dimarts, 30 de juny del 2009

El Periódico (l'únic que s'atreveix a anticipar el duel Ry Cooder vs U2) resultat: 500? a 90000


Ry Cooder brinda una ‘master class’ amb Nick Lowe

1. • Una hèrnia discal ha obligat a abandonar la gira l’acordionista texà Flaco Jiménez
2. • El guitarrista ofereix avui al Sant Jordi Club un viatge per les músiques americanes


NANDO CRUZ
BARCELONA

Fa tot just un any Ry Cooder era molt contundent quan aquest diari li preguntava si tenia intenció de sortir de gira i si existia la més mínima possibilitat que actués a Espanya: «Ja vaig fer aquesta feina durant molts anys i va ser molt dur. Mai m’han agradat els hotels. Va arribar un punt en què el meu estómac va dir prou i quan l’estómac et diu això és millor obeirlo». Afortunadament el seu estómac ha canviat d’opinió perquè el molt venerable compositor i guitarrista nord-americà ha emprès una gira europea que aquest vespre (21.30 hores) arriba a Barcelona.
Qualsevol melòman seriós sap que aquest és el gran concert del dia. Encara que dos detalls entelen la molt esperada cita. Per un costat, mesos enrere es va anunciar un molest canvi de recinte (del perfecte Auditori del Fòrum a l’inert Sant Jordi Club). Per l’altre, i això no es va anunciar fins ahir, l’acordionista Flaco Jiménez no ha pogut ni iniciar la gira a causa d’una hèrnia discal, així que el toc fronterer del repertori es veurà seriosament minorat. Queda, això sí, la cultivada saviesa de Cooder, el nervi del seu fill Joachim (a la bateria) i l’elegància de l’anglès Nick Lowe (al baix i la veu), que a més interpretarà algunes peces pròpies.
Feia gairebé 17 anys que Cooder no actuava a Espanya. El juliol del 1992 ho va fer a la Terrassa Amèrica del Poble Espanyol com a integrant de Little Village, un divertimento que es va muntar amb els seus amics John Hiatt, Jim Keltner i Nick Lowe. Aleshores, el seu passat com a guitarrista de Taj Mahal, Van Morrison i els Rolling Stones i la seva feina com a recuperador d’estils antics com el folk,
el blues, el country, el tex-mex, el jazz i els sons hawaians havia quedat entenebrit per l’èxit de la banda sonora de Paris-Texas (1989). El discret estudiós i músic de sessió vivia uns estranys dies de popularitat internacional.

LA TRILOGIA CALIFORNIANA / Però si Coo-
der està ara de gira a Espanya és perquè durant els últims anys la seva carrera ha tingut un nou impuls gràcies al que ell denomina la seva «trilogia californiana». Són tres discos de tipus conceptual on aquest artista nascut a Los Angeles fa 62 anys evoca la terra i l’època en què va créixer. Chavez Ravine (2005) narrava la història d’un barri angelí d’immigrants mexicans demolit als anys 50 per edificar-hi un estadi de beisbol. My name is Buddy (2007) era una faula protagonitzada per un gat sindicalista que evocava els dies en què els moviments obrers tenien força al seu país. I I, Flathead (2008) està protagonitzat per músics i altres buscavides.
Els tres àlbums li han permès retrobar-se amb l’entorn musical en què va créixer i recuperar estils que interpretaven els veterans de llavors; músics avui ja ancians o difunts i dels quals Cooder ha intentat aprendre tot el possible perquè la seva experiència i llegat no quedin en l’oblit. Són discos que haurien d’interessar els fans del Bob Dylan antropòleg dels últims anys i que marquen un retorn a les seves arrels després d’una etapa viatgera en què es va aliar amb el guitarrista malià Ali Farka Toure (a Talking Timbuktú, del 1994), va rescatar de l’oblit els músics cubans a Buena Vista Social Club (1997) i va gravar amb el també cubà Manuel Galbán el disc Mambo sinuendo (2005).

