Your Taste in Music is Fucked Up

Remain in Light
Talking Heads
SRK 6095
1980
Sire Records Company

This girl I worked with – Laura was her name – picked me up in her Jeep CJ5 rag-top to go to a party just to celebrate Saturday night. This was in 1983, during a hot July weekend. Laura was a pothead and had a lit bong between her legs as we drove to the house of festivities.

I buckled myself up in the Jeep as I cradled a stack of vinyl in my arms. This was what you did back then when you went to parties – you brought LPs to share. And I’ll admit that I took a couple long drags off of Laura’ bong, which is also something you did back then when you went to parties.

Its a risky proposition (then as now), sharing music that you personally love with people who may not give a shit. In a party situation, its even more risky. One of the albums in the stack I brought to that party was Talking Heads Remain in Light.

Back in ’83, Talking Heads was on the verge of a mass breakthrough but the band was still relatively unknown by the mainstream. However, there was a cult of Heads followers, which included so-called college student ‘intellectuals’ who gravitated toward the band’s quirky lyrics and manic live performances. David Byrne’s odd looks and sense of humor helped seal the deal for kids looking for something adventurous – but nothing too frightening. As part of the Heads breakthrough, Speaking in Tongues, released in 1983, was kind of new-wavy but was ultimately a mainstream journey just different enough for those wanting a little more risk than, say, Bryan Adams.

Remain in Light (1980), on the other hand, was not mainstream thanks to punky/psychedelic production by Brian Eno punctuated by Adrian Belew’s trippy, dissonant and altered state-inducing guitar work. Byrne’s lyrics were almost impenetrable and provided expansive abstraction. Ironically, the record spawned a semi-hit – Once in a Lifetime – that helped put the Heads on the map. Over the years, Once in a Lifetime has become a staple on classic rock radio, which points to the evolution of taste. In 1980, the stations playing that song were more of the ‘underground’ nature. The rest of the songs on Remain in Light never saw the light of day on radio. They couldn’t. Either they were too long or too bizarre (Seen and Not Seen anyone?).

Stumbling into the party already stoned and wrecked was the perfect recipe for spinning Remain in Light, which I promptly put on the host’s turntable. There were other people at the party already stoned and wrecked and I couldn’t wait for the oozing Belew guitar solo that worms its way into Houses in Motion, just to watch other listeners react to the lysergic sonic soundscape.

When the solo hit, in my state, I felt it stretch forever, but I was digging it: every peak and valley sluicing through my synapse, a cosmological experience of innerspace, color and dissipating time. I was experiencing visionary geometrical imagery (that was some weed Laura had!) during Belew’s warpage – a psychedelic break that, apparently, others didn’t appreciate.

Laura, who was twice as ripped as I, looked at me and said (buried under Heads cacophony), “Your taste in music is fucked up.”

© 2017 Chris Barry

That’s a Small Lyric Sheet

Greetings From
Timbuk3
I.R.S. 5739
1986
I.R.S

Hit single (that one about wearing shades and a bright future) almost relegated this excellent duo into that dreaded sub-sub genre know as the ‘novelty act.’ This was one of my first CDs back in ’86 and was one of the better sounding ones.

I think that disc – back then – set me back $15.99, give or take. And now I found it on vinyl yesterday at Purple Dog Records (Naperville, IL) for a buck.

It’s sonic quality blows the CD away.

But the lyric sheet, which is maddening, portends the inevitable smallness of those found in CD packages…haha.

© 2017 Chris Barry

This World of Vinyl is a Wild World

Takin’ It to the Streets
Doobie Brothers
BS 2899
1976
Warner Bros.

Takin’ It to the Streets is a very precise, very analog listen.

Ted Templeman (Van Halen) produced and Steely Dan influenced, which isn’t a surprise since both Jeff ‘Skunk’ Baxter and Michael McDonald spent time with Donald Fagen and Walter Becker. Either way, this is my favorite McDonald-era Doobies joint because it’s just so sonically embracing on a melodic trip that grabs you.

