seen her light up"
That's our goal. To get you to light up.
Tom Petty may have called country music "rock music of the 70's" but the truth is despite a scorched earth publicity campaign Petty's last LP was essentially a nonstarter, it had no cultural impact, except for a few hard core fans no one listened to it, it had almost no radio action, few played it again and again and again.
But Luke Bryan's "Crash My Party"... IT WAS A CULTURAL INSTITUTION!
Check not only the sales figures, but the Mediabase chart. Luke Bryan is all over the airwaves. He's big, he's successful.
And I'm proud to say I'm a fan.
You can like "Homeland," "True Detective," all the TV shows everyone else does. But when it comes to music why do you have to trumpet the obscure? Does it really keep you warm at night? Do you run into a desired love who melts when they hear the same arcane song?
Probably not. That's like finding a needle in a haystack.
And there's another cliche. And the reason they're cliches is they're true.
And the truth is country music is the most dominant format in America. Because it focuses on the basics. First and foremost the song. Then the singer. And then the humanity. We can relate.
We need more of this in the rest of music.
In the meantime, I'm gonna play it again.
And again.
And again.
Spotify link: http://spoti.fi/1JTU5TY
YouTube link: http://bit.ly/1h5yOtu
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That's right, the boys and their trucks. But wouldn't you want a guy? If you had a desire to hug and kiss and more? Is there anything wrong with being red-blooded and desirous?
OF COURSE NOT!
"I was lookin' for her boyfriend
Thinkin', no way she ain't got one"
Insecurity, it's in the DNA of men. That's right, all you women worrying about being picked, feeling at the mercy of the opposite sex, the truth is guys are riddled with self-doubt, don't mistake the bluster for confidence, it's just a way they screw up their courage to interact with you WHATSOEVER!
"Soon as I sat down I was fallin' in love"
Guys don't fall in love gradually, that's women. You know, the people who testify in the Sunday "New York Times" Style section that they were friends first. Guys are never friends first, no matter what they tell you, the truth is they fall in love right at the very first, and then they wait for the signal...
"Talkin' over the speakers in the back of that truck
She jumped up and cut me off"
There's a canard that men want you to be demure, look good and keep quiet. Nothing could be further from the truth. Men are clueless without women. We might be able to make some money, but we don't know how to create a social schedule, we need to be led, we need your help. And what attracts us, after looks, is someone who is alive, who is so excited by life that she can't help but jump up and take action, who's a live wire waiting to react.
"She was like, oh my God, this is my song
I've been listenin' to the radio all night long
Sittin' 'round waitin' for it to come on and here it is"
And here we come to the heart of the matter, the exuberance, the excitement, the way the unexpected heart's desire can send us over the moon (and there's a cliche for you!)
If you're over the age of thirty you know exactly what Luke Bryan is singing about, pushing the buttons on the radio and hearing the one song you've been waiting for all day. That's why kids cannot understand the power of radio, because they don't remember when it was the only thing, the only way to hear it, when music was not free, when everything ever recorded was not at your fingertips.
"She was like, come here boy, I wanna dance"
Most guys don't. Dance, that is. But if you ask us, we will, especially if it's the beginning of a relationship.
"And she gave me a kiss
And she said, play it again, play it again, play it again
And I said, play it again, play it again, play it again"
We just want to do it over again. Everything. With you. Start with a kiss, graduate to sex, we're completely enthralled. Women lead, never forget that. And when they do, we doofuses cannot help but be thrilled and play along.
I could try and be cool, tell you my favorite track of the year is something obscure that you've never heard of, recorded by someone in Iceland to an Afro-beat by someone who never shows their eyes and dresses totally in black. But that would be a futile effort by me to look cool.
And I'm not cool. A few people are, the rest of us are not. We commit faux pas. We stay stupid stuff. We lie in bed at night replaying the day, wishing we could pray away mistakes. We stumble through the world alone, and then we uncover a record that gets us through.
"Play It Again" serves that purpose for me.
I wish I could tell you I have all the answers. Oh, I'm looking, constantly. But unlike many, I'm willing to separate the wheat from the chaff, I know that in this Internet era usability is everything, that it doesn't matter what hits you intellectually, but emotionally. Windows Phone ain't bad, but not good enough to buy. Ditto on Fire Phone. There's plenty of good out there, but I'm only interested in great.
And Luke Bryan's "Play It Again" is great.
I heard about his album "Crash My Party" from a friend. An agent in Nashville who issued a caveat, how Luke was decried but "Drink A Beer" delivered.
And it did. Deliver, that is. And yes, we always hate the people at the top. Everyone from Obama to Taylor Swift to Luke Bryan. But unlike so many, Luke Bryan is not beating us over the head, telling us to pay attention, issuing statements how great he is. His music is speaking for itself. The public is embracing it.
And what's so wrong with the public taking you into your arms?
I feel sorry for those so outside they cannot embrace the mainstream, whose identities depend upon being different. Once upon a time, when society was cohesive, when art was limited, those people had a place in the firmament. But the truth is we now live in a Tower of Babel society and it's the mainstream moments that keep us together, that connect us, whether they be sports, news or...hit music. We gravitate towards these shared moments. If you refuse to, the joke is on you. With so much info, you're not only ignored, it's like you don't even exist.
So I went to Stagecoach where the Americana man of the moment played to fewer than a hundred people.
But when Luke Bryan took the stage there were 70,000, a sea of people as far as you could see, with their heads in the air, singing along with every song.
"Play it again, play it again, play it again."
That's why we go to the show. To hear the songs we know by heart one more time. We can't believe it's really happening, it's like heads exploding in that SNL skit about Oprah giving away cars. No one else matters in these moments, you bond with the heavens, where your eyes are looking, because this is as good as it gets.
Then I got deeper. I memorized Luke Bryan's Spring Break EP. I learned what a Yeti was. I tried to play other music, but I couldn't stop digging deeper. Luke wasn't brand new, there were old albums I could explore.
"I'd 'a gave that DJ my last dime
If he would have played it just one more time"
We'll do anything to make you happy. Anything.
"I was scannin' like a fool, AM, FM, XM too"
This roots the song, I scan XM ALL DAY LONG!
"But I stopped real quick when I heard that groove
Man, you should have seen her light up"
That's our goal. To get you to light up.
Tom Petty may have called country music "rock music of the 70's" but the truth is despite a scorched earth publicity campaign Petty's last LP was essentially a nonstarter, it had no cultural impact, except for a few hard core fans no one listened to it, it had almost no radio action, few played it again and again and again.
But Luke Bryan's "Crash My Party"... IT WAS A CULTURAL INSTITUTION!
Check not only the sales figures, but the Mediabase chart. Luke Bryan is all over the airwaves. He's big, he's successful.
And I'm proud to say I'm a fan.
You can like "Homeland," "True Detective," all the TV shows everyone else does. But when it comes to music why do you have to trumpet the obscure? Does it really keep you warm at night? Do you run into a desired love who melts when they hear the same arcane song?
Probably not. That's like finding a needle in a haystack.
And there's another cliche. And the reason they're cliches is they're true.
And the truth is country music is the most dominant format in America. Because it focuses on the basics. First and foremost the song. Then the singer. And then the humanity. We can relate.
We need more of this in the rest of music.
In the meantime, I'm gonna play it again.
And again.
And again.
Spotify link: http://spoti.fi/1JTU5TY
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Tuesday 23 December 2014
The Big C
"I don't know what happens when people die
Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try"
"For A Dancer"
Jackson Browne
My friend just died. You can Google him, search for him on Facebook, you won't find much. Although he was addicted to Foursquare for a time. He loved being the mayor.
