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The Who are the best known and most brilliant expression of the most influential “youth movement” ever to take Great Britain, the Mods. Their career began in Shepherd’s Bush, a lower-class suburb of London, and took them through such places as Brighton-by-the-sea, scene of the great Mod-Rocker battles several years ago. Their first recording was “My Generation.” Peter Townshend is the well-known guitarist in the group, but he is also the group’s main driving force, the author of most of the material, the composer of most of the music and the impetus behind the Who’s stylistic stance. It was he, for example, who is credited with initiating the Union Jack style in clothes, something he did by draping Keith Moon in them. The Who’s generation has gotten older and the change is seen in their records: “The Kids Are Alright” to “Happy Jack;” and from “Happy Jack” to girls and boys with perspiration, pimple and … [Read more...] about Pete Townshend Talks Mods, Recording, and Smashing Guitars

Jenny Lewis first met David Cohn, a.k.a. Chicago rapper Serengeti, at a Berlin music festival in 2018. The two became fast friends, but their hectic schedules initially prevented them from working together. Once the pandemic took hold, that all changed: Their isolation became a catalyst for collaboration. Last spring, the duo began trading beats and vocals back and forth via text. “Unblu,” a French New Wave–tinged ballad featuring verses of Cohn’s spoken word paired with Lewis’ ethereal hook, was the first track to result. “All my songs are demoed on my phone, but to have someone on the other end who is not only listening but contributing, it really inspired me in a way that I hadn’t been before,” Lewis says.  The pair recently followed up their debut single with the more avant-garde “Vroom Vroom,” and they say they’re just getting started. “We’re working on six [songs] right now, assuming they’ll … [Read more...] about Don’t Call Jenny Lewis and Serengeti an Unlikely Duo

Scorpeze and Cordell Johnson’s “Jazzgalaktik” starts with a pair of tributes. A brief, descending squeak, like a machine powering down, evokes the opening of turn-of-the-century club-fillers like Spiller’s “Groovejet (If This Ain’t Love),” while a grandly wobbling synthesizer nods to Mr. Fingers’ “Qwazars.” This is house music homage, and also a sign that the producers are ready to take a big swing. Around 70 seconds, after the Mr. Fingers-esque effect fades away, thick chords from an electric keyboard flop into the track, answered by a hammering, downward run on a piano. These instruments continue to skirmish for most of the remaining six minutes of “Jazzgalaktik,” flirting and fighting as the rhythm section, full of hand percussion and vamping bass, sails beneath them. The ebb and flow is expertly orchestrated for the swirl of the dance floor. In an email, Scorpeze says “Jazzgalaktik” started in the … [Read more...] about Song You Need to Know: Scorpeze and Cordell Johnson, ‘Jazzgalaktik’

Ahead of a new 50th-anniversary reissue of the Band ’s Stage Fright , Robbie Robertson would like to apologize. “I made a mistake,” he says from his L.A. office. “And now I’m so thrilled that I could undo that mistake and make this record what I thought it was, and the experience I thought it was.” Recorded in their home base of Woodstock, New York, and released in 1970, Stage Fright was the Band’s third album, home to future concert staples like the title song and “The Shape I’m In.” But the running order of those songs, Robertson says, never sat quite right with him. At that point, the Band were in a fragile state — the moment “when everything changed for us,” Levon Helm wrote in his memoir, This Wheel’s on Fire — and for the sake of unity, Robertson says he began pushing the others in the group to collaborate on songs with him. They did, to varying degrees, and when Stage Fright was finished, Robertson put together a track sequence for the album, which would open … [Read more...] about Robbie Robertson on Reworking the Band’s ‘Stage Fright’: ‘This Is What It’s Supposed to Be’

In October Waylon Jennings was inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame. His testy relationship with the Country Music Association went back years; and despite having mellowed some recently, he didn’t disappoint. “Actually I think they’ve set it where it’s not gonna be broadcast this year because they’re afraid of what I was gonna say,” he joked from his Arizona home last year. “Naw, my son’s gonna pick it up. I decided to go ahead and not say anything, just shut up and mind my business.” It was still a last whisper of defiance from a music legend with a reputation for roaring, one who crafted a career of calling bluffs and being the last to swerve out of a game of chicken. Jennings died February 13th at his home in Arizona after battling diabetes for the past several years. He was sixty-four. All apologies to Gram Parsons — who played great, straight country wrapped in a dope-smoking hippie cloak — but should one wish to find the embodiment of the always amorphous term that … [Read more...] about Waylon Jennings Dead at Sixty-four