For those not convinced that vinyl is the best (if not the only) way to hear music, you have to spin discs like Takin’ It to the Streets. It’s not about whether the music sounds ‘dated’ (Takin’ It to the Streets isn’t dated, its of a certain time), or if doesn’t quite fit within the oeuvre of an Ed Sheeran or a Mac DeMarco.

DeMarco, by the way, is a huge fan of Michael McDonald, a fact he revealed on Marc Maron’s WTF Podcast recently. DeMarco also had some interesting things to say about Steely Dan – a band he also loves. But he said things I don’t necessarily agree with when it comes to Steely Dan. Like Steely Dan is good for people who don’t necessarily want to be challenged.

Opposite of that, Steely Dan is challenging, instrumentally and lyrically. DeMarco’s complaint about Dan is their lack of emotional connection – but that’s the point and, ultimately, their music’s emotional connection.

Either way, this whole analog business, this vinyl business, has some people really angsty.

Fans vs. profiteers.

Music fans resent music profiteers. They resent shelf-stackers who buy everything up just to load their collections.

This world of vinyl is a wild world.

© 2017 Chris Barry

Never Leave a Record Unattended

What’s Going On
Marvin Gaye
TS310
1971
Tamla

A  few weeks back I was at 2nd & Charles in Naperville, IL, digging through crates of vinyl when I came across a pretty rough 1965 mono release of Decembers Children (And Everybody’s) by the Stones. The jacket was pretty beat up and the vinyl was dirty and scuffed (but no deep divots) and, I figured, a run through the Spin-Clean, and it would probably be relatively playable.

It had a price tag of $20 and my LP budget for that day was $25. So the inner debate started. Do I spend $20 on a rough and tumble Stones (probably as I’m currently in the process of building my Stones collection) or continue to hunt through the bins and buy 3-5 inexpensive LPs and stay within my budget (another probably)?

There appeared to be nobody else near the album bins, so I figured I’d continue digging and then come back to the Stones after I was finished flipping through the rest of the records in the store – a process which typically takes about an hour at this particular 2nd & Charles.

The mistake I made was leaving the Stones unattended because while I was going through the bins, I decided I’d bite and purchase the record. So I went back to where it was and…it was gone. My heart sank. I felt a surge of panic, like something was stolen from me. I looked around and didn’t see anyone carrying it with them – in fact, I didn’t see anyone else in the store.

I went to the clerk at the checkout counter and asked her if someone had just bought the Stones record and she said someone had – about 10 minutes ago.

What I learned from this miserable experience was never to leave records you may want unattended. From that point on, I decided that every time I go on a vinyl expedition, I was going to carry around with me every record I was thinking I may buy while digging through crates.

Is that rude to do so? To keep someone from accessing a record I’m carrying? I don’t care.

Is it a pain in the ass to carry arms full of records around with me while browsing? Yes. But, again, I don’t care.

Just the other day I grabbed up a well-loved Marvin Gaye What’s Going On and held on to it (with about 10 other possibilities) during my search.

When it came time to choose from my stack (of which What’s Going On was one of), I neatly replaced the ones I decided not to buy in their rightful place.

© 2017 Chris Barry

Q: Are We Not Punk? A: We Are New Wave!

Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo!
Devo
BSK 3239
1978
Warner Bros. Records Inc.

By 1980, I was acquiring a lot of vinyl. Every weekend I’d drive to my local record store to dig through crates looking for the latest LPs. The Clash’s London Calling was my first taste of ‘punk,’ although now I don’t consider it punk at all – its just straight up rock. But in those bygone days it did open my doors of musical perception.

The definitions of subgenres within rock music have always been confusing especially to consumers. In the late ’70s, the term ‘punk’ incited a visceral reaction in your average top-40 listener with images of Johnny Rotten spitting on his audience so new bands like the Cars needed a safer tag and “New Wave” seemed to work.

