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Stephen Stills, Emmylou Harris, Dr John honoured at Americana Awards

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Stephen Stills, Emmylou Harris and Dr John were among the artists honoured at the Americana Music Honors & Awards 2013 on Wednesday night [September 18]. The ceremony took place in the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville. Stills also performed "For What It's Worth", alongside fellow Buffalo Springfie...

Stephen Stills, Emmylou Harris and Dr John were among the artists honoured at the Americana Music Honors & Awards 2013 on Wednesday night [September 18].

The ceremony took place in the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville. Stills also performed “For What It’s Worth”, alongside fellow Buffalo Springfield member Richie Furay shortly after being awarded the Spirit of Americana/Free Speech in Music Award.

Among other performances, Dr John was joined by Dan Auerbach of The Black Keys for “I Walk On Guilded Splinters”, backed by a house band who included Don Was and Larry Campbell.

The Americana Music Honors & Awards 2013 winners are:

Album of the Year: ‘Old Yellow Moon’ Emmylou Harris & Rodney Crowell

Artist of the Year: Dwight Yoakam

Duo Group of the Year: Emmylou Harris & Rodney Crowell

Song of the Year: ‘Birmingham’ Shovels & Rope

Emerging Artist of the Year: Shovels & Rope

Instrumentalist of the year: Larry Campbell

Trailblazer Award: Old Crow Medicine Show

Spirit of Americana / Free Speech in Music Award co-presented by the Americana Music Association and the First Amendment Center: Stephen Stills

Lifetime Achievement for Instrumentalist: Duane Eddy

Lifetime Achievement Award for Executive: Chris Strachwitz

Lifetime Achievement for Performance: Dr. John

Lifetime Achievement Award for Songwriter: Robert Hunter

President’s Award: Hank Williams

Paddy McAloon: “I would have happily given it all up for a good night’s sleep”

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Prefab Sprout’s Paddy McAloon has said he would have given up all his talent for a good night’s sleep when his tinnitus was at its worst. Speaking in the new issue of Uncut, dated October 2013 and out now, McAloon said he suffered particularly badly from the hearing problem for around six mon...

Prefab Sprout’s Paddy McAloon has said he would have given up all his talent for a good night’s sleep when his tinnitus was at its worst.

Speaking in the new issue of Uncut, dated October 2013 and out now, McAloon said he suffered particularly badly from the hearing problem for around six months last decade, and still has difficulty hearing bass in his right ear.

“Something happens in my right ear where bass frequencies disappear, so when I work on low-range things I have to shift them to a higher octave so I can hear them,” he says.

“It’s more or less manageable now, but I had a terrible six months when the noises in my head just wouldn’t switch off. There was a point where I would have happily given it all up, any talent I might have, for a night’s sleep.

“And my three daughters had to learn to be quiet around me, which is a terrible thing for children to have to do.”

Prefab Sprout’s new album, Crimson/Red – their first album of genuinely brand new material for more than a decade – is released on October 7.

The new issue of Uncut is out now.

Photo: Kevin Westenberg

Pulp interviewed, June 1992: “I haven’t got a City & Guilds certificate or anything…”

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I’ve just noticed it’s Jarvis Cocker’s 50th birthday, and used it as an excuse to dig this out: my NME interview with a pre-fame Pulp in June 1992. Had a look for the one I did with them just before the (at the time) last gig a decade later and couldn’t find it, annoyingly… "Pulp is... being an anachronism of any kind... living in a dream world... being totally unrealistic... making contact with beings from other planets and snogging them... it's not being different for the sake of it - that's immature... it's all of these things and more - but most of all it's about you and us, and what we can get up to together - OK? - alright, here we go..." (Pulp propaganda) Today, Pulp is... trying to be superstars in your hometown... organising party games for drunks... loving Des O'Connor and not having to say you're sorry... being fantastic... being mundane... being fantastic and mundane at the same time... dreaming of space-age Sheffield... "Sheffield's full of half-assed visions of cities of the future that turn into a pile of rubbish," Russell Senior reflects, standing on the biggest traffic roundabout in Europe. "We grew up reading the local paper and seeing 'Sheffield, city of the future,' with a map of how it's going to be and pictures of everyone walking around in spacesuits, smiling. But we're the only ones who took it seriously..." "When I was younger I definitely thought I'd live in space," says Jarvis Cocker ruefully. "But when you realise you're not going to, it colours your life; you can't think, 'It's alright if I'm signing on because I'll be on Mars soon', you have to try and get it down here." So what are you getting into at the moment? "Cooking. It's very good. Cooking for your friends is very therapeutic, and they always say it's nice, 'cos they're just pleased they didn't have to get out of their seats to help." Pulp - singer Jarvis, guitarist/violinist Russell, Nick Banks (drums), Steve Mackey (bass) and Candida Doyle (Farfisa, Korg and Stylophone) - are sitting in a dressing room at the Sheffield Leadmill with a pointless prop - a large, silver, faintly sinister head - for company. It is a special day. In the afternoon, hundreds of balloons have been released to mark the debut of their new label, Gift, a perverse indie spin-off from local Techno-vendors Warp. Later, they will play a dizzily great set of twisted disco melodrama. For now, though, they have a long ten years - and extraordinarily unsuccessful career to explain. "Music's the only thing that can keep you going," says Jarvis, reassuringly clichéd. "If you're not getting paid loads of money and not getting loads of girls sayin ' You're smashing', that's the only thing to fall back on. When I was at school I had specs and bad teeth and was a bit lanky, and so no girls were really interested, but I thought that if I was in a group they'd think I was good... So on that level I've failed miserably. But that's why all sad kids do it, innit? Standing on the stage is like wanking off in front of a mirror. People in bands are social misfits aren't they?" Looking at Jarvis - still wearing specs, still lanky (I didn't check his teeth) - and the rest of Pulp clad in a hundred shades of brown, a bit of lamé and countless other '70s synthetic atrocities, it's hard not to conclude that they're proud to be social misfits. Russell, meanwhile, is musing on how a band who haven't released an album since 1985 have kept going. "A band that's been together for a decade and has never sold any records is either very, very crap indeed OR they've got something strong keeping them together. I can't make up my mind which of those two it is yet." "It's about not being able to make it in the real world," reckons Jarvis, back on his misfit tack. "I haven't got a City & Guilds certificate or anything, I haven't got a skill." What about film work (he and Steve are fully trained and occasionally practising video-makers)? "Oh yeah, I have got that," he admits bashfully. "But that's why I went to college, 'cos you do see sad characters walking around who used to be in a band about five years ago, and they always look like a dog that's got lost." A former member of Pulp staggers into the dressing room, sits on an ironing board, breaks it and leaves the venue before the band play because he has to get up early to do his post round. Somewhere in the Leadmill, Simon Hinkler, ex-Mission member and old Pulpster mingles with his insalubrious past, "He did a lot of work for Pulp but doesn't like to talk about it," Russell reveals. About enough people to make up two football teams passed through the ranks in the '80s - "The wilderness decade" - it transpires. "The very first bass player we had was called Fungus," remembers Jarvis, "and he used to play the songs five times faster so he could finish and go and have an ice-cream. Then we had another one who looked about 11 years old. At our first concert his bass started feeding back, and he didn't know what to do, so he just ran away from the speaker and fell into the audience. We have had some funny people..." Pulp are currently busier, in bigger demand, than ever before. There's a frantically groovy new single, 'OU', about someone woken up by the sound of his girlfriend leaving him and wondering whether to chase after her or stay in bed; plus there's an album recorded in 1989, 'Separations', finally set for release on their old label, Fire. Both are tense, funny, fizzily danceable and flamboyantly out of step with most of the world, let alone the music scene. "I like the light entertainment, Des O' Connor feel more than the greasy 'I'm on Highway 66, man' feel," says arch-crooner Cocker. "It's something that's going to die out. You listen to radio 2 - well, I do anyway - and they play Matt Monroe, Engelbert Humperdinck and stuff that doesn't really get made anymore. It's a bit clichéd, and that's why people think it's cheesy. But the reason why people performed in that way is 'cos it's quite effective; if you can break through the cheese barrier, you can make contact..." And so they go on. About people who find their balloons will be treated to a night in with Pulp, to listen to sports themes and BBC Radiophonic Workshop records, and play Stereo Ker-Plunk. About how Choppers are better than Grifters, and how Russell once smashed up the Leadmill dressing room in a fit of pique, only to be caught the next morning sneaking in to replace the bulbs he'd broken. The last I see of Jarvis, he's standing on the bar at the after-show party, trying to organise the drunken liggers to play musical statues for a can of beer, while 'Nevermind' stops and starts incongruously in the background. It is, like a knackered redcoat struggling to bring culture to barbarians, not a pretty sight. The last I see of Candida, she's leafing through the Leadmill's visitors' book. Amidst pages of revealing scrawls - Spiritualized's inscrutable squiggles, Sultans Of Ping FC's unfunny cartoons - Pulp are there again and again and again; strange, sardonic, not all there but always bloody there. Whoever said all good things must come to an end was a useless liar. Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

I’ve just noticed it’s Jarvis Cocker’s 50th birthday, and used it as an excuse to dig this out: my NME interview with a pre-fame Pulp in June 1992. Had a look for the one I did with them just before the (at the time) last gig a decade later and couldn’t find it, annoyingly…

“Pulp is… being an anachronism of any kind… living in a dream world… being totally unrealistic… making contact with beings from other planets and snogging them… it’s not being different for the sake of it – that’s immature… it’s all of these things and more – but most of all it’s about you and us, and what we can get up to together – OK? – alright, here we go…”

(Pulp propaganda)

Today, Pulp is… trying to be superstars in your hometown… organising party games for drunks… loving Des O’Connor and not having to say you’re sorry… being fantastic… being mundane… being fantastic and mundane at the same time… dreaming of space-age Sheffield…

“Sheffield’s full of half-assed visions of cities of the future that turn into a pile of rubbish,” Russell Senior reflects, standing on the biggest traffic roundabout in Europe. “We grew up reading the local paper and seeing ‘Sheffield, city of the future,’ with a map of how it’s going to be and pictures of everyone walking around in spacesuits, smiling. But we’re the only ones who took it seriously…”

“When I was younger I definitely thought I’d live in space,” says Jarvis Cocker ruefully. “But when you realise you’re not going to, it colours your life; you can’t think, ‘It’s alright if I’m signing on because I’ll be on Mars soon’, you have to try and get it down here.” So what are you getting into at the moment? “Cooking. It’s very good. Cooking for your friends is very therapeutic, and they always say it’s nice, ‘cos they’re just pleased they didn’t have to get out of their seats to help.”

Pulp – singer Jarvis, guitarist/violinist Russell, Nick Banks (drums), Steve Mackey (bass) and Candida Doyle (Farfisa, Korg and Stylophone) – are sitting in a dressing room at the Sheffield Leadmill with a pointless prop – a large, silver, faintly sinister head – for company. It is a special day. In the afternoon, hundreds of balloons have been released to mark the debut of their new label, Gift, a perverse indie spin-off from local Techno-vendors Warp. Later, they will play a dizzily great set of twisted disco melodrama. For now, though, they have a long ten years – and extraordinarily unsuccessful career to explain.

“Music’s the only thing that can keep you going,” says Jarvis, reassuringly clichéd. “If you’re not getting paid loads of money and not getting loads of girls sayin ‘ You’re smashing’, that’s the only thing to fall back on. When I was at school I had specs and bad teeth and was a bit lanky, and so no girls were really interested, but I thought that if I was in a group they’d think I was good… So on that level I’ve failed miserably. But that’s why all sad kids do it, innit? Standing on the stage is like wanking off in front of a mirror. People in bands are social misfits aren’t they?”

Looking at Jarvis – still wearing specs, still lanky (I didn’t check his teeth) – and the rest of Pulp clad in a hundred shades of brown, a bit of lamé and countless other ’70s synthetic atrocities, it’s hard not to conclude that they’re proud to be social misfits. Russell, meanwhile, is musing on how a band who haven’t released an album since 1985 have kept going. “A band that’s been together for a decade and has never sold any records is either very, very crap indeed OR they’ve got something strong keeping them together. I can’t make up my mind which of those two it is yet.”

