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The Coup Calls Up MySpace Friends To Encourage G.I.s

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Boots Riley Comes Out Swinging Against The War In Iraq (via Portside)

Boots Riley – The Coup’s revered, thought-provoking MC is hoping to utilize a post of his band’s incendiary, anti-war song “Captain Sterling’s Little Problem” on its MySpace Blog as a
means to spark a G.I. Rebellion against the War In Iraq.

Riley is encouraging The Coup’s 25,000 MySpace friends to download the Pick A Bigger Weapon track, which features guitar by Rage Against The Machine’s Tom Morello, for free and send it via email or burned CD to everyone they know in the military. In doing so, Riley believes the G.I. dissent could prompt Congress to act more decisively.

“I have this suggestion: the soldiers should demand to be returned home, using any means necessary to make this happen,” Boots blogs. “This would lead to a swift end to this war, saving countless lives, both U.S. and IraqiŠ Congress hasn’t done more than give lip service to wanting the war to end. The people that are directly affected by this war are going to have to act.”

“Captain Sterling’s Little Problem” was originally recorded as the theme for Sir! No Sir!, David Zieger’s recent documentary of the Vietnam War. Inspired by the stories that some of the veterans tell in the film, Boots reports that “at one point a Pentagon report deemed half of the soldiers in Vietnam were ‘mutinous and not to be trusted’,” adding that “the largely unreported G.I. rebellions played a very important role in stopping the Vietnam war.”

Counting lines like, “You brought us to this country not to free but bodybag them/And free up all their money so accounting firms can add them ,” the scorching song – from the Associated Press’ #1 album of 2006 – cannot be ignored.

“So far about 600,000 Iraqi civilians have died in this war and at least 3,100 U.S. soldiers have died,” Riley writes. “Much has been publicized about the role that music plays in the military today. I’ve seen a few news segments about the music that soldiers are listening to on their Walkmans and MP3 players – how they listen to certain songs to get in the mood to do what they have to do. Besides the motivation of purely expressing my thoughts, my experience and my emotions, I also make music to influence people to see my point of view.”

In my ear (February)

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Meant to write this at the end of February, but…

Acquired in February:
John Mellencamp Freedom’s Road
John Hammond Push Comes to Shove
Frank Marino & Mahogany Rush Real Live!
Ali Farke Toure Savane

Heavy rotation for February:
Keene Brothers Blues and Boogie Shoes
Sloan Never Hear the End of It
Perry’s Picks for 2006
Robert Pollard Normal Happiness
John Mellencamp Freedom’s Road
John Hammond Push Comes to Shove
The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society
Ali Farke Toure Savane
Bobby Rush Folk Funk

Perry pretty much set the parameters for my listening in February as I was hooked on his “Perry’s Picks for 2006”, particularly the tracks from Jerry Lee Lewis album Last Man Standing.

Perry also “pando-ed” me the new albums from Mellencamp and Frank Marino.

The last time I bought a Mellencamp album was the 1980’s (I really liked “The Authority Song”), so I was taken by surprise with the new album, which I really have gotten into—including “This is Our Country” the tune that replaced Bob Seeger’s ubiquitous “Like A Rock” in the Chevy truck commercials.

[Note that Perry has taken his protest about the Mellencamp “selling out” directly to the the man…maybe he’ll post his letter here on Where the Blog Has No Name for everyone to read).

I did not hold much hope at all for the Chevy truck song, but it’s actually pretty darn good, much better than (and sends a different, more inclusive, message what’s implied by) the nationalistic Chevy commercials.

I usually carry some Kinks in my car and I’ve been listening to one of their best lately—The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society. Check out one of my fav Kinks’ tunes below. FYI there are two fantastic Kinks tribute albums I highly recommend, both released in 2001: Give the People What We Want: Songs of the Kinks (on Sub Pop), which includes artists like Young Fresh Fellows, The Minus Five, Baby Gramps, Mudhoney. And, This Is Where I Belong: The Songs of Ray Davies & The Kinks (on Rykodisc), featuring Fountains of Wayne, Matthew Sweet, Yo La Tengo, Ron Sexsmith, Steve Forbert, Jonathan Richman, Cracker (and Ray Davies doing a version of one of the best pop songs ever, “Waterloo Sunset”).

