ALBUM REVIEW: FLAGSHIP ROMANCE, “Tales From The Self-Help Section”

An interestingly compelling album from Florida’s Flagship Romance, Tales From The Self-Help Section is a low-key but powerful gathering of twelve songs that explore love, life and trying to cope in an uncertain time and place.  The production on this album is beyond stellar; the performances are moving and everything simply works to the maximum.

The opening track “Friends” is a perfect example – starting quietly with acoustic guitars and vocals, the song builds up to soulful heights and is filled with weighty emotion; “Growing Up So Fast” is sweet and thoughtful and lush – this is what “acoustic pop” should sound like.  The warm and upbeat feel of “Caught Up” has a spot-on vocal harmony and “If I Can’t Break Your Heart” with its country flavor is stunningly beautiful.  “Life Is A Song” is definitely the “radio single” and again, having a country texture makes this a standout (listen to the pedal steel runs); “Scare Yourself” is the other radio-ready number – something you can drive down the highway, blasting and “Nemesis” is a throwback to the Nashville of old with its muted banjo and again, an on-the-one harmony.

It’s always uplifting to hear something new and fresh – and certainly Flagship Romance have that.  Their sound, their delivery – their songs are to be marveled at and taken in for the long run.  Another act that I do hope can continue to produce fine and highly personal work.

Tales From The Self-Help Section is currently available

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Album Review: Randy Newman, “Dark Matter”

Randy Newman is a conundrum. He is a national treasure and dangerously redundant. He is acidic in his observations and sweetly sentimental. He is one of our most insightful lyricists but is frequently so inside of the joke, no one could tell it was a joke at all. All these are present on his new album, Dark Matter, and none at all. See what I mean?

The nine-song record features an all new track and re-recordings of songs Newman wrote either for other purposes or other people. The draw is the opening track “The Great Debate” which pits science’s elitism against religion’s absolutism. On the scientist’s side, pronouncements are made with ridiculous portent, such as would be heard in a sci-fi movie from the ’50s. Religion taunts in retort, “I’ll take Jesus, I’ll take Jesus, I’ll take Jesus every time,” as if it was a gospel hymn by way of “nyahh nyahh-nyaah nyaah-nyaah!” One is left to think that the point of the song is to highlight the intractability of these two sides, and their childish attempts at winning the debate. Instead, by the third section of the almost 9-minute song, a “true believer” steps from the shadows. He accuses Newman himself of playing to tropes to embarrass both sides and to feel smug. (Incidentally, Newman sings all the parts, so it can get a little twisted in its split personalities.) His argument is that Newman has chosen the worst of science’s blowhards and the worst of religion’s blind faithful with no greater intent to exact his contempt, “…hence, the strawman.” It is a clever turn of events as the song’s author takes a moment to call himself out on his own B.S.

Other highlights include the very funny, and frustratingly topical “Putin.” Sung from the position of a Putin loyalist, Newman speaks glowingly, exorbitantly, and mockingly. “Putin takes his shirt off, drives the ladies crazy. When Putin takes his shirt off, makes ME want to be a lady!” I’m also very fond of the theme song from the show Monk, “It’s A Jungle Out There,” the touching “She Chose Me” from the television debacle that was Cop Rock, and the equally tender “Lost Without You.”

But the other side of this is that Randy Newman sounds like Randy Newman, or rather, he has a few modes that he works in and that is it. His limitless wit and lyrical grace is countered by a musical familiarity that threatens to undercut the whole shebang. Remember how I said I really like “It’s A Jungle Out There”? I do, but cannot escape the fact it sounds way too much like “You Got A Friend In Me” from Toy Story or “I Love To See You Smile” from the film version of Parenthood. Even the closing segment of “The Great Debate” shows strains of that ragtime pop. His sentimental songs pull confidently at the heartstrings but, still, tread overly familiar melodic territory.

I suppose there are worse crimes an artist can commit than sounding like his-or-herself. For what’s good on Newman’s Dark Matter, one can easily dismiss what’s not as good, such as that lingering musical deja vu, but the listener is forewarned to expect it. Much as Newman takes his tricks to task in the opening cut, you might take his composition tricks with equal derision.

Concert Review: Roger Waters, “Us + Them Tour”

Judging a Roger Waters concert against any other concert experience is impossible. Even in the days when Waters was with the band Pink Floyd, the concept of a performance as performance art was paramount. They didn’t just stand there and play. Things happened in front and around the audience. This has carried on through Waters’ solo shows which has, in previous years, highlighted the albums Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall.

The first of a three-night stand at Philadelphia’s Wells Fargo Center, Roger Waters’ Us + Them Tour on Tuesday, August 8 once again proved why his shows are not a concert but an event, more Cirque Du Soleil than Lollapalooza.

The Us + Them Tour has three purposes: to highlight Waters’ new album Is This The Life We Really Want, to focus on the album Animals, and to make a statement about our current culture and political events. (More on point three momentarily.) The pre-show “countdown” consisted of a rear-projection of a woman sitting on a beach, huddled in her coat with a headscarf on, looking out to the water. Over the course of fifteen minutes, this scene would shift in small increments, most of which would pass by an inattentive audience as they filed in and took their seats. To more focused observers, the sky gradually darkened in the film and the undertones of the soundtrack became more insidious. No one could know at that moment that this scene, which pulls back into a surreal million-mile aerial view, is part of a greater narrative and, in a way, the heart of the concert.

