March 15, 2018

Qs & As

"Caravaggio was a murderer, and maybe even a bad person. But I only want to look at some paintings, not marry the guy..."

I am interviewed by Articulate.

Posted by Dr. Frank at 11:23 PM

March 14, 2018

World Famous in Berkeley: minor secrets of "Surfin' Cows" revealed!!!

"Surfin' Cows" was one of three cow-themed (or rather, cow-named) surfy instrumentals from Jon von's old Boston band the Sacred Cows, brought with him when he headed out to California after college. The others were "Skatin' Cows" (which wound up on the Night Shift album the year following this) and "Hang 4" (get it?) which I don't believe we ever recorded but which we used to play all the time in The Early Years. Sometimes we'd play all three in a row in fact, because Alex the drummer liked playing them and was the guy who started them out, so he'd charge into them serially and there was nothing we could do but play along. I suspect that may have been too much of a good thing all at once for our sparse audiences but it was by no means the only thing we did that was probably too much of a good thing for them.

We, shall we say, "challenged" our audiences in all sorts of ways. Like good, standard-issue "punk rockers" we were offensive inadvertently or on purpose, but mostly somewhere in between the two.

The fact that a song from an early 80s Boston punk band wound up on a little home-made record that people still remember over 30 years later, by a band named after the star of the A-Team that is still playing is about as unlikely as unlikely gets. I knew Jon from KALX radio and from Disorder Records, which was a little mail order record business Jon did as a sort of hobby: he'd put an ad in MRR listing the punk and hardcore records available from Rough Trade, people would send in orders, our buddy Max would pick them up at Rough Trade, and then Jon and Kenny Kaos and I would meet up once a week to pack the orders and drink beers. I had a sort of "band" at the time (which I was calling The Visine Eye, in my head and on the cassette recordings we'd sometimes make) with no ambitions beyond personal, imaginary, momentary glory at occasional "practices" in our drummer's parents' basement in Burlingame. Somehow Jon started coming to these -- I knew he was a member of this "band" when after the second practice he left his amp there.

Soon, somehow, to my not inconsiderable befuddlement, we were playing little shows we arranged ourselves and, a bit later, spending a weekend at the cheapest recording studio we could find and recording what would become this album. That was all Jon's doing. I was just standing there going: "wut?" I guess he'd figured out how to do that stuff in Boston with the Sacred Cows and just did it all again out west.

Result: the record "came out", and we became world famous in Berkeley.

I've got more to say about those early shows and the first recording sessions with Kevin Army, which I've been thinking a lot about recently because I've been trying to organize and inventory the mountain of tapes in my apartment and get a handle on what's there and what's missing. In the process I've come across lots of brain-jogging stuff. But that will have to wait for another "minor secrets" session.

I know nothing at all about the video other than that it was made by bass player Byron's neighbor (along with a similar one for "At Gilman Street" which I will minor secrets presently, Odin willing.) Pretty cool-looking though. And that isn't a bad guitar solo, really, for a guy who had no clue what he was doing.

I'm putting this on the "official and semi-official music videos" list because basically it's as semi-official as things get, so you can check them out here. And while you're at it, go to my youtube channel, subscribe, and like everything.

So, see ya next week on Wotan Wideo Wednesday.

Posted by Dr. Frank at 06:26 PM

Virtuality Is a Dream

"Virtual media’s greatest strength is also its biggest flaw: you can’t trip over it. Easily stored, easily forgotten." I teased this tweet out into a sort of essay about Show Business, records, music blogs, Platforms, archaeology, and "virtuality."

Posted by Dr. Frank at 06:24 PM

March 07, 2018

Minor Secrets of "What Difference Does It Make?" Revealed!

I did a brief informal poll about which song to "minor secrets of" today, and it was close but this beat "Surfin' Cows" by two votes. "Surfin' Cows" will have to wait for another Wodensdaeg.

So now it's back to Southampton, UK, in the Summer of '92.

I don't think we played this Smiths cover live too often, but it was no surprise to find it on this particular set. I remember it very well, in fact. Our off-kilter, borderline-insane version of this well-known song had preceded us across the Atlantic on the Milk Milk Lemonade album that had come out earlier that year and almost as soon as we arrived at the White Cliffs of Dover, people started shouting its title at us, which I first took as a sincere question (the answer to which, I agree, is none.) Eventually I realized it was a request. This shouting continued throughout the Southampton set till we finally played it at the end.

Well, people love covers, of course. They especially love ironic, or sarcastic, covers, which this wasn't quite, but I can certainly understand why it would be taken that way. There's a further element here, though, in re the reception of this song in Southampton because, as it turns out, Smiths' singer Morrissey was most known to this crowd as (a) a guy who carried daffodils around with him wherever he went; and (b) a guy who always took his shirt off. Well, then that explained the daffodils everybody was waving at us and why people kept asking when I was going to take my shirt off, both of which had been dead baffling till it had been explained after the fact.

It also explains the behavior of the crowd when this song did get played. (Well, it explains it as well as anything could.) When the song began, the guys in the room engaged in the following ritual: they lifted up their shirts and massaged each other’s nipple area while dancing around maniaclly (and their girlfriends looked on with rueful, jaded resignation.) You can see a bit of it at the beginning of the clip, where one of them climbed on the stage and another one just… you know, got to second base with him. Just imagine looking out and seeing a bouncing crowd of a couple of dozen people doing this.

I love it when people get into the spirit of things.

Now as to the song itself, recording it for the album was a pretty weird thing to do. I mentioned that it wasn't "quite" ironic or sarcastic as such a cover might have been, and that's perfectly true. It's a great song that I loved at the time as I do now. As an appropriated anthem of crippling social and emotional reserve with an explosive, unarticulated subtext I can relate to it very strongly and it was deliberately selected to fit the pointedly unarticulated theme of that weird album. However, there's something inherently ironic and off-kilter about a band like us even attempting to do such a thing so that element is there, desired or not. And there are supremely screwy things about that recording, beyond the overall sonic weirdness that makes that album so peculiar, such as the "Crazy Train" riff somehow sneaking into the final chorus. Why on earth? And what difference does it make? Less than zero, I'm sure. We were all but insane in those days, especially me.

One final note: the credits to the MML album, done by Jon von, credit the song to "Frank's brother, Morrissey Smif" and maybe that had something to do with the OTT Morrissey-ish welcome we got in the UK on that tour. I no longer remember the basis for this joke (maybe it was my general air of morose narcissism; or maybe it was just the hair.) But like so many such things, it took on a life of its own to a degree and I still get asked occasionally if there's any truth to it. And: there is none.

Posted by Dr. Frank at 11:42 PM

March 05, 2018

Minor secrets of "Cinthya (with a Y)" revealed!

I used to be a pretty scrupulously youtube-only guy, but, well, there's been some trouble in the relationship (long story, faults on both sides, etc.) and while we're not breaking up, I'm not getting any younger and in the absence of any signal of reciprocal loyalty from them, I've decided to start seeing other platforms, on a trial basis. Youtube is still the best, most reliable and solid way to post and share video, and I will always love it dearly, but the incentives that used to be in place that encouraged exclusivity no longer exist. It's sad, but these things happen.

Facebook, on the other hand, as we all know, is basically a dumpster fire. But just to see what would happen I uploaded a video there recently (the "You You You" one). I just did another one (if it works -- they don't make it easy... -- "Cinthya (with a Y)", just to try to make the MTX Facebook page look a little less ugly and awkward. And so, I suppose, (assuming it actually manages to upload and turns out to be visible) it's as good an occasion as any to add another "minor secrets of" write-up. So here it is, a bonus minor secrets post, as it were.

The bare bones of this song had been kicking around for quite some years before I decided tack them together and incorporate them into King Dork Approximately, the novel. We may even have tried to play some rudimentary version of it at some point back in the 90s -- if so, though, it was never more than a quarter-baked and couldn't have come together anywhere near as well as it did here. Of all the songs we've recorded, this recording and arrangement probably comes closest to the thing I heard in my head before being humblingly brought crashing to earth by the force of reality.

The idea of doing a song about teenage girls' "creative" re-spellings of their own names had been kicking around for many years, and I wrote the character Cinthya into the book King Dork Approximately mainly so I would be spurred finally to finish the song. It's got some good lines, and great rhymes, if I say it myself ("double M" / "trouble them" "double u" / "trouble you") but what really makes it work is the trick of casting it not as lazy ridicule of this cultural phenomenon as it might have been, but rather as a celebration of and apologia for it. That wasn't a feature of the original song, but once I started thinking of it that way everything kind of slid into place. I love it when that happens. Alizabeth or fight!

The review of KDATA referred to this material as "somewhere halfway between the Ramones and AC/DC" and built for Madison Square Garden sized crowds, a context in which it would never be played, which is certainly the case. But we sure do have fun playing it anyway.

I don't do a whole lot of actual guitar solos these days, but it's probably the one I'm most pleased with of the ones I have done.

Anyway, despite what I said at the beginning, my youtube channel is the best place to post and view all this stuff and I'm going to keep building it brick by excavated archival brick, and it would still help me out if you go there and subscribe, share, like, comment, etc.

Posted by Dr. Frank at 06:25 PM

Minor Secrets the Mr. T Experience Revealed #2

The second aggregation of videos and song write-ups, re-edited with links and pics as before, may be found here. #1 is here.

Posted by Dr. Frank at 06:20 PM

March 02, 2018

So, you know I'm Polish on my mother's side...

And the Poles really get no respect in this country.

I went into this place and ordered a Polish sausage, and the guy said: "oh, you must be Polish." And I was a little offended at that.

I mean, just because I want a Polish sausage I have to be Polish? What about if I ordered French toast, would you say I must be French? Or if I ordered Italian spaghetti would you say, well this guy's gotta be Italian? Why would you say a thing like that?

And he said, well, for one thing, this is a hardware store.

Posted by Dr. Frank at 07:58 PM

March 01, 2018

John Waters, the Lusty Lady, and Me

[A version of this post that includes the pictures referenced may be viewed here. While this blog limps along and I'm trying to organize a solution for the future, I'm still attempting to register significant posts here so I can keep track of them when that time comes. And who knows, maybe there are still some people who check this blog for the same reason, and if so this post is for you. As I've explained, I probably won't be posting any new images here or linking when I post an image elsewhere (go here if you want to see those, but when there's enough commentary to warrant archiving it, as in the present case, this is the best way I can think to handle it for the time being -- ed.]

THE WAY WE USED TO LOOK LIKE: I know John Waters only slightly, through our mutual friend Ian Brennan. This photo was taken after the three of us had had dinner at the nice Italian family restaurant across the street from the Lusty Lady (can’t recall the name of the restaurant now, nor do I know if it’s still there; the Lusty Lady is, sadly, no longer with us.)

After dinner when we were doing the stand around talking before going our separate ways thing, Ian noticed the two of us standing in front of the nude dancing neon, recognized it would be a good photo, and snapped this shot. (It would be a better story, perhaps, if I said we’d been in the quarter booths at the LL, but that simply was not the case: go ahead and think that if you want, though.)

John Waters is really impressive, just as funny and entertaining in person as in his art, and also a very warm person, and the conversations I’ve had with him have been enthralling, hilarious, and largely unprintable: he wouldn’t stand a chance in our current Age of Intolerance so we’re all lucky he achieved icon status before everyone started twitch hunting everyone else for various kinds of impropriety. As icons go, he’s unassailable, a kind of saint of trash, God bless him.

During the dinner, no fewer than four young ladies came up to our table in awe, each delivering a semi-rehearsed encomium that included an account of her own life and how John Waters and his work had had an impact on it, had made her world a better place. This must happen to this guy all the time, and he knows how to handle it, and that is just to listen and say thanks warmly and graciously. He said it’s “part of the job”, and it is. (That’s what I try to do in those situations too, but I tend to be way more awkward about it.)

Anyway a good time was had by all, with no gradually lowering quarter screen in sight…

p.s. Here he is pretending to read Andromeda Klein. (Which you can get from Sounds Rad, if you want.)

[nb: my schedule calls for a story on Monday and an “old pic or other item from the archives”.. I started typing this as a caption for the pic in its capacity as “old” and “from the archives” and it went long and turned into a sort of story, so I put it here, off schedule. This sticking to the schedule discipline isn’t going so well, is it? — ed.]

Posted by Dr. Frank at 04:16 PM