Popdose Q&A: Ken Sharp Focuses His Power-Pop Lens on Classic-Rock Heroes

Popdose first met rock journalist and power pop musician Ken Sharp through the supernova that is Omnivore recording artist, Cait Brennan, and her producer Fernando Perdomo. All three of their solo albums (all produced by Perdomo) ranked high on my year-end best albums lists in 2016, 2017 or both. Now anyone can name-drop, especially when you live in LA, but when Sharp does it, he tends to have first-hand experiences with the classic rock superstars within his orbit. Rick Springfield appeared on Sharp’s last album which now brings me a few degrees of separation closer to my all-time rock hero, Dave Grohl.

For this feature, I decided to connect the dots — and the musical notes — that tie together the likes of David Cassidy, Dennis Wilson, Todd Rundgren, Eric Carmen and the Beatles within Sharp’s world of power pop culture.

In the days and nights after New Mourning, you’ve completed a trilogy of new songs that reference David Cassidy, Todd Rundgren’s Utopia — and now The Beatles — is this a concept album in the making?

KEN SHARP — (laughs) Actually, no, just a freakish set of circumstance that my last three singles have all had some association with an artist/band, first with “I Wanna Be David Cassidy,” and then “Utopia” and now “She Hates The Beatles.” The common thread is I love all of these artists.

As for my next record, I’m close to being done with the follow-up to New Mourning, which is a mix of the style of music I’m known for, however, with more of a keyboard fueled direction and a big spoonful of soul-pop referencing my Philly roots. And while New Mourning was a very dark record charting the messy dissolution of a relationship and the free falling into a major depression that ensued, a thread of optimism shines through on this new album, at least a little bit….You have my promise that my next single, which will be culled from my new album, will not have anything to do with a band/artist.

“I Wanna Be David Cassidy” came together really fast in the wake of his passing — and all for a good cause. How did you pull that one off? 

KEN: I’m a first generation Partridge Family/David Cassidy fan and also loved that music with no pre-conceived conditions or worry whether anyone thought it was cool or not. I LOVED it and that’s all that matters, now and then.

I became friends with David in the late ’80s and had a chance to work uncredited on his revised autobiography, Could It Be Forever?, conducting extensive new interviews with David, his family, friends and musical collaborators. I also had a chance to co-pen liner notes with pop culture expert Lisa Sutton for several Partridge Family CD reissues — The Partridge Family, Up To Date, Shopping Bag and Sound Magazine (which was for me, the band’s Sgt. Pepper’s).

In February of 2017, I opened a show for David at the Canyon Club in Agoura Hills, California and that was a real thrill getting a chance to open for a childhood hero of mine. I even premiered a song from my forthcoming album called “24 Hours A Day”; its title cribbed from a song on the Partridge Family album, Sound Magazine. Sadly, the show I opened for David turned out to be one of the last live shows he ever performed.

Fast forward to David’s tragic passing and shattered at the loss of a musical hero/friend, I felt I needed to channel my grief into something creative and write a song about him. I drew inspiration from my formative days watching his show on TV and wrote a song about how I wanted to be David Cassidy; he sang groovy pop songs, looked like the ultimate pop star, got all the chicks, and traveled the country in a Peter Max psychedelic looking bus, I mean, who wouldn’t want to be David Cassidy?

I roped in my two good pals and musical collaborators, Fernando Perdomo and Rob Bonfiglio, two outstanding and gifted artists on their own. I went into Fernando’s Reseda Ranch Studio, located only a few minutes from David’s home in Encino where he lived during his ’70s heyday. Shortly after David passed away, we cut the song quickly. It was mixed on a Saturday and the day after, it premiered nationwide on Rodney Bingenheimer’s show on Sirius XM radio. So cool…

“Utopia” is a tribute to the band that would also make a damn-fine Utopia song. And it accompanies a touring book you worked on for the band. How did this project come together?

KEN: I’ve been a huge fan of Todd Rundgren and Utopia for 40 years. Hailing from Philly, Todd’s old hood, the transcendent music of Todd and Utopia was played in heavy rotation on Philly radio so I became a major fan with that daily injection of musical magic. Luckily, I had a chance to see Utopia perform live four times circa 1981-1985 but it wasn’t enough.

Through the years, I’ve been fortunate to interview all the members of the classic latter day lineup of Utopia — Todd, Willie Wilcox, Kasim and Roger Powell — and always hounded them about a reunion. When word came down that the band would embark on their first extended U.S. tour in the States in 33 years, as with the “I Wanna Be David Cassidy” single, I needed an outlet to express my joy hence I wrote a song called “Utopia” as an loving homage to the band and its collective connection with their loyal Utopia fan base.

I didn’t try to copy anything per se, just put myself in that mindset and tried to channel that wondrous spirit of invention. I brought in Fernando and Rob once again, two hardcore Todd/Utopia fans, and we cut that song quickly. I’m really proud of it. I’ve sent it to Utopia band members, Willie Wilcox and Kasim Sulton, and they both really liked it. I plan to give a copy to Todd in May when the team that put together the “Utopia” single, Fernando, Rob and I, go on a road trip to Las Vegas to see the band perform.

As for the Utopia tour book, in the past I’ve worked on tour books for the likes of Brian Wilson, The Beach Boys, Jeff Beck, KISS and Bad Company. I pitched the group’s manager, Eric Gardner, on doing one for Utopia, partly driven by my own selfish need to hold such a thing in my hands. I worked in tandem with the supremely gifted designer John Sellards and we created a blockbuster, 60-page tour book that I’m proud to report has been garnering raves from the Utopia fan community.

Your latest — “She Hates The Beatles” — strikes a chord with many a music enthusiast who tries to marry a healthy relationship with a good record collection. Is this based on a true story?

KEN: Actually, no, (laughs) that would be too painful to imagine given that The Beatles are my favorite group and I worship everything about them. Thankfully, my girlfriends’ have all had pretty good taste in music and I’ve never had to end a relationship due to their dislike of The Beatles.

My co-producer, Fernando Perdomo told me during one of our sessions that he had a great title for a song, “She Hates The Beatles.” By the way, he did draw from personal experience with a few of his past girlfriend. Yikes, that’s so hard to imagine! He challenged me to come up with a song and said he’d cut it for free if I came up with something good but that I had to release it quickly as a single. So I went home after the session, figured out the premise for the song, a guy who’s totally into his girlfriend, she treats him well but the breaking point in the relationship is she hates The Beatles and makes him listen to Barry Manilow on the radio. Hating the Beatles is too much for him to move past and he has to break up with her.

By the way, while I’m not a “Fan-ilow,” I’m not a Manilow hater — my girlfriend took me to see him live twice and I enjoyed it — but the original line “Philly soul” didn’t sit right so a pal of mine pushed me to come up with something different and Barry Manilow fit perfectly.

