Showing posts with label The Clash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Clash. Show all posts
"Clash City Rockers" by the Clash
"Clash City Rockers", The Clash, The Clash
When I listen to "Clash City Rockers" words like brilliant, mystical, and dynamic do not come to mind, as they did with nearly every Led Zeppelin song I reviewed. But it brings something different to the table - this relentless fury and power, which nobody articulates like the Clash did. Though I use words like fury and power, I resist using the word anger. Sure, the Clash got angry... Just listen to the way Joe Strummer nearly spits the lyrics at you, with a bit of disgust and bouts of angst. But they were also the guys who said, "Let fury have the hour. Anger can be power. You know that you can use it?" "Clash City Rockers" encourages one to get up! Move forward! Move the town to the Clash City Rockers! Don't accept defeat, keep going!
For the most part, the dominating in-your-face riffs of the Clash's first album aren't my favorite sounds from the band. They are riffs that have been done a hundred times over, but the Clash do put their spin on it. Mick Jones is already on it with his punctuating backing vocals, which were continuous perks to Clash records until Jones was sacked. Everything is already being churned out with intensity, as the notes from each instrument resonate with the sheer impact of a punch in the face. Nothing magnificent is going on technically (Jones' solo is very early George Harrison - a fledgling), but its exciting! You don't need endless skill to produce something thrilling. My favorite part comes as the guitar slithers towards the end. The sound is rude and scathing - as they declare, "Rock! Rock! Clash city rockers!" That's always been the savior of "Clash City Rockers" for me. That's what made it stand out and enjoy heavy rotation in my realm.
As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field, my eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees.
I feel as though I've been an absent blogger. This will possibly continue until the semester is up in two weeks. I can't wait to win back my sanity. Until then... Here's what is currently spinning in my world:
I made a playlist on the eve of my birthday. It was compiled of 200+ songs that were the kind that you MUST be cheerful to. It was rather spectacular. Since then, I've been cutting down the playlist little by little, leaving only the very best songs. Its now at roughly seventy songs. Here's that and a little more...
B.B. King
My little brother, of eleven years old, did not know of B.B. King. I guess it was rather unfathomable to me that the name didn't even ring a bell. After all, this is the same boy who stole my copy of The Catcher in the Rye, whose favorite Beatles song is "Glass Onion", knows his Humphrey Bogart from his Jimmy Stewart, counts Audrey Hepburn as the sexiest lady of all time, bonds with his school teachers over his expansive knowledge of Led Zeppelin's catalog, and can even spot a Joni Mitchell tune. As I'm sure that last sentence entails, we're very close, and my cultural junkie-ism has certainly rubbed off. I like to quiz him on whatever I'm listening to, making sure he can identify artist and perhaps song title. As I played Who's Next this afternoon, he seemed genuinely displeased at my asking. He couldn't believe I would doubt his Who knowledge. He replied, "WHO DO YOU THINK? The Who!" Proud as a peacock. Anyway, B.B. King. I gave him a quick run-down of B.B.'s rich history, and played him my very favorite: "How Blue Can You Get?" A thunderous live rendition, dating from who-knows-when, B.B. belts and wails with admirable intensity. "I gave you seven children and now you wanna to give 'em back!" A classic.
A handful of random Band tunes helped make up the playlist, and the two that remain are "King Harvest (Has Surely Come)" and "When I Paint My Masterpiece". As always, faultless vocal performances, along with the gritty flair of "King Harvest" and the wondrous, majestic air of "When I Paint My Masterpiece".
I've also been jamming on choice happy Beach Boys songs. SO obvious, yet so perfect: "God Only Knows" and "Good Vibrations" Usually, I would skip such staple numbers, but NO SHAME. Perfect pop songs. Unfortunately, that isn't actually a theremin on "Good Vibrations" but I forgive.
Beatles for Sale, the Beatles
Incredible and underrated! This album was released in '64, REALLY? So brilliant, so early... It's vibrant and youthful, and effortlessly spreads a smile across my face. In particular I'm listening to "No Reply", "I'll Follow the Sun", "Mr. Moonlight", "Eight Days a Week", "Words of Love", "Every Little Thing", "I Don't Want to Spoil the Party", and "What You're Doing". Love love love.
Also, "Free as a Bird" and "Real Love" because I don't mind posthumous mash-ups at all. And "Within You Without You", which I can only do occasionally, because I was SO obsessed with this song long ago. As well as "I Feel Fine" for that happy factor.
Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley
Do I even need to explain? Bo Diddley brings me SUCH joy. When Bo Diddley comes on, I usually have to stop doing whatever I'm doing. I listen to Bo Diddley a lot when I'm traveling, curiously. From Buenos Aires to London, Bo and I are companions. He toured with the Clash, what brilliant festivities...
"Tomorrow Is a Long Time", Bob Dylan
I'm very insistent in being familiar with original versions of glorious covers. Said glorious cover: "Tomorrow Is a Long Time" by Rod Stewart, off the sun-coming-up-perfect Every Picture Tells a Story. I listened to Every Picture Tells a Story as I took a bath and sipped tea at 2AM last night. Its an album that I always must play twice. But... Bob Dylan! He penned the stunning "Tomorrow Is a Long Time" so as I said, I must become familiar. Still, when it comes to performance and delivery, Rod so obviously defeats Bob.
Hip Hug-Her, Booker T and the MGs
First, just scope the cover. I'm a little obsessed with it. But obviously, the music is also quite thrilling. Booker T and the MGs make me feel like I'm in some sort of movie, and I just want to act like a spy, with perfectly choreographed steps.