I met Andy Oliver at the Vail Mountain Club. New members, we knew nobody and he seemed to be the center of attention, everybody came up to talk to him, I told Felice to say hi.
And thus began a beautiful friendship. One of my closest. That didn't quite last five years.
Andy was the only person I've ever met who was as into skiing as I was. He knew all the hills, the lifts, the vertical drops. He'd been everywhere from Whistler to Val d'Isere, but now he was in Vail, because he could no longer work.
It wasn't long before you knew something was off. You see Andy had a very soft voice. And when riding the lift the day after we met, I can tell you exactly which one it was, #26, the Pride Express, I asked Andy what was up. I mean he could barely talk and I could barely hear.
You can do that when you've been afflicted too. That was my ace in the hole. My own experience with the Big C. It's kind of like being Jewish, you can tell anti-Semitic jokes when you're a Jew, but if not...
Andy was Jewish too. Maybe that was part of our bond, the shared values. There was a streak of Jewish skiers in the sixties, back when assimilation was everything and skiing was an everyman's sport, before it became about the haves and the haves only.
Andy told me he had salivary gland cancer. That it was a result of radiation for lymphoma two decades before. That it had been hard to diagnose, he'd gone to multiple doctors and spent time uncovering the cause of something that wasn't quite right.
There was treatment.
And then there was the day Andy removed his feeding tube to ski the powder.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Andy grew up in Baltimore. At least that's what I recall.
But then he went to Boston University. My sister and mother went to BU.
Then he went into real estate.
Then he got sick.
Then he got another job.
Then that job ended and Andy skied and traveled.
He took a train trip to Russia. He'd e-mail me from Asia. Sounds fantastic, I know, but Andy knew that time was running out.
Then it became harder to eat. It could take Andy an hour to finish a sandwich. People lost patience with him. But Andy was always up for making some turns. He was always optimistic, then again he bitched that people were beating the EpicMix system. He was high on the leaderboard, since he skied every day. But there were some with so many vertical feet that Andy couldn't believe it was real. Andy had a strong sense of fairness.
But life was not fair to Andy.
Andy's wife Nancy would talk about Andy not being around, not living forever. I didn't believe it.
But then Andy got worse.
It happened two years ago. I got to Vail and went to the VMC, the Vail Mountain Club, where everyone knew Andy, where Andy held court...and he was not there.
I called, I texted, and there was no response.
Days later he sent a message that he had pneumonia. He'd been in the hospital. He was recovering at home. But I knew the truth, he was too depressed to connect, I've been there.
But after going back to NYC and returning to Vail Andy was back on the slopes. However, he was using a feeding tube. Ensure was his friend. But I'd get off the lift and see him there in his puffy Uniqlo jacket, ready to hit it.
But then Andy faded further. His voice got worse.
Oh, there's much more. Much, much more. The stuff those who've been dragged through the travails of the Big C are utterly familiar with, but don't broadcast. For all the advancements too often cancer is a slow sink to the bottom. With endless doctor visits. Trials. Hope that is too often extinguished.
There was radiation for spots on his back. The first time the doctor told Andy he couldn't ski. But Andy found a doctor in Vail who said it was okay. And if you can't do what you live for, why go on living?
But then the spots returned. Andy would go underground when things were bad. That's how I knew they were bad, I'd e-mail him ski stories and get no response. Andy lived for ski stories.
And I'd see Andy in New York. And we'd get together during the summer.
And when the double vision came and went it seemed Andy had nine lives. If only he was that lucky.
There comes a point when you know the screw has turned, that you've passed the point of no return. That was last March, when Andy was complaining of pain on the chairlift. He wasn't even trying to speak.
That's what they don't tell you about cancer, the pain.
And then Andy disappeared. Except for the wedding invitation. His only daughter was getting married in August, would I come?
Of course I would.
By this time Andy was wearing glasses with one lens fogged, the double vision had returned. His voice was so low and indecipherable that he typed his words on his iPhone. Andy was happy that night. But when I put my arm around him, all I felt was bones.
You can't will someone to health. The latest studies show positive thinking to be a myth. You just pray for a miracle. That's what Andy told me a couple of weeks back, he was praying for a miracle
But at least he was responding, I thought Andy was on the upswing.
But when I texted him on Sunday about coming to the VMC for wine and cheese, Andy never missed wine and cheese, he said no.
I then asked if he could ski.
And he said...
I don't want to pull up the text. But the essence was the double vision remained, he couldn't turn his head, and if someone ran into him on the slopes it would be very bad, he didn't think he could ski.
Nor did I think he could. But he'd come to Vail. Andy was so sick, but sometimes people hang on for years.
But not Andy.
Andy Oliver died last night. Not even sixty. Unlucky in life.
And this might all be meaningless to you. But the time will come when you're touched by the Big C, when Mr. D. comes dancing into your neighborhood. Suddenly life will get very narrow, very constrained, what was important just moments before will lose all meaning. You'll be left with the question WHY? You'll be soldiering on in a fog, like a zombie, not one on TV, but one who is truly marching in one's own universe.
It's the nature of life, it ends.
We just don't know when.
Get old enough and health dominates conversation. Some become hypochondriacs, still others are deniers, believing if they just don't go to the doctor they'll survive forever. There's a trail of dead who adhered to this philosophy. You might feel fine, but be completely unaware that plaque is building and you're about to stroke out. Happens every day. Doesn't have to, if you go to the doctor, but you don't want to.
But that wasn't Andy. Andy went.
But he didn't make it.
No one does.
But what is important is what you do while you are here. Andy provided for his family, his wife Nancy and daughter Danielle. And Andy skied.
You've got to live to do something. Time passes slowly and then it accelerates so fast, you want more, but you see time running out of the hourglass and then you're done.
You can't play it safe.
But you can't test all the limits either.
You can just reach out and grab it. You can live for moments. You can be thrilled by exhilaration.
That's why we're skiers. Because of the thrill. Of sliding down the slope. Of being amongst the mountains.
But there comes a time when we can't even do that. You think you're gonna live forever, but you don't. And you are not healthy until the day you die. My mother still regrets she can no longer play golf, she's using a walker.
But my mother is still here.
Andy is not.
Andy is now pain-free. He's been released. His pain has been transferred to Nancy and Danielle and me and the rest of those who loved him.
You've got an Andy in your life. Whether you know it or not. The Big C lurks everywhere.
So smile. And laugh. And gaze at the landscape and treasure this great world of ours.
Because you're not gonna be able to forever.
Trust me.
Unfortunately.
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Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try"
"For A Dancer"
Jackson Browne
My friend just died. You can Google him, search for him on Facebook, you won't find much. Although he was addicted to Foursquare for a time. He loved being the mayor.
I met Andy Oliver at the Vail Mountain Club. New members, we knew nobody and he seemed to be the center of attention, everybody came up to talk to him, I told Felice to say hi.
And thus began a beautiful friendship. One of my closest. That didn't quite last five years.
Andy was the only person I've ever met who was as into skiing as I was. He knew all the hills, the lifts, the vertical drops. He'd been everywhere from Whistler to Val d'Isere, but now he was in Vail, because he could no longer work.
It wasn't long before you knew something was off. You see Andy had a very soft voice. And when riding the lift the day after we met, I can tell you exactly which one it was, #26, the Pride Express, I asked Andy what was up. I mean he could barely talk and I could barely hear.
You can do that when you've been afflicted too. That was my ace in the hole. My own experience with the Big C. It's kind of like being Jewish, you can tell anti-Semitic jokes when you're a Jew, but if not...
