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Oh goodness. I am going to step on some toes today… I’ll be honest, I am almost afraid to do this one, but I must. Too many people think this person is talented and fantastic and awesome and beautiful. I disagree with all points. What use is what I think? Why should my opinion matter? Like my bio says: I attended Musician’s Institute. I spent almost two years surrounded by amazing musicians. I got to sit in practice rooms with some of the best singers I have ever heard. I sat in on vocal classes during my free time to get a sense of what was and is a good singer. I have played with men and women that could sing the pants off of any, ANY!, pop/rock/rap singer on the radio. I live and breathe music. I KNOW MUSIC! It might be all I know, but I know it…

So… Now that that is out-of-the-way…

That is Ridiculously Bad!

Lady Gaga

If I wanted to watch a cheap, trashy, far less talented version of Madonna… wait, who am I kidding, I wouldn’t even listen to Madonna, so why would I subject myself to something worse?

If I pumped myself full of that much auto-tune, I too could sound half decent. But I can’t sing, and neither can Gaga. You know what Lady Gaga is in the music world? A rogue back-up singer. She can carry a tune, but can’t SING.

We’re talking about a girl who quit music school because she thought she was better than the other people there.. A girl who says things like, “I just wanted to do it alone, so it was me and my piano.” SOURCE! [1] Is this sound reason for dropping out of music school? no.  That just sounds like a whiny little girl who didn’t get along with her music instructors.

Now my opinion of her beauty is, let’s face it, my opinion. so let’s just leave it at I don’t find her pretty.

NOW! The one thing I will give this tiny little freak, is her music videos are astounding. Visually. They are very VERY well done. So kudos on the visuals Lady Gaga. But lay off the “singing”.

Okay! That is all I will say about that.

-Ace (soon to be murdered by a raging Gaga fan) Lancin- RIP

I might be a little biased in the type of musician’s I choose to write about, but I don’t care. Which means, today, another bass player. Sorta. This guy was more than a bass player. One of the best players to have ever lived, A fantastic big band leader, an amazing composer, a noteworthy producer, and A psycho.

Jaco Pastorius

Jaco

Jaco Pastorius

This edition of That is Ridiculous has been somewhat difficult for me to get out. I started writing this on Tuesday June 19th and it is now Thursday June 21st and I still don’t have it done. The reason this is so hard, Jaco! Jaco was an inspiration to just about every bass player out there.   “I think I succeeded in finding my own sound, but I think it’s obvious that Jaco is a big influence when you hear me play (at least sometimes).” -Marcus Miller-

Jaco’s playing style grabbed everyone’s attention right out of the gate. His first Album, Jaco Pastorius (1976) got him two Grammy Award Nominations. (When the Grammy’s still meant something.) And Jaco was inducted into the Down Beat Jazz Hall of Fame in 1988. He was one of only four bassists get the honor, and the ONLY electric bassist to get the award.

Jaco has played with Weather Report, Herbie Hancock, Pat Metheny, Joni Mitchell, Trio of Doom, Blood, Sweat & Tears, Word of Mouth, Al Di Meola, Ian Hunter, Biréli Lagrène, Mike Stern, Flora Purim, and Airto Moreira.

Sadly, in 1982 Jaco was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. His behavior and antics kept getting stranger and more erratic. There are rumors of him stripping naked on stage and coloring his face with magic marker…

September 11th, 1987 Jaco sneaked on stage at a Santana Concert, he was thrown out of the concert. He then went to the Midnight Bottle Club, where he and the bouncer Luc Havan got into a fight. Jaco was put into the hospital where he slipped into a coma. And on September 21st, 1987 Jaco Pastorius died of a brain hemorrhage. Luc Havan plead guilty to manslaughter and was sentenced to 22 months in jail, he served four of those months and was released on good behavior.

I know these articles are usually short. But I had to say more! IT’S JACO! All I can say, go listen to all the Jaco you can. Read what he had to say. Learn from him. He was such a great bass player it would be a shame to not learn from him.

Jerry Jemmott: “Any advice for musicians, young and old?”
Jaco: “Just to keep your minds open, keep an open head about music…
I grew up in Florida where there is no real musical prejudice,
there was all sorts of music, everyone was playing everything
from Cuban music to symphonic music…keep listening…
keep your ears open…”

-Ace Lancin-

I seem to be really bad at keeping a schedule…

Every time most men hear the sound of a banjo they think about Deliverance. And then they cringe.

When I think of banjo I think about the Prelude to Bach’s Violin Partitia #3. I think about Crazy fusion jazz/bluegrass. In short I think about Bela Fleck.

This dude really is ridiculous!

Notice how he plays that whole thing without reading the music. He’s got that mess in his HEAD!

I have been listening to Bela for years. Named a cat after him. His band Bela Fleck and The Flecktones is one of the best. Victor Wooten Trumps the low end for little ol’ Bela.

 

 

I recommend anyone interested in music should go out and check out anything they can by Bela Fleck, his music will open your mind to new musical possibilities.

Ace Lancin

 

p.s. You all wanna know something else ridiculous!? Prometheus! Go see it. It was extremely ridiculous. I need to see it again…

Les Claypool!

The man with the bass.

When I was attending Musician’s Institute I took a class that dumbfounded me. Who would make an entire class devoted to one man? What man, bass player at that, would be worthy of his own ninety minute class? Well! Les Claypool of course!

When people are asked to name some great bass players usually only a handful pop into peoples minds; Flea, Patitucci, Collins, and (of course) Claypool. But out of all of these bass players Claypool stands in a class all by himself. He redefined solo bass playing. He made bass cool and made Primus suck. (For those of you that don’t know, “Primus Sucks” was what the band Primus would get their crowds to chant at shows.)

Anyways. You aren’t here to read my rant on how awesome Les Claypool is. So let’s get to some music!

Look at that man play that wicked six string bass… Freak! Oh yeah… And Buckethead often comes out and plays with Mr. Claypool… What a small world…

This next video I am going to share is Les playing an instrument called a Whamola. One string, a pick-up, a pulley system, and a drum stick! It’s a dirty, gritty, gravely sound. Lovely. Oh, yes, Les is the monkey playing the stick…

AAAAAAnd there he goes off stage…

Hope you enjoyed this madness…. I think it is safe to say that Les Claypool is Ridiculous!

-Ace Lancin-

 

Okay.. Well it has been a while. I apologize. Honestly, I haven’t been inspired by anything new in a while. But! Something has inspired me! And I have an idea! I think I shall start a new series… One day a week I will Publish, what I am going to call, “That is Ridiculous!” I am going to pick an artist or band that I deem RIDICULOUS! for whatever reason. And not usually ridiculous bad…. That kind of ridiculous that makes you want to quit being a musician, crawl into the dark corner of your closet, and beg the world to stop being so cruel! But there will also be some bad ridiculous. I will not aim to offend anyones likes or dislikes in music, but if it happens… Maybe you should rethink your tastes! These will be short and sweet Articles right to the point.

SO! LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!

THAT IS RIDICULOUS!

BUCKETHEAD

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Brian Carrol, otherwise known as Buckethead is, well, how do I put this?… A freak. Buckethead is a guitarist. He mostly does solo work but he has worked in many bands and most of them, we all know and love.

I am most familiar with Buckethead through his work with Les Claypool. But i went and bought a recent album of his called Electric Sea. Total shock, it shocked me. It was beautiful, and smooth and i added to my sleepytime music list. I am a fan of the ridiculous.

Some people might look at this big tall man wearing the KFC bucket on his head and a blank mask and this he is all show… Those people are so wrong they should be hung by their toenails.

ok, enough talking. Let’s hear it!

                THIS                 IS                      RIDICULOUS!!!!

GOOD DAY TO YOU ALL!!!!

I will see you next week!

-Ace Lancin-

Yeah… There’s Christmas metal…

I’ll just make a list! Not necessarily the top three, but three I am being thoroughly entertained by at this time!

This one actually snuck up on me. Trying to find a version of O Come all Ye Faithful to play for worship at church… Needless to say… We sound the version we will play… THIS ONE! TWISTED SISTER!

Good ol’ Psychostick! They know how to make a man laugh, and punch Santa in the junk…

I know, Weezer isn’t metal. I don’t care. They are Weezer!

To be honest with you all… I am not a big fan of Christmas music. It does not appeal.

I’m just a freak…

ACE

Dale Nickey - Time Takes No Prisoners

When I was asked to review an album by Dale Nickey, I’ll be quite honest when I say I was unfamiliar. There’s no backlog to review here, no hype, just this simple, unassuming album from 2001 entitled Time Takes No Prisoners. On its cover is a colorful sketch of two human figures. The words “Dale Nickey” are written at the bottom. No frills, no fanfare, but what lies inside?

The album starts out with Sleeping…, drums by Cyril Atef and soothing viola work from Novi draw you in to what turns out to be quite aptly named. This song is made sleepy by the syrupy smooth vocals of Dale Nickey. The longest song on the album sets the tone for a delightfully dreary piece of art. This song reminds me of a rainy day, but not in a bad way. The percussion on this track is like a warm fire kindling nearby and a good book in your hand on the rainy day created by its vocals.

Last Lonely Eagle is immediately very bluesy. I feel like I’m in a jazz club dressed in black and listening to some beat poet draw the room in. I can’t help but to liken his vocals to that of a Randy Newman or perhaps a Levon Helm of The Band. Nickey’s vocals are accented by the backing vocals and scat work of Julie Griffin. Congas by Emmitt Sharon definitely provide a rolling beat behind the jazzy bass line by Dale Nickey. I found myself bobbing my head to the rhythm.

Dale, Playing at the Troubador in 1982

I felt like I stepped into the deep south when I first heard the strums on Stained Glass Heart. I felt like I was in a Mark Twain novel as Dale Nickey sang about summer days and lemonade stands, overalls and other pictures the make the collage of someone on a raft adrift in Tennessee. This song felt more like the latest album from Maylene and The Sons of Disaster than I care to admit. Though that’s not a slight on either artist, it means that the musical styles of Dale Nickey and Maylene of the Sons of Disaster was once so vastly different, that my disappointment with the change to a more radio friendly direction from Dallas Taylor and his boys, that I just had to point out how eerily similar they come to something from a decidedly different kind of artist. Don’t worry if you have no idea what I’m talking about, that was more of a vent for myself than anything else.

I will say this about Dale Nickey’s music: he has great intros to his songs that draw you in. This rings true in the fourth song, Factory Floor, which speaks of lost love, it seems. I was a bit surprised by the lyric, “In the dark and useless night, when he’s deep inside you, close your eyes and imagine it is me.” It’s a clever lyric that denotes the jilted lover’s new love could never compare. This song reminds me of Wilco a little. The Darth Vader-esque breathing in the background is an interesting touch that adds to the song. Cool outro too.

Sensitive Mind is a little angsty. I comes off as someone who’s had enough of being a doormat and frustrated with life just a little bit, but in the end, he knows he is. This song is a little ditty that says a lot; it says that Dale Nickey’s been at this game for a long time, he still hasn’t reached a high level of success, and it’s frustrating, but ultimately, he’s content where he is.

And then there’s Lynnssong, which was written about his ex-wife. The song opens with the sound of rushing water. You can almost feel the anger in the lyrics, “I told you I’d write a song for you, now I guess this one will have to do. Waking breath begets ungrateful sides. Nice to know that we still try.” Anyone can relate to giving everything you’ve got to a person in a relationship and receiving much less in return. In the end, the analogy of a tree he’s painted, with roots so deep, becomes another casualty of deforestation, metaphorically, of course.

Sadness in Your Smile is a rich song, helped along by piano work by Dale Nickey and the pleasant backing vocals by Julie Griffin. The viola work by Novi also adds a nice touch to the richness of the music. This song feels like a dream, floating on a cloud. Of course, the cloud is making rain, because the song is sad. Favorite lyric: “Love can heal your soul, or love can steal you blind, love can let you know or make you lose your mind.”

The final track on the album is the title track, Time Takes No Prisoners. It’s an upbeat, fun song that reminds be a bit of Jessica by The Allman Brothers Band. I also hear a little bit of Pinball Wizard by The Who, a little bit. The lyrics just focus on the nature of time and how we need to make the most of it because we only have so much. It’s a simple concept and the song it filled with plenty of beautiful instrumentals to compliment its  contemplative vocals.

If you’re in the mood for something different, check out Dale Nickey’s Time Takes No Prisoners. Dale is a great songwriter and musician.

As always, I urge you, support independent artists!

You can buy Dale Nickey’s Time Takes No Prisoners here.

Manther

man·ther [man-ther] noun, plural – menther, (especially collectively)

  1. A hybrid, composed of bits of man and panther
  2. Informal . The male version of a cougar; an older man who preys on younger women.
That is the definition of a Manther. When it comes to music, Manther is the definition of a funky, white boy hip-hop tribute to all things late ’80s/early ’90s nostalgia. Hip, Ironic, Silly. All of these words could easily describe the collaboration of members Kevan Hanson, Erich McVey, and Mitch Morris. Yet, you have to admire the attention to detail, flow, and clever wordplay of their lyrics. Upon first listen, these three may sound like they are just having fun, but the more you delve in and listen, you can’t help but bob your head, dance like a fool, and really enjoy the wonderfully crafted beats no doubt masterminded by producer Daniel “DJ Bones” Jones.
The album begins with a track called “Nerdy Girl.” The song sets the tone right away: Manther is different. Smart, funny, and dare I say catchy? Manther likes a girl with a little meat on her cerebellum.
Then they switch gears and serenade the girls with “Sweat It”, a track that does self promotion as most hip-hop tends to do, and does it well. And so also does this track introduce the listener to Manther’s obvious love affair with Rockstar Energy Drinks. Listen to this song “one time and you contemplate it.” Ok?
Then there are a couple of songs that are quite frankly forgettable. Oh wait, no…this is Manther we’re talking about. The next song takes us back to “1985″ a time that actually did not look much like George Orwell’s depiction of a dystopian future. But they don’t stop there, oh no, Manther takes us to 1925 with “them naughty flapper girls”. I won’t spoil the rest of the song for you, but again, subject matter aside, I literally can not stop myself from moving to the electric, bouncy beat of yesteryear.
With “Party on a Weekday”, Morris, McVey, and Hanson ride a sliding, poppy beat to the party that defies all odds. A party without alcohol, that occurs not on Friday or Saturday, but a weekday. This song reminds me of summer, which reminds me of Cactus Cooler for some reason. Don’t ask. This song, like nearly every track on the album, is something I definitely could hear playing at a party. The ironic thing would be to hear this at a party that consists of mainly beer pong and general craziness. Yet, I could still see it happening. As Kevan Hanson quips in the song, “Yeah, that’s right.”
At number five, we have “Freak This Beat”. This, along with the simply named “Dance” is so catchy it should be illegal. Now keep in mind, I don’t like most of what gets heavy radio play. I don’t think being catchy automatically means a song is good. But it’s nice and refreshing to hear a dance song with freak in the title not be rife with overt sexual references and the objectification of women. I don’t mean to get up on my high horse/soapbox here, but that’s overdone, especially in hip-hop. Manther may need to be lumped in with Will Smith on Eminem’s “don’t got to cuss to sell records” list. I do declare.
Now, here’s where I may start to get a little critical, if only to make things more interesting for the reader. “My Baby” is not my favorite track on the record. I like it, but I feel like the album could do just fine without it. As much as I enjoy the deep, vibrating bass lines in the song, the song is very repetitive and I could have done without a few repeats of the song’s title. Yet, as I say this, I notice that out of all the songs on the album, this song has the most listens on my iTunes. Curious.
McVey
On that note, we come to what is probably my favorite song on the album. “Dance”. Yes, it’s a command. What, you think I don’t like this song? I’ll show you; I played that song at my wedding. So let it be known, even if no one else has done it, Manther has played at a wedding and roughly 70 people heard it. Granted, some of them did not do as the song commands, but no song would have brought some of these people to the dance floor, it’s just not their bag, ok? Yes, but back to the song. There really isn’t much to it, but again, it’s refreshing to see a dance song that keeps it simple and clean. The song says, “Let me see you dance.” I say, listen to this song a couple times and let me see you not dance. I dare you to try it.