The Cars, The Cars
Yeeeesssss! I don't think I've ever met a person who doesn't like this album. Because its phenomenal! So catchy and fun -- a good time record if there ever was one. As "My Best Friend's Girl" comes on. Because you're urged to feel utterly silly and careless as you clap along, and zip about to the weird noises they conjure up. Happiness!
The Clash, obviously!
I've officially stopped listening to London Calling multiple times, every single day -- which suits me just fine. Now I'm weaning into more obscure Clash songs, and the obsession isn't so intense. Its nice, because it allows me to still enjoy them immensely, without getting burnt out. I've really been grooving to "Armagideon Time" and, to gel with the Booker T madness, their take on "Time is Tight". So I bought Black Market Clash on vinyl on my birthday, and we're quite happy. I'm also slowly continuing on my Sandinista! journey. I'm slowly acknowledging each track, as to fully devour the album. "The Magnificent Seven", "Somebody Got Murdered", "Charlie Don't Surf", and "One More Time" have stuck around, and I'm becoming familiar with "The Street Parade". But eeeeeeeee... I'm deeply and utterly obsessed with "Rebel Waltz". After the aforementioned 2AM bath, I sprawled across my bed and applied lotion in the dark, no light but the moonlight shining through my massive windows and lace curtains. "Rebel Waltz" played on repeat over and over, as the imagery came through boldly and I collapsed onto my pillow in a heap of immense affection for the music.
A bit o' Derek and the Dominos ("Anyday", "Tell the Truth", and the best of them all "Keep On Growing"), Dick Dale, Edith Piaf... And I'm still reeling with The Sun Sessions. And oh, the Everly Brothers! Faces, Fleetwood Mac ("Second Hand News", "Albatross"), a few favorites from George Harrison ("Wah-Wah", "What Is Life", "Awaiting on You All")...
Hoagy Carmichael!
I don't think I've ever touched on my serious obsession with Hoagy Carmichael. I've briefly mentioned my total affection for Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. One cannot understand my serious love for that dynamic couple. Their films (separate, but especially together) are my go-to comfort tool. And its through them that I became familiar with Mr. Carmichael. After viewing the luminous To Have and Have Not, my world opened up! I was in love with Humphrey Bogart, wanted to steal Lauren Bacall's wardrobe and husky voice, and was totally smitten with Hoagy Carmichael and his piaaaano. Ever since then, I've been sifting my way through Hoagy's massive songbook. An exciting adventure.
Jeff Beck... The deliciousness that is Blow by Blow (which I SWEAR I will write about one day...) and the magnificent cheesiness that is "Hi-Ho Silver Lining", the illuminating Joni Mitchell (Blue, Court and Spark, Ladies of the Canyon), Lola versus Powerman and the Moneygoround, Part One by the Kinks, Led Zeppelin... A beautiful selection made up of: "Travelling Riverside Blues", "The Rain Song", "Over the Hills and Far Away", "Black Mountain Side", "What Is and What Should Never Be", "Bron-Y-Aur Stomp", "In the Light", "Bron-Yr-Aur", and "Down by the Seaside". Its also worth mentioning that I also acquired the Led Zeppelin DVD on my birthday... FINALLY! Boners and glorious music spanning nearly their entire career. I will certainly get around to writing about this too...
"Tiger Rag", Les Paul and Mary Ford
!!! Have you HEARD this? A jazz standard that Les Paul and Mary Ford take to new realms. Ugggh, its WONDERFUL. At first I was a bit taken back by the circusesque element, but I've graduated to being totally enthralled. Because its still unmistakeably Les Paul, and ohhh, Mary Ford. Her vocals are nothing less than radiant. Such fun! "Here kitty kitty kitty, here pus pus pus! Kitty kitty kitty, kittY!" Then she proceeds to meow, all the while, the vocals are double-tracked. Pioneers, who always managed to keep it fun and lively.
Continuing with Little Feat, Lonnie Donegan, Louis Armstrong ("High Society Calypso" definitely keeps me happy), "Monday, Monday" by the Mamas and the Papas, Mott the Hoople...
Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, Outkast
Unexpected, right? But I would never absentmindedly exclude this record. Plus, its a CD collection staple. Its always a pleasure rummaging through someone's CD collection (because being a blatant music aficionado, I'm always in charge of selecting music), and being able to surprise people by saying, "Um, THIS." I must admit I'm way more into The Love Below, because I think Andre 3000 is a terrific song man. I got into an argument the day of my birthday, and was riddled with a bad mood. But as I drove to my birthday shindig, "Hey Ya" came on random and my bad mood was no more!
The Ramones, The Rolling Stones (Totally random selection of songs: "Factory Girl", "Sweet Black Angel", "2000 Man"), Slim Harpo, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, "Gimme Some Lovin'" by the Spencer Davis Group, of course! Its guaranteed happiness. The Temptations...
Toots and the Maytals
A wonderfully random but absolutely embraced obsession. Reggae makes me really happy, and Toots and the Maytals are my absolute favorite by way of reggae. (Though, my knowledge is just slowly expanding!) Reggae makes for a good time. 'Tis exactly why I skipped along London streets blasting The Harder They Come soundtrack. The opening sounds of "Sweet and Dandy" are perfection.
And finally, the Traveling Wilburys... No shame! And as mentioned, Who's Next.
I'm also savagely obsessed with banana milk, and salmon cream cheese. Though not together...