The show kicked off with side one of Dark Side of the Moon, with “One Of These Days” inserted between “Breathe” and “Time.” The vocalists Jess Wolfe and Holly Laessig of the band Lucius held down backing vocal duties, which is an understatement. When the song “The Great Gig In The Sky” rolled around, both singers were called upon to perform this incredibly difficult, wordless vocal. It is not an easy song to sing by any stretch — being able to handle the orgasmic peaks and valleys without being too exaggerated or too passive — but the singers were up to the challenge and did so in harmony. 

From the passionate moan to the cold, uncaring throb, “Welcome To The Machine” utilized the vintage projection animation of a steel beast roaming across desert sands, destroying all in it’s path and laying waste to humanity. The visuals resolve into those of a sea of blood and, eventually, as waves turning into hands grabbing into the sky. For some, this would be a total nostalgia trip, a golden oldie. In the context of this show, however,it is perfectly thematic. It could very easily tie into the opening scene of the woman on the beach, and will be that much more pertinent just a couple of songs from now.      

Waters had one more from the classics, the tender “Wish You Were Here,” before launching into some new songs. Is This The Life We Really Want has been characterized by critics as having too much of a parallel to older Waters compositions, and that’s a fair statement. While I like the new songs, I absolutely hear their antecedents in them. That said, the songs came alive in concert. “When We Were Young,” “The Last Refugee,” and “Déjà Vu” help further the narrative of the woman on the beach, how she dances alone in a shack and thinks back to a time of elegance of grace. She lays down in the fetal position on sheets of cardboard. She remembers a doll. She later sees that doll at the edge of the waterline, an allusion to images of a drowned Syrian refugee child on the beach, hence “The Last Refugee.”

The fourth new song, “Picture That,” gets to Waters’ anger about why the human race would be, again, at this point of Déjà Vu. He sings, “Picture a leader with no f***ing brains,” like an opening salvo. The first set closes out with the shocking sight of a line of children assembled on the stage in orange prison jumpsuits. The song is, of course, “Another Brick In The Wall (Parts 2 & 3)” and the subtext is the failure of education to actually instill a sense not just of STEM, but of right and wrong, of social responsibility, and of critical thinking in a political age that prefers citizens to gladly accept what comes down from on high without debate or dissent.

Here’s where the audience very easily could have fallen off. The argument has long stood that “I paid a lot of money to be entertained, not to have the performer(s) get all political on me. Just play me the songs.” Maybe — maybe — that train of thought could be applied to other performers who are not known to be as political as Waters, but he has been, ever since “Money,” and ever since “Welcome to the Machine.” If anyone attended a concert of his with the expectation that they weren’t going to be engaged by a message of political import, that was their fault.   

Set two opened in dazzling fashion as the audience was surrounded by sound effects of police calls, sirens, gun shots, etc. in a dark auditorium. Suddenly, red emergency flashers illuminate the auditorium and descend from the ceiling, almost so close to the audience that someone could have stood on their chair and possibly touched them — they were that close. From the tops of these lightboxes emerged inflatable replicas of the Battersea power station cooling towers that doubled as projection screens. We are into the Animals portion of the show. 

Animals was an interesting Pink Floyd album that had the misfortune of coming between Wish You Were Here and The Wall and was, therefore, relegated to cutout bins for years as those other two Floyd records remained cash cows. Part of this was because the album’s lack of a concrete reason for being. “Dogs” emerged from the the song “You Gotta Be Crazy” which David Gilmour tried and failed to have included on Wish You Were Here. No one could have known that the reason it needed would arrive decades later in the form of one Donald Trump. 

Waters was able to make a meal out of the song “Pigs (Three Different Ones)” through rear projections of the U.S. president in many unflattering poses, several of which prominently featured Vladimir Putin in a particularly dominant position over Trump. He also channeled his vitriol with the song’s hook-line of “Ha ha, charade you are!” as the iconic pig drone buzzed through the stadium, defaced Banksy-style with a portrait of Trump with dollar signs for eyes, with a word balloon stating, “I won!” That written expression was inserted into the dialog that stitched together one of Pink Floyd’s most-famous songs, “Money.”

This led to the classic “Us and Them,” the song that provided the tour its name and it’s r’aison detre. Waters is, at heart, a peacenik, even if his expression of his intents has been more controversial than what they expressed. For tonight, “Us and Them” was certainly the emotional center, the idea behind the drama. Can humans learn to live together even though they are different? If they can, do they even want to, and isn’t that the fatal flaw in the human experiment? Do we have the capacity to resist the drum beat to war, or to persecute and demean, or to punish the different on the basis of only the differences?

“Brain Damage” and “Eclipse” closed what would ostensibly be the second set with dazzling projections, an inflatable drone of the steel sphere which opens the “Welcome To The Machine” animation, and a laser light prism that enveloped the audience on the floor of the arena and bathed them in smoke-projected rainbow light. In an ordinary show, this would be where the band left the stage and, after the perfunctory demand for an encore, the band would emerge for a few more songs. Waters and company did not waste time by playing the game.

Hard to say for sure, but it genuinely appeared that Waters was moved by the uniformly positive response from the audience. He stood for roughly five minutes onstage in surprise and, I presume, gratitude. After all, as has already been stated, there have been a lot of stops on this tour that haven’t received the political stuff with grace. Perhaps Waters was expecting the crowd to be receptive to the message, but not this receptive. But the show must go on…

“Vera,” “Bring the Boys Back Home,” and the absolutely necessary “Comfortably Numb” closed the music portion. On the screen, there too was narrative closure. We’re back to the woman on the beach, looking out at the water, wondering what they’ve taken from her. But then from the left of the screen, a young child emerges to join her mom and watch the waves roll in.

