Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Cover Me


2005, age 35.  "How Come U Don't Call Me?" by Alicia Keys, from the album Unplugged.

I once had this idea for a mixtape that I wanted to call "Cover Me."  The basic idea was that each track would be an artist covering a song by the previous artist on the mix, with the first track being a cover of a song written by the final artist.  I thought it was a pretty good idea, actually, and spent a lot of time working on the mix.  In the end, I kind of lost interest in it, partly because I wasn't sure how the flow of the thing worked.  My favorite part of the mix was The Stylistics doing Willie Nelson's "Always on My Mind," followed by Prince with "Betcha By Golly, Wow," and then Sinead O'Connor's "Nothing Compares 2 U."  I got stuck trying to find a cover of a Sinead tune that I actually liked, but those three tracks work really well together.

I've thought a lot about covers and what they mean.  Musicians have always covered other artists' material, of course, but it seems different now.  In the post-modern era, it's not enough to faithfully recreate a beloved song.  Instead, artists feel the need to re-imagine the original.  I love this.  There is something wonderful about listening to someone perform a piece that they have digested so completely and so lovingly that their own performance is something entirely new.  The piece becomes not only a work of art but a meta-commentary on art itself and what it is to really love music.

So here for you are my Top Ten Favorite Re-imagined Cover Songs.  Not all of them are of recent vintage, but they all represent a fairly substantial departure from the original in a way that only makes me love the song more.  I hope you'll take the time to check them out.

1. "Life on Mars," by the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain.  Let me begin here by saying that "Life on Mars" is one of the great, great, greatest of David Bowie's songs, one that cannot be improved upon in any way.  Unless it is performed by a ukulele ensemble.  The UOGB do a mash-up of the Hunky Dory song with "For Once in My Life," by Stevie Wonder; the title track from the film Born Free; and the Sinatra staple, "My Way."  The weird thing is that they manage it without mocking any of the sources and making an already poignant song a little more poignanter (?).  Not available anywhere but on DVD, unfortunately.

2.  "Nothing Compares 2 U," by Sinead O'Connor.  I think doing a cover of a Prince song is a pretty risky proposition.  His work is so quirky, so of-a-piece with his personality, that one risks sounding like a parody (witness Maroon 5's take on "Kiss").  But I gotta say, I think Sinead has it going on with this one.  I was never a big fan of the production on the original, so the relatively sparse setting when she sings, "It's been seven hours and fifteen days," sends chills up my spine.

3.  "Crimson and Clover," by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts.  I love, love, love this record and have since I was 8-years-old and joined the Joan Jett and The Blackhearts fan club.  The original, by Tommy James and the Shondells, is most notable for the the tremolo on the vocal toward the end, which I think is a really annoying effect.  When Joan sings, "Yeah, I'm not such a sweet thing, wanna do everything . . . " it still gives me butterflies and I can see those big eyes going wide in the video.

4.  "I Can't Help It (If I'm Still In Love with You)," by Isaac Hayes.  (Link unavailable.)  Hank Williams songs seem incredibly coverable and there are lots of good ones out there, but there is something about this b-side to "Never Can Say Goodbye," that I really dig.  The lush orchestration (it has French horns!) and the R&B vocal styling completely transform this honky-tonk classic and somehow make it seem that Hayes really spent some time feeling the import of these words.

5.  "More Than This," by Norah Jones.  Have you ever had a song from your youth that you didn't really think about at all until you heard someone cover it in a way that made you re-think the whole thing and go, "Dayum!  That's a great song!"  That's how I feel about this Norah Jones' cover of the Roxy Music original.  I pretty much love Bryan Ferry's voice, but something about Ms. Jones interpretation helps me hear this song, almost like it's the first time every time I listen.  Charlie Hunter on guitar, which is nice, too.

6.  "I'm Shakin'," by Jack White.  Now, it takes some real talent to improve on a Little Willie John song, but I really think Jack White has it.  Is it possible that the cover sounds more raw than the original?  The back-up "oooohs" from the chick singers and White's overdrive send this one over the top.  (Great video, too.)