LA MODÈSTIA DEL MESTRE / «Jo sempre faig les tres o quatre coses que sé fer. I sempre funciona», confessava modestament sobre les seves experiències amb músics d’altres latituds. I hi afegia: «La clau és prestar atenció». En efecte, aquesta nit s’ha d’anar al Sant Jordi Club amb els ulls i les orelles ben oberts; potser amb una llibreta per prendre notes. Això d’avui no és un concert més: és la master class d’un antropòleg musical, divulgatiu i gens exhibicionista amb la guitarra, que ha dedicat la seva vida a estudiar músiques gairebé oblidades per donar-los una nova oportunitat en aquests temps moderns.

dilluns, 29 de juny del 2009

Dengue Fever (demà a la Apolo)


No n'hi havia prou amb els U2 i el Ry Cooder, que demà també tenim a Barcelona els Dengue Fever, rock cambodià d'abans del Khmer Rouge fet per californians.
Hi hà un documental de una gira del grup per Cambodia tocant els hits d'allà dels 60 i 70... (cliqueu el títol per l'enllaç)

diumenge, 28 de juny del 2009

Line-up with Linés

Avui he comprat LV (La Vanguardia) i m'he trobat un article de calificacions per l'inefable Linés. (Ara parla de Mullahs i Ayathollas que no accepten el darrer treball de Sonic Youth???) ell li dona 3 estrelles sobre 5.

diumenge, 21 de juny del 2009

Indie "posh" de LA

Indie Rockers, 90210

Amy Dickerson for The New York Times

FORGET 'BRAT PACK' Emma Tolkin, right, whose father wrote "The Player," at a backyard show in Los Angeles.

Published: June 19, 2009

LOS ANGELES

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Amy Dickerson for The New York Times

LOOKING OUT Allan Ludwig and Mia Valencia, Spencer's parents.

THE teenagers streamed in by the dozen past the electric gate, the 12-foot-high manicured hedges and the gleaming Lexus sedans in the driveway. They made their way to the backyard, where a makeshift performance space had been set up between the tennis court and the rose garden.

Hugging one another and milling around in skinny jeans and Converse high-tops, they took drags from their cigarettes.

It was a clear evening on a recent Friday. Behind a sprawling home in Encino, a grassy Los Angeles neighborhood on the edge of the San Fernando Valley, the gathering of nearly 300 teenagers included students from many of the area’s elite private schools — Buckley, Oakwood, Marlborough, Crossroads, Wildwood, Campbell Hall — and more than a few were Hollywood offspring.

The well-heeled children of Los Angeles are often derided as a lacquered tribe consumed with shopping and status, a stereotype sustained by the likes of the recently revived “Beverly Hills, 90210” franchise. But a different scene has been thriving here lately, composed of kids in thrift-store threads churning out homespun indie music and flocking to shows often held in one another’s backyards and living rooms.

“It certainly seems to be a phenomenon over the last three or four years,” said Linda Lichter, an entertainment lawyer whose two musician sons graduated from Crossroads. “I have a whole bunch of friends and clients whose kids are out there playing in bands. Kids aren’t responding to TV or movies anymore. Music is what’s cool.”

IN the summer, the scene coalesces at house shows like the one in Encino, a pastoral setting that made the event resemble a junior version of the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival. Attendees chipped in $2 to watch a half-dozen acts, including a solo electric bassoonist and an experimental folk-punk band, Slaying Chickens.

Tallulah Willis, the youngest daughter of Bruce Willis and Demi Moore, staked out a prime space close to the stage. Keely Dowd, the daughter of Jeff Dowd, a producer on whom the Coen brothers based the main character of “The Big Lebowski,” ambled past the pool with a friend.

Emma Tolkin and Taylor Thompson, both 18 and with an entertainment industry pedigree, stood in front of the crowd in cute gauzy dresses with a guitar and bass slung around their respective necks.

“This song is called ‘Shootin’ With Rasputin,’ and my grandfather wrote it,” Ms. Tolkin announced. They launched into a catchy tune with honey-voiced harmonies, recasting lyrics that had been written by Ms. Tolkin’s late grandfather, Mel Tolkin, the head writer on Sid Caesar’s “Your Show of Shows.”

Indie music has a long and storied history in Southern California, dating back to the punk scene that flourished in Orange County in the late 1970s, and continuing today at popular all-age sites like the Smell in downtown Los Angeles and Pehrspace near Echo Park.