Andy was Jewish too. Maybe that was part of our bond, the shared values. There was a streak of Jewish skiers in the sixties, back when assimilation was everything and skiing was an everyman's sport, before it became about the haves and the haves only.
Andy told me he had salivary gland cancer. That it was a result of radiation for lymphoma two decades before. That it had been hard to diagnose, he'd gone to multiple doctors and spent time uncovering the cause of something that wasn't quite right.
There was treatment.
And then there was the day Andy removed his feeding tube to ski the powder.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Andy grew up in Baltimore. At least that's what I recall.
But then he went to Boston University. My sister and mother went to BU.
Then he went into real estate.
Then he got sick.
Then he got another job.
Then that job ended and Andy skied and traveled.
He took a train trip to Russia. He'd e-mail me from Asia. Sounds fantastic, I know, but Andy knew that time was running out.
Then it became harder to eat. It could take Andy an hour to finish a sandwich. People lost patience with him. But Andy was always up for making some turns. He was always optimistic, then again he bitched that people were beating the EpicMix system. He was high on the leaderboard, since he skied every day. But there were some with so many vertical feet that Andy couldn't believe it was real. Andy had a strong sense of fairness.
But life was not fair to Andy.
Andy's wife Nancy would talk about Andy not being around, not living forever. I didn't believe it.
But then Andy got worse.
It happened two years ago. I got to Vail and went to the VMC, the Vail Mountain Club, where everyone knew Andy, where Andy held court...and he was not there.
I called, I texted, and there was no response.
Days later he sent a message that he had pneumonia. He'd been in the hospital. He was recovering at home. But I knew the truth, he was too depressed to connect, I've been there.
But after going back to NYC and returning to Vail Andy was back on the slopes. However, he was using a feeding tube. Ensure was his friend. But I'd get off the lift and see him there in his puffy Uniqlo jacket, ready to hit it.
But then Andy faded further. His voice got worse.
Oh, there's much more. Much, much more. The stuff those who've been dragged through the travails of the Big C are utterly familiar with, but don't broadcast. For all the advancements too often cancer is a slow sink to the bottom. With endless doctor visits. Trials. Hope that is too often extinguished.
There was radiation for spots on his back. The first time the doctor told Andy he couldn't ski. But Andy found a doctor in Vail who said it was okay. And if you can't do what you live for, why go on living?
But then the spots returned. Andy would go underground when things were bad. That's how I knew they were bad, I'd e-mail him ski stories and get no response. Andy lived for ski stories.
And I'd see Andy in New York. And we'd get together during the summer.
And when the double vision came and went it seemed Andy had nine lives. If only he was that lucky.
There comes a point when you know the screw has turned, that you've passed the point of no return. That was last March, when Andy was complaining of pain on the chairlift. He wasn't even trying to speak.
That's what they don't tell you about cancer, the pain.
And then Andy disappeared. Except for the wedding invitation. His only daughter was getting married in August, would I come?
Of course I would.
By this time Andy was wearing glasses with one lens fogged, the double vision had returned. His voice was so low and indecipherable that he typed his words on his iPhone. Andy was happy that night. But when I put my arm around him, all I felt was bones.
You can't will someone to health. The latest studies show positive thinking to be a myth. You just pray for a miracle. That's what Andy told me a couple of weeks back, he was praying for a miracle
But at least he was responding, I thought Andy was on the upswing.
But when I texted him on Sunday about coming to the VMC for wine and cheese, Andy never missed wine and cheese, he said no.
I then asked if he could ski.
And he said...
I don't want to pull up the text. But the essence was the double vision remained, he couldn't turn his head, and if someone ran into him on the slopes it would be very bad, he didn't think he could ski.
Nor did I think he could. But he'd come to Vail. Andy was so sick, but sometimes people hang on for years.
But not Andy.
Andy Oliver died last night. Not even sixty. Unlucky in life.
And this might all be meaningless to you. But the time will come when you're touched by the Big C, when Mr. D. comes dancing into your neighborhood. Suddenly life will get very narrow, very constrained, what was important just moments before will lose all meaning. You'll be left with the question WHY? You'll be soldiering on in a fog, like a zombie, not one on TV, but one who is truly marching in one's own universe.
It's the nature of life, it ends.
We just don't know when.
Get old enough and health dominates conversation. Some become hypochondriacs, still others are deniers, believing if they just don't go to the doctor they'll survive forever. There's a trail of dead who adhered to this philosophy. You might feel fine, but be completely unaware that plaque is building and you're about to stroke out. Happens every day. Doesn't have to, if you go to the doctor, but you don't want to.
But that wasn't Andy. Andy went.
But he didn't make it.
No one does.
But what is important is what you do while you are here. Andy provided for his family, his wife Nancy and daughter Danielle. And Andy skied.
You've got to live to do something. Time passes slowly and then it accelerates so fast, you want more, but you see time running out of the hourglass and then you're done.
You can't play it safe.
But you can't test all the limits either.
You can just reach out and grab it. You can live for moments. You can be thrilled by exhilaration.
That's why we're skiers. Because of the thrill. Of sliding down the slope. Of being amongst the mountains.
But there comes a time when we can't even do that. You think you're gonna live forever, but you don't. And you are not healthy until the day you die. My mother still regrets she can no longer play golf, she's using a walker.
But my mother is still here.
Andy is not.
Andy is now pain-free. He's been released. His pain has been transferred to Nancy and Danielle and me and the rest of those who loved him.
You've got an Andy in your life. Whether you know it or not. The Big C lurks everywhere.
So smile. And laugh. And gaze at the landscape and treasure this great world of ours.
Because you're not gonna be able to forever.
Trust me.
Unfortunately.
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Buggin' Me
FALSE MODESTY
"I'm such an idiot."
"I'm so stupid."
"I'm so ugly."
When I hear guys say these things, and it is usually guys, my eyes roll. This self-righteous blather does one of two things, it either takes the person out of the equation, eliminates risk, so you won't judge them, or it demonstrates their superiority.
Let's dig deeper. There are the wannabes, the insecure, who are too lame to compete. Rather than take the assets they possess and play, they want an advantage, they want to get a pass because if they played for real and lost they'd go home crying.
And then there are those who believe their poop doesn't stink. They think that by telling us how inadequate they are it removes them from judgment, it makes them just like us, even though they're gorgeous, rich and accomplished.
I mean come on, just own it.
But everybody in America is afraid to own it except for the rappers. That's right, if you're playing to the faceless masses you can boast, but if you're one on one you have to be self-denigrating.
How did we get to this point? To where you have to put yourself down to fit in?
That's what I hate about the corporation, all the gamesmanship. All the falsehoods.
So do me a favor, give it your all, own your strengths and do your best to make do with your deficiencies.
As Bob Dylan so eloquently put it, "each of us has his own special gift." When you keep putting yourself down I want to run from you, I don't want to take you seriously, you're not dealing in the real world.
And it's not only men.
It's the women who talk about their "fat ass" who look like they haven't had a meal in a week. Or those who worship their figure who say they're full after a french fry. Just say you're on a diet because if you weren't a skinny-minnie you'd have no worth, even though this is untrue.
And the truth is most winners don't undercut their assets. They own who they are. They play with all they've got.
Life is hard enough as it is, why do you have to play this phony game?
TOP TEN LISTS
Let's call them what they are, not the ten best records or books, but the ones that are gonna make you look good by quoting them.
Earlier today I was reading the Top Ten records from the L.A. "Times" critics. In some cases, I'd never even heard of the albums.
Check 'em out here: http://lat.ms/1JQdyF4
Have you heard of "Ought" and "Cold Specks"? They're on Chris Barton's list.