So we’ve talked a lot about the content of the show versus the performances. It is fair to say that Waters would not take out a band that couldn’t perform the task. This was one of the traits that, according to many a published account, caused constant friction inside the Pink Floyd organization. The songs were presented incredibly close to their original state, and while that is often a detriment to a live performance, this is not your typical concert. The music is the largest part of the puzzle, but still just a part. The whole is a combination of the props, the visuals, the way sound affects the audience. For instance, to punctuate the re-imagined intent for “Another Brick In the Wall Part 2” as a statement of education’s failure to serve children’s full intellectual and cultural needs, the arena was darkened, then flash-lit by a screen projection of a hundred flash bulbs going off at once, accompanied by a thunderous sound. You could feel the sound, and you were meant to. This impromptu mugshot photo shoot was meant to shock you awake.

More than the effects, there are moments in the music of Pink Floyd that are just beautiful, and that can easily be overlooked for the visceral moments. “Us and Them” is a gorgeous song, as is “Comfortably Numb,” even if it is profoundly depressing in terms of subject matter. “The Great Gig In The Sky” is intended to be emotionally moving. Without the glamor and stagecraft, the songs would still hold up, and that’s what matters.

A few final thoughts are necessary. This has little to do with the concert than it does with concert culture which is at a low presently. I attended the show with a friend and I wanted to be sure she had a great experience. I believe she did, but the “gentleman” sitting next to her didn’t much care for her experience or anyone else’s. In fact, he spent most of the time video recording the show. He attempted early in the performance to put his phone on a selfie stick to record the entire show. (Special thanks to the gentleman behind him who told him to not be a jerk. The selfie stick went away.)

People want a record to show that they were at a concert. Part of the fun is in the bragging rights, and cell phone technology has made this a real-time conversation with the outside world. And that’s fine. Take a few pictures, shoot a minute or two of video, but be considerate enough to put the phone away MOST of the time and enjoy the show as-is…or don’t screw it up for everyone else. There’s no irony in needing to make that statement — don’t screw it up for everyone else — during a show where the underlying sentiment for the better part of it was exactly that. It only illustrates how selfish the culture can be, and how communication is so fatally flawed when one (or both) of the participants in the conversation doesn’t really care and just wants what they want.

This should be obvious, for small coffeehouse performances and big-budget spectacles alike, to get your document of being present, maybe take a few shots of the most interesting moments, but also be considerate. This individual didn’t ruin the show. It would have taken a lot more than his thoughtlessness to accomplish that, but in our modern era where you cannot ban recording devices anymore because they’re more than just recording devices, a little self-responsibility should be a given.

 

Radio City With Jon Grayson & Rob Ross: Episode Twenty Four

Radio City with Jon Grayson and Rob Ross:  Kickin’ it harder than Jack Ryan on our 4th anniversary…

Once again, Jon and Rob team up to compare notes and toss around ideas in a delightful word salad.  Make no mistake, though – these two are not afraid to fire their verbal arrows when necessary, but they also know how to make you laugh and think.  Listen to this week’s installment as Jon and Rob celebrate their 4th anniversary of working together as well as the closing of the legendary Maxwell’s (and Rob’s magical experience that night – read about it!); great and unforgettable songs of the ’70’s by virtue of their production; The Thin Cherries’ debut album and The Cynz’ new album L’il Devil; the week leading up to baseball’s trade deadline and the sickening notion of Michael Vick being allowed to remain in football; animal cruelty and “big game hunting” in enclosed places; the usual Washington lunacy…; the insufferability of the “new left” and the always-inspired “In Our Heads” segment.

Kick back – relax and settle down with our heroes…

Radio City With Jon Grayson & Rob Ross: Episode Twenty Four


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Soul Serenade: Little Anthony & The Imperials, “I’m On The Outside (Looking In)”

Way back in the early days of this column, in 2011 to be specific, I featured the Little Anthony & the Imperials hit “Hurt So Bad.” It seems like a long time ago now and there have been somewhere around 300 installments of this column since then, so I thought it would be a good time to feature another Little Anthony hit. This time it’s the record that launched a string of four straight Top 20 hits for the group. It was a run that made them stars.

They first got together in New York City in the 1950s. The group’s original lineup also included Clarence Collins, who founded the group, Ernest Wright, Nate Rogers and Tracey Lord. Collins had a group called the Chesters that included Rogers. It was that group that Gourdine, who had been in the DuPonts, joined. At the time Ronald Ross was in the group, but he was replaced by Ernest Wright.

End Records signed the Chesters in 1958 and changed their name to the Imperials. Their first single for the label was a smash. “Tears on My Pillow” sold over a million copies and reached #4 on the Pop chart and #2 on the R&B chart. A follow-up single, “Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop” did very well too, reaching #24 in 1960. But when further success proved elusive for the group, Gourdine decided to go it on his own.

Imperials came and went over the next few years and Gourdine eventually returned in 1963. At that point, the classic lineup of the group, Collins, Gourdine, Wright, and Sammy Strain, who had joined when Gourdine was pursuing his solo career, was in place. The quartet hooked up with an old friend, producer/songwriter Teddy Randazzo, signed with Don Costa Productions (DCP), and the hits began to come. The run began with “I’m on the Outside (Looking In)” which reached #15 on the Pop chart in 1964.