I played it for Fernando, he liked it and we cut it fast, just the two of us playing all the instruments. Just the other day, I sent the song to Eric Carmen, another major musical hero/friend of mine, worshipping his his work in Raspberries and as a solo artist; he told me he loved it so mission accomplished.

Since I’ve released it digitally, I’ve had some folks reach out to me asking if this would be released as a vinyl single. I’ve partnered with the company, Sofa King Vinyl, who released my “I Wanna Be David Cassidy” vinyl single and we’re gonna launch a campaign soon to try and make this single happen. I’ll need to get 100 folks committed to buy the single, which will come with a nifty color picture sleeve. If anyone out there reading this article hears the song and digs it and wants a vinyl single, please send me an email, sharpk@aol.com

 

Your latest book, the complete history of Dennis Wilson’s Pacific Ocean Blue, bypasses the heaps of praise for Pet Sounds and countless books about Beach Boys band drama and turns the spotlight on a lost classic — what inspired you to bring this lost album’s story to life?

I’ve always been a major fan of the Beach Boys but was not hip to Dennis Wilson’s 1977 solo album, Pacific Ocean Blue, until six years after its initial release. I was working as a music intern for the Philly rock station, WYSP-FM, and hanging above the program director’s door was a huge framed promotional poster for Pacific Ocean Blue album, and it was signed to an employee at WYSP. That image would go on to haunt me each day, and draw me in, and soon thereafter it inspired me to check out the record.

Setting the needle down on side one, song one, “River Song,” I was instantly pulled in–the record is a dark symphonic song cycle signaling the emergence of a major talent, sadly overshadowed by his genius big brother. One day, the poster was gone, purloined by someone at the radio station, but my deep love of the album remained. In the mid ‘2000s, I put together a feature for a UK music magazine about the album, structured as an oral history chronicling its back story.

After the article published, I expanded the story into a 415+ book, which was published recently, and has been garnering praise from the Beach Boys community, which makes me feel good — anything to illuminate Dennis’ exceptional artistry is a win-win for me. The book is self-published on my Jetfighter imprint, and like my similarly self-published, “Play On! Power Pop Heroes” multi-volume series, it affords me the freedom to produce books that connect with a small but passionate niche audience.

 

Stepping back a beat, you mention Eric Carmen. Didn’t you write a book about his work with The Raspberries? 

Overnight Sensation: The Story of The Raspberries was my first book and it landed a feature in the June 30, 1994 issue of Rolling Stone. It’s been out print for 20 years with used copies have been selling for upwards of $300-$500 on the secondary market. It’s a BIG book… oversized 8 ½” x 11” 352-page paperback crammed with interviews, press clippings, rare photos, handwritten lyrics, concert ads, memorabilia, plus a look at pre-Raspberries bands, The Choir, Cyrus Erie, The Quick and much more. It’s the ultimate scrapbook on Raspberries. If I can find 150 to commit $45 + shipping, I can do another limited run. Interested fans can e-mail me direct.

Featured image, Ken Sharp live at the Troubadour, courtesy of Steve Rood, A Rood Photo. Connect with Ken Sharp, view his library of original music and books on his official website. 

 

We Knew This Could Happen: Six Films That Depict Nuclear War

I was two years old when the Berlin Wall came down and four when the Soviet Union dissolved. For most of my life, the idea of a nuclear war was a science fiction trope and the Cold War, for me, carried no more weight than the Battle of Gettysburg. I learned all about it and knew close we came to destroying each other, but it didn’t really register emotionally for me.

But today, I catch myself wondering if this I’m feeling the same way other people felt when they read the news during the Cold War. Russia is a hostile nation that wants to rebuild its empire and other “world leaders” are beating their chests and claiming that their nuclear arsenal is the source of their nation’s strength. When a false alarm warning of a nuclear attack sounded in Hawaii, people were legitimately terrified that the end was coming. It was something I never believed I’d see.

How should I feel about this? With no frame of reference, it feels like something out of an intentionally funny, like Dr. Strangelove come to life. So how can I understand what that fear is really like? If the nukes do fall, the world will end up like Mad Max, right? I may have to worry about car chases and men in leather underwear but overall, I’ll end up OK.

I bring up Mad Max because that was what the end of the world looked like to me. People noticed the trend that the “post-apocalyptic” movie was becoming more of a thrilling adventure than something to fill people with terror. That’s because they never showed the actual apocalypse. People in the middle of the Cold War had no reference to what the end of their civilization would be like. News stories featuring talking heads speculating on the war didn’t do the trick.

So, filmmakers in countries all over the world stepped up and made some of the bleakest, most frightening films ever made. They scared the pants of the Cold War audience and they’re ready to scare a new generation. They also show the different views that different nations held about the Cold War. Even countries in NATO did not all feel the same way about the conflict. Some still felt a need to win, others were unhappy to be caught in the middle.

I watched six of those nuclear apocalypse dramas made at the height of the Cold War to find out what they show about the countries that produced them.  And I’ll see if they still frighten me.

The Day After (1983) – Let’s start with what is likely the most famous film in this specific subgenre – The Day After. When it aired on ABC in November 1983, it was an immediate cultural milestone. Everyone – or practically everyone – tuned in to watch it and the second half (the half with all death) played without commercials. There was a hotline set up for people traumatized by the film and it was followed by a televised debate between astrophysicist Carl Sagan, author Elle Wiesel, former Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara, and professional mumbler/former Secretary of State Henry Kissinger. (Could you imagine a news show getting a panel like that today?) Even Fred Rogers devoted the week before The Day After aired to episodes trying to explain why adults fought in ways that could destroy the world. It was also watched by world leaders of the time. President Ronald Reagan, himself a former Hollywood star who understood the impact movies could make on an audience, wrote in his diary that the film was very disturbing. It was likely impossible to not have an opinion on the movie, which meant that viewers were at least trying to make sense of its message.

That’s an enormous build up for a “made for TV” movie. And The Day After has amazing people in its credits. It was directed by Nicholas Meyer (who directed Star Trek: The Wrath of Kahn) and features an ensemble cast of character actors including Steve Guttenburg, John Lithgow, Stephen Furst, Amy Madigan, and two-time Oscar winner Jason Robards. No expense was spared to create this spectacle. And it worked. People who saw it were traumatized (although some critics on the right accused the filmmakers of doing the KGB’s job for them) and it lead to actual policy changes around the world.

But here’s the problem – the film still presents a sanitized version of nuclear war. Compared to some of the other films on this list, The Day After is downright tame.

Normally, this would be understandable. Most films made for television in the U.S. must be as bloodless as possible and cannot create any controversy. But The Day After is ostensibly about the end of human civilization. It should feature a lot of wreckage and despair. When I watched it, I didn’t get any of those feelings. It felt no different than any number of disaster movies of the time where the end of the world was a spectacle to create entertainment. Those help lines ABC set up were undoubtedly as much of a publicity stunt as they were a way to help their audience.