“It’s about not being able to make it in the real world,” reckons Jarvis, back on his misfit tack. “I haven’t got a City & Guilds certificate or anything, I haven’t got a skill.” What about film work (he and Steve are fully trained and occasionally practising video-makers)? “Oh yeah, I have got that,” he admits bashfully. “But that’s why I went to college, ‘cos you do see sad characters walking around who used to be in a band about five years ago, and they always look like a dog that’s got lost.”

A former member of Pulp staggers into the dressing room, sits on an ironing board, breaks it and leaves the venue before the band play because he has to get up early to do his post round. Somewhere in the Leadmill, Simon Hinkler, ex-Mission member and old Pulpster mingles with his insalubrious past, “He did a lot of work for Pulp but doesn’t like to talk about it,” Russell reveals. About enough people to make up two football teams passed through the ranks in the ’80s – “The wilderness decade” – it transpires. “The very first bass player we had was called Fungus,” remembers Jarvis, “and he used to play the songs five times faster so he could finish and go and have an ice-cream. Then we had another one who looked about 11 years old. At our first concert his bass started feeding back, and he didn’t know what to do, so he just ran away from the speaker and fell into the audience. We have had some funny people…”

Pulp are currently busier, in bigger demand, than ever before. There’s a frantically groovy new single, ‘OU’, about someone woken up by the sound of his girlfriend leaving him and wondering whether to chase after her or stay in bed; plus there’s an album recorded in 1989, ‘Separations’, finally set for release on their old label, Fire. Both are tense, funny, fizzily danceable and flamboyantly out of step with most of the world, let alone the music scene.

“I like the light entertainment, Des O’ Connor feel more than the greasy ‘I’m on Highway 66, man’ feel,” says arch-crooner Cocker. “It’s something that’s going to die out. You listen to radio 2 – well, I do anyway – and they play Matt Monroe, Engelbert Humperdinck and stuff that doesn’t really get made anymore. It’s a bit clichéd, and that’s why people think it’s cheesy. But the reason why people performed in that way is ‘cos it’s quite effective; if you can break through the cheese barrier, you can make contact…”

And so they go on. About people who find their balloons will be treated to a night in with Pulp, to listen to sports themes and BBC Radiophonic Workshop records, and play Stereo Ker-Plunk. About how Choppers are better than Grifters, and how Russell once smashed up the Leadmill dressing room in a fit of pique, only to be caught the next morning sneaking in to replace the bulbs he’d broken.

The last I see of Jarvis, he’s standing on the bar at the after-show party, trying to organise the drunken liggers to play musical statues for a can of beer, while ‘Nevermind’ stops and starts incongruously in the background. It is, like a knackered redcoat struggling to bring culture to barbarians, not a pretty sight. The last I see of Candida, she’s leafing through the Leadmill’s visitors’ book. Amidst pages of revealing scrawls – Spiritualized’s inscrutable squiggles, Sultans Of Ping FC’s unfunny cartoons – Pulp are there again and again and again; strange, sardonic, not all there but always bloody there. Whoever said all good things must come to an end was a useless liar.

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Johnny Cash – “There will never be another Cash. Never…”

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Everyone knows the mythical image of The Man In Black. But the truth about Johnny Cash was a whole lot more complicated. A “folk hero for the world”, and a humble man who struggled with addiction for his entire life. In this archive feature from Uncut’s February 2009 issue (Take 141), we prese...

Everyone knows the mythical image of The Man In Black. But the truth about Johnny Cash was a whole lot more complicated. A “folk hero for the world”, and a humble man who struggled with addiction for his entire life. In this archive feature from Uncut’s February 2009 issue (Take 141), we present a revelatory new portrait of Cash’s life. We talk to many of the people who knew him best – the children, the bandmates, the managers, the peers – and discover the unexpurgated truth about this titan of American music. “He survived,” says his one-time son-in-law, “what Elvis didn’t…” Words: Alastair McKay

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“My dad lived with pain his whole life,” says John Carter Cash of the father whose legend he for many years struggled to both live with and up to. “It was partially the way he was made, and partially the pain of addiction, and partially the loss of his brother when he was younger,” he continues, referring to the horrific death of Jack Cash, Johnny’s older brother, who Johnny saw cut almost in two in a sawmill accident in 1944. “His greatest pain was interior pain. But in the last 10 to 12 years of his life, physical pain took over. And you don’t triumph over physical pain.”

Johnny Cash’s physical traumas were legion, and were subject to a bewildering range of diagnoses, from diabetes, to Parkinson’s disease to Shy-Drager syndrome, a degenerative disease of the nervous system. He also had chronic nerve damage in his jaw.

“Every day of his life he dealt with some sort of physical pain,” says John Carter, “and for the last 10 years, he was an abusive addict for the most part. He never stopped using substances.”

This contradicts the traditional view of Cash’s life, as told in James Mangold’s Oscar-winning 2005 biopic, Walk The Line, which turned the fiery ring of Johnny’s love affair with his second wife, June Carter Cash – formerly a member of the legendary Carter Family, true country royalty – into a Hollywood parable. The myth has it that June saved him from a life of drug dependency.

“That’s a good story,” says Rosanne Cash, Johnny’s daughter by his first wife, Vivian. “Woman rescues man from the abyss, and comes back from drugs, and they live happily ever after. It’s nice and neat and clean and people can understand it. The truth is a lot more complicated. The truth is my dad struggled with addiction for the rest of his life.”

“There’s an image that my mother saved my father in 1968 and everything was a bed of roses after that,” says John Carter. “And that just wasn’t true. There were as many struggles in the 1980s and the 1990s as there were in the 1960s. They were just different drugs. But my father always went back to what was true, and he would turn his suffering around. He learned from his lessons. But the very nature of addiction is that the addict is incorrigible. And my dad dealt with it all his life.”

“He lived hard,” says Rodney Crowell, the singer-songwriter who was married to Rosanne, and played in Emmylou Harris’ Hot Band. “He wore himself out. He struggled with a lot of demons. That was a part of John I was aware of. He had currents swimming in different directions. He struggled with drugs most of his life. There was that clean-up time, which he really had, that big turnaround with June, but he still struggled later on.”

What was at the root of the drug problem? Was it a recreational thing that spiralled out of control?

“No,” says Crowell. “It was more like he survived what Elvis didn’t survive.  I talked to him about this. When they came of age, John and Elvis and people like that, when they were coming through, those guys were making records and going on the road and trying to keep their schedule together; and somebody would hand them amphetamines, which is basically like plugging yourself into the light fixture. We talked about this. They handed those guys the hard stuff from the get-go. At least when I came up, people were handing you a beer and a joint. It was a gentler entry into that world.

“For those guys coming up in the ’50s – the Everlys and all those guys – they handed them amphetamines. Scientifically, there are those who are pre-disposed to struggle with introducing chemicals to their body. And you’re in for a long bout with that: amphetamines are rough. When you’re flying on it, it’s like you can conquer the world, but coming down off it’s a really hard crash.”

“I loved him to death,” says Marshall Grant, bass player of Cash’s original band, The Tennessee Two and a lifelong friend. “But I would want to stomp him into the ground sometimes when he was on the pills. He was such a great man, such a great artist, but they just overpowered him. He could not go without them. He loved those little pills. And it never was the hard stuff, the cocaine and all that crap like that, it was those little pills. That was all he wanted.

“The instant that John Carter Cash was born, which was March 3, 1970, he went off of ’em, just totally,” Grant says. “Quit smokin’, lived a clean life, started going to church. Then the drugs came back. And when they came back, the end result is laying out in the cemetery in Hendersonville, Tennessee. By then, he’d destroyed every vital organ in his body. It’s a long, hard, sad story.”

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Memphis, 1954. Marshall Grant, Luther Perkins and Johnny’s brother, Roy Cash, are working at Automobile Sales Co on Union Avenue, along the street from the Sun studio. Roy introduces Grant and Perkins to his brother John, fresh from his national service in Germany and newly married to Vivian Liberto. The trio audition at Sun for Sam Phillips. Their first inclination is to play gospel, but Phillips tells them there’s no market for it and tells them to come back with original material. Cash returns with a poem, which becomes “Hey Porter”, which becomes his first 45. The second is “Folsom Prison Blues”. “Our third single was a song called ‘I Walk The Line’,” says Grant, “and it went straight to No 1 Country, No 1 Pop, and No 1 Rock’n’Roll. It’s what Sam called a triple crown.”

This meteoric success was hard-earned. Pretty soon, Cash and The Tennessee Two were launched onto a gruelling schedule, driving themselves to 250 dates a year on their way to becoming one of the biggest acts in country music. Did success change Cash?

“Success didn’t change John,” says Grant. “He stayed very humble. He stood very thankful. The only thing that changed John, early in our career, these little pills came along. That changed him a bunch. But as far as success, that didn’t change him. He stayed the same JR. We all called him JR or John. I never called him Johnny in my entire life. It was the pills that created a lot of problems.”

Does Grant remember when Cash first started using amphetamines? He does, vividly: “In 1956, we came out of Texas, and drove all the way to Columbus, Georgia. We were opening for [Honky Tonk star] Faron Young. We’d driven all night and all day. John, Luther, myself and Faron Young’s fiddle player, Gordon Terry, were standing on the side of the stage getting ready for our introduction. And John said, ‘I’m so tired, I don’t know if I can do this or not.’ I said, ‘Well, God knows we’ve been tired before, we can do it.’ Gordon turned to John and said, ‘Wait a minute.’ He reached in his pocket and pulled out some innocent-looking pills… they looked like aspirin. And he handed John about six of them, or four, I didn’t count. And he said, ‘Here, take these, and you’ll make it through the night with no problems.’

“So John got a glass of water, took those pills. He was still tired at that point, but after he went on stage you could see him change – those pills were taking effect. And it made a different person out of him. He was jumping around, feeling really, really good. Well, he got some of those little pills from Gordon, and he took them.

“At this point he only took them when he felt he needed them. But as time went along he felt that he needed them more often, and then they started changing him. They were in his system all the time, and he was a totally different person. He didn’t have much respect for anybody, or anything, and so it just got worse. And worse. And it got as bad as it could get and then still got worse. And he loved those things. He absolutely cherished them. He loved them like some people love a brother.

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Johnny Western has a vivid memory of the first time he heard Johnny Cash. Western, who played guitar for singing cowboy Gene Autry, was driving down the Hollywood freeway listening to a country station when the DJ played “Folsom Prison Blues”.

“I almost wrecked my car. I got into that beat and I started imagining what that man with that very masculine voice must look like. I thought: ‘He’s gotta be over six feet tall, with jet-black hair.’

“Well the first picture I ever saw of Johnny Cash, he looked exactly like I thought he would, and he had that big hole in his cheek where he had that cyst cut out, and he looked like he’d been hit in the face with a ring. But that massively great looking face was there. And that’s the way he looked for the rest of his life. As he aged and got more lines, and beat up his body, he became this American folk-hero type – a folk hero to the world.”

Western fell into Cash’s orbit in 1958, when Cash moved to LA, with the intention of making an impact in Hollywood. Grant and Perkins went with him, but unable to settle promptly returned to Tennessee. Western was hired to assemble the Johnny Cash stage show. He toured with Cash from November 1958 to October 1997.

“In the beginning he was terrific because he was as straight as a string,” Western says. “The most he would drink was maybe a half a beer. He did smoke. But that was as far as any addictions went. He was so much fun to be around – he was up all the time.

“As time picked up, the amphetamines started to take over and he started changing personality. You wouldn’t know if he was going to talk to you, on or offstage. Other times he couldn’t get enough of talking. It was a real Jekyll and Hyde type thing.

“When Elvis died, he had about 10 different drugs in his body. And when Johnny died, there were just massive amounts of drugs that he’d taken in previous years that had destroyed his body. Amphetamines and then all kinds of downers he’d take so he could sleep for 18 hours. That’s what they call the Rainbow Effect, where you’re so high for so long, you have to physically knock yourself out with sleeping pills and downers to get some sleep.”

Western says there were several times when the band feared Cash had died.

“We couldn’t even get a pulse on two or three occasions. But he always had the stamina to come back, and run a doctor over there to give him a B12 shot. A couple of times he missed the matinee shows, but even on the worst of occasions, he made the night show. He might go weeks and be fairly straight and be so much fun to be around, then these pills would just hit and he would disappear.”

Cash was not the only one who contracted road fever. “Marshall had a small Black & Decker circle saw,” says Western, “and he started cutting up the furniture in hotel rooms, and putting it back on these angles, blowing all the dust away so that when we checked out of the hotel and the maids would come in, they’d hit the furniture with a duster and the whole room would fall apart. We had a lot of hotels we couldn’t go back to any more.

