Sunday, January 31, 2010

Music to our ears: Mom turns 85 today

Mavis Gabriel Smith turns 85 today, but her family couldn't wait to celebrate such a joyous landmark occasion. Saturday we baked bruna kakor for the first time, prepared hot beef sandwiches and potato soup, and polished off a bottle of very affordable chardonnay just doing a toast.

Today the bulletin at Our Saviour's Lutheran Church is dedicated to Mom, and a more deserving person you could not find among the entire congregation. She is distressed over Pastor Tom leaving soon for a new assignment, so we do what we can to put her mind at ease.

I watched her closely last night, as you do when you marvel at someone who has aged so gracefully and still pushes ahead in her twilight years with a big smile and an enduring purpose. That is great granddaughter Nora beside her in the photo, a remarkable image that tells you so much about our family.

As we sang Happy Birthday I was engulfed in memories of my mother and how, without really trying, she shaped the musical directions of her children. For starters, it was she who purchased the first Beatles record in our family, "I Want to Hold Your Hand." She made sure we saw the Mitchell Boys Choir from Harlem when they came through town. We sang along with Mitch, for crying out loud. Mom, with Dad's support, was the reason Sue played saxophone, Mary played flute and both Jeannie and I wound up in percussion (though I would quickly flee the drum kit to pursue mindless endeavors.) Money was always tight but I remember more than once Mom slipping us enough money to go downtown and buy a record album. It's the reason we had 33 rpms like "A Symphony For Tommy" playing on our turntable.

Last night she listened intently as audio from the day's Dairyland Conference Solo and Ensemble competition was played and grandson Carter did her proud. And we were reminded once again: This is all about family. It always has been and always will be. We can never forget to thank our parents for that.

And we should never forget to celebrate a birthday in style, especially the big eight-five. Happy birthday, Mom.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

And speaking of Al Green...

We play requests at Six String Sanctuary. A reader asked about the Al Green video mentioned in the previous blog so we dutifully oblige. (The hyperlink function isn't working this morning so click on the link below:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrgSBGP5bi0

With a bandana sling holding up his right arm (reportedly injured in a mishap in Milwaukee) and a long-stemmed rose in his left, Green was at his seductive best during a Soul Train appearance in 1974. He would score six No. 1 hits on the R&B charts during this soul-charged period, but the song performed here "Come and Get Me (Take Me By the Hand)" was a near-miss at No. 2.

Before long Green's career and life would take a dramatic shift. After a girlfriend dumped boiling grits on him while he was showering and then killed herself with his gun, Green would turn from pop to gospel. Which really wasn't much of a turn for him. He once told an interviewer: "I was raised on gospel. It was put into my cornbread. I ate it."

There's a great photo slideshow on his website: http://www.algreenmusic.com/photogallery.html

Athough Green still tours, his main gig is serving as pastor of the Full Tabernacle Church in Memphis. Now there's a church service we'd love to attend.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Good news: Carey Ott finds his soul

Note: Copy the link below into a new browser window so you can listen while reading:

http://www.box.net/shared/ccs6946ovx

Once in a great while we hear something truly uplifting, before hardly any ears have listened to it, by an emerging artist ready to do something on a grand scale, and we'd like to broadcast it to the masses. A Six String Sanctuary Scoop (SSSS), if you will.

It's crazy how this all happened. Psycho, our Twin Cities tune vibemeister, recently sent me a link to a classic Soul Train video of Al Green. The timing was good, since we're right on the anniversary of Green's "Let's Stay Together" reigning over the Billboard Hot 100 chart (for six weeks in 1972). So I was just preparing to write about the Minister of Love when another email hit my inbox Wednesday afternoon.

Care to hear Al Green's next big hit? How about Carey Ott's breakout song?

Here are the lyrics to the newest song by Ott, a prolific Nashville tunesmith who first buzzed the national radar screen with a song that received multiple plays on Grey's Anatomy. The newspaper vets among us are going to want royalties for supplying Ott the inspiration to write his latest gem:

Good News (Carey Ott)
01-25-10

Open up the paper today
It seems that everything's failing
If you believe everything that you read
I bet your hope is fading

I gotta tell ya
They try to sell ya
That old hook line
Baby If it bleeds it leads

Somebody tell me some good news
Please somebody tell me some good news

Walk outside the sun's shining bright
Kids are laughing and playing
The summer breeze puts you at ease
Look how the flowers are swaying

Ain't life arranged to
Somehow amaze you
Not make you crazy
Put out the fire say

Please somebody tell me some good news
Please somebody tell me some good news
Please somebody tell me some good news
Please somebody tell me some good news

(Horns & Strings)

Ain't trying to hear it
Don't let me near it
That old hook line
Baby If it bleeds it leads

Somebody tell me some good news


Here is pure soul with a hook so sweet and delicious it'll reel you right in. If Al Green can't use it (I don't know that he'll get first dibs, but it sure SOUNDS like Al Green) then Ott should ride it all by his lonesome. When people hear it they'll wonder where that nice white boy from Chicago got all his soul.