How about Tinashe, White Lung and Arca? August Brown listed them.
I could keep listing the obscurities, but it's just going to give fodder to the experts, so deep in their holes that they think this off the radar stuff deserves to go mainstream and the problem is radio doesn't play it and Spotify doesn't pay for it and you wonder why most people tune out music.
You can't list Eric Church's "Outsiders," because too many people bought it, it's too popular. You can't be a member of society, you must be an "other."
This is an old paradigm run rampant.
Used to be there were comparatively few albums released and you made yourself feel good by denigrating the taste of the masses. That's right, you put on your black and judged anything popular as junk. But the internet blew a hole wide open in that paradigm. With so many albums released, that which is not successful is just obscure. And when you tell those who are not deep into your hole they're great and these people check them out and discover they're not, you do a disservice to music in general.
That's right, what's holding back music is all the self-righteous pricks who need to believe their obscure favorites are the best, that they're being ripped off by the system. It's these people who are muddying the water, making the scene incoherent.
Let's assume you're not a fourteen year old addicted to Top Forty radio... How do you penetrate the scene, how do you discover what to listen to?
You certainly can't trust these critics. Who go to the shows of favorites and crap upon them and then recommend stuff few are listening to and even fewer can comprehend. You just end up listening to the oldies and watching television.
And then there are the algorithms and the playlists and...
Recommending music is a skill. Talk to a program director. It's not about their taste, but whether the music will resonate with the listener.
Think about that when you recommend stuff.
ANTI-STREAMING RANTING
This is an old topic, but I experience it every day.
Please don't react with your emotions, but with intelligence, having digested the facts. Low payments from Pandora don't translate to unjust Spotify payments. They're calculated differently, they're two completely different services.
But you just want to pile on the future, you just want to bitch that someone moved your cheese, as if the reason you're broke is because Spotify exists. As for paying attention to the words of Taylor Swift, it's her right to put her music wherever she wants, but she's an uneducated wealthy person who's got little idea what's going on. If she weren't already a platinum artist, she'd be begging to be on Spotify. She's like a Democrat who gets rich and becomes a Republican.
But this is not about Taylor Swift, who has no power anyway. This is about you complaining that the public doesn't hew to your vision, that the public doesn't want to overpay to buy your album. Automakers keep improving their products, as do tech companies. Hell, where are Nokia and BlackBerry today? But somehow in music everything must remain the same.
We've got no leadership in the music business. It's run by old men inured to the old ways who don't want to break the game. That's right, eliminate radio and the major labels would be clueless as to how to proceed. Music is so old school even Will Ferrell doesn't want to participate in it. The reason the Top Forty dominates is because the rest is nearly incomprehensible, and too much mediocre stuff is promoted instead of the good.
BOB DYLAN'S SINATRA ALBUM
This is the future. The press release is the album. The music is irrelevant and goes unheard. No one wants to hear Dylan's Sinatra covers, no one. It's dead on arrival. Even worse than that Metallica/Lou Reed abomination.
This is how far we've come. Where albums by superstars go unheard. Because we've got so much at our fingertips and we've only got time for that which is great. And believe me, Dylan can barely sing, we need his covers of Sinatra standards like we need an album of pre-schoolers singing Led Zeppelin.
But the brain-dead media, the same one with the obscure Top Ten lists, prints this promotional drivel giving it the appearance of news when nothing could be further from the case.
We've got all the time in the world for great music.
But everybody in the music business is busy propping up dreck. It's like allowing Pop Warner players to be considered next to NFL stars.
I don't really care. The music business can drive itself off a cliff, that's fine with me, along with the self-righteous people who believe that the Bruno Mars/Mark Ronson funk number is anything but a retread of what once was. How come music has become so insular? Is it that the barrier to entry is insanely low and those who've dedicated their lives to it can only feel good about themselves by championing that which is not mainstream?
Give me mainstream any day of the week.
Remember, these are the same pricks who castigated the Carpenters and are now in love with them.
There's a reason Luke Bryan and Florida Georgia Line dominate the chart. Your bitch is that you had nothing to do with their success and your fandom is no different from that of the great unwashed.
Get over yourself.
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"I'm such an idiot."
"I'm so stupid."
"I'm so ugly."
When I hear guys say these things, and it is usually guys, my eyes roll. This self-righteous blather does one of two things, it either takes the person out of the equation, eliminates risk, so you won't judge them, or it demonstrates their superiority.
Let's dig deeper. There are the wannabes, the insecure, who are too lame to compete. Rather than take the assets they possess and play, they want an advantage, they want to get a pass because if they played for real and lost they'd go home crying.
And then there are those who believe their poop doesn't stink. They think that by telling us how inadequate they are it removes them from judgment, it makes them just like us, even though they're gorgeous, rich and accomplished.
I mean come on, just own it.
But everybody in America is afraid to own it except for the rappers. That's right, if you're playing to the faceless masses you can boast, but if you're one on one you have to be self-denigrating.
How did we get to this point? To where you have to put yourself down to fit in?
That's what I hate about the corporation, all the gamesmanship. All the falsehoods.
So do me a favor, give it your all, own your strengths and do your best to make do with your deficiencies.
As Bob Dylan so eloquently put it, "each of us has his own special gift." When you keep putting yourself down I want to run from you, I don't want to take you seriously, you're not dealing in the real world.
And it's not only men.
It's the women who talk about their "fat ass" who look like they haven't had a meal in a week. Or those who worship their figure who say they're full after a french fry. Just say you're on a diet because if you weren't a skinny-minnie you'd have no worth, even though this is untrue.
And the truth is most winners don't undercut their assets. They own who they are. They play with all they've got.
Life is hard enough as it is, why do you have to play this phony game?
TOP TEN LISTS
Let's call them what they are, not the ten best records or books, but the ones that are gonna make you look good by quoting them.
Earlier today I was reading the Top Ten records from the L.A. "Times" critics. In some cases, I'd never even heard of the albums.
Check 'em out here: http://lat.ms/1JQdyF4
Have you heard of "Ought" and "Cold Specks"? They're on Chris Barton's list.
How about Tinashe, White Lung and Arca? August Brown listed them.
I could keep listing the obscurities, but it's just going to give fodder to the experts, so deep in their holes that they think this off the radar stuff deserves to go mainstream and the problem is radio doesn't play it and Spotify doesn't pay for it and you wonder why most people tune out music.
You can't list Eric Church's "Outsiders," because too many people bought it, it's too popular. You can't be a member of society, you must be an "other."
This is an old paradigm run rampant.
Used to be there were comparatively few albums released and you made yourself feel good by denigrating the taste of the masses. That's right, you put on your black and judged anything popular as junk. But the internet blew a hole wide open in that paradigm. With so many albums released, that which is not successful is just obscure. And when you tell those who are not deep into your hole they're great and these people check them out and discover they're not, you do a disservice to music in general.
That's right, what's holding back music is all the self-righteous pricks who need to believe their obscure favorites are the best, that they're being ripped off by the system. It's these people who are muddying the water, making the scene incoherent.
Let's assume you're not a fourteen year old addicted to Top Forty radio... How do you penetrate the scene, how do you discover what to listen to?
You certainly can't trust these critics. Who go to the shows of favorites and crap upon them and then recommend stuff few are listening to and even fewer can comprehend. You just end up listening to the oldies and watching television.
And then there are the algorithms and the playlists and...
Recommending music is a skill. Talk to a program director. It's not about their taste, but whether the music will resonate with the listener.
Think about that when you recommend stuff.
ANTI-STREAMING RANTING
This is an old topic, but I experience it every day.
