Netta Barzilai/Nunu at Hangar 11

I was prepared to write a review of Netta's first full concert in Israel but it turns out that Michaela Hazani summarized my thoughts almost perfectly for Ynetnews.

I disagree somewhat about the lack of a unifying theme.  From the matching outfits and audacious brass section I was getting a 21st century electro funk JB's vibe from the whole thing.  The problem was the inconsistent execution.  If she wants to revamp her sound and go full on JB's, then go for it.  But you can't do that while also giving the looper a starring role and showcasing wacky sets and backup dancers like in her iconic Eurovision performance (the style that Hazani wants her to return to).  

Netta clearly wants to blaze a new path, beyond "Toy", beyond her other famous collaborators like Static and Ben-El.  That's fine, but "Zero Effort" was one of the biggest hits of the year and should have been a show-stopping performance, but it wasn't.  I felt the crowd was excited for the concert, but the overall mood was one of curiosity.  People wanted to see what a Netta concert was all about but didn't plan on losing their minds while dancing.  

"Straight Outta Compton", dir. F. Gary Gray; "Rolling Thunder Revue, A Bob Dylan Story", dir. Martin Scorsese

I watched these movies back to back, which made for an interesting contrast.  Both are set against the backdrop of political and social turmoil in the country, both stories are centred upon cults of personality for their chosen subjects.  However, the Dylan film uses the politics of the day merely to set the time and place, the music is presented as a literal travelling circus meant as a distraction from important real life problems.  Of course, NWA's music was a intended as an encapsulation of the real world, and was entirely reflective of their environment.   Dylan is a fascinating and befuddling character.  Each evening he dresses up as a half-zombie, half troubadour clown, constantly looking worn down by living a rock star lifestyle.  But when he hits the stage  he breathes fire, projecting an intensity and purpose every bit as lucid and intimidating as what NWA were doing. 

Between the two Martin Scorcese directed Dylan docs, I preferred "No Direction Home" by a wide margin.  Many rock fans knew next to nothing about the folk scene of the 50's and 60's, other than the fact that Dylan was a part of it.  That doc turned the scene into a living object filled with colourful characters and impassioned live performances.  The interviews in  "Rolling Thunder" are a mix of real and made up characters, and the faux-documentary aspect left me confused rather than amused.  It's interesting to see the likes of Joni Mitchell and Roger McGuinn caught in Rolling Thunder's orbit, tagging along with the tour and jamming with Dylan in their downtime.  And as I already mentioned, the main strength of the doc is its many outstanding stage performances.   Even Dylan admits at the end of the doc that the tour meant nothing and accomplished nothing, it was a fun thing to do at the time, but didn't have a broader cultural impact and was a money loser to boot.  

"Straight Outta Compton" goes the extra mile in its quest for realism.  The camera frequently catches its subjects at close range, it's almost like you're watching a live Go Pro feed from a person who was standing in the room at the time of the action.  Indoor scenes are dimly (and grimly) lit, scenes of violence are appropriately chaotic.  I think the story arc leaned too far into "Behind the Music" territory, searching for a fall and redemption that wasn't really there.   Dre and Cube were far more successful and relevant after leaving NWA, Eazy E floundered but still made a bundle of money off of Ruthless.  I don't know all the details, but was Jerry Heller any more corrupt than the average music exec?  The artists are always the last ones to get paid, I'm not excusing it, but Heller is clearly cast as a uniquely evil villain of the project whereas the moral failings of the NWA members are largely glossed over or ignored (Cube's anti-Semitism, Dre's domestic issues, E's promiscuity).     For the most part I enjoyed the movie for the same reasons I enjoyed, say, Anton Corbijn's "Control", in that it brilliantly reconstructs a bygone era and makes you a fly on the wall for moments that fans have longed to see.  

Superbowl LVI halftime show

People my age are now in the centre of the Superbowl halftime show demographic, i.e. people who don't follow contemporary music too much and wax maximum nostalgia for music from thirty years earlier. It's true that the boomer-era stars had a good run for most of the first decade of the 2000's, and haven't headlined since The Who in 2010.   The last ten plus of headliners have skewed much younger, certainly nobody can claim that The Weeknd (last year's headliner) isn't a huge star at the top of his game.  But don't fool yourself, do the math.  When Paul McCartney headlined in 2005, it had been twenty years since his last US top ten hit ("Spies Like Us", a song I remember nothing about).  In 2022, it has been eleven years (not including appearances as a featured artist) since Dre's last US top ten hit ("I Need a Doctor"), and twenty seven years since his last top ten before that ("Keep Their Heads Ringin"). Bruce Springsteen's last top ten was fifteen years before his SB headlining appearance, Prince's last was thirteen years previous.  Justin Timberlake, Shakira, Jennifer Lopez, and Coldplay were all twenty year veterans of the music business when they headlined.  These are criticisms only if you want them to be. Prince was a commercial force more recently than Dre (at the time of his SB headlining gig) and many people consider his set to be the best ever.  

This year's show felt fresh and different.  The staging was unique and highly original. Dre and Snoop looked like they were having the times of their lives out there.  Kendrick Lamar and Eminem were great for the most part, Mary J. Blige and 50 Cent not so much.  Obviously Eminem's kneeling gesture was approved by the NFL, this is a non-controversy that's been overblown.  If he had gone off script the director would have cut away or reframed the shot, in fact the opposite occurred and the camera lingered on him for about twenty seconds.  MJB's vocals sounded weak and nondescript, although that might have been due to the poor stadium acoustics and double tracked vocals for all the performers.  50 Cent appeared lazy and unmotivated, but no different than in the prime of his career in that sense.  Dre and Snoop came off like kings of the MF'ing block, STILL, after all these years.  All in all, it wasn't a perfect show by any means, but it was certainly one of the most memorable.

Cat Stevens

 More and more examples have cropped up where my steadfast opinions have slowly eroded over decades.  Songs I disliked in the 1980's (Phil Collins' "Against All Odds", Bruce Springsteen's "Dancing In the Dark") are now beloved classics, for instance.  Sometimes this applied to artists as well as songs.  Take Cat Stevens.  Even though he had left the music industry years before I had ever heard of him, in the mid to late 80's he was a hugely popular name and remained popular with classic rock fans under the age of 20.  I couldn't stand him.  To me he seemed like a poor man's Don McLean at best, taking himself far too seriously, bland post-hippie peace theorizing for the people who couldn't get enough of the "sensitive bearded guy with acoustic guitar"-type in their life.  

It took me a while to come around.  I became more acclimated to early 70's singer songwriter megastars in general (Carole King, Paul Simon, Gordon Lightfoot).  "The Wind" was used to devastating effect in the 7th season finale of "How I Met Your Mother".  I had kids, and songs like "Father and Son" took on new,  sentimental meanings.  I still don't like some of the big hits (e.g. "Wild World") but overall the man just gets it, displaying wisdom far beyond his years at the time.  He could capture a distinct feeling -- a brief moment -- with a simple lyric better than just about any of his then contemporaries this side of Lightfoot.  

Band Aid, "Do They Know It's Christmas?"

I listened to a lot of holiday music over Christmas weekend.  Binging on Spotify playlists, I found myself surprisingly moved by the Bing Crosby-style pre-RnR era songs, and pleasantly surprised by some of the modern songs by artists like Kelly Clarkson and Sia.  I still don't get the big deal about Mariah Carey's ubiquitous song, but after hitting the Christmas #1 spot on the Billboard chart for three straight years, you can't deny its place as one of the biggest and most enduring songs of its type in music history.  I can't help but notice that religious themed tracks are being phased out (I never hear the "Mary and the baby"-style caroling that I grew up with) and it's all about vaguely holiday themed love and togetherness.  Add some sleigh bells to the mix to make it crystal clear that you've recorded a holiday song and hope for regular airplay each December. 

I am not a push-button cancel culture type of person, but "Do They Know Its Christmas?" gets more disturbing to me each year.  The controversy surrounding this track (and the remakes) are not new.  The genesis of the track (well meaning pop stars record a charity song on very short notice) still makes for a wonderful story, and the repeated "feed the world" chorus can still get me choked up on occasion.  But it's gotten to the point where the smug, condescending tone of the lyrics is rapidly eroding my enjoyment of the song.  

The first verse starts innocently enough. Throw your arms around the world, spread the joy this time of year, and so on.  Then it all transforms into grim death -- literally -- and post-colonialist condescension.  The idea that Christmas should be the aspiration to save poor people from misery is absolutely soaked through with the stench of white man's burden.  As if the fact that Christmas isn't on the radar of people in a completely different part of the world -- regardless of their socio-economic condition -- is the saddest, most tragic fact imaginable and must be corrected without delay.  If the famine had been in, say, Saudi Arabia then perhaps more people would hear these lyrics for what they really are?

I have always liked the song and the Christmas season wouldn't be the same without hearing it a few times.  But I couldn't, in good conscience, oppose phasing it out of holiday playlists if a serious movement to do so arose.   

Future Sound of London, "Dead Cities"

This would be the eighth in a series of albums that I haven't heard in over twenty years, since the start of this blog in January 2020.  Except that's not exactly true in this case, because I don't think I ever heard "Dead Cities" in its entirely.  I was a fan of FSOL from "Papua New Guinea" onward, had "Lifeforms" and the Amorphous Androgynous albums in heavy rotation, but by 1996 I felt that they were following trends rather than leading them, and the trends they were following weren't the trends I was the least bit interested in.  Since I'd rather not repeat artists in this series, and seeing as I never heard the album to begin with, I'm reluctant to count this one.  On the other hand, it is a fairly notable album by a legendary act, and I just bought the beautiful limited edition that comes with a book and some amazing artwork ...

A few thoughts on this album:

"Herd Killing" utilizes the same sonic palate as "Lifeforms", clearly it's the same band that recorded that dreamy ambient/modern classical (two of the adjectives applied to "Lifeforms" at the time) album, except that the dreaded 1996 big beat sounds are seeping in.

"Her Fact Forms in Summertime".  This is more like it, a proto-Burial epic in miniature, featuring rainy nights stepping through flooded gutters in an urban hellscape crossed with chopped up b-boy street music.

"We Have Explosives".  The single owes an obvious debt to what the Chemical Brothers were doing at the time, but also shows glimpses of the rhythmic noise that would become popular in completely different circles in a few years time.  

"Everyone in the World Is Doing Something Without Me" radiates a starry eyed ambience with ethereal layered voices, but also carries the overwhelmingly horrifying feeling that everything is falling apart.  That's a combination of sounds and emotions that you almost never hear, but somehow they pulled it off.    

"Quagmire" is true to its name, a chaotic, messy soup of skittering beats, jazz samples, and futuristic noises, jazz samples.  That track bleeds into "In a State of Permanent Abyss" (the best title on the album IMO), which is an early 70's Kraftwerk-ian throwback of twinkling, bubbling synths.  This kicks off the more abstract second half of the album.    

"Yage" shines through as a centerpiece track, with a long ambient intro and outro bookending a kitchen sink collage of quaking bass, warped sitar-like drone, wall of sound dub effects, and face-smashing beats.   

Overall, "Dead Cities" sounds a lot better now than it probably did when it was first released.  Far removed from the fleeting trends that firmly date this album to the late 90's, there's an adventurous mixture of sounds to sink one's teeth into.  There are also a few forward thinking moments, showing that FSOL still had innovative trump cards up their sleeves.  

The Buchmann-Mehta School of Music Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Maestro Lahav Shani

This was the first post-COVID major performance for this orchestra, and everyone involved was thrilled and relieved to return to some semblance of normal performance practice.  This season opening performance presented a varied program featuring strong soloists, full of hits and very few misses.

The first piece, Tchaikovsky's "Rococo Variations" featuring cellist Jan Bogdan, featured some tentative playing by the orchestra, although this soloist's playing couldn't be faulted.  The next piece, Ibert's Flute Concerto featuring Avishai Srugo, demanded more playing from the orchestra, and they were up to the task.  Sometimes a dull accompanying part during a concerto makes for a complacent orchestra.  I loved this flute concerto, it is a modern piece (composed in 1934) full of vibrant, unconventional melodies and strained notes that stretch the range of the instrument in eye-opening ways.

After the break, soprano Yaara Atias performed two arias, the first (Mozart's "Se il padre perdei") was simply fine, but the second (Donizetti's "Il faut partir") was superlative and elicited strong reactions from the audience.  Finally, the full orchestra took the stage for Debussy's "La Mer", which was excellent and superbly conducted by Lahav Shani.  His somewhat underplayed Mahler 1 actually built my anticipation for this performance even more.  The things I didn't like about his Mahler (deliberate tempo and pacing, milking the slower, atmospheric parts) are perfect for "La Mer", and it didn't dissappoint.   

Opening of the Israel Philharmonic's 85th Anniversary Festivities

The IPO came up with a genius marketing plot to offer a first rate concert for the bargain price of 85 NIS as part of their 85th anniversary celebrations.  The absurdly low price guaranteed a packed house and an eclectic crowd.  On this night, the Bronfman Auditorium may have been the hippest spot to be seen in the city.    

I took immediately to "Prayer For String Orchestra", feeling the music's drawn out, solemn passages in my bones.  The composer of the work, Tzvi Avni, walked on stage for a bow at the conclusion of the piece in a very touching moment.  The next piece, Alphons Diepenbrock's "Im grossen Schweigen" (with Matthias Goerne performing the baritone solo), didn't connect with me in the same way, the lyrics cry out against to the loneliness of nature, but the music leaves me with little of that intended desperation or passion.     

Gustav Mahler's "Symphony No. 1" was beautifully played and elegantly conducted by Lahav Shani, but I found it underplayed in many key moments.  The third movement should alternate between a funereal lullaby and a folksy, slightly absurdist dance, but Shani played it as a rather straightforward slow movement.  I felt the symphony nearly ground to a halt around this point, although he did manage to pull things back together nicely for the second half of the fourth movement, leading to a suitably spectacular finale.  

Bernard Haitink RIP, and is classical music worthless?

When I was first encountering recorded classical music in the 1980's (mainly on cassette tape!), Haitink and von Karajan were the default conductors, their names were on practically anything.  Both enjoyed long and exceedingly prolific careers, and indeed made it a point to record just about everything of note in the standard repertoire, often multiple times.  Recently, I was shocked to discover that he was still actively conducting at age 90, his skills very much intact.    

Just yesterday I was listening to Haitink's recording of Shostakovich's 15th Symphony, coupled with the song cycle "From Jewish Folk Poetry".  In this instance, the "B-side" outshines the main event, Haitink had a sympathetic ear for Jewish themes, his acclaimed recording of Shostakovich's 13th Symphony providing another example.  Haitink reportedly claimed he got his breaks in the music industry only because of better talents being lost to the Holocaust.  That's a debt that can never be repaid, but I'd like to think that he had a mission to fulfill by recording historically fascinating compositions such as these.  "From Jewish Folk Poetry" is equal parts solemn lament and joyous celebration of life, Haitink was equally adept at conducting both styles.  

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Dave Hurwitz's latest rant, titled "How the industry made classical music worthless", goes to show that the music industry's follies transcend genres and span multiple generations of fans.  I agree that classical record companies made a ludicrous mistake by abandoning the prospects of mass marketing in the early 1950's, when every other major genre realized there were mountains of money to be made by selling records.  I wouldn't say that the music is worthless these days, but the reasons for the CD's decline is no different for classical music than for the other genres I've been writing about all these years.  Fans feel swindled by the record companies for paying inflated CD prices from the inception of the medium through the early 2000's.  Once CD burning technologies became installed in nearly every computer, and fans realized that their formerly exalted discs cost pennies to produce (but were routinely sold for upwards of $15-20), an entire generation of paying music fans were lost forever to filesharing and later streaming services.  

As noted by Hurwitz, multiple repackagings have exhausted even the most hardcore fans and diluted the market with inferior products -- this is certainly true for pop and rock as well.  Essentially the entire middle of the market has been hollowed out, leaving only the most dedicated fans willing to shell out money for special conversation pieces (180 gram vinyl re-releases with expanded artwork, Record Store Day exclusives, etc) and those who are happy to dabble in paid or free streaming services and have no use for a physical product.  

One could argue that Haitink and Karajan contributed to this by oversaturating the market and ruining things for future generations, but I personally would not (and not just out of respect for Haitink's recent passing).  Karajan supposedly sold hundreds of millions of records and is still a notable name more than thirty years after his death, he was unquestionably doing something right.   

The war against genres is over

I used to hate genre labels.  Privately, I wanted to hatch a master plan to eliminate them completely.  These labels are supposed to divide music into convenient, easily digestible categories, thereby directing the interested listener to what he or she wants to hear, for example, in helping you browse through large inventory in a music store.  However, my chief complaint was that genres actually misdirect people.  Cross pollination across genres had made simple categorization impossible and attempting to shoehorn everyone into a single genre was doing their art a disservice.  Fans had illogical and stupid negative associations with particular genres ("nobody listens to techno!" or  "I like everything except rap and country") that prevented listeners from exploring new types of music. The only solution, I thought, was to alphabetize everything and let the listeners work out what they wanted, free from the genre labels.  This would make the job of journalists and record store employees a bit harder, but would force them to earn their pay by describing the music more colourfully and making informed recommendations by drawing on their (alleged) wealth of experience.  

Twenty years later, and of course the world has changed.  Streaming radio based on algorithms, beginning with Pandora, were able to tailor their broadcasts to the personal taste of the listener.  Genre boundaries came crashing down as the program would collate the music you actually liked and remarkably got better at the task the more you listened.  These days, Google and Youtube recommendations are so advanced, they know my tastes better than I do a lot of the time.  Autoplay meets my approval far more often than not.  As we all know, brick and mortar stores have mostly faded away.  Apps can direct you to great music far better than any craggy record store clerk ever could.

My private war is now moot.  Lately, I enjoy comparing Spotify and Apple Music playlists. Spotify has more tantalizing moods and eclectic playlist ideas than I know what to do with.  A "shoegaze classics" playlist contains many of the usual suspects (but not always their most obvious tracks) but also a broad selection of lesser known bands.  It's a playlist far more steeped in deep cuts and I'm likely to get a few new (new to me) band recommendations each time I listen.  On the other hand, Apple's comparable playlist has a more straightforward selection of bands and songs, and seems to aim at linking fans of different groups rather than curating the best shoegaze songs.  For instance, The Cure's "Plainsong" isn't shoegaze in the least, but I don't know a single fan of the music who doesn't like The Cure, so it's a fair choice.  But Oasis' "Don't Look Back In Anger"?  That's a major algorithm fail.

Neither approach is intrinsically better.  Sometimes you prefer the hits, sometimes the more obscure stuff.  It's all good!   I approve of our computer overlords, etc.