This frustrated the director as much as it did anyone else. He wanted to make a four-hour film and had to cut many scenes from his original concept. That was strike one against The Day After. Strike two was the fact that the film still had to uphold U.S. broadcasting standards of the time. This meant that we would not see any bodies, any gore, or any realistic destruction caused by a nuclear attack. And strike three was the fact that I never got the sense I was watching any characters. I was watching archetypes of American stereotypes. This meant that I wasn’t feeling any sense of lose as I saw characters wandering around the ruins of their civilization.

I did like some moments in the first act. We see a soldier saying goodbye to his wife as he’s put on alert. The populace is also very eager to watch the latest news, but they’re constantly laughing about the possibility of a nuclear war. “Where will we be next week? The upper atmosphere,” some college students joke. But I can’t help thinking we’re seeing all of America condensed into a very unsatisfying way. We’ve a woman who is about to be married, a college student who has yet to figure out what he wants in life, a soldier who’s conflicted between his personal life and his job, a college professor who’s cynical about everything, and a farming family.  It’s literally a Where’s Waldo of Americana.

The opening scene features incredible inappropriate patriotic music that sounds like a rejected piece to the Red Dawn score. It sets the stage that, ultimately, Americans were still the heroes and still had the moral superiority of those dastardly Reds. That completely undermines the point of mutually assured destruction. It does not matter who is right. At the end of the day everyone would die.

We eventually do get a nuke scene about 55 minutes into the film. And it’s probably the best nuclear war scene in the films I’ve seen for this article. It’s not great because of what it shows, but for what it implies. Other films were either ambiguous or showed everyone running around screaming. The Day After shows most of the victims caught in their daily lives. First, we see movie goers lose power during an EMP – as well as an operating room as surgeons work to save a patient. Then we see people vaporized in the blast, including an entire wedding party. People run from their cars as they stop working, trying desperately to get away. A child is blinded by the bomb’s flash. But the scariest part is the soldier who stumbles over his words (“Major Reinhardt, we have a massive attack against the U.S. at…at..at..this time.”) as he relays information about the ICBMs en route to the U.S. He tries to remain stoic – this moment is something he’s trained for his entire career. And yet when that moment comes, even he’s scared. When the end comes, everyone will be caught off guard.

It’s a fantastic scene – a scene that carries real power and impact. Watching it now makes me realize how understandable the fear of nuclear war was at the time.

And then the film returns to the same archetypes that we saw in the first act. A woman is worried about her baby being born into this obliterated world. One young teenager runs outside after the bombing, convinced that everything’s OK now and oblivious to the fallout. A soldier tries to get home to his wife. A college professor holes himself and his students in a bunker, where they try to contact the outside world. And a doctor who’s dying of radiation sickness tries to go home, only to find that his house and his wife have both been vaporized.

I don’t include any names because they’re not necessary. You’re likely already picturing what the characters look like based on my description, and you’re right.

There are still some great scenes that take place in the second half. I liked the bit where a surgeon hangs multiple flashlights to the ceiling so he can work. There are also horrifying scenes in which survivors are being segregated by whether it’s worth treating them for radiation sickness. They have ribbons tied in their hair, but as one character says, “I have no hair left to tie it in.” There is also a sense of us losing the outside world. Characters are desperate for news but no news about survivors is coming. The final call on a ham radio asking “Is anyone out there? Anyone at all?” is probably the bleakest ending for an American TV movie.

But compared to almost all the other films on this list, The Day After surprisingly didn’t do much for me. I still don’t have any emotional connection to a nuclear apocalypse. A few scenes brought me close, but then the film was too scared to follow through. This isn’t the director’s fault, but a reflection on American standards of entertainment. “Don’t make it too bleak,” network executives say, “or else we may not be able to take a break, so people can watch that old lady ask where the beef is.”

Does this make me afraid of nuclear war? No more than The Day After Tomorrow made me fear climate change. I recognized it was something to be concerned about but also knew that this film is more interested in creating a facsimile than the real thing.

Testament (1983)– Testament is a film that was originally released very close to The Day After and seemed to have anticipated The Day After’s mistakes. It’s the best nuclear drama to come out of the United States.

The film was originally made to be broadcast on PBS, but Paramount eventually decided to release it in theaters. It was a good call on their part, as the film received admiring reviews and earned lead actress Jane Alexander an Oscar nomination. It also proved an early starring role for Kevin Costner, who has a minor role as one of the neighbors.

While The Day After was unnecessarily broad, Testament knows how to establish its setting with just a few visual cues. The first thing we see is a Jane Fonda workout tape on TV. That’s all we need to establish the setting. Testament isn’t interested in the political situation outside the family’s house. It’s focused instead on the family scenes – a dad named Tom teaching his kid to ride a bike, a mom named Carol (that’s Alexander) getting annoyed at her child for trying to feed his action figures. Tom commutes to his job in San Francisco, while Carol helps plan for the school play about the Pied Piper of Hamlin.

We don’t see any news about the war or even get a scene documenting it. Instead, we get a newscaster interrupting Sesame Street to let people know that the East Coast has been nuked and then we see a blinding flash just outside the window. The town remains (even if the power’s out due to the EMP) and everyone is still alive. But they still feel the loss of everything they know. Tom is not seen after the attack (he was trapped in San Francisco and his ultimate fate is not revealed) and Carol’s children eventually show signs of radiation sickness.

What works about Testament are those little family moments. It manages to apply one family’s struggle to the entire world. Carol is doing her best to hold out hope that her husband will return and comfort her kids. But slowly, they realize they can’t hold onto their world. Bodies are burned, children die, food runs out, and everything the town does to be normal seems silly and false.

But, unlike in some of the other films, personal relationships still matter. Legendary Japanese character actor Mako plays a gas station owner with a disabled son. He was friends with Carol before the bombing and refuses to charge her for gasoline as the town’s supply dwindles. The town even decides to continue with the school play just to give their lives some semblance of normalcy. Although even at that point, the darkness is already setting in. It’s explained that the original narrator of the play had to drop out because he was sick. Scottie, the child Carol was scolding at the start of the film later buries the action figures he was feeding because “there’s not enough food left to feed them.” Brad is forced to take on the role of the patriarch in the house. One symbolic moment has him using Tom’s bicycle after his own is stolen. But who cares if he’s growing up as an individual? It means very little when his siblings are dying.

What does this all mean? It means that there was no point to using Americana as a weapon in the Cold War. The culture that fueled suburbia would not survive the bomb. And the victims weren’t going to be people thousands of miles away – it would be you. Finally, it didn’t take much to destroy your life. All it would take is a few disasters happening far away from you.

