I've been gushing over Seela's jazz work since I first heard her singing at the Elephant Room swing jam sessions before the formation of Torch. She's had a musical split personality for all these years, with her mid-20th-century jazz influences on the one hand contrasting with her singer-songwriter work on the other. She more or less stuck to using her own name for gigs outside the jazz vein and Torch within it.
With this CD consisting largely of originals, Seela seems to be bringing the two halves together. To me the songwriting sounds a lot like her solo work on Hard Times Hit and Something Happened while the performance moves in and out of expected jazz conventions. The standards on Charmed are planted a little more firmly on jazz foundations but much spacier than the trad swing settings where I first heard Seela. (The exception is "The Happy Song," a ditty Seela wrote for an unmade Old Navy commercial; it certainly makes me want to get grass stains on denim, so I think they should have bought the song.)
I'll always have a personal attachment to Torch's earlier work but I have to cheer as they find their own voice.
I can't believe I'd never made it to End of an Ear before. Although the emphasis is on vinyl, the store has plenty of lovingly selected CDs as well. I picked up a copy of Torch guitarist Chris Vestre's new one, Suburban Life at a reasonable price. I'll be back.
Speaking of reasonable prices, after several years recycling chunks of my CD collection as trade-ins at Waterloo, I'm trying something new: the online CD trading service Lala.com. At Waterloo I seem to average a fairly generous $4/disc for trade-ins (at least for the titles they accept); with used and sale-price CDs running $7 to $14 it takes me maybe three old CDs to come home with one new one. At Lala the ratio is one to one, with Lala taking a modest fee of $1.75 a trade. It works like Netflix: Lala provides prepaid mailers and has a nifty YASN-inspired interface for matching "haves" with "wants."
I'm tempted to spam all my friends with Lala invitations, but I'll refrain. For what it's worth, here are my own haves and wants. (Interesting that for all the social features in Lala there are no viral incentives; I don't get a bonus for recruiting new signups.)
This year the Christmas cards never got written but at least I managed to pull together my annual mix CD. If you're a regular commenter here, drop me a line with your snail-mail address and I'd be delighted to send you a copy.
Happy listening in 2007!
This is a few months late, but check out the official German entry in the 2006 Eurovision Song Contest.
What a pity real Texans can't enter! Kelly Willis or Hot Club of Cowtown would have whupped their little popos. Or any SoCo happy hour band, for that matter.
Language geek notes: Wikipedia reports that Eurovision's language policy has flipflopped over the years as to whether contestants must sing in their own national languages. When the rules are loosened, English dominates, but a couple of entries have even been in conlangs.
Moro No Brasil (I Live in Brazil) is an explicitly Buena Vista Social Club-inspired film about the roots of Brazilian music. It is structured as a road trip from the Amazon through the Northeast and down to Rio de Janeiro, taking in a dozen musical styles along the way. The movie pointedly avoids the two Brazilian musical movements most familiar outside Brazil, bossa nova and tropicália, focusing mostly on older practitioners of traditional music.
The more folkloric scenes are great but I have to admit that the highlights for me are the artists I already knew, specifically Margareth Menezes, and - worth the price of admission all by himself - Seu Jorge hanging out and performing with the self-described old guard of the Mangueira samba school. Ivo Meireilles' staging of a James Brown medley on favela rooftops is fun, too, but it doesn't sound anything like the much more hiphop-influenced funk brasileiro I've run into elsewhere, and when a voiceover makes the doubtful claim that funk bands have led to a huge drop in narcotrafficking in the Rio slums it hurts the movie's musicological credibility as a whole.
Moro No Brasil is to be commended for bringing attention to styles and artists that haven't made it into the world music bins, but as a film it has some shortcomings. The conceit of the road movie and the first-person title suggest that we should learn something about the personal journey of the filmmaker, but all we get is that he's a Finn who left the snow behind and owns a night club in Rio. Nor do the musicians' personal stories add up to quite a dramatic arc to match the remarkable history of Cuba's Buena Vista Social Club. So what's left is a grab-bag of concert footage, interviews and impressive Brazilian scenery. Certainly could be worse!
And meanwhile I'm still waiting for the Brazilian music documentaries of my own dreams: a full-on Ken Burns treatment of Ruy Castro's history of bossa nova followed by something similar for MPB. They're long overdue.
This is the 11th or 12th edition of my annual mix CD that goes out to friends with the xmas cards. As before if you're a regular here, send me your snail-mail address and a copy is yours. (iTunes addicts: if you prefer I'll send you an MP3 CD with metadata and bonus tracks! Just let me know.)
Last year I had to omit Morningwood's "Take Off Your Clothes" to maintain a family listening experience. This year it was Alice and the Enemies' "Touching Boys in Supermarkets" (follow that link for a listen) and, even moreso, the Brazilian Girls' "P***y P***y P***y Marijuana".
There. Now I can start my playlist for 2006...
So I'm happy to report that they have a page of MP3s for your downloading pleasure.
Seela's playing every Tuesday this month at Cedar Street happy hour in various musical combinations. She has two very different musical personas: the dark singer-songwriter doing original material, and the cool-yet-hot jazz chanteuse putting her own spin on standards. Is it heartless of me to say that I like the former but love the latter? Another case of hating to pigeonhole music and yet it would be nice to have a subtle clue as to which to expect before making the trip downtown.