Listen to a bit of “Picture Book” below:

Gilberto Gil and the politics of music

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Gilberto Gil is best known as a founder, with Caetano Veloso, of the art/political movement known as Tropicalismo, which developed in the late 1960s and encompassed theatre, poetry and music, among other forms.

Now, Gil is a cabinet minister in Lula’s government in Brazil and in that role is integrating the “share, reuse, remix” approach of the Creative Commons movement into Brazilian policy on intellectual property.

Here’s a story about Gil’s current work from the International Herald Tribune.International Herald Tribune
Gilberto Gil and the politics of music
By Larry Rohter
Monday, March 12, 2007
Click here to find out more!

SALVADOR, Brazil: On Wednesday the Brazilian minister of culture, Gilberto Gil, is scheduled to speak about intellectual property rights, digital media and related topics at the South by Southwest Music and Media Conference in Austin, Texas. Two nights later the singer, songwriter and pop star Gilberto Gil begins a three-week North American concert tour.

Rarely do the worlds of politics and the arts converge as unconventionally as in the person of Gil, whose itinerary includes a solo performance at Carnegie Hall on March 20. More than 40 years after he first picked up a guitar and sang in public, Gilberto Passos Gil Moreira is an anomaly: He doesn’t just make music, he also makes policy.

And as the music, film and publishing industries struggle to adapt to the challenge of content proliferating on the Internet, Gil has emerged as a central player in the global search for more flexible forms of distributing artistic works. In the process his twin roles have sometimes generated competing priorities that he has sought to harmonize.

As a creator of music, he is interested in protecting copyrights. But as a government official in a developing country celebrated for the creative pulse of its people, Gil also wants Brazilians to have unfettered access to new technologies to make and disseminate art, without having to surrender their rights to the large companies that dominate the culture industry.

“I think we are moving rapidly toward the obsolescence and eventual disappearance of a single traditional model and its replacement by others that are hybrids,” Gil said in a February interview at his home here in northeast Brazil, one day before the start of Carnival. “My personal view is that digital culture brings with it a new idea of intellectual property, and that this new culture of sharing can and should inform government policies.”

Raised in the poor, arid interior of the Brazilian northeast, Gil, 64, has been straddling disparate worlds most of his life. No black Brazilian had ever served as a cabinet minister before he was appointed four years ago, and as a young man fresh out of college, he worked for a multinational company at a time when few black Brazilians had access to such jobs. Later, during a military dictatorship, he was jailed and then forced into exile in Britain.

After returning to Brazil in the 1970s, he made records that urged black Brazilians to reconnect with their African roots, and was an early champion here of Bob Marley and reggae. But Gil has also read widely in Asian philosophy and religions and follows a macrobiotic diet, leading the songwriter, producer and critic Nelson Motta to describe his style as “Afro-Zen.”

In person Gil is warm, calm and engaging, a slim, dreadlocked figure with an elfin, humorous quality that tends to disarm critics. As both individual and artist, he has always tended to be open-minded and eclectic in his tastes; the poet Torquato Neto once said of him, “There are many ways of singing and making Brazilian music, and Gilberto Gil prefers all of them.”

A fascination with technology has been another constant in Gil’s long career. He wrote his first song about computers, called “Electronic Brain,” back in the 1960s, and has regularly returned to the theme in compositions like “Satellite Dish” and “On the Internet,” which was written in the early 1990s.

One of Gil’s first actions after becoming culture minister in 2003 was to form an alliance between Brazil and the nascent Creative Commons movement. Founded in 2001, Creative Commons is meant to offer an alternative to the traditional copyright system of “all rights reserved,” which the movement’s adherents believe has impeded creativity and the sharing of knowledge in the Internet age.

In its place Creative Commons has devised a more flexible structure that allows artists to decide what part of their copyright they wish to retain and what part they are willing to share with the public. With input from Gil and many others, the organization has created licenses that permit creators and consumers to copy, remix or sample a digital work of art, so long as the originator is properly credited.

As culture minister Gil has also sponsored an initiative called the Cultural Points program. Small government grants are issued to scores of community centers in poor neighborhoods of some of Brazil’s largest cities to install recording and video studios and teach residents how to use them.