“When Johnny was really pilled up once, in one big motel, Carl Perkins was staying in the next room, but there was no dividing door between the rooms, so he took a metal chair and smashed the wall down so they could walk back and forth. That cost a couple of thousand dollars. We were doing stuff that Mick Jagger and those guys picked up on later on. It was just that kind of a lifestyle.

“You gotta realise he was taking up to 100 pills a day. The body resistance had been built up. Had anybody else attempted to take even half that, it woulda killed ’em. It woulda knocked ’em straight to their knees and killed ’em. But his body had been absorbing all these tablets for so long, the tolerance level was just incredible. He would just get completely out of it. He would end up in hotels and motels back in the hills someplace. One time, he borrowed my brand new Cadillac and he was so far out of it on pills, he lost it in Hollywood. He called me sheepishly when he sobered up and said, ‘Johnny, I lost your car. I was just going to borrow it for two or three hours and I think I left it down at the Farmer’s Market’ – this place that was open 24 hours a day – ‘but I can’t remember. Right now I’m in a motel on the other side of Beverly Hills and I don’t know how I got here. I guess I got a cab.’ He was just really out of it at that time.”

Sometimes Western and Cash would drive out into the Mojave Desert in his Mk IV Jaguar, and talk: “His marriage was falling apart. He was falling in love with June and she still had a husband and he still had a wife, and both of them had children.”

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Cash’s first wife, Vivian, was Catholic, and reluctant to get a divorce. June’s husband, Rip Nix, a failed Tennessee footballer who became a Nashville cop, was living off her and refused to kiss his meal-ticket goodbye.

“He had offered Vivian a million dollars to let him go when he was totally in love with June Carter,” says Western. “But June couldn’t get away from this Rip Nix. He threatened to drag her and the Carter Family through every mud-hole in Tennessee. That scared the heck out of her, and then seeing Johnny in the shape that he was in… but he was in a lot of that shape because of her, because he could not marry her. The amphetamines were like a comfort zone, so he could blast his way out of it.

“She finally did divorce Rip Nix and he got that divorce from Vivian. Oddly enough John had offered her a million dollars to get out of that marriage, and by the time the judge got done, he awarded Vivian exactly half of that.

“June was a kind of saviour. She and Marshall Grant saved his life as far as flushing those pills down the toilet and trying to keep him straight. He hated them both for doing it. They became his worst enemies, because he loved those pills. When he sobered up, he’d be sorry for the whole thing. But he would do it again. And again, and again, and again. So they had a very tumultuous relationship through their entire marriage.”

“We had no allies whatsoever,” says Grant. “Everybody else just thought he was funny, but we knew how serious it was. It was unbelievable how bad it was at times.”

“As the pills took over,” says Western, “it became a nightmare. The way the show worked, I would do the first 20 minutes singing then I would MC the show. Many times, he shouldn’t have been on the stage at all. I would go on and say: ‘Folks, this gentleman really belongs in a hospital, but he wanted to come out and give you what he could because you’ve paid your hard-earned money to see him, so he’s gonna do his best.’

“Sometimes he was so hoarse from those pills that he was just croaking: he didn’t even sound like Johnny Cash. But the people loved him so much that they gave him standing ovations anyway.

“He took me to Carnegie Hall and the Hollywood Bowl and the greatest places in the world, and he took me to my wit’s end. When you love somebody that much and you can’t help him… it’s like an alcoholic: you can’t help an alcoholic until an alcoholic screams for help. Well, this was how it was with amphetamines and Johnny.”

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Bill Walker, who later became musical director of Cash’s television show, experienced Cash’s unreliability when he worked on Nashville Comes To Broadway, a TV special in which country stars collaborated with Broadway artists. For the closing medley, Walker compiled a 17-minute piece in which the Broadway singers sang country, and vice versa. It began with Cash doing “Walk The Line”, but as the intro played, Cash never got beyond the ominous hum which signals the start of his vocal. “He never could get started,” says Walker. “He was out of the show.”

Cash’s addiction was threatening to entirely derail his recording career. “We’d reached a point where the drugs were pretty bad, and there was no growth happening in our career,” says Grant, “’cause we could hardly get him in the studio. That’s what brought on the Folsom album [At Folsom Prison]. We couldn’t get him in the studio, so we decided we’d record this album in Folsom. Columbia were reluctant to release it, but …Folsom was a monstrous hit. It remains to this day the biggest album we ever had.”

Cash had played prisons before. Western did San Quentin with him in 1960. “The first time Merle Haggard ever laid eyes on me, I was onstage with Johnny at San Quentin penitentiary on January 1, 1960. He was in a prison band and he talked about being a country singer when he got out. Next time I saw him, I was working a club in Bakersfield and he was working a club up the street, making $15 a night. He thought it was all the money in the world.

“What I learned that day at San Quentin was you don’t tiptoe around the facts. Those guys know they’re in prison, and you know they’re in prison. Well, a couple of opera stars came out – and one guy was singing ‘Ol’ Man River’. There’s a line in the song that says ‘get a little drunk and you land in jail’. He changed the word ‘jail’ to ‘trouble’. They booed him off the stage. If he’d said ‘jail’ they would have given him a standing ovation.

“Needless to say, Johnny’s first song was ‘Folsom Prison Blues’, and they tore the place apart. Later on, in 1969, he came back and did the San Quentin album, with ‘A Boy Named Sue’ and all that. He was a walking god with those prisoners. He was their main man. And he stayed that way, always.”

Millard Dedmon was a prisoner in Folsom on the day Cash performed in 1968, and can clearly remember the impact of the show. “I’m a musician myself, I’m a jazz enthusiast. But when Johnny Cash came in it didn’t matter what kind of music it was. It was a pleasure. I can remember just about everything about it.”

Cash’s last manager, Lou Robin, began by promoting his shows. One of his first tasks was to organise the 1969 San Quentin show which was filmed for a World In Action documentary.

“When that third steel door slams behind you, you know you can’t turn and run,” Robin recalls. “The mess hall held over a thousand prisoners – they were all sitting at the food tables watching the show. And the most prominent prisoners in the pecking order sat in front in tailored uniforms. I remember seeing one prisoner light a cigarette for one of these people. It just gave you an idea that it’s like any other organisation. There are people at the top and there are people that aren’t.

“I said to the head of security, ‘There are only about 10 or 12 guards in this place, is that enough?’ He said, ‘First of all, it’s enough. Secondly, if we had a hundred guards and these guys wanted to riot, what’s the difference?’”

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The prison shows cemented Cash’s reputation as a rebel and repaired his status as a mainstream star. By the time he was given his own TV show in 1969, a semblance of stability had returned. “He was straight,” says Bill Walker. “He’d married June, he was off the pills.”

The Johnny Cash Show was a variety programme, and while Cash’s music was softened by Walker’s orchestral arrangements, the format was subversive. “John was very catholic in his tastes,” says Walker. “He could work with anybody. And he was a much better musician than a lot of people realise. His music was simple, but you could put Johnny into a situation where he was appearing with Ray Charles, and he’d be just fine. He worked with Billy Graham, with Tennessee Ernie Ford, it didn’t matter who it was, he could fit in.”

“He had a really radical TV show,” Kris Kristofferson recalls, “full of people like Dylan, James Taylor, Joni Mitchell, people who never came to Nashville – and he’d tell everybody in town that Blueberry [Mickey Newbury] and I were the best songwriters around. We’d all get together regularly at John’s house and there’d be a big circle with people passing a guitar around. I remember Graham Nash was there with Joni Mitchell and nobody knew who he was. We thought he was just Joni’s boyfriend. Then he picked up the guitar and sang ‘Marrakesh Express’. Knocked everybody out.

“To be endorsed by someone like Cash was really something, like being endorsed by Dylan. I watched Dylan record Blonde On Blonde in my first week at work at CBS. It was just incredible. I think because of his respect for Johnny Cash, he recorded in Nashville and made country legitimate to a whole new audience of people who’d always thought it was hillbilly music.”

Cash’s collaboration with Dylan on Nashville Skyline did much to cement Nashville’s reputation as a centre of musical excellence. Charlie McCoy, who played on Cash’s version of “It Ain’t Me Babe” in 1964, was session leader during the collaborations with Dylan which resulted in Dylan and Cash’s duet on “Girl From The North Country”. “Dylan and Johnny Cash really hit it off straight away. I think Cash really appreciated the fact that Dylan was trying to make some social statements. I remember it all happening very easily.”

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Rosanne remembers the early 1970s as a great time for her father. “He was clean and he was strong. He was really healthy, happy.” She went on the road with the Cash show, officially as a laundry assistant, but gradually taking on more singing duties. “It was good. Then, in and out for the next few years he would have good years and difficult years.”

By the 1980s, however, Cash’s record sales were faltering. Columbia dropped him, and his new label, PolyGram, didn’t know what to do with him.

“Johnny didn’t get down when people weren’t buying his records in the ’80s,” says Glen Campbell. “He’d just go down in the woods for a while, and not meet a lot of people, and get himself together. He found the Lord, and that was a big, big thing for him. That helped him more than anything, I think. Reading the Bible will straighten you out a lot. That was one of the things that we talked about. And we’re both from Arkansas. We had more to rap about, because we’d done the same things growing up. We mostly talked about farm-work – riding the fence-rail, picking cotton, flopping the hogs, feeding the chickens, gathering the eggs. We were talking about it, and I said, ‘Well, John, are you glad you got out of that cotton patch?’ He said, ‘Who woulda thought it, man? Come right out of the cotton patch, and here you are playing to millions of people on a TV show.’ I said, ‘The Lord can do a lot for you.’” 

But the 1980s were also a time of renewed drug abuse for Cash. Bass player Jimmy Tittle – who was married in 1982 to Cash’s daughter Kathy by Johnny, an ordained minister – recalls a period in which Cash was torn between the Bible and his addictions. “We were doing the Billy Graham crusades and we would go to Switzerland and you could just walk in to the drugstores and buy amphetamines. That and painkillers became the drug of choice for everybody.

“He would fight that all the time, and at the same time he studied his Bible constantly. He had a strong moral backbone, but that addiction is always nipping at your heels.”

“I worked all the CBS shows for him through the 1980s, and then he started to get really sick,” says Walker. “He was so fragile that if he got a toothache he’d have to go into hospital, and once they gave him a shot of a painkiller or something they had to bring him down again, because he was still hooked on those things. That was always a problem. He knew that if he went to the hospital he was going to be there two weeks.”

“In the early to mid-1980s, there were some shows that were pretty much unwatchable,” says Tittle. “From my point of view, standing behind him playing bass, he just was not there. He delivered a show in Las Vegas one time, and we would finish the song 30 seconds before he would finish his lyrics. It was like he didn’t know the difference. It got so bad June came out and told him to take a break. He came back and was somewhat together and finished the show. Anyway, I’m walking through the hotel after the show, and the crowd was going, ‘Oh man, did you see Cash? He was just so great.’ It was like people almost expected that of him.

“A lot of ridiculous things happened, like him and Marty Stuart backed a bus into a swimming pool in Florida going out to get a cup of coffee at four o’clock in the morning. He burnt a lot of cars up. A lot of accidents happened around him. But he was a sweet guy, man.

“Even that kind of tragedy had a humorous side to it. If it happened to anyone else they’d be going, ‘What a fool that kid is, his career’s over.’ But John could get into more stuff, and out of more stuff, than anybody I’ve ever seen.”

But Cash’s health declined dramatically over the course of the decade.

“John was really trying hard,” says Tittle, “going to the meetings. Even Waylon [Jennings] got sober. Then Larry Gatlin. All these guys got sober, and then I finally got sober. It was a real job staying sober, and none of us actually stayed sober for very long. When you went back to using, it was never the same: you always had the guilt. And it had worn his body out. That’s the time he went in and he had a lot of his stomach removed, from ulcers, from taking so many drugs – even Percodan and aspirin.

“He went from there straight to the Betty Ford Center. That’s when we did a family intervention. When he checked out the hospital in Nashville, they said, ‘Look, we just removed a third of your stomach, it had holes in it from your drug use, you’re gonna get sober or we’re all abandoning ship.’ And he went out to California and he got better. That was a tough period – he took about six, eight months off. But he took his health and his sobriety serious, from that time, for the first time.”

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Even so, Cash’s recording career had stalled completely when Lou Robin took Rick Rubin to meet him after a show outside LA in 1992. “It was a very difficult time,” says Robin. “All the labels I talked to thought John’s popularity had run its course. So I took Rick to the dressing room. He sat down, and he and John stared at each other for two minutes, sizing each other up. And then they started to chat and found they had a common ground where Rick said, ‘You don’t need the orchestras. You just need to go and sing whatever songs you want to sing with your guitar.’ John never heard anyone say that to him.”

Rubin says that when he was a child, the Man in Black seemed “almost like a superhero”. He was surprised to find that Cash was shy, and though they didn’t talk much in that first meeting, they communicated.

“He was a private, quiet person. June balanced him because she was the exact opposite. Also it took the heat off him, because people were intimidated by him. His myth was intimidating, but as a human being he wasn’t at all.”

Under Rubin’s guidance, Cash’s creative reputation was rehabilitated, and though he was sick throughout the 1990s, the stripped-down style of the American Recordings gave them an intimacy and power that he hadn’t approached since the early Sun days. Cash’s story – his struggles and his pain – changed the meaning of contemporary songs such as Trent Reznor’s “Hurt” and Depeche Mode’s “Personal Jesus”.

“Thank God we had a guy like Rick at the helm,” says Tittle, “because Rick could read the situation and would hear a song that expressed how he felt. It was uncommercial, probably, but it didn’t matter. Because Johnny Cash was an iconic folk singer, to hell with being a country singer, you know? He wasn’t that ever, really. He just made music that mattered to him.

“Near the end when they thought he had Shy-Drager syndrome, he was shaking so bad and forgetting words, I’d see him and I’d say, ‘Oh man, he’s about to fall off, big time.’ I mean, he’s already fallen off, he’s about to fall down. I would try to stick close to him sometimes to just see where he was, but I could never tell. I always felt bad about that because he did have a condition that made him tremble – it was neuropathy, and I always thought it was pills. A lot of people did. There might have been pills in the mix, but it wasn’t to the extent that it used to be. They became more of a servant to him. He used to say, ‘Man, this arm is just bone on bone.’ And it was. He had worn out his body from the inside out, from the joints. And that really hurts. And I’m glad that he didn’t have to suffer and hurt, because it’s unbearable to be in pain every waking moment.

“He made beautiful art out of it. Even his voice in the last stuff he’s done, when it’s frazzled and sweet – it’s the most beautiful I’ve ever heard him. It’s so real. It’s a man that’s hurtin’; his heart’s broke. Especially when he goes to work after June dies, and you know his heart’s just crushed.”

“I remember one thing that I thought was kind of spiritual,” says Tom Petty. “The tape-machine broke in the middle of a particularly hot moment in the studio. And instead of freaking out, June came out in the room, where everyone was looking pretty low. And she said, ‘If we all sing a hymn, maybe God’ll fix the tape-machine.’ Not a procedure I had seen before! And John said, ‘Yeah, let’s sing a hymn.’ And June said, ‘Yeah, but we’ve gotta all hold hands,’ so we did. And I swear within minutes the machine worked. I always thought that was pretty interesting: that that would be their instinct if something was broken: ‘We’ll sing a hymn.’”

Nick Cave had a similar experience when recording a duet with Cash on Hank Williams’ “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry”. “I was sitting with the band and Rick, and then he appeared, and there were these steps that he had to walk down to the studio. Whatever the condition he had, if he went from light into dark he couldn’t see, he was blind for 10 minutes, so when he came into the studio, he looked real ill, and he had his arms out in front of him going, ‘Are you there, Nick? Are you there?’ And I’m like, ‘Fucking hell, how’s this guy going to be able to sing anything? Let alone get down the stairs.’ It was quite a shock.

“He said he’d had pneumonia three times that year, and he’d woken up and his voice had completely gone. And that he’d got down on his knees and said to God: ‘I never asked for nothing in my life, I never asked for nothing; but you give me back my voice! So I can go and sing with Nick Cave.’ Then he says: ‘And I woke up the next day and I’m singing like a bird!’ And June’s going, ‘Hallelujah! Hallelujah!’

“It was the real deal, and it was extraordinary. And when he started singing all his illness just seemed to fall away. He became energised. I often hear that, and often it’s a load of shit, but this is true. This real strength – this force of nature came out of him.”

“I experienced that myself,” says Rosanne, “when we did a duet of ‘September When It Comes’. He was so sick that morning. And I said, ‘Dad, you don’t have to do it.’ And he goes, ‘Well, I’ll give it a try.’ We went over to the studio and as he started singing he started to feel better. His energy came up. You could see it in his face: he changed. Then he wanted to do another take, then another. He exhausted himself, but it gave him back his life.”

When June Carter Cash died unexpectedly on May 15, 2003, there were fears that Cash would quickly follow her. Rubin spoke to him at the hospital soon after June’s death.

“He said he’d been in a tremendous amount of pain his whole life, and he’d never felt anything like this. He seemed inconsolable. And I’m listening to him speaking, but I didn’t feel like there was anything I could offer, because the hole he was in was so deep and so dark. He sounded terribly weak and terribly old – the worst I’d ever heard him sound – and I don’t know where it came from, but I felt like it was given to me to ask him about his faith. Which is something we’d never really discussed. I said to him, ‘Do you think you could find the faith to get through this?’ When I said that, something about that word ‘faith’ triggered a very strong reaction. His answer was, ‘My faith is unshakeable.’ And when he said that, he became a whole different person. He re-formed into strong Johnny. As soon as I heard that I knew everything was going to be OK.”

Cash was back in the studio days after June’s death, and told Rubin he wanted to have something to work on every day. The last studio recordings – on the unreleased American VI album – include the final song he wrote, “1st Corinthians”, in which Cash addresses death directly. “Oh death,” he sings. “Where is thy sting? Oh death, where is thy victory?”

On September 12, less than four months after June’s passing, Johnny Cash followed her to the grave.

“That was the end of it,” says Marshall Grant, “the end of a long, gracious career. He was one of a kind and believe me when I tell you, there will never be another Johnny Cash. Never.”

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Was Cash a genius? “He wouldn’t think so,” says Lou Robin. “He was very modest about his accomplishments. He said he would record songs and if people didn’t like them they would throw them back at him by not buying the records. He was always very self-critical.”

“He was very wise to start with,” says Western. “Very intelligent for somebody that never got past the senior year in high school. I’ve heard from people that he had an IQ of around 160, which is borderline genius. He could write poetry when he was 12, 13 years old equal to that of great poets like Edna St Vincent Millay, who was one of his favourites. He was just a different kind of a guy. There was him and there was everybody else. We’re dealing with a genius mentality trapped in a country boy’s body.”

“He became a great songwriter,” says Grant. “Like ‘Ring Of Fire’. Anita Carter had the original version. When we decided we was gonna record it, I didn’t think too much of it, because I didn’t like Anita’s version too well. So he didn’t record it like Anita. He came up with his own plan. He had heard trumpets on that song. He was the only one in the studio who could hear them, so we called in two trumpets. And we changed it until we got what he wanted. On the second take, here was a song totally restructured. And he did it all. He told everybody what he wanted to hear.”

“Genius is a tricky word,” says Crowell. “But I think a song like ‘Five Feet High And Rising’ – that’s Faulkner. That’s genius. Or ‘I Walk The Line’, ‘I Still Miss Someone’, or ‘Big River’.”

“Oh yeah,” says Rosanne, “just read ‘Big River’ and tell me if that’s not one of the greatest pieces of Southern poetry ever written. ‘Big River’ is like Faulkner. Except it’s even more cinematic.”

“He had two gifts,” says Rubin. “The first one is his greatness as a man. The reason we love him as an artist is because of the man that he was, not because of his craft. It’s through his art that we get to see his beautiful soul, his incredible wise deep soul. He’s just a huge light.

“Then, when it comes to being a singer, his greatest strength is as a storyteller, and someone you believe. So when he speaks, he tells a story in a way that you know that it’s true. He imbues it with truth. He had an incredible ability to get across a point, through words, which is different than being a great singer.”

“Every day was fun with him,” says Tittle. “When you were around him, you felt better. You felt like anything was possible. Because he just exuded that. Even when he was kind of a frail old man in a wheelchair he was still the coolest guy in the world. And he had the most wonderful sense of humour. He always just lifted you up. He never once left me feeling anything but elevated. And I think anybody that was ever around him felt that way, man. You just didn’t want to leave.”

Crowell has a personal memory that illuminates the powerful charisma of the man. “I first met him at the Beverly Hills Hotel when I was dating Rosanne. We went to dinner in the bungalow, just me and her and John and June. You can imagine – I was 27 years old and they really treated me like royalty. John and June were world-class charming human beings. I was a couple of feet off the ground.

“The next time we met, Rosanne and I were living together, and John didn’t smile on that. He thought that was not right. We received a summons – airline tickets to their sugar plantation in Jamaica. I drank Bloody Marys to Miami and then switched to rum going down to Montego Bay, and when we got there I was up in my cups.

“There was a confrontation between John and Rosanne about sleeping arrangements, so with drunken bravura I cut into the conversation. I said, ‘You know I’d be a hypocrite if I changed my lifestyle.’ I was trying to be a puffed-up man and hold my own with one of the world-class icons. And he kind of looked at me, and he said: ‘Son, I don’t know you well enough to miss you if you were gone.’

“He dismissed me in a heartbeat, which instantly sobered me. And from that point on, he made a friend for life with me, because he just showed me what real strength is.”

Crowell also knows exactly where Cash should be placed in the landscape of American music, over which he towered, an unassailable legend.

“His face should be up there on Mount Rushmore,” he says. “Put John and Dylan and Chuck Berry, Merle Haggard and Hank Williams up there. It’s where he belongs.”

Additional interviews: Nick Hasted, Rob Hughes

Booker T – Sound The Alarm

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Soul legend's latest stacks up well against the classics... Both Booker T's last couple of albums - 2010's Potato Hole, recorded with The Drive By Truckers, and last year's The Road From Memphis, on which he was accompanied by The Roots - banked the keyboard legend Grammy Awards for Best Pop Instrumental Album. Which makes it slightly surprising that for this historic return to Stax, he should bring in a host of guest singers rather than continue mining the instrumental vein. But not to Booker, it doesn't. He's always considered himself a writer and producer first and foremost, claiming that he only stumbled into the instrumental thing by accident, when he and his fellow session musicians had a hit with "Green Onions". His forte - borne out by his stewardship of countless Stax hits and subsequently Bill Withers' early albums - is for hearing great singers and understanding how to present them, and what material might best suit their style and sound. On Sound The Alarm, he draws on both new and established talent to create an album that oozes relaxed, soulful vibes, a characteristic blend of warm with cool. Best of the established artists is Anthony Hamilton, a model of understated gospel fervour on "Gently", which taps into the classic confluence of church and civil rights via lines like "We got a long road and a short time to get there". It's a classy piece of work, as is "Your Love Is No Love", a Southern soul number featuring Vintage Trouble's Ty Taylor, a singer with a smokey, pleading edge to his delivery. Vintage Trouble provide a self-contained backing group for the track, while elsewhere the likes of Raphael Saadiq, Jam & Lewis and new axe hero Gary Clark Jr. help out with the backing tracks - Saadiq's clipped rhythm guitar driving along "Broken Heart", a sort of cross between "Midnight Train To Georgia" and "Fuck You", and Clark's terse guitar in Steve Cropper style helping stitch together the reflective organ instrumental "Austin Blues Idea". Most tracks, however, are produced by Booker with the Avila brothers, Bobby Ross and Issiah, a couple of Hispanic siblings from East LA who bring a dash of spice to the rhythms. Of the newer vocal talent, Luke James is featured on "All Over The Place", a fluid guitar groove with occasional "Shaft"-like horn punctuation, while coming soul star Meyer Hawthorne opens the album in fine style with the title-track, whose backing-vocal congregation accentuates the gospel feel of a song urging us to "Keep on marching/Like a million soldiers". But most satisfying of the newcomers is Bill's daughter Kori Withers, with whom Booker shares vocals on "Watch You Sleeping": her cute, affectionate tone is entirely beguiling on a baby-song to rival "Isn't She Lovely". Punctuating the album are a clutch of instrumentals, the best of which are "66 Impala", a Santana-esque Latino-soul piece on which the Avila Brothers get to stretch out with percussionists Poncho Sanchez and Sheila E, and the aptly-title "Fun", a punchy dance groove in MGs manner that's like "Tears Of A Clown" with a fat Stax backbeat, staccato horn punctuation, and an infectious party ambience. It's the most obvious link here to the distant history of Booker's earlier Stax career, bristling with light-hearted good times and tipsy bonhomie: a reminder that, for all the changes in music since his '60s heyday, Booker T can still effortlessly access the pleasure principle that transcends musical trends and fleeting fashions, with an instinctive grasp of groove and momentum that speaks directly to heart, feet and head alike. Andy Gill Q&A Your new album is a return to Stax... Yes, both legally and spiritually, it's a return to Stax, for lack of better words. I'm actually signed to the Stax label like I was 50 years ago, and I'm making R&B music that Stax would probably have continued to release had they not had the problems and changes that they went through. They've rebuilt the place on the same McLemore Avenue site, I believe? Yes, it's a replica, and it's pretty accurate.They contacted Steve Clark and got all the dimensions - he was one of the original kids that ripped out the seats and all that stuff when they converted it, so he would know! And it feels really close. It's not really a working studio anymore, though, it's more of a museum. You have Gary Clark Jr on the album too, who's blowing up now. Yes, I met Gary by accident almost three years ago at Apple up in Cupertino. We were both premiering songs for iTunes up there, he was downstairs and I heard his music when my music stopped, so I went downstairs to listen, and there he was, just him and his drummer, and I was fascinated. I gave him my phone number, and we became friends. He's a star! I thought I could help him, but he didn't need my help! INTERVIEW: ANDY GILL