Lastly, thank you for the birthday emails! It was a strange day, indeed. But I got to eat thai food at my favorite little rock and roll-themed hole in the wall. (Where I gazed up at the Stones, the Clash, the Beatles, Led Zeppelin, et cetera, between bites of shrimp pad thai and sips of thai iced tea.) Tom Green AKA "What the fuck have you been doing lately?" was also dining there that evening. And the night concluded with a late night record store rendezvous, where I got the aforementioned Clash EP and Led Zeppelin DVD, as well as a funky poster for the UFO Club advertising the early days of Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin - Presence on vinyl, and the strange Stones rarity Jamming with Edward! K. Richards was MIA, so you get Bill Wyman, Charlie Watts, Mick Jagger, Nicky Hopkins, and Ry Cooder. I haven't gotten around to listening to it yet, but until then, I'm vaguely amused by the artwork.
Concrete writing coming soon, I swear! xo.
I made a playlist on the eve of my birthday. It was compiled of 200+ songs that were the kind that you MUST be cheerful to. It was rather spectacular. Since then, I've been cutting down the playlist little by little, leaving only the very best songs. Its now at roughly seventy songs. Here's that and a little more...
B.B. King
My little brother, of eleven years old, did not know of B.B. King. I guess it was rather unfathomable to me that the name didn't even ring a bell. After all, this is the same boy who stole my copy of The Catcher in the Rye, whose favorite Beatles song is "Glass Onion", knows his Humphrey Bogart from his Jimmy Stewart, counts Audrey Hepburn as the sexiest lady of all time, bonds with his school teachers over his expansive knowledge of Led Zeppelin's catalog, and can even spot a Joni Mitchell tune. As I'm sure that last sentence entails, we're very close, and my cultural junkie-ism has certainly rubbed off. I like to quiz him on whatever I'm listening to, making sure he can identify artist and perhaps song title. As I played Who's Next this afternoon, he seemed genuinely displeased at my asking. He couldn't believe I would doubt his Who knowledge. He replied, "WHO DO YOU THINK? The Who!" Proud as a peacock. Anyway, B.B. King. I gave him a quick run-down of B.B.'s rich history, and played him my very favorite: "How Blue Can You Get?" A thunderous live rendition, dating from who-knows-when, B.B. belts and wails with admirable intensity. "I gave you seven children and now you wanna to give 'em back!" A classic.
A handful of random Band tunes helped make up the playlist, and the two that remain are "King Harvest (Has Surely Come)" and "When I Paint My Masterpiece". As always, faultless vocal performances, along with the gritty flair of "King Harvest" and the wondrous, majestic air of "When I Paint My Masterpiece".
I've also been jamming on choice happy Beach Boys songs. SO obvious, yet so perfect: "God Only Knows" and "Good Vibrations" Usually, I would skip such staple numbers, but NO SHAME. Perfect pop songs. Unfortunately, that isn't actually a theremin on "Good Vibrations" but I forgive.
Beatles for Sale, the Beatles
Incredible and underrated! This album was released in '64, REALLY? So brilliant, so early... It's vibrant and youthful, and effortlessly spreads a smile across my face. In particular I'm listening to "No Reply", "I'll Follow the Sun", "Mr. Moonlight", "Eight Days a Week", "Words of Love", "Every Little Thing", "I Don't Want to Spoil the Party", and "What You're Doing". Love love love.
Also, "Free as a Bird" and "Real Love" because I don't mind posthumous mash-ups at all. And "Within You Without You", which I can only do occasionally, because I was SO obsessed with this song long ago. As well as "I Feel Fine" for that happy factor.
Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley
Do I even need to explain? Bo Diddley brings me SUCH joy. When Bo Diddley comes on, I usually have to stop doing whatever I'm doing. I listen to Bo Diddley a lot when I'm traveling, curiously. From Buenos Aires to London, Bo and I are companions. He toured with the Clash, what brilliant festivities...
"Tomorrow Is a Long Time", Bob Dylan
I'm very insistent in being familiar with original versions of glorious covers. Said glorious cover: "Tomorrow Is a Long Time" by Rod Stewart, off the sun-coming-up-perfect Every Picture Tells a Story. I listened to Every Picture Tells a Story as I took a bath and sipped tea at 2AM last night. Its an album that I always must play twice. But... Bob Dylan! He penned the stunning "Tomorrow Is a Long Time" so as I said, I must become familiar. Still, when it comes to performance and delivery, Rod so obviously defeats Bob.
Hip Hug-Her, Booker T and the MGs
First, just scope the cover. I'm a little obsessed with it. But obviously, the music is also quite thrilling. Booker T and the MGs make me feel like I'm in some sort of movie, and I just want to act like a spy, with perfectly choreographed steps.
The Cars, The Cars
Yeeeesssss! I don't think I've ever met a person who doesn't like this album. Because its phenomenal! So catchy and fun -- a good time record if there ever was one. As "My Best Friend's Girl" comes on. Because you're urged to feel utterly silly and careless as you clap along, and zip about to the weird noises they conjure up. Happiness!
The Clash, obviously!
I've officially stopped listening to London Calling multiple times, every single day -- which suits me just fine. Now I'm weaning into more obscure Clash songs, and the obsession isn't so intense. Its nice, because it allows me to still enjoy them immensely, without getting burnt out. I've really been grooving to "Armagideon Time" and, to gel with the Booker T madness, their take on "Time is Tight". So I bought Black Market Clash on vinyl on my birthday, and we're quite happy. I'm also slowly continuing on my Sandinista! journey. I'm slowly acknowledging each track, as to fully devour the album. "The Magnificent Seven", "Somebody Got Murdered", "Charlie Don't Surf", and "One More Time" have stuck around, and I'm becoming familiar with "The Street Parade". But eeeeeeeee... I'm deeply and utterly obsessed with "Rebel Waltz". After the aforementioned 2AM bath, I sprawled across my bed and applied lotion in the dark, no light but the moonlight shining through my massive windows and lace curtains. "Rebel Waltz" played on repeat over and over, as the imagery came through boldly and I collapsed onto my pillow in a heap of immense affection for the music.