7.  "Overkill," by Colin Hay.  Ok, this one might be cheating.  Colin Hay was the lead singer of the Down Under pop act Men At Work and here he is covering a song they made a top-ten hit.  But this version deconstructs the original in a way that you really hear it afresh, especially if you are 40-ish and mostly remember the silly video that was in heavy rotation on MTV with this one.  The spare, lone guitar just reinforces the lyric, and you can easily imagine Mssr. Hay sitting at home, late on a weeknight, singing his hymn to neurosis: "I can't get to sleep, I think about the implications . . ."  Bonus points for first appearing in a Scrubs episode.

8.  "Qué Sera Sera," by Pink Martini.  This one is just plain creepy and brings out the really dark nature of the lyrics.  Asking your mother if you will be happy as an adult and being answered with, "Whatever, kid."  Pink Martini blows Doris Day out of the water, with an atonal, angular accompaniment to an relatively straight vocal delivery, broken by an instrumental chorus that feels like the carnival in Something Wicked This Way Comes.

9.  "How Come U Don't Call Me," by Alicia Keys.  Ok, remember when I said a little while back that covering Prince songs is a risky premise?  Well, that's true, but lots of artists try it, and some of them are bound to hit.  And let me be clear: I am talking about Alicia's live version here, on her Unplugged album.  Keys' own soulful piano, the churchy Hammond, spot-on back-up singers, the entirely predictable but entirely satisfying vocal cadenza, and the energy the record captures between the performer and the audience is really electrifying.  As a rule, I am not a fan of live records, but this one just sends me.

10.  "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" by Roberta Flack.  Songwriter Carole King was reportedly displeased with The Shirelles up-tempo take on her song, even though it went to #1.  But she loved Roberta Flack's version, and it's easy to see why.  The simplest piano with a touch of strings in just the right places and time to listen to the real heartbreak in the lyric.  It really makes you ache.  (King recorded her own version on her Tapestry album, but it would be hard to top Flack's.)

What about you?  You got a favorite cover version —or do you agree with His Purple Majesty that cover versions should be banned?  I'd like to hear your thoughts.


Monday, December 31, 2012

From 4 to Willamette

2012, Age 40. "Blunderbuss," by Jack White, from the album of the same name.

I'm always intrigued to listen to/read others' "best of" lists at the end of each year, but I must confess that I feel a bit left out.  Despite my deep love of music and the fact that I invest a pretty fair amount of income finding music to listen to, my lists are never quite as timely.  There are a number of reasons for this.  One is that I have a day job.  The other, and probably more important, is that I don't receive free CD's in the mail on a daily basis asking for me to review them.

One of the things I find rather dishonest about these lists is that it implies that everyone gets hip to a record the year it is released.  This is, of course, simply not true.  I'm betting that The Eagles' Greatest Hits sold more copies than most of the indie rock stuff that makes critics top ten lists, but no one wants to talk about catalog purchases (and don't get me started on The Eagles).

So, I thought it might be interesting to share a list of albums that I acquired (purchased or given to me) during the 2012 calendar year (assuming I don't buy any tomorrow).  You will notice that the vast majority are not new releases.  Yet I think this list probably says more about my listening habits than a "best of" list might.

I would like to give a few caveats:

  • This list only includes complete albums I purchased.  I probably purchased another 300 individual songs.  It also doesn't include the many mix tapes that have been gifted to me this year.
  • The list only includes albums that I have digital copies of, either CD or via the Internet.  I didn't include my vinyl purchases (which are rather significant, too), simply because I can't remember them.  (iTunes made the other acquisition dates easier.)
  • Several of these are actually re-purchases and most of those are a case of getting a digital copy of something I had on vinyl.  In at least one case, there was a re-purchase of something I already owned that was pretty indulgent, simply to satisfy some sort of completist urge.  (This was the Louis Armstrong box.)
  • Purchasing an album does not necessarily imply listening to it.  I will confess here that the Das Racist record only got four spins.
Without further ado, here is the list, in roughly chronological order of purchase.