Please don't react with your emotions, but with intelligence, having digested the facts. Low payments from Pandora don't translate to unjust Spotify payments. They're calculated differently, they're two completely different services.
But you just want to pile on the future, you just want to bitch that someone moved your cheese, as if the reason you're broke is because Spotify exists. As for paying attention to the words of Taylor Swift, it's her right to put her music wherever she wants, but she's an uneducated wealthy person who's got little idea what's going on. If she weren't already a platinum artist, she'd be begging to be on Spotify. She's like a Democrat who gets rich and becomes a Republican.
But this is not about Taylor Swift, who has no power anyway. This is about you complaining that the public doesn't hew to your vision, that the public doesn't want to overpay to buy your album. Automakers keep improving their products, as do tech companies. Hell, where are Nokia and BlackBerry today? But somehow in music everything must remain the same.
We've got no leadership in the music business. It's run by old men inured to the old ways who don't want to break the game. That's right, eliminate radio and the major labels would be clueless as to how to proceed. Music is so old school even Will Ferrell doesn't want to participate in it. The reason the Top Forty dominates is because the rest is nearly incomprehensible, and too much mediocre stuff is promoted instead of the good.
BOB DYLAN'S SINATRA ALBUM
This is the future. The press release is the album. The music is irrelevant and goes unheard. No one wants to hear Dylan's Sinatra covers, no one. It's dead on arrival. Even worse than that Metallica/Lou Reed abomination.
This is how far we've come. Where albums by superstars go unheard. Because we've got so much at our fingertips and we've only got time for that which is great. And believe me, Dylan can barely sing, we need his covers of Sinatra standards like we need an album of pre-schoolers singing Led Zeppelin.
But the brain-dead media, the same one with the obscure Top Ten lists, prints this promotional drivel giving it the appearance of news when nothing could be further from the case.
We've got all the time in the world for great music.
But everybody in the music business is busy propping up dreck. It's like allowing Pop Warner players to be considered next to NFL stars.
I don't really care. The music business can drive itself off a cliff, that's fine with me, along with the self-righteous people who believe that the Bruno Mars/Mark Ronson funk number is anything but a retread of what once was. How come music has become so insular? Is it that the barrier to entry is insanely low and those who've dedicated their lives to it can only feel good about themselves by championing that which is not mainstream?
Give me mainstream any day of the week.
Remember, these are the same pricks who castigated the Carpenters and are now in love with them.
There's a reason Luke Bryan and Florida Georgia Line dominate the chart. Your bitch is that you had nothing to do with their success and your fandom is no different from that of the great unwashed.
Get over yourself.
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Monday 22 December 2014
Joe Cocker
That couldn't possibly be his name.
In the late sixties America was inundated with British acts, a second wave that was not about hit singles, but albums, wiping away the detritus of the British Invasion and pushing the populace forward via the newly embraced radio format known as FM.
Previously littered with simulcasts and classical music, because of the higher quality bandwidth, suddenly FM was the home to free-format rock, where owners let hippies do what they wanted, the government decreeing that they could not broadcast the same signal on both AM and FM.
Suddenly, we heard Phil Ochs, "Outside Of A Small Circle Of Friends." And Cream. FM was a club which was accessible to all but only the hippest were members. Seemingly every week there was a new act deserving attention. Including, in 1969, the guy with the indelible cover of "With A Little Help From My Friends." Joe Cocker, wasn't that a sexual reference, wasn't the real name "Crocker," like the deejay's, took an untouchable classic and made it his own. His rendition even got a second life as the theme song to "The Wonder Years," but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Records were expensive. You didn't own them all, no one could. You were glued to the radio, to hear what you should. And it wasn't only the Beatles cover that entranced us, but the one by FM compatriots Traffic, that seemingly no one knew until Joe covered it.
I'm speaking, of course, of "Feelin' Alright."
"Seems I've got to have a change of scene"
We were looking for more. We were not satisfied with what we had. And it was the music that opened our horizons.
And Joe Cocker took Dave Mason's reflective number and turned it into a triumph of not only introspection, but exuberance, with the background vocals of Brenda Holloway, Patrice Holloway and Merry Clayton sealing the deal. Joe and his troupe found a groove that was not present in the original, he made the track his own, this was no karaoke star, Joe Cocker was going his own way.
And then we heard he was playing Woodstock.
You've got to know, we didn't think it would happen, it seemed a fantasy, how could all these acts appear on one stage? But just by being included, you knew Joe was cool, he possessed stature.
And the debut LP blazed the trail.
But really, it was all about the second album.
Where do we start?
How about the beginning, with "Dear Landlord."
"Whoa, dear landlord
Please hear these words that I speak"
Those words were written by Bob Dylan. "Dear Landlord" was on his comeback LP, "John Wesley Harding." Which at this time I did not own. I learned the words I recite so frequently from Joe Cocker:
"Now each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true
And if you don't underestimate me
I won't underestimate you"
Actually, Joe changed a few words, but the meaning was the same, from back when music could affect your life and change your soul, when it just wasn't about mindless dancing and money.
Then there was "She Came In Through The Bathroom Window," which was every bit as famous as the iteration on "Abbey Road."
Then comes my personal favorite, opening side two, "Hitchcock Railway." I was at a party last June and writer Don Dunn came up and introduced himself to me, I couldn't stop testifying how much I loved this song, Joe did the definitive version.
Credit Milt Holland's percussion and the Grease Band, "Hitchcock Railway" is a tour-de-force.
Then, of course, comes Joe's rendition of "Darling Be Home Soon." It was the piano groove that added the magic, taking one of John Sebastian's best songs and making it Joe's own. That was his specialty, his skill, the ability to take songs we knew by heart and reinvent them, turn them into something new. Joe took "Darling Be Home Soon" into the stratosphere.
And then, of course, came "Delta Lady."
You've got to know what it was like to hear this come out of the speaker, to not be overhyped, to not find it on the countdown, just a random FM track. This romp that enraptured you immediately and then built to a level where everyone was firing on all cylinders, you couldn't help but drop the needle on Leon Russell's composition over and over again.
Yes, Leon Russell. Joe Cocker's friend and foe all at the same time.
You see not only did Leon provide Joe this signature song, he then constructed the largest band ever to appear on a rock stage, and then utilized the success of the Mad Dogs & Englishmen tour to ensure his own stardom. Joe ended up drunk on the sidelines, he gained weight, disappeared and then stunned us by climbing back up to where he belonged.
I saw the Mad Dogs & Englishmen tour. With not only Joe and Leon with his top hat, but everyone whose name you'd seen in the credits and hadn't. Everyone from Jim Gordon to Don Preston, to Claudia Lennear to Rita Coolidge, the tour's other superstar in waiting.
You've got to imagine this. Rather than bring tapes or hard drives, rather than faking it, Joe Cocker fronted a veritable orchestra. The double album was a must have. For the rendition of "Cry Me A River," Matthew Moore's "Space Captain" and..."The Letter."
"Give me a ticket for an airplane..."
Without Joe's take, the song would never be as famous.
Then came "High Time We Went."
It was a disappointment. We'd waited, Leon was blazing up the chart, and Joe released his first...dud. It failed on the chart and in our minds, to the point where many stopped paying attention and missed "You Are So Beautiful" and "I Can Stand A Little Rain" when they were released years later, in 1974. That's right, even back in the album era, people had short memories.
But it wasn't until 1982 that Joe was truly back, over a decade past his initial success, with a Jennifer Warnes duet that wouldn't die, the theme song to the Richard Gere/Debra Winger pic "An Officer And A Gentleman."
