Showing posts with label Brian Eno. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brian Eno. Show all posts

Friday, May 15, 2015

Brian Eno – "Backwater" (1977)


There was a senator from Ecuador
Who talked about a meteor
That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru

And those aren't even the weirdest lines from this song.  Check out these:

But if you study the logistics
And heuristics of the mystics
You will find that their minds rarely move in a line

Or these:

And the shorter of the porter's daughters
Dips her hand in the deadly waters
Ooh, what to do in a tiny canoe?

Click here to read an earlier 2 or 3 lines that discusses how Brian Eno writes song lyrics.

Today is May 15, which happens to be Eno's birthday.  

Happy 67th birthday to Brian Eno!
Of course, a lot of other people were born on May 15 – including 47 men who played major-league baseball.

How do I know that?  Because the Baseball Reference website – www.baseball-reference.com – told me so.

In 1983, when my oldest child was born, there was no such thing as the Internet.  So while I was waiting for my new son and his mother to come home from the hospital, I went through the old Macmillan Baseball Encyclopedia page by page and took note of every player who had been born on September 19.  (The Baseball Encyclopedia was a couple of thousand pages long as I recall, and there were 12,000 or so players listed in it.)


There were a lot of good players born on September 19, including Hall of Famers Duke Snider and Joe Morgan and old-timers Yank Robinson, Sadie McMahon, Stuffy McInnis, and Astyanax Douglass.  I was able to construct a good hypothetical baseball team from the players who were born on September 19.  

You can also construct a pretty good hypothetical team from players with May 15 birthdays.

Here's the starting lineup for a May 15 team:

  C – A. J. Hinch.  (The current manager of the Houston Astros, Hinch was a major-league catcher from 1998-2004.)

Justin Morneau
1B – Justin Morneau.  (He's in his 13th major-league season and is a four-time All-Star.  Morneau was the least-deserving MVP of all time in 2006, but we won't hold that against him.)
  
2B – Brian Dozier.  (The 27-year-old Dozier is playing his fourth season as the 2B for the Minnesota Twins.  Last year, he hit 23 HRs, had 21 stolen bases, and walked 89 times.)

George Brett
3B – George Brett.  (A .305 career batting average, 3154 career hits, 317 home runs – he's in the Hall of Fame and clearly deserves to be there.)

SS – Steve Yerkes.  (Yerkes was a middle infielder for the Red Sox before jumping to the upstart Federal League in 1914.  He played in over 700 major-league games between 1909 and 1916, and was a solid batter and fielder.)

LF – Michael Brantley.  (Brantley is playing his 7th season for the Cleveland Indians.  Last year he hit .327, bashed 20 home runs, and finished 3rd in the AL MVP voting.)


CF – Bill North.  (North was the extremely speedy center fielder for the great Oakland A's teams of the early seventies.  He stole 395 bases in 11 major-league seasons.)

RF – Jimmy Wasdell.  (The well-travelled Wasdell played all three OF positions and 1B for seven different major-league squads between 1937 and 1947.  His career average was .273, and he struck out only 165 times in 2866 at-bats.)

SP – John Smoltz.  (Smoltz won 213 games in his career, had more strikeouts than hits allowed, and made the all-star team eight times.  He's another Hall of Famer.)  

Brian Eno (and friend) in 1977
Brian Eno is English, but I somehow doubt that he would have turned out as a major-league baseball player if he had grown up in the United States.

But he's a Hall-of-Fame-caliber musician, composer, record producer, and visual artist.  


Here's "Backwater," from his 1977 album, Before and After Science:



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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Devo -- "Gut Feeling/(Slap Your Mammy)" (1978)


Something about the way you taste
Makes me want to clear my throat

Herewith begins a new series of 2 or 3 lines posts.  (The old series rarely if ever truly end -- they just fade away when I forget about them.)

This series will feature the music I liked in the time period that began when I left law school and ended when I had children -- mid-1977 through mid-1983.  I'm going to serve you up some new wave, some punk, some art rock, and who knows what else.  (I usually have no particular plan when I start a new series, and this one is no exception.)