The result has been an outpouring of video and music, much of it racially conscious and politically tinged rap or electronica. Since Brazilian commercial radio, which is said to be riddled with payola, will not play the new music, the creators instead broadcast their songs on community radio stations and distribute their CDs independently, at markets and fairs, rather than through existing record labels.

Brazil’s official stance on digital content and intellectual property rights is in large part derived from Gil’s own experience. In the late ’60s he and his close friend Caetano Veloso, along with a handful of others here and in São Paulo, started the movement known as Tropicalismo, which blended avant-garde poetry, pop influences from abroad and home-grown musical styles then scorned as corny and déclassé.

Since Gil became minister, Brazilian government spending on culture has grown by more than 50 percent, testimony both to his prestige and negotiating skills. As minister he has devoted time to selling Brazilian music abroad, but has also labored to draw attention to Brazilian film, painting, sculpture and literature in foreign markets.

“One thing to remember about Gil,” said Hermano Vianna, an anthropologist, writer and a leading figure in Brazil’s digital culture movement, is that “he sees culture not just as art, but also as an industry. To Gil culture is not just an accessory but an important part of the economy and even a motor of economic development.”

Over the last four years, though, Gil has cut way back on his own performances, the part of being a musician he says he enjoys most, and nearly stopped recording. His most recent disc, “Gil Luminoso,” is a collection of 15 of his songs that he rerecorded in 1999 with just voice and guitar, to accompany a book about him.

Why give up something as gratifying as playing music for the wear and tear of public administration? “Life is not just pleasure,” he said. “The first phrase of the Vedic scriptures is that ‘All is suffering.’ Difficulty is stimulating, challenging, it’s an element of the pulse of life.”

Besides, he is at a point in life “where I no longer want to have a commitment to my career, in the classical sense of a profession,” he said. “I no longer see music as a field to be exploited. I see it now as an alternative area of action, part of a broad repertory of possibilities that I have. Music is something visceral in me, something that exudes from me, and even when I’m not thinking about it, I will still be making music, always.”

International Herald Tribune Copyright © 2007 The International Herald Tribune | www.iht.com

Patti Smith: Ain’t It Strange?

Here’s a New York Times piece by Patti Smith reflecting on her induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame…a well deserved accolade!

The New York Times

March 12, 2007
Op-Ed Contributor
Ain’t It Strange?
By PATTI SMITH

ON a cold morning in 1955, walking to Sunday school, I was drawn to the voice of Little Richard wailing “Tutti Frutti” from the interior of a local boy’s makeshift clubhouse. So powerful was the connection that I let go of my mother’s hand.

Rock ’n’ roll. It drew me from my path to a sea of possibilities. It sheltered and shattered me, from the end of childhood through a painful adolescence. I had my first altercation with my father when the Rolling Stones made their debut on “The Ed Sullivan Show.” Rock ’n’ roll was mine to defend. It strengthened my hand and gave me a sense of tribe as I boarded a bus from South Jersey to freedom in 1967.

Rock ’n’ roll, at that time, was a fusion of intimacies. Repression bloomed into rapture like raging weeds shooting through cracks in the cement. Our music provided a sense of communal activism. Our artists provoked our ascension into awareness as we ran amok in a frenzied state of grace.

My late husband, Fred Sonic Smith, then of Detroit’s MC5, was a part of the brotherhood instrumental in forging a revolution: seeking to save the world with love and the electric guitar. He created aural autonomy yet did not have the constitution to survive all the complexities of existence.

Before he died, in the winter of 1994, he counseled me to continue working. He believed that one day I would be recognized for my efforts and though I protested, he quietly asked me to accept what was bestowed — gracefully — in his name.

Today I will join R.E.M., the Ronettes, Van Halen and Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. On the eve of this event I asked myself many questions. Should an artist working within the revolutionary landscape of rock accept laurels from an institution? Should laurels be offered? Am I a worthy recipient?

I have wrestled with these questions and my conscience leads me back to Fred and those like him — the maverick souls who may never be afforded such honors. Thus in his name I will accept with gratitude. Fred Sonic Smith was of the people, and I am none but him: one who has loved rock ’n’ roll and crawled from the ranks to the stage, to salute history and plant seeds for the erratic magic landscape of the new guard.

Because its members will be the guardians of our cultural voice. The Internet is their CBGB. Their territory is global. They will dictate how they want to create and disseminate their work. They will, in time, make breathless changes in our political process. They have the technology to unite and create a new party, to be vigilant in their choice of candidates, unfettered by corporate pressure. Their potential power to form and reform is unprecedented.

