Jazz as a racist term? That’s rich. African-Americans provided the world with one of the most vibrant styles of music ever created. Almost immediately, musicians of every possible race and permutation have adopted it in a wonderful variance of ways, from Latin to Soviet. That someone of the musical caliber of Nicholas Payton can say something like this -

“Jazz is a lie. America is a lie … Playing Jazz is like running on a treadmill: you may break a sweat, but ultimately you ain’t going nowhere. I am Nicholas Payton and I don’t play ‘the j word.’ I play BAM (Black American Music).”

and not get called out on it immediately is rather sad. It’s also rather offensive, as Payton is trying to forcibly rip away the contributions of whites, latinos, Russians, Azeris, Norwegians, French, various African nationals, et cetera, of their roles in the development of the genre.

Read Victor Fiorillo’s article in full here, courtesy of the Philly Post.

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Sad news to report. Larry “Rhino” Reinhardt, founder of Iron Butterfly and Captain Beyond, two of the coolest bands the late sixties and early seventies respectively, passed away Monday due to complications from a respiratory infections. Reinhardt was 63.

Billy Cox of the Herald Tribune wrote an obituary on the late guitarist, which can be read here.

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An interesting article on the (ever so slight) resurgence of vinyl. The digital medium insures us that CDs won’t be missed, as it’s all “1s” and “0s,” and nothing more. Vinyl, for all its faults (and I’m no purist on the subject, vinyl sucks for audio purity of things like classical and microtonal music), deserves to be made available again. I’m simply happy to see big artwork again.

The Daily Telegraph’s article on the subject can be reached here.

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Many good people are working on their own alternatives to Amazon’s proposed locker service (Michael Robertson, for example), but it’s nice to see a heavyweight take on the music industry regarding lockers, places where one can store their music and access it at any location they wish to.  The music industry, record labels especially, will either have to get on board or watch their sales plummet due to continued piracy.  The rip-off game is stopping, whether they like it or not.

Billboard Magazine’s Ed Christman discusses the topic further here.

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Nekesa Mumbi Moody of MyWay News discusses the release of John Lennon’s final interview, for Rolling Stone Magazine, 30 years after its completion.

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In a case of absolute hypocrisy, Michael Robertson and MP3 Tunes makes the allegation that EMI, who breathe fire on upload services like Rapidshare, are using Rapidshare to to give away music themselves. Read the full article at P2P.net.

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Alex Ross touches on a subject dear to my heart. The heart of his argument rests here:

Once, these cultural untouchables were dismissed as charlatans – merchants of the "emperor’s new clothes", to employ a phrase that remains commonplace among unappreciative concertgoers. A New York Times editorial threw a "new clothes" insult at Marcel Duchamp’s Nude Descending a Staircase when it showed in 1913. The same conceit was trotted out in 1946 by a commentator who perceived no difference between a Picasso and a child’s drawing. TS Eliot’s The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock was cited for its "incoherent banalities". These days, you would draw puzzled stares if you announced at a dinner party that Pollock is a crock. But if you said the same of John Cage, you might get no argument.

Explanations for the abiding resistance to musical modernism have proliferated, their multiplicity suggesting that none quite holds the key. One theory holds that a preference for simple tonality is wired into the human brain. Attempts to test this proposition have produced ambiguous results. For example, a couple of studies suggest that infants prefer consonant to dissonant intervals. Yet infants hear tonal music almost from the moment of birth, and so have been conditioned to accept it as "natural". Moreover, visual arts research demonstrates that children prefer representational images to abstract ones. The 327,000 people who came to see bleak late Mark Rothko works at Tate Modern in 2008 and 2009 overcame that inclination; the same can happen with music.

There’s also a sociological explanation: because concert audiences are essentially trapped in their seats for a set period, they tend to reject unfamiliar work more readily than do gallery visitors, who can move about freely, confronting strange images at their own pace. Yet if the style of presentation conditioned the response, one would expect that dance, theatre and movie audiences would show the same revulsion toward novel ideas.

There is truth to parts of this argument. The other problem is that few people are ever taught to appreciate sound as well as music. It leads listeners to a state of confusion. For my ears, The Hafler Trio, Xenakis, Hank Williams and Johann Sebastian Bach all sound wonderful. That is simply because I was exposed to a wide palette of music. Though parents will not doubt not heed any of this, it would do them well to expose their children to different genres, and get them to appreciate sounds in the same way one appreciates the beauty of a horizon.

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The Japanese may not put out a lot of bands making original music (noise is a huge exception, though it barely qualifies as music), but once they latch on to a concept, they can get maximum value out of it. One of the better examples of this concept is Bi Kyo Ran.

During the first years of the band, they sounded like a King Crimson (‘Red’ era) cover band, albeit a very competent one. They had pretty much did a tribute album live (Madoromi Live Vol.4 is a good example of this trend)and seemed to be heading down this path until the release of their eponymous debut album in 1982. The vocal work by Kunio Suma and Masahide Shiratori took a shrill tone, as if Geddy Lee of Rush was making a bad attempt at singing in Japanese. Harsh, certainly, but very effective for a music filled with brutal time changes.

Their next album, Parallax, was more spacious, and showcased the band becoming a bit more experimental with their sound, but it wasn’t until Go-Un finally set the band in a different light in 1995. Go-Un kept the King Crimson-isms to only a few, and added elements of zeuhl (a la Magma) and even Fela Kuti. Fela’s name may seem slightly out-of-place among progressive rock enthusiasts, but if you’ve ever had the chance to witness the cacophony that man was able to create, it would leave beyond a shadow of a doubt that the African giant could easily hold his own playing prog. The track Omoi-ire showcases a brutal brass section and wild vocals and chorus, which you can listen to here:

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My brother and I had the good fortune to have an excellent college radio station near us when we were in our early twenties in the Inland Empire. KSPC 88.7 FM was known for playing some pretty far out music, but this particular track blew me out of the water. I had just begun hearing of the New Zealand indie rock scene, and was developing a taste for the primitive, lo-fi screechings of Roy Montgomery, but actually hearing this muffled, pounding, pulsating headache posing as music did more than pique my interest.

My brother gets credit for hearing it first, as he, too, is a man of good muscial taste, but once I wrapped my brain around the experience of being clobbered by Dadamah, I tore up Rhino Records in Claremont trying to find anything I could by the band. As luck would have it, they did have a copy of the ‘Nicotine/High Time‘ 7-inch which the host played, and I proceeded to play the poor thing until it damn near became transparent. Kranky Records saved any more wear-and-tear on my record player by having the good sense to release a full album by the band, ‘This Is Not A Dream,’ and I duly purchased that as well. Sadly, that was the end of the line for Dadamah, though they continued in various guises, and from what I hear, Roy Montgomery is still playing guitar (and quite beautifully now, I might add).

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Mike McGonigal of Pitchfork Magazine pays heavy tribute to Boston’s shoegazer-eqsue legends, the inimitable Galaxie 500.

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