A bit o' Derek and the Dominos ("Anyday", "Tell the Truth", and the best of them all "Keep On Growing"), Dick Dale, Edith Piaf... And I'm still reeling with The Sun Sessions. And oh, the Everly Brothers! Faces, Fleetwood Mac ("Second Hand News", "Albatross"), a few favorites from George Harrison ("Wah-Wah", "What Is Life", "Awaiting on You All")...
Hoagy Carmichael!
I don't think I've ever touched on my serious obsession with Hoagy Carmichael. I've briefly mentioned my total affection for Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. One cannot understand my serious love for that dynamic couple. Their films (separate, but especially together) are my go-to comfort tool. And its through them that I became familiar with Mr. Carmichael. After viewing the luminous To Have and Have Not, my world opened up! I was in love with Humphrey Bogart, wanted to steal Lauren Bacall's wardrobe and husky voice, and was totally smitten with Hoagy Carmichael and his piaaaano. Ever since then, I've been sifting my way through Hoagy's massive songbook. An exciting adventure.
Jeff Beck... The deliciousness that is Blow by Blow (which I SWEAR I will write about one day...) and the magnificent cheesiness that is "Hi-Ho Silver Lining", the illuminating Joni Mitchell (Blue, Court and Spark, Ladies of the Canyon), Lola versus Powerman and the Moneygoround, Part One by the Kinks, Led Zeppelin... A beautiful selection made up of: "Travelling Riverside Blues", "The Rain Song", "Over the Hills and Far Away", "Black Mountain Side", "What Is and What Should Never Be", "Bron-Y-Aur Stomp", "In the Light", "Bron-Yr-Aur", and "Down by the Seaside". Its also worth mentioning that I also acquired the Led Zeppelin DVD on my birthday... FINALLY! Boners and glorious music spanning nearly their entire career. I will certainly get around to writing about this too...
"Tiger Rag", Les Paul and Mary Ford
!!! Have you HEARD this? A jazz standard that Les Paul and Mary Ford take to new realms. Ugggh, its WONDERFUL. At first I was a bit taken back by the circusesque element, but I've graduated to being totally enthralled. Because its still unmistakeably Les Paul, and ohhh, Mary Ford. Her vocals are nothing less than radiant. Such fun! "Here kitty kitty kitty, here pus pus pus! Kitty kitty kitty, kittY!" Then she proceeds to meow, all the while, the vocals are double-tracked. Pioneers, who always managed to keep it fun and lively.
Continuing with Little Feat, Lonnie Donegan, Louis Armstrong ("High Society Calypso" definitely keeps me happy), "Monday, Monday" by the Mamas and the Papas, Mott the Hoople...
Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, Outkast
Unexpected, right? But I would never absentmindedly exclude this record. Plus, its a CD collection staple. Its always a pleasure rummaging through someone's CD collection (because being a blatant music aficionado, I'm always in charge of selecting music), and being able to surprise people by saying, "Um, THIS." I must admit I'm way more into The Love Below, because I think Andre 3000 is a terrific song man. I got into an argument the day of my birthday, and was riddled with a bad mood. But as I drove to my birthday shindig, "Hey Ya" came on random and my bad mood was no more!
The Ramones, The Rolling Stones (Totally random selection of songs: "Factory Girl", "Sweet Black Angel", "2000 Man"), Slim Harpo, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, "Gimme Some Lovin'" by the Spencer Davis Group, of course! Its guaranteed happiness. The Temptations...
Toots and the Maytals
A wonderfully random but absolutely embraced obsession. Reggae makes me really happy, and Toots and the Maytals are my absolute favorite by way of reggae. (Though, my knowledge is just slowly expanding!) Reggae makes for a good time. 'Tis exactly why I skipped along London streets blasting The Harder They Come soundtrack. The opening sounds of "Sweet and Dandy" are perfection.
And finally, the Traveling Wilburys... No shame! And as mentioned, Who's Next.
I'm also savagely obsessed with banana milk, and salmon cream cheese. Though not together...
Lastly, thank you for the birthday emails! It was a strange day, indeed. But I got to eat thai food at my favorite little rock and roll-themed hole in the wall. (Where I gazed up at the Stones, the Clash, the Beatles, Led Zeppelin, et cetera, between bites of shrimp pad thai and sips of thai iced tea.) Tom Green AKA "What the fuck have you been doing lately?" was also dining there that evening. And the night concluded with a late night record store rendezvous, where I got the aforementioned Clash EP and Led Zeppelin DVD, as well as a funky poster for the UFO Club advertising the early days of Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin - Presence on vinyl, and the strange Stones rarity Jamming with Edward! K. Richards was MIA, so you get Bill Wyman, Charlie Watts, Mick Jagger, Nicky Hopkins, and Ry Cooder. I haven't gotten around to listening to it yet, but until then, I'm vaguely amused by the artwork.
Concrete writing coming soon, I swear! xo.
The Clash: Evaluating Their Place in Rock and Roll History (And Deciding to Say "Fuck Everybody Else" and Open My Mind)
Anything you read about the Clash either proclaims them as utter heroes -- exciting, explosive, daring, and revolutionary. Or, men who have been over-excitedly labeled, and usually the question is asked, "How can anyone live up to that?"
