Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Friday, 26 June 2009

Top 5 Michael Jackson Songs of All Time


The fact that I can even assemble a list like this is testament to the prolific figure that Michael Jackson was in pop music. I've never owned one of his albums. Of the 4,547 songs on my iPod, not one of them is a Michael Jackson song (but I did have parachute pants in 1985, and really wanted a glitter glove).
The point is, Michael Jackson was so big in pop culture that one didn't even have to be a fan to recognize and participate in the global phenomena that was the King of Pop.

So here's my minimal tribute to Michael Jackson... a Top 5 greatest songs list:
  1. Billie Jean (1983): winner of two Grammy awards in 1984, this is the song that triggered MJ's success.
  2. Thriller (1983): the horror-sci-fi narrative music video was the most expensive video of its time, costing nearly $800,000 (equivalent to $1.4 million today), and is the title track to the bast selling album of all time.
  3. Beat It (1983): despite crass jokes about the meaning of the song, the lyrics are about defeat and courage.
  4. Don't Stop Til You Get Enough (1979): MJ's first solo Grammy from the Off the Wall album.
  5. Smooth Criminal (1987): the centerpiece of MJ's hour-long short film, Moonwalker (starring Joe Pesci), and inspiration for Sega Genesis arcade video game!

Friday, 20 February 2009

ALBUM REVIEW: White Lies - To Lose My Life


I should probably begin by confessing that I have a tendency to go through honeymoon phases with albums (especially debut albums).  For some reason, debut albums tend to be a lot of bands' climax, only to spiral downhill from there.  So, I imagine the verdict remains out on White Lies until their sophomore release, but after my first listen I am REALLY pleased with album, To Lose My Life. There will undoubtedly be comparisons to melancholy post-punk bands past, but in light of much of the canned drivel that is passing for music these days, White Lies is refreshing. Despite their morose lyrics and cryptic melodies, White Lies have just enough zip to prevent suicide levels of depression from setting in.  I haven't counted (and I'm not going to) the references to death, dying, the end, etc., but I'm fairly certain that they're in every track.  It's not an angry fascination with death so much as it is a sense of fearing it.  You might get the impression that the songwriter is obsessed with it.

If they're able to maintain this level of music, White Lies is Echo & the Bunnymen for the noughties... right down to Ian McCulloch-sounding frontman, Harry McVeigh.

You might like White Lies if you like: ECHO & THE BUNNYMEN, TEARS FOR FEARS, ARCADE FIRE, JOY DIVISION, INTERPOL, THE KILLERS

Tuesday, 17 July 2007

Ozomatli

The last time I saw Ozomatli perform was for their first record release party/concert in 1998 at the House of Blues Sunset Strip in Los Angeles. I had connections by way of my 'brother from another mother,' Manuel Delgado (Delgado Guitars), a third generation guitar maker who'd made a guitar for Ozomatli guitarist, Raul "El Bully" Pacheco.

My ears are still ringing as I've returned from seeing them perform at The Arches here in Glasgow. In true Ozomatli fashion, the venue was jumping (quite literally) to the up tempo fusion of Latin, hip hop, jazz, funk, reggae, and rock that defines Ozomatli. This nine-piece, multiethnic band puts on a show like few other bands I've seen (up there with Fishbone & The Mighty Mighty BossTones), and they endear themselves to the audience by thoroughly engaging them throughout the show. From start to finish there is literally no lull in the performance. E-N-E-R-G-Y is just about the only word that accurately describes their stage presence.

Unlike 99% of the gigs you'll go to where the band finishes their set with a warm farewell and a 'thanks for coming out," Ozomatli, in their entirety, exited stage center directly into the welcoming arms of the crowd, where they set themselves up in the center of the Arches and initiated a drum & horns jam that veritably rocked the red brick catacombs. Closing with an enthusiastic conga line that ended in a crescendo of beating drums and blaring horns, the band esteemed themselves to the crowd once more as they closed their final number to a fury of applause and howls.

After the show I sought out Raul "El Bully" Pacheco who was surprisingly and pleasantly accessible. We talked of the show in LA and of our mutual friend, Manuel. He asked what I was doing after the show to which I responded, "Dude, I have three of the most beautiful young women in Glasgow sleeping at home, waiting for my return. I'm going there."
If you ever have the opportunity to see them perform live, I highly, highly, highly recommend it. But drink your Red Bull... you'll need the energy boost.

Friday, 22 June 2007

(Un)Hip-Hop

If you look at any prominent industry in popular culture today you can see the affect the pursuit of money has had on the quality of that industry's product. Sports has been affected as athletes jump from team to team chasing the biggest contracts, diminishing fans' loyalties and ultimately the general publics' interest in that sport. The film industry has been affected as production companies trade quality for quantity as they pump out film after film, relying on star-power and special effects rather than exceptional screen writing, acting or directing. And the Hip-Hop music industry has certainly been affected as the artists and the producers of these artists have sold out (a common term in the music industry) to the insatiable appetite for money that they so frequently rap about.