Soul legend’s latest stacks up well against the classics…

Both Booker T‘s last couple of albums – 2010’s Potato Hole, recorded with The Drive By Truckers, and last year’s The Road From Memphis, on which he was accompanied by The Roots – banked the keyboard legend Grammy Awards for Best Pop Instrumental Album. Which makes it slightly surprising that for this historic return to Stax, he should bring in a host of guest singers rather than continue mining the instrumental vein.

But not to Booker, it doesn’t. He’s always considered himself a writer and producer first and foremost, claiming that he only stumbled into the instrumental thing by accident, when he and his fellow session musicians had a hit with “Green Onions“. His forte – borne out by his stewardship of countless Stax hits and subsequently Bill Withers’ early albums – is for hearing great singers and understanding how to present them, and what material might best suit their style and sound. On Sound The Alarm, he draws on both new and established talent to create an album that oozes relaxed, soulful vibes, a characteristic blend of warm with cool.

Best of the established artists is Anthony Hamilton, a model of understated gospel fervour on “Gently”, which taps into the classic confluence of church and civil rights via lines like “We got a long road and a short time to get there”. It’s a classy piece of work, as is “Your Love Is No Love”, a Southern soul number featuring Vintage Trouble’s Ty Taylor, a singer with a smokey, pleading edge to his delivery. Vintage Trouble provide a self-contained backing group for the track, while elsewhere the likes of Raphael Saadiq, Jam & Lewis and new axe hero Gary Clark Jr. help out with the backing tracks – Saadiq’s clipped rhythm guitar driving along “Broken Heart”, a sort of cross between “Midnight Train To Georgia” and “Fuck You”, and Clark’s terse guitar in Steve Cropper style helping stitch together the reflective organ instrumental “Austin Blues Idea”.

Most tracks, however, are produced by Booker with the Avila brothers, Bobby Ross and Issiah, a couple of Hispanic siblings from East LA who bring a dash of spice to the rhythms. Of the newer vocal talent, Luke James is featured on “All Over The Place”, a fluid guitar groove with occasional “Shaft”-like horn punctuation, while coming soul star Meyer Hawthorne opens the album in fine style with the title-track, whose backing-vocal congregation accentuates the gospel feel of a song urging us to “Keep on marching/Like a million soldiers”. But most satisfying of the newcomers is Bill’s daughter Kori Withers, with whom Booker shares vocals on “Watch You Sleeping”: her cute, affectionate tone is entirely beguiling on a baby-song to rival “Isn’t She Lovely”.

Punctuating the album are a clutch of instrumentals, the best of which are “66 Impala”, a Santana-esque Latino-soul piece on which the Avila Brothers get to stretch out with percussionists Poncho Sanchez and Sheila E, and the aptly-title “Fun”, a punchy dance groove in MGs manner that’s like “Tears Of A Clown” with a fat Stax backbeat, staccato horn punctuation, and an infectious party ambience. It’s the most obvious link here to the distant history of Booker’s earlier Stax career, bristling with light-hearted good times and tipsy bonhomie: a reminder that, for all the changes in music since his ’60s heyday, Booker T can still effortlessly access the pleasure principle that transcends musical trends and fleeting fashions, with an instinctive grasp of groove and momentum that speaks directly to heart, feet and head alike.

Andy Gill

Q&A

Your new album is a return to Stax…

Yes, both legally and spiritually, it’s a return to Stax, for lack of better words. I’m actually signed to the Stax label like I was 50 years ago, and I’m making R&B music that Stax would probably have continued to release had they not had the problems and changes that they went through.

They’ve rebuilt the place on the same McLemore Avenue site, I believe?

Yes, it’s a replica, and it’s pretty accurate.They contacted Steve Clark and got all the dimensions – he was one of the original kids that ripped out the seats and all that stuff when they converted it, so he would know! And it feels really close. It’s not really a working studio anymore, though, it’s more of a museum.

You have Gary Clark Jr on the album too, who’s blowing up now.

Yes, I met Gary by accident almost three years ago at Apple up in Cupertino. We were both premiering songs for iTunes up there, he was downstairs and I heard his music when my music stopped, so I went downstairs to listen, and there he was, just him and his drummer, and I was fascinated. I gave him my phone number, and we became friends. He’s a star! I thought I could help him, but he didn’t need my help!

INTERVIEW: ANDY GILL

Chris Forsyth, Cian Nugent, Wilco and the return of Television

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I’m not, as a rule, the sort of person who reveres and memorises reviews from the notional golden age of rock journalism. But the other day, I was pondering something Nick Kent wrote in his original NME review of Television’s “Marquee Moon”. I found it online this morning, specifically this passage: “The song’s structure [Kent’s discussing “Marquee Moon” itself] is practically unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. It transforms from a strident two chord construction to a breathtakingly beautiful chord progression which acts as a motif/climax for the narrative until the music takes over altogether. The band build on some weird Eastern modal scales not unlike those used in the extended improvised break of Fairport Convention’s ‘A Sailor’s Life’ on Unhalfbricking. The guitar solo – either Lloyd or Verlaine – even bears exactly the same tone as Richard Thompson’s.” If memory serves, Tom Verlaine has routinely denied the connection, but those rolling series of epiphanies have always sounded twinned to me, too. It’s funny how Television have always been portrayed as a quintessential New York band – uptight, fraught, irrevocably hip and wired – when a key part of their DNA seemed so strongly related to an electric take on folk tradition. I was thinking about all this, listening to a couple of terrific new records by Cian Nugent & The Cosmos and Chris Forsyth’s Solar Motel Band. Nugent, from Dublin, and Forsyth, based in Philadelphia, both came to my attention as guitar soli on that folk/psych underground scene I write about a lot (here’s my first citation of Forsyth, in a review of Three-Lobed’s massive and essential Jack Rose tribute comp, Honest Strings, a great primer for all this stuff). Both, though (alongside William Tyler and another fellow traveller, Steve Gunn), have been moving away from the perceived confines of that world, into more expansive and electric settings of late. Nugent I wrote about very recently, specifically his hook-up with Gunn and John Truscinski in Desert Heat. “Born With The Caul”, though (forthcoming on the ace No Quarter label that’s long been home to Endless Boogie), finds him leading an elaborate folk-rock band through three long tracks which often, especially somewhere about halfway through “Double Horse”, feel like they bridge that very small gap between “Unhalfbricking” and “Marquee Moon”. Nugent’s previous solo album was very much in the Takoma tradition, and his lyrical delicacy has survived the transition into rockier territory, not least because his duelling partner for much of “Born With The Caul” is a fiddler. There’s a marked Celtic air to much of the session, which sometimes makes me think – though this may be a product of my immersion in Fisherman’s Box these past few days – of a post-post-rock Waterboys. Have a look at this clip, anyhow. It’s not a track from “Born With The Caul” (it actually surfaced as a single on Matador a few months ago), but should give you a good idea of what Nugent’s up to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8w0Axou6pjI Forsyth, meanwhile, is healthily candid about his debt to Television: his old biog refers to “a bleeding-edge physicality and lyricism heavily influenced by his private studies with Television guitarist Richard Lloyd.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DDHj-TUOVA Forsyth’s made a bunch of really good albums these past few years (here’s something I wrote about hiscollaboration with Koen Holtkamp from Mountains, Early Astral), but “Solar Motel”, due soonish on the firing Paradise Of Bachelors imprint, is pretty next level. The Solar Motel Band also include a second guitarist, Paul Sukeena (from the wonderful Spacin’) and a drummer, Steven Urgo, who used to figure in The War On Drugs. Their album is essentially a single piece divided up into four sections, and one that betrays an innate grasp of the serpentine structures and elevated duels that were integral to Television’s appeal. You should be able to detect it in this live take on the outstanding “Solar Motel Part II”, that emerges out of a raga and a bit of downtown firefight into the sort of face-off you imagine Verlaine and Lloyd – at least secretly – would be proud of: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62w0F32q3A4 The recorded version is even better, with heavy, throbbing hints of Glenn Branca underpinning the jams, and the slide section being matched to a piano break that conjures up a further relationship with The Allman Brothers. Forsyth cites The Grateful Dead, too, and “Solar Motel Part IV” comes on like a particularly gnarly take on “Dark Star”, or one of those Dead-derived Sonic Youth epics like “Hits Of Sunshine”. Can’t recommend this enough, as you might have divined by now, and here’s one more bit of evidence why I’m struggling to think of a live band I’d like to see more right now: Forsyth and co ripping into “Little Johnny Jewel” at a Philly gig last week: Yesterday, in case you missed the news, Television themselves announced a UK tour. Mixed feelings on this one, chiefly because Lloyd is currently missing from the lineup. His replacement isn’t Nels Cline, in spite of the persuasive case made in this Wilco cover of “Marquee Moon”…. …Instead, it’s a guy called Jimmy Rip, whose CV appears to include work on at least one Mick Jagger solo album. I’ve just found this, though, which sounds quite promising: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zACkn-09OV0 Update 15/11/13: I've compiled a Youtube playlist of other songs in the "Marquee Moon"/"Sailor's Life" interzone that you can watch here. Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

I’m not, as a rule, the sort of person who reveres and memorises reviews from the notional golden age of rock journalism. But the other day, I was pondering something Nick Kent wrote in his original NME review of Television’s “Marquee Moon”. I found it online this morning, specifically this passage:

“The song’s structure [Kent’s discussing “Marquee Moon” itself] is practically unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. It transforms from a strident two chord construction to a breathtakingly beautiful chord progression which acts as a motif/climax for the narrative until the music takes over altogether. The band build on some weird Eastern modal scales not unlike those used in the extended improvised break of Fairport Convention’s ‘A Sailor’s Life’ on Unhalfbricking. The guitar solo – either Lloyd or Verlaine – even bears exactly the same tone as Richard Thompson’s.”

If memory serves, Tom Verlaine has routinely denied the connection, but those rolling series of epiphanies have always sounded twinned to me, too. It’s funny how Television have always been portrayed as a quintessential New York band – uptight, fraught, irrevocably hip and wired – when a key part of their DNA seemed so strongly related to an electric take on folk tradition.

I was thinking about all this, listening to a couple of terrific new records by Cian Nugent & The Cosmos and Chris Forsyth’s Solar Motel Band. Nugent, from Dublin, and Forsyth, based in Philadelphia, both came to my attention as guitar soli on that folk/psych underground scene I write about a lot (here’s my first citation of Forsyth, in a review of Three-Lobed’s massive and essential Jack Rose tribute comp, Honest Strings, a great primer for all this stuff). Both, though (alongside William Tyler and another fellow traveller, Steve Gunn), have been moving away from the perceived confines of that world, into more expansive and electric settings of late.