Debra Winger was the Jennifer Lawrence of her day, only she radiated more maturity and intelligence. Back when the movies were still an American addiction, when a song could still reach everybody, you could not escape "Up Where We Belong," it was ubiquitous, not a cover, but an original, composed by a who's who of writers, Jack Nitzsche, Buffy Sainte-Marie and Will Jennings.
And then Joe's career was capped, he was ensured a place in the firmament, he was a certified legend.
Yes, the good guys win in the end. Elton John may have made an album with Leon Russell, but it's Joe Cocker we love and remember.
Of course there were other tracks. Everything from the cover of Randy Newman's "You Can Leave Your Hat On" to a take on Jackson Browne's "Jamaica Say You Will." One of my favorites is "Shelter Me," from Joe's 1986 album, "Cocker."
That's right, Joe soldiered on, from label to label, album to album, his work always demanded attention, he seemed to gain a second wind, he was running on Sheffield steel.
But now he's gone.
Another one bites the dust. Another member of rock royalty. Not someone who manipulated the media, but led with his music, imagine that!
Back when a song was enough.
And, of course, the "Woodstock" movie helped cement his reputation, we made fun of his movements. But one thing was for sure, the music lived in Joe Cocker, he had it in him.
And unlike so many stars, there's not much to say about his personal life, no scandals, nothing to note but alcoholism, which he seemed to recover from so dramatically, at least artistically.
So, will these songs last centuries? Will Joe Cocker be remembered by our children's children's children?
I don't know. Get old enough and you realize almost no one is remembered. You see it's all about your own personal experience, what goes in your ears and eyes, what fills up your memory banks.
And way back when records ruled the world, you had to go to the show to get closer to the music, to sustain your soul.
And if you were lucky enough to see Joe Cocker you know he never phoned it in, he was always the genuine article, he was always about the music.
And what more can we ask?
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In the late sixties America was inundated with British acts, a second wave that was not about hit singles, but albums, wiping away the detritus of the British Invasion and pushing the populace forward via the newly embraced radio format known as FM.
Previously littered with simulcasts and classical music, because of the higher quality bandwidth, suddenly FM was the home to free-format rock, where owners let hippies do what they wanted, the government decreeing that they could not broadcast the same signal on both AM and FM.
Suddenly, we heard Phil Ochs, "Outside Of A Small Circle Of Friends." And Cream. FM was a club which was accessible to all but only the hippest were members. Seemingly every week there was a new act deserving attention. Including, in 1969, the guy with the indelible cover of "With A Little Help From My Friends." Joe Cocker, wasn't that a sexual reference, wasn't the real name "Crocker," like the deejay's, took an untouchable classic and made it his own. His rendition even got a second life as the theme song to "The Wonder Years," but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Records were expensive. You didn't own them all, no one could. You were glued to the radio, to hear what you should. And it wasn't only the Beatles cover that entranced us, but the one by FM compatriots Traffic, that seemingly no one knew until Joe covered it.
I'm speaking, of course, of "Feelin' Alright."
"Seems I've got to have a change of scene"
We were looking for more. We were not satisfied with what we had. And it was the music that opened our horizons.
And Joe Cocker took Dave Mason's reflective number and turned it into a triumph of not only introspection, but exuberance, with the background vocals of Brenda Holloway, Patrice Holloway and Merry Clayton sealing the deal. Joe and his troupe found a groove that was not present in the original, he made the track his own, this was no karaoke star, Joe Cocker was going his own way.
And then we heard he was playing Woodstock.
You've got to know, we didn't think it would happen, it seemed a fantasy, how could all these acts appear on one stage? But just by being included, you knew Joe was cool, he possessed stature.
And the debut LP blazed the trail.
But really, it was all about the second album.
Where do we start?
How about the beginning, with "Dear Landlord."
"Whoa, dear landlord
Please hear these words that I speak"
Those words were written by Bob Dylan. "Dear Landlord" was on his comeback LP, "John Wesley Harding." Which at this time I did not own. I learned the words I recite so frequently from Joe Cocker:
"Now each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true
And if you don't underestimate me
I won't underestimate you"
Actually, Joe changed a few words, but the meaning was the same, from back when music could affect your life and change your soul, when it just wasn't about mindless dancing and money.
Then there was "She Came In Through The Bathroom Window," which was every bit as famous as the iteration on "Abbey Road."
Then comes my personal favorite, opening side two, "Hitchcock Railway." I was at a party last June and writer Don Dunn came up and introduced himself to me, I couldn't stop testifying how much I loved this song, Joe did the definitive version.
Credit Milt Holland's percussion and the Grease Band, "Hitchcock Railway" is a tour-de-force.
Then, of course, comes Joe's rendition of "Darling Be Home Soon." It was the piano groove that added the magic, taking one of John Sebastian's best songs and making it Joe's own. That was his specialty, his skill, the ability to take songs we knew by heart and reinvent them, turn them into something new. Joe took "Darling Be Home Soon" into the stratosphere.
And then, of course, came "Delta Lady."
You've got to know what it was like to hear this come out of the speaker, to not be overhyped, to not find it on the countdown, just a random FM track. This romp that enraptured you immediately and then built to a level where everyone was firing on all cylinders, you couldn't help but drop the needle on Leon Russell's composition over and over again.
Yes, Leon Russell. Joe Cocker's friend and foe all at the same time.
You see not only did Leon provide Joe this signature song, he then constructed the largest band ever to appear on a rock stage, and then utilized the success of the Mad Dogs & Englishmen tour to ensure his own stardom. Joe ended up drunk on the sidelines, he gained weight, disappeared and then stunned us by climbing back up to where he belonged.
I saw the Mad Dogs & Englishmen tour. With not only Joe and Leon with his top hat, but everyone whose name you'd seen in the credits and hadn't. Everyone from Jim Gordon to Don Preston, to Claudia Lennear to Rita Coolidge, the tour's other superstar in waiting.
You've got to imagine this. Rather than bring tapes or hard drives, rather than faking it, Joe Cocker fronted a veritable orchestra. The double album was a must have. For the rendition of "Cry Me A River," Matthew Moore's "Space Captain" and..."The Letter."
"Give me a ticket for an airplane..."
Without Joe's take, the song would never be as famous.
Then came "High Time We Went."
It was a disappointment. We'd waited, Leon was blazing up the chart, and Joe released his first...dud. It failed on the chart and in our minds, to the point where many stopped paying attention and missed "You Are So Beautiful" and "I Can Stand A Little Rain" when they were released years later, in 1974. That's right, even back in the album era, people had short memories.
But it wasn't until 1982 that Joe was truly back, over a decade past his initial success, with a Jennifer Warnes duet that wouldn't die, the theme song to the Richard Gere/Debra Winger pic "An Officer And A Gentleman."
Debra Winger was the Jennifer Lawrence of her day, only she radiated more maturity and intelligence. Back when the movies were still an American addiction, when a song could still reach everybody, you could not escape "Up Where We Belong," it was ubiquitous, not a cover, but an original, composed by a who's who of writers, Jack Nitzsche, Buffy Sainte-Marie and Will Jennings.
And then Joe's career was capped, he was ensured a place in the firmament, he was a certified legend.
Yes, the good guys win in the end. Elton John may have made an album with Leon Russell, but it's Joe Cocker we love and remember.
Of course there were other tracks. Everything from the cover of Randy Newman's "You Can Leave Your Hat On" to a take on Jackson Browne's "Jamaica Say You Will." One of my favorites is "Shelter Me," from Joe's 1986 album, "Cocker."
That's right, Joe soldiered on, from label to label, album to album, his work always demanded attention, he seemed to gain a second wind, he was running on Sheffield steel.
But now he's gone.