  1. 4 by Beyoncé
  2. Watch the Throne by Jay-Z
  3. Ceremonials by Florence + The Machine
  4. Lioness: Hidden Treasures by Amy Winehouse
  5. Wild Flag by Wild Flag
  6. Greatest Hits II by Queen
  7. The Slider by T. Rex
  8. Heroes by David Bowie
  9. Low by David Bowie
  10. Scary Monsters by David Bowie
  11. Sigh No More by Mumford and Sons
  12. Bowie at the Beeb (The Best of the BBC) by David Bowie
  13. Holy Smoke by Gin Wigmore
  14. What Were You Hoping For? by Van Hunt
  15. Dandy in the Underworld by T. Rex
  16. Futuristic Dragon by T. Rex
  17. Relax by Das Racist
  18. Pin Ups by David Bowie
  19. They Say I'm Different by Betty Davis
  20. Percy Sledge: 20 of His Best by Percy Sledge
  21. The Very Best of Solomon Burke by Solomon Burke
  22. Maiden Voyage by Herbie Hancock
  23. In the Wee Small Hours by Frank Sinatra
  24. The World of Nat King Cole - His Very Best by Nat King Cole
  25. The Very Best of Billy Idol: Idolize Yourself by Billy Idol
  26. 3 New Songs Woot!  by Pomplamoose
  27. Tribute to Famous People by Pomplamoose
  28. In Bertolt Brecht's Baal by David Bowie
  29. The Threepenny Opera Soundtrack
  30. German Cabaret by various artists
  31. Kabuki and Other Traditional Music by various artists
  32. 100 Hits! by Edith Piaf
  33. 1949-1950 by Django Reinhardt
  34. Peerless by Ali Akbar Khan
  35. The Queen of Fado by Amália Rodrigues
  36. Java Court Gamelan, Vol. II by various artists
  37. El Camino by The Black Keys
  38. Chelsea Girl by Nico
  39. V.U. by The Velvet Underground
  40. Carnivale Electricos by Galactic
  41. Byzantine Hymns in Arabic by Mt. Sinai
  42. American Recordings by Johnny Cash
  43. Satan is Real by The Louvin Brothers
  44. The Nightfly by Donald Fagen
  45. Bella Donna by Stevie Nicks
  46. The Best of The Statler Brothers by The Statler Brothers
  47. Blunderbuss by Jack White
  48. Life Fantastic by Man Man
  49. The Best of the Squirrel Nut Zippers by The Squirrel Nut Zippers
  50. Jukebox Hits 1930-1950 by Cab Calloway
  51. Bach: The Complete Brandenburg Concertos by Consortium Musicum
  52. The Essentials: Betty Wright by Betty Wright
  53. Spiritland by Coco Robicheaux
  54. Genuine Negro Jig by Carolina Chocolate Drops
  55. Astral Weeks by Van Morrison
  56. The Bright Lights E.P. by Gary Clark, Jr.
  57. How Long Has This Been Going On by Van Morrison
  58. Tell Me Something: The Songs of Mose Allison by Van Morrison
  59. The Best of Van Morrison by Van Morrison
  60. The Best of Van Morrison, Vol. II by Van Morrison
  61. Glad Rag Doll by Diana Krall
  62. Lucky Devil by Meschiya Lake and The Little Big Horns
  63. Babel by Mumford and Sons
  64. Rockwell's Ghost by Rockwell's Ghost
  65. Spiders on the Keys: Live at the Maple Leaf Bar by James Booker
  66. Rebirth of New Orleans by Rebirth Brass Band
  67. Rock and Roll Sermon by various artists
  68. Shake Your Moneymaker: The Best of the Fire Sessions by Elmore James
  69. The Coming Tide by Luke Winslow-King
  70. Live at Three Muses by Glen David Andrews
  71. His Best by Little Walter
  72. Happy Times in New Orleans.  The Early Sessions: 1958-1960 by Allen Toussaint
  73. The Music of Louisiana by various artists
  74. 21 Classic Blues Songs from the 1920's, Vol. 10 by various artists
  75. The Hot Fives and Hot Sevens by Louis Armstrong
  76. Come Out Swingin' by The Panorama Jazz Band
  77. The Life and Times of the Hot 8 Brass Band by The Hot 8 Brass Band
  78. Willamette by Willamette
In case you are wondering:
  • The best new record I purchased this year was the Jack White album, hands down.
  • I bought way more greatest hits and compilations than is typical.  I'm not sure why this is.
  • Most promising new record I bought: Willamette featuring my friend Matt Rippetoe.  I just got it yesterday and I already love it.  Punk rock with baritone saxophone.  Perfect.
  • Best New Orleans record I bought: Tie between Lucky Devil from Meschiya Lake (God, it's so sexy) and Spiders on the Keys: Live at the Maple Leaf Bar by James Booker.
  • Best record you don't know about: The Queen of Fado by Amália Rodrigues.
  • Best record someone recommended: Life Fantastic by Man Man (thanks, Zack) although Eric recommended Spiders on the Keys: Live at the Maple Leaf Bar by James Booker, too.
  • Best record given to me: Astral Weeks by Van Morrison.
  • Best catalog purchase: Satan is Real by The Louvin Brothers.  Just go get this one already.
I can't wait to see what 2013 has in store.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Soul



