On Doug Coombe’s suggestion, The Pop Project attempted to come up with a fake band name to use at tonight’s “secret” show opening for “Casey and the Moonshine Band” (aka Tally Hall) and The Kickstand Band at Savoy in Ypsi. The following are contributions from all four band members in an email chain that added up to 60 emails in one day. You’ll have to guess who contributed which names.
Lazers
Slinky Slam and the Smoothies
Ojectpray Opay
Max Scout
Tabernacle
The Tough Titties
Blatant Nuance
Subtle Putter
The Lady Paintings
Thee Lords
Thee Elbow Room Managerial disputes
Real Rules / Road World
Craze and Amaze
Butt Lazers
Freakypoopybuttworld
Screeching Butts
Barfing and Pee
cmon. THEE LORDS.
HIMILAYA
Erectioneering
Fuck You Doug Coombe
Mad Tru
The Shufflin Bumblers
The Pizza Shortage Massacre
Pizza Island
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Double Double Rainbow
Quadruple Rainbow
Psych!
Doorknob
The Cooties
Smeltit
The Mr. Perfects
The Not Project
tFhAeKpEoBpApNrDoNjAeMcEt
Insidious Musculature
Outrageous Musculature
The Perfect Abs
The AB-tones
WHAZZZZZUP and the Trues
The Peeballs
The Single Tear
The Slow Clap
Keet the Biebers
NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW OR CARE ABOUT THIS
Coombe Your Hair
I’m 12 Years Old And What Is This
Pantera
Pantero
Stretch Markers
God Dilla
Peeping Turtle
Shat Roulette
Clay Maiken
The Jonas Fuckers
Mrs. Andy Garris
I Want to Believe I Felt the Earthquake
Why Didn’t I Feel the Earthquake?
God Hates Me
Before we could settle on a name, the event invite went out listing us as the Pop Project. For the best.
Despite that title, get ready for something tasty.
Bobby Emmett, former organ/piano-bass player in the Sights, is streaming his new solo record in its entirety on his myspace page. The album is unabashed powerpop, with big nods to Boston, the Raspberries and Sloan. Full of guitarmonies, handclaps and vocal gymnastics, the basic tracks were cut in Dave Cobb’s studio in LA, with Cobb on drums and Bobby on guitar, and overdubs were done by Bobby and pals Chuck Bartell and Matt Thibodeau at his house, strictly sticking to a vintage gear path and “no plugins.” He even had Jay Ferguson and Lyle Workman (who, despite being far more well known for other reasons, will always be known to me as one of the guys who played lead guitar on Spilt Milk) stop in for cameos.
Best Bobby quote from his recent Cribs and Rides article: “If the Beatles were around today some dumbass would be autotuning it.” So true. The charming personality of left-in flubs, like Paul saying “Oh fuck!” on the piano track of “Hey Jude,” would surely be ”sorted out in Tools” these days. Not to say that this is a warts-and-all record by any means - no doubt Bobby worked hard to make everything as perfect as possible (and used Pro Tools to do so). But I appreciate (as Bobby notes on his myspace page) that he and Greg Gordon manually mixed the record using all four of their hands on the board, manually adjusting panning, volume, etc, adding one more human element so that even the mix is a performance. Listening to the unintentional disparities between the mono and stereo mixes of the recent Beatles reissues is a reminder of that element that’s since been lost in most automated modern mixing.
So kudos to Bobby for finishing the record and doing it his way. It takes some guts to bust out the credit card and make an uncompromising record of professional quality by yourself, especially a record that may never be performed live (since he’s now a touring member of Shooter Jennings’ band and the album is performed by a group of people that have never all been in the same room together). Despite all odds, the record is completed, sounding fantastic and offered up for you to enjoy.
You’ve probably seen this onotherblogs, but I figured it was worth noting here too.
The Pop Project is one of 16 Detroit acts featured on Ear to the Ground: Detroit, which is a 100% free compilation distributed on the now-legal Limewire site. The artists for the compilation were selected by the Metro Times, and each artist picked their own song to contribute. The compilation is actually a surprisingly quality and diverse sampling of music. Usually these sort of things are pretty lame.
So, Ellie Greenwich died today of a heart attack. Wasn’t expecting that one. Only this past weekend I was admiring her personal website, noting how endearingly homemade and homely it was.
If you’re not familiar with Ellie Greenwich, here’s a sampling of songs she wrote:
Be My Baby (The Ronettes), Then He Kissed Me (The Crystals), He’s Got the Power (The Exciters), Hanky Panky (Tommy James and the Shandells), Do Wah Diddy Diddy (Manfred Mann), Chapel of Love (The Dixie Cups), Da Doo Run Run (The Crystals), I Can Hear Music (Ronnettes/Beach Boys), Leader of the Pack (Shangri-Las), Maybe I Know (Lesley Gore), River Deep, Mountain High (Ike & Tina, Harry Nilsson) and many more.
She also had hits as an artist, even if it initially came about somewhat accidentally. Similar to the stories of Carole King’s early singles or Little Eva’s ”The Locomotion,” Ellie’s first hit was just a demo that a label decided to press: “What a Guy.” Since Ellie did so many harmonies on the recordings, the single was marketed as a doowop group, the Raindrops. Subsequent releases featured then-husband Jeff Barry laying down a bass vocal. The Raindrops released a few additional hits, including one of my favorite silly doowop tunes: “The Kind of Boy You Can’t Forget.”
She also discovered Neil Diamond and produced the original versions of songs like “Solitary Man,” “Kentucky Woman,” and “Cherry Cherry.” If that’s not enough for you, she also arranged the vocals and sang for Aretha’s “Chain of Fools,” Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,” in addition to countless other recordings from the 60s and 70s.
I first got an idea of Ellie’s greatness after watching this documentary about the Brill Building songwriters - all of which were amazing talents in their own right. The sad fact that struck me from watching the documentary is that it seemed like Ellie had been somewhat lost after the Brill Building heyday, alluding to serious depression. So it was somewhat of a consolation to stumble on her website recently and learn that the Broadway musical based on her music and life (Leader of the Pack) had been providing her vicarious joy through communication with a younger generation of high school drama students who wanted to know about her. While it looks like they’ve already taken the link down, as recently as this weekend, her website listed her personal email address and invited high school students who had performed the play to write her.
Here’s a quote from an essay Ellie wrote on her website:
Now, thirty years older, I believe that many of my generation have reached a new plateau and it’s an interesting place. You can realize the fruits of years of hard work and you can watch your grown children slipping into the roles you are now leaving, but you also are painfully aware that you don’t quite fit into society any longer. It’s not the same world you knew. You are facing old age (oops!…I mean the “Golden Years”), and you really don’t want to. It’s a frightening time for many people. We feel somewhat scattered and directionless and we wish we were back in the 60’s. We need to grab that anchor of stability once again, but can’t find it…until we hear a familiar tune on the radio
Hopefully oldies radio does play tribute to this behind-the-scenes superstar. For a while, I’ve been meaning to download all the Ellie Greenwich songs I hadn’t heard before and make my own complete Greenwich-Barry collection (I did the same thing for early Carole King and Randy Newman songs a few years ago, and both were great). Now seems like a great time to follow through with that idea.
About a month ago, Kevin sent me a link to his entry for an A-1 video contest. His song is called “If the Steak Is Sizzlin, the A-1 Is Drizzlin.” Here’s the video:
Since it’s been a month with no news, I’m guessing he didn’t win a swimming pool full of A1 or whatever the grand prize was. It’s hard to believe someone beat him, considering the competition:
You may have heard, but Les Paul died today. The guy was really old, so it’s probably not a huge shock. It was more shocking to me that until recently he was still performing on a regular basis.
I saw the movie Les Paul Chasing Sound recently, though, and his accomplishments and story are truly mindblowing. Most people know that he invented multi-tracking and the solid body guitar. You might even know that when he lost mobility in his right arm, he had it permanently placed in an L-shape so he could continue playing guitar.
Here’s one thing that people often overlook: He recorded most of material with his wife, Mary Ford, when his homemade multitrack technology was still very primitive. While he could overdub on top of a recording, he recorded over everything as we went. Which meant that everything had to be done perfectly on the FIRST TAKE or else he lost everything. Think about that when you hear this song, which spent 25 weeks at the #1 position.
Another fact: Les and Mary would travel and use various houses for sale as temporary recording studios, using hallways and bathrooms for natural reverb, similar to what Will told MotorCityRocks today when talking about the Zoos of Berlin album. Les Paul’s subtle influence strikes again.
I don’t know if this connection is common knowledge, but I was recently reading the transcript of a 1965 Dylan press conference (something I do), and during the conference, someone asks Dylan, “If you were to sell out to commercial interests, which one would you choose?”
He quips, “Ladies garments.”
Fast forward 30+ years, and Dylan actually does it, appearing in a commercial for Victoria’s Secret. I remember thinking at the time what a bizarre and weird move that was. Now, knowing that it was perhaps all an elaborate inside joke, it’s pretty hilarious.
Of course someone has made a youtube video putting the two clips together, so here you go.
Here are my favorite moments from a new, lengthy Bob Dylan interview by VH1’s senior VP Bill Flanagan:
What do you think of the Stones?
What do I think of them? They’re pretty much finished, aren’t they?
They had a gigantic tour last year. You call that finished?
Oh yeah, you mean Steel Wheels. I’m not saying they don’t keep going, but they need Bill. Without him they’re a funk band. They’ll be the real Rolling Stones when they get Bill back.
and
Funny thing about actors and that identity thing. Every time I run into Val Kilmer, I can’t help myself. I say, “Why, Johnny Ringo - you look like somebody just walked on your grave.” Val always says, “Bob, I’m not Johnny Ringo. That’s just a role I played in a movie.” He could be right, he could be wrong. I think he’s wrong but he says it in such a sincere way. You have to think he thinks he’s right.
and
Who are some of your favorite songwriters?
Buffett I guess. Lightfoot. Warren Zevon. Randy. John Prine. Guy Clark. Those kinds of writers.
So there you go, Dylan is a parrothead. Read the whole thing here.
This has already been posted by a few other folks, but the debut album by Hidden Ghost Balloon Ship is now available as a free download from Romantic Air Recordings. You should click here right now and enjoy it if you haven’t already.
Hidden Ghost Balloon Ship is Suburban Sprawl alumnus Trevor Naud (Zoos of Berlin, PASCAL, ex-Red Shirt Brigade) playing various instruments and the talented LTD (PASCAL) laying down the beats. The album was made in a method similar to the EmNews songs for the Suburban Sprawl Holiday comps: First the drums are recorded without any specific song in mind, then Trevor takes those drums and manipulates them to fit whatever song he hears. Random fact: some of the beats on the record were recorded by LTD in a massive, empty warehouse.
As far as I know, the band has only played one live show to date, at last year’s Zombie Dance Party. When preparing for the performance, they realized they couldn’t reproduce their album live, so they debuted all new material. Here’s one song from that show that I taped on my camera. As you’ll see, the Zombie Dance Party is a costumed event. (I was dressed as Big Bird, in case you were wondering.)
