Showing posts with label Live. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 20, 2013

4.9.13

On April 9th I listened to Live Throwing Copper, Fuel Sunburn, and Palma Violets 180.


Next April this album will turn twenty! It’s not tough to remember how huge it was. For most of 1994, all of 1995 and a big chunk of 1996, Live one of the most overplayed bands on the planet. It was during that period that “Lightning Crashes” went from beautiful to annoying… for me anyway. I still can’t listen to that song.

When Throwing Copper came out, I was a college graduate, five years out of high school and still friends with a small pocket of my ’89 alum. It was funny to watch them “discover” this band from York, Pa. “I bet you never heard of Live,” they’d say to me because they knew that’s all I did was listen to music and honestly thought I hadn't heard of them. The same assholes that blasted me for throwing Mental Jewelry on at parties a few years before were now trying to one up with me with a band they didn't have time for when the radio wasn't playing them. Idiots. If I had a nickel for every time somebody didn't listen to me when I recommended something great to them. I still wouldn't have as many if I had one for every time I ignored somebody else's recommendation. I'm a dick, other people are stupid! 

I was definitely happy for Live. It was nice to see a blue collar band making it big… really big.

Going into this listen, I was looking forward to hearing “Shit Towne” for the first time in a while and I was hoping for a forgotten gem or two. I definitely found one in “Top.” I don’t think this song was a single for radio, but I definitely remember hearing it a lot back in the day. “Horse” is a lot of fun with its Country twang too!

The album's low point is actually kind of hysterical. "Waitress" is like the PSA for "tipping your waitress." She's poor and probably has kids and a boyfriend with a drug habit, so give her a couple bucks, won't ya? Ed Kowalczyk - Patron Saint of Waiting Tables! PRAY FOR US!


It was interesting listening to Fuel right after Live. I never thought too much about how similar Fuel’s sound was to Live's, but listen to them back to back.

Fuel wasn't from Harrisburg, Pa, just a thirty minute drive from York, but they moved their after forming in Tennessee. Maybe it was that proximity to Live’s early stomping grounds that caused the similarities. Or, just the typical copycat music industry M.O. “We’re looking for a band that sounds like Live. Can you sound like Live?”

Regardless, I like this record. I most have hit play on “Shimmer” a thousand times while working in radio and I’ll never get sick of it. “Sunburn” is just another great Rock song. 

I was shocked at how much I remembered after the four singles on Sunburn. Second half of this album is pretty solid. “Song For You,” “Mary Pretends,” and “New Thing” all could have been big singles for Fuel.

I doubt I’ll listen to anything else from Fuel this year, so I’ll tell you this anecdote from my days of working at a Modern Rock radio station in Philadelphia.

In the fall of 2000 “Hemorrhage (In My Hands)” was released as a single from Fuel’s second album, Something Like Human. I was on the air one Saturday afternoon right after we added the song to our playlist.

Quick Sidebar – Every Tuesday radio stations add new songs that record labels are releasing for radio play. Ten years ago, a radio station playing new music would add three or four songs a week. Sometimes they’d add one or none. It depended on the week. They still do, but probably a lot less on average. The radio station will play that song in a new rotation for a while, meaning it’ll get more spins a week than a song that’s been around for a while. In a couple of weeks, they’ll know if they've got a “hit” or a “stiff” on their hands. A hit could get upwards of 40 spins a week while it’s living out its infancy. If it’s a really big hit, it’ll stick around for however long the audience likes it and could settle into a nice rotation of five or six spins a week until the end of time. "Stiffs" get dropped… never to be heard from again. 

And just to recap from a previous post. EVERY song you hear on the radio, 99.99% of the time, was programmed the day before. The DJ comes in and plays all the songs in order as they appear on the music log for the day, which is broken into hours. You could call any request line for any radio station in the country at noon and ask the jock, “what is the station playing at 10:50PM tonight?” Most likely it’ll be the first song after a commercial break and they’ll know exactly what they’re playing.

Because I was working double duty for a magazine and a radio station in 2000, I knew “Hemorrhage (In My Hand)” very well before that first time I played it on the radio that Saturday. 