Could this be the song that introduces the world to Carey Ott? Stay tuned for some really good news.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

10 for the Crapper

We may be a lot of things here at Six String Sanctuary, but we're not mean-spirited. Being bad asses might help us gain some bad ass viewership, and who wants or needs that?

We do, however, feel a social responsibility to occasionally reference other bad asses, especially when they are savaging music that other people (not necessarily us) may have actually enjoyed along their journeys.

You probably have seen this if you visit Blender.com, a fine website that is always alive with entertaining content. Blender's list of the 50 Worst Artists in Music History has actually been around since last April and still gets hits, proving the marvel of the Internet.

We thought we'd share their Top 10 (or Bottom 10, depending how you look at it). I can say with certainty this disappoints my oldest sister, who is a big Kenny G fan, and pisses off a few of my flag-waving, truck-driving buddies (Lee Greenwood). But I doubt there was any malice intended, other than to sully the reputations of the artists mentioned. The writing, we must say, is quite good and even occasionally convincing.

Why today? It's the 100th anniversary of Thomas Crapper's death. While Crapper did not invent the toilet, as he is often credited, he did significantly improve the flushing mechanism, thereby earning his lofty throne in bathroom history.

Here are 10 for the crapper, according to Blender. Probably better flush twice just to make sure.

10. AIR SUPPLY
The sound of eunuchs sobbing
Disproving the theory that lightning never strikes twice in the same place, Air Supply contained not one but two mewling, lovesick softies whose name was Russell. In the early ’80s, the Australian duo’s gutless ballads — music so remorselessly fey it made Journey sound like Danzig — sent a generation of jilted lovers toppling into depression that was as clinical as the Russells’ music. Mercifully, though, by the end of the decade, the pair had cried themselves to sleep.
Appalling fact: Determined to ruin the festive season, Air Supply once recorded a Christmas album.
Worst CD: The Christmas Album (Arista, 1987)

9. LEE GREENWOOD
Gives patriotism a bad name
“Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel,” Samuel Johnson said, but in Lee Greenwood’s case, it’s the ultimate meal ticket for a Nashville hack. A bland balladeer with a weakness for overwrought sentimentality, he wrote the 1984 tune “God Bless the U.S.A.” in response to the Soviet downing of a South Korean airliner. It became a campaign theme for George H.W. Bush and was recently excavated in torturous fashion by the American Idol 2 cast during the war in Iraq.
Appalling fact: Greenwood performed a duet with Latoya Jackson on her dreadful 1994 album, From Nashville to You.
Worst CD: You’ve Got a Good Love Comin’ (MCA, 1985)

8. VANILLA ICE
The white boy to end all white boys
You know that yearbook photograph you won’t let anyone see? The one whose very existence keeps you awake shaking at night? Imagine it was a horribly dated number 1 single from 1990 called “Ice Ice Baby,” and you have an idea what life is like for Robert Van Winkle. It doesn’t stop there: Ice starred in the abysmal 1991 Hollywood vehicle Cool as Ice, and after squandering his quick fortune, mounted an unsuccessful comeback in 1998 as (shudder) a rap-rocker.
Appalling fact: Widely denounced by hip-hop fans as a phony, Ice rebuffed his detractors at the 1991 American Music Awards: “Kiss my white ass!”
Worst CD: Hard to Swallow (Republic, 1998)

7. ASIA
Ridiculous album sleeves, virtuoso playing, soulless rock. It can be only one band
Asia’s music turned out to be exactly the sum of its parts: former technicians from King Crimson, Emerson, Lake & Palmer and Yes who got together with an erstwhile Buggle at the start of the ’80s. It promised the most self-important prog-rock melded with the limp-wristed worst of AOR, and it delivered. The band’s self-titled debut sold more than 4 million copies, which only encouraged them.
Appalling fact: To this day, keyboardist Geoff Downes is happy to offer Asia’s mission statement: “To play music that is panoramic, symphonic and rock at the same time.”
Worst CD: Astra (Geffen, 1985)

6. KANSAS
Beware all bands named after states or continents!
Their folksy 1977 hit “Dust in the Wind,” a tractor-size fiddle player and a guitarist in bib overalls suggested pioneer-spirited rural rockers. The truth was far more sinister. Bereft of sex and emotion, Kansas’s music was a noxious fusion of Jethro Tull and Yes, appealing only to male sci-fi bores and guaranteed to drive any self-respecting frontiersman headlong into the nearest bear trap.
Appalling fact: A feature of their live shows was roadie T. Rat, who would come onstage in a trench coat, top hat and clown mask. Then he would disrobe and dance butt-naked.
Worst CD: Point of Know Return (Columbia, 1977)

5. STARSHIP
They built this city on rock & roll. And crap!
In 1985, Starship rose like a phoenix from the ashes of once-mighty psychedelic overlords Jefferson Airplane/Starship — but only if, by phoenix, you mean “ultra-lame, MTV-pandering purveyors of MOR schlock.” Best remembered for “We Built This City,” they were also responsible for unleashing the Diane Warren–penned “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now,” a song bad enough to appear on the soundtrack of the diabolical Andrew McCarthy “comedy” Mannequin. And its sequel!
Appalling fact: Singer Grace Slick later disavowed “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now,” claiming in an interview, “I know damn well how fast a relationship can fall apart.”
Worst CD: Love Among the Cannibals (RCA, 1989)

4. KENNY G
This guy really blows!
Hated equally by jazz and rock fans, Kenny Gorelick’s limpid instrumentals and obsequious cameos helped turn the soprano sax solo into pop music’s most feared cliché. He started his career with fusion hack Jeff Lorber, and his 1986 album, Duotones, established a steady market for anodyne, minimal background music, an aesthetic that reached its zenith in 1997 when “The G” set a world record by holding a single note for 45 minutes.
Appalling fact: He graduated magna cum laude from the University of Washington with a degree in accounting.
Worst CD: Classics in the Key of G (Arista, 1999)

3. MICHAEL BOLTON
Otis Redding died for this?
With his curly locks and toned abs, Michael Bolton looked like nothing so much as the hero of a cheap bodice-ripper, which was enough to earn him a fervent audience for his over-emoted late-’80s power ballads. Unfortunately, his greatest desire was to sing R&B oldies, which he went through like Sherman through Georgia.
Appalling fact: After losing a plagiarism suit to the Isley Brothers, Bolton tried to avoid paying them royalties by buying their publishing house.
Worst CD: Timeless: The Classics (Columbia, 1992)

2. EMERSON, LAKE & PALMER
Welcome back, my friends, to the second-worst band in history!
“Boasting” former members of the Nice, King Crimson and — yes! — Atomic Rooster, the less-than-super ’70s supergroup ELP shunned blues-based rock in favor of bombastically reinterpreted classical works — with bewilderingly successful results. A nightmarish enough proposition on record, the Brit trio’s live shows were peppered by interminable solo spots, including a 20-minute drum workout by Carl Palmer that ended with him ringing a cowbell held between his teeth.
Appalling fact: Singer-bassist Greg Lake performed on a $10,000 Persian rug that roadies vacuumed before every show.
Worst CD: Love Beach (Rhino, 1978)

1. INSANE CLOWN POSSE
They sound even stupider than they look
Two trailer-trash types who wear face paint, pretend to be a street gang and drench cult devotees in cheap soda called Faygo, Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope are more notorious for their beef with Eminem (who pistol-whipped an ICP homey in 2001) than their ham-fisted rap-rock music. They claim that a “dark carnival” visited them one night, prophesied impending apocalypse and made them its messengers. Between this circus gospel, they find plenty of time to rap about 40-ouncers and venereal disease.
Appalling fact: While appearing on The Howard Stern Show in 1999, Shaggy 2 Dope told Sharon Osbourne to “buff my pickle.” She declined.
Worst CD: The Wraith: Shangri-La (D3, 2002)

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Happy birthday, Mr. Baseball



We step outside the music arena today to wish Bob Uecker a happy 75th birthday. Well, juuuuust a bit outside. The Hall of Fame baseball announcer's voice has been music to the ears of Brewers fans for years. There's nothing like Uecker's call as a Brewer batter drives one for the fences:

"Get up! Get up! Get outta here! Gone!"

We all remember Uecker's hilarious spots in the old Miller Lite ex-jock commercials, as well as his many appearances with Johnny Carson on the Tonight Show (click on the image above for a sample of that deadpan humor). And of course his role as play-by-play announcer Harry Doyle in the movie Major League.

A good guy, a funny guy, a home boy who parlayed a career .200 batting average into a career of laughs and fun times.

Happy birthday, Ueck. And many more.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Name that festival

Some of the most creative people I know are regulars here at Six String Sanctuary. That's why I'm so excited to share information about a contest that could bring you here for Milwaukee's premier summer event.

Summerfest's planners have added an "alternative and modern rock" two-day festival June 4-5, and they're going to let us decide what to name it. The payoff?

-- Roundtrip airfare for two
-- Hotel accommodations in Milwaukee, June 4-5
-- Festival tickets
-- Assigned parking space for the festival
-- VIP hospitality passes
-- Backstage passes and Meet & Greets for select shows with Artists’ approval
-- A themed profile on Summerfest.com and the festival’s web site
-- Signed merchandise from the bands playing at the event

Seriously, Milwaukee in June is a very cool place to be. No reason why one of you shouldn't win this thing, so check out the details at yourmusicfest.com. I know you'll remember me if you win.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

This ain't no Super Bowl Shuffle

Sorry I'm late this morning. That second set at Kochanski's Concertina Bar last night really did me in. I'll soon be sharing some notes on the most amazing blues/rockabilly band I've heard live in years, maybe ever. No kidding. But a promise is a promise, so...

Me, pick on the Vikings? It's almost too easy. It is too easy. The Queens might finally go all the way this season and improve their record to 1-4 in Super Bowls. Which would be some accomplishment, using our old gunslinger at quarterback. It seems as if the world is mostly behind this No. 4 phenomenon, but here in the middle of Packerland it's more like 96 percent against.

But aside from the game, which likely will be decided by Good Brett/Bad Brett, what can you say about a franchise that embraced Prince's new song "Purple and Gold"? If you haven't heard it you need to, just to understand how low the bar can be set. Now SSS cannot in good conscience provide a link, but we are willing to share comments from others who have heard the song.

Remember, these are mostly Vikings fans -- even Prince fans -- who cannot disguise their horror and humiliation.

By Chris Anderson on January 22, 2010 12:33 PM
Prince's Vikings song will move the nation....to the nearest garbage can.
This song sounds just awful....

By Curt Green on January 22, 2010 12:51 PM
This is one of the funniest things I've ever heard. Sounds like something a bunch of dancing munchkins would sing. I was waiting for them to start singing "ding, dong... the witch is dead, the wicked witch... ding dong... the wicked witch is dead..."

By Mappy on January 22, 2010 1:07 PM
OMG!!!
Play this during the game and we WILL lose!!!
I hope no Superdome workers read this.

By SC on January 22, 2010 2:23 PM

This might be the worst song he has ever done. Maybe he was ill when he wrote it.

By Alyssa on January 22, 2010 2:45 PM
Honestly.... Is he for real with this song? You cannot expect people to actually get pumped up listening to this. This is terrible. Simply a disgrace to all the Vikings have worked for this year. I love Prince, but seriously, this is bad.

By Paula on January 22, 2010 4:30 PM
I swear, I come from a high school whose colors were purple and gold, and this sounds like some sort of Alma Mater song. Maybe that's the angle he was going for. OMG, I can totally see my Alma Mater making the band play this. Ughhhh. As for an ode to a professional football team, double Ughhhhhh. Prince, I love you, but please don't sing this anywhere, please. And, please, don't be offended if no one else wants to play it. I respect your vision, I just can't understand it at this point. Maybe it just went over my head on this one.

By Whodatgirl on January 23, 2010 11:09 AM
This stinkin' song has already made its way down to New Orleans and believe me we are all laughing our butts off listening to it. It is sure to curse the Vikings. It is possibly the worst song ever written in the history of mankind.

JACK HART Fri 01/22/10 2:32 PM
thumbs down on this… i’m a prince fan way before purple rain, etc., i love his rock stuff more than this crapola

Reply MultiPass Fri 01/22/10 2:59 PM
This is the worst thing I have ever heard. Prince, it is time to hang up the purple and GO AWAY. You have just destroyed the tiny thread of credibility you had left. I am deeply saddened.

Reply Chris Fri 01/22/10 2:33 PM
I have been a died in the wool Prince fan since For You came out in 1978, and I have to say this may be the worst song ever written.

Old Prince lover Fri 01/22/10 3:01 PM
The Jehovah’s Witnesses has instilled all kinds of nonsense in his head.Why do our celebrities get mixed up in theses apocalyptic cults?

That sampling is all you need. There are dozens of threads and hundreds of comments, and nary a positive word. I'm surprised the betting line didn't jump seven points for the Saints.

Just to recap: Prince shows up for his first Vikings game in several years and is inspired to write a song for the team. "I saw the future," is how he put it. The song gets delivered to Vikings headquarters, and team officials scramble like Fran Tarkenton to get it loaded on their website. My question: Did they take the time to listen? Not that it matters now, because Pandora is out of the box.

Bad karma, man. That's all I'm gonna say...