The film ends with Carol celebrating Brad’s birthday, using graham crackers instead of cake. It’s clear that she’s dying and this may be the last moment she has with her surviving child. She asks that we “remember it all. The good and the awful.” That likely had a lot of resonance for the audience watching the movie. There were some very awful moments they had seen that could have lead to the end of the world. But the good was what made the world worth preserving for the next generation.

Testament, with its small budget, knew how to make an impact. It focuses on the people who try to keep their world together.  But in the end, there’s no point. The bombs would eventually claim their victims, no matter how long it took. And the people left behind would have to deal with the wreckage, no matter how far away they were from ground zero.

Does this film make me afraid of nuclear war? This is the film that made me afraid of what would happen if everyone I knew survived. We’d all have to make some difficult decisions and, eventually, those decisions may not be worth making.

The Third World War (1998) – It wasn’t only the U.S. that could make nuclear war films. Germany may very well have been the most important strategic point of the Cold War, and they knew it. And they hated it.

The Third World War is an alternate history documentary released on German television in 1998, nine years after the wall came down. An English language version was also produced and aired on The Learning Channel. For the purposes of this piece, I watched the German language version to help understand the impact its audience would have felt.

Both versions follow the same plot. During a visit to East Berlin in October 1989, Gorbachev is removed from power and is replaced by the hard-liner general Vladimir Soshkin. (The film never explains what exactly happened to Gorbachev. His flight from East Berlin to Moscow simply never makes it back home.) Soshkin purges liberal elements in the Eastern bloc and, as someone with “no time for MTV or McDonalds,” works to undo all of the reforms Gorbachev made.

It gets substantially worse from there.

This film’s effectiveness comes from its embrace of reality. Stock footage is shown of major world leaders of the time, including President George H.W. Bush, Chancellor of Germany Helmut Kohl, and General Secretary of the Socialist Unity Party in East Germany Erich Honecker. When the movie uses fictional characters, they seem realistic enough. Soshkin reminded me of a different Vladimir that currently rules Russia – a conservative hard-liner who felt Russia had deteriorated and wanted to “restore” it. He’s also unable to negotiate. When (fictional) National Security Advisor Martin Jacobs goes to visit and talk to Soshkin, he’s only told “nyet.”

This is a great reminder of how precarious the Cold War truly was. Reform was not a guarantee in the Soviet bloc and one tiny change could have caused the outcome presented here. The new Soviet regime took a lot of cues from the Chinese suppression of activists at Tiananmen Square. Everyone is afraid of this new, alternate reality – much like everyone reacts to the reality we currently find ourselves in.

Unlike every other film on this list, The Third World War does not go straight to the bombs. Instead, it depicts a ground war in Europe that sees the NATO powers beating the Soviets and halting their march across Europe. The film uses every piece of stock footage it can find to make the war seem as realistic as possible. And it works. I had to remind myself that no such war happened. What’s even stranger is that the NATO forces end up defeating the Warsaw Pact. It seems like the future is bright for Europe, even though it took another world war to create it.

The final act is slow, because we’re waiting for the bomb to finally drop. They finally do on April 1, thanks to a radar malfunction. We’re not shown the aftermath. Instead, we’re told that there is no recorded history after the bombs fell. And then we get the triumphant pictures of the fall of the Berlin Wall and the collapse of the Soviet Union, reminding us that it all worked out in the end.

The Third World War was just a thought exercise created for an audience that was comforted by the actual reality they lived in. But now, with all the parallels to our world, it feels like something far more realistic and possible. It demonstrates how the attitudes of the hard liners never really went away – they just faded into the background, waiting to make a comeback. Now that they’re here, we’re not sure what to do with them and all of our responses have been mindless fear followed by “nyet.”

History really did take a different course.

Does this film make me afraid of nuclear war? No, but I’m not sure if it was really meant to. It was instead meant to be a glimpse into what happened if the world went crazy. Which, in many ways, just makes it more prescient.

Threads (1984)– This was the transatlantic response to The Day After, which shows the feelings of a nation that often felt like it was just along for the ride during the Cold War.

Like The Day After, Threads was built on impressive credentials. It was directed by Mick Jackson (who would later direct The Bodyguard…yes, really. It’s the same guy.) and written by Barry Hines, who wrote the novel A Kestrel for a Knave, which was later adapted into the classic Kes. (Hines cowrote the screenplay for the film adaptation of his book.) Jackson consulted with the top experts of the time, including Carl Sagan, to realistically portray nuclear winter. Threads has long been considered the most traumatizing program ever to air on British television. It was only shown twice in two years on TV, then buried for twenty years. It was also aired in America on TBS, where the broadcast was personally introduced by Ted Turner. Recently the film was re-released on Blu-ray to capitalize its relevance to current events. It hasn’t been referenced in American media as much as some other nuclear dramas, but famed British TV writer and commentator Charlie Brooker devoted a segment of his How TV Ruined Your Life show to talk about Threads and how its overall message to millions of people was, “oh shit!”

Watching Threads now, Brooker’s two-word review may be the most poignant description of the film. Because unlike American TV, The U.K. was not afraid to show all the messiness of a nuclear war. There are scenes in this film of charred bodies, of people eating raw dead animals, a woman who survived the bombing cradling her child that did not survive, and so much other death and destruction.

Threads derives its name from the threads of society and the connections we make with our neighbors. They’re what make the world turn, but it’s also what will lead to our ruin.

The first act is a very typical Thatcher-era drama about young kids who accidentally get pregnant and must put their lives on hold. This is Jimmy and Ruth, who conceive their child in the back of a car.  We do hear about the build-up of a crisis in the Middle East. (The Soviet Union invades Iran and the U.S. is wants them out.) But unlike The Day After, people in the U.K. barely take notice. Even Jimmy turns off a radio news bulletin to find a football match. Those who do and organize nuclear protests are laughed down for focusing on the wrong things.

During all the dramatic moments, Threads uses interstitials to explain what’s happening beyond the character’s lives. It makes for some harrowing reading about how many military targets exist in England. They even try to pinpoint a time when Russia would drop the bomb. What makes it worse is how it puts me in the mindset of a government bureaucrat trying to assess the impact of a bomb. 210 megatons may fall on the U.K. That sounds scary. But that doesn’t look like anything to me. Threads then shows me exactly what that would look like.

To me, the scariest parts come before the nuke. There is an uncertain fear in the population as they rush on grocery stores and try to navigate a closed highway system. Jimmy and Ruth wallpaper a new flat they’ve purchased to start their new life as the one piece of hope for the future we see. But it’s a rare happy scene as the state of emergency increases. We see roads being jammed, we see grocery stores being practically looted, and we see people evacuating and not wanting to take the time to look for their lost dog.

