Showing posts with label neil young. Show all posts
Showing posts with label neil young. Show all posts

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Outsidelands, SF: Sights and Sounds (day one)


Catching up with the craziest of months...this is the second of three festivals in that span.  Golden Gate Park in San Francisco proved to be a stellar place for Outsidelands-lots of grass and trees, plenty of room, and no fear whatsoever of that overwhelming Coachella sunshine sneaking out and biting you.
Fog was the word for day one, with the sun never really gaining purchase throughout the day, rendering sunglasses as a needless affectation.  The setup was four stages, with two tents interspersed, covering a nice chunk of real estate.  Unlike the more compact Coachella setup, this one demanded a lot of hiking if your tastes were random.  The plus side was the lack of noise bleed between the stages-a major consideration when one is booking Metallica and Sigur Ros to overlap.  Being San Francisco, the food was top notch, the best the Bay Area has to offer, and firmly above any other fest i've attended.  Vendors were scattered throughout, and the wooded trail between the two largest stages was dubbed Chocoland! (Cue Homer Simpson drooling...)  With Winelands and Beerlands both in effect, it really took the entire weekend to get to the bottom of things.

Friday was high intensity, and made for a lot of mileage roaming stage to stage.  White Denim was a nice noisy way to start the weekend, and if day one had a predominant theme, for me it was Brass, and lots of it.  From the seminal New Orleans outfit, the Dirty Dozen Brass Band, to NYC's Afro-fusion heavyweights, Antibalas to L.A.'s Fitz and the Tantrums, there were horns every which way.  Early on, Sharon Van Etten gave a set that would stand up with anyone by the end of the festival, alternating hushed confessionals and flat out rockers.  Two Gallants got a rousing reception from their hometown crowd, and taking the opportunity to throw out chunks of their brand new LP.  Tennis sparked some warmth from the depths of their down coats, and The Walkmen kept the faith with a large crowd at the Sutro Stage.

Afternoon found the main stage littered with acts that could have headlined the day, such was the abundance of talent on opening day.  Both Beck and the Foo Fighters could have headlined the day, if not for Neil Young and Crazy Horse at the top of the bill.  Beck brought one of the day's more touching moments, recalling that his first time at Golden Gate Park was brought about by Adam (MCA) Yauch of the Beastie Boys, who tapped Beck for a spot in the Tibetan Freedom concert.  Beck then dedicated "Lost Cause" to MCA, and went on to cover Neil's "After The Gold Rush".  Foo Fighters provided rock and roll bridge to the evening, cutting through the looming fog with an intense set.  Justice siphoned off the hipsters for late night dancing fun, but center stage belonged to Neil Young, together again with Crazy Horse, and they wasted no time in upholding the tradition of doing whatever the hell Neil felt like.  Opening with an extended "Love And Only Love" from Ragged Glory, the Horse took control, and Neil didn't even hit the first verse until eight minutes in.  After scaring off the lightweights, he dove into a searing version of "Powderfinger", a highlight of the set.  He also made room for songs from an upcoming album with Crazy Horse, due in October.  Knowing his audience, the perfect closer was "Roll Another Number".  And with that, Outsidelands was off to an auspicious start.
White Denim
White Denim
Dirty Dozen Brass Band

Dirty Dozen Brass Band

Dirty Dozen Brass Band

Dirty Dozen Brass Band

Sharon Van Etten

Sharon Van Etten

Sharon Van Etten

Sharon Van Etten
Two Gallants

Two Gallants

Fitz and the Tantrums

Fitz and the Tantrums

Fitz and the Tantrums
The Walkmen

The Walkmen

Tennis

Tennis

Beck

Beck

Smokey Hormel (Beck)


Antibalas

Antibalas

Antibalas

Antibalas

Antibalas

Foo Fighters

Neil Young and Crazy Horse

Neil Young and Crazy Horse

Justice







Saturday, June 11, 2011

Buffalo Springfield Rides Again...

Giving power to the phrase 'never say never', after much weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth, the passing of two members, and 45 years of water under the bridge, it was with both heady excitement and blind fear that I awaited the return of Buffalo Springfield.

They clocked in for two nights at the Santa Barbara County Bowl this week, in the midst of a handful of California warm up dates, setting the stage for an appearance at Bonnaroo this weekend.

I studiously avoided anything in the way of reviews; figuring just to play it out and hope for the best. Knowing the involvement of Neil Young, a certain amount of faith could be invested that a) the process would not be easy, and b) that his quality control would be in effect. Which ultimately turned out to be the case...the man seems very vested in every part of his legacy, and not only was the Springfield crown brushed off, but one would say burnished. The band only lasted '66-'68 and managed a few records before imploding into acrimony, and never had the advantage of playing shows where the technology matched the talent...

So, this was what had to be put right, and the answer turned out to be a resounding 'Exceeds Expectations'. Like the Pixies reunion, it was driven not wholly by money, or new material, but a chance to shine a light on an unjustly overlooked band, as the setlist reaffirmed. Not only that, but it was done the right way, giving out star turns to the players, but keeping the entire night focused on the unit. The big takeaway was the indelible tightness of the players. In just their sixth official show since returning, the tone was set early on, from the emotionally charged opener "On The Way Home", they slid into "Rock and Roll Woman", Steven Stills and Young trading off solos like it was yesterday, as Neil gruffly observed between songs: "We come from the Past..."

The setlist was well chosen, giving everyone a spotlight, and they made the most of it, from Richie Furay turning "Kind Woman" into a sublime tribute to his 40+ year marriage, to Steven Stills masterwork "For What It's Worth", where his tattered growl showed it's age, but aged like good whiskey. Stills' finest moments might have been when he donned a solid body Gibson and added delicate tonal colorings to the songs. Seeing the songs played gave lie to everyone's subsequent individual celebrity and reinforced the greatness of the band.

As for Neil, two things I never thought I'd see or hear: #1) Neil genuinely laughing & joking onstage, just generally having a blast...and #2) a beautifully arranged version of "Broken Arrow". Wow.

Opening the evening were Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, now with a few shows under their belt after a long hiatus, and they stepped up their game to the big stage. Unfortunately, as an opener, they were treated to the typical Santa Barbara apathy/hospitality, the audience looking to be about 70/30 yakking/engaged. They stepped out in the Nudie suits reserved for special occasions, and battled through a set of the highlights of their catalogue, and near the end, the normally unflappable Rawlings was even moved to observe audibly that: "There's a whole lot of time between the bands to talk..." After the set closer, "Revelator", they still had some time, and had the sound crew amp up the reverb, and pitched headlong into a noisy cover of Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit", thoroughly drowning out intended conversations...Which, ironically, earned them a standing ovation from the pit in front of the stage, most of whom had spent the show talking...Hmmm.

Programming note: lack of supporting media with this screed will be explained by the humble sign. My guess is that the shows were being recorded, as another sign stressed that after the show started, no one would be seated for two songs, and then only in between songs. For the main event, it certainly brought a hall ambiance to the great outdoors, and people, for the most part, complied with the cell phone photo restrictions.

It was a night to remember for all, and apparently the experiment worked, because word has come down that they'll be adding more dates in the fall. It's so nice to have them back, and I'm looking forward to reading about their reception at Bonnaroo.
  1. On the Way Home
  2. Rock & Roll Woman
  3. Burned
  4. .A Child's Claim to Fame
  5. Do I Have to Come Right Out and Say It
  6. Go and Say Goodbye
  7. I Am a Child
  8. Hot Dusty Roads
  9. Kind Woman
  10. Mr. Soul
  11. Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing
  12. Everybody's Wrong
  13. My Kind of Love
  14. Sad Memory
  15. Bluebird
  16. (encore) Broken Arrow
  17. For What It's Worth
  18. Rockin' In The Free World

Sunday, March 15, 2009

'world keeps turning...'

Interesting coincidences...what would have been the first post of this blog, that for time reasons just stayed buried in the notes, will now see the light of day. And what brought it to light was the surprise re.emergence of a retired band, Australia's Midnight Oil, who saw fit to give it another go in Melbourne, in support of relief efforts for the horrendous fires recently. With Mr. Garrett occupied with his cabinet level position in Australia, it was truly nice to see the boys back in business, and for a cause we here on this coast can truly appreciate. Don't be fooled by the ultra.clean production work on their later LP's, let history note that this was the 2nd loudest band i have ever seen in my life!

As the sun bursts through the rainy season (all of February, and badly needed!), the transition is in place to: Fire Season...pretty much until October. Been very lucky, dodging fires at home & work the last two consecutive years...here's hoping the streak continues...

This dates back to summer, 2008:
The Gap Fire sprung fast from near a gun club, spewing out hard and hot north of the freeway, quickly threatening suburbs still twitchy from the Painted Cave fire, more than fifteen years previous. In just two days, it was thieving headlines from Big Sur, and ever Der Arnold has stepped up to respect, paying us a visit when there are no more chips on the table electorally….very impressive. Sometimes you have to give credit where it’s due, and he’s all of a man on this one.

One voice, however, is recurring…every time I drive the outskirts of the blaze, it intrudes on my consciousness, no matter what else is playing, however loud. High pitched and lonesome, like the hills engulfed…it merges with that particular quality of light and haze, my breathing inhibited as much by the lines that spring to mind as the air itself.

‘World is turning…hope it don't turn away"
NEIL YOUNG: 'On The Beach' 1974

Monday, February 16, 2009

Putting the P in Presidents' Day!

For a weeks & weeks now, I've been obsessed with a record(s), (go figure), and it took this actual day to deadline me & force action, and quite frankly, come to grips with this monster. I have been working my way through a magnificent mess of a box set entitled: 'Of Great & Mortal Men: 43 Songs About 43 Presidents'.

The brainchild of Christian Keefer, Matthew Gerkin, and Jefferson Pitcher, (featuring many special guests), it comes off like a hellish combination of Sufjan Stevens', (no relation to Eric), Indie Baroque tunesmithery and Sarah Vowell's offbeat historical eye, perhaps the record she always dreamed of making. What it reminded me of on first listen was an overlooked Neil Young song from the mid 70's, "Campaigner".

I was won over from the snarky sensibility of the first song, (Mr. Washington, of course), and the perspective of him looking back over his achievements and sighing ruefully the line "And those dumb.asses believed me". A more fitting comment on the haphazard founding of this nation I cannot conceive. As a taste, check out Erik Werner's incredible video for this track...



The tone varies throughout, and it's fascinating to match up the nuggets we've retained from school with more in.depth research. I came to grips with the more recent presidents first, then worked into the ones I knew tidbits about, and finally have just immersed myself in the whole bleeding thing.

Highlights so far: believe it or not, the Ronald Reagan & LBJ songs really humanize their subjects, the guitar solo at the end of Nixon shreds, James Madison is hilarious, Hoover & Andrew Jackson (w/an assist from Califone) are heartbreaking, Zachary Taylor could be a great lost Wilco song, and i keep going back to Eisenhower, my dark horse favorite so far. For those of us who can't travel to every Presidential library, and for those presidents who don't yet have libraries...let this be a beginning.

Burning question one: Does Grover Cleveland really merit two tunes? Too bad, deal with it.
Burning question two: What about the newest member of the club?

Bottom line time: any record that can get you to walk around singing about the Sherman Antitrust Act is indeed a record to be reckoned with...