Still, the thought of the Clash being so highly lauded leaves me a little dizzy. When I began my savage musical obsession with "The Only Band That Matters", I was surprised to read that they were thought of as so important. Yeah, I knew the Clash were regarded a pioneer punk band. But even my damn know-it-all self didn't know that London Calling was such a 'classic'. I thought they were remembered as just being another group from a exciting time musically, maybe a little above average. I had never even entertained the idea that they were regarded as one of rock and roll's most celebrated acts. Am I living in a bubble? Is that what their reputation is?
Maybe this idea never reached me because I've been spinning in my own world. A world where I am surrounded by people who are anxiously awaiting this Clash phase to be over. A world in which they are a 'footnote'. But as I sit here with "Charlie Don't Surf" on repeat (and I NEVER put singular tracks on repeat, it tends to be a bore), I've come to the conclusion, "Fuck everybody else, I love the Clash!"
Its a weird admission, because simply, I don't do punk. But they aren't just punk. Before I actually listened to the Clash, I closemindedly thought of them as a PUNK band, with little brains and faces of pubescents, lacking credibility. Well, maybe not. I don't think I ever thought about it so much, actually. What the words 'the Clash' bring to people's minds, and what it all actually is are two different things. You have to give it a chance to be able to figure it out, but if you're already convinced that they're an overrated punk band, well duh, you won't figure it out!
The Clash are one of the first bands that I've really been into that are SUCH a take it or leave it group. You either loathe them, adore them, or don't know enough to care. As such, saying you like the Clash can either provoke intense respect or strange stares.
Discovering the Clash has taught me that if you don't want to like something, you won't. If you have an open mind, you might dig what you find. So sometimes I feel a little foolish when somebody says (or thinks), "Why... are you listening to the Clash so much?" (The play counts on London Calling are exceeding one hundred, and I'm only slowly removing them from my playlist because I'd hate to overdo it and spoil the splendor!) But foolishness, schmoolishness. I've got an open mind, bitches!
Its also taught me that you can't judge ANYTHING until you try it. I'm officially done given poorly thought out judgments of bands (and everything, generally) that I think I don't like. So do it, ask me about Bruce Springsteen or U2. I'll say, "I don't know enough about them." I think Bono looks silly with his ever-present glasses (FUCKING TAKE THEM OFF!), but musically, I can only critique so much.
Even though this entire Clash phase has been a constant, everyday pleasure, it also brings forth the message: Who gives a shit about what people like? Or what people think about what you like? Not because of any philosophies Joe Strummer is humming in my ear, but because, that's just the plain truth. It isn't really anything the Clash are preaching in particular, I've just happen to come to this conclusion during this phase. Despite what I may have previously believed, musical tastes reflects nothing but... musical taste. ASTONISHING! Somebody's collection of music is not their entire character mapped out. Its just the albums they prefer.
I go through musical phases in two ways, usually: One being utter, encompassing obsession. This includes devouring as many books, films, albums, photos, Google searches, and Wikipedia entries as humanly possible. I'm gonna know when each damn album was released, what they went through to make it (i.e. foregoing royalties on Sandinista! to sell the triple-LP for a little above the price of one), and whatever other personal hoopla surrounded the little slab of plastic. Its either that, or a constant mash-up of wildly assorted artists. But within that pile, I'm just searching for the next artist to temporarily warp my world and allow me to entertain the idea of promoting them to 'all time favorites'.
As I bummed over the fact that everyone in the Clash is old/ugly/boring/doing coke with Kate Moss (or dead), I wondered, "Why is this provoking more bummage than the fact that say, half the Beatles are long gone?" BECAUSE, quite a bit of the Clash's allure is just that -- allure. They were young, and their whole get-up was, "We're just normal dudes!" They were the best damn dressed rock and roll band since the Stones, and they had that unwavering optimism. So yeah, the Clash didn't just rely on musical brilliance to cause a stir. I mean, I basically gave the Clash a try because Paul Simonon proved himself to be such a damn late Seventies babe, that I thought, "I can't JUST dig his style, that's too lame of me, I have to make something of the music!" The thought of being intrigued by his unabashed attractiveness, but knowing nothing about the Clash left me cold. It was either, remove that damn good photo from your desktop background or appreciate what it stands for. And victoriously, the background still stands! Had the Clash not tickled my fancy, then sayonara Paul Simonon looking so very striking alongside an immensely beaten up Pete Townshend. What I was initially getting at with this bit is that, whoaaaa, you don't always need crazy amazing musical talent exploding at every minute to have a decent band!
Here's what I do know: Even though I really revel in the fact that I could win endless battles of musical trivia... I mean, FUCK, I know random facts about every little thing. The other day I impressed somebody by knowing what YEAR Let It Be was released, and I just wanted to say, "Really? Would you like me to awe you with the fact that I could go on for HOURS giving you a detailed history of the Beatles and each of their respective lives, dating from boyish days in Liverpool, to at the very least the highlights of their individual solo careers?" (Ringo's history would stop in 1970, haaaaa.) I've read SO MUCH about rock and roll music that it definitely crosses over to ridiculousness. (Ridiculousness/awesomeness, that is.) But yeah, even though I find that all really amusing, I don't think any of it matters. Just because I know it, doesn't mean it matters. Its like in school when you think, "When am I EVER going to use this in life?!??!" Its just interesting tidbits of information. That's what rock and roll history is to me. The history only has so much to do with the music. I don't care what you fucking do with your personal life. Rock and roll stars aren't required to be geniuses. They aren't my heroes, or my idols. That would require them to be heroic, and for me to idolize them. Nay. That's probably a surprising thing to hear me say, because I'm the one who is constantly gushing about the musical brilliance of these people, and the transcendent feelings they provoke in me. But that IS what matters: the music! It doesn't matter what drugs you take, who you fuck, how you look, or where you come from... If you can play, and make me feel all sorts of foreign emotions, then that's what I'm after. I'm obsessed with music, not musicians.