2011, Age 39. "Fuck You," by Cee-Lo Green, from The Ladykiller.

I probably see more live music than the average person. I tried to make a list one day, but that was an almost impossible task. I came back to the list the next day because I had forgotten to put Sonny Rollins on it. When you start forgetting that you've seen Newk live, you know you've seen a few shows.

My summer has been bookended by a couple of concerts that will stay with me, but for different reasons. The first was Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings at the Clay Center here in Charleston. The second was Cee-Lo Green, a show I've just returned from, in Huntington. The two shows are noteworthy for how incredibly different they were.

I should say that I'm writing just this moment because I'm a little angry. Or maybe I'm trying to cope. I don't know. Actually, I think I'm confused more than anything else.

Let me preface by saying that I'm a big Cee-Lo fan. I thought that St. Elsewhere was the best pop album of 2006. "Crazy" is one of my favorite songs and I've referred to it elsewhere. And "Fuck You" is undoubtedly one of the catchiest tunes out this past year, one I find myself singing full-voiced at entirely inappropriate times. Did you catch him on the Grammys? The dude played the song with the muppets. How cool is that?

I've had a really busy day and I've got a packed work schedule all weekend, so I was a little worried about coming home late. But it didn't matter because I was excited. Live music, baby!

Here's the short version:

We arrive about 15 minutes before show time, grab a couple of beers and have a seat. The concert was part of the Marshall (University) Artist Series, so they had a bunch of announcements about the series, the underwriters and all that jazz. The show starts about 7:12. Cee-Lo comes out with a chick band, all wearing Marshall University gear, skating shorts and pig tails. All except the drummer were faking. Or at least, they weren't playing the music that was coming from the speakers. Cee-Lo sings - "Bright Lights and the Big City," "Fuck You," "Crazy," a couple of new ones, covers of "Rock the Casbah" and "Don't You Wish Your Boyfriend Was Hot Like Me" - then calls it a night. "Thank you, you've been a great audience." The clock said 7:42.

It was still daylight when we left the arena and I just couldn't stop thinking about the contrast between these two concerts.

When I saw Sharon Jones, she was following Percy Sledge. Most of the audience came to see Percy and several left before she even took the stage. Almost no one in the audience knew who she was. Cee-Lo had no opening act and everyone was there to see him, a celebrity. Cee-Lo, nominated for four Grammys, brought backing tracks and a fake rhythm section. Sharon is probably not rolling in cash, but brought a 12-piece band with horns and back-up singers. Cee-Lo phoned it in and quit after about 30 minutes. Sharon quit after about three hours and the energy never dropped.