Little Anthony & the Imperials

Their biggest hit, “Goin’ Out of My Head” followed that same year, and reached #6. Then came “Hurt So Bad,” #10 in 1965, and “Take Me Back,” #16, also in 1965. Little Anthony & the Imperials were on top of the music world. While they never again achieved the level of chart success that had marked their four hit streak, singles like “Hurt,” “Better Use Your Head,” and “Out of Sight Out of Mind” did respectable business. During this time Little Anthony & the Imperials were fixtures on television, appearing on the Ed Sullivan Show, Shindig!, Hullabaloo, American Bandstand, Midnight Special, and the Tonight Show among other programs.

Eventually, the Imperials signed with United Artists Records and singles like “World of Darkness,” It’s Not The Same,” “If I Remember To Forget,” and “Yesterday Has Gone” appeared on the label’s Veep imprint. While most of the records made it to the charts, none had the kind of success that the group had enjoyed earlier. During this time they recorded the original version of “You Only Live Twice” for the James Bond film of the same name but the Nancy Sinatra version was the one included in the film, apparently due to the influence of her father.

In the 1970s, Little Anthony & the Imperials recorded for Janus Records (“Father, Father”), Avco Records (“La La La,” “I’m Falling in Love with You”) but had little chart success. Group members came and went. Gourdine tried the solo route again, this time with more success. Collins carried on with his own group of Imperials until he left in 1988.

The classic lineup of Collins, Wright, Strain, and Gourdine got together again for a Madison Square Garden concert in 1992. The reunion was successful enough to lead to a tour and an appearance on the 40th anniversary special for Dick Clark’s American Bandstand. There were more TV appearances in the ’90s and two new albums, one of which was their first live album. It was the first time that the lineup had recorded in 30 years.

They continued on into the new century until Strain retired in 2004. Collins finally called it a day in 2012 but he still retains the Imperials name. Gourdine continues to tour and published his autobiography, Little Anthony: My Journey, My Destiny, in 2014. As recently as 2015 Little Anthony & the Imperials were still touring with a lineup that includes Gourdine and Wright.

In 2009, Little Anthony & the Imperials were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Other honors include induction into the Vocal Group Hall of Fame in 1999, the Hit Parade Hall of Fame in 2007, and the Official Rhythm and Blues Music Hall of Fame in 2015.

POPDOSE EXCLUSIVE: Bruce Springsteen on ‘Springsteen On Broadway’

Popdose has obtained an exclusive first look at the program notes Bruce Springsteen has written for his debut theatrical performance, Springsteen On Broadway. The show opens this October in New York City. 

In 1979, a couple weeks after the end of the Darkness tour, Steve and I headed west in a 1959 Edsel Citation I had picked up for $400 from Ed “Tookie” Tannon, the benevolent dictator of Honest Ed’s Used Conveyances in Asbury Park.

We drove until we hit the desert and then we slowed down. This was the America of my deepest dreams–stark, beautiful, merciless. I still struggled with how I could bring that spirit to my music. I was worried that I had taken my songs and my band as far as they could go.

One night, the Citation sprung an oil leak. It was just after dinnertime, near Reno, and we pulled into the parking lot of a diner on what had to be this town’s Main Street. After downing about fifteen cheeseburgers and a Coke, we were about to share the Citation’s back seat for the night when I spotted a small poster on the diner door.

“Hey Steve,” I said. “Let’s check this out.”

We walked up the street and paid three bucks apiece to see the Reno Repertory Company’s spring production of Hello, Dolly.

That night changed me forever. Suddenly, I found a voice for the voiceless, a fuel to drive the engine of my musical ambitions. This tattered program from the night in question tells me Denise Delvecchio, a housewife and part-time Tupperware saleslady, portrayed Dolly Levi. If you’d told me she was played by Barbara Streisand herself, I would have believed you. She was sensational.

“Before the Parade Passes By,” “Put On Your Sunday Clothes,” and of course, the legendary title number…this was true American music, full of hope, despair, and dare I say, razzmatazz.

I sat on the hood of that ‘59 Citation well into the cool Nevada night, and I wrote most of my next album.

That record–Bruce Boogaloos Down Broadway–sits in my vault alongside the hip-hop record, the country record, the gospel record, and the Tuvian throat singing album. (Actually, that last one provided the inspiration for many of the songs on Working on a Dream.) At the time, I asked my friend and mentor, Jon Landau, to guide me in the ways of American musical theater. Instead, he handed me a copy of Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck. The rest, as they say, is history.

But my mind never strays far from the magic of that one night in Reno (not the one I chronicled on Devils & Dust, the Hello, Dolly one). I can still smell the greasepaint, feel the moldy humidity of a theater that probably should have been torn down three decades prior, and hear the tinkling of an out-of-tune piano as Ms. Delvecchio seized the spotlight for her 11 o’clock number.

Somewhere in the darkness of an endless American night, I still hold out hope that Puerto Rican Jane, the Magic Rat, Wild Billy and the rest will hear the soft swell of a string section and break out into the music of tap and glitter, instead of that other crap I wrote.

Until then, we have tonight. In the words of the great Broadway maestro Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber…

“The Phantom of the Opera is there…Inside your mind…”

 

Bruce Springsteen

August 9, 2017

 

ALBUM REVIEW: HEIRS OF FORTUNE, “Circus Of Mirth”

Heirs Of Fortune isn’t a band per se (or so I gather); it’s a project overseen and directed by Terry Carolan, a mainstay of power pop mastery, especially in his native Tampa, Florida.  The idea of Heirs Of Fortune was a long-overdue collaboration between Mr. Carolan and friends that became a reality and a collection of carefully crafted pop standouts, including one (quite loved by me) special cover, which I’ll get to…  But nonetheless, Circus Of Mirth (a brilliant title) is just that – a joyful gathering of melody.

The slightly-crazed and whimsical “The Ringmaster”/”Invited” gets the proceedings underway (the production techniques here are stellar and brilliant, by the way) and quickly leads into “Aster Street Days”, which has that glorious mid-’70’s pop sound and feel.  Piano, explosive drums and harmonies rule and twin guitar harmonies are spot on (subtle and to the point).  The crisp and delicious acoustic guitar opening of “From Where I Am” is enough to induce a chill and is easily something I could imagine hearing on the radio in my childhood; “Crazy” is the standout, with its mid-’60’s vibe (listen for the 7ths on the chords) and great vocal harmonies; “Shine” has a manic/breakneck but uptempo feel and “Goodbye My Friend” is Badfinger-esque piece of sweet sadness – a moving tribute to a friend gone.  But for me, the kicker is a near-orchestral version of Chris Bell’s “I Am The Cosmos”.  I know people have done this song on many occasions, but Mr. Carolan gives a certain emotional punch that can’t be clearly defined and makes this an outstanding rendition.

This album is another of those fine examples of “how it’s done”.  Because it can be.  And clearly, Terry Carolan’s Heirs Of Fortune have done so on Circus Of Mirth.

RECOMMENDED

Circus Of Mirth is currently available

https://www.terrycarolan.com/circus-of-mirth

Is “Twin Peaks: The Return” Partly About White Middle-Class Economic Anxiety?

A sign of good film and TV productions are how well a writer and director is able to add layers of meaning to the main story. With “Twin Peak,” David Lynch and Mark Frost are very fond of layers, easter eggs, sleight of hand, and other techniques to muddy up the narrative waters so viewers come away with different interpretations of what they just saw on the screen.

Now that “Twin Peaks: The Return” is on the glide path to its conclusion, many of the diffuse threads are lining up in ways that are slowly revealing their mysterious beginnings. However, one thread that seems to have slipped past critics of the show is its narrative of middle and working class whites — and how the last 25 years have been quite vicious economically, politically, and even morally.

Two Worlds  

David Lynch’s work (mostly his film work) places a great deal of emphasis on duality. From the rot under the pristine town of Lumberton in “Blue Velvet,” to the dual lives depicted in “Lost Highway,” “Mulholland Drive” and “Inland Empire,” Lynch’s characters often have mirror opposites in literal form, and within their personalities in conflict with each other and the world (or worlds). “Twin Peaks” certainly does not shy away from duality in some of its characters (the most obvious in the first two seasons was the Laura/Maddy duality and Cooper and his doppelganger created in the Black Lodge). The dual nature of humanity leads to a world with either goodness or evil will dominate in the worlds Lynch creates. Either/or tends to be a starkly simplistic storytelling technique, but sometimes starkly simplistic is what’s needed when being too nuanced masks the importance of what an artist is trying to say about the world we live in.  

If one compares the first two seasons of “Twin Peaks” with “The Return” it’s clear that duality play out in terms of class, but also the plight of middle and working class whites.  Take, for example, the stylistic aesthetic in the first two seasons of “Twin Peaks.” The characters live in a small town near the Canadian border in Washington state, yet their sense of fashion, culture, and even coffee is not small town. Just looking at their early ‘90s attire, it’s clear that Lynch isn’t trying to depict small town life in the northwest. Rather, he’s playing with style in a postmodern way to set up a sense of irony about smashing up of urban and rural. Maybe it was Lynch’s PoMo sensibilities that often manifest themselves in his projects, but perhaps he was also reflecting the aspirational hopes of small town denizens who desire something more than flannel, Budweiser, and Marlboro reds. One of the most striking images in terms of style is  Laura Palmer’s funeral — where friends, neighbors and the FBI agent investigating her death show up to pay their respects in a lot of late 80s/early ‘90s dress. Where are these people buying their clothes? Oh yeah, Horne’s Department Store where Audrey Horne worked at the perfume counter, and an effete Dick Tremayne ran the men’s clothing department. But even Horne’s Department Store is anachronistic in many ways. Sure, most towns have places where one can purchase clothes, perfume, and jewelry, but they usually cater to the tastes of the customer base. Both Horne’s Department Store and The Great Northern Hotel (both owned by Ben Horne) seem out of place in a small, Northwestern rural logging town. But this is Lynch getting the audience to accept at face value that this quirky town of over five thousand residents (or is it 50,000?) — many of whom are working-class loggers, truckers, and mill workers — embrace current fashion with the same elan as the experimental dancers in Mawby’s bar were accepted by Pittsburgh steel workers in “Flashdance.”

White Economic Anxieties

But where do class and race fit in this artifice created by Lynch? Well, since we are taking things at face value, we know that the town of Twin Peaks reflects middle to upper middle-class culture of its white residents. These are people for whom the American Dream has come true (one “peak” of those two mountains). Except for characters like Leo Johnson, his wife Shelly (who live in the economic margins) and people like the Renaults and Hank Jennings, most of the other main characters have clean, comfortable homes that are reasonably secure. Laura, of course, is the exception. While we know that she leads a double life (Prom Queen and prostitute), Laura’s home life is such that it, like many of Lynch’s explorations of middle-class culture, exemplifies his exploration of duality. On the surface, Laura’s life with her father and mother seems right out of a 1950s stereotype of white middle-class stability. Her father Leland works as an attorney, her mother Sarah is a stay at home mom, but Laura’s parents reveal that they have dual lives, too. Within in the walls of this outwardly stable home is constant foreboding and tension. Evil always seems to reside just below the surface of things in “Twin Peaks” (The other “peak”), and as things play out, we are introduced to this kind of secret world that (except for a Native American sheriff deputy known as “Hawk” and Josie Packard — the Chinese wife of the mill owner who we are told died in a boating accident ) is only experienced by the white characters. And for most of the first two seasons of “Twin Peaks,” the mysteries of the town (propelled by Laura’s death in the first episode) are the focus of this dark soap opera. Lynch is highlighting both the romance and horror of this town, but the drama unfolds in a fairly stable economic environment where high fashion, gourmet coffee, and award winning pies are the spheres of the middle-class bubbles Lynch pops throughout the series.

The Cosmic Flashlight

With “Twin Peaks: The Return” it’s 25 years after the events of the first two seasons took place, and much has changed. If the town of Twin Peaks stands as a metaphor for white middle-class stability that provides a safety net for its residents (even those on the margins), it’s clear that Lynch is showing how that net has been shredded through wars, the consolidation of power and money by big business, a willing government who rewrites the rules that favor the wealthy — which leaves everyone else to fight over the scraps. The two characters who speak directly to this economic loss are Dr. Lawrence Jacoby and Janey-E Jones. Jacoby was a secondary character in the first two seasons of “Twin Peaks” but in “The Return” he has, ahem, returned as “Dr. Amp” who hosts an Internet streamed video show where, in a kind of Alex Jones/Info Wars way, he inveighs against pharmaceutical companies, the government, loss of liberty, and how we’re all getting screwed by these large forces who have broken their social contract with Americans. Oh, and he also sells gold painted shovels so people can “dig themselves out of the shit.” Jacoby’s rants are the ravings of angry and paranoid old man (much like what we hear on talk radio). However, as the series progresses, and scenes are punctuated with Dr. Amp’s tirades, it’s clear that Lynch is using Dr. Amp’s rantings to put a very fine point on the fact that Twin Peaks (and indeed the whole country) is being ruled by that other “peak” where evil takes many forms — including a type of capitalism that hollows out the economic bedrock of communities where the both young and old are left with little but low paying jobs, drug addiction, and no economic mobility.

This is made clear when Lynch locates a good deal of the action in Twin Peaks at the Double R Diner (which feels more working class than it did in the first two seasons), The “New” Fat Trout Trailer Park, The Bang Bang Club, and the sheriff’s office. At each location, it’s obvious the town of Twin Peaks is no longer the middle-class bubble it was 25 years ago. The high fashion clothes are gone, the wooded luxury of the Native American themed Great Northern Hotel is reduced mostly to Ben Horne’s office, and the sheriff’s department has a clear line of demarcation between good cops and bad cops. That sense of stability the town used to stand for tilts in the other direction. Violence against women in the form of domestic abuse (and violence in general) drives the story in episode 11 in a big way, but the entire series thus far has been showing the audience how the power of evil in its many forms is destroying white middle-class communities. That’s not to say that Lynch does not have non-white characters in the show. He does — but they are secondary and even tertiary characters whose role in the main storylines is minimal.

“We Are Living in a Dark, Dark Age”

Another place where Lynch locates the action is Las Vegas —  a city that was hit hard by the real estate bust that brought on The Great Recession. While there are the usual casino owners who also seem to be crime bosses as main characters, it’s the rows of mostly empty homes for sale in a newish suburban development that punctuates how lives were upended by an American Dream made possible by easy credit — given to people whose jobs didn’t pay all that well — and easy default. A subdivision known as Rancho Rosa (Pink Ranch) is outwardly supposed to be a place where a soft middle-class politeness can thrive. But inside one of the homes is a drug addicted mother who blurts out “One one nine” before consuming some kind of opiate that sends her into a stupor — as her young son looks on while sipping on a juice box or eating chips. Rancho Rosa is also the place where a “manufactured” Dale Cooper clone known as Dougie Jones is just finishing up having sex with a prostitute, and where gangs of car thieves and loan sharks look for easy prey and deadbeats like Jones who can’t pay their debts. Whatever seeds that were supposed to bloom into hundreds of middle class dreams at Rancho Rosa quickly grew into twisted weeds trapping residents in underwater loans, substance abuse, and a desert landscape as barren as the souls who reside there.

