Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Kippy Controversy

Earlier this week Franz Pahl, the Italian politician who began a hunger strike in protest of a Martin Kippenberger artwork, was hospitalized. Doctors reported that his condition was not serious, but as of yesterday he has ended the strike. Pahl is the president of Trentino-Alto Adige's regional council and refused to eat for eight days because of Kippenberger's 1990 work Zuerst die Füße (Feet First) . The sculpture depicts a crucified frog holding a mug of beer and an egg, and went on display at Bolzano's Museion Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art at the end of May. Pahl, who is up for reelection soon, says the work is offensive to the region's Catholics.

The exhibition opened in May and after protests the work, displayed in the entrance hall, was veiled but not removed as demanded. Later it was moved to a gallery on the third floor. Newspaper articles about the controversy were posted around the work. These gestures did nothing to appease the anger. In addition to the hunger strike there is a petition circulating which has been signed by more than ten thousand citizens calling for the immediate removal of the sculpture.

Other controversial crucifixion works include performances by Marina Abramovic and Hermann Nitsch, and of course, Andreas Serrano's Piss Christ.



Celestial eavesdropping

"A graphic design agency is employed to create a billboard advertising an unused frequency on the radio dial, which will produce white noise static, hiss & crackle. The work is an instructional performance piece, where the audience is the performer (the turning of the dial) and the sound is composed by the universe. At least one percent of all radio and television static is cooling radiation from the Big Bang, echoes of Genesis.

In 1964 physicists Arno Penzias and Robert Wilson, working for Bell Laboratories in New Jersey, discovered unidentifiable background 'noise' with a radio telescope. Mystified, they began a process of elimination which ruled out stars, galaxies, interference from local signals, even bird droppings on their antenna. The source lacked the energy output of celestial phenomena and the noise was isotropic - coming from everywhere in the sky at once. Their eventual conclusion was that the noise was residual radiation from the Big Bang. The low energy level explained by it having been created over 13 billion years ago. The two published their findings in the Astrophysical Journal in 1965 and were awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics thirteen years later."


This piece is one of three contributions I have to the LOLA festival in London, Ontario, later this fall. The others are Pop Quiz and Life and Death (more on that in a later post). Also taking part are my friends Laurel Woodcock and Kelly Mark, as well as half a dozen other visual artists. The event is curated by Paul Walde. Musical performers include Sandro Perri, Holy Fuck and DoMaySayThink.

Paradoxical Undressing

Next week I’m going to Preston to give a lecture, and then spending a coupla nights in Edinburgh, which happens to coincide with the Fringe Festival. I hope to see Ian Hamilton Finlay's Little Sparta (which, according to the Guardian last week is not only Finlay's best work but "Scotland's greatest work of contemporary art"), William McGonagall's grave, and Martha Rosler's library (which I attended in Manhattan a coupla years ago, and really enjoyed).

But I'm most looking forward to seeing Kristin Hersh perform at Cabaret Voltaire, as part of the Edge Festival. Though not mentioned near as often as other musicians on this blog (or the one I wrote for Mercer Union, previously), she is far and away my favorite singer-songwriter. For those not familiar with her work, here's a lil primer:

In 1981, when she was fifteen years old, Hersh formed the band Throwing Muses with her step-sister Tanya Donnelly, in Newport, Rhode Island. They self-released a demo tape known as The Doghouse Cassette which came to the attention of Ivo Watts-Russell, who ran the influential 4AD label (then home to Nick Cave and the Birthday Party, Cocteau Twins, This Mortal Coil, Dead Can Dance, Colin Newman, Bauhaus and Wolfgang Press). He offered to sign the band, who became the first American act on the label. Their eponymous debut was released in 1986, to much critical acclaim. The songs featured unorthodox structures, shifting tempos, and stark, candid lyrics. Hersh's writing, playing and vocals were offset by Donnelly's pop sensibilities and harmonies, and by the unique drumming of David Narcizo (who, at times, looked like he was trying to nail his kit to the floor).

The next year they released both The Fat Skier and the Changes Chained EP (now grouped together on one CD), and House Tornado the year after that. Their first album to crack to the top 100, Hunkpapa, was released in 1988. It had some great songs on it (Devil's Roof, Santa Claus and a near-hit, Dizzy) but was marred by weak production and the unfortunate choice of adding horns and keyboards. This was followed by The Real Ramona and the single Counting Backwards, which came backed with a track called Cottonmouth, which is my favorite b-side of all time.

Prior to this record Donnelly formed The Breeders as a side-project band with Kim Deal (of the Pixies) and released the Steve Albini produced Pod. After The Real Ramona, which featured Donnelly's most popular Muses song (Not Too Soon), she left both bands to form Belly, who went on to considerable (though short-lived) success.

The Muses continued on as a trio, releasing the stripped down Red Heaven, perhaps the group's most consistent effort since their debut. The next record would be the acoustic solo record Hips and Makers and following this Hersh released both Muses records and solo albums and also formed another band, the heavier 50 Foot Wave.

Of the later Throwing Muses records University was both the strongest, and the most popular, spawning a minor alternative hit called Bright Yellow Gun. Hips and Makers and Strange Angels (co-produced with Joe Henry) are the best of the acoustic albums. Sunny Border Blue and the recent Learn to Sing Like A Star are the standout non-acoustic solo recordings.

Hersh also self-released a brilliant record of Appalachian songs called Murder, Misery and Then Goodnight in 1998. A decade later, the follow-up is expected this year. These were songs that her father would sing to her as a child, the type of lullabies and murder ballads found on Harry Smith’s classic Folkways collection.

Hersh has collaborated with Michael Stipe of REM (who sang back-up on Your Ghost), Xiu Xiu, Vic Chesnutt, and Bob Mould. The Throwing Muses are cited as an influence by Radiohead, and both The Flaming Lips and the Pixies used to open for them. They’re just still waiting for the their ‘Fight Club’ moment. Hersh has three records in Pitchfork’s Top 100 of the nineties (two Muses, one solo) and Spin Magazine has included the debut record in their top 100 alternative albums of all time book.

The performance in Edinburgh is called Paradoxical Undressing, named after the phenomenon where hypothermia victims become confused and disoriented, and begin shedding their clothes. The performance will include spoken word, film, music and essays, with Hersh reading excerpts from her forthcoming memoir, detailing her teenage years grappling with mental illness, pregnancy and life in the music business.

Her Myspace page is here. The CASH Music project - Coalition of Artists and Stakeholders (again, presumably influencing Radiohead) website is here. Everything else (including many downloadable songs) can be found at www.kristinhersh.com.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Talking Heads Remix

When I first met Mike I noticed a copy of David Byrne's book Arboretum in his studio and we started talking about Byrne and the Talking Heads. His passion for their music, coupled with the release of the new Eno/Byrne collaboration (which is supposed to launch today, with a free download) and the new Byrne song which is actually getting radioplay even here in Dufftown (I'm hearing it in convenience stores - its probably due to the excellent video) I've been revisiting their material.

He burnt me a nice remix he did of Naive Melody, always one of my favorite Talking Heads' songs. It's a great contented love song (home is where I want to be but I guess I'm already there) with some strangely romantic lines (sing into my mouth). Laurel Woodcock is basing a billboard around one of the lyrics for the LOLA project in London which I am contributing to. More about that soon.

So I got the urge to remix a song myself, something I've never done before without having access to some of the isolated tracks (like a 12" single that included an a cappella version, for example). I chose Papa Legba from the most underrated of the band's albums, True Stories. I always thought it was a great soundtrack to a a great film. Radiohead took their name from one of the songs and it spawned a few hit singles but is generally considered an embarrassment. Byrne himself says he wishes he just released the film versions. I'm quite happy to have both (especially now that I've hunted down the kids choir version of Hey Now).

I've been thinking a lot about constraints lately so I set myself the following:

I could not incorporate sounds from outside sources, the instrumentation had to remain from the original and from the Pop Staples film version. I cheated a little - I used canned cymbals because they were impossible to isolate from the original and I added a little bit from Byrne's demo version, which I suppose is still a primary source (well, moreso, even).

The final remix should be shorter than the original, not longer.

