7/4

Thelonious Monk, John Coltrane, Miles Davis, Mingus, Dolphy, Sun Ra, Cecil Taylor, Jimmy Smith, Wayne Shorter, Elvin Jones and so on....all the usual gang. Who is this Kurt Cobain guy?

I wonder if KJ could handle that gig.

Just goes to show...all you need is a nice Les Paul, a stack of Marshalls and you're 99% of the way there.

February 3, 2006 Critic's Notebook A New Trove of Music Video in the Web's Wild World By BEN RATLIFF SEVERAL weeks back, someone directed me to a Web site to see a clip of George Clinton and the Parliaments, in you-will-freak-out tones. I looked on the Internet at youtube.com and found my way to it. I was freaked out, though not just by the music. There is Mr. Clinton, in 1969, on "Say Brother," a television show produced by WGBH in Boston. (This is early Clinton, even before Funkadelic's first album; the Parliaments would soon become Funkadelic.) He is wearing a purple jumpsuit with crossed suspenders over bare shoulders and a kind of rounded Mohawk, a shaved band of scalp below a bulbous crown of hair. The band plays a series of vamps. The first builds on Sly and the Family Stone's "Into My Own Thing." "What is soul?" Mr. Clinton yells, in the middle of the song. "What, brother?" responds the band's other lead singer, Fuzzy Haskins. "Soul is the hamhock in your cornflakes!" Mr. Clinton intones. After a break, the Parliaments stretch out at length, playing their acid-Motown for almost 10 minutes, going from vamp to vamp; at a climax, Mr. Clinton rolls on the floor. The band becomes a mob of rising fists and shaking hips. The sequence ends with the guitarist Eddie Hazell detuning his strings and distributing a cloud of feedback, with various band members whacking cymbals. I am not a collector of music, or of video. I have had friends play me the best clips from their music video collections, in full, collectorish, this-will-freak-you-out mode, and enjoyed it. Still, I don't really love music on video, per se. It reduces a performance so brutally. But a missing link of performance history as potent as that George Clinton thing? Even if on bad video? It's hard not to keep looking. Over the last few weeks, I have been looking at YouTube until my head hurts. Part of that headache comes from watching blurry images on a small screen. Part of it comes from annoyance at a lack of annotation: there's so little information given about what you're seeing. And part of it, I admit, is the worry that it all may soon disappear, or move to someplace on the Internet that will be harder to sniff out. YouTube, based in San Mateo, Calif., is an amateur video-sharing site that had its official debut on Dec. 15, after a seven-month public development. It makes its money from text-only banner advertisements, running at the top and bottom of its Web page. Like myspace.com, YouTube will serve as host to anyone's personal Web page, listing the subscriber's age, gender, relationship status, interests and so on. Much of its content is home videos, not just music, which subscribers upload from their digital cameras to their own individual YouTube sites. Among them are videos made by soldiers in Iraq war zones. As you can imagine, some extremely bad amateur music-making has also been filmed, in peaceful territories. Anyone can watch a video on YouTube with a high-speed Internet connection. It couldn't be easier. The viewer streams the video, rather than downloading a file; it is not a peer-to-peer site, the kind that the Supreme Court has gone after. Assenting to YouTube's terms of use, a potential uploader must aver that he has the necessary licenses and permissions for each clip he uploads, including the consent of every person in the clip. The assurance of the uploader is all that's asked for, at least until a copyright holder with a potential copyright issue approaches the company. (YouTube has a staff of only 20, and the only censorship they have exercised thus far is of "inappropriate" material, meaning pornography.) If the copyright holder of a video that has been bootlegged complains about an illegal upload on YouTube, said Chad Hurley, the company's chief executive, it will immediately shut down the link, thereby canceling anyone's ability to see it then and thereafter — because nobody has downloaded it. YouTube had one million visitors in November, and three million in December. Julie Supan, the company's marketing director, said YouTube is now up to more than 10 million videos viewed daily. "We're streaming 115 videos a second," she said, "6,944 per minute." There are other such sites for home videographers, including Vimeo, Google and clips.tv. But if you type "Al Green" into video.google.com, you will access a man in his bathrobe singing along tunelessly to "Let's Stay Together" as a dubious present to his girlfriend. Type "Al Green" into YouTube, and you will find four appearances by the Rev. Al Green on "Soul Train" in the early 1970's, exercising his serene control over the audience. Likewise, type "Sarah Vaughan" into Vimeo: nothing. Type it into YouTube and you get Vaughan at the height of her powers in 1951 on television, singing "You're Not the Kind." But there is little information attached to the Vaughan clip, of the kind that an official release or a real audiovisual library would provide. Eric Kulberg of Universal Media, a small Washington-based company that researches and licenses music clips for television documentaries, says it comes from a 1950's television series called "Showtime at the Apollo"; that it was probably filmed at the Apollo Theater; and that the clip may have been shown on public television at some time in the last 25 years. He does not believe, he added, that it is commercially available. The lack of information with these music clips is a logistical problem. There are also, obviously, legal and ethical problems with many of the clips on YouTube. David Peck of Reelin' In the Years Productions, which calls itself the largest library of music footage in the world, owns rights to some of the clips that have been uploaded to YouTube without proper rights clearance. Among these are clips of Howlin' Wolf performing at the American Folk Blues Festival in 1964, which have been commercially released on DVD. Mr. Peck was aware of YouTube and said he had two reactions to the situation. "One is 'You jerks, you have no right,' " he said. "We pay the Howlin' Wolf estate when we sell that DVD. The other is, 'What can I do?' I'm not a big company. I have fought many big companies before who have used my footage and I've won every single time. I protect the rights. But there are so many bootleggers out there. I am not condoning this. But if it takes me $5,000 in legal fees, I've blown my next couple of royalty checks." Informed that YouTube was a company with employees, not just a fly-by-night Web site, Mr. Peck changed his tone. "That's a different story," he said. "That's very disturbing." A spokesman for the Recording Industry Association of America maintained the organization's blanket position: that uploading or distributing copyrighted material, without permission from the copyright holder, is illegal. Whitney Broussard, an entertainment lawyer specializing in music, says YouTube seems to be protected by a safe harbor in the Digital Millennium Copyright Act of 1998, which says that in such cases with streaming media, if the copyright holder protests and asks YouTube to shut down the link, and if the company promptly complies, then it is legally clear. (Ms. Supan of YouTube said the same thing.) Of course, shutting down a particular link will not ensure that a bootlegged video will just go away. Andrew Solt of Sofa Entertainment, who holds copyright on the "Ed Sullivan Show" library, said he recently spent two days with a lawyer and two assistants preparing the necessary paperwork for YouTube to eliminate its links to uploaded bootleg Sullivan shows. YouTube complied. The next day, Mr. Solt said, they were all online again, presumably uploaded by someone else. YouTube's simplicity has been an attraction for bands, too. Plenty of them, or their record labels, have been uploading video footage to YouTube for promotional purposes, YouTube says; they include current groups like We Are Scientists, Pretty Girls Make Graves, Early Man and Taking Back Sunday. (Even Nike has begun to use YouTube to its own ends, the Web site says, stealthily putting its products in sports video clips that don't look like ads.) The other day, a publicist for Sparks, an aging cult band with a new album, suggested that I go to YouTube to look at a 30-year-old clip of the group on television, which had not been uploaded by the band or its label. In my own YouTube searches, first I went back in my past, curious to see again the things that I have been replaying in my head over the years from chance television encounters — like Nat King Cole and Ella Fitzgerald on Cole's television show, or Public Image Ltd. on "Top of the Pops," or Black Sabbath in an early-70's European concert. But quickly I found my way to other things, which I had heard about but had filed into myth, films I thought I might never see: clips from the notorious, rarely shown Bob Dylan documentary "Eat the Document"; a staggering James Brown performance at a Boston concert in 1968; Hound Dog Taylor at a mid-60's blues festival; Black Flag throwing down at a club in 1984, when Henry Rollins was a 98-pound weakling. Brazilian music fans have begun to upload their collections, and they have their work cut out for them: the history of Brazilian popular music over the last 50 years has been closely intertwined with television. There is very little jazz as yet. It's stupefying to know what's out there. Perhaps its shady proliferation will hasten official, high-quality versions, videos that do not provoke headaches and could properly expand everybody's understanding of history's greatest performing artists. "I don't think there would be a market for all this stuff on YouTube," Mr. Peck said, "if everyone — artists, labels, publishers and rights holders — could get together and find reasonable ways to release it."

Happy Birthday!

Or a nice pre-amp, although I guess you could tweek it with the Antaries mike or pre-amp modeler plug-in. I like that sig Robert J, I saw it as soon as you started using it. I got a big kick out of that.

You see? He's out to lunch. For someone who's in Oslo, you sure spend a lot of time in NYC.

Old diner on Rt. 27. I lived in New/North Brunswick for 24 years and I never went into that place. I hear the used records were kinda $$$.

If you're talking to me, I'm 46 - figure it out for yourself. I think I went to Pier Platters in Hoboken(?) once, I happened to be in the neighborhood. Lunch For Your Ears, maybe a dozen times before Manny went to Lunch for good. At the time, I lived in New Brunswick, so I made more trips to Cheap Trills and the Princeton Record Exchange.

I guess I put them in the wrong place, they should have been before my comment. I just think the concept of Bruce funding Zorn is pretty far out. Why would they have to hold a benefit to move DMG from the old location on East 5th to the current location on Bowery if Bruce is so loaded with cash?

I don't think so. DMG sells Tzadik CDs and Bruce is Zorn's biggest fan, but I think that's about it.

And that's the part I missed! It'll show up in high fi somewhere someday.

Jeff Beck. ...and he doesn't even have to dumb it down by singing.

Jimi Hendrix wasn't a guitarist per se? Per se who? Yeah, I wanna hear the answer to this one.

Here's a start.

I was never a fan, but what I heard last night rocked.

Masada seems to be quite sucessful.

I guess I didn't miss too much. That's it!

The AP changed their story:

It was inspired! I wonder what the second tune was like.

I saw the first tune and he was wailin'!

CNN says he was 83!

Film at 11? hmm...didn't notice I fucked up until now. should be 95! Sorry about that Gandpa. RIP

February 4, 2006 'Grandpa Munster' Al Lewis Dies at 95 By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS Filed at 3:00 p.m. ET NEW YORK (AP) -- Al Lewis, the cigar-chomping patriarch of ''The Munsters'' whose work as a basketball scout, restaurateur and political candidate never eclipsed his role as Grandpa from the television sitcom, died after years of failing health. He was 95. Lewis, with his wife at his bedside, passed away Friday night, said Bernard White, program director at WBAI-FM, where the actor hosted a weekly radio program. White made the announcement on the air during the Saturday slot where Lewis usually appeared. ''To say that we will miss his generous, cantankerous, engaging spirit is a profound understatement,'' White said. Lewis, sporting a somewhat cheesy Dracula outfit, became a pop culture icon playing the irascible father-in-law to Fred Gwynne's ever-bumbling Herman Munster on the 1964-66 television show. He was also one of the stars of another classic TV comedy, playing Officer Leo Schnauzer on ''Car 54, Where Are You?'' But Lewis' life off the small screen ranged far beyond his acting antics. A former ballplayer at Thomas Jefferson High School, he achieved notoriety as a basketball talent scout familiar to coaching greats like Jerry Tarkanian and Red Auerbach. He operated a successful Greenwich Village restaurant, Grandpa's, where he was a regular presence -- chatting with customers, posing for pictures, signing autographs. Just two years short of his 90th birthday, a ponytailed Lewis ran as the Green Party candidate against incumbent Gov. George Pataki. Lewis campaigned against draconian drug laws and the death penalty, while going to court in a losing battle to have his name appear on the ballot as ''Grandpa Al Lewis.'' He didn't defeat Pataki, but managed to collect more 52,000 votes. Lewis was born Alexander Meister in upstate New York before his family moved to Brooklyn, where the 6-foot-1 teen began a lifelong love affair with basketball. He later became a vaudeville and circus performer, but his career didn't take off until television did the same. Lewis, as Officer Schnauzer, played opposite Gwynne's Officer Francis Muldoon in ''Car 54, Where Are You?'' -- a comedy about a Bronx police precinct that aired from 1961-63. One year later, the duo appeared together in ''The Munsters,'' taking up residence at the fictional 1313 Mockingbird Lane. The series, about a family of clueless creatures plunked down in middle America, was a success and ran through 1966. It forever locked Lewis in as the memorably twisted character; decades later, strangers would greet him on the street with shouts of ''Grandpa!'' Unlike some television stars, Lewis never complained about getting typecast and made appearances in character for decades. ''Why would I mind?'' he asked in a 1997 interview. ''It pays my mortgage.'' Lewis rarely slowed down, opening his restaurant and hosting his WBAI radio program. At one point during the '90s, he was a frequent guest on the Howard Stern radio show, once sending the shock jock diving for the delay button by leading an undeniably obscene chant against the Federal Communications Commission. He also popped up in a number of movies, including the acclaimed ''They Shoot Horses, Don't They?'' and ''Married to the Mob.'' Lewis reprised his role of Schnauzer in the movie remake of ''Car 54,'' and appeared as a guest star on television shows such as ''Taxi,'' ''Green Acres'' and ''Lost in Space.'' But in 2003, Lewis was hospitalized for an angioplasty. Complications during surgery led to an emergency bypass and the amputation of his right leg below the knee and all the toes on his left foot. Lewis spent the next month in a coma. A year later, he was back offering his recollections of a seminal punk band on the DVD ''Ramones Raw.'' He is survived by his wife, Karen Ingenthron-Lewis, three sons and four grandchildren.