The actual nuke scene comes at 48 minutes into the film. Unlike The Day After, no one is caught off guard by the bomb. (Although there is an amusing moment when a man on the toilet sees the flash.) There are scenes of people trying to run as one person looks at the mushroom cloud and can barely utter, “Jesus Christ, they’ve done it.” We don’t really see the bomb’s effect people until much later.

And when we do, the film returns to its harrowing moments. The Sheffield emergency committee is trapped in their shelter and barely able to relay orders. (They eventually die when their air supply runs out.) We see corpses all over the rubble. There’s also moments of people turning their back on their fellow man. Ruth’s parents are killed by looters and Ruth herself is thrown out of a home that the government placed her in. But most of all, there’s no sense that anyone thinks they’ll return to the society that was destroyed. They’re barely clinging onto life as they eat raw dead rats, wondering if they’d be better off with their dead children. Jimmy’s father trades his lack pack of cigarettes for scotch, but then spits it out after he takes a drink. Even the pleasures of life are gone.

And unlike most other nuclear war films, Threads shows life for years after the war. The next generation is receiving rudimentary education from a VHS tape and can barely speak beyond words like “cahm-un” (Come on) and “gi-siv-it” (Give us it.) Even Ruth’s daughter Jane is unable to comprehend her own mother’s death, shaking her body and going, “Ruth. Work. Up.” We only see her showing emotion at the very end, when Jane finds out in her own way that her generation is the last one humanity will ever produce.

Threads is a frightening film. It doesn’t focus on spectacle and develops characters to live in its post-apocalyptic world. When people die, I feel an actual emotional impact. But only because the film treats the death that accompanies the war as a statistic and doesn’t bother to linger on any person. That absence of emotion is the greatest effect the bomb had.

Does this film make me afraid of nuclear war? If this film doesn’t make you afraid, none will.

The War Game (1965)– The War Game is the earliest film on this list, having been made in 1965 and winning the Academy Award for Best Documentary Feature in 1966. (Even though it is completely fictional.) But it was suppressed by the BBC for twenty years and not broadcast until 1985. The higher-ups were far too concerned about the impact the film would make on its audience.

Even 33 years after its initial broadcast by the BBC, it’s easy to see why. The film includes scenes that would barely be permissible on television today, much less in the 1960s. This is a film that features police officers shooting people dying of radiation poisoning to put them out of their misery, as doctors have no way to treat them. This is a film that features police later open firing on a food riot. We see bodies being burned, we see society break down. And all throughout is a newsreader is reading dry copy about what we’re seeing, before reminding us that similar things happened in Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

The film was directed by Peter Watkins, who made a career out of fake narrative documentaries. His Culloden, about the 1746 Battle of Culloden shot in a way that resembled news reports on the Vietnam War, practically invented the genre. His last film to date, The Commune, is a six-hour film about the Paris Commune and was shot much in the same way as The War Game. Watkins never broke into the mainstream, even though he’s still revered in the UK for what he managed to do.

So why do a documentary approach about a nuclear war? Because it demonstrates just how little the public would be prepared for it and how the government wasn’t helping them. One scene in The War Games has a man going door to door giving people a pamphlet on ways they can be prepared for the bombing. During a brief interview, he states that the pamphlets had been available for years but “didn’t sell well.” “They weren’t given out for free?” the interviewer asks. “No,” he replies, “They cost ninepence.”  Think about that for a moment. The government was charging people for information that could potentially save their lives. (Or, even worse, it would do absolutely nothing to save them.)

The war itself was treated as something that was inevitable. The scariest part is the diagram at the start of the film, which notes how many military targets there are on the relatively tiny UK. People could be evacuated from cities, but they would have nowhere to go. But worst of all, the bombing was inevitable, and the NATO allies may be the first group to drop the bomb. People are asked if they were aware of this possibility. “No,” most reply. They also say that they’d want the UK to retaliate against Russia should the bombs fall – even if it won’t accomplish anything.

The worst moment of the film comes when children who survived the bombing are interviewed late in the film. They’re all asked what they want to be when the grow up. And each one gives the same answer – “nothing.” The film ends on a church service at Christmas, but no one seems to be interested in the meaning behind the ceremony. And the service makes “Silent Night” far more poignant.

The film hit me like a sucker punch, which is likely why the BBC banned it. At the time it was released – a mere two years after the Cuban missile crisis – people would genuinely believe they were getting a glimpse of their future. The last line of the film is about how the nuclear stockpile of the world has doubled within the last five years – and was still growing. Unfortunately, that message no longer seems quaint today.

Does this make me afraid of nuclear war? Very much so. It’s the one film that reminds me how ill prepared everyone is.

When the Wind Blows (1986) – When the Wind Blows is the final film on this list, and it’s also my pick for the best one. The film was based on a graphic novel by Raymond Briggs and directed by Jimmy Murakami, the same team that produced the famous animated adaptation of The Snowman. It’s the one film that answers the biggest question I have – why? Why, despite people knowing what nuclear weapons could do, did they still believe that any war was winnable? Why did they keep their arsenals and get involved in ground wars that could have gotten so quickly out of control? Didn’t they remember the destruction of the last World War?

As When the Wind Blows shows, that generation did remember. And that was the problem. They had become clouded in nostalgia for that time and still felt that, in the end, the good guys would unquestionably beat the evil horde. The millions of deaths didn’t matter, because it would all work out in the end.

That’s the view Jim and Hilda Bloggs, the only two characters shown in the film, hold. Both are pension aged, living out their golden years in rural England. Jim keeps abreast of the world’s events, while Hilda is more worried about her drapes and garden. There are announcements on the radio about how war is, at most, three days away. They call their son to make sure he’s preparing and are appalled when he laughs at them. They work to prepare their home for the bombing, following the instructions on government issued pamphlets.

Both have surprisingly fond memories of the London Blitz, and their actual perspectives seem to be forever be frozen in the 1940s. Neither of them knows who any modern head of state is, and both wonder if Lord Montgomery, who died nine years before this film was released, is still in charge of the troops. They even refer to Stalin as a “nice chap” for being on their side during World War II.

But they’re not irresponsible – or at least, they’re doing what they think is right in the face of oblivion. Jim has collected a bunch of pamphlets from the government that he believes will save them, just like they saved them during the Blitz. He follows every piece of advice in the government pamphlets to the letter, even when he finds contradictions. And throughout it all, they remain convinced that any subsequent Russian invasion would be repelled by the Americans.

When the bombs fall, it is still a shocking moment. We don’t see any people being killed, but we do see plenty of buildings blowing up. And we see Jim and Hilda run to their “inner core or refuge” and Jim calls Hilda a “stupid bitch” when she goes to check to make sure the oven is off. (“There’s no need to forget our manners just because a war’s on!” Hilda says as she demands an apology from Jim.) It’s all over very quickly, but the impact it makes is profound. The film’s limited scope means we were never going to get a full explanation of the war, but what we see works because we see how it affects the couple.

