Monday, August 23, 2010

Day 8:World Flutes 1 and Psycho: The Essential Alfred Hitchcock

It really feels like I just started this a day or two ago, so it's a little weird to think I'm starting the second week.  In the grand scale of how many CDs have to make their way to the hard drive I've barely scraped the surface.

Creating a relatively small benchmark right off the bat helped with the sense of accomplishment. But now I'm into one of the re-usable shopping bags full of CDs and already there is some dread welling up. I don't really know where these CDs came from (I can't seem to keep myself from peