Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Improvisation



I have developed a knack for musical improvisation. Plenty of musicians are skilled at improv, some prefer creating lead parts on the fly. That's not the kind of improvisation I'm talking about. Instead of injecting unrehearsed musical passages into a tune, I like to make up entire songs---both music and lyrics (the hard part) that way. At times, the results have been extremely gratifying with my sole regret being that the moment was not recorded. That's one thing about my improv numbers---they are all complete one-offs. I can't repeat them if I try.

My typical improv numbers tend to sneak up on the audience. I might start by playing a few familiar tunes, then throw in some of my original material. Somewhere along the way, I'll pound out a chord sequence that sounds familiar to the audience but they can't quite trace it to a particular song. Then I'll start singing a melody using lyrics that involve details of the place we're in or events that have transpired over the course of our evening.

A good improv number accomplishes a number of universally desirable things. First, there is usually a humorous component, so the audience often will start laughing. But more than that, audience members suddenly feel more connected to each other, so the song serves as a unifying event. Occasionally I'll manage to create a chorus that captures the vibe of the evening so well that before long, everyone is singing.

I don't know many musicians willing to attempt full improv numbers in live performances. I was afraid to do it for the longest time and would only attempt improv songs in the company of friends. Before long though, I gained enough confidence in my ability to create spontaneous songs which pass for finished pieces that I started to include an improv or two in public performances. It's a bit of a high wire act---one never knows when the mind might fail to deliver lyrics that sound coherent enough to pass for a real song. When that happens, the performer faces a dilemma. Your choices: stop the song or keep going with really lame lyrics or a break in the lyrical delivery. Either way, you have suffered failure. Luckily, at least in my experience to date, this fate has pretty much eluded me.

In a recent trip, I was performing short sets almost every night. As an aside, have you noticed that the word "emboldened" came into frequent usage during the recent Bush administration. Bush and Cheney never lost an opportunity to instill fear in the American people by telling them that every Democratic proposal would serve to embolden the terrorists. Well, I became emboldened to increase my usage of improvisational songs during my trip. And the results were overwhelmingly positive.

During one performance, I only had access to a piano rather than my customary guitar, and although I'm a pretty mediocre pianist, I managed to play four improv tunes in a row with excellent results. No doubt about it, I was thoroughly emboldened.

I'm thinking of doing an experiment in which I make up songs all day and into the night for a week and recording the results. When I'm writing a song, sometimes the process of trying to find just the right word or phrase is laborious and unrewarding. Many top songwriters say that their best songs have come in a flash. Maybe it is possible to create better songs without the angst. Like the modern art pieces which involve the dubious technique of throwing paint on the canvas, perhaps meaningful songs can be created in a similar manner. I need to give this a try.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Booking Time in the Studio



I'm ready to get back to the recording studio. It's been three years since releasing "Party of One" and despite the many distractions in my life, I've managed to cobble together enough new material to justify the return trip. This is exciting stuff for me. Here's the plan:
1. Make rough working recordings of my new songs and send them down to Gary White, my producer and longtime friend, so that we can brainstorm about how best to present each song.
2. Set a work schedule that will include booking time in an LA recording studio.
3. Arrive a day or two before our sessions begin to work through pre-production issues.
4. Complete the basic tracking sessions and head back to Eugene.
5. Work with Bill Barnett at Gung Ho Studio in Eugene to complete the vocal work and mix the songs.

After that, it's a simple matter of getting the songs mastered, arranging for the artwork and manufacture of the cd's, and voila! My third full-length recording project will be complete. This is no small achievement for me and I will be very pleased once its done. It's a lot of work, some parts of the process are tedious. But some parts are great fun. It is hard to describe the special pleasure which occurs in the studio at the moment a tune you have written suddenly transforms into a fully formed, radio-ready song. Some songs never quite get there, but when an arrangement begins to click, it's like magic in real time.

One of my favorite musicians, Richard Thompson, performed in Eugene last week and his current bass player, Taras Prodaniuk, has become a good friend after working with me on my first two records. Talented and gracious, Taras seemed genuinely enthusiastic about working with me on this new project. Before working with Thompson, Taras worked for years with Lucinda Williams, and before that, Dwight Yoakum. His musical sensibilities seem beautifully suited for the sort of compositions I tend to write.

Spring is coming, and somehow it seems perfect that my new recording project is being launched now. Chances are good that I will call the new record "Seize the Day", making the song I wrote recently in Jamaica (for more on that, read my blog post of December 19) the title cut. In making this new record, I guess you could say I'm following my own advice.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Super Sunday Arrives Again


When did Super Bowl Sunday become a national holiday? Certainly not in 1967 when the dorky sounding Super Bowl was born. I mean come on, the AFL was second rate back then. To the surprise of no one, the Packers won big. I was just a kid, but I still remember the post-game press conference with Vince Lombardi being goaded into admitting that AFL champion Kansas City Chiefs couldn't compete in the NFL.
I suppose the 4th of July celebration in 1777 didn't amount to much either.
But give us Americans a reason to celebrate and by God we'll take it. The best holidays involve widespread drinking starting early in the day. And in a dreary month like February, who doesn't want that?
As I write these important thoughts, I haven't had my first one yet, but hey, it's only 9:30 in the morning. I'll get started soon enough.
The real turning point for the Super Bowl, as we all know, came in 1969 when Joe Namath's brash prediction of victory for his New York Jets came true. In that instant, the AFL established its legitimacy and boy did we start paying attention. The television ratings ascended, corporations dished out crazy money for ads and in a few short years, the Super Bowl became an American institution. Never mind that most of the games were blowouts. The game was secondary to the function of the Super Bowl: giving America an excuse to drink like crazy.
As the NFL has evolved into an increasingly corporate entity, their leadership sometimes slips and refers to the games as their "product". Nothing like turning a national pastime into another kind of widget.
This year we get The Who at halftime. But you knew that already, having been exposed to the relentless pregame build-up for two weeks.
Speaking of The Who, did you know that the NFL is claiming a trademark on the expression "Who Dat". Seriously. They have been serving cease and desist orders on New Orleans t-shirt shops selling shirts with the express "Who Dat", claiming that they're infringing on the NFL's exclusive right to market New Orleans Saints (and every other teams) stuff. As an attorney, I know a stretch when I see one, and it doesn't take an attorney to identify the distinctive aroma of such pathetic bullshit.
Not that I consider the NFL an evil empire---the fact is, they raise money for many worthy causes and they generate a very entertaining, uh, product. I really hope this years game between the Saints (the perennial loser Saints!) and the Colts is a doozie. And that I'm still awake at the end.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Elvis At 75: The King In Perspective



The King is dead. Long live the King. Dead since 1977, life seems eternal for Elvis Presley in western pop culture. Two days ago, he would have celebrated his 75th birthday. Chances are you've heard all about it. "Elvis Presley, that rare breed of talent that comes along maybe three times a century...." At the risk of blasphemy, I find myself wondering what all the fuss is really about.

Let's start by acknowledging that Elvis was a groundbreaking performer who electrified and galvanized a hungry, bored, white American audience starting in 1956. He infused rock 'n roll songs with a style and energy not previously seen. His hip movements alone created such a stir that worried parents sought legislation to censor the King, adding to the legend. Aside from The Beatles, I can't think of another musical act that has seized the attention of teenage America which such sudden, pandemic enthusiasm.

For several years, we couldn't get enough of it. The King's fame survived a two year hiatus in the military and launched a successful acting career despite Elvis' limited talents as a thespian (here, I am defining success strictly on a box-office basis; the movies ranged in quality from mediocre to wretched). Once his four or five years as a chart-topping singer passed, he still managed an occasional second tier hit. Thanks to Las Vegas and two much publicized television specials, he managed to parlay his earlier fame into a state of tremendous financial security. And somehow, in spite of weight gain, a conspicuous tendency toward personal overindulgence and obscenely garish wardrobe choices, his hold over a large, loyal audience has continued to this day with no end in sight.

Why does the memory of Elvis have such staying power? As an artist, he never wrote a hit song (it is widely acknowledged that on the 8 songs where he is listed as co-writer, he made no contributions). His guitar skills were so modest that early in his career, he ditched the instrument. Even his breakout performances of rock songs such as "Hound Dog" are clearly derivative of performances by black artists that went unnoticed by white America. And young Elvis' incendiary performance style has nothing on Cab Calloway's wildest musical histrionics from the 30's.

But that's just it. In Elvis, America was exposed to something new, exciting and slightly terrifying---a white man playing black music without inhibition. And since so few had heard such music, and boy were we ready for something new, history was made. So to the musical geniuses that followed (Buddy Holly, Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis and many more, guys who actually could write songs, play instruments, offer dazzling performances and expand the genre), as great as they all were, at the end of the day, Elvis stands alone as a cultural icon.

Of course we overlook his personal shortcomings. Most musicians have enough baggage to make a politician blush. But focusing strictly on Elvis' musical contributions, and comparing them with those of his contemporaries, is it unfair of me to suggest that his legacy is disproportionate to his body of work? Does it seem just that this performer is widely described as a talent so transcendent as to come along but three times in a century? For those who subscribe to this view, I respectfully beg to differ.

A short list of those whose contributions to music since the time of Elvis who, in my book, deserve equal or better recognition for their contributions to our musical heritage:
1. Bob Dylan
2. John Lennon
3. Paul McCartney
4. Bruce Springsteen
5. Jagger/Richards
6. U2
7. Buddy Holly
8. Jimi Hendrix
9. Clapton in all forms (solo, Cream, Derek & the Dominoes, etc)
10. Bob Marley
11. Paul Simon
12. Ray Charles
13. Fats Domino
14. Michael Jackson

You could even make a case that Elvis is not the most musically worthy or talented guy by the name of Elvis, because damn, Elvis Costello is outstanding! I could go on. I'll stop. I rest my case. May the King rest in peace.