Another one bites the dust. Another member of rock royalty. Not someone who manipulated the media, but led with his music, imagine that!
Back when a song was enough.
And, of course, the "Woodstock" movie helped cement his reputation, we made fun of his movements. But one thing was for sure, the music lived in Joe Cocker, he had it in him.
And unlike so many stars, there's not much to say about his personal life, no scandals, nothing to note but alcoholism, which he seemed to recover from so dramatically, at least artistically.
So, will these songs last centuries? Will Joe Cocker be remembered by our children's children's children?
I don't know. Get old enough and you realize almost no one is remembered. You see it's all about your own personal experience, what goes in your ears and eyes, what fills up your memory banks.
And way back when records ruled the world, you had to go to the show to get closer to the music, to sustain your soul.
And if you were lucky enough to see Joe Cocker you know he never phoned it in, he was always the genuine article, he was always about the music.
And what more can we ask?
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Sunday 21 December 2014
Rebel Heart
It used to be a leak trashed an album's commercial chances. Could just the opposite be true now?
Madonna's a has-been. Like Paul McCartney and Tom Petty. Someone everybody knows who has trouble selling new music. But unlike McCartney and Petty, Madge is a trendster, she didn't just replicate an old sound on her new album, she worked with hitmakers of the moment. However, this is no guarantee of success.
But now, unlike in the early part of this century, when the leak occurred the label didn't just fold its arms and huff and puff, they put out a bunch of tracks, they capitalized on the leak, right now the album dominates iTunes, why it's not on Spotify I don't know.
Because everyone knows Madonna makes her money on the road. The best result would be to have people hear her new music. That's the goal of all artists, and especially the oldsters, who tour to the classics.
Will the album continue to dominate iTunes?
We'll find out.
But the point is we've done a 180. The criticized labels now react swiftly. And with this and last year's Beyonce album and this year's D'Angelo and J. Cole LPs, could it be the paradigm is shifting? Could it be that the front-loaded game of yore is dying?
The old game was about making a bunch of noise so the album would have a big first week and retailers would reorder. But today, physical retail is dying. And album after album has a huge lead-up and then dies after the first week. It's all about records being listened to. The worm is turning. No one's gonna care how many you sold in week one, how many you sold at all, but how many times people listened, on Spotify, YouTube...
Think about this. Once you eliminate the first week game, there's no reason to release a single in advance of an album, no reason to promote intensely for a few weeks and then give up. It's no longer about the media, but the audience. The media likes news. It's news when an album is released, it's not news when the audience embraces it and continues to listen to it six months later.
Madonna herself was initially tone-deaf in her response to the leak. Then again, everyone gets angry when their well-laid plans are upset. But that's the world we live in, where everybody knows everything and it's hard to keep a secret. And why should music creation be such a secret anyway? PledgeMusic built a business on letting pledgers in on the creation of the record.
The X factor, of course, is radio. Radio turbocharges hits. Makes careers. If radio picks up on Madonna's new music, she's home free.
But does it have to be this way?
It does because there's chaos in the rest of the marketplace.
Radio is stupid, antiquated in an on demand culture. Radio's only advantage is adding coherence to the scene, delineating what records to listen to. This doesn't have to be done by radio, but so far no one else has picked up the mantle. We've got endless playlists, when we really only need a couple. There's only one "Billboard" chart for every format, only one MediaBase report. If we could clarify online listening, we could capture the flag from radio and create a new power.
Something like this will happen, that we can be sure of. The same way leaks are no longer death to an album.
Once again, Madonna could be ahead of the curve. She got intense publicity for a couple of days, the music is available, and if she's smart, and we know Madge is brilliant, she'll make an appearance on "New Year's Rockin' Eve," or another first night of the year special, stealing the thunder from Taylor Swift.
It could happen.
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Madonna's a has-been. Like Paul McCartney and Tom Petty. Someone everybody knows who has trouble selling new music. But unlike McCartney and Petty, Madge is a trendster, she didn't just replicate an old sound on her new album, she worked with hitmakers of the moment. However, this is no guarantee of success.
But now, unlike in the early part of this century, when the leak occurred the label didn't just fold its arms and huff and puff, they put out a bunch of tracks, they capitalized on the leak, right now the album dominates iTunes, why it's not on Spotify I don't know.
Because everyone knows Madonna makes her money on the road. The best result would be to have people hear her new music. That's the goal of all artists, and especially the oldsters, who tour to the classics.
Will the album continue to dominate iTunes?
We'll find out.
But the point is we've done a 180. The criticized labels now react swiftly. And with this and last year's Beyonce album and this year's D'Angelo and J. Cole LPs, could it be the paradigm is shifting? Could it be that the front-loaded game of yore is dying?
The old game was about making a bunch of noise so the album would have a big first week and retailers would reorder. But today, physical retail is dying. And album after album has a huge lead-up and then dies after the first week. It's all about records being listened to. The worm is turning. No one's gonna care how many you sold in week one, how many you sold at all, but how many times people listened, on Spotify, YouTube...
Think about this. Once you eliminate the first week game, there's no reason to release a single in advance of an album, no reason to promote intensely for a few weeks and then give up. It's no longer about the media, but the audience. The media likes news. It's news when an album is released, it's not news when the audience embraces it and continues to listen to it six months later.
Madonna herself was initially tone-deaf in her response to the leak. Then again, everyone gets angry when their well-laid plans are upset. But that's the world we live in, where everybody knows everything and it's hard to keep a secret. And why should music creation be such a secret anyway? PledgeMusic built a business on letting pledgers in on the creation of the record.
The X factor, of course, is radio. Radio turbocharges hits. Makes careers. If radio picks up on Madonna's new music, she's home free.
But does it have to be this way?
It does because there's chaos in the rest of the marketplace.
Radio is stupid, antiquated in an on demand culture. Radio's only advantage is adding coherence to the scene, delineating what records to listen to. This doesn't have to be done by radio, but so far no one else has picked up the mantle. We've got endless playlists, when we really only need a couple. There's only one "Billboard" chart for every format, only one MediaBase report. If we could clarify online listening, we could capture the flag from radio and create a new power.
Something like this will happen, that we can be sure of. The same way leaks are no longer death to an album.
Once again, Madonna could be ahead of the curve. She got intense publicity for a couple of days, the music is available, and if she's smart, and we know Madge is brilliant, she'll make an appearance on "New Year's Rockin' Eve," or another first night of the year special, stealing the thunder from Taylor Swift.
It could happen.
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A Few Winter Songs
"Winter"
Tori Amos
My favorite Tori song, from before she lost the plot. Did she become more obscure because of her success or was she headed that way? We'll never know. But at this point this is my favorite winter song, the one I think about when the day is gray.
"Winter"
The Rolling Stones
Coming after "Exile On Main Street," "Goats Head Soup" was highly anticipated, and almost as disappointing. The song that got all the pre-press was "Star Star," whose name was unfortunately changed from the f-word and lost its power as a result. The best song is the unfortunately titled "Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)," you know, "The police in New York City"... I love the way Mick sings PO-lice. Actually, the best tracks on "Goats Head Soup" are the ones that got no press, not only "Heartbreaker," but "Hide Your Love," with that great piano groove, sounding like an outtake from "Exile," "Can You Hear The Music," slow and dreamy, and "Winter."
Of course the album contained "Angie," but I prefer the moody "Winter."
Speaking of unheralded Stones tracks, do you know "Hand Of Fate" from "Black And Blue"? This is the Stones I love, the one wherein Mick is not coy, not cloying, but belting. That's when they work best live, when the manipulation takes a backseat to the song. And, of course, the duet with Dave Matthews rescued "Memory Motel," "Black And Blue"'s best song, from obscurity.