Radio will always front sell a new song they've just added, meaning the DJ will say this is “Blah Blah Blah” by Blah right before they play it. So, everybody isn't sitting in their car saying, “Who is this?”

I saw Fuel on the log and introduced the song on the radio. “New music from Fuel! This is “Hemorrhage” on Blah 100.” I didn't think anything of it and then the hotline rang. The station’s music director was listening, heard me introduce the song, and called in to correct me.

(The hotline is basically the Bat Phone. It’s a number only people that work at the station have and use to get a hold of the DJ on the air right away.)

Usually on Monday or Tuesday a radio station will have a music meeting with the program director, assistant program director, music director and maybe a few DJs or other knowledgeable people at the station.  Apparently at this week’s meeting the station’s brain trust had decided to rename Fuel’s new single. 

“We feel that the word “hemorrhage” is too ugly and conjures up too many bad images of bleeding, so we've decided to call it “In My Hands” instead. And they don’t even really say the word in the song, so it makes sense,” explained the music director to me and from his tone sounded like he was still trying to convince himself. Never mind that two other stations in town are also playing the song and calling it what it’s called. The music director pointed out that it was printed on the log as “In My Hands” and therefore that is what I should have said.

As I hung up the phone I remembered thinking “Yeah that’s what I’ll do, you pansies,” and then went out of my way to say “Hemorrhage” as much as possible. I even started thinking of clever ways to say “bloody tampon” whenever I could work it in, usually during weather updates.  

I did weekends on that station in Philadelphia, at the time the fifth largest market in the country, for almost three years and made $12 an hour. I was passed over for two full time positions and when I left to pursue other options in New York City, I was treated like an asshole. PFFFFFFFT!

HEMORRHAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I had read about Palma Violets in a music blog at some point in 2012 and listened to “Best Of Friends” quite a bit as I waited for their debut, 180. 

"Best Of Friends" is Garage Rock at it's finest. It sounds like a lost classic from The Animals. The Brits loved the song so much it was voted NME's Song Of The Year! It's got a sloppy sing-a-long vibe that's just infectious. 


I really dig the old school sound coming from a bunch of younger musicians in the UK right now. Jake Bugg, The Strypes and Palma Violets. I remember liking Minnesota's Howler too from listening to them earlier this year.

Unfortunately, 180 isn't so great. I love the sound of the band, but the songs just aren't there. I was hoping for a ruckus romp of Rock decadence but it’s a mid-tempo trudge through shallow water. Wah-wah.

I will spend some more time with it, because the single is so good! 

However, I did find some joy in “Johnny Bagga’ Donuts” and the weirdly long “14.” 

Tomorrow I will listen to Poster Children Daisy Chain Reaction, Samiam You Are Freaking Me Out, and Suede Bloodsports

Here is the April Playlist!

Thursday, March 21, 2013

3.16.13

On March 16th I listened to Live Mental Jewelry, Hole Live Through This, and …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead Lost Songs.


You know when you discover a "new" band that you really like and then you go to tell a friend of yours about them and he replies with, “ I've been listening to them for years, you should get their first record cause the new one blows!” I loved being that guy. Now, I mostly hate that guy, but I understand him.

Sometime in the spring of 1992, Live came by my college radio station to do an interview and the label rep was taking our Music Director out to lunch. Labels used to spend money on college kids playing their music on 100 watt mono FM stations back then! Now they don’t pay for toilet paper in their own offices. “Don’t forget, this Friday is bring a roll from home day!”

Anyway, I bonded with the guys from Live in the hallway for a few minutes. I liked that we were all the same age and I really liked that they gave me a free copy of Mental Jewelry. I knew it, cause I was playing “Pain Lies On The Riverside,” and “Operation Spirit” on my show, but I hadn't spent any time with the other tracks. 

I really understood where the songs on Mental Jewelry were coming from. The band was born into the same kind of angst I was. Growing up in a white middle class blue collar town believing you had an understanding of the world and how things worked. Granted, that’s a thousand bands, but I met these guys and we shot the shit about shared beliefs. That meant a lot to me. It made it more tangible.

Mental Jewelry is a solid debut that explores a lot of the topics the band’s later works would, just not in a shitball corny way like “The Dolphin’s Cry.”

