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September 16, 2020
Several 30 seconds of greatness, formalists formally considered, Ray Davies informally considered, list-making explained, hip-hop unexplained, and the "The Harry Smith B-Sides" expurgated
[Q] Hi Bob, thank you for your years of attentive pleasure. I'm closer to my own delight thanks to how you've taught me to listen. Curious: what comes to mind when you think of your favorite 30 seconds of music? (A friend I asked this offered Herbie Hancock's intro to Wayne Shorter's "Infant Eyes" and Doug Martsch's bonkers guitar solo in Built to Spill's "Girl." I'd choose, I guess, the horns-answered-by-piano-rumble ending the first chorus of Lee Dorsey's "Get Out of My Life Woman" or the heavenly feather-light guitar that enters at 9:26 in Franco's "Tailleur.") Does your enjoyment attach to moments (a brief solo, a crescendo, a vocal flight or cry, a musical phrase of paralyzing beauty) as much as to whole songs or albums? Grateful as always. -- Jay B. Thompson, Seattle
[A] My first response to this impossible question (because there are so many and they're so fleeting) was that I treasure moments much longer than that, especially whole songs and beyond that whole albums. Only then I immediately began thinking of possibilities and checking them out. So having determined that Johnny Griffin's solo on Monk's "In Walked Bud" was far too long I'll leave my answer at first-response impulses unless Carola has the perfect answer when we discuss this, as we will. So the two artists who first occurred to me were Wussy, where the "Teenage Wasteland" lead proved a nonstarter before the "Airborne" verse with the "yours pile"-"floor tile" rhyme held up to 30-second parsing, and then--how could I forget??--the Beatles, whose first "Yeah yeah yeah"s-plus-verse on "She Loves You" and "Please Mr. Postman" outro are both a touch short but what the hell. Only then I thought of Franco & Rochereau's Omona Wapi, where 0:19-0:52 of the lead "Lisanga Ya Ba Nganga" is mostly Rochereau and his men, first chorale and then a solo turn, and irresistibly beautiful in my opinion. As is the whole track, come to that. The winner so far.
[Q] Do you consult with any other critics when compiling your year and decade-end lists? Carola included. -- AJ, London
[A] Of course I do. Why not, it's something to talk about as the year ends, and when I was at the Voice I did it all the time. These days, however, I converse regularly with very few critics, Joe Levy mostly. I also check out unfamiliar titles on lists published in December. But I always have an excellent preliminary database because I've not only reviewed and rated most of the likely candidates but put them in rough Dean's List order. So over the years most of my calculations have involved relistening and finalizing that order, which does move around quite a bit in December and January. And always there's input from Carola, who doesn't consider herself a critic but whose comments on what's playing in the dining room color my writing every month of the year.
[Q] I've been beguiled by your use of the term "formalism" in reference to bands and artists. In a general sense I can grok what you are saying but am wondering does the use of the descriptor formalist connote a sense of stylistic predictability or derivativeness? Is there an antonym in your critical arsenal for music that is the antithesis of formalistic? Below are a couple of abridged examples. It appears so often, and isn't necessarily correlated with whether you find something pedestrian or worthwhile. -- Martin Cassidy, Nashville
[A] Van Halen: Van Halen II [Warner Bros, 1979] So how come formalists don't love the shit out of these guys? Not because they're into dominating women, I'm sure. C+
R.E.M.: Fables of the Reconstruction [I.R.S., 1985] But as formalists they valorize the past by definition, and if their latest title means anything it's that they're slipping inexorably into the vague comforts of regret, mythos, and nostalgia. B+
Let me note to begin that the "they" in the Van Halen needs a clearer referent, a fuckup on my part--no telling whether it indicates the band or the formalists. I meant the band, thus suggesting that formalists may be clever, aesthetically sophisticated fellows, but they're probably just as sexist as the metal clods they disdain. And that's a start: formalists are aesthetes who may well be jerks in other respects and often lack the idiosyncrasy that makes pop music feel special. What do Van Halen and R.E.M. share? Both are technically brilliant bands that delight in recapitulating the musical essentials of their chosen genres, metal and folk-rock/indie-rock. That much only a bigger clod would deny. In Van Halen both Eddie Van Halen and David Lee Roth take their respective roles to new levels, just like R.E.M.'s guitar polymath Peter Buck and charismatically elusive Michael Stipe, whose early refusal to pronounce the band's lyrics said so much it didn't actually come out and say--that their collegiate following didn't actually care what the songs were "about" because the songs' sound was all that mattered to them. Preferring R.E.M.'s materials to Van Halen's and noting both that I warmed briefly to Van Halen when 1984 led with the great single "Jump" and that Stipe soon abandoned his mush-mouthed shtick, which in retrospect was what it was. But this isn't to say formalists can't be fun. My favorite example is Zion, Illinois's Shoes, who I don't recall even touring (though they did release a live EP). Basically, they just made records. And you could make a case that the Ramones were the greatest formalists in rock history. But after venturing that in relatively modern pop music it's a special province of power pop I'll say sayonara to a question best answered by a book no sufficiently smart person is likely to write.