As I listened to "Charlie Don't Surf", I thought, "I'll have this forever." You're capable of finding those gems in so many random places! If I hadn't insanely decided to listen to Rolling Stone's 500 Greatest Albums of All Time, then I would have never listened to London Calling. But it wasn't until I wanted to give London Calling a chance that I actually began to like it. The first time I listened to it, I dully sat, awaiting its end, focusing on anything but the music. Well obviously it didn't fucking register. Pay attention, be in tune! Those lucky numbers which make you effortlessly happy and instantly together, they're floating in mysterious locations!
It makes me want to listen to vastly different genres of music. Mystical and elusive artists that I know nothing about, but am taking a wild chance on because maybe they'll be my new obsession.
So where do the Clash sit historically? Are they important? Revolutionary? Influential?* The Only Band That Matters? Answer: It doesn't really matter. Those big titles don't mean anything to ANYBODY, really. The only thing that actually means anything is whether or not YOU dig it. As for me, I say, "Fuck everybody else, I love the Clash!"
* 'Influential' is a naughty word. It usually implies that they ejected a million little brats off their couches and provoked them to pick up guitars. NOW, what is rarely EVER taken into consideration is if those little brats aspired to anything decent. Sure, you've heard of them, but are they actually good? Influential could be a bad title, if they inspired a bunch of talentless fucks to clog up the stations. And thinking about it, nothing too mind-boggling followed in the vein of the Clash, so perhaps we'll eliminate the world 'influential' from my musical vocabulary. I never focus on who bands influence anyway, because it has little to do with the music.
Post script; Its strange that music journalism is mostly about trying to convince people that what you like (or dislike) is relevant. The job basically implies that people should give a damn about what you have to say about a specific album. I'm not trying to convince anyone, and frankly, the relevance of my opinion on a given piece of music ends with me. That's rather perplexing. I just want to write about it the best that I can, purely because I love it. Frankly, I always went after what other people liked, and now I realize, its bullshit. Go after what you like, and if you don't quite know what it is, wander aimlessly until you find it. You will.
Electric Eye: A Chat with Ross Halfin

To begin with, what impresses you, in general?
Nothing musically. Well I enjoy shooting someone like Chris Cornell who pays attention to what you ask him, and Slash. They know and they appreciate what I do for them, and I like them as people. I've known them a long time. And I see people like Chris Cornell, who has been through a lot, and he still has a very good sense of humor about it. I find that impressive. A lot of musicians don't have a sense of humor about themselves. Since the business has got more corporate, everyone takes it far too seriously. You know, at the end of the day, it's only about someone playing a piece of wood with strings attached. When you look at what goes on in the world, and really, its bullshit. So generally, I like dealing with people who respect what you do. Like Jeff Beck does, and Jimmy Page moans about it all the time, but I think he does in the long run. People like Chris Cornell do.
Who doesn't?
Um, a lot of American acts. Mostly American acts take themselves far too seriously. Since the age of the internet, particularly my website seems to upset a lot of people. Half the things I'm saying are tongue-in-cheek, and half are serious. A lot of people don't work with me purely over my website, but it shows you how shallow and pathetic they really are. If you read my website and you take it literally, you know, it shows you have no education, I think.
Would you say it's an accurate depiction of whom you are writing about though?
Yeah! I think my website is toned down! If actually wrote the truth, I wouldn't be able to work at all. Now everyone says to me, "Why don't you do a book?" People only want to read extreme fawning, or they want to read dirt in a book. If I wrote the truth, people wouldn't believe it -- because fans don't want to believe it. They have this kind of fake idea of who people are. Also, I would just be cut off completely. I have a hard enough time as it is! You know, I quite enjoyed Ginger Baker's book [Hellraiser, John Blake Publishing], but it was like memoirs of a grumpy old man. That's why I wanted to have it signed because I thought he'd die soon, and it'd be nice to have a signed book. The beginning of the book is really good, but then the later part -- all he's interested in is which cars he had and who he slept with.
You were talking about how your website gets you in trouble...
You make a joke, and the problem is, people cut and paste it and take it as literal fact. It goes everywhere, that's the problem with the internet.
Your website, specifically your diary, has helped make your name a bit well-known. Was the point of your website to amp your profile? If not, what is your motive behind the diary -- if any?
In this day and age, to sell photos.
So did you get into photography because you loved music?
Yes. I was an art college student, getting a Bachelor's art degree and I hated it, because it was full of Americans. I have a particular hatred for modern art, like Jackson Pollock. I went to art college and I thought it was rubbish! I became a photographer because I was a big Who fan. I'd see pictures of the Who and I'd think, "I can take a better picture than that." And that was what I did. I basically dropped out of art college, worked in a guitar store selling guitars, and I used to go to concerts and just take cameras in. Basically, I became a photographer like that. In a nutshell.
What is it that you loved about music that drew you into photography?
Just when you're young, when you're teenager, you think that's all that matters. I'd go and see the Who and think that was really what counted in the world -- which isn't, of course, true. But at the time, you really believe that, and you think that's of world importance. There was this thing that was "Name your top ten albums" and Pete Makowski over there said to me, "You should think about what you liked when you were sixteen, because when you were sixteen, you really thought that was important. You believed it was as important as life." At the time, I really loved the Who, I loved Led Zeppelin, the Faces -- they were like the Oasis of their day. I loved Mott the Hoople, Deep Purple, Nazareth, all those sorts of bands. I shot the punk scene, which was hugely overrated. Basically, a lot of it was rubbish. There were only two great bands and that was probably the Pistols and the Clash. It was just average. I listen to a far wider range of music now than I did when I was young. I like listening to soundtracks, which I would never listen to when I was young. My favorite soundtrack is The Thin Red Line or The Man Who Wasn't There. Both of them are very dark.
Who scored them?
I can't remember who did The Man Who Wasn't There, it was a friend of Billy Bob Thorton. [Carter Burwell.] Hans Zimmer was nominated for an Oscar for The Thin Red Line.
You helped start up Kerrang!, which remains a massive publication. Was that sort of thing ever an aspiration for you, and does it have any high regard to you now?
Its rubbish. It has no regard to me now. I think its embarrassing now, it's a child's magazine. I don't care about it, and at the time, really... They would pay me twice as much for a color picture as a black and white. But you know, I used to enjoy the bands at the time like UFO, Aerosmith, and Rush, all those sort of bands. But what it morphed into, when you start adding later bands like Gallows... No.
Right. I'm not into remotely new music at all, which is probably why I haven't gotten into Soundgarden.
Well you should go and play Soundgarden, Badmotorfinger. And even those last three Soundgarden albums are great. My favorite song is on The Basketball Diaries album, which is called "Blind Dogs."
So would you say you actively pursue rock photography or did you just kind of fall into it?
Fell into it, that's what I ended up doing when I left college. I was actually a painter originally.
How old were you when all of that started happening?
When I became eighteen and nineteen, not when I was fourteen. Like, Neil Zlozower -- he's a photographer, he was like fourteen. But he's slightly older than me.
When you see a band now -- whether it be an act you've seen plenty of times, or someone new -- do you find yourself floored by a live performance?
Yeah, but its been a long time since I saw a new band that I think are great. I think the Kings of Leon are great, I like them a lot. But actual brand new bands? I don't really see many. I don't really go to clubs. Why do I want to go to a club full of sixteen year olds? So I haven't seen a brand new band that I thought were amazing for years.
Then what bands that aren't brand new are still prominent live?
I like the Mars Volta a lot, I think they're very interesting as a band. I think they take it elsewhere, and they're really good, and I like working with them.
But I'm saying... Old people, come on!
Jeff Beck, Chris Cornell if you classify him as an old person, Mott the Hoople I think were amazing recently, Kings of Leon, Aerosmith are good when they're together -- without saying too much [laughs]. I saw Depeche Mode a few years ago, I'd never seen them, and I was surprised by how good they were. Rammstein, I really like live, just as a visual thing for entertainment. KISS, I enjoy as long as you aren't expecting too much and don't take it seriously, it's actually very enjoyable. I'll tell you who are great, Prodigy. They're amazing live.
What was the last album you listened to in its entirety?
Steve Miller, I bought an album called Rock Love, I can't work out whether it's a bootleg or not. One side is live and one side is studio, it's from '70, I think. [1971.] I thought that was really good for the time, I played it the other night all the way through -- twice!
What are your top five favorite albums of all time?
The Who, Live at Leeds; Led Zeppelin II; Badmotorfinger, Soundgarden; The Thin Red Line soundtrack... Its hard because the albums you really like you don't play all the time, because you're sick of them, you've heard them too much. But when you hear them, you really like them.
Right. Its like your favorite song, you can only listen to it so often, or it would lose that splendor.
Splendor, right. That's the word. Who's Next, I'd have to include in that. Loudon Wainwright III, Album II; The Who, Live at Leeds; Who's Next; Led Zeppelin II; The Thin Red Line. That's five. [Earlier I had asked Ross what one deceased person he would like to meet, but he couldn't conjure up an answer.] But if I could, not meet, but photograph someone is who is dead... I'd either like to do Jimi Hendrix, which is a bit obvious, or Jeff Buckley.
Where is your favorite place in the world?
I like Asia a lot, like Cambodia, Laos, Bali -- I like those places, I like the atmosphere and the light, and its very exotic. Strangely, I was talking to an Australian, and they don't find Asia exotic at all! They all want to come to Europe, and they find Europe exotic. The only thing wrong with America, I used to find it exciting, but the thing that is truly wrong with it is that you can go from Hawaii to Puerto Rico to Miami, and it all looks the same. Its the same shops, the same coffee shops, the same restaurants, the same stores. When you went to Hawaii in the early Eighties, when I went, it was really exotic. And now, it could be anywhere. Whereas you go to Asia, and they're all completely different cultures. I find that nice, and I like it because its warm, and I grew up in the damp climate.
What are you listening to currently?
Steve Miller CD. "Megalomania", Black Sabbath, which I think is an underrated track.
What is your favorite book?
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak; Diary of a Rock and Roll Star, Ian Hunter -- one of the best rock books written; The Dark Stuff, Nick Kent -- for his chapter on the Rolling Stones; Shipwrecks, Akira Yoshimura; An Iliad: A Story Of War and Silk although the film version is awful [both by Alessandro Baricco]; Chroma, Derek Jarman.
What were your aspirations as a young man?
To travel, which I've done. I think, you know, when you look at whether what I do is good or bad, at least I've traveled. And I think travel is a great thing. Its like when you travel on a plane, and people want to close the windows. I like the windows open, because you're seeing the world as you would never see it. That's why I really like Asia, because it's really hot, you've got these wonderful thunder clouds. You've got this really powerful light coming through. The sky is quite electric looking, which I rather like.
What goals do you have for yourself now?
I would actually love to retire from music photography and just shoot travel.
You can't do that?
Not to make a living, I still have to make a living. If I was wealthy enough, I wouldn't care if I never shot another band again.