And then the bombing is over, while Jim and Hilda realize that all their preparation has been worthless. All their collected water is vaporized and there’s no sign of life outside their house. Still, they wait patiently for a rescue team to arrive and do what they can to survive. But they also seal their fate by doing some profoundly dumb things, like leaving their shelter early and drinking contaminated rain water.

These scenes don’t portray Jim and Hilda as stupid, despite how oblivious they are to their situation. Rather, they’re in deep denial about how wrong they were on the war. They both try to explain away the visible radiation sickness symptoms their showing. Other films were very direct about the impact fallout would have on people. Jim and Hilda must realize they’re dying, but they’re still stuck in the default “stiff upper lip” mode. The good guys are supposed to win a world war, and they’re the good guys. So why should they be victims? Their radiation sickness is a profound challenge to their worldview.

When the end comes, Jim and Hilda are still delirious. There’s no attempt at any self-reflection on their part. But then, arguably every moment after the bombing has been an act of reflection on their beliefs. The more in denial Jim and Hilda are, the sorrier we feel for them. As they’re dying (I don’t think I’m spoiling anything by saying people exposed to radiation die), Jim suggests they pray. “To who?” replies Hilda. That seems less of a delirious question and more of a serious indictment against the powers who failed them. And even then, Jim is unable to recite the prayer, confusing it with lines from Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade.” Even as they’re dying, they’re romanticizing war.

When the Wind Blows is a shocking indictment of the generation that birthed the Cold War. The old men in charge thought that this would be an opportunity to once again be heroes and defeat the bad guys. So what if the bombs were slightly bigger? That didn’t stop them the last time. But there would be no heroes and there would be no recovery no matter how much “hope” you had.

Does this film make me afraid of nuclear war? Honestly, I’m more scared to be one of the people that would be trapped in the aftermath.

Popdose Exclusive Video Premiere: Wade Jackson, “Emotion: Devotion”

Popdose is both pleased and proud to bring you a brand new, exclusive premiere from one of our favorite artists, Wade Jackson. “Emotion: Devotion” is the new single and video; it will be available for purchase/download on May 4th and it’s a taster of what’s to come from Mr. Jackson’s forthcoming album, The Ghost Searches Beside Me, which drops in July.

Mr. Jackson describes “Emotion: Devotion” as “a look inside the mind of someone being at the crossroads of modern life; the freedom to do anything one wants but thwarted by the constraints of confusing and rudderless journeys into the unknown.”  Mr. Jackson consciously wanted the vocal melody to start off completely confident and, by the last verse, to be slightly askew and unsure to reflect the theme.

The new album was recorded at Grow Yourself Up Studios in Redfern, Sydney, Australia with Jackson at the helm, as multi-instrumentalist, composer, performer and now stepping up as mixer as well.

Let yourself be hypnotized by this deep and moving – both rhythmically and spiritually – new track.

The Ghost Searches Beside Me will be released, July 2018

https://www.wadejacksonmusic.com/

Foo Fighters’ Favorite ‘Kiss Guy’ Has a Song — and It’s Epic

In a recent interview with Rolling Stone, Foo Fighters guitarist Chris Shiflett promised the Concrete and Gold world tour would be unpredictable, and they certainly delivered in Austin, Texas when they plucked Yayo Sanchez — aka The Kiss Guy — up on stage during “Monkey Wrench”. When Dave Grohl handed over his guitar, Sanchez not only kept up with the band, he delivered a guitar solo so spellbinding, Grohl forgot the words to his own song.

While Sanchez’s synergy with the band appears to be magic, it’s actually the result of hard work. In media interviews after the event, he admitted he watched the band’s performance intensely and then practiced like hell. Sanchez is clearly the type of musician Dave Grohl loves — he’s been honing his craft and playing basement, garage and club gigs while looking for his big break. And that’s the way it should be.

A few years ago, Grohl lamented that televised singing competitions were a detriment to the vitality of the next generation of musicians. In an interview with Delta Sky magazine, he said “Oh, okay, that’s how you become a musician, you stand in line for eight (f-bomb) hours with 800 people at a convention centre and then you sing your heart out for someone and then they tell you it’s not (f-bomb) good enough.’ Can you imagine?” He then offered his own advice to musicians like Sanchez, “Musicians should go to a yard sale and buy an old (f-bomb) drum set and get in their garage and just suck. And get their friends to come in and they’ll suck, too. And then they’ll (f-bomb) start playing and they’ll have the best time they’ve ever had in their lives and then all of a sudden they’ll become Nirvana.”

Sanchez isn’t wasting his moment in the spotlight — he’s amassing fans on social media and promoting at least one song that he already has in the can — “Mothership” — and yes, it’s just as epic as one can imagine.

Sanchez could very well follow in the path of Dave Grohl, Slash, Nuno Bettencort, Eddie Van Halen, Ace Frehley, Joan Jett and other rock legends — if he gets his shot. You can support him buy buying his track on iTunes or Amazon and catapulting it to the top of the charts where it belongs.

Buy “Mothership” by Yayo Sanchez right now. Connect with him on facebook.

Too Old to Rock ‘n’ Roll #15: Driving on Slow Hand Road

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March 2017

Playing that first gig after injury feels like a dam breaking. I’ve been working on songs all winter — singing bits and pieces of vocal melody into my phone, jotting down chord changes I can hear in my head but cannot yet shape with my hands — and I am ready to get some down. And with no gigs on the calendar for Roscoe’s Basement until May, I figure it’s a good time to get some of this stuff out of my imagination and into my ears.

That’s not to say I haven’t been keeping my hand in. Shortly before breaking my arm in December, I finally broke down and bought a cheapie microphone interface for my laptop. This lets me record vocals and acoustic instruments through a real mic, rather than through the computer’s built-in pinhole condenser. The quality of my sound improved immensely at a single stroke; I spent part of my recovery rerecording the vocals on demos I’d laid down during the previous spring and summer.

One of these is “Ding Note.” Any of you who follow me on Twitter have surely seen this one; it began as a dare from Chuck and developed into a riot of harmony and stunt vocals. Inspired by the rejections I’d been gathering for my latest round of fiction submissions, I imagined it as a rewrite of “Paperback Writer” from the publisher’s perspective, built around a riff that’s literally “Paperback Writer” played backward.


Home demo for “Ding Note.” Manipulated samples and sound effects, all voices, electroacoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, words and music by Jack Feerick; recorded August 2016, additional recording March 2017.


But I want to do more than just put a new shimmer on old recordings. It’s time for something new. So I start in my usual bass-ackwards fashion, with something old.

