Camera Obscura's Latest Album "Desire Lines"

(I'm having shoulder surgery in less than 7 hours. It's 12:22 am.)

Camera Obscura
Desire Lines

cool, rhythmic, jazzy, soulful, soft, mellow, Scottish pop music: plenty of quips, barbs, humour, melody, stories, self-deprecation, heartbreak, squish squish, plenty of poems, squish squish, I love this music, I have since "Underachievers Please Try Harder". Is there a better album title? Is there a better album? It was a record in Prospect Park I listened to and felt better. It might be the one album that I associate with a good time in my life. laugh out loud. The Tea Lounge cafe in Park Slope, 7th and Union, where I went with my loneliness, and my loneliness left me to talk to the hot barista for a while so I could listen to Camera Obscura or maybe stream an Oakland A's game when mlb.tv was in its infancy. I love this music. And now Desire Lines, with its unsurprisingly beautiful cover art, and its surprisingly groovy first two tracks. You're like "damn, that's kindof Jay-Zesque". Ok, no. nobody says that. But, Curtis Mayfield, yes, definitely yes, and I'm thinking of the song "So In Love". Camera Obscura brought a surprising groove to the potluck at my house, and it makes me feel damn happy again, again at a good time in my life.

Camera Obscura
Desire Lines

with love in lines of desire,
Anthony

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESTd0AHkzlQ

Jazz and the Wes Montgomery Anomaly

I've never really been into Jazz. I always thought it was too complicated. Give me the simple, funky bass lines of Bob Marley and the Wailers, a fat Tupac beat or the simple three chord folk songs of Woody Guthrie. But Jazz, it never really lit me up.

Many of my friends and acquaintances love Jazz. Many people suggested I listen to John Coltrane, Miles Davis, Duke Ellington, Thelonious Monk, Charlie Parker, Dave Brubeck, Art Blakey...the list goes on and on. I've always felt that jazz musicians are the most intellectual and probably the "best" musicians. I hold them in higher regard than the best classical musicians. Obviously it would be impossible to say who was more gifted: Mozart or Coltrane. But most of the time, I'll go with the jazz musician. The technical ability combined with the ability to understand the foundation of a piece of music and then be able to improvise is mind blowing. I have John Coltrane's "Blue Train" and Miles Davis' "Kind of Blue". But my relationship with jazz is much more one of almost detached appreciation rather than soul squishing enthusiasm.

This changed recently when I listened to Wes Montgomery for the first time. Two people I respect maybe most in the world when it comes to music (music period, regardless of genre or ability) are my friends Alex Gedeon and Lyn Hinegardner. In another post I will explain why. When these two talk about music, each in their own very different way, I listen. Alex once told me, a while back, that he bought his first guitar after listening to Wes Montgomery. He wanted to be Wes Montgomery. He wanted to play jazz guitar brilliantly with his thumb in place of a pick like Wes Montgomery. I found out more recently, last Saturday night to be specific, that Lyn also bought a guitar many years ago with the hope of playing guitar like Wes Montgomery.

I should have at least checked out Wes Montgomery after hearing it inspired Alex to start playing and go buy a guitar. But it wasn't until Lyn also relayed her deep appreciation for this man's music and playing that I finally got wise. I'm a slow, slow learner so often. Lyn and Alex don't know each other, and they play and appreciate such different music, which made this even more amazing to me. And if asked, I never would have guessed Wes Montgomery played such a significant role in their musical lives. It's so cool.

So finally this last week, I went on iTunes, did some quick research, purchased "Incredible Jazz Guitar", supposedly one of Montgomery's early and important albums. Then I finally understood. Ah ha. Ok. This dude, man, there is just something different. He plays with more soul, his notes hit harder, like a Bob Marley bass line or a funky rap beat. And, of course, now I'm like, what is my problem? I need to go back and listen again to Charlie Parker, Ornette Coleman, Coltrane, Davis, all the Jazz greats. It's amazing how one musician can open (or re-open, in my case) an entire genre of music. And as a music lover, this experience reminds me how important and necessary it is to listen to and draw inspiration from all forms of music, from all over the world. I'll need to do a blog on Nusrat Fateh Ali Kahn or Fela Kuti or Philip Glass or the many other musicians who we don't hear on mainstream music outlets here in the U.S. yet who have significantly impacted so many great mainstream artists. And more importantly, whose music is just incredible.

Don't be stupid like me, go out and buy "Incredible Jazz Guitar", "Tequila", "Live at the Tsubo-Berkeley, CA" or any other album by Wes Montgomery. You'll be giving yourself a gift.

with love for the opening of hearts to new music, and to the special music and playing of self-taught Wes Montgomery,
Anthony

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZDs3KgnQJk

Elliott Smith: Love Songs, (Los) Angeles and Suicide?

"i can make you satisfied in everything you do"

Elliott Smith died on October 21, 2003, at the age of 34. It was my understanding that he committed suicide. He died from two stab wounds to the chest. Reading his wikipedia article, I was surprised to learn that there is at least some doubt about whether or not it was suicide. The Los Angeles police declared the autopsy inconclusive. The case remains open. In reading the article, it's hard to believe Elliott Smith did not commit suicide. He had a long history of extreme depression, anxiety, paranoia and drug addiction. My quick internet search me convinced he died by his own hands. Of course, I could be wrong.

Like many others, but not all, I was introduced to Elliott Smith's music through Good Will Hunting, the movie and soundtrack that featured five of his songs, including the song Angeles. Angeles hurts to listen, it soaks blood, it leaves readers in a universe of tension between the luck of the draw and the scientific skill involved in the quest for love.

For all the lonely, shy geniuses out there playing music on a stage that fills you with horrific fear, my wish for you is only that you find peace. On or off stage. Your music may be beautiful. But your life is more valuable.

Sometimes the pain is so deep and terrible, there is only one end. Inevitable, we who can bare our lives watch as our loved ones, whether they be far or near, choose to end things on their terms, even if the terms, the words, the phrases, the decisions are impossible to make sense of, irrational, delusional. They make the decision. We suffer. They suffered.

My heart is open, delusional and feeling the pain as I listen to this ghost song on repeat. Angeles. As in, Los Angeles? I don't know. The city of angels takes another addict into a heaven that only exists in the music that remains.

"and be forever with my poison arms around you"

with love for all that is done to prevent suicide (1-800-273-8255 - national suicide prevention hotline),
Anthony

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=La8Y6n0oqz0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMSU4QDbdew

someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill
says i seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill
what's a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill
so glad to meet you
angeles
picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made
go on and lose the gamble that's the history of the trade
did you add up all the cards left to play to zero
and sign up with evil
angeles
don't start me trying now
cos i'm all over it
angeles
i could make you satisfied in everything you do
all your 'secret wishes' could right now be coming true
and be forever with my poison arms around you
no one's gonna fool around with us
no one's gonna fool around with us
so glad to meet you
angeles

(Lyrics courtesy of http://www.sweetadeline.net/langeles.html)