[Q] Re: Ray Davies. Have not seen much, if any, reference or opinion on him in your review or other writings. Would really appreciate your thought on his writing with the Kinks and solo.
[A] This question addresses another great '60s bands that did its best work before the Consumer Guide got started. (Personal to Creedence questioner: so to an extent does yours.) I did actually publish a Kinks piece when I was just getting started at the Voice in early 1969, and it's OK for something I wrote overnight, as I did at the beginning there because post-Esquire I resented my $40 fee. And I paid a lot of attention to them when they moved from Reprise to RCA and commenced a theatrical phase that I never thought jelled, though at times I admired it. (Dave Hickey did a great review of one of their shows for me.) So let me say first of all that I love the Kink Kronikles comp and then add that Ray Davies wrote two of the greatest songs in rock history: "Waterloo Sunset," a clear candidate for number one, and "Lola." But I've never been sold on the RCA stuff and stand by the reviews I published except to say that some of the B plusses may well just have been B's. Basically, I think Davies has the terrible politics/worldview of a professional nostalgiac even though only such a nostalgiac could have written "Waterloo Sunset," which bottles up and decants the respect and affection due a past that deserves plenty of both. He regards himself as some kind of satirist or public observer but too often he's soft in the head. I've listened to some of his better-received recent stuff and didn't think it was terrible. But though I did try, I didn't think it was compelling either.
P.S. My Chicago and World Party reviews were supposed to make their fans wince. Glad the trick worked.
[Q] Bob: Could you tell us a little bit more about your relationship with hip-hop at the moment? I'm interested in how you decide what to write about these days, given the vast and ever-expanding universe of new music in the genre. Are there writers or publications you read regularly who keep you clued in? Do you struggle to keep your ears fresh, a problem that seems to affect a lot of longtime hip-hop followers given the radical changes (geographical, cultural, technological) the music has gone through over the last few decades? Are there subsets that interest you or speak to you more than others? Trends or sub-styles you find yourself gravitating toward or being put off by? I think you've written so well about so much hip-hop, and I would never want you to trade your idiosyncrasies for a more programmatic approach. But sometimes I wonder how, for example, Serengeti gets so much ink, and Drake so little? -- Richard, Atlanta
[A] Except for Pitchfork a little and to an even lesser extent Rolling Stone, I don't look anywhere for hip-hop advice. That includes the New York Times, where I've found Jon Caramanica's numerous discoveries of so little personal use that even when I do check one out the intent is basically informational--two plays max, usually one. I've written here before about my informed skepticism in re Soundcloud rap and how much I've come to hate the word "bitch." I do check out most high-charting hip-hop albums but seldom get to play three. Moreover, hip-hop is a singles music more than ever and I review albums; hip-hop is video-oriented and I haven't paid attention to music videos in well nigh thirty years. Even so I write about a lot of hip-hop for a 78-year-old white guy, just not at the same clip as when I was a 48-year-old white guy. I seem now to be one of the few critics to pay much mind to alt-rap, which has obviously lost what veneer of hip it ever had. So if it's somebody like Serengeti, who puts out a shitload of music much of which is to my ears at least engaging or interesting, I make my report, while though people have been telling me Drake is a pop god for years--my NYU students loved him--I've decided again and again that he's a pop bore. As in most music these days, I pay more mind to female artists than male, not because it's politically correct but because--statistically, far as I'm concerned--women are more excited about making music in almost every genre than men are, and have fresher perspectives to bring as well. That said, I find Buffalo's Westside Gunn crew of interest and just wrote about two terrific EP-length Black Thought "mixtapes" that got extraordinarily little attention. At 48, he has an official solo debut album coming out on a major this week. About time. I'll be on it.
