Taking Ridiculous Chances |
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Tearing myself away
from the wonders of Pandora’s Box for a wee while, I was perusing
the periodicals that profess to keep the flame burning for music in some
of its myriad forms. Usually that alone is enough to send me heading
for the hills. With, of course, the honourable exception of checking
out what soul selections Lois Wilson is rightly recommending. This month,
however, I was highly surprised to see, hidden among the thousandth exclusive
Kate Bush interview, a wonderful article on Ambrose Campbell of the West
African Rhythm Brothers, stars of the recent London Is The Place
For Me 2 set. The article was put together by the great Val Wilmer;
the journalist, photographer, and living legend who has made a very unique
contribution to the worlds of jazz and blues. Elsewhere in the monthlies the Nightingales seem to have gained great reviews for the salvaged In The Good Old Country Way set. One trouble is that the Mojo review starts with the absurd sentence: “Alongside anti-Thatcherite bluesmen The Three Johns and The Membranes’ freeform hubbub, the Nightingales made up one third of every self-respecting mid-80s UK fanzine editor’s holy noise trinity.” Heaven help us! It’s no wonder I have no recollection of this record ever existing. And having at last listened to it, I would have been quite happy to remain oblivious. The Nightingales by that stage of their career provided plenty of reasons to seek one’s pleasures in more savoury quarters. I just end up thinking about real ale, and that’s not good. But it does raise interesting questions about how some things register on the consciousness, and others completely pass us by. I may have mentioned before that I am lucky enough to have a local charity shop that seems to get loads of odd promos and review CDs. They’re not exactly cheap, but they’re cheap enough to take a chance on every now and then. And I tend to take a chance on some things that I would never have ordinarily caught up with. Like, for instance, recent hauls have included records by Six Organs of Admittance, Sabrina Malheiros, Fursaxa, Terri Walker, Jim Noir and Edan. All of these are great and rather varied reasons to aver that it ain't so bad being alive in '05. Some are better than others! Some drone on a bit, or are a bit patchy. Some like the bedroom baroque pop symphonies of Jim Noir and the daisy age delights of Edan are absolutely wonderful (and have a surprising amount of soft pop/psych tendencies in common), showing that it does pay to take a chance. And I only get to see what’s on offer there once in a while, whereas others get to rummage more often and hopefully take more ridiculous chances. |
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Talking of lucky breaks, this week I was lucky enough
to receive a couple of packages from Sweden. One contained the latest in
the series of Feber compilations.
This was Andres Lokko’s Folk collection to complement his earlier essential Northern
and Modern Soul set. And it’s something special. You’ll have your views on folk.
Perhaps like me you’ll be appalled by the gibberish people like David Keenan
churn out in The
Wire about the new weird America and free folk. Perhaps like me you’ll
think Devendra Banhart and his mates are unintentionally hilarious. Perhaps like
me you stumbled across a cache of old Brit folk a long long time ago and found
LPs by C.O.B. and Mr Fox and Trees for next-to-nothing, and fell in love with
the strange magic being produced in the UK in the late 60s/early 70s. Perhaps
like me you were fortunate enough to be told that if you like Tracey Thorn you’ll
love the works of Bridget St John. Perhaps you were able to join the dots between
the Raincoats and Fairport Convention. Perhaps you’ve loved some of the things
the Fence Collective were doing for the fun of it. Perhaps you just love beautiful
music. Then if so, you need to find a way to get hold of this collection. It
contains lots of moments of magic new to me (Gary Farr’s 'Don’t Know Why You
Bother Child' has bowled me over), some of my all-time spiritual favourites (C.O.B.’s
'Spirit of Love' is reason enough to stay alive), and some brave decisions (it’s
easy to dismiss Lindisfarne’s 'Meet Me On The Corner' as an overfamiliar afternoon
delight on the radio, but it’s glorious). It’s so beautiful I can see I’ll be
kept busy copying it for everyone I love. Andres is also one of the creative forces behind the This Is Our Music series, which is aired on Swedish national TV and MTV Nordic, and may even be caught in more places if you know your way around the digital networks better than I. Anyway, the shows that I have been lucky enough to see are wonderful, especially the one on Tenniscoats, and the Chicago one that features The Sea and Cake. The latest (third) series will I am sure become better known for its documentary on Dan Treacy and the Television Personalities. It’s perhaps the most unsettling and moving piece of film I’ve seen for a long, long time, and indeed an incredibly brave move for a fan of the TVPs to put together and put out. It just left me drained. I’ve never been the world’s biggest TVPs fan, but I acknowledge that Dan has written some incredibly beautiful and moving songs, and it’s just so sad that he (and too many other great talents) have this strange self-destructive side. Sometimes I just thank god or whatever that my only addiction is to the music these very special people and many others less gifted provide for us, or that we demand from them. And that maybe brings us full circle to the story of Lulu and Pandora’s Box. © 2005 John Carney |