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Michael Jackson steals Farrah’s dying moment

The weird thing is that in death Michael Jackson looked more like Farrah Fawcett than he did himself. He had a Farrah Fawcett nose, a Farrah Fawcett chin, and as close as a black man could have, a Farrah Fawcett complexion.

And wouldn’t it be like a Farrah Fawcett wannabe to die the same day she did, stealing her headlines and screen time. I don’t know much about Farrah Fawcett except that she was a hot babe who died with more dignity and courage and honor than any honest man has a right to expect from an honorable death.

Michael Jackson was a fruit. Whatever that word means. He was a different genus. Deciduous or something other than human. Farrah proved herself to be the most decidedly human of babes. A mench. A force of nature. A human beautiful being. A better man than the name that stole her dying moment.

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Bon Iver, the un-interview with zero questions

Okay, before I even get started, if you like Bon Iver (pronounced bahn ee-vare) and want to see them live, your opportunities are dwindling fast, so go make arrangements now. Trust me. I saw them last week at The State Theatre in St. Pete, Fl and it was amazing. You can read my review of the show here.

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Justin Vernon

Justin Vernon is the kind of rock star you should have a crush on. [Read more →]

Bob Sullivan's top ten everythingmusic

Top ten least popular songs at funerals

10. The Bee Gees’ “Stayin’ Alive”

9. The Three Degrees’ “When Will I See You Again”

8. Wham!’s “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go”

7. Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive”

6. Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On”

5. Lesley Gore’s “It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To”

4. Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust”

3. Bobby McFerrin’s “Don’t Worry Be Happy”

2. Amii Stewart’s “(You Better) Knock On Wood”

1. The Bee Gees’ “How Deep Is Your Love”
 
 
Bob Sullivan’s Top Ten Everything appears every Monday.

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Nine Questions: Meet Willie Heath Neal

Willie Heath Neal plays country music. That’s what I’d call it, that’s what he calls it. If you listen to popular country radio then you will disagree. You will call his songs “alt-country rockabilly” or “cowpunk” or “outlaw country” or “hillbilly” or “psychobilly.” Really, there seem to be endless ways to describe him by tacking “billy” onto the end of a word. But what really matters as we hash it all out is that he knows how to write a good song. That’s all I care about, and that is exactly what matters when you are in Ybor City on a rainy Tuesday night at Crowbar to see Willie and his gang play. I don’t ordinarily listen to country music (I adore The Old 97’s, but here again, they don’t seem to count), so I had no idea what I was getting into, but I loved every minute of it. [Read more →]

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Nine questions: Meet The Pack A.D.

The Pack A.D. (yes, the A.D. is for After Death) is not a blues band. Sure, they probably listen to blues music (don’t a lot of people?), and they met at a gas station, but they are not a blues band. How do I know? Because I hear them rocking out my ipod right now. I think I am supposed to call them garage rock. I wish I had a garage and some money because they are coming to a show in my town and I would pay whatever for them to show up the day before, plug their equipment into my washer/dryer outlet and play a while. [Read more →]

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The Baltimore symphony orchestra gives back

In 30 years of watching the symphony orchestra business, I’ve never seen anything quite as remarkable as the recent story in the Washington Post describing a voluntary concession, nay “donation”, of wage and benefit reductions totaling $1 million offered by the musicians of the Baltimore Symphony. Orchestra management was actually taken by surprise by the news. [Read more →]

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Two views of the YouTube Orchestra

Two reviews of the much-ballyhooed YouTube Orchestra performance at Carnegie Hall last week were an instructive contrast in how symphony orchestra concerts are viewed these days. Washington Post critic Anne Midgette saw the event as a misguided attempt to present classical music in a democratic fashion at the expense of artistic quality. The New York Times‘ Anthony Tommasini caught the real spirit of the event and understood it for what it was, an attempt to bring musicians from all over the world together to make music in the context of a larger community. (Quite rightly, he downplays the underlying public relations motivation of the sponsor.) For him, and for me, it was all about the event, and not about the perfection of performance. [Read more →]

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Nine questions: Meet Geri X

Let me start by saying I am not reviewing artists and albums. I am sharing. This is my music cookie jar, open to the public. Who doesn’t like cookies? I will be very surprised at myself if I ever post anything that I don’t just love. And I will be more surprised if you don’t love what I share. I am, after all, from Peoria, and my people have long been the litmus test for what everybody will enjoy.

So, my first group of artists is a band called Geri X, fronted by a singer-songwriter who is, in fact, named Geri. [Read more →]

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A new model for symphony orchestras?

This recent piece by the Philadephia Inquirer’s Peter Dobrin is one of the best things I’ve seen on the state, the woeful state of symphony orchestras in this country. He diagnoses the problems accurately — shrinking endowments and audiences — and suggests it’s time to explore a new business model. That he doesn’t have any recommendations on that score (so to speak) is hardly surprising. No one else seems to have any either. [Read more →]

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Could this actually be happening?

So, everything is sort of falling apart slowly, right? Still sort of trying to work the marriage thing out, trying to get my own business off the ground, still not sure if we can keep the house, blah blah blah. And yet, here I am, for the first time in years, fronting a full four piece band. Here I am, for the first time ever, singing in the type of band that has enough interest to have options. [Read more →]

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Yes, we can — so we do

A friend wrote me the following yesterday, in response to my piece about the iPod. He suggested I do a follow-up, but I can’t improve on this.

Thesis: Technophoria, rather than technophobia, is what led us to the current dismal state of the music industry.  It isn’t so much (or only) that the big labels failed to respond to the technological innovations of Napster and other digitizing file sharers, it’s that the digitizing, in and of itself, carried the seeds of music’s destruction, in terms of the weakening of the influence of the major labels, the de-professionalization of music, the cheapening and commoditization of music, the lower sampling (bit) rates of digital versus analogue, the poorer sound quality, and on and on.

Now the same thing is on the verge of happening to books. As in music, we’re beginning to do things only because they’re possible, not because they’re desirable. But do we really want to see all books digitized (and their contents commoditized and cheapened) merely because we’re all afraid of being accused of being old fogeys and technophobes?  Do we really want to throw away thousands of years of printed history just because it’s possible to digitize books?  Not all technological innovations are good ones (cf. nukes and frozen burritos.)  E-books, in and of themselves, are not a bad idea — but the possibility that printed books and other forms of printed literature will as a result entirely disappear will be very, very bad for literature, in my opinion.

The irony is that the techno geeks who want to shove everything analogue into the shadows are themselves less capable of envisioning the future than the old-fogey technophobes.  Because they clearly didn’t see what digitization would do to music, and they can’t see how digitization will destroy books the way it’s destroyed music.

Now, I am not a Luddite. I love my MacBook and my Blackberry Curve. But, in terms of the quality of experience, it seems to me self-evident that: 

A home library is better than a Kindle.

The New York Times paper is better than the New York Times online. 

The New York Times Book Review is better than the book review section of Popmatters. (And I write for the latter!

Compact Discs are better than Mp3s.

A stereo sound system is better than an iPod. 

Talking on the phone is better than texting. 

A letter is better than email. 

A great bookstore is better than Amazon. 

A great record store is better than iTunes. 

But, in ten years, we’re likely not to have the New York Times, CDs, and book and record stores, while talking on the phone (at least for my 17 year old), the letter (we call it “snail mail”!), and home stereo systems are virtually gone already. And, as my friend suggests, will books be far behind? What is it about our culture that we happily trade quality of experience for convenience, portability, and quantity of experience?      

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Careful what you wish for

I invented the iPod. Or, at least, I invented the iPod that’s currently on my desk. In 1970, an avid music-lover, with hundreds of LP’s in my collection (no, for those of you too young to know, I won’t define LP), I dreamed of having a portable way of listening to all of my music. I called it my “universal jukebox.” I couldn’t envision the actual technology, of course, but I imagined a kind of personal radio, with me as the DJ, spinning only my records, at the touch of a button. (I also invented the compilation CD, but that’s another story.) 