“The Beauty Of Gray” is probably the best Live song that you've never heard, or haven’t in years. “Tired Of Me,” “Water Song,” “Mirror Song,” and “Brothers Unaware,” are all some of my favorites. I never really noticed or thought that Ed Kowalczyk was trying to channel Aaron Neville, but I really heard it during this listen, especially during "Mirror Song." 

For two years Live was mine, I didn't have to share them with anybody, then Throwing Copper came out. 

I had a couple different groups of friends in my young adult life. There were my college radio friends, my high school friends, and then random pockets of people that I was thrown together with for whatever reason… part time job, friends with the girl I was banging, people hanging around the house I bought pot… whatever. It was with all those groups of friends, minus the college radio crowd, that I lorded a smug “pffffft!” over when they tried to bring “this band Live” to my attention. “Yeah,” I would say. “I hung out with them. You should get their debut, Mental Jewelry, it came out two years ago.” I would actually say “debut.” Just to be extra douchey.

I did love Throwing Copper upon its release, but… well you know. Live was probably the most overplayed band in 1994,1995 and 1996. It wasn't their fault, but man did I get sick of them. I’ll definitely put Throwing Copper on April’s playlist, cause outside the singles I can’t remember when I heard anything else from that album. Coincidentally, it was released on April 26, 1994, two weeks after Hole’s Live Through This.


I used to love when Courtney Love was batshit crazy, but still kinda had her shit together. Although, I’m not going to fault her for her current mental state and who would?

Live Through This hit stores just four days after Kurt Cobain’s body was found and two months before Hole bassist Kristen Pfaff overdosed. Born and raised in Buffalo, NY, Pfaff, is buried in Forest Lawn Cemetery. It’s a stone’s throw away from a little lake in Delaware Park that is my favorite place in the world to chill out. Pfaff and Cobain both passed at 27 years of age.

Putting the tragedies aside, this album is a triumph.

The first thing I heard from this disc was “Miss World” from watching 120 Minutes on MTV and it was definitely an attention grabber.

Rough, loud, soft and sincere Live Through This basks and then roasts in its honesty, and then kicks men in the collective balls for good measure. 23-year-old me and my 20-year-old Phish loving girlfriend finally had something we could both listen to in the car! Although, sometimes when she was singing along, I felt like I became the object of some unnecessary scornful glances. Fucking broads. Am I right? A year later Phish-lover tried to run me over with her car after a Bob Mould show. I blame Courtney Love.

This is a perfect album. High praise from a douche like me, but there isn't a bad song on this disc. I don’t give a shit who wrote it, cause it’s all good!

As I moved into the digital age and my MP3 player ruined everything, by making the mixed tape obsolete and the playlist king. Do I sound like a 100-year-old man every time I talk about mix tapes. Back in the day, if you were going to craft a good mixed tape in real time, you had to think about what you were committing to tape! Nowadays you can cook up a 100 track playlist in minutes. Regardless, in the playlist era all I ever wanted to listen to from Live Through This was "Gutless." Stupid, right? 

Here are five songs I should have been listening too; “Plump,” “Jenifer’s Body,” “Softer, Softest,” “She Walks On Me,” and “I Think That I Would Die.” And that’s not counting the three big singles from this disc “Miss World,” “Violet,” and “Doll Parts.”

Everyone's the same."

It seems like the further we get from the release of Source Tags & Codes, the further ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead are getting from that sound. 

Masterfully crafted arrangements and songs that took us on journeys down deserted highways, stopping to see stoners and lovers along the way have been replaced by bombastic arrangements and songs that still stop at the old haunts but just not as gracefully. (I believe that is the longest sentence I ever wrote!)

Did the guy that wrote all that old stuff leave the band or something? I can't remember their history and am way too lazy to look it up. 

I like this album, but I don't see myself giving it the time to fully appreciate it as a body of work. I really like "Open Doors," "Pinhole Camera," and the quietly beautiful "Time And Again." I'll probably just stick to those on my God forsaken playlists. 

I think it's kind of weird that as these guys got older, they got louder. Chill out already!

...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Empty Potato Chip Bags

Tomorrow I will listen to a bunch of drunken Micks to honor the snake charmer St. Patrick!

Here's the March Playlist!