But when you were talking earlier about getting into it because you love music...
Well, you know, when I haven't done it for a while, I enjoy it. Kings of Leon, I enjoy. The Mars Volta, I enjoy. I enjoyed doing Chris Cornell.
Did you not enjoy Aerosmith? [Ross recently shot Aerosmith in Abu Dhabi.]
I do enjoy Aerosmith, I don't enjoy the politics of Aerosmith. Let's put it that way. And there's a lot of politics in Aerosmith. The politics of Aerosmith are annoying.
You seem adamant that in the general scheme of things music isn't important. What is important to you?
When I was younger I was told by a teacher that you get BORED of music. I didn't think it could be true. It is... Maybe it's my job. Important, the last light of the day. Daylight is important.
Is there anyone you wish you would've known, or known better?
That's a good question. Uh...
You said earlier that you would shoot Jimi Hendrix.
Nah, only because I didn't. Nah, I don't care whether I shot Jimi Hendrix. I was wrong saying that.
[In an email, Ross' final answer was "Elvis in the 50's or Gong Li now."]
You've said The Who Christmas Show was the best show you've ever seen. So what's the worst show you've ever seen?
I once saw Genesis with Peter Gabriel, in the day. I thought, "This will never happen." That was probably one of the worst, I just didn't get it.
Yeah, that's when they were wearing masks and stuff? I was asked the other day if I've ever gotten into that, and no, that has never intrigued me at all.
Yeah, never intrigued me in the slightest.
Is there any band whom you feel you can always get good shots of?
Chris Cornell, he always looks good. The Mars Volta always look good to me. Joe Perry looks good, when he looks great, he looks really great.
Really? He is one of the people who I saw and thought, "You don't look as good in person."
Oh no, okay. That was probably wrong then. I think someone like Rod Stewart always looks like a rock star. The problem with a lot of bands now is that they don't have it. They could be anyone.
So you don't have a favorite, most pleasant, always photogenic subject?
Well, I like bands for different reasons. Like the Black Crowes, a lot of people don't like them. I get on with them because I like them as people.
Then is this easier? Who has been the absolute worst, biggest mess of a subject?
Well, a lot of bands when they get older, it's never their fault they look old. It's yours. They blame you for the picture. Particularly women, because once they go past a certain point, they become... You know, one thing I don't like in American magazines, I have nothing against retouching, but it's so airbrushed. Look at Fleetwood Mac, it looks ridiculous. Looking at them, they just look stupid. You know, terrible.
How often do you shoot bands that you don't enjoy musically?
90 percent of the time.
Who DO you enjoy?
No, I'm joking. I shoot 50/50. But if you only shot people you thought were culturally cool, you wouldn't work! I tend to shoot people I like.
I saw you shot 50 Cent, I'm doubting that's your thing.
Yeah, well he was nice enough. But I couldn't listen to it. You know, Eminem, D12. Its just not my thing.
Your website boasts that you were a tour photographer for both Paul McCartney and George Harrison...
I was, but I was never a Beatles fan. So I wasn't intimidated by them, and I wasn't in awe of them.
What was your impression of each?
McCartney was very friendly and very professional, and George Harrison was very... They're very much in a bubble, in a world of their own. Linda McCartney was alive at the time, and I expected her to be a nightmare, but she was super, super nice and super helpful. Because she was a photographer, she could see what I actually had to get. She had a way to help you, rather than be obstructive.
When was this, that you were shooting them?
McCartney is the Flowers in the Dirt tour, you'll have to look that up. [1989-1990.] George Harrison was when he toured Japan with Eric Clapton. [1991.] It was okay, but I never particularly liked the Beatles.
At the end of the day, who is your favorite band ever?
The Who!
Why?
Because you have to look at what counted when you were sixteen, and what you liked when you were sixteen, and they counted for me.
Do they still count?
I think the thing is, as band gets older... If you liked them originally, you convince yourself they're still good, even though they're not good. But the Who on a good day, can still be exciting. Even for a bunch of oldies.
Yeah, sometimes I think, "Hmm.. In Through the Out Door wasn't so hot."
Yeah, well he [Jimmy Page] had nothing to do with that. He doesn't even like that record.
Because he was a junkie?
Yeah.
How would you sum the Who up for someone who had never heard of them?
Go listen to Live at Leeds, and realize its four guys playing. Or Who's Next, that's a great songwriting album. With their later albums, Quadrophenia is okay.
When do you feel they took the dive?
Probably with It's Hard and Face Dances. The spark had gone out of them. That's a better word, isn't it? Spark.
That's when they began to 'farewell'.
Right. Too many farewells. Too many farewell tours. Or like, I listen to Page & Plant, and I don't like it at all. Outrider is not a bad record for an Eighties record.
Or the Firm...
The first album is okay, the second one is horrible.
My dad saw the Firm, and he saw the ARMS show.
But he was out of his mind.
I know, there's videos of him drooling!
He was fucking junkied out.
Who would make up your dream band?
I think its rubbish, I hate dream bands. Its like, whenever you see people jam, it's always horrible. Its unrehearsed and everyone is trying to show off and play better than the other person. That's why I always think jamming is terrible.
Okay then, they're not a band. Who is your favorite with each respective instrument?
John Bonham or Keith Moon on drums. Jimmy Page or Pete Townshend on guitar. Robert Plant, in his day, or Paul Rodgers, or Rod Stewart. John Entwistle on bass. And Loudon Wainwright III acoustically, I like.
So basically, you like Led Zeppelin and the Who!
Exactly!
What is your greatest fear?
You should fear nothing.
(All photos by Ross Halfin.)
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