It should take no more time than I might waste watching a movie.


I'm pretty happy with the final result, which is posted here.


Papa Legba, or Legba Atibon, Atibon Legba, Ati-Gbon Legba, is, in Haitian Voodoo, the intermediary between the Ioa/lwa and humanity. He stands at a spiritual crossroads and gives (or denies) permission to speak with the spirits of Guinee. He is a master linguist, trickster and warrior. The standard petition to Legba is

Papa Legba, open the door
Your children await
Open the door Papa Legba
So that I may pass
When I return, I will thank the loa

which is where the chorus lyric is derived from.


This quote from Tommy Johnson (often misattributed to Robert Johnson) describes how one strikes a deal with Legba in return for guitar playing prowess:

"If you want to learn how to make songs yourself, you take your guitar and your go to where the road crosses that way, where a crossroads is. Get there be sure to get there just a little ' fore 12 that night so you know you'll be there. You have your guitar and be playing a piece there by yourself. A big black man will walk up there and take your guitar and he'll tune it. And then he'll play a piece and hand it back to you. That's the way I learned to play anything I want."

Saturday, August 2, 2008

This weekend


A number of writing deadlines are fast approaching (National Post, a text for Kelly Mark's forthcoming - and long overdue - retrospective monograph, etc.) but this weekend is turning out to be the busiest I've had here. Last night was the opening for the first exhibition held at the Glenfiddich onsite gallery, featuring work by Mike, Chenwe, Jin and Martina. It was a nice event, with a decent sized crowd, finger food and excellent mojitos. My friend Derek Sullivan and five other artists from a residency in nearby Lumsden cabbed in to see the show. It was nice to see a familiar face from Toronto. Tonight a number of us are going to take a bus into Elgin to see Andy's band play their first local gig. Then tomorrow night they're hosting a big dinner for us in the dining hall with the CEO of William Grant and Sons, Peter Gordon (great great grandson to founder William Grant).

Friday, August 1, 2008

Words and Music

I suspect it's brilliant (and the premise certainly is - using Alvin Lucier's I am Sitting in a Room and Kylie Minogue's Can't Get You Out of My Head to tell the history of pop) but I'm having trouble getting through Paul Morley's book Words and Music. I respect his knowledge, admiration and pure love of pop music, but his writing style is more akin to free-jazz. The book suffers from pretentious prose experiments, excessive list-making, and digressions upon digressions.

These are all, I understand, exactly (italics, please) what people admire about this book, and what sets it apart from humdrum music journalism. I could take a few cheap shots to make my case (quoting unfortunate lines like “from the hip of Elvis Presley to the lips of Eminem”) but that's sort of besides the point. The book is authoritative and scholarly, just highly idiosyncratic. It's almost as if he's trying to emulate his mentor Tony Wilson, who Morley eulogized as being "so full of life, so full of himself". The phrase could easy describe the book. It's alive and overflowing with ideas but also has its head up its own ass. Morely comes across as a better thinker than communicator.

Also, I've just never particularly cottoned to the type of gonzo music journalism that sprung from Crawdaddy and Cream in the seventies, with writers like Lester Bangs, Nick Tosches and Richard Meltzer (though I have friends who swear by them). They always felt like music-writers' writers, forever forging new ground for - and subverting - the genre. Meltzer, for example, is known for reviewing concerts and albums that he did not attend or listen to. Part of me appreciates the piss-take, but mostly it comes across as indulgent. Yes, I want my music journalism smart and insightful, and I want it well written, but that's about it.

And then I realize that I may have inadvertently hit upon a central theme in the book (I don't know, I'm not far enough in). This is quite probably the same thing that most listeners require of their pop music. They simply want it to function, whether that means something that they can dance to or something that they hum along with. They don't require that it be 'important' or break any new ground. They're looking for something utilitarian, not an art form.

So the book has been useful for that small revelation, at least. I'll continue reading it, but I may start to skim.







Flaming Lips version of the KM song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFREWbwgIMA

New Flickr Photos

Three goats, a dozen cows and two hundred and fifty thousand barrels. More pictures from yesterday's walk, here.