Sunday, February 27, 2011

Rasputina: Highline Ballroom 2/26/11

How Soon is Now?
There's not much left that I can say about Rasputina after seeing and talking about them for over a decade now. The thing about Rasputina is, no matter how many times I see them live... it's a pleasure to be there. Every time I hear the strum of that throaty cello, it is a pang in my ribcage and a sinking sort of romance in my head. The chills that run up and down my spine and wriggle around my brain have never ceased in all the years that I have been attending their shows. It has to be true love, for these feelings have only gotten stronger with the years.

Melora's playing is perfection incarnate- the delicate intricacies of her cello performance is rivaled only by her protege Daniel DeJesus. Her unique voice with its strange and charming inflections rang out melodically throughout the entire concert, drawing smiles across the faces of her fans as the sound of it fluttered over us. If Melora's singing was the meat of the song, then paired with it, like a fine wine was Daniel's backing vocals, which added body and an extra emotional depth.

Snow Hen of Austerlitz
It is quite clear just by listening to last night's performance that Melora does indeed run a very tight ship. Each song was deliberate and concise and as always an epic pleasure to listen to.

Someday, I hope to be able to boast seeing Rasputina enough times to fill an entire year. It would be one of the greatest years of my life, for sure.





Here's the setlist from what I remember.. (out of order)

1816, The Year Without a Summer.
Holocaust of Giants.
Thimble Island.
Snow Hen of Austerlitz.
Possum of the Grotto.
Saline the Salt Lake Queen.
Oh Bring Back the Egg Unbroken.
In Old Yellowcake.
How Soon is Now?
This, My Porcelain Life.
The New Zero.
Barracuda.
The 2 Miss Levens.
Calico Indians.
Wacth T.V.
Signs of the Zodiac.

My personal highlight: Hunter's Kiss.


Saturday, February 26, 2011

Voltaire: Highline Ballroom 2/26/11

There are so many potential adjectives, metaphors, and similes one can use when describing the man known as Voltaire. Yet, the first thing that pops into my head is this... Voltaire is a GOTH Weird Al Yancovic... 


But honestly, that’s too narrow an explanation of the man. Most of his expansive catalog is original and is soaked with sarcasm, screaming with morbid visual imagery, and positively dripping with obscure and ridiculous Gothic pop-culture references. When you first take a look at Voltaire, it comes as no surprise to find him dressed in all black- black pants, black shoes, black shirt, and even a well-tailored black brocade jacket, with a tilted black top hat partially obscuring his face. Beyond the dapper black top hat- we find a man of pale complexion with dark hair, and dark eyes- no big surprise considering the style. What amazes you, however, is the inevitable revelation of his half cocked smile while he jovially jokes with the audience. What he’s saying between songs, and even while he plays is usually some melodramatic self-deprecating jab about his looks and character, his wife, friends, fans, or the idiots plaguing life in general-- all while taking enormous swigs of booze- erm- I mean "Apple Juice". 


Despite your Goth tendencies, it’s hard not to laugh out loud at the playful tunes he bellows out. Songs like “Zombie Prostitute” will have you cringing while you chuckle, and the “Twilight” Edition of “Vampire Club” will have you rooting for Team Voltaire by the time the song is done.  Sometimes, it’s good to not take yourself so seriously, no matter what genre you might be affiliated with.

Here's a disorganized list of some of the tunes bellowed out 
by Voltaire whilst playing a BROWN (**gasp**) guitar:

Death, Death (Devil, Devil, Evil, Evil Song)
Zombie Prostitute.
Hate Lives in a Small Town. 
All Women are Crazy. 
Brains!!!
When You're Evil. 
Vampire Club (Twilight Edition)

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Decemberists at The Beacon Theatre January 25th

The Beautiful Beacon Theater
The Decemberists are common folk with uncommon taste. As eclectic genre hoppers they try to transcend a specific style and just play in the tune of what inspires them. I stand by what I've said about them in the past, they're wandering minstrels. They find inspiration in every corner of what ever continent they happen to be upon. The crowd of a Decemberists show is just as wayward a group of lost souls as the band-members themselves. In the sprawling crowd you could see the young, old, & middle-aged. You saw the hippies, the rockers, the hipsters, the mathematicians, the literary scholars, and the dropouts all gathering to stand and smile while gently rocking and humming along to the Decemberists' song. 


Sadly for me, there isn't a rather substantial bone in my body that has an ear for modern country music, so, you can imagine my disappointment when I gave a listen to The Decemberists newest album "The King is Dead". I even had a brief moment of regret at buying my ticket to the show! However, I'm glad to say that I minded the live renditions of the songs from the new album significantly LESS than on the recording. These are a very talented group of musicians INDEED. For, who else could get me to listen to country-esque sounding music, and NOT totally hate it? I honestly wasn't bothered by any of the twangy pop tunes in the least. This is no small feat, I assure you. I feel that their performance has helped develop my ear a little more for different kinds of music I may not have been open to before...  



This show was very different from the previous performance I had caught a while ago. For one thing, it was a lot more light hearted. There was banter, wit, sarcasm, and especially a playfulness with the audience I hadn't had the opportunity to witness before. There were moments of sheer joy- I still can't believe that they plucked two unsuspecting ladies from the audience and made them play the Colin's and Chris' guitars in an impromptu "ROCK-off". I kept fantasizing that one of the girls would've startled us all by being a total guitar virtuoso, but, sadly... no such luck! It was OK though, you could tell that they had fun once the shock of being on stage in front of a sold out crowd in the historic and beautiful Beacon Theater had subsided. This was just one of many moments that made this show a pleasure to be at. There were guitar solo duels between band-members complete with a wandering spotlight frantically dancing between them, jokes between songs that kept everybody giggling. The show even began in jest, with an introduction by the "mayor" of The Decemberists' home town Portland, Oregon which required us all to get to know our neighbors better and break the ice- complete with a smile and handshake. There were sing-alongs- especially during the energetic "16 Military Wives", and random girls dancing in the aisles, during just about every song.



My personal favorite moment had to be the HIGHLY necessary audience participation nearing the end of my favorite song, "The Mariner's Revenge Song" where we all had to act the part of the crew aboard the ship being consumed by the massive jaws of an angry giant whale. We were asked to include a lot of wailing and choked screams in the midst of our imminent death at sea. I feel we the audience played our part rather well, and though I did NOT break character, I was brimming with joy on the inside. The performance of our "death at sea" was only enhanced when the entire band, save frontman Colin Meloy, laid down on the stage, evidently dead as well. There was an ominous pause followed by a stifled giggle as Colin sung out, "Don't know how I survived, the crew was all chewed alive, I must've slipped between his teeth..." It was then that the band slowly reanimated then zestfully sprang up in perfect timing to finish the song loud and strong.

The Decemberists are energetic, talented, and, perhaps most importantly, don't take themselves too seriously. Despite the regal setting of the beautiful theater, the band never lost focus on what mattered most, the music, and its listeners. I look forward to watching them evolve, and see how they shall challenge themselves in the future.




Here's the set list: 

California One
Down By The Water
Rox In The Box
Calamity Song
Red Right Ankle
January Hymn
Don't Carry It All
All Arise
Won't Want For Love
The Crane Wife 1
The Crane Wife  2
The Crane Wife  3
The Infanta
Sixteen Military Wives
This is Why We Fight
--
The Chimbley Sweep
The Mariner's Revenge Song
--
June Hymn

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Part II: Trent Reznor Interview-NY Times Art & Leisure Weekend


The crowd's applause slowed and finally halted. Jon Pareles sighed and said "WOW", clearly impressed with the audience's reception. What followed for the next hour and change was an insightful telling of Trent Reznor's thought process on his most recent creative venture, The Social Network, and his history with Nine Inch Nails. Jon Pareles was an excellent interviewer in the sense that he simply pushed Trent on the minute he seemed to slacken in pace. Jon managed to say only a few words the entire time and yet somehow managed to get this elusive man to go on and on about his work.


I picked up on a lot of interesting physical quirks and gestures of Trent's that I wouldn't have had the chance to appreciate had I not been watching this interview. It was fun to observe the basic human nature of someone so admired. It was a metaphorical lowering of the pedestal for me, and it yielded inspiring results. For one, one of Trent's first comment was "I think I'm more nervous doing this than I have been for many other things..." which, for me showed a little more humility and shyness than I would've expected from someone who penned a line like "I wanna fuck you like an animal". Paired with this unexpected shyness was a man who fidgeted a lot when he speaks. Throughout the entire interview I saw Trent crossing and uncrossing his legs, rubbing his palms together in alternating patterns, adjusting his suit jacket- really just doing anything he could possibly do to stay busy while he talked. If you know me, then you already know I like a man who gesticulates when he talks. For me, it's an indicator of creativity and the hallmark signs of a workaholic- two things I respect significantly.


Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross's critical acclaim for the score to the Social Network soundtrack is probably the main reason why the New York Times chose him to be interviewed for their special 10 year Arts & Leisure celebration this year. I liked the movie and enjoyed the score a lot so I was obviously curious to hear Trent's candid take on the project. There were some more in depth points of interest that my ears particularly perked up to that evening and although I've heard Trent say in some other capacity in other forums, it seemed to resonate more for me. I always loved Trent's piano work, and it's exceptionally effective on the Social Network soundtrack. During the interview, he touched on the fact that the piano was intended to become a sort of aural centerpiece to focus on that can take on many qualities, that it can be "frail, bold, & majestic". I found it fascinating that Trent and Atticus used the piano as a means to communicate the personality traits of the film- and not just necessarily Zuckerberg's in particular, but more of the overall mood of the scenery. I was especially intrigued when he would further the emotional effects of the piano by putting that piano "into a sea of electronics or frayed on the edges soundscapes that might be organic but... everything feels a little decayed" and it's effective. The Social Network would've been at best a sarcastic sort of dry comedic film without this score bringing out its baser elements.


It wasn't all dark drama though, in fact there was some surprising little funny bits about Trent's work on this soundtrack that I hadn't expected. One was his referral to the iconic score to John Carpenter's Halloween and that he frankly, had ripped it off a bit. I was also really amused to hear that even Trent, like other artists who try to communicate with their clientele have the same kind of issues. Mainly not getting CONCISE direction. As soon as Trent referred to David Fincher saying "The piano should have a clear ringing... vibrant" to which Trent replied, "Do you mean reverb?" which is of course followed with the infamous inarticulate response "No... it just needs to be, uhhh..." I couldn't stop laughing from my very personal understanding. I've had conversations like this that can go on forever and ever. Luckily somehow it didn't take that much time. In a few short weeks the music was made and the nominations are in. I'm glad that I have followed Trent Reznor's career this closely, because we (his fans) know how much talent and effort he has put forth, and we know just how deserving he is of any accolades he receives.

As Trent's fans, we are also very eager for any new material he and his collaborators might release. So when Trent announced he was teaming up with David Fincher and Atticus Ross again to do the score The Girl with a Dragon Tattoo we were more than excited. However that excitement was immediately extinguished when Trent announced the loss of his mother Nancy, last week. The audible gasp from the audience was lost in the live stream, but the sympathy stayed with the crowd for most of the interview.  My deepest condolences go out to the Reznor family.


There were moments of jovial humor, there was sarcastic banter, there were brief revelations and interludes looking back on the prolific career of Trent, as well as a glance at the direction he's heading in.  He mentioned the new How to Destroy Angels album and explained that it was going to be more rhythm  and beat oriented and that it wasn't going to sound like the EP they had released. I am hopeful. As you know, I love Trent's work overall... but it can be derivative and runs the risk of auditory and lyrical sameness. Trent even describes the bubble of producing all his work in the same room, with the same people and the same equipment, and that its easy for things to come out sounding alike. This is why he is challenging himself with these new projects. I say good for him and good for all of us!

It was in this vein that Trent had mentioned his work on Ghosts. After hearing him talk about it, I gained even more respect and interest in it than I already had. The idea that these songs were "soundtracks to films that didn't exist" and that he was coming from an "impressionistic place" and "dressing the visualized set with sound" was such an engaging idea to me that it made me want to create more art. I especially felt inspired when he stated that he would just sit at the piano or whatever instrument struck him and visualize something like "a pier in a swamp with rusty nails coming out of the cypress wood..." and asking himself what kind of music does that sound like? The fact that a 36 track instrumental album could be born without any intention other than filling a space with sound really appeals to me. It's music... for the sake of music.

There was a lot of topic jumping, tangents, and just good conversation that evening. There was this lilting, coy sort of dance happening for me in this interview that clearly, I very much enjoyed. Every album was piece of work was discussed or at the very least mentioned, with the exception of With Teeth or what I've come to refer to the album as the bastard child that everyone forgets to get a birthday gift for... it's a good album with a few duds, but other rather exceptional songs. I'm not sure why no one remembers it, really. Again, I digress.


Trent's look back at his first effort, Pretty Hate Machine was, surprisingly, where I felt the strongest emotional tie. It all began for me when Jon Pareles reflected on Trent's work and said, "Touching your pain, touching people's pain... you were going deep."

Trent responded, "It wasn't until I dared to match up some journal entries with music that I realized it actually had power. I couldn't let anyone hear it... it's not a character, it feels too... close to me. There's no shield up, but then I realized that's what the idea of Nine Inch Nails was going to be. It was going to be based on that opening up... and now we're here." He said it with a slight acknowledging smile, nod, and a look up at all of us in the crowd.

"And people rushed in when you opened up." Jon said. Yes, yes we did. I actually felt myself brimming with tears at this little exchange of dialogue. Trent's willingness to expose his most intimate feelings is absolutely what captivated me about Nine Inch Nails. It always felt "real" to me because of how I was feeling. Now, knowing exclusively for the first time in the first person that all this music that I poured my pain into and which poured it's relief, comfort, and sympathy into me was indeed sincere, that it was real, was the greatest comfort I ever have felt. This realization also made me want to jump onto the stage and give Trent a big hug and celebrate his well deserved happiness. I am proud to say I resisted that urge.


As we drew near to the close of the interview something occurred that I was NOT prepared for. A Q&A section with the fans. It was announced by Jon very suddenly. My whole body went rigid and blank. By the time I registered what I would've been able to do it was too late. I slowly turned my head before my body could react and all I saw was a raucous parade of people clamoring up to the two free standing microphones on either side of the auditorium. I shook my head, disappointed at missing my chance and turned back in my seat. As I locked my eyes on Trent once more, I recalled that I actually did get to hug him and tell him "thank you"... which made me feel significantly better.

At least all of the questions from the fans were good! We learned in rapid fire succession about his past collaborations,  and the potential or not for the music produced to ever see the light of day, and interestingly enough, Trent mentioned fantasizing about working with David Byrne, which I would pay GOOD money to see!

The infernal Tapeworm project came up, and, not surprisingly, someone asked Trent about working with Marilyn Manson, to which he responded, "I think there's a lot of talent in that guy and if he's in a position where he'd want to try something new... we've had our problems, but, I wear suits now, I'm an adult..." which I think the entire audience (myself included) got a real kick out of hearing.

The interview came to a close, I went home digesting all the information given. I feel relieved to know that even though Nine Inch Nails may be on hiatus, Trent Reznor isn't going anywhere. His inspiration and influence will continue for many years to come.

Thank You, Trent, for everything. 



Monday, January 10, 2011

Part I: Trent Reznor Interviewed-NY Times Art & Leisure Weekend

I paid forty dollars to watch a dude talk. 

Sounds absurd when I put it into that context doesn't it? Come to think of it, it's ridiculous. At least, that's what the fiscal conservative inside of me says. Now, let's rephrase this very broad statement and get a wee bit more specific. I paid forty dollars to watch Trent Reznor be interviewed. Suddenly this seems like a very reasonable price to pay, doesn't it? (Well, if you're me).

It was like the good old days as I got to the NY Times Center on Friday Night. There was already a significant line for the 8:15 p.m. scheduled interview at 5:30 in the evening. Nine Inch Nails fans are willing to wait in the harshest conditions just to take a gander at Trent Reznor, no music, just the man himself. I thought I was being unreasonable by getting there when I did, but once again I discovered that as "psychotic" a Nine Inch Nails fan as I deem myself, I am relatively sane comparatively. That being said, sitting in line chatting with fellow fans was actually one of the highlights of the evening for me. Everyone was friendly, receptive, and enthusiastic. There was also a certain level of maturity I hadn't previously encountered when it comes to NIN fans. I'm left with the impression that now that Nine Inch Nails has "retired" in a sense, with Trent having gotten married, having a child, etc. that a large portion of his fans got inspired to do the same, followed suit, and grew up a little themselves. It was a nice way to feel before the big event.

When we filed into the cozy little semi-circular theater with its deep red velvety seats, dim lighting, and softly lit stage, I saw two black and chrome chairs slightly angled towards each other with a small modern geometric table between them, 2 glasses and 2 bottles of water perched atop it. As I took all this in, we noted that there were several "reserved" seating areas, and, at first glance we all felt a little disappointed at how far back our vantage point was going to be. Right before I sat in the middle of the auditorium with everyone else who filed in before me, a young man said loudly next to me, "Wait a minute, the first three rows in the front are FREE!" I dashed forward before my very own thoughts could catch up with me an echo of "Save me a seat!" rang in my ears from my line buddy Anna. I darted and managed to secure two seats- front row. Holy mother of God.


The two black and chrome seats sat sentinel before me like ominous soldiers standing guard between me and the unknown. The stage's cream colored wooden floor guided my eyes around the scenery. I glanced at two video screens- left and right, a large overhanging projection screen, and a glass backed wall covered in vinyl number "10" graphics, with a wintry NYC landscape beyond it. After taking these elements in, my eyes inevitably returned to those ominously empty black and chrome chairs. The one on the right faced my seat directly. "I could be in Trent's direct view if he sits there." I thought to myself. My mind froze, I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, and a flutter in my heart. The man I've idolized for what seems like eons was about to sit and talk about his expansive career, only a mere 10 or so feet away from me... so simple, yet so mind bending.

A woman from the NY Times stepped out of a door and moved towards a podium to give an introduction. I am excited, but the anticipatory flutterings in my body seemed oddly numb. I couldn't muster up the same kind of energy I'd get at a Nine Inch Nails show- though I suppose that's no surprise. This is just the man behind the curtain, no spectacle. As the woman finishes her intro, there is a brief pause, time slows significantly down... then the anticipatory bubble bursts, and a tall hidden panel door swings open and the well-known critic Jon Pareles and the man himself, Trent Reznor make their way across the stage and towards the chairs.

Trent was wearing a well tailored satin finish dark navy blue suit, with a crisp black shirt, and an expertly color-coordinated blue speckled tie. The finishing touch was a nice pair of black leather calf high boots with what looked like nu-buck suede laces. I liked the boots best- they harkened back to his earlier days... but I digress.

As they make their approach, my heart does a little jig. Trent's going to be sitting in the right chair. I'm going to be in his direct line of vision. Through the epic din of the crowd's (and my own) cheers, Trent surveys the audience- and- for a millisecond when his eyes reached mine I detected a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. I thought I made it up until a received a meaningful squeeze on my left arm from my friend Anna, indicating excitedly that she noticed it too. I couldn't stop smiling, I couldn't stop staring, I clapped until my hands hurt, and as he took his seat directly in my view I swear I saw a respectful nod towards me as he thanked all of us.  
                 

To be continued...