[Q] The #1 reissue of 2020 will probably be The Harry Smith B-Sides due October 16, a four-CD box with the flip side of every 78 Smith included on his Anthology of American Folk Music. The box was years in the making but since the events of this summer, the producers chose to omit three tracks due to racist language--Bill and Belle Reed's "You Shall Be Free," the Bentley Boys' "Henhouse Blues," Uncle Dave Macon's "I'm the Child to Fight" (all on YouTube). All three songs feature the N-word in the lyrics. Do you agree with the producers' decision and how does omitting those songs which feature the same language you'd hear on many rap albums differ from the decision made by Clear Channel radio during that debacle years ago, or the controversy regarding the music of Kate Smith or Michael Jackson or R. Kelly? I think the decision is the PC thing to do and I'm OK with it, but wonder what the Dean thinks. -- LM, New York
[A] In general I'm opposed to censoring history, and having checked out all three of these, only the Macon via YouTube, I think omitting them is a big mistake. These are very interesting songs. Uncle Dave Macon, who in my fuzzily unresearched recollection was less than any kind of racial progressive (as very few white Southerners were back then and all too few are now, which is not to make special claims for white Northerners), sending black people also ID'd as "farmers" south is singled out as proof of high cruelty, as slaves sent further south in the 19th century had always said. In "Henhouse Blues," the C-word-that-rhymes-with-"moon"-not-N-word dreams of political success as a Black man only to further dream that--uh-oh, horror of horrors, maybe we should leave this politics thing alone--there's a woman president. And the "You Shall Be Free" saga is amazing, more than I can detail. To sum up what I think I've found out, the melody was lifted from a Black spiritual. The Reeds' version proved so fetching that unabashed tune thief Woody Guthrie recorded a rewrite called "We Shall Be Free," which was then lifted by Bob Dylan in an "I Shall Be Free" that began its life on 1962's Freewheelin' Bob Dylan as mostly womanizing and often arrantly sexist but also, in a few of its many verses, quite progressively race-conscious; in later iterations it attacked or at least mocked Barry Goldwater. The Reeds' version includes a stanza that goes: "Some people say a N-word won't steal/I caught three in my cornfield/One had a bushel, one had a peck" . . . and then, I think (but can this be?), "One had a rope around his neck." So what can that mean? Is the thief packaged ready for lynching, or has he recently escaped a lynching? Assuming that word is "rope," one or the other is what makes the most sense, but only if you assume making sense is the intention; after all, in the Guthrie version I've been playing "N-word" becomes "preacher," a great idea by me, and what I hear as the rope line turns into, Genius avers, "Other one had a roastin' ear down his neck," a much less great idea if it's even accurate. Should we really be discouraged from pondering these imponderables by omitting the Reeds' recording from this crucial archival reissue? Or is it just that mere record buyers may take the complications the wrong way? Sorry--I'm absolutely opposed whether my own account is useful or totally misses the boat, because either is possible and further investigation is called for. And as a PS I'll add that when Black rappers use the N-word, they're exercising legitimate claims on it that no white person shares. So that's a bullshit point.
