Saturday, January 25, 2014

Blame it on the stones...

I'M sitting here listening to Kris Kristofferson singing “To Beat The Devil”, after reading the review on a new bio of Johnny Cash in todays SST. It sort of says it all. The bio and the song. The same album on the VLC is called Blame It On The Stones. Yes indeed. This morning I cracked According To the Stones. (BTW its good to hear that Mick Taylor is back in the group for this tour).
One of those books that you can just dip into at any point and take up the story. This time it was Charlie and Keith talking about their first trip to the Chess Studios in Chicago to record some tracks including their one and only instrumental, 2120 South Michigan Avenue. Keith says that the story of Muddy Waters painting one of the recording booths and helping to carry their gear in is true.
Charlie takes up the story relating how in the studio next to them was a group including Speckled Red who in Charlies opinion was better than them at that stage and Keith opined that even so Speckled Red was never going to get the fame and acclaim and the money that was ins store for the Stones. Keith also said that where ever they went in those first tours of the United States that the Black guys always wanted them to get up and play with them.
And herein lies the difference. In America in the fifties and 60's music was the only alternative for black groups besides getting their heads busted in pro/am boxing and country music was a way of making a living for poor whites and the country was big enough to accommodate many many groups with infinite variety of styles and repertoires.
In New Zealand however the thing was and still is to get up and running and because the arena is so circumscribed musicians get accorded a rise in social status even it they ain't any good (sic).
Whats worse in New Zealand is the adoption of faux attitudes and leaning to the sentimental and the saccarhine and ignoring of the grunt and pretending that wearing a cowboy hat makes yo something that you are not.
Don't talk to me I'm a musician.
Cant you see I'm so f*c*ing important!
Its no accident that Kiwis that go to Nashville get the brushoff because basically they are fakes and the Americans can spot them a mile off.
Now Johnny is getting down on The Fourth Man. A really great country gospel number by the Statler Brothers telling their version of Shadrach Meschach and Abednigo. As good as going to church on a Sunday morning.
Anyway I'm glad I never learned to play too young. Hooked into cheap sex, funny money and having your ass kissed by the bloodsuckers and the record company. And worst of all having to keep company with the geeks who think they are your peers. Now I play because I like doing it and it makes me feel real and when I get to feeble to do it then I can look back to when I had a great time doing something that I loved and expecting nothing back for it except personal satisfaction.


Also great to read the piece on schools chucking out the rules for playgrounds. No time for bullies when you are doing something that requires co-operation and teamwork and imagination.
The tragedy is that KIWI's believe they can fix anything with enough rules. Do this. Do that.
The rule is that you cant talk to me because I am a musician/filmmaker/artist and so important that I don't need to talk to you. Don't you know that because I have an old landrover that my Sh*t doesn't stink!


Not so good to read the attitude of Shane Jones concerning alcoholism and drug use by young people. Its no good blaming the substance Shane. People can get addicted to fence posts you know.
The problem lies with the parents and until you address that then you are just using the substance as a strawman so you don't have to do anything! It might make you feel big puffing out your chest and railing about the symptom when you are doing nothing about the cause.
Dig.


I see someone trawling thorugh my posts looking for stuff about DRUGS.
Well my position is this. Alcohol is a defense against paranoia which is in itself a defense against passive unconscious homosexuality. cannabis is an attempt to contol the users depression. the fact is neither of them is any good in the long run is not the point. People need something whether it is a cup of tea ora fence post to give themselves the illusion of control over their feelings but because alchohol is taxable, difficult to manufacture and useful for the industrial process then it is going to win hands down.
take your pick!

booooomfaaaaaa....

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