Nugent I wrote about very recently, specifically his hook-up with Gunn and John Truscinski in Desert Heat. “Born With The Caul”, though (forthcoming on the ace No Quarter label that’s long been home to Endless Boogie), finds him leading an elaborate folk-rock band through three long tracks which often, especially somewhere about halfway through “Double Horse”, feel like they bridge that very small gap between “Unhalfbricking” and “Marquee Moon”.

Nugent’s previous solo album was very much in the Takoma tradition, and his lyrical delicacy has survived the transition into rockier territory, not least because his duelling partner for much of “Born With The Caul” is a fiddler. There’s a marked Celtic air to much of the session, which sometimes makes me think – though this may be a product of my immersion in Fisherman’s Box these past few days – of a post-post-rock Waterboys.

Have a look at this clip, anyhow. It’s not a track from “Born With The Caul” (it actually surfaced as a single on Matador a few months ago), but should give you a good idea of what Nugent’s up to:

Forsyth, meanwhile, is healthily candid about his debt to Television: his old biog refers to “a bleeding-edge physicality and lyricism heavily influenced by his private studies with Television guitarist Richard Lloyd.”

Forsyth’s made a bunch of really good albums these past few years (here’s something I wrote about hiscollaboration with Koen Holtkamp from Mountains, Early Astral), but “Solar Motel”, due soonish on the firing Paradise Of Bachelors imprint, is pretty next level.

The Solar Motel Band also include a second guitarist, Paul Sukeena (from the wonderful Spacin’) and a drummer, Steven Urgo, who used to figure in The War On Drugs. Their album is essentially a single piece divided up into four sections, and one that betrays an innate grasp of the serpentine structures and elevated duels that were integral to Television’s appeal. You should be able to detect it in this live take on the outstanding “Solar Motel Part II”, that emerges out of a raga and a bit of downtown firefight into the sort of face-off you imagine Verlaine and Lloyd – at least secretly – would be proud of:

The recorded version is even better, with heavy, throbbing hints of Glenn Branca underpinning the jams, and the slide section being matched to a piano break that conjures up a further relationship with The Allman Brothers. Forsyth cites The Grateful Dead, too, and “Solar Motel Part IV” comes on like a particularly gnarly take on “Dark Star”, or one of those Dead-derived Sonic Youth epics like “Hits Of Sunshine”.

Can’t recommend this enough, as you might have divined by now, and here’s one more bit of evidence why I’m struggling to think of a live band I’d like to see more right now: Forsyth and co ripping into “Little Johnny Jewel” at a Philly gig last week:

Yesterday, in case you missed the news, Television themselves announced a UK tour. Mixed feelings on this one, chiefly because Lloyd is currently missing from the lineup. His replacement isn’t Nels Cline, in spite of the persuasive case made in this Wilco cover of “Marquee Moon”….

…Instead, it’s a guy called Jimmy Rip, whose CV appears to include work on at least one Mick Jagger solo album. I’ve just found this, though, which sounds quite promising:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zACkn-09OV0

Update 15/11/13: I’ve compiled a Youtube playlist of other songs in the “Marquee Moon”/”Sailor’s Life” interzone that you can watch here.

Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

Grizzly Bear to reissue Shields album with B-sides and remixes

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Grizzly Bear have announced plans to re-release their 2012 album Shields in November. The band will re-issue the album on November 12 in two separate formats. The first being a two-disc CD release titled Shields Expanded, which will come with the original Shields plus a bonus disc of demos plus re...

Grizzly Bear have announced plans to re-release their 2012 album Shields in November.

The band will re-issue the album on November 12 in two separate formats. The first being a two-disc CD release titled Shields Expanded, which will come with the original Shields plus a bonus disc of demos plus remixes from artists such as Liars and Nicolas Jaar. Meanwhile, a 12-inch vinyl version of the album will just features the demos and remixes.

The three demos included on the release were recorded by the band in Marfa, Texas before they finished recording in New York City. One demo, “Will Calls”, which didn’t make the album but is included on the expanded re-release can be streamed below now.

‘Shields Expanded’ Tracklist:

Disc 1

‘Sleeping Ute’

‘Speak In Rounds’

‘Adelma’

‘Yet Again’

‘The Hunt’

‘A Simple Answer’

‘What’s Wrong’

‘Gun-Shy’

‘Half Gate’

‘Sun In Your Eyes’

Disc 2

‘Smothering Green’ (Bonus Track)

‘Taken Down’ (Marfa Demo)

‘Listen and Wait’ (Bonus Track)

‘Everyone I Know’ (Marfa Demo)

‘Will Calls’ (Marfa Demo)

‘Sleeping Ute’ (Nicolas Jaar Remix)

‘A Simple Answer’ (Liars Remix)

‘Gun-Shy’ (Lindstrom Remix)

‘Shields B-Sides’ Tracklist:

Vinyl:

‘Smothering Green’ (Bonus Track)

‘Taken Down’ (Marfa Demo)

‘Listen and Wait’ (Bonus Track)

‘Everyone I Know’ (Marfa demo)

‘Will Calls’ (Marfa demo)

Digital Download Card:

‘Sleeping Ute’ (Nicolas Jaar Remix)

‘A Simple Answer’ (Liars Remix)

‘Gun-Shy’ (Lindstrom Remix)

The Charlatans to play a night for Jon Brookes at the Royal Albert Hall

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The Charlatans have announced plans to host a one-off charity concert in memory of former drummer Jon Brookes, who died earlier this year. The band will play London’s Royal Albert Hall in aid of The Brain Tumour Charity on October 18. Tickets for the gig will go on sale at 10am on Friday morning ...

The Charlatans have announced plans to host a one-off charity concert in memory of former drummer Jon Brookes, who died earlier this year.

The band will play London’s Royal Albert Hall in aid of The Brain Tumour Charity on October 18. Tickets for the gig will go on sale at 10am on Friday morning [September 20].

Brookes passed away peacefully in hospital on the morning of August 13.

A statement released to announce the charity show reads: “Following the loss of our much missed friend and drummer, Jon Brookes, we, together with some friends, are putting on a show at the Royal Albert Hall. The show will benefit The Brain Tumour Charity, which Jon was involved with during his illness. It’s our way of raising money for research into and awareness of a cancer that will unfortunately affect many lives as it has ours. We look forward to seeing you at the Royal Albert Hall and making it a night to remember.”

Watch promo video for The Beatles’ On Air – Live At The BBC Volume 2

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The Beatles have released a new promo video ahead of their anticipated On Air – Live At The BBC Volume 2 collection. You can watch the film below. On Air – Live At The BBC Volume 2 will be released Monday, November 11 in 2CD and 180-gram vinyl packages with a 48-page booklet. On Air’s 63 tra...

The Beatles have released a new promo video ahead of their anticipated On Air – Live At The BBC Volume 2 collection.

You can watch the film below.

On Air – Live At The BBC Volume 2 will be released Monday, November 11 in 2CD and 180-gram vinyl packages with a 48-page booklet. On Air’s 63 tracks include 37 previously unreleased performances and 23 previously unreleased recordings of in-studio banter and conversation between the band’s members and their BBC radio hosts.

Paul McCartney said, “There’s a lot of energy and spirit. We are going for it, not holding back at all, trying to put in the best performance of our lifetimes.”

You can read the full tracklisting here.

David Bowie “threatened to steal” ‘Reflektor’ from Arcade Fire

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David Bowie light-heartedly threatened to steal Arcade Fire's "Reflektor" for himself, according to band member Richard Reed Parry. Bowie appears alongside the Canadian band on their new single, the first track to be taken from the forthcoming double album of the same name. Speaking to NME in a new...

David Bowie light-heartedly threatened to steal Arcade Fire‘s “Reflektor” for himself, according to band member Richard Reed Parry.

Bowie appears alongside the Canadian band on their new single, the first track to be taken from the forthcoming double album of the same name. Speaking to NME in a new interview in this week’s issue, available digitally and on newsstands now, Parry lifted the lid on what it was like to be in the studio with Bowie.

“It was just after The Next Day had come out. He basically just came by the studio in New York while we were mixing, just to have a listen to the stuff we were doing,” explains Parry. “He offered to lend us his services because he really liked the song. In fact, he basically threatened us – he was like, ‘If you don’t hurry up and mix this song, I might just steal it from you!’ So we thought, well why don’t we go one better, why don’t you sing on our version? Thankfully he obliged, and we were really happy about that.”

Elsewhere in the interview, Parry states that the more dance orientated sound of the ‘Reflektor’ single “represents an angle of the record”, but does not tell the full story. “It’s pretty all over the map,” he says. “And that was the goal. We wanted to go to extremes. Sometimes it’s like a bluesy bar band, and others it’s more like a disco band in a weird old nightclub from a country nobody’s ever heard of.”

Reflektor, the band’s fourth album, is set for release on October 28. Frontman Win Butler recently described the album, which is a double, as a “mash-up of Studio 54 and Haitian voodoo”.

Watch trailer for Rolling Stones’ Hyde Park concert film, Sweet Summer Sun

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The Rolling Stones have unveiled a trailer for their forthcoming live film, Sweet Summer Sun. The film was recorded at London's Hyde Park on July 6 and 13. You can read our original reviews of the shows here (July 6) and here (July 13). Sweet Summer Sun will be released on November 11 on DVD, Blu-...

The Rolling Stones have unveiled a trailer for their forthcoming live film, Sweet Summer Sun.

The film was recorded at London’s Hyde Park on July 6 and 13. You can read our original reviews of the shows here (July 6) and here (July 13).

Sweet Summer Sun will be released on November 11 on DVD, Blu-ray, 2CD and DVD, 3LP and DVD and as a deluxe edition consisting of a 60 page book plus DVD, Blu-ray and double CD.

The tracklisting for Sweet Summer Sun is:

DVD & Blu-ray

Start Me Up

It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll

Street Fighting Man

Ruby Tuesday

Doom And Gloom

Honky Tonk Women

You Got The Silver

Happy

Miss You

Midnight Rambler

Gimme Shelter

Jumpin’ Jack Flash

Sympathy For The Devil

Brown Sugar

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

CD

Disc One:

Start Me Up

It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll

Tumbling Dice

Emotional Rescue

Street Fighting Man

Ruby Tuesday

Doom And Gloom

Paint It Black

Honky Tonk Women

You Got The Silver

Before They Make Me Run

Disc Two:

Miss You

Midnight Rambler

Gimme Shelter

Jumpin’ Jack Flash

Sympathy For The Devil

Brown Sugar

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

LP

Side A:

Start Me Up

It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll

Tumbling Dice

Emotional Rescue

Side B:

Street Fighting Man

Ruby Tuesday

Doom And Gloom

Paint It Black

Side C:

Honky Tonk Women

You Got The Silver

Before They Make Me Run

Miss You

Side D:

Midnight Rambler

Gimme Shelter

Side E:

Jumpin’ Jack Flash

Sympathy For The Devil

Brown Sugar

Side F:

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

The 34th Uncut Playlist Of 2013

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Jams, folks. Please take ten minutes to watch the excellent clips below from Natural Child and Chris Forsyth. The image above is the cover of Forsyth’s tremendous forthcoming album, which I’ll try my damnedest to write about in the next day or two. Weirdest discovery of the week has been the song Pete Townshend wrote for The Barron Knights. More edifyingly, though, I can especially recommend new arrivals from Kurt Vile, Four Tet and, for at least the first ten minutes (The album’s only just started playing as I type), Daniel Bachman. Deervana, incidentally, are Deer Tick (a band I’ve never much cared for) making an uncanny fist of “All Apologies”; their version of “In Utero” in its entirety is available to download at www.nyctaper.com, though I must confess I haven’t had the coverage to listen to it as yet. It does, though, give me an excuse to link to my original 1993 review of Nirvana’s In Utero from NME, which I discovered was online thanks to this piece in The Atlantic. My evident anger with Kurt Cobain’s media-unfriendliness and general attitude to fame now reads very much like the work of a piqued Features Editor, but I’m not as embarrassed by some of the stuff in there as I expected to be. Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey 1 The Waterboys – Fisherman’s Box (EMI) I wrote a review of the Waterboys’ Fisherman’s Box here 2 Sore Eros & Kurt Vile – Jamaica Plain (Care In The Community) 3 Plankton Wat – Drifter’s Temple (Thrill Jockey) 4 The Bryan Ferry Orchestra – A Selection Of Yellow Cocktail Music (Sony) 5 White Denim – Corsicana Lemonade (Downtown) 6 Throwing Muses – Paradise/Purgatory (The Friday Project) 7 Four Tet – Parallel Jalebi (Text) 8 Chris Forsyth – Solar Motel Part II (Shaker Steps) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62w0F32q3A4 9 Various Artists – Traxbox (Harmless) 10 The Blind Boys Of Alabama Featuring Justin Vernon – Every Grain Of Sand (Sony) 11 Deervana – All Apologies (www.nyctaper.com) 12 Midlake – Antiphon (Bella Union) 13 The Beatles – On Air: Live At The BBC Volume 2 (Apple) 14 Grizzly Bear – Will Calls (Warp) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-ifqEZVQxQ 15 Josephine Foster – I’m A Dreamer (Fire) 16 Autechre – L-Event (Warp) 17 Trans – Trans Red EP (Rough Trade) 18 The Barron Knights – Lazy Fat People (Columbia) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSdIf7aHRyI 19 Pete Townshend – Lazy Fat People (Demo) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssxrmX2qJGY 20 Chris Forsyth – Solar Motel (Paradise Of Bachelors) 21 Matthew E White – Outer Face EP (Domino) 22 Miracle – Mercury (Planet Mu) 23 Natural Child – Blind Owl Speaks (Rollo & Grady Sessions) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wq-88af4jCw 24 Hiss Golden Messenger – Haw (Paradise Of Bachelors) 25 Daniel Bachman – Jesus I’m A Sinner (Tompkins Square)

Jams, folks. Please take ten minutes to watch the excellent clips below from Natural Child and Chris Forsyth. The image above is the cover of Forsyth’s tremendous forthcoming album, which I’ll try my damnedest to write about in the next day or two.