The fresh material still needs work; I write by working things out on the guitar, and though my bass chops are returning, my chording is still unreliable. In the end, I fall back on a tune from my We Saw The Wolf days, a stomper very much in the mode of the Pogues circa Hell’s Ditch. The single-note lines come easily enough. (Of course, it helps that I’m playing a nylon-string with low, slippery action.) For the rhythm guitar, though, I have to tune my Martin to an open chord and slide one finger up and down the neck.

But my sound is expanding in other ways, as if to compensate. My bass amp has a mic-level output, so I can now run the preamp signal to my mic interface without bypassing the speaker — so now I can actually hear myself play, which means I can add keyboards to the mix. I can even record amp feedback , though I have to turn up ungodly loud to get it.

Home demo for “The Ballad of William Walker.” Drum loop, environmental recording, live tambourine, bass, steel-stringed electroacoustic guitar, two nylon-stringed guitars, two distorted electric guitars, keyboards, all voices, words and music by Jack Feerick. Written 1997. Recorded February/March 2017.

I’m not thrilled with the lyrics — their sketch of the historical Walker presents Confederate talking points more or less with a straight face; if I were writing it today, I’d do it rather differently. But it’s close to hand and easy to play, and when it’s done I can’t help but feel good about it. White light, white heatNeither “Walker” nor “Ding Note” are exactly Roscoe’s Basement songs, I know — and that’s okay; I love being in this band, but it will never be the be-all and end-all for my songwriting and performing ambitions. I fit here — but not in the manner of a cogwheel, where every aspect meshes wherever you turn. It’s more like a piece in a jigsaw puzzle; one side of me is locked in, but there are other sides that fit into other situations. That doesn’t take anything away from Roscoe’s Basement — and it doesn’t make me damaged or “difficult” for failing to cut myself down to fit into this one exclusive slot.

This is something that I have not always understood as I understand it now, and it has hurt me in the past. I have occasionally had unrealistic expectations about my place in a given collaboration, and staked too much of my self-worth on the outcome (hello again, We Saw The Wolf). But I’m in a better place now, thank heaven.


And anyway, we are working on new original material. Craig’s been woodshedding a new thing called “We’ve Broken Reality” through the fall and winter — a midtempo strummer with a lyric about holding on to love in the age of fake news; in fact, when he first told me about the idea, “fake news” was a brand-new phrase for all of us. I’ve been looking forward to this song since he sent me the first acoustic sketches.

To be honest, I feel a little possessive of it; although it’s not a co-write by any stretch, Craig did workshop the words with Chuck and me, looking for a way to crack such an abstract idea. We kicked ideas back and forth by e-mail; none of the actual lines in the finished song are mine, I don’t think, but some of the images — some of the feel of it — sound like me.

We’re starting from nothing but chords and a vocal melody — which is very different from our usual process for either Craig’s songs or mine, where we normally start with a more-or-less completed demo — and the push-and-pull takes the song in a couple of different directions. The chord progression chimes along prettily, with some gorgeous discords in the pre-chorus, and I start off thinking it’s a psychedelic slow burner. Craig keeps upping the tempo, working up a melodic bassline on the fly, which takes us into R.E.M.-style jangle-pop territory. Mike drops some scorching fuzztone leads, which sort of splits the difference. But after working n “We’ve Broken Reality” for a couple of weeks in a row, we shelve it for the moment. I put in my vote for pushing through and debuting the song at out May gig, but Craig feels it needs more work.


I shrug it off and concentrate on my own stuff, inasmuch as I can. I’ve had a jazzy blues waltz churning inside my head since December, growing out of a conversation with Craig; after my accident and his hernia diagnosis, we were half-expecting bad luck to strike somewhere else close to the band, on the theory that trouble comes in threes.

Home demo for “Trouble Comes in Threes.” Drum loop, samples, four electric guitars, bass, keyboards, voice, words and music by Jack Feerick. Written December 2016/January 2017. Recorded April 2017; additional recording October 2017, final mix and edit March 2018.

The bassline has been haunting me, but the chords are beyond my still-rudimentary skills. In the end, I record each note separately, like horns playing a jazz riff. And because I’m feeling mischievous, I toss in little nods to both Jimi Hendrix and Kind Of Blue.

The effect is pleasantly ghostly. I work hard to get the sound I want — chorusing, echoed, shadowy — harder than I would need to, strictly speaking, if my goal were only to produce a sketch for the band to follow. And it’s about here when I acknowledge that live performance with the band doesn’t have to be my only goal for these songs. The recording technology is such that I can realize my ideas more fully than I’d ever dreamed possible, back in the old days — and I will be able to do so ever more effectively as my equipment and my playing skills improve. I can make proof-of-concept demos for the band, sure; and I can also make weird little pop records for myself — and thanks to Soundcloud (and to this column, as well), those little records can find an audience even among people who will never hear the band play live.

So I’m content, for now. I can rock out with the band without feeling the need to dominate; I’ve got recording as an outlet to keep me from getting restless, allowing me to be generous. I’ve got representation, without feeling the need to claw to get my songs included in the set list. And I don’t have to tamp myself down, don’t have to force the songs into a Roscoe’s Basement-shaped mold. They can go where they will, because even of they don’t make it to the stage, they can have life in full-blown form outside my head.

It feels, for the moment, like the best of both worlds — and it looks to get only better as I rebuild my playing style. And if that third piece of trouble is out there, it’s not giving me any grief just now.

Not yet, anyway.

Next month: A Room at the Heartbreak Hotel

Review: Dylan Carlson – “Conquistador”

I know it’s utterly blasphemous to suggest in underground circles, but my first point of entry when listening to Dylan Carlson’s new “Conquistador,” the title track to a series of brain-melting epics for distorted guitar, was not Herzog’s Aguirre but Neil Young. Not the commercial Young, mind you, or he of the Crosby, Stills & Nash association, but the Young of Jim Jarmusch’s Dead Man. On the Dead Man score, Young eschewed melody and hooks for an exploration of a distorted guitar’s textures, undercurrents and nuances. (Think of it as grunge minimalism.) It was spooky, evocative, and perfectly fit Jarmusch’s brilliant death narrative. Well, Carlson expands infinitely on that template on Conquistador, out this Friday on Sargeant House, and while it would be fair to say the Wild West of Young’s Dead Man is a kind of vague predecessor to the unnamed Spanish plains of Carlson’s first solo record proper, it’s also reductive.

Like Carlson’s best work – I’m thinking mostly of Earth 2 – the compositions on Conquistador are writ large and are kind to those who are patient in how they unfurl their leaves; you will rarely hear a long-form guitar drone or series of repeating figures sound as punishing or as sonicly rewarding.

(The Young comparison is apt, though, because both men, for a time, circled in Kurt Cobain’s orbit – Young as a forefather of grunge, for lack of a less preening term, and a provider of blueprints, and Cobain, longtime friend of Carlson, as a guest guitarist on the first Earth EP. But there, the similarities end. So be it.)