In the mid-70's I was last trombone in my high school stage band and just getting into jazz. The gateway drugs at the time were Chicago and Blood, Sweat and Tears, followed closely by big bands like those of Maynard Ferguson (favored by the trumpet players) and Woody Herman (who I liked better because his work was arrangement-driven rather than hanging entirely from Maynard's lip). It was awful stuff -- lame covers of pop tunes, trying to wed the bandleaders' obsession with big harmonic piles of reeds and brass to the electric bass and chucka-chucka guitar required by the kids. Even the jazz fusion I graduated to was an improvement, followed thank heaven by ECM, early Wayne Shorter and Herbie Hancock, Getz/Gilberto, Mingus, Monk, and Miles.
So when I thought I was half-listening to a Maynard Ferguson track -- like Hawaii Five-O stretched out past the commercial break -- I wondered, where did Fluxblog dig that up?
Now I totally dig it. Amazing what just a drop of ironic hipster context will do. Gotta rent the anime.
Thanks to everybody's help, my sister's band Frump (the all-mom garage band) will be playing not one but four gigs during SxSW. (At unofficial sideshow events, of course.)
My sister's band Frump wants to play in Austin during South by Southwest. Does anybody know of any sideshow events or non-SxSW venues which would be interested in booking an all-mom garage band from Dallas? They've been getting a lot of press lately and you can hear a very brief audio sample.
Two years back I blogged a short list of counter-SxSW festivals (South by South First, South by North Loop, Yeast by Mouth Beast, etc.). In 2004 the site South by So What? compiled a full schedule of alternative events. It doesn't seem to be updated yet this year.
So... Anybody have any suggestions, or know of a comparable list for 2005?
Addendum: I forgot to mention this pic that Jane links to from a Thanksgiving party at a club where she plays. Note the iPods lined up on the turntable. Great idea; is that standard practice these days? Does the iPod sound good enough for a club sound system?
The pic brings to mind a new form of key party where you toss your iPod in a bowl and draw someone else's at random for some promiscuous listening pleasure.
On a surfing expedition that started at Webjay I came across this wonderful snapshot of music from São Paulo 2004, Cidade Mutação. It's part of the larger site for a cultural festival that happened in November and includes art and writing as well.
The music page seems to authorize downloads as there's a Baixar a MP3 button on each band's popup, but downloading just generates errors. So I've extracted a list of the MP3s and created a Webjay playlist to make them streamable:
I'm especially taken with the track by Cansei de Ser Sexy, which has one of the better band names I've heard lately ("I Got Tired of Being Sexy").
I saw The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou this afternoon (fun fun fun) and one of its many surprises is a bunch of David Bowie covers rendered in Portuguese by Brazilian musician and actor Seu Jorge. I don't know how they'll stand up on their own, but as used in the movie they're great. Jorge plays a crewmember who always seems to be perched in the crow's nest with his guitar at just the right moment for a little acoustic glam-samba.
Meanwhile I've just learned of Mosquitos founder Chris Root's prior project, A.M. 60, which also has a record out, Big as the Sky. Apparently A.M. 60 is the proverbial "we're big in Japan" band, and in the UK, where it first appeared. So while Chris and Jon and Juju were bombing around the US as the Mosquitos, Chris's records as A.M. 60 were raking in serious profits abroad.
A.M. 60 sounds like what you'd expect, the Mosquitos minus the Brazilian musical component and with Juju moved to backing vocals. I'd say it's another three-star effort, worth a listen but not a religious conversion. You can hear it for yourself on the A.M. 60 site.
Having just ended a Mosquitos tour, they're climbing back into the van for AM60's first American tour (scheduled to be at Stubbs on December 11). Makes you wonder why they didn't just schedule a joint tour for both bands at once...
It's time for my annual audio holiday card, a mix CD of what I've been listening to lately. As in previous years, if you're a regular here, drop me a line with your snail-mail address and I'll be delighted to send you a copy.
This year developments like MP3 blogs and Webjay have made a big difference in my listening habits. I'm hearing lots of new things I never would have heard any other way. You can tell from all the indie pop and DJ/electronica/dance creeping onto the list, normally not "my" genres. I like the novelty, but the downside is that I'm a sucker for a lot of one-hit wonders: when I manage to track down additional material by these people it doesn't always match my expectations. Not a good sign for the "give them a taste for free on the net and they'll buy the album" school of thought. Oh, well.
My one regret about this list is that I had to leave out what might be my favorite tune of the year, Take Off Your Clothes (click there! that's an MP3!) by Morningwood. It's missing strictly because I was shooting for a PG-13 rating, not NC-17. The sacrifices we make for our children. Sigh.
What else? If you know anything about Single Tear, please please pass it on; they elude my Google skills. I thought about trying to track down videos for these songs but the ones I found were pretty dismal except for the must-see Odyle and the would-be-better-in-hi-res Take Me Out. [Update: Grupo Fantasma also has a great video out for Utility Rock.] Finally, Momus and Thalma de Freitas both have blogs which are worth a look.
There. Now I can start my playlist for 2005.
This interview doesn't credit Ernst directly but close enough.
Unfortunately not even the "high res" online version can do the video justice. It's a small miracle that I happened to catch it on TV at 3:00 AM, the only time slot these days when MTV actually plays music videos. There are more FF videos to squint at if you're so inclined.