Thursday, August 14, 2014
mY 37 FaVOrite AlBuMs oF aLL TiME
or: DiAry Of a A MusIC sNob by JoE kOta$
The albums that I love the most! The ones that had the most profound effect or gave enormous listening pleasure to my soul...
1. P Smith Horses. My pick for the absolute masterpiece of all time. Transcendent creation peak combination of words, poetry, artistry, imagery, death and fascination.... patti in her prime.
the words r just rules and regulations to me
2. Steve Harley and Cockney Rebel . The Psychomodo. this little known classic gets number two cause it deserves recognition. one collection of unique folk rock/ glam with a 1st class vocalist and feel good songwriting. love it!!
3. Forever Changes. Arthur Lee and Love's timeless masterpiece.
4. Ultravox. Systems of ROmance. not a bad one in the bunch of knock your socks off electropop, atmospheric, overdrive. in the blue light.. blue light!
5. Blue Oyster Cult. Agents of Fortune. This is the sumer of 1976 time capsule of the USA. Break out masterpiece collection of barnstorming rock n roll ..and of course, the reaper.
6. Terje Rypdal. Odyssey. four sides of ambient scandinavian majick. since when does a trombone sound so good? Precursor of ambient.terje rypdal odyssey
midnight in norway.
7. The Doors. The Doors. Dark, with great cover. Doors album covers were just SO weird!! not to mention Jimi Hendrix are you experienced which my brother bought when he was like 5 and father had a stroke and made him take it back to sattler's.
8. Eno. Taking Tiger Mntn by strategy. just out there! beautiful masterpiece, oblique strategy.
9.Echo & the Bunnymen. Crocodiles. da bunnymen pack more emotion in one album than any 50 Beatles songs! they ushered in the 80s in europe!
10. Buffalo Springfield. Again. Gorgeous songs for playing outside. water in a desert. ...
by now, u realize this list has no logical progression....
11. Talking Heads REmain in Light. i think it's their best although the others are friggin great too. especially talking heads 77.
12. D Bowie the man who sold the world. this one struck me as his most captivating/bizarre. it really made my brain short circuit. but how could you forget DIamond Dogs? OMG! Scary Monsters!! Bowie!!
13. Human League Dare. well, who didn't dance their ass off to half the songs on this album??
14. Gary Numan and tubeway army. replicas. OUT THERE! another to usher in the 80s in a major way. down in the park, are friends electric galvanize Numan as a force to be reckoned with.
15. Japan, Gentlemen deserve Polaroids. cause i can!
16. 999, high energy plan. wow!!
17 Blind faith
18 Yaz. Upstairs at Erics. This was IT! should be on anyone's list.
don't stop now boys!
19. joy division. closer. scary good.
20. Nick Cave. Futurama. wow. another twenty feet of snow from nick cave.
21 Todd rundgren's utopia. scratcccchhhh.. deleted from this list upon last listening. got old.
22. Simple Minds. Life in a Day. as fresh as a Playboy magazine to a teenager.
23. Dead can Dance. Dead can Dance. Took serbian folk ballads into the 4th dimension.
24 the national. alligator. bouillabaisse for the ear. thanks lisa!
25. stranglers. Black and White. this should be higher on the list. a friggin masterpiece. no holds barred. rhythm and keyboards. is it punk? is it new wave? unclassifiable fantastic.
26. tindersticks. tindersticks. my love affair w tindersticks lasted about ten years. as the name implies, they will start a fire in your body and soul.
27. Magazine. Real Life. this should be higher up on the list. a frickin game changer!!
can't touch this
28. Skids. Days in Europa. wham bam thank u man.
29. Genesis Foxtrot containing the ultimate masterpiece supper's ready.
30. ELP Pictures at an exhibition. bombast .... but good bombast.
31. van der graaf generator. still life/godbluff. two legendary prog rock albums. how to pick 1?
32. Blur Parklife. listened to it about 50 times. aural sex.
33. Fruit of the Original Sin. Disques du crepescule compilation. mood to the mood power.
34 Television. Marquee Moon/ Adventure. hard to pick one.
35. pink floyd . dark side of the moon.
36. Yes. Relayer. mainly cause my friend Jeff rated it his fave of all time. and well.. gates of delirium!
37. Umm... what happened to 37? Well, Snowy Red, The Right to Die should be on here.
that's it. thanks for listening! xox JK august fourteenth fourteen
Sunday, June 22, 2014
NICK CAVE, MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN, JUNE 20, 2014
And some people
Say it's just rock 'n roll
Oh, but it gets you
Right down to your soul
............................review and photos by Joe Kotas.................................
Mind blown. What can I say??
Okay, let's start with the opening band.. Warpaint played. I'm sorry, they were just plain lame. Plucking at their instruments, kinda grooving, but me thinking the whole is less than the sum of its parts.
Warpaint started promptly at 8:00.. and were done soon afterward. Before you knew it, they were playing their hit, "Elephant" but nobody seemed to know or care. Warpaint came across like they were more into the idea of being rock stars than delivering music to the masses and I wondered how the next band would fare, when the essence of music is plucking at strings in the air?
well ... THEN UP JUMPED THE DEVIL!!
Nick Cave and his Bad Seeds took the stage and by the second song, Jubilee St. it was clear that we were in for a rare and delicious PERFORMANCE of EPIC proportions!!
..............................................................................................................................
A manic, maniac genius proud of the art he created and delivering it as it deserves to be heard, Nick and his band soon whipped themselves and the crowd into a frenzy.
The contrast between this and the previous band couldn't be more obvious, Cave and the Bad Seeds were painting a picture, creating an ATMOSPHERE, building an EDIFICE... then SMASHING IT down.
Cave's lyrics take you down the road into dimly lit whorehouses where murder, Jesus, god and the devil all take their places in turn.
Next up.. Tupelo. I carried the burden of Tupelo. BAM! Another power packed powder keg going off in all directions in a timed demolition.. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
This is why you go see Nick Cave, Patti Smith and David Bowie, they capture lightning in a bottle. Not so much musicians, as shamans casting a spell... Cave himself intoxicated in his own music... it becomes infectious, highly contagious and the NICE AND LOUD, PERFECTLY TIGHT, bubonic plague never sounded so good.
...................................................................................................................................
No subject is taboo for Cave. His songs usually involve heavy subjects: love and death; sex and murder; prostitution and pleasure; pain and redemption, affliction and addiction, the dark side, YOU GET THE IDEA? THIS AINT JUSTIN BEIBER.
Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are all weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come.
His subject matter gives goosebumps. He is taking you to the other side of the tracks. He is thinking things through so you don't have to! ;) (sounded good-ed) Philosophy, experience, playing piano, singing, dancing a merry tune, moving and grooving, exorcising demons and directing his band in a fierce struggle beyond good and evil, raging against the dying of the light.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die.
...............................................................................................................................
Only Peter Hammill comes to mind in a similar vein of the suffering poet category, the musician dealing with monumental issues. Yet Cave seems to escape unscathed. He puts his toe in the water only to tell you it's not fit for human consumption, but you can try it anyway if you want. Cave asks the serious questions and captures the human condition in his songs-as-stories and the books he writes. Is there redemption? Cave seems to get by through his love and the power of creation.
It is as though Nick Cave's reflection on the options available have strengthened his resolve to leave an indelible mark on rock n' roll history. I was touched by his connection to humanity. Wading through the crowd, spending time with the audience, touching hands and looking people in the eye. Nick Cave, not an out-of-touch rock star, but a down to earth mensch, just like you and me and all the polite people of Milwaukee. At one point, he made reference to the last time he was in this town many years ago, asking if anyone had seen the show so they could tell him what it was like since he had no memory of it himself. Yet thirty years later he brings a super-professional product to the stage (and will do it thirty times in the next two months) as he builds his legacy, a la Iggy Pop-the workingman musician who always gave his all, 200% every time. Bravo!
All the clocks have stopped in Memphis now
In the Lorraine Motel, it's hot, it's hot
That's why they call it the Hot Spot
I take a room with a view
Hear a man preaching in a language that's completely new, yea
Making the hot cocks in the flophouse bleed
While the cleaning ladies sob into their mops
And a bellhop hops and bops
A shot rings out to a spiritual groove
Everybody bleeding to that Higgs Boson Blues
If I die tonight, bury me
In my favorite yellow patent leather shoes
With a mummified cat and a cone-like hat
That the caliphate forced on the Jews
Can you feel my heartbeat?
Can you feel my heartbeat?
DO YOU LOVE ME???
YES WE DO!
Joe Kotas
6/22/14 Chicago
Say it's just rock 'n roll
Oh, but it gets you
Right down to your soul
............................review and photos by Joe Kotas.................................
Mind blown. What can I say??
Okay, let's start with the opening band.. Warpaint played. I'm sorry, they were just plain lame. Plucking at their instruments, kinda grooving, but me thinking the whole is less than the sum of its parts.
Warpaint started promptly at 8:00.. and were done soon afterward. Before you knew it, they were playing their hit, "Elephant" but nobody seemed to know or care. Warpaint came across like they were more into the idea of being rock stars than delivering music to the masses and I wondered how the next band would fare, when the essence of music is plucking at strings in the air?
well ... THEN UP JUMPED THE DEVIL!!
Nick Cave and his Bad Seeds took the stage and by the second song, Jubilee St. it was clear that we were in for a rare and delicious PERFORMANCE of EPIC proportions!!
..............................................................................................................................
A manic, maniac genius proud of the art he created and delivering it as it deserves to be heard, Nick and his band soon whipped themselves and the crowd into a frenzy.
The contrast between this and the previous band couldn't be more obvious, Cave and the Bad Seeds were painting a picture, creating an ATMOSPHERE, building an EDIFICE... then SMASHING IT down.
Cave's lyrics take you down the road into dimly lit whorehouses where murder, Jesus, god and the devil all take their places in turn.
Next up.. Tupelo. I carried the burden of Tupelo. BAM! Another power packed powder keg going off in all directions in a timed demolition.. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
This is why you go see Nick Cave, Patti Smith and David Bowie, they capture lightning in a bottle. Not so much musicians, as shamans casting a spell... Cave himself intoxicated in his own music... it becomes infectious, highly contagious and the NICE AND LOUD, PERFECTLY TIGHT, bubonic plague never sounded so good.
...................................................................................................................................
No subject is taboo for Cave. His songs usually involve heavy subjects: love and death; sex and murder; prostitution and pleasure; pain and redemption, affliction and addiction, the dark side, YOU GET THE IDEA? THIS AINT JUSTIN BEIBER.
Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are all weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come.
His subject matter gives goosebumps. He is taking you to the other side of the tracks. He is thinking things through so you don't have to! ;) (sounded good-ed) Philosophy, experience, playing piano, singing, dancing a merry tune, moving and grooving, exorcising demons and directing his band in a fierce struggle beyond good and evil, raging against the dying of the light.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die.
...............................................................................................................................
Only Peter Hammill comes to mind in a similar vein of the suffering poet category, the musician dealing with monumental issues. Yet Cave seems to escape unscathed. He puts his toe in the water only to tell you it's not fit for human consumption, but you can try it anyway if you want. Cave asks the serious questions and captures the human condition in his songs-as-stories and the books he writes. Is there redemption? Cave seems to get by through his love and the power of creation.
It is as though Nick Cave's reflection on the options available have strengthened his resolve to leave an indelible mark on rock n' roll history. I was touched by his connection to humanity. Wading through the crowd, spending time with the audience, touching hands and looking people in the eye. Nick Cave, not an out-of-touch rock star, but a down to earth mensch, just like you and me and all the polite people of Milwaukee. At one point, he made reference to the last time he was in this town many years ago, asking if anyone had seen the show so they could tell him what it was like since he had no memory of it himself. Yet thirty years later he brings a super-professional product to the stage (and will do it thirty times in the next two months) as he builds his legacy, a la Iggy Pop-the workingman musician who always gave his all, 200% every time. Bravo!
All the clocks have stopped in Memphis now
In the Lorraine Motel, it's hot, it's hot
That's why they call it the Hot Spot
I take a room with a view
Hear a man preaching in a language that's completely new, yea
Making the hot cocks in the flophouse bleed
While the cleaning ladies sob into their mops
And a bellhop hops and bops
A shot rings out to a spiritual groove
Everybody bleeding to that Higgs Boson Blues
If I die tonight, bury me
In my favorite yellow patent leather shoes
With a mummified cat and a cone-like hat
That the caliphate forced on the Jews
Can you feel my heartbeat?
Can you feel my heartbeat?
DO YOU LOVE ME???
YES WE DO!
Joe Kotas
6/22/14 Chicago
Friday, January 17, 2014
Meurglys III
Peter Hammill and Van der Graaf Generator at the Abbey Pub, Chicago, June 25, 2009.
VdGG MeurglysIII
Peter Hammill and Van der Graaf Generator at the Abbey Pub, Chicago, June 25, 2009.
VdGG MeurglysIII
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