But to veterans of this scene and the latest crop of show-going kids, elements of the city’s music landscape have lately been skewing even younger and emanating from tonier enclaves, like Santa Monica, Pacific Palisades, Brentwood and Hancock Park.

And unlike other parents who may caution against pursuing rock ‘n’ roll careers, especially as the record industry crumbles, parents here can be encouraging and even aggressive about guiding and promoting their children’s bands. Ringing up their professional contacts and ferrying gear to gigs, they engage in helicopter parenting for the future rock-star set.

Hudson Franzoni, 17, started drumming five years ago. To encourage his development, his parents built him a studio at their home in the Malibu hills.

His father, David Franzoni, a screenwriter whose credits include “Amistad” and “Gladiator,” has invited agents to watch Hudson’s bands play in the family’s backyard, with its panoramic view of the Pacific Ocean. He and his wife, Nancy, have also arranged for their son to continue his drumming lessons during their summers in Italy and while on location for movie shoots.

“I don’t want Hudson to wake up someday and say, ‘What happened to that thing I dreamed about when I was a kid?’ “ Mr. Franzoni said.

Viatjar a la lluna és avorrit (Sun Kil Moon, o Mark Kozelek)

La banda trapera (els nostres Clash) farien 30 anys , es pot dir que el Montilla (ciudad satelite era Cornella) ho ha millorat molt.

Broken Social Scene 'Cause they all need to be the cause They all want to fuck the cause

dilluns, 15 de juny del 2009

Brian Auger + Julie Driscoll & the Trinity (dinamita del 69)

Faces reloaded? o Stewart + Black Keys (per cert de Akron, no sé que em recorda)




McGee on music: Why we need a Faces reunion

I'm surprised by the lack of hoopla for a Faces reunion. It will mean a return to the halcyon days when Rod Stewart had critical and commercial success




Being a Rod Stewart fan these days is tough. If you mention his name in company then the odds are you're going to get at least one guffaw and a "blues traitor" comment. Why so serious about Rod the Mod? This is a man who was one of the main influences on the Sex Pistols (in his Faces days) and therefore helped instigate punk rock.

The problems people have with Stewart's career seem to start around the late 70s (his Blondes Have More Fun era), when he was making commercial bids into disco crossovers and soft pop (moves that prompted rockists to label Stewart a joke). Joke? Hardly. I can easily mention some classics from this period: Young Turks, Baby Jane and Downtown Train.

The anti-Stewart arguments are tired and scurrilous. From mod urchin to international playboy, Stewart has always been the essence of rock'n'roll by following his own instincts. His early days saw some of the heaviest players in UK music working with him: Joe Meek, Ray Davies, Julie Driscoll, Brian Auger, Fleetwood Mac and Jeff Beck. Impressive. However, it was when he joined the Faces and started his solo career that he began his iconic white-blues phase (1969-1974), releasing one commercial and critical smash after another.

A career highlight for me was discovering Stewart was a fan of Creation Records (he went on to cover the Primals and Oasis for his When We Were the New Boys album)

Being a fan, I'm surprised by the lack of hoopla for a Faces reunion. And the possibility of the Black Keys reworking Stewart?! This is news! Big news! The potential for a Black Keys and Stewart collaboration is exciting, and I have been tracking developments since I first heard the rumours. The Black Keys have been in collaboration heaven for the past few years, from their almost-there work with Ike Turner to Rick Rubin bringing them in for his ZZ Top project. Yet when I heard the Akron-based psychedelic blues boys were teaming up with Stewart? That tops the lot.

I mean, was there ever a better rock'n'roll band than the Faces? Drunken, likable and out for the good times – they have had a huge musical impact on myself, the Black Crowes, Wilco, the Sex Pistols, the Replacements, Oasis and many others. Which is why I think a Faces reunion will mean a return to the halcyon days of yore, where Stewart had critical and commercial success. Not that Stewart probably cares either way. The magic of Rod is that he does what he wants, when he wants, and hey, if he wants to work with the Black Keys and reunite the Faces, then that's fine with me.
Alan McGee 140 Posted by Alan McGee Monday 15 June 2009 15.05 BST guardian.co.uk

skip james (devil got my woman)