(I read it in translation)
Here's a quote from Michel Houellebecq's novel, La carte et le territoire (The Map and the Territory):  

Jed would be asked numerous times what it meant, in his eyes, to be an artist.  He would find nothing very interesting or original to say, except one thing, which he would consequently repeat in each interview: to be an artist, in his view, was above all to be someone submissive.  Someone who submitted himself to mysterious, unpredictable messages . . . messages which nonetheless commanded you in an imperious and categorical manner . . . to set off in a radically new direction, or even occasionally no direction at all.

Exactly.  Which explains why I am writing about a group that I haven't thought about for three decades or more -- a group that I would have remembered as recently as last week as being the object of a short-lived and rather shallow enthusiasm of mine, which was based almost entirely on their novelty and eccentricity rather than any real musical merit or significance -- a group whose music I have suddenly realized is brilliant and absolutely original.

Devo (wearing energy domes)
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I speak of . . . Devo.  (Of course!)    

A funny thing happened to me recently while I was on the road to Damascus.  (Actually, I was taking a walk in my neighborhood with my dog and my iPod.)

The long instrumental introduction to "Gut Feeling/(Slap Your Mammy)" -- you'll find it on side two of Devo's debut album, Q: Are We Not Men?  A: We Are Devo! -- was playing, and suddenly a light from Akron, Ohio, flashed all around me, and I fell to the ground and was blind.


As I lay on the ground, I listened to the song three times, and something like scales fell from my eyes and I could see again.  A neighbor who closely resembled Brian Eno (the producer of We Are Devo!) placed his hands on me.  A mom driving her kids to the local pool stopped her minivan and asked if everything was alright, and the neighbor who looked like Brian Eno told her, "This man is my chosen instrument to proclaim Devo's name to the residents of Flower Valley, and the people of the Parkwood High School class of 1970, and those all around the world who randomly stumble upon the wildly popular 2 or 3 lines."

Hearing his words, the mom in the minivan rolled up the window, locked her doors, and got the hell out of there -- no doubt calling 911 as she drove away.  As for me, I got up and returned to my home, where I took some food (a slice of leftover pepperoni and mushroom pizza).

(I had a similar experience)
Now that I have regained my strength, I am ready to preach to the unbelievers that Devo's music is unexcelled.  I will talk to and debate with the followers of of Supertramp, and John Cougar Mellencamp, and Bon Jovi, and Bruce Springsteen, and they will try to kill me.

But I will speak boldly in the name of Devo, and 2 or 3 lines will enjoy a time of peace and be strengthened, and those who click on its ads will increase in numbers.  

(Apologies to Acts 9:1-31.  You don't think you-know-who is going to find this blasphemous, do you?  I'm just funnin' a little.)

"Gut Feeling" is worthy of comment in part because it has an unusual structure, consisting of phrases that are five measures long.  Each measure features a different chord -- E, G, C, A, and D (in that order).

This five-chord progression is repeated relentlessly throughout the lengthy instrumental introduction to the song, and the same pattern continues through the verses and chorus, which are sung by Mark Mothersbaugh.  It is as compelling as it is simple, and I wouldn't mind it a bit if the song kept going for an hour or so.

Devo lead singer Mark Mothersbaugh at age 60
The "(Slap Your Mammy)" part of the title comes from the last minute or so of the track, when the five-measure phrase are abandoned and Mark Mothersbaugh (who wrote the music for the Nickelodeon Rugrats series, among other things) sings "Slap your mammy down, slap your pappy down again" over and over.

Here's a clip featuring the instrumental introduction to "Gut Feeling" from the 2004 movie, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou.  The whole movie (like all Wes Anderson movies) is just as nonsensical as this clip is, so don't feel bad if you don't get it -- the only thing to get is that there's really nothing to get.  



Believe it or not, the Weather Channel has used "Gut Feeling" as background music for its local forecasts.



Here's a fascinating old video of Devo performing "Gut Feeling" live at the late, great Max's Kansas City club in New York City in 1977.



Here's Devo performing the song at an outdoor concert in California in 1996.



The drummer is fan-f*cking-tas-tic, n'est-ce pas?  And note Bob Mothersbaugh's LaBaye 2x4 guitar (so named because the body resembles a 2x4):


Here's "Gut Feeling/(Slap Your Mammy)":



Here's a link you can use to order the song from Amazon: