Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Mohammed rocked the Kasbah


A few days ago my mom told me about a book she was reading called Who is this man?, which explores the sociological impact of western culture and civilization left by the life of Jesus Christ.
It sounded like an interesting book but as so often happens when one is born with a healthy dose of ADD, as my mother explained how the rights women and children enjoy in most of the developed world can be directly attributed to a carpenter from a small town in Galilee, my mind wondered off in a much more trivial line of thought and I made an amazing connection... Mohammed invented Rock n' Roll!
Yes this is how my mind works.
Yes I know it’s a problem. But...
Would I change it?
Hell no! I have way too much fun in my own head to fix it with meds or therapy.
Anyway back on topic.
My mother's comments about Jesus' impact not only on the religion but on even the most basic interactions in our culture got me wondering how the other dynamic religious figure of the A.D. era affects our daily lives in ways we don't even realize.
No not you David Koresh, you crazy gun toting bastard.
Mohammad.
I mean he's in the title so it’s kind of obvious?
By the time of his death or ascension in 632 A.D. Mohammed had converted or conquered almost all of the Middle East and much of northern Africa.
In 711 A.D. the Moors, African Muslims, set out to conquer Europe, or at least part of it. I don't really know how far they wanted to get, because I'm not going to research this any farther than the first page of Google entries, but they succeeded in taking and holding basically all of Spain for the better part of a century.
In addition to bringing famine, disease and the convert or die attitude typically associated with holy war, the moors also brought with them the oud a stringed instrument the Europeans promptly added frets too and started calling Lute, because, well, oud sounds funny.
According to the internet, which as we all know is infallible, over the next few hundred years the lute and other stringed instruments like it contributed to the design of the guitar.
Do you see where I'm going with this now?
By the early Renaissance the guitar had become a popular tool to encourage young damsels into the back of your daddy's carriage and generally piss off the old timers still listening to that out-dated oud crap.
Fast forward to 1920s U.S.A.
The guitar has become the mainstay of country, folk, and even that new-fangled jazz nonsense. But the instrument also call to the soul of the disenfranchised sons of freed slaves, those who couldn't get behind the positivity of gospel or the wild, joyous abandon of jazz. For the next 30 years or so, the instrument underwent some vast changes thanks to guys like Les Paul, pioneer of the electric guitar. 
Bluesmen like Muddy Waters took Les' innovations to a dark place, feeding their frustrations and sexual desires through pickups and amplifiers.

Meanwhile Hank Williams and the country crowd, staying more or less acoustic were grabbing white peoples attention with catchy tunes about cowboys and heartbreak.

Finally we get to the fun stuff, as most of you probably know the 1950s brought us a marriage of these two approaches to music in the form of these guys:

The point of this particular entry isn't to start arguments about who invented rock n' roll, so I'm going to keep it simple. Chuck Berry and Elvis Presley blended anger and passion of black bluesmen with the quick tempo and… crackerness of country to create Rock n' Roll. Almost overnight it became the music of youth culture and stayed that way for the entire second half of the 20th century.

In western culture that is. In the middle east, Rock n' Roll has been banned in many countries and is called a tool of western imperialism by many political and religious leaders in the region. The Clash even wrote a song about it… you know the one I referenced in the title…

That silly Sharif he should have known Rock n' Roll has nothing to do with western expansionism. In fact, I bet Mohammed himself would get down to some Zeppelin.
 







Saturday, January 26, 2013

Live music


So I'm sitting on the floor in my living room, sipping Jack Daniel's Tennessee Honey (My new favorite drink) and watching a live DVD of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (I think I mentioned their my favorite band) playing shows Europe.
I'm a huge fan of live music. Growing up I really didn't have a whole lot of chances to see anybody live except the church worship band, (which to be fair had some very talented musicians) and high school bands made up of my buddies, again not bad considering their age and experience, but you can only hear the same 4 guys play the same 3 songs so many times.
In collage I got to experience the live club scene for the first time. I spent my first year of school in British Columbia, and there were a lot of new bands in the area. It was a lot of fun to watch these young guys gigging around trying to find their sound. To my knowledge none of the guys I saw that year have made it big, but there were a couple I thought were really good. 
I remember there was this one group, I think they were called Johnny Goode, playing off the whole Chuck Berry thing. They had sort of a dark power poppy vibe to them, like if cheap trick and the early Cure formed a supergroup, except their singer had this really cool soulful voice. I just tried to look them up online but can't find anything on them, so I assume they've either broken up or changed their name.
I spent my second year of college back in the states screwing around and not going to class. By the end of my second semester at community college I decided it was the Army life for me.
 But before I signed on the dotted line and sold my soul to Uncle Sam I got to spend a kickass summer as an employee of a medium sized concert venue in northern Virginia. The pay was garbage, but the perks were amazing. (Ironically that's what my recruiter said about the Army.)
My first day of work I got to see Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, and all I had to do was help the venue's elite clientele find their seats in the VIP section. Most of them were Season Ticket holders, who knew more about the place then I did, which meant that 90% of the time I got to sit back and watch the show, with only the occasional interruption to tell the low rent costumers to get the hell back to the cheap seats. (Yes, I was that asshole.) They put on a great show and ended the night and in honor of Bo Diddly who had died earlier that week the band ended the show with a pretty awesome rendition of Who do you Love?.
That summer was full of good shows. The Dave Matthews Band was predictably great. 311 and Snoop Dog did a show, I'm not a huge fan of either of their music, but they blew the roof off the place. I also took great pleasure in calling my dad during the middle of a Neal Pert drum solo, just to rub in his nose in the fact that I was at a Rush concert and he wasn't. My dad, who's been a fan of Canada's Prog rock kings since he was in middle school, calmly pointed out that he'd seen Phil Collins and Clapton play together when he was in college, which kind of took the wind out of my sails.
Unfortunately, I got that job a week to late to catch Radiohead. I wasn't as in to them then as I am now, but one of the other ushers told me it had been 35 degrees and raining during their show, and not a single person left the show before the encore. Sounded like a hell of a show.
The best gig I saw that summer was an epic godfathers of metal type show. Motorhead opened up the the show. I'm trying to keep my profanity to a minimum, but when Lemmy opened up the show, he blew my F*&#ing socks off. I could feel that cigarette grit and whiskey soaked growl in my very soul. Lemmy Kilmister truly is the troll god of metal.
Unfortunately, nobody else seemed to be as enraptured by the performance as I was. Motorhead was the first group on, and the sun was still up in the July evening sky. Half the ticket holders hadn't shown up yet, and with the exception of the 11-year-old die-hards who had shown up with cardboard cutouts of guitars to use as head banging dance partners, people were more interested in getting overpriced nachos then listening to the epicness that is the Iron Fist.
So the band finished their set and exacted their revenge on the nacho eating creations by setting their guitars down against their huge stacks of amps leaving a squeal of feedback as they exited the stage, causing many of the nacho eaters to cover their ears and mutter curses about the damned opening act. I cheered.
Heaven and Hell followed and did a pretty good job. They didn't blow me away or anything, but I got to see Ronnie James Dio sing before he died, and listen to Tony Iommi, creator of the Heavy Metal guitar, shred through some classic Sabbath tunes. I thought there would be more showmanship but all in all a pretty solid performance.
Judas Priest closed out the show with a shotgun blast of equal parts black fury and glimmering glam bubblegum. 
There was only one downside… the fans. 
I swear I saw 40-year-old men with wedding rings on their fingers screaming like pre-teen girls at a Beatles or Beiber show at the sight o Rob Halford astride his massive Harley
This is not a euphemism. Priest's frontman road onto stage on a huge black bike wearing a shiny gold cape.
Yes, the show was just as cheesy and gimmicky as it sounds, but the crowd was electric, old dude's crying and all. With the exception of Kiss or Bowie I'm not sure anyone could have topped the pure showmanship. (If anyone comments Lady GaGa I'll track you down and beat you with a rubber hose)
 I think that was the last show I saw before basic training. 
Unfortunately I missed Slipknot by a week. Of course the Jonas Brothers also played that weekend so we're going to let that one go.