August 19, 2020
Life with (and without) cats, some thoughts on the back catalog of James Brown (and Sinatra and Nat King Cole), Lady A versus the schlocksters, born again Dylan versus born again Kanye
[Q] Your wonderful post about The Zoo compelled me to finally pose this quite personal question. As far as I'm aware, nowhere in your canon have you ever mentioned having pets. Perhaps your living situation entails preventative rules, but since relationships with animals can be as profound as those with human family members, it's almost odd to imagine you never having enjoyed one. Any such stories from your love-filled life? -- Erin, Austin, Texas
[A] I had two cats as a child, neither of whom my mother, in most respects an exceedingly kind woman, would let sleep indoors. The first, a petite brown-and-white female called Taffy, was evicted and left in what my mother swore was "a good neighborhood" after gifting us with a dead bird on our back stoop. The second, a sleek gray male I called Pussycat so some cozier name wouldn't endear him to me, figured out the score and ran away twice, breaking my heart anyway, especially since I'd actually found him the first time. Carola, on the other hand, had at least 40 cats as a child including Crazy Baby, who went into labor on the dining room table one Thanksgiving. It was from two different litters in Carola's childhood abode that in early 1974, around when we began trying to conceive a child, we selected tiny gray Jane and bolder black Enterprise. Both were still with us when we adopted Nina in 1985, but by 1988 both had died, which Nina noticed and cried about. So for her fourth birthday we adopted a brother-sister pair. The exquisite, eccentric tabby female we named Orko (the androgynous sprite in Nina's beloved She-Ra) after she proved no Janeen (the intrepid secretary in Nina's beloved Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles), whose life Carola saved by discovering she would eat delicatessen turkey. The orange male we imagined as a red-headed German butcher and named Oscar. (At left above, clockwise from bottom, are Oscar, Carola, Orko and Nina.) Carola was very fond of Orko even though she liked to jump onto the bed and block Mom's nostrils with a paw to wake her up. But in all her multifelineous life, Carola has never met a cat she admired as much as Oscar, and neither, obviously, have I--not only was he perceptive and affectionate, nuts about mushrooms and good to his nutty sister, but he would let you scratch his belly and then salute you by passing his right paw over his eyes. The day we took him to the vet to be put down at 18, I lifted his wasted body to the bed and scratched his belly and he saluted me one last time. About two years later, a wobbly but still exquisite Orko expired on the floor. Feeling we'd never top Oscar, plus vacation sitters were getting harder to find, we've been catless ever since. But in December of 2016, in the only good news I can recall from that awful month, Nina took in brother-and-sister rescue kittens: agile, brilliant calico Cinnamon (above, right) and big, goofy, attention-craving tuxedo Kirk--the names they came in with, though the Kirk-Enterprise pairing is notable. Nina has proven both a fine portrait photographer and a devoted mother, once rescuing Cinnamon from a fire escape a floor up in the dead of a rainy night. Carola and I call them the grandchildren.