And since I'm on a Stones tear, after Bobby Keys died I got a bunch of e-mail about "Ventilator Blues." I'll let Charlie Watts tell the story from Wikipedia:
"Bobby Keys wrote the rhythm part, which is the clever part of the song. Bobby said, 'Why don't you do this?' and I said, 'I can't play that,' so Bobby stood next me to clapping the thing and I just followed his timing. In the world of Take Five, it's nothing, but it threw me completely and Bobby just stood there and clapped while we were doing the track - and we've never quite got it together as well as that."
And while we're on unheralded "Exile" tracks...
The best is "Let It Loose." It's the backup vocal at the end. Remember lying on your bed after dark listening to "Exile" on headphones? I do.
And having said that, the track that got me into "Exile" is the very last one, "Soul Survivor," it's the tonality of the intro guitar, the piano-playing, and the machine gun guitar after the chorus. From back before it didn't need to be a hit to get notice.
"Song For A Winter's Night"
Gordon Lightfoot
No song I know embodies the feel of winter as much as this. It captures being inside when it's snowing outside, when you're alone in your cocoon. What makes it so great is the strings, from back when there was debate whether to use them, before they were replaced by synthesizers and ultimately ostracized.
"A Hazy Shade Of Winter"
Simon & Garfunkel
This is not the best song on "Bookends," and it's now more famous in its Bangles iteration, but "Bookends" is one of the best albums ever made, even though it's been nearly forgotten.
How did this happen?
Could it be that Paul Simon is not a warm guy? Could it be his eighties MTV success eclipsed his earlier work? But the truth is "Bookends" and "There Goes Rhymin' Simon" are two of the best albums ever made.
"Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
On the high shoes
Of the old friends"
Can't you see it? If you've been to NYC you can. The people who've lived in the city for their entire lives who've got nothing left to prove, who are not worried about being judged.
"Can you imagine us
Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange
To be seventy"
This lyric flows through the brain of all baby boomers. We thought it was impossible, but we got old. Replaced by people with unbroken bodies, who like us believe they know everything. That's what's so weird about life, you look into the mirror and you no longer recognize yourself, you feel about thirteen, but the truth is time has passed by.
The best song on "Bookends" is "America."
We were disillusioned, the country was no longer the empire they told us it was in the fifties, but that did not mean we didn't love it, didn't want to experience it, didn't want to know everything about it back before we grew up and got rich and sent our children to Europe and wanted nothing to do with flyover country which is now just as sophisticated as the coasts.
But there's nothing like taking to the highway, driving in the middle of nowhere, watching the endless miles go by. You can fly across the USA in a few hours, but if you get behind the wheel it takes days. Only when you slow down can you really understand our country.
"Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said 'Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera'"
That's love. The shared experience. When your world is your own. Back before you shared every private moment on Instagram and Facebook looking for acknowledgement, recognition. Used to be the moment was enough. It still is.
For a long time, "Fakin' It" was my favorite cut on "Bookends." But the most famous is "Mrs. Robinson."
Mike Nichols made it famous. Putting it in "The Graduate," which I caught a bit of on TCM after the man died.
Lost. Finding yourself. That's the essence of a baby boomer. We were a searching generation. And we're still looking.
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Tori Amos
My favorite Tori song, from before she lost the plot. Did she become more obscure because of her success or was she headed that way? We'll never know. But at this point this is my favorite winter song, the one I think about when the day is gray.
"Winter"
The Rolling Stones
Coming after "Exile On Main Street," "Goats Head Soup" was highly anticipated, and almost as disappointing. The song that got all the pre-press was "Star Star," whose name was unfortunately changed from the f-word and lost its power as a result. The best song is the unfortunately titled "Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)," you know, "The police in New York City"... I love the way Mick sings PO-lice. Actually, the best tracks on "Goats Head Soup" are the ones that got no press, not only "Heartbreaker," but "Hide Your Love," with that great piano groove, sounding like an outtake from "Exile," "Can You Hear The Music," slow and dreamy, and "Winter."
Of course the album contained "Angie," but I prefer the moody "Winter."
Speaking of unheralded Stones tracks, do you know "Hand Of Fate" from "Black And Blue"? This is the Stones I love, the one wherein Mick is not coy, not cloying, but belting. That's when they work best live, when the manipulation takes a backseat to the song. And, of course, the duet with Dave Matthews rescued "Memory Motel," "Black And Blue"'s best song, from obscurity.
And since I'm on a Stones tear, after Bobby Keys died I got a bunch of e-mail about "Ventilator Blues." I'll let Charlie Watts tell the story from Wikipedia:
"Bobby Keys wrote the rhythm part, which is the clever part of the song. Bobby said, 'Why don't you do this?' and I said, 'I can't play that,' so Bobby stood next me to clapping the thing and I just followed his timing. In the world of Take Five, it's nothing, but it threw me completely and Bobby just stood there and clapped while we were doing the track - and we've never quite got it together as well as that."
And while we're on unheralded "Exile" tracks...
The best is "Let It Loose." It's the backup vocal at the end. Remember lying on your bed after dark listening to "Exile" on headphones? I do.
And having said that, the track that got me into "Exile" is the very last one, "Soul Survivor," it's the tonality of the intro guitar, the piano-playing, and the machine gun guitar after the chorus. From back before it didn't need to be a hit to get notice.
"Song For A Winter's Night"
Gordon Lightfoot
No song I know embodies the feel of winter as much as this. It captures being inside when it's snowing outside, when you're alone in your cocoon. What makes it so great is the strings, from back when there was debate whether to use them, before they were replaced by synthesizers and ultimately ostracized.
"A Hazy Shade Of Winter"
Simon & Garfunkel
This is not the best song on "Bookends," and it's now more famous in its Bangles iteration, but "Bookends" is one of the best albums ever made, even though it's been nearly forgotten.
How did this happen?
Could it be that Paul Simon is not a warm guy? Could it be his eighties MTV success eclipsed his earlier work? But the truth is "Bookends" and "There Goes Rhymin' Simon" are two of the best albums ever made.
"Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
On the high shoes
Of the old friends"
Can't you see it? If you've been to NYC you can. The people who've lived in the city for their entire lives who've got nothing left to prove, who are not worried about being judged.
"Can you imagine us
Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange
To be seventy"
This lyric flows through the brain of all baby boomers. We thought it was impossible, but we got old. Replaced by people with unbroken bodies, who like us believe they know everything. That's what's so weird about life, you look into the mirror and you no longer recognize yourself, you feel about thirteen, but the truth is time has passed by.
The best song on "Bookends" is "America."
We were disillusioned, the country was no longer the empire they told us it was in the fifties, but that did not mean we didn't love it, didn't want to experience it, didn't want to know everything about it back before we grew up and got rich and sent our children to Europe and wanted nothing to do with flyover country which is now just as sophisticated as the coasts.
But there's nothing like taking to the highway, driving in the middle of nowhere, watching the endless miles go by. You can fly across the USA in a few hours, but if you get behind the wheel it takes days. Only when you slow down can you really understand our country.
"Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said 'Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera'"
That's love. The shared experience. When your world is your own. Back before you shared every private moment on Instagram and Facebook looking for acknowledgement, recognition. Used to be the moment was enough. It still is.
For a long time, "Fakin' It" was my favorite cut on "Bookends." But the most famous is "Mrs. Robinson."
Mike Nichols made it famous. Putting it in "The Graduate," which I caught a bit of on TCM after the man died.
Lost. Finding yourself. That's the essence of a baby boomer. We were a searching generation. And we're still looking.
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