Weirdest discovery of the week has been the song Pete Townshend wrote for The Barron Knights. More edifyingly, though, I can especially recommend new arrivals from Kurt Vile, Four Tet and, for at least the first ten minutes (The album’s only just started playing as I type), Daniel Bachman.

Deervana, incidentally, are Deer Tick (a band I’ve never much cared for) making an uncanny fist of “All Apologies”; their version of “In Utero” in its entirety is available to download at www.nyctaper.com, though I must confess I haven’t had the coverage to listen to it as yet.

It does, though, give me an excuse to link to my original 1993 review of Nirvana’s In Utero from NME, which I discovered was online thanks to this piece in The Atlantic. My evident anger with Kurt Cobain’s media-unfriendliness and general attitude to fame now reads very much like the work of a piqued Features Editor, but I’m not as embarrassed by some of the stuff in there as I expected to be.

Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

1 The Waterboys – Fisherman’s Box (EMI)

I wrote a review of the Waterboys’ Fisherman’s Box here

2 Sore Eros & Kurt Vile – Jamaica Plain (Care In The Community)

3 Plankton Wat – Drifter’s Temple (Thrill Jockey)

4 The Bryan Ferry Orchestra – A Selection Of Yellow Cocktail Music (Sony)

5 White Denim – Corsicana Lemonade (Downtown)

6 Throwing Muses – Paradise/Purgatory (The Friday Project)

7 Four Tet – Parallel Jalebi (Text)

8 Chris Forsyth – Solar Motel Part II (Shaker Steps)

9 Various Artists – Traxbox (Harmless)

10 The Blind Boys Of Alabama Featuring Justin Vernon – Every Grain Of Sand (Sony)

11 Deervana – All Apologies (www.nyctaper.com)

12 Midlake – Antiphon (Bella Union)

13 The Beatles – On Air: Live At The BBC Volume 2 (Apple)

14 Grizzly Bear – Will Calls (Warp)

15 Josephine Foster – I’m A Dreamer (Fire)

16 Autechre – L-Event (Warp)

17 Trans – Trans Red EP (Rough Trade)

18 The Barron Knights – Lazy Fat People (Columbia)

19 Pete Townshend – Lazy Fat People (Demo)

20 Chris Forsyth – Solar Motel (Paradise Of Bachelors)

21 Matthew E White – Outer Face EP (Domino)

22 Miracle – Mercury (Planet Mu)

23 Natural Child – Blind Owl Speaks (Rollo & Grady Sessions)

24 Hiss Golden Messenger – Haw (Paradise Of Bachelors)

25 Daniel Bachman – Jesus I’m A Sinner (Tompkins Square)

Television confirm live dates

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Television have announced a short, UK headline tour for November. The band will play the Sage in Gateshead (15) and Manchester Academy 2 (17) before finishing up at London's Roundhouse (19) on the short, three-date jaunt. This comes after the announcement that the band would perform Marquee Moon i...

Television have announced a short, UK headline tour for November.

The band will play the Sage in Gateshead (15) and Manchester Academy 2 (17) before finishing up at London’s Roundhouse (19) on the short, three-date jaunt.

This comes after the announcement that the band would perform Marquee Moon in full as part of ATP’s ‘End of an Era Part 1’ (November 22-24) – the first of the festival’s two closing weekenders, curated by All Tomorrow’s Parties and Primavera festival. The weekend is also set to host performances from the likes of Dinosaur Jr, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Les Savy Fav and Thurston Moore’s Chelsea Light Moving.

Television have a long history with the festival, having reunited to play at the 2001 event – traditionally held at Pontins holiday camp in Camber Sands.

Wilko Johnson recording farewell album with Roger Daltrey

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Wilko Johnson is recording a farewell album with Roger Daltrey. According to a report in the Mirror, the pair met recently at an awards show. The Mirror story goes on to quote Johnson as saying: “They did tell me in January I’d be dead in October, but I may last into next year. I hope we’ll ...

Wilko Johnson is recording a farewell album with Roger Daltrey.

According to a report in the Mirror, the pair met recently at an awards show.

The Mirror story goes on to quote Johnson as saying: “They did tell me in January I’d be dead in October, but I may last into next year. I hope we’ll have something done before I go. There are a few more things I want to record. I wrote some songs right after getting this diagnosis. It won’t be morbid, though. I can’t have any truck with that. The music I want to continue to make, I think, generally should be a laugh not a cry. So there’s not going to be any cancer dirges.”

Johnson cancelled the final two shows of his farewell tour, which were due to take place in April.

Morrissey’s autobiography to be published “within the next few weeks”

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Morrissey's autobiography, which appeared to have been pulled at the last minute last week following a "content dispute" between the singer and publisher Penguin Books, appears now to be back on the schedule - in the UK, at least. The book was originally due for release on Monday (September 16) but...

Morrissey‘s autobiography, which appeared to have been pulled at the last minute last week following a “content dispute” between the singer and publisher Penguin Books, appears now to be back on the schedule – in the UK, at least.

The book was originally due for release on Monday (September 16) but a statement released last week (September 13) explained that the book will no longer be available on that date and will no longer be published by Penguin.

However, in a new development in the story, a statement has since appeared on the quasi-official site, True To You, which claims that Penguin will still release the book in the UK and Europe but not in America.

The statement reads: “The publication of Morrissey’s Autobiography remains with Penguin Books. This is a deal for the UK and Europe, but Morrissey has no contract with a publisher for the US or any other territory. As of 13 September, Morrissey and Penguin (UK) remain determined to publish within the next few weeks.”

The original statement, which you can see below, stated that Morrissey was seeking a new publisher to print the book.

The first statement read: “Although Morrissey’s Autobiography was set to be available throughout the UK on September 16, a last-minute content disagreement between Penguin Books and Morrissey has caused the venture to collapse. No review copies were printed, and Morrissey is now in search of a new publisher.”

New documentary about The Byrds’ Gene Clark due in November

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The Byrds' Gene Clark is the subject of a new documentary, due for release in November. The Byrd Who Flew Alone – The Triumphs And Tragedy Of Gene Clark includes new interviews with friends and former colleagues including David Crosby, Roger McGuinn and Chris Hillman, alongside previously unseen archive footage. The documentary will be released on November 1 through Four Sun Productions.

The Byrds’ Gene Clark is the subject of a new documentary, due for release in November.

The Byrd Who Flew Alone – The Triumphs And Tragedy Of Gene Clark includes new interviews with friends and former colleagues including David Crosby, Roger McGuinn and Chris Hillman, alongside previously unseen archive footage.

The documentary will be released on November 1 through Four Sun Productions.

The Waterboys: “Fisherman’s Box”

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In the next edition of Uncut, out on September 25 in the UK, Alastair McKay recounts a recent trip to Mike Scott’s flat in Dublin. McKay is there to interview Scott for a piece on the making of The Waterboys’ “Fisherman’s Blues”, a wonderful album which, imminently, will be memorialised by a 7CD compilation of its epic sessions, “Fisherman’s Box”. It’s a marathon listen, a meticulous reconstruction of how Scott evolved his vision of the Big Music to encompass visceral new connections to gospel, country and, especially, Irish folk music. It transpires, though, that Scott was being rather economical with his selections when he put together “Fisherman’s Box”. At his computer, he shows McKay his musical archive for “Fisherman’s Blues”, which runs to 642 pages. The album was finally released in the autumn of 1988, but Scott tells McKay that a decent album from the earlier sessions could have come out at least two years earlier. “I wasn’t skilled enough in the process of recording,” he admits. “I thought, ‘Nah, we can’t release that, let’s do more…’” I first heard a few songs from “Fisherman’s Blues” – most notably the title track, and “We Will Not Be Lovers” – and a good few more from “Fisherman’s Box” – “Saints And Angels”, I definitely remember - as a schoolboy at Nottingham Rock City in the spring of 1986; my second ever gig and, though a certain sentimentality might have coloured my memories in the interim, still one of the best and loudest I’ve ever seen. When the album was finally released, I was in the final year of university, but the songs still resonated, not least because my tolerance and taste for Celtic-tinged music, inspired by “Too Rye Ay” and nurtured through a lot of Van Morrison records in the intervening years, had become substantially stronger. I suspect, though, that I’m not the only one with sizeable emotional investment in this record. Scott’s music had always been finely attuned to a sense of the mythical and the romantic; it wasn’t just escapist, it mapped the act of escape as a noble imperative. “Fisherman’s Box” might show the flubs, trial runs, cringe-inducing in-jokes, occasionally hokey appropriations of Irish culture and endless Dylan covers that were critical parts of the three-year process, but Scott is much too canny a curator of his own legend to undermine it. Through various studios and a ridiculously gilded sequence of drummers (including Jim Keltner, Jay Dee Daugherty, Dave Ruffy, Noel Bridgeman, Kevin Wilkinson, Pete Thomas, Pete McKinney, Fran Breen and Prairie Prince), it’s styled less as a tortuous slog, more as a transporting quest. So the six CDs (the seventh is a comp of recordings that influenced the sessions) chronologically chart the progress of a band who start to follow up “The Whole Of The Moon” and “This Is The Sea” in a Dublin studio, spend some time in Berkeley with Bob Johnston, and end up in a sprawling country house in Galway, cycling there from various cottages along the coast road every morning. Not all of it is exactly edifying: some of the comedy interludes – especially whenever the Waterboys dedicate something to BP Fallon – reveal that Scott’s sense of humour doesn’t always translate smoothly beyond the parameters of his studio space (though “Dee Jay Way”, which invokes Simon Bates before erupting into a gleeful chorus of “He’s a BASTARD” has a certain charm). What you do get, though, is a compelling picture of a band reconfiguring itself, as Steve Wickham’s fiddle drives the band on with ever-increasing vigour, and Anto Thistlethwaite phases out his Clarence Clemons sax blasts in favour of elaborate mandolin parts. The Dylan fixation is a good indication of Scott’s outlook, a clear desire to recreate the rootsy liberation of the “Basement Tapes”, and it extends into some of the original songs: “She Could Have Had Me Step By Step” is like a fantastically overdriven Irish folk band’s take on “Highway 61 Revisited”. Other influences are more implied, though. A mighty 12-minute version of “Too Close To Heaven” on CD2 extrapolates the tilting grandeur of “Whole Of The Moon” into something more drawn-out and soulful, providing a vivid and explicit reminder that “Purple Rain” occasionally figured as an encore at 1986 shows. Gradually, you can hear a band working their way away from bombast without sacrificing any of the intensity and ambition. “Soon As I Get Home” is a cover of a song Scott learned (as I learn from his usefully thorough track notes) from a modern Gospel album by the Thomas Whitfield Company, stretched out in this version to 25 remarkably subtle minutes. Tricky to fit on the original album, perhaps, even though Scott admits in our forthcoming feature that he should have pushed for “Fisherman’s Blues” to be a double or triple set. What else would have made the cut, though? There are a bunch of obvious candidates: the aforementioned “Too Close To Heaven” and “She Could Have Had Me Step By Step”; the frequently attempted “Higherbound”(the third version, from Dublin 1987, is my personal favourite); and perhaps best of all, “Higher In Time”, which moves through numerous iterations (including a monumentally daft capering folk take, with Scott using an antic Scottish burr) before resolving itself into the magnificent “Higher In Time Symphony”. I’m conscious that this preview might be shaping up into a series of spoilers, but every trip through “Fisherman’s Box” fetches up new treasures. It’s the ultimate kind of box set for obsessives, if not exactly a practical substitute for the original masterpiece. A rolling piano version catches Scott in the act of formulating “Fisherman’s Blues” itself, the fusion of epic and earthly that is crucial to the song, and the album’s magic. Five minutes later, he has reconfigured the instrumentation and recorded it again, in what would become the originally released version. And personally, while I’m just about aware of the limits of my colleagues’ patience, I could listen to multiple takes of it all day. Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey Photograph: Colm Henry

In the next edition of Uncut, out on September 25 in the UK, Alastair McKay recounts a recent trip to Mike Scott’s flat in Dublin. McKay is there to interview Scott for a piece on the making of The Waterboys’ “Fisherman’s Blues”, a wonderful album which, imminently, will be memorialised by a 7CD compilation of its epic sessions, “Fisherman’s Box”.