According to a passage in Wikepedia, here’s one theory on the genesis of the term “New Wave”:

In November 1976 Caroline Coon used Malcolm McLaren’s term “new wave” to designate music by bands not exactly punk, but related to the same musical scene. The term was also used in that sense by music journalist Charles Shaar Murray in his comments about the Boomtown Rats. For a period of time in 1976 and 1977, the terms new wave and punk were somewhat interchangeable. By the end of 1977, “new wave” had replaced “punk” as the definition for new underground music in the UK.

In 1978 Devo’s first LP, Q: Are We Not Men A: We Are Devo! was considered a ‘novelty,’ but I think it fit squarely into the New Wave subgenre.

Recently finding this record was a coup for me because their quirky song, Jocko Homo (which barely got any radio airplay back in ’78), has been an earworm of mine forever. I just haven’t been able to secure the record even though its probably not too hard to find.

I remember Devo doing Jocko Homo on SNL back in ’79 and thinking they were certifiable and weird. But I also remember my parents actually being outraged at the performance, which is crazy because Devo didn’t do anything salacious – they were just wacked.

Now, some 40 years later, the album, which was produced by Brian Eno, sounds more akin to Talking Heads. In fact, Talking Heads released More Songs About Buildings and Food the same year and it was also produced by Eno. Hence the similarities.

Hearing the record on vinyl is a sonic kick – its rich and filled with strange noises like the ‘calculator’ sound found in the first cut Uncontrollable Urge.

The LP is also subversive. Listen to their cover of the Stones’ (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction. It roboticizes the Jagger swagger, which makes the already suggestive song sound dirtier. And its funny to hear Devo kill it better than the Stones.

Side two is raucous and loud and actually contains some lengthy (by Devo standards) guitar solos, not to mention  dissonant guitar blips juxtaposed next to some beautifully rendered guitar passages as well as some Chuck Berry riffing going on. The whole LP is a stew of weirdness and style in the making.

The jacket’s artwork provided no clue as to what the band was actually like. Illustrated by Joe Heiner, the image is based on a picture of golfer Chi-Chi Rodriguez. Its a compelling graphic and seems to satirize…something. Golf? Corporate image-making? Candy-coated fun? The suburban sporting life? Hard to say, but the jacket artwork is worthy of framing.

So – Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! is one of those records that if you see it and don’t have it, grab it.

© 2017 Chris Barry

I’m Not Gonna Steal Your Fuckin’ Records

Let’s Get It On
Marvin Gaye
T 329V1
1973
Tamla

An empty jacket on the shelves means the store is keeping the corresponding LP behind the counter so you have to ask for it when you go up to pay.

I’ve seen this done with so-called premium or ‘rare’ records – the albums store owners think are going to get switched out with inferior records or – worse – stolen.

The stores have a million reasons why they do it: “people will slip an extra record into the sleeve,” “people will swap a beat up record with a record in good condition,” “people will slip the LP into their coat and walk out,” etc.

This retail practice is all about what people might do. Its indicative of a lack of trust that store owners have for their customers (or potential customers).

I get it – people steal shit. They shoplift. But if I decide not to come back to a store because I can’t examine the vinyl I’m about to purchase because the record’s being held hostage behind the counter, the store is probably going to lose a purchase – mine – and not just one but many. Many more purchases lost than any $5 (or $50) record jammed in someone’s pants.

But does a store care about its customers? If its one of those corporate stores like Half Price Books, probably not. They get so many people coming and going, they could care less who graces their threshold. The thing is though, if I feel disrespected, I’m not going back and I’m going to talk about the experience online in groups like Vinyl Addiction on Facebook. And write about it on this blog…and tweet about it.

Lets face it – empty jackets on the store shelves are a sign of disrespect. And condescending. And that you don’t matter. This is a larger customer service issue that goes deeper than trying to curtail shoplifting. It’s a corporate fear masked by a superiority complex that actually implies the customer doesn’t mean anything – that all customers are potential thieves.

Its anti-customer service.

As a paying consumer, I deserve the opportunity to look at what I’m about to buy. Not be christened as a potential thief.

© 2017 Chris Barry