The opening of the wonderfully menacing fourth track, “Scorpions In Their Mouths,” transforms tape hiss into bees in a bonnet, and noted baritone- and slide-guitarist Emma Ruth Rundle does some interesting work here and there. But the real star of the show is Carlson. On “Scorpions,” as elsewhere, he builds heat through repetition – and it is hot! Here, it’s not the structuralist implications of gradually evolving but the pay-off of crashing into a wall of power-chord guitars after plodding/plotting along, lulled into submission, with spare figures. Ghastly stuff.

The ravishing “When The Horses Were Shorn of Their Hooves” violently rages, with Carlson slashing out a scorcher of a lead that will leave Earth fans smiling. “Reaching The Gulf,” on the other end of things, is as close as the LP gets to tapping a nostalgic nerve, with less-volatile guitars that emote alongside a curtain of feedback. There is a kind of narrative arc to the whole LP – call it an implicit narrative about a history of genocide in the Americas – but I’ll leave that analysis to wiser scholars. Surely, there’s fodder for it.

There are subtleties to Carlson’s largely percussion-less presentation that are worth noting – is that a vocal exhalation repeating in the background of the fourth track? Why does a background guitar on closer “Reaching” sound like sitar? – but, if you let the sound engulf you, you will find your just desserts. This is music meant to be played loudly – and to which you need to surrender your senses. Crank it up.

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Dizzy Heights #38: Pico to Colorado to Las Palmas — The Garrett & Amy Show, Vol. II

Time for another edition of Take Your Child to Work Day, though curiously, my employer is not celebrating it this year.

The kids have been itching to do another show, and they’re bringing all of the big hitmakers with them. Demi Lovato, The Weeknd, Muse, Grace VanderWaal and Panic! At the Disco all return to rub elbows with Selena Gomez, P!nk, Portugal. The Man, Charlie Puth, The Chainsmokers, Fergie (God help me), Julia Michaels, and a certain mega female pop star whose name I’m afraid to mention. Listen as the kids re-enact their favorite internet memes, with varying degrees of success. Though it turns out Garrett can do an awfully good Schwarzenegger impression, and his Tommy Wiseau isn’t bad, either.

If there is any influence of mine in this show, it’s in the funny bits, namely the Simpsons drop-ins and the final track of the show. ’90s-era MTV fans look at this show’s title and nod knowingly.

Thank you, as always, for listening.

Review: Grouper – “Grid of Points”

Grouper’s new LP – Grid of Points, out tomorrow via Kranky – is no Ruins, but its sparse pairing of multifaceted, ghostly voices with borderline-skeletal piano is nonetheless pretty engaging.

Working, surprisingly, from a palette that’s more stripped down and gray than that aforementioned 2014 gem, solo performer Liz Harris taps into a well of rich yet nuanced melancholy on the seven-song offering, and listeners will be surprised that something of this depth only runs 21 minutes. Harris, on retreat in Wyoming, composed the record, apparently, in a flurry of writing, which was disrupted only by a high fever. It’s easy to agree with her assessment that this is a complete work, however much you want the swells of voices to keep darting down endless echo chambers, and not something haphazard.

Ruins was a more textured affair and, while Grouper’s trademark tape hiss and angelic chorale remain, the austerity on display here lends it a kind of sonic isolationism, a desire to turn further inward. On tracks like “Birthday Song,” it becomes a kind of musical definition of loneliness. On “Blouse,” Harris sounds authentically devastated, barely able to push out the lead. “Breathing,” the closer, collapses under found sound.

Harris is working from sonic forebears throughout – while this work is more ambient in nature, it calls to mind the breathiness of 90s-era Cindy Dall and even the solo piano phrasings of Thymme Jones. (The artist Demen tried and largely failed to work in similar modes last year.) But what the listener is treated to, ultimately, is requia. Harris’ mournful compositions are like tombstones, marking the passing of emotions, or the capturing of them on tape, before they fade into ether, into something more intangible. It’s not her finest work but it’s still pretty great.

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Soul Serenade: The Diamonds, “The Stroll”

Canada, a nation known for hockey, curling, poutine, and … soul? Yes indeed. I may seem to be on a mission to prove that soul music comes in all kinds of forms from all kinds of places but it only seems that way because it’s true. Sure, cities like Detroit, Philadelphia, Memphis, and New Orleans are known as soul capitols but they are hardly the only places from which soulful sounds emerged. Last week I gave you soul from London in the form of the Foundations. This week we travel north of the border to meet the Diamonds.

Their history goes all the way back to 1953 when sound engineer Dave Somerville met three like-minded guys in Toronto. The thing they had in common was that they all liked to sing and as a result, a new vocal quartet was formed. They called themselves the Diamonds and in addition to Somerville, the original lineup included Ted Kowalski, Phil Levitt, and Bill Reed. They got a positive reaction from early audiences and 18 months into their career they decided to make the drive to New York City in search of fame and fortune.

The Diamonds found what they were looking for when they tied for first place on the popular Arthur Godfrey’s Talent Scouts tv show. Their prize was a record deal with Coral Records. That, in turn, led to them acquiring manager Nat Goodman. Four songs came out of those early sessions the most memorable being a Lieber-Stoller composition called “Black Denim Trousers & Motorcycle Boots.”

The Diamonds

The Diamonds continued to move forward and DJ Bill Randle helped them to get a deal with Mercury Records. Success came in the form of a cover of the Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers hit which reached #12 in 1955 and was followed by the #14 hit “Church Bells May Ring” that same year. The group made their first appearance on the R&B chart the following year with “Love, Love, Love” which reached #14. Bigger things were still ahead.

The real breakthrough record for the Diamonds was their take on the Maurice Williams-written “Little Darlin’.” In 1957, the single made it to #2 on the R&B chart and the same position on the pop chart. “Words of Love” and “Zip, Zip” followed “Little Darlin’” into the Top 20 and then the Diamonds scored big again with “The Stroll,” a song written by Clyde Otis which reached #4 on the pop chart and #5 on the R&B chart. Yes, 1957 was quite a year for the Diamonds.

Despite the success, by the end of the decade, three original members of the Diamonds had left the group leaving Somerville as the only original member. Replacing Kowalski, Reed, and Levitt were Mike Douglas, John Felten, and Evan Fisher. The Diamonds continued into the ’60s but by 1961 even Somerville had left. He pursued a solo career as David Troy and he was replaced by Jim Malone.

The hit-making days of the Diamonds were done but they continued as a live act, playing often in Las Vegas. Inevitably there was a battle over who owned the Diamonds name which led to two different groups of Diamonds being on the road at the same time. In one form or another, a group called the Diamonds has continued touring in the new century.