What accounts for the difference? I'm not sure, except that I can tell you Sharon Jones has soul. That's why we go hear music. Yeah, we care about chops and celebrity may get you through the door, but at the end of the day, it's all about soul. We go into a concert wanting to see something special. We want to leave knowing that the performer has left herself on that stage. We want the blood, sweat and tears. We want to know that they need us as bad as we need them.

I remember being worried at the beginning of the Dap Kings concert. The audience was slow to catch on. They'd just sat through 90 minutes of an R&B legend on a Thursday night and didn't know who this short little 55-year-old woman was when she took the stage. But she brought it from the first downbeat. They played medleys of dances from the 60s and she demonstrated every one: the watusi, the mashed potato, the funky broadway, the funky chicken, the boogaloo and the rest. She courted the audience. She seduced and teased and told those funny stories soul singers do about their no-good men and their trifling ways. And she sang. Dear God, did she sing.

It was her first time in West Virginia. Who knows what she thought when she got started. What she probably thought was, "I'm gonna have to work this crowd." She did work us. We were out of our chairs, clapping, singing, shaking a tail-feather. We danced until we had to sit down for a minute, but Sharon just kept going. She worked the band like James Brown. Actually, she seemed like no one so much as the Godfather himself and I remember thinking, "She's the hardest working woman in show business."

She had something to say and she knew that we would want to hear it. She knew her songs would mean something to us because they meant something to her. She believed in them, and knew we could relate to the fundamental humanity in her music. When she finally walked off the stage after the final encore, you knew you had seen everything she was, laid bare. That's soul.

Cee-Lo knew the crowd was there to see someone famous. He wore a Marshall track suit and told the audience they had a lot of "energy." He was even clever enough to play on the recent disappointments of the Herd faithful by dedicating "Fuck You" to West Virginia University. But honestly, he could just as easily have dedicated it to all us suckers dumb enough to shell out the paper for his show.

I've seen some good shows in my life, sometimes in unexpected places. I've seen Glenn David Andrews play to a room of 25 like it's the Superdome. I've seen Beyonce play the Superdome like she needed the cash. (She brought an all-chick band, too, but you better believe none of them were faking it.) I've seen Glenn David's cousin, Trombone Shorty, playing the auditorium at West Virginia State like it was Treme on St. Joseph's Day. I've seen Tower of Power playing a run-down casino that smelled like ash trays and bring the whole place down. I've seen 68-year-old Fred Wesley passing the peas at an Irish bar in Chicago and 95-year-old Pinetop Perkins doing his boogie at Antone's in Austin. I've heard Ginny Hawker, seated alone on stage at Glenville State College, singing the most bone-chilling Primitive Baptist hymns you can imagine. And I've heard The Del McCoury Band at Carnegie Hall (the little one) in Lewisburg, and they were so high and lonesome it could make an Episcopalian handle snakes.

They all had soul. They all had that thing . . . that thing about music that makes us come back again and again and again.

Let me tell you some other places I've heard it.

I've heard it listening to a group of teenagers on a football field on a Friday night. I've heard it at a 7:30 AM choir practice. I've heard it in the middle of a rehearsal when eight or nine high school students decide they own a tune they've heard Cannonball or Miles play, and suddenly realize they have something to say that's worth hearing.

They all had soul, too.

The concert tonight has me confused, but it also has me angry. There were several hundred 18 and 19-year-olds there, some probably seeing a rock concert for the first time. They were probably excited, probably thought about what they should wear, wondered about seeing their first big superstar. Now they've left the arena not knowing the pure, electric joy that live music can bring.

Maybe Cee-Lo just didn't think a bunch of West Virginia college kids deserved that type of soul. You know what I say to that? "Fuck you."