Dougie Jones’s wife Janey-E is keenly aware of how precarious things are for them. While Dougie does have a job, Janey-E knows that he’s a gambler, womanizer, and overall loser of a guy she has hitched her wagon to. Through a fantastical series of events, FBI agent Dale Cooper (who was stuck in what is known as the Black Lodge in another dimension) is returned to the world, but because duality pervades in the Lynchian universe, two Coopers cannot exist in the same dimension. There is an evil Coop (known as “Mr. C”) who swapped places with “Good Coop” at the end of season two. However, through a kind of insurance policy Mr. C created for himself in the form of Dougie Jones, when “Good Coop” re-enters our world, he takes the place of Dougie — but his mind is almost wiped clean. Cooper can walk and kind of talk, but his brain is a bit like swiss cheese in that he only has fragmented notions of his previous life. “Good Coop” sorts of sleepwalks through his new life as Janey-E’s husband — and father to Sonny Jim — but people seem to forgive or ignore the fact that there’s something seriously wrong with this guy. No matter where Dougie goes, his co-workers, boss, strangers, his wife, and son help him in matters large and small. On the one hand, it’s clear that Lynch created the Dougie/Cooper character for comedic effect. But read in another way, one has to wonder if Cooper weren’t middle aged white man in a suit with an office job, would a spouse, his co-workers and boss be so eager to help him if he had a darker skin tone, casual clothes, or was even another gender?

However, while Cooper’s skin tone and gender do give him a pass on things that would have gotten others institutionalized — or thrown in jail —  it’s Janey-E, who makes the class argument that times are indeed tough for those whom middle-class life can be wiped away through a job loss — or in Dougie’s case —  gambling debts.  At one point, Janey-E meets with Dougie’s debt collectors to settle things, but when she finds out the interest rate on the loan Dougie got to place bets on football games, she lay out her views on loan sharking in some very straight talk:

My husband has a job, he has a wife, he has a child. He does not make enough money to pay back fifty two thousand for anything. We are not wealthy people. We drive cheap, terrible cars. We are the 99 percenters, and we are shit on enough, and we are certainly not going to be shit on by the likes of you. So here’s what we’re going to. Without my knowledge my husband came to you for a loan of twenty thousand dollars…you were nice enough to give it to him… but he should have never been gambling like that.

I’m going to pay you back. Now at my bank where we make less than one percent interest on what little money we have, people would be turning cartwheels just to get twenty five percent on any loan. And that is what I’m generously going to give you right now.

Twenty five thousand dollars.  That is my first, last, and only offer. [she offers a stack of bills, but snatches them away a moment later]

What kind of world are we living in where people can behave like this…treat other people this way without any compassion, or feeling for their suffering. We are living in a dark, dark age, and you are part of the problem.

In one way or another Janey-E and Dr. Amp get to the heart of what’s ailing white middle-class society:  class warfare. Where the powerful prey on the powerless, where downward economic mobility crushes the American Dream, where the side effects of war like violent outbursts, emotional suffering, and substance abuse lead to a society that lacks compassion for others. And what was the genesis of this war? The nuclear bomb that exploded in New Mexico in 1945. Lynch places clues to it in the office of the character he plays in the series (Gordon Cole)  where images of a mushroom cloud, a picture of corn that’s scorched, and Franz Kafka take up wall space. In various guises, we see these images manifest themselves in literal ways (episode 8 in “The Return” took us deep into a mushroom cloud in a very Stanley Kubrick manner that was reminiscent of “2001: A Space Odyssey”). The scorched corn image connects with the pain and sorrow of the garmonbozia that the beings in the Black Lodge consume from those they inflict misery upon (and yes, it looks like cream corn, but it’s also has a kind of black ooze once consumed).  And Kafka? Well, the absurdities he created in his stories abound in Lynch’s work, but they also signal that, like Kafka, there are large powers that oppress people into surreal nightmares.     

One of those surreal nightmares is in a scene set in 1956 where a nameless teenage couple walks home in a very “Leave It To Beaver” fashion after a school dance.  The girl goes inside her home after getting a sweet, and somewhat innocent kiss by the boy, where she listens longingly to the radio in her bedroom. Evil arrives shortly after that in the form of beings known as a The Woodsmen. These beings come from another dimension through a portal created when the nuclear test in New Mexico occurred 11 years prior. One of the woodsmen — whose face appears scorched — takes over a local radio station where he utters a strange poem that lulls the residents listening to the radio into sleep. However, the woodsman’s poem also awakens a fly-like creature with amphibious legs from an egg shell that flies into the teenage girl’s room and crawls inside her mouth while she’s sleeping. Lynch also has another entity known only as The Experiment that made an appearance in episode two when it showed up in a glass box in New York City and ripped apart a young couple while they were in the middle of having sex, and then again in episode 8 where it vomits up eggs that contain the fly-like creatures and the spirit of Bob (an evil entity from the Black Lodge who possessed Laura Palmer’s father, causing him to repeatedly rape her for years). Given all that, Lynch is setting up an epic showdown between the forces of good and evil for the finale of “Twin Peaks.” However, evil, in the Lynchian world, takes many forms (as does good), and while many viewers of the show love to engage in a deep analysis of “Twin Peaks” and its breadcrumbs of mysteries, the evils of corporate capitalism also take many forms.

In episode 13, the smiling face of an evil form of capitalism manifests itself in Norma’s boyfriend, Walter. Though we don’t know the exact details, we do know that Norma has gone into partnership with a group of investors (with Walter as the lead investor) and opened a chain of Double R Diners– though they are known as “Norma’s Double R.” Walter mentions that while the other Double R Diners are making money, the one in Twin Peaks is losing money. The problem? Norma spends too much on pie ingredients.  When Norma complains that her pie recipes at the other Double R Diners aren’t as good, Walter tells her, in essence, that he had them cheap out on ingredients (i.e., “tweaked” Norma’s “formula”). Moreover, Walter suggests that Norma do the same for her pies “to ensure consistency and profitability.” She protests by saying that what makes her pies so good is that she only uses fresh, organic ingredients, but Walter has spreadsheets and “agreements” (i.e., contracts) to bend her artistry to the needs of the Board of Directors.