It’s a marathon listen, a meticulous reconstruction of how Scott evolved his vision of the Big Music to encompass visceral new connections to gospel, country and, especially, Irish folk music. It transpires, though, that Scott was being rather economical with his selections when he put together “Fisherman’s Box”. At his computer, he shows McKay his musical archive for “Fisherman’s Blues”, which runs to 642 pages. The album was finally released in the autumn of 1988, but Scott tells McKay that a decent album from the earlier sessions could have come out at least two years earlier. “I wasn’t skilled enough in the process of recording,” he admits. “I thought, ‘Nah, we can’t release that, let’s do more…’”

I first heard a few songs from “Fisherman’s Blues” – most notably the title track, and “We Will Not Be Lovers” – and a good few more from “Fisherman’s Box” – “Saints And Angels”, I definitely remember – as a schoolboy at Nottingham Rock City in the spring of 1986; my second ever gig and, though a certain sentimentality might have coloured my memories in the interim, still one of the best and loudest I’ve ever seen. When the album was finally released, I was in the final year of university, but the songs still resonated, not least because my tolerance and taste for Celtic-tinged music, inspired by “Too Rye Ay” and nurtured through a lot of Van Morrison records in the intervening years, had become substantially stronger.

I suspect, though, that I’m not the only one with sizeable emotional investment in this record. Scott’s music had always been finely attuned to a sense of the mythical and the romantic; it wasn’t just escapist, it mapped the act of escape as a noble imperative. “Fisherman’s Box” might show the flubs, trial runs, cringe-inducing in-jokes, occasionally hokey appropriations of Irish culture and endless Dylan covers that were critical parts of the three-year process, but Scott is much too canny a curator of his own legend to undermine it. Through various studios and a ridiculously gilded sequence of drummers (including Jim Keltner, Jay Dee Daugherty, Dave Ruffy, Noel Bridgeman, Kevin Wilkinson, Pete Thomas, Pete McKinney, Fran Breen and Prairie Prince), it’s styled less as a tortuous slog, more as a transporting quest.

So the six CDs (the seventh is a comp of recordings that influenced the sessions) chronologically chart the progress of a band who start to follow up “The Whole Of The Moon” and “This Is The Sea” in a Dublin studio, spend some time in Berkeley with Bob Johnston, and end up in a sprawling country house in Galway, cycling there from various cottages along the coast road every morning. Not all of it is exactly edifying: some of the comedy interludes – especially whenever the Waterboys dedicate something to BP Fallon – reveal that Scott’s sense of humour doesn’t always translate smoothly beyond the parameters of his studio space (though “Dee Jay Way”, which invokes Simon Bates before erupting into a gleeful chorus of “He’s a BASTARD” has a certain charm).

What you do get, though, is a compelling picture of a band reconfiguring itself, as Steve Wickham’s fiddle drives the band on with ever-increasing vigour, and Anto Thistlethwaite phases out his Clarence Clemons sax blasts in favour of elaborate mandolin parts. The Dylan fixation is a good indication of Scott’s outlook, a clear desire to recreate the rootsy liberation of the “Basement Tapes”, and it extends into some of the original songs: “She Could Have Had Me Step By Step” is like a fantastically overdriven Irish folk band’s take on “Highway 61 Revisited”.

Other influences are more implied, though. A mighty 12-minute version of “Too Close To Heaven” on CD2 extrapolates the tilting grandeur of “Whole Of The Moon” into something more drawn-out and soulful, providing a vivid and explicit reminder that “Purple Rain” occasionally figured as an encore at 1986 shows. Gradually, you can hear a band working their way away from bombast without sacrificing any of the intensity and ambition. “Soon As I Get Home” is a cover of a song Scott learned (as I learn from his usefully thorough track notes) from a modern Gospel album by the Thomas Whitfield Company, stretched out in this version to 25 remarkably subtle minutes.

Tricky to fit on the original album, perhaps, even though Scott admits in our forthcoming feature that he should have pushed for “Fisherman’s Blues” to be a double or triple set. What else would have made the cut, though? There are a bunch of obvious candidates: the aforementioned “Too Close To Heaven” and “She Could Have Had Me Step By Step”; the frequently attempted “Higherbound”(the third version, from Dublin 1987, is my personal favourite); and perhaps best of all, “Higher In Time”, which moves through numerous iterations (including a monumentally daft capering folk take, with Scott using an antic Scottish burr) before resolving itself into the magnificent “Higher In Time Symphony”.

I’m conscious that this preview might be shaping up into a series of spoilers, but every trip through “Fisherman’s Box” fetches up new treasures. It’s the ultimate kind of box set for obsessives, if not exactly a practical substitute for the original masterpiece. A rolling piano version catches Scott in the act of formulating “Fisherman’s Blues” itself, the fusion of epic and earthly that is crucial to the song, and the album’s magic. Five minutes later, he has reconfigured the instrumentation and recorded it again, in what would become the originally released version. And personally, while I’m just about aware of the limits of my colleagues’ patience, I could listen to multiple takes of it all day.

Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

Photograph: Colm Henry

Ian Curtis’ lyrics to be published

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Ian Curtis' lyrics - and previously unpublished facsimile pages from his notebooks - are to be collected in a new book. Published by Faber, So This Is Permanence: Lyrics And Notebooks, is edited by Jon Savage and comes accompanied with a foreword by Deborah Curtis. So This Is Permanence will be p...

Ian Curtis‘ lyrics – and previously unpublished facsimile pages from his notebooks – are to be collected in a new book.

Published by Faber, So This Is Permanence: Lyrics And Notebooks, is edited by Jon Savage and comes accompanied with a foreword by Deborah Curtis.

So This Is Permanence will be published in Spring 2014.

Recently, original copies of early recordings by both Joy Division and New Order that were found after they had been thrown away have now been put up for sale.

Waits/Corbijn – ’77 – ’11

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In the absence of a new Tom Waitsalbum... here's a photobook made in conjunction with Anton Corbijn... It costs about as much as it would to fund an interventionist war in a far-off country, but if you are a fan of either Tom Waits or photographer Anton Corbijn and have the money to spare, then this beautifully designed and presented tome, Waits/Corbijn '77 - '11, will make a handsome addition to your library. Don't expect much change from £200, though. The thing is as heavy as a small car, so you may also want to think about reinforcing your bookshelves. I wouldn't even consider putting it on a coffee table unless it has steel legs that won't sag under its buckling weight. Anton Corbijn first photographed Waits in Holland in 1977 and has continued to work with him regularly since, so the images collected here, 145 of them, cover three decades of Waits' life and career, Waits looking in many of them like he has been assembled from the parts of others, such is the regular dissonance of his contortionist's body, with its long, twiggy arms and legs and a face that even in what passes for Waits' youth looks like something people have walked over, some of them stopping to stub out a cigarette butt or scrape something off the bottom of their shoes. Over many pages, we see Waits advancing into gnarly maturity, successive sessions marking his progression from young bar jockey with a taste for late nights and wife-beater vests to latter incarnations where he sometimes looks like something sprung to life from an Edward Gorey illustration - as in the wonderful sequence of Waits on a Californian beach in 2002, where he hams it up with various props, including a chair, a violin and a gramophone horn. There's not much sense in any of these pictures of the 'private' Waits, who clearly doesn't do unguarded moments, nothing that illustrates what Waits is like when he's not being the Tom Waits he wants us to see in these photos, where consistently he has the look of a wily raconteur, someone who might entertainingly fleece you with card tricks, patter and sleights of hand. Waits' own pictures, the 'Curiosities' of the book's subtitle, appear in a 53-page coda, a colourful collection of strange and disparate images, junk of all kinds appearing in these pages alongside scraps of text, lists and even more discarded paraphernalia, oil stains on concrete and a couple of that look like Waits took them with the lens cap still on his camera. Allan Jones

In the absence of a new Tom Waitsalbum… here’s a photobook made in conjunction with Anton Corbijn…

It costs about as much as it would to fund an interventionist war in a far-off country, but if you are a fan of either Tom Waits or photographer Anton Corbijn and have the money to spare, then this beautifully designed and presented tome, Waits/Corbijn ’77 – ’11, will make a handsome addition to your library. Don’t expect much change from £200, though. The thing is as heavy as a small car, so you may also want to think about reinforcing your bookshelves. I wouldn’t even consider putting it on a coffee table unless it has steel legs that won’t sag under its buckling weight.

Anton Corbijn first photographed Waits in Holland in 1977 and has continued to work with him regularly since, so the images collected here, 145 of them, cover three decades of Waits’ life and career, Waits looking in many of them like he has been assembled from the parts of others, such is the regular dissonance of his contortionist’s body, with its long, twiggy arms and legs and a face that even in what passes for Waits’ youth looks like something people have walked over, some of them stopping to stub out a cigarette butt or scrape something off the bottom of their shoes.

Over many pages, we see Waits advancing into gnarly maturity, successive sessions marking his progression from young bar jockey with a taste for late nights and wife-beater vests to latter incarnations where he sometimes looks like something sprung to life from an Edward Gorey illustration – as in the wonderful sequence of Waits on a Californian beach in 2002, where he hams it up with various props, including a chair, a violin and a gramophone horn. There’s not much sense in any of these pictures of the ‘private’ Waits, who clearly doesn’t do unguarded moments, nothing that illustrates what Waits is like when he’s not being the Tom Waits he wants us to see in these photos, where consistently he has the look of a wily raconteur, someone who might entertainingly fleece you with card tricks, patter and sleights of hand. Waits’ own pictures, the ‘Curiosities‘ of the book’s subtitle, appear in a 53-page coda, a colourful collection of strange and disparate images, junk of all kinds appearing in these pages alongside scraps of text, lists and even more discarded paraphernalia, oil stains on concrete and a couple of that look like Waits took them with the lens cap still on his camera.

Allan Jones

Arcade Fire to appear in own TV special

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Arcade Fire/ are to appear in their own concert special on American TV later this month. The band are booked in as musical guests on the season premiere of NBC's Saturday Night Live on September 28, and straight after the episode ends the same network will broadcast a 30-minute Arcade Fire concert ...

Arcade Fire/ are to appear in their own concert special on American TV later this month.

The band are booked in as musical guests on the season premiere of NBC’s Saturday Night Live on September 28, and straight after the episode ends the same network will broadcast a 30-minute Arcade Fire concert special, Consequence of Sound has confirmed. NBC’s Arcade Fire special will celebrate the release of the band’s forthcoming album Reflektor but at present no further details about the show are known.

Reflektor, the band’s fourth album, is set for release on October 28. Frontman Win Butler recently described the album, which is a double, as a “mash-up of Studio 54 and Haitian voodoo”.

Pre-orders for the Reflektor double album have now opened up at Arcadefire.com, with the website stating that early orders will come with first access to ticket sales for special shows as well as the band’s forthcoming world tour.