[Q] Starting with the Star Time box, the James Brown reissue program of the '90s was so revelatory and exciting so first let me thank you for turning me and I'm sure many others on to his amazing music which might not have gotten our attention otherwise as white boys. So my questions are why did you stop reviewing his albums in the late '90s (the last one you reviewed was his Say It Live and Loud concert) and do you recommend any of the four later releases (Dead on the Heavy Funk, Ballads, Love Power Peace, Funk Power 1970)? -- Ed Stephens, New York City
[A] At a certain point sorting out JB comps became too much work, especially since I had nowhere to write about them--my annual Xmas best-of roundup in the Voice had plenty of other fish to fry, and after I got canned there such detailed breakdowns weren't appropriate for the venues that were paying me. There was one partial exception, however: the James Brown obit essay I did for Rolling Stone Christmas week of 2006. That's reprinted in Is It Still Good to Ya? and hence embargoed until November of this year. But the credit line says "Substantially revised" for a reason--that essay was used as the basis for the rather different JB piece I wanted to preserve in my collection. Hence two discographical grafs were deleted from the RS piece, and for what they're worth, here they are:
[Q] A few months ago, there was a question here asking for your thoughts on ballad singers Dean Martin and Bobby Darin and you responded by saying you didn't care for either of them preferring Sinatra and many black pop singers starting with Nat King Cole. You've already written that your favorite Sinatra albums are Songs for Swinging Lovers and Nice 'n Easy so I'd like to ask where to start with the best Nat King Cole albums? -- Harry M, New York
[A] First of all, I would definitely add to my Sinatra A list In the Wee Small Hours and the late, deliberately creaky, self-selected old-man compilation Everything Happens to Me. As for Cole, well, as with Clapton a while back whaddaya know? An essay on Cole, written in 1992 and called "Across the Great Divide," leads my highly non-online 1998 Harvard University Press collection Grown Up All Wrong. You probably want two Cole collections, one of the '40s piano hipster and one of the pop smoothie nonetheless capable of 1948's surpassingly strange "Nature Boy." For the hipster: Rhino's Jumpin' at Capitol or conceivably the even jazzier Complete After Midnight Sessions. For the great crooner: probably the much spottier 2001 double The Nat King Cole Story, which like 1998's The Greatest Hits and 2005's The World of Nat King Cole I got for free back in the good old days and can't advise offhand on duplications etc. But one of each will certainly be a start.
[Q] You are a self-described fan of married life and the dynamics that go with it, which you relate in honesty and truth. As a newly married man myself, I enjoy reading on what's ahead, and am willing to get excited for the concept as I was willing to get excited about the music you so eloquently wrote about in the '70s CG columns. Is your appreciation of a musician's work colored by their domestic life? In particular, I think of Neil Young's recent spousal tumult (I believe he left his wife of many years for a much younger woman he met on the enviro-protest circuit), and I'd be interested to know if this and/or other things have colored your perception of his music. Of course, every person's choices are their own, but you're a critic by trade and surely such a staunch defender of marriage, however difficult the road, that you would have something to say. With best wishes to you and your wife. -- Robert, Prague, Czech Republic
[A] This is a vast topic, so I'll try to keep my answer as brief as practical. Recently I was asked to name some good marriage songs, and while Ashford & Simpson's "Is It Still Good to Ya?" and I think Marshall Crenshaw's "Monday Morning Rock" seem to have emerged from good marriages Etta James's remake of Otis Redding's "Cigarettes and Coffee" almost certainly did not--read her acerbic David Ritz as-told-to--and also, as I've indicated here, neither in many respects did John Lennon's "Oh Yoko." Nonetheless, Carola and I love them all equally as marriage songs, because the song is one thing and the singer is another. In so many differing ways, touring musicians do not lead lives conducive to domestic harmony, and that some should hold long marriages together anyway is a tribute to both the individuals and the institution. As for Young, he was married to Pegi for a very long time; they brought up a disabled child together. But Young is nonetheless an exceedingly eccentric and willful man, and I very much doubt his marriage would be much of a model for either you or me. It's also worth mentioning that his new inamorata, dedicated environmentalist Darryl Hannah, was a legendary blond bombshell actress in the '80s--famously gorgeous. But she's now 59. So at the very least this isn't one of those disgusting trading in the old sexual partner on a brand new model things in which rich men regularly indulge. P.S. You want good marriage music from a man, I doubt you could to better than Brad Paisley.
[Q] What do you think about Lady Antebellum and the Dixie Chicks changing their names in light of the George Floyd protests? -- Adam Montgomery, London
[A] As a preamble, let me say that the heightened racial consciousness the protests reflected and inspired is the most positive political development in recent memory, perhaps the century depending on how the tax-the-rich thing goes, and that these details are small potatoes. That leaves me free to report that I've always considered Lady Antebellum a dreadful band/group/entity whose Nashville schlock was worthy of a name I've always considered a racist excrescence designed to appeal to the worst impulses of the country audience. So they changed their name 14 years too late, and then turned out to have poached the new name from a Black artist. As long ago as June, they were tweeting that this was all a misunderstanding, that "the hurt is turning into hope," and the real Lady A, Black Seattle blues singer Anita White, seemed to concur. Now it's August and the real Lady A still awaits what she regards as a suitable cash settlement or another name change by the schlocksters. Whatever she can wring out of the guys with the overpaid lawyers won't be enough. As for the Dixie Chicks, well, I don't want to get embroiled here in the endlessly complex blackface minstrelsy matter, to which I devote some 8000 words in Book Reports. But if they think just plain Chicks sounds better than Dixie Chicks--just aurally, sans internal rhyme--their failure to write more good songs than we who've rooted for them wished they would becomes easier to understand.
[Q] When you look at the current state of Kanye West's career, do you see any parallels with Bob Dylan in the 1980s? A period where another great artist embraced rather disturbing political/religious/cultural views that were more notable than the terrible and irrelevant records he was releasing. If so does that give you hope that in time Kanye will similarly rally as Dylan did in the 1990s? -- Josh Palmes, Stamford, Connecticut
[A] No fucking way. Dylan's fleeting romance with Christianity was infinitely less noxious morally. It was also fruitful musically where West's "Christian" music is grandiose crap; if you'll look back at my reviews you'll see that Slow Train Coming was a B plus, his best album by me since Blood on the Tracks. Moreover, with the exception of his George Jackson song "George Jackson" and his Rubin Carter song "Hurricane," Dylan's retreat from politics dated back to the mid-'60s. His religiosity was nowhere near as pompous, self-aggrandizing, and devoid of any recognizable moral compass as West's, and he would never under any circumstances have been so perverse as to embrace a fascist like Trump--unlike Neil Young, for instance, he never even dallied with Ronald Reagan--or become so addled he didn't know evil when he saw it. Anybody can change, and West's musical genius is on the public record. But so is a megalomania Dylan has never gotten near. He deserves to be stowed in a mental hospital, period--preferably a public one in, say, West Virginia.
July 15, 2020
Grades that hold up (and one that didn't), lyrical determinacy (or not), Kendrick's minuses (and pluses), pleasant enough music, unpleasant mail and the eternal greatness of T.S. Monk's "Bon Bon Vie."
[Q] Are there some notable albums you had loved initially but in the process of time of time you think of them as much worse? You know, an A-, an A, or maybe even an A+ that has aged extraordinarily poorly; put out of context, there's not much left? -- Jakub, Olkusz, Poland
[A] Basically the answer is no, although the way David Murray's A plus Shakill's Warrior failed to bowl me over when I checked it out a while back is an exception--A plusses should be eternal, so I'd have to guess now that that one is an A minus. The reason it's only "basically," however, is that there are for sure some A minus albums out there that I haven't played since I reviewed them--statistically, it's inevitable. I wouldn't expect to immediately "get" every low A minus I haven't played in 20 or 30 years, but I also wouldn't replay unless I had a journalistic reason to do so even though it would only be fair to give it a second try. In general, however, such experiments work out very well--A minuses I literally haven't heard in two or three decades sound fine when I bring them back. I remember doing that a year or two back with two early-'70s albums by what I'd describe as black bohemians who got very little critical attention: Paul Pena in 1972 and "Mississippi Charles" Bevel in 1973. After almost half a century both were still clearly A minuses by me. Proud to say I seldom jump the gun or get carried away by either the conventional wisdom or my own contrarian tendencies.