Then we come to “Ridin’ Like a Ghost”, a song that may or may not have sample Super Mario Bros. The games, not that ridiculous movie with John Leguizamo. This song is a tribute to the past time of, well, riding on a car with no driver. Unsafe? Maybe. Fun? Most definitely. But Manther doesn’t do anything halfway. “Kevan Hanson and those Creepy Crawlers” ghost ride the whip in style. Again, this is a track you may find yourself listening to over, and over, and over.
“I Am A Manther.” Well, not me, per se, but DJ Bones, Mitch Morris, Erich McVey and Kevan Hanson “try to keep it clean, never causing a scene or saying any obscenes”. This song is a Rockstar  and candy fueled trip into the Manther lifestyle. The guys explain their individual styles and tastes in women while they bring back a style many thought lost. While programs like Mad Men and Pan Am seek to bring back 1960s style, Manther dares to embark 30 years into the future and bring back ’90s style. This song is aptly named, as it serves as a sort of mission statement for the band. These guys bring fun, nostalgic, catchy music to the masses without spoiling it with the four letter words usually associated with the genre.
Hanson
“Goodwillionaires” reveals where the Manther guys find their latest fashions. Second hand stores have an important place in our society. Yes, they are a place for the less fortunate to go to afford clothes and outdated electronics. I mean, who doesn’t want a Sega Genesis without the power cord or a controller? Without it, I’ll look ridiculous pretending to play Sonic The Hedgehog. But really, step into a fancy store like Forever XXI and you’ll find throwbacks to the ’60s, ’70s and even the turn of the century, but where do you find ’80s and ’90s throwbacks? Where can you find all the stuff that Manther loves to wear? eBay? Yes, but come on, Ross and TJ Maxx just aren’t cutting it in that department. Manther rocks the gear they find at second hand stores, so much so, that they are VIPs. This is a fun song that explores the joys of shopping at a glorified yard sale. Good on ya, Manther.
“Missin’ The Supersonics” I already featured here in music video form. I have to say, I can relate to this song, as many people can. It’s a somber tune about a (semi) serious subject. Though I will admit I’m a fan of the Oklahoma City Thunder in its current incarnation, there was a special quality to the ‘Sonics. Of course, moving the team back where many people feel it belongs won’t bring back guys like Shawn Kemp and Gary Payton, it is sad to see a team with such a storied history just uproot and leave the city it’s most known for. The team may live on, but it will never be the same. This song memorializes the glory days of a franchise now disenfranchised. Now some may disagree with Manther’s pronouncement of Oklahoma City as “literally the worst town in the USA”, namely denizens of the aforementioned city, but these are the words of a group of men who have lost their beloved team. Give them a break…and a listen.
Morris
Now we transition from Washington to Oregon, Autzen, to be specific. Now here’s a song that masterfully crafts both a tribute to the band’s home team, the Oregon Ducks, beginning with a marching band that I can only assume, as a somewhat ignorant Californian, to be the team’s own battle cry and both The Mighty Ducks movie series and several ’90s references. Many people roll with the Ducks each season through a variety of sports. I haven’t spent much time in Oregon, but this song had me convinced that I too “should be rolling with the Ducks”.
Finally, Manther caps it off with a song that reminds me of exactly none of their other songs. A driving drum beat, a synthesized, spacey sound flows through it, making it epic, almost operatic sounding. The theme of the song is a journey, by boat, to be sure with the destination yet unknown. I like it, if only because it shows the range of this band and the lengths they will go to in order to set themselves apart from your standard issue hip-hop group. Land, Ho! Ahoy! This song makes me feel like a pirate as the album ends with waves crashing on the shore.
In summary, Manther is not your average hip-hop group and I think that’s great. They have their own sound, their own look, and dang are they classy. Whether you like Hip-Hop, Pop, Rock, Country, or really don’t care that much for music at all…give Manther a try. If nothing else, you may find you’re smiling for some inexplicable reason. How should I know? I just write about music.
If you want more Manther, check them out on Facebook, Myspace, and YouTube. As always, keeping checking back to The Stereo Lounge for more album reviews, band interviews, and general music information.
- Kevin