Today, I have 3 iPods. One has all my contemporary classical, from Karlheinz Stockhausen to John Adams. One has approximately 20,000 tracks, mostly from the last 10 years, ripped from CDs, downloaded from iTunes, and free downloads (not a single one illegal) from sites like 3Hive and Daytrotter. My universal jukebox, though, is my 30 gig iPod classic with 670 albums, all ripped from CDs, every great album from the 60’s, 70’s and a few from later decades, what I call the “canon.” [Read more →]

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Delaney and Bonnie no longer friends

I noted with sadness recently the passing of Delaney Bramlett. Those of us over 40 remember the group Delaney and Bonnie and Friends as one of the high points of late 60’s/early 70’s music. As this Rolling Stone article from 1969 indicates, they were something. Melding southern rock, soul, and gospel, they made one of the greatest live albums of all time with “Delaney and Bonnie On Tour With Eric Clapton.” George Harrison once asked to join their band, and they recorded with some of the finest players of their time, including Leon Russell, Steve Cropper, Duane Allman, and Billy Preston. Their album “Motel Shot” was one of the templates for the stripped-down Americana so popular in the last decade, and my favorite, “Accept No Substitute,” includes the incredible “The Ghetto,” which made anything Elvis did on that topic sound bloodless and trite. 

I had the pleasure of spending time with Bonnie Bramlett a year ago when I managed a concert featuring her and backup band, Mr. Groove. [Read more →]

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Faking it with Perlman and Ma

To my knowledge I am the first and still the only male honorary member of the U.S. Synchronized Swimming Team. In the early 80’s in Colorado Springs, I worked on behalf of the symphony with several Olympic groups. I helped with something called “Classical Splash” — poolside concerts featuring swimming synchronized to a live symphony orchestra — and produced events that included Olympic skaters and the Olympic Torch. All a lot of fun. [Read more →]

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Yo Yo Ma, the man

I met Yo Yo Ma when he was about to go under the knife. This was in the early 80’s and he was performing the Lalo cello concerto with the Colorado Springs Symphony. There had been some bad blood between his management and the conductor when Yo Yo switched to the Lalo from what had originally been programmed. It seems he didn’t want to learn the other work, which he knew, but not well, because he was afraid he’d never play it again.

This was his last performance before having spinal surgery and spending six months in a body cast. I remember him talking about it. He was scared to death. The doctors had told him that there was a chance, albeit slim, that he’d never play the cello again. And, he worried that he’d never been even a few days without practicing. What would a 6-month hiatus do to his skills? [Read more →]

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A Perlman before swine?

Greetings. This is my first post on When Falls the Coliseum and I’m not quite sure what I will be writing about. Certainly, my 26 years in the symphony orchestra business will be a recurring theme, particularly when I come across articles or news on that subject. I hope also to weigh in on numerous other, mostly cultural, topics. At 55, I cast a cold, if not curmudgeonly eye on the current state of culture. Everything seems to be dying. Some of my favorite things, like Top 40 radio, died long ago. The death of the LP and now the CD (a poor substitute), and the virtual demise of the music industry, is a constant thorn. And, in the last year, we saw the deforestation of most culture reporting in print, including huge losses for reviewers of all kinds. And don’t get me started on computer graphics in the movies. I can’t blame the end of melody on the universal digitalization of creativity alone, but the fact remains that melody just doesn’t seem to interest anyone anymore. The world, at least the younger world, seems content to seek philosophy from 20-year old guitarists. Well, you grok my drift, as my wife is used to my saying.

 Let’s begin. [Read more →]

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Drone Machines

A former bandmate of mine went to engineering school, then scuttled the guitars to write heavy metal with…actual heavy metal. Ground Control Magazine has a great video interview up with him now showcasing the sounds of doom and apocalypse he is able to wrestle out of his huge drone machines. It’s that rare circumstance of something totally unique being created, a pairing of uber-smarts and primitive roar.  

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Why I Still Want To Rock (Making a Band at 37 cont.)

Free tequila. It’s all about the free tequila. Not really, although it is kind of nice to have random strangers find real joy in giving me alcohol. It makes them happy, though I could not tell you why. Honestly, I just want to do something creative that no one has any control over. If I could paint I would. If I could focus my energies & thoughts to write a novel, then I would. If I could dance, then I would have a lucrative night job. The fact is, I can sing pretty well, so this is what I do.

I get to go to a person’s house (shout out to Sean) and jam out in their living room (sorry Deb & Cecil the cat). I get to write something that really only takes a few minutes to sort out, and I don’t have to turn it in to anyone for approval. It is lovely and blissful. I can’t get enough of it.

This Friday we are auditioning a bass player/back up singer. Then we move on to getting a drummer in on the game. And finally, it’s time for a gig. People really do say gig. And the thing about playing out is that even in the smallest room, with the tiniest crowd, someone is going to love it. I love that.

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Making a Band — at 37

At 17, getting into a band was as easy as dating the guitar player and learning to play a little tambourine.  At 27 it was as simple as posting a flyer with tear off tabs at Y&T with a list of my “influences” and previous bands.  At 37, I browse ads on Craigslist, and I wonder if the kids that post “no geezers” are referring to me.

Truthfully, it isn’t crazy difficult to find people to play with.  There are just some trade offs.  When everyone in the band has kids (like some guys I sang with for a few months at the start of the year) then the kill time for practice is pretty early.  There isn’t a lot of room for goofing off.  On the up side of that, no one gets so wasted they can’t play.  Playing with people in their 30’s means they have a job and will show for practice, but it also means canceling practice when their son has the flu.  Frankly, that’s only because none of us wants to catch that flu and pass it on to our own children.  I still meet slacker jobless musicians, even people in their 40’s, but now I refuse to play with them.

So, right now, the status of my band-life is that I have found someone with whom I am writing new songs.  He is probably in his late 30’s or early 40’s (hard to tell when someone is a smoker or a sun-worshiper), and is a nice guy.  We both listen to NPR every morning, we agree on subjects political and artistic (not difficult bonding points among musicians), and neither of us drinks to excess.  We also agree on the sound we’re going for, which is a huge part of the battle.  Now here we are, about to start auditioning other band mates.  Cue the scene in the doorway from “The Commitments.”  Seriously, Netflix it.

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Shut Up and Drive

While the stock market has acted like a yo-yo, the last few days of weather in the Northeast have been fantastic. You’ve got to love summer-style weather in mid October, right? It’s especially good if you happen to be someone like me, who loves being behind the wheel and driving with the window down. Now granted, nobody likes sitting in traffic, but when there’s a clear road ahead and some time to kill, what’s better than cranking up the radio when good tunes come on?  Talk radio puts me to sleep, and I don’t have a tape\CD player in my ’97 Plymouth Breeze.
 
So I got to thinking while I was on the road one night… what are the best songs to drive to?  I’m talking about for highway driving, straight on through, no lights, etc. The answers are going to be subjective based on people’s preferences, as I can’t imagine a die hard fan of Three Dog Night would blast Miley Cyrus at peak volume. But here are five of this relatively young adult’s well-known favorites in no particular order.
 
               – Hypnotize, Notorious B.I.G…. great, steady, pounding bass beat. I don’t know a single hip hop fan that doesn’t like it.
 
               – Thunderstruck, AC\DC…fast beat, great vocals, even better if you hear a live version with the crowd in the background. If you’re on your way to a big event of some sort, it is impossible not to get pumped up when you hear it.
 
               – Where The Streets Have No Name, U2… slow build-up in the beginning, but the pace picks up quickly.
 
               – Run Like Hell, Pink Floyd…I’ve been told that the Disco Biscuits do a fantastic version of this song, but I’ll take the original here.
 
               – For Whom The Bell Tolls, Metallica…this used to be a song that I would strictly reserve for trips to the casino, but again, it’s really hard not to get pumped up by the bells and the group’s distinct guitar riffs.

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