Human history abounds with idealistic movements that rise, then fall in disarray. The children of light. The journey to the East. The summer of love. The season of grunge. But just as we seem to repeat our follies, we also abide.

Rock ’n’ roll drew me from my mother’s hand and led me to experience. In the end it was my neighbors who put everything in perspective. An approving nod from the old Italian woman who sells me pasta. A high five from the postman. An embrace from the notary and his wife. And a shout from the sanitation man driving down my street: “Hey, Patti, Hall of Fame. One for us.”

I just smiled, and I noticed I was proud. One for the neighborhood. My parents. My band. One for Fred. And anybody else who wants to come along.

Patti Smith is a poet and performer.

Copyright 2007 The New York Times Company

Rock ’n’ roll, at that time, was a fusion of intimacies. Repression bloomed into rapture like raging weeds shooting through cracks in the cement. Our music provided a sense of communal activism. Our artists provoked our ascension into awareness as we ran amok in a frenzied state of grace.

My late husband, Fred Sonic Smith, then of Detroit’s MC5, was a part of the brotherhood instrumental in forging a revolution: seeking to save the world with love and the electric guitar. He created aural autonomy yet did not have the constitution to survive all the complexities of existence.

Before he died, in the winter of 1994, he counseled me to continue working. He believed that one day I would be recognized for my efforts and though I protested, he quietly asked me to accept what was bestowed — gracefully — in his name.

Today I will join R.E.M., the Ronettes, Van Halen and Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. On the eve of this event I asked myself many questions. Should an artist working within the revolutionary landscape of rock accept laurels from an institution? Should laurels be offered? Am I a worthy recipient?

I have wrestled with these questions and my conscience leads me back to Fred and those like him — the maverick souls who may never be afforded such honors. Thus in his name I will accept with gratitude. Fred Sonic Smith was of the people, and I am none but him: one who has loved rock ’n’ roll and crawled from the ranks to the stage, to salute history and plant seeds for the erratic magic landscape of the new guard.

Because its members will be the guardians of our cultural voice. The Internet is their CBGB. Their territory is global. They will dictate how they want to create and disseminate their work. They will, in time, make breathless changes in our political process. They have the technology to unite and create a new party, to be vigilant in their choice of candidates, unfettered by corporate pressure. Their potential power to form and reform is unprecedented.

Human history abounds with idealistic movements that rise, then fall in disarray. The children of light. The journey to the East. The summer of love. The season of grunge. But just as we seem to repeat our follies, we also abide.

Rock ’n’ roll drew me from my mother’s hand and led me to experience. In the end it was my neighbors who put everything in perspective. An approving nod from the old Italian woman who sells me pasta. A high five from the postman. An embrace from the notary and his wife. And a shout from the sanitation man driving down my street: “Hey, Patti, Hall of Fame. One for us.”

I just smiled, and I noticed I was proud. One for the neighborhood. My parents. My band. One for Fred. And anybody else who wants to come along.

Patti Smith is a poet and performer.

Copyright 2007 The New York Times Company

Saving Rock And Roll

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GWYNEDD, WALES—Recent developments in the music world, such as the popularity of the Dixie Chicks and Sufjan Stevens, have created a “perfect storm of lameness.”

Richard Thompson’s new song about the war in Iraq

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Via the Rock and Rap listserv:

The Raw Story: Legendary folk guitarist Richard Thompson records anti-war song from viewpoint of ‘grunt’

article excerpt:

“Lately at concerts he’s been singing a song in protest against the Iraq war titled ‘Dad’s Gonna Kill Me,'” Goldstein writes. “‘Dad,’ Thompson explains to audiences, is grunt-speak for ‘Baghdad,’ much as ”Nam’ once meant ‘Vietnam'”

‘Dad’s in a bad mood,
‘Dad’s got the blues;
It’s someone else’s mess that I didn’t choose;
At least we’re winning on the Fox evening news;
‘Dad’s Gonna Kill Me.

When performing the song in public, Thompson, 57, has used a cheat sheet to head off senior moments. Check it out at in Slate: Richard Thompson’s cheat sheet to his new Iraq protest song

Listen to mp3 of “‘Dad’s Gonna Kill Me” here.