Without alluding to too much statistical data, I was reading an article a few days ago in USA Today that listed some changing trends in the music industry. Rap sales are down 33% from 2006, twice the decline for the industry overall. Five years ago rap ruled the musical roost. Eminem's album The Eminem Show was the runaway best-selling album that year with 7.6 million copies. Since then, no rap album has sold well.

In 2003, 50 Cent ruled the charts. Three years later? High School Musical. In the past year, Jay-Z, Ludacris, Snoop Dogg,, Diddy and NaS have released albums, but only those by Jay-Z and Ludacris have even sold 1 million copies.

So why the massive drop in public interest and sales? Industry analysts suggest a range of factors including marketing strategies that have de-emphasized album sales in favor of selling less-lucrative single songs and short versions of those singles as ringtones.

I'm inclined to think it might be something else. I actually believe that today's savvy listeners are tiring of rappers emphasis on the 'gangsta' lifestyle/attitudes, and violent tales of street life and rampant, conspicuous consumption of 'the chronic.' Who really cares anymore? In the early 90s Gangsta Rap was music's radical newcomer reflecting the truth about life in the 'hood, especially from the perspective of poor and marginalized urban youths. Now it's a multi-billion dollar product.

It's rap's very success... it's transition from the Bronx block parties where it originated, to its Top 40 chart domination... that presents its biggest challenge. How do they stay authentically rooted in the environment they grew up in, while driving a Bentley with diamond-encrusted knobs and Louis Vuitton custom leather seats? And if they do discard the ghetto lifestyle of their past for triumphant stories of their successful transcendence, how long will listeners really care about their bling, their chronic, or their dubs?

The simple fact is this: you just can't be a commercial gangsta. Snoop Dogg endorses Pony sneakers; 50 Cent peddles grape flavored vitamin water. Fifteen years ago thugs were shooting kids to steal their sneakers. Now those same thugs have massive contracts to sell those sneakers... all legal and $#!+. And who in the hell is 50 Cent selling vitamin water too? Who drinks vitamin water??? Perhaps I've been out of the States for too long, but have 40oz bottles of malt liquor been replaced by 1 liter bottles of fruit flavored vitamin water? The mainstream business approach that's been taken by people who made a career out of bucking the system has drained creativity and credibility from an industry genre that desperately needs both.

Part of hip-hop's attraction has been the assumed authenticity of its lyrics and artists, but now many of today's listeners believe that so much of what's out there is orchestrated, fabricated and pre-packaged. Like many other industries, hip-hop has established a formula for success and now artists are simply trying to duplicate what's already proven successful.

Rap pioneer, KRS-One, bluntly explains, "The music is garbage. What has happened over the past few years is that we've traded art for money, simple and plain, and the public's not stupid."

Hip-hop artist, NaS, decried rap's lack of originality on his album Hip Hop Is Dead:

"Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game / Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business / They forgot where it started / So we all gather here for the dearly departed."


Hip-Hop used to be music with a message. Public Enemy's Chuck D described it as "the CNN of black culture," encompassing everything from parties to politics. Now hip-hop is a multi-billion dollar part of mainstream culture, influencing fashion, lifestyles and language, selling everything from SUVs to personal computers. One could argue that these artists (misogynists glorifying racism and violence) are simply making good on their own success, but the problem is they're still selling 'ghetto' while appearing on MTV's Cribs.

It all boils down to authenticity. Rappers are still trying to capitalize on the street cred they may have legitimately earned in years past, but it's hard to captivate an audience when you're a multi-millionaire sporting a diamond covered handgun pendant spitting lyrics about life in the 'hood.

Rap may not be dead, but it's significantly weakened, in part by its own doing. The strategy of pushing singles to sell albums has backfired in the digital age. Why spend $19.99 on a mediocre complete album when you can download the album's two good songs for 99-cents each? Rap's early pioneers like Grandmaster Flash, Public Enemy and LL Cool J touched on humor, politics, ghetto life and the realities of their surroundings. Today rap has degenerated from an art form into a ringtone. And that's where the backlash is coming from.

Hip-hop must reinvent itself if it's going to survive. It needs to start addressing the current issues society is facing. There's only so much bling, hos and chronic the public can take.

And a word to the industry (from an unqualified rep): reinventing itself does not mean diluting the product by jumping on whatever Top 40 genre is hot right now. Hip-hop is hip-hop. Jumping on the Gwen Stefani train is not reinventing yourself. It's self-preservation; it's trying to stay afloat.