In a way, small scale capitalism is presented by Lynch as more authentic, quirky (see Nadine’s Run Silent, Run Drapes store), and a source of greater independence — though it can come at a cost. Case in point is Ed’s gas station. He’s been running his “Gas Farm” for a long time now, but it seems it’s a lonely venture where sometimes you sit by yourself and eat a cup of soup from the Double R while waiting for someone to roll in and buy gasoline. But that’s the dual nature of Lynch’s world. Lynch has often said the way he constructs his films allows for various interpretations. And while he certainly has things to say in his films and TV shows, it’s up to the viewer to derive meaning from them. Often when pressed to answer questions like “What does it all mean?” Lynch is evasive. He says the visual language he uses in his work (also known as “the language of film”) is gives viewers the opportunity to answer “What does it all mean” questions in their own way. Instead of translating the language of film into spoken language, he’d rather let the work speak for itself. Most artists are loath to explain their work. If they have to, it means that they’ve somewhat failed to present their work in a meaningful way. So while I think Lynch certainly has an ax to grind against the forces of corporate capitalism (he did, after all, work in the Hollywood system where every sort of weasel “producer” probably had “notes” for him to “tweak” his work to “ensure consistency and profitability”), the critique of that system — and linking it to evil — comes out in the most blunt ways throughout the series. The hammer Lynch is using in “Twin Peaks” is one that, like Dr. Amp’s gold shovels, is trying to illuminate the “shit” we’re all in — but Lynch also longs for a romanticized view of his 1950s upbringing. That longing has been a consistent theme in much of Lynch’s film and TV work, and if “Twin Peaks: The Return” is Lynch’s swan song, he seems to want to make clear that while he’s not against someone making a buck, they shouldn’t have to become evil to do it.  

ALBUM REVIEW: ANDY PRATT, “Horizon Disrupted”

Once again, the city of Chicago is on the radar with this debut release from singer-songwriter Andy Pratt.  This young talent mixes jazz, folk and some classical overtones in his very heady mix with his very cinematic lyrical stylings.  This is one of those rare albums that immediately enter your imagination upon first listen and for someone who is on his first release, it’s a very promising beginning.

Starting with the haunting and staggeringly lovely opening track, “Will You Be The One Tonight?”, I’m struck by the old-fashioned cafe jazz sound, the orchestration and the Sinatra/Como/Bennett type of arrangement – in many ways, this reminds me of the earliest experiments by The Style Council, which isn’t too far off the mark.  Add a very well-placed, simply twangy guitar solo and it’s magic.  The sweet guitar lullaby opening of “She’s Gotten In To My Dreams” offsets the rather humorous vocal delivery (shades of Jimmy Durante to these ears); the slow dance tempo of “Somewhere Down The Road” sends me (visually) to a smoky nightclub where people are swaying slowly as the musicians carry them from the bandstand.  The title track, “Horizon Disrupted” is exquisite with its stripped down performance (who doesn’t love brushed drums?) and “Through The Rain” closes this collection in a perfect manner – from quiet guitar and voice to full orchestra – another musical film – a rainy street at dusk comes to mind and a nod to Scott Walker.

This is beyond impressive; it’s one to savor and come back to time and again.  If this is any indication of what Andy Pratt can do, then I’m prepared to chomp at the bit for his next effort.  Full marks and a tip of the hat for doing something instantly classic.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

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REVIEW: Dead Cross – S/T

Mike Patton has never fronted a band like this.

The Faith No More frontman, known by most of the populace alive in the 80s and 90s for a rap-rock song about masturbation (the epic “Epic”), has been at the helm of some pretty aggressive groups. His time in Fantomas and his EP providing vocals for The Dillinger Escape Plan should give him street cred in that regard. But Dead Cross is a different beast.

A punk outfit in a slightly more traditional sense than Fantomas (I use that phrase with hesitation), the quartet borrows from its forebears on its Ipecac debut – particularly guitarist Justin Pearson’s time in The Locust and drummer Dave Lombardo’s tenure with Slayer. But anyone expecting a mash-up of Plague Soundscapes by way of “Rain In Blood” will be disappointed. The LP slashes and burns, and leaves plenty of scorched Earth, but it is nowhere as bombastic or explosive as either of those bands. Instead, Patton and company (the band is filled out by Michael Crain of Retox on bass) stew a throttling mix of punk and hardcore, with the occasional diversion into more textured terrain (the catchy “Bela Lugosi’s Dead”).

Songs like “Grave Slave” are blistering stuff, thanks in part to Patton’s shrill caterwaul , but the band is at its best when Pearson, the real star here, lets loose and gets angular, as on the awesomely delicious hardcore blast “Idiopathic.” This being Patton, yes, yes, there’s plenty of crooning and multi-tracking to go with the wails, but his signature brand of high drama doesn’t distract from the vitriol.

Metalheads will fall in love with the crunchy thrash of “The Future Has Been Cancelled,” with Pearson’s awesome guitar breakdown at the 20-second mark and Patton’s occasionally breathless bark. And everyone will love the album-closing “Church of the Motherfuckers,” a throbbing dirge that’s thick with drama and features some of Patton’s best roars on the record. All in all, these guys have nailed down a hell of a debut. Get on the rails so it can run you over.

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