“Dad’s Gonna Kill Me” will be on his next CD, “Sweet Warrior,” slated for release in May.

In my ear (January)

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Heavy rotation for January:
Tom Waits Orphans
Vince Gill These Days
Keene Brothers Blues and Boogie Shoes
Sloan Never Hear the End of It
Nighmares on Wax In a Space Outta Sound
Todd Snider: That Was Me and The Devil You Know
Tommy Guerrero
Wayne’s Favorites of 2006 (Vols 1-2)

Hey I realize I’m no Nick Hornby, but I thought I might try my hand at chronicling my musical purchases and listening habits over the course of 2007. And no, the purchases and the listening don’t always coincide as you’ll see sometimes it takes me a while to get around to “seriously” listening to some of those cds.

My listening year official starts on Boxing Day. And this past December 26 I was standing in line with the teaming hordes at Best Buy when I spotted Tom Waits‘ highly acclaimed new album Orphans. (I was at Best Buy purchasing a $100 HDMI cable since Sony is too cheap to include the proper cable connection so C could have the hi def experience on the PS3 that Santa dropped off, but that’s another story.) Anyway, I bought Tom’s new one, which was released in late November, and sure enough it’s 5 star masterpiece.

Orphans is a three disc “box” but it’s an unusual “retrospective” in that it is not a mere compliation of previously released tracks. Waits does versions of his songs that were originally recorded by other artists (I really like “Fannin Street” which his buddy John Hammond recorded first), plus he does “covers” of songs by Kurt Weill/Bertolt Brecht, Leadbelly, The Ramones…you get the idea. “Brawlers” (Disc One) is full of bluesy rockers. “Bawlers” (Disc Two) is a tour de force of styles (ballads, waltzes, etc). And “Bastards” (Disc Three) is packed with the weird and wonderful (experimental music and spoken word pieces like Tom reading encyclopedia entries about the strange behavior of certain insects).

The other “universally acclaimed” box set released in the last few months of 2006 is Vince Gill’s four disc collection of new music, These Days, which was my first purchase in January. I’ve not been listening to much “mainstream” country the past few years, but then again, Vince is no longer mainstream country. These Days covers a different style on each disc (rock, country, ballads, acoustic/bluegrass). There is know doubt Gill’s a talented writer, amazing player and pleasing singer. These Days is worthy of all the praise, but when you have 43 new tunes there are is bound to be some clunkers, but there are only a couple of those (most notably the duet with Diana Krall). I find myself listening to all four discs quite a bit.

Two other new purchases this month:

Sloan is a a first rate Canadian power pop group who has taken a tip from Robert Pollard and produced a 30 track disc with a majority of the tunes checking in under 3 minutes. Their Beatlesque stylings have produced loads of success in Canada (the group was formed in the early 1990s in Halifax), but they remain pretty much below the radar in the US of A—that’s too bad for the Yanks because their missing out on some sublime pop. In their review of Never Hear the End of It, folks at All Music Guide envoke the b-side of Abbey Road, The White Album and Todd Rundgren’s A Wizard, A True Star—not bad company!

Speaking of Bob Pollard, my final purchase of January was #42 in prolific Pollard’s Fading Captain Series: The Keene Brothers’ Blues and Boogie Shoes, an album that had I listened to it in 2006 would have definitely been in my Top 10, alongside Pollard’s solo disc Normal Happiness. Guitar slinger Tommy Keene (Velvet Crush and Paul Westerberg) joined Pollard’s From a Compound Eye touring band and they began writing songs. Blues and Boogie Shoes is the result and it’s better than the first couple of Pollard’s official solo records, which is saying a lot! AMG says: “Blues and Boogie Shoes is the first (and hopefully not the last) album from the Keene Brothers, and while it’s a more modest affair it sounds significantly stronger and more satisfying than Pollard’s much-vaunted “official solo debut” and fuses muscular rock guitar with glorious pop hooks as well as anything GbV ever released. With Keene in charge of the instrumental side of the program, the guitars both chime and crunch while the drums bash away in glorious fury — Keene’s musical vision is certainly simpatico with Pollard’s, but he offers enough fresh melodic twists to give the songs new blood that serves them well, and his guitar work is consistently excellent without a hint of needless flash.”