[Q] Hi Bob! Another one of your Chinese fans here, wanna thank you for your work, I started following when I was 12, now I'm 25 and your writing has pretty much formed my musical tastes and still is the never failing compass to exciting new (and old) music. So! As a non-native English speaker, I've always wondered what your approach to the comprehension of lyrics in more obscure and less accessible music is. Might as well throw in some of the hip-hop and folk music (Dylan?). As I understand it, you play the records a couple of times and delve into them when the music really grabs you. I doubt that you understand everything all the time, so at what point do you decide that you need to read them? Do you always wait until you understand everything before you grade the records? (All the slang and cultural references in hip-hop music!) And what do you do if you can't get hold of the lyrics? -- Jo, Nantes, France
[A] As long as they're in English I always try to know what the lyrics are at least in general before I sign off on a record, which always takes more than a couple of times, and when they're not readily available I poke around trying to get a rough idea. Many people, some of them wonderful vocalists or otherwise gifted musicians, have really stupid ideas about politics, religion, and human relations, and many men have deplorable ideas about women. Not most, certainly, but for sure a few, and if I'm signing off on music that includes such ideas I at the very least want to be aware of it. Sometimes, of course, knowing the lyrics is literally impossible, because they're garbled or gargled. But Genius, which I refer to all the time, is a very useful if less than absolutely accurate resource, and often interviews and reviews help too. The lyrics aren't determinative and shouldn't be. The music generally continues to dominate my aesthetic response, though there are exceptions. But knowing what's there is just part of the job.
[Q] I'm probably grade-grubbing here, but you gave pretty much every Kendrick Lamar album an A-minus, which means there are some flaws holding it back from an A/A+. I'm curious to know what those flaws are--is it song-for-song inconsistency, or a general dislike for his ambitious concepts? And given that To Pimp a Butterfly came in 22nd on your best-of decade list (ahead of Modern Vampires, which got an A+) has your opinion changed? -- Oscar, Johannesburg, South Africa
[A] Not grade-grubbing--a reasonable question, especially given Butterfly's placement in my decade list, though if you look at the Dean's List for 2015 (via the Pazz & Jop tab on the robertchristgau.com homepage) you'll see it's number four there, because by year's end I'd already decided I'd underrated it. My problem with Lamar has always been his flow. I've just never gotten the kind of musical thrill from his soft-edged enunciation that I do from crisper and clearer rappers: Chuck D, Rakim, Jay-Z, Eminem, Nicki Minaj. Especially given that I made it a point to defend Kanye's somewhat awkward flow when he was getting dissed for it early in his tragic and increasingly reprehensible career, this is obviously a personal quirk of mine, one I might renounce altogether were I ever to spend a day or two bearing down on Lamar. A major artist without question.
[Q] A lot of young people coming off of the musical line of Vampire Weekend, Sufjan Stevens, Beach House, and Mitski feel like (Sandy) Alex G stands out brightly in Spotify's indie playlists. What did you think of his September 2019 album House of Sugar? Too pleasant with not enough being said? -- Alan, Canada
[A] I read those reviews and dutifully stuck the album up at the top of my Spotify Consumer Guide candidates, of which there are a lot. Assumed that I'd put it on now and then and eventually it would hook on between my ears the way all the artists you've named did after three-four-five plays--if not worth a full review, then at least what I still think of as an Honorable Mention. Didn't happen, so after a month or so I gave up. "Too pleasant without enough being said" may well be the reason--I note that the four artists you named all have both distinctly different sounds and lyrical approaches, the latter of which Alex G definitely does not.
[Q] Was looking through your grades recently (as one does with way too much free time on their hands) and was curious about your opinions on any Swans album past Filth (1983)? You gave it a B+, so I'd generally imagine you don't dislike their sound or their vibe in general. Or maybe on a broader topic: any strong opinions on Gira's work outside of the group? (Referring his solo work, Angels of Light, The World of Skin, or The Body Lovers / The Body Haters.) Can't really imagine you being a fan of the super heavy stuff, but thought I would ask anyway. -- Paul Attard, New York
[A] Sometimes in the late '80s, after I'd published a few derogatory words about Swans in contexts I no longer recall--possibly Voice Choices or something?--I got a letter from Michael Gira or someone claiming to be Michael Gira with a hand-written message explaining that the gluelike residue on the paper was Gira's semen and a few of his pubic hairs. By this time I'd decided that Swans weren't as funny as my B plus said they were, so I was convinced by this missive never to listen to them again. In fact, however, I did, early in this decade; don't remember which latish Swans album the Pitchfork boys got so exercised about, but I played it more than once and decided I'd done my duty. I can't say I was surprised when a few years ago singer Larkin Grimm accused Gira of raping her.
[Q] I fucking love "Bon Bon Vie." I mean, how could you not? This is an amazing song that deepens every time you listen to it. I'm just curious to know, considering how much you love Monk, do you think that the fact that it was made by two of his children influenced how much you love that song purely musically? -- Nicholas Auclair, Montreal
[A] Seems to me my CG album review answers the Thelonious question. But since you've given me this opening, I'm grabbing the chance to point out that the final chapter of my Going Into the City memoir is entitled "Bon Bon Vie" and includes the following paragraph:
June 17, 2020
Book picks, David Murray and Prince grades, singing with the brain, the two best albums never reviewed, and you say you want a revolution . . .
[Q] I haven't had the chance to buy Book Reports yet, but I was curious to know if you recommend any biography on Ella Fitzgerald, Miles Davis, Frank Sinatra, George Clinton, or Public Enemy or a book on New Orleans music. -- Nicolas Auclair, Montreal
[A] As you and I know, this question was simply the tag end of a long paean praising the first volume of Gary Giddins's superb two-volumes-so-far Bing Crosby biography and recommending some Crosby recordings on Spotify that I'll try to get to sometime. And as some may recognize, you are a frequent correspondent here, so much so that I'm rather shocked that you haven't yet purchased Book Reports. I will however name as you request other worthy books. Can't help on Ella and oddly enough don't know of a good P-Funk book; my records indicate that I read the David Mills oral history but I don't remember a thing about it. The Chuck D as-told-to Fight the Power has some jam. My favorite Miles Davis book is John F. Szwed's sharp and often alarming So What, although Ian Carr and Quincy Troupe, both of whom I've only looked at, are more renowned. James Kaplan's two volumes add up to the standard Frank Sinatra tome, but you could also read War and Peace instead. I admit to enjoying Kitty Kelley's scandal-mongering His Way, which is not to swear there's a true word in it; the Pete Hamill quickie Why Sinatra Matters has its virtues. New Orleans is different. I've only read in rather than through Jeff Hannusch's I Hear You Knockin' and Jason Berry et al's Up From the Cradle of Jazz but admire both, and recommend two biographies: Rick Coleman's Fats Domino and John Wirt's Huey Smith -- much of it's devoted to his lifelong fight to get his royalties, which proves a compelling and touching story. I also love love love the Ned Sublette memoir The Year Before the Flood: A Story of New Orleans.
[Q] Do you listen to every new release by the great David Murray or do you just check out ones that get good buzz? You haven't reviewed him since grading three of his albums in the '90s when you also mentioned five others: The Tip, Shakill's II, MX, Saxmen, and Special Quartet. I'd like to know if you highly recommend any of those five albums or any other recent ones since then. -- Tom Brooks, Portland, Oregon
[A] I was familiar with David Murray early because Voicer Stanley Crouch, who I edited for most of the '80s, was his drummer when the two got to NYC circa 1975. Soon it became apparent that he was not only a major tenor player but that--like Blood Ulmer and for that matter Ornette Coleman--his musical proclivities weren't especially trad and sometimes skewed rock/pop. He had more extra-jazz content and concept; he was never content to be a virtuoso within the jazz tradition. So as I did with Ulmer and Coleman, I followed him pretty closely when he was with Columbia and stuck with him when he moved to the adventurous Montreal label Justin Time. But on Justin Time he was encouraged to record all the time, and as the ideas thinned out and the CDs didn't automatically arrive in the mail he just kind of slipped my mind. When I got your question I hadn't thought about him in years. Went to Spotify and found loads of stuff I would have had to dig around for and possibly buy on spec 10-15 years ago. Played two or three and really liked a ballad album called Tea for Two. On the other hand, when I pulled out the A plus Shakill's Warrior in what may have been the first time in 25 years, one thing became clear quick: not an A plus. Tom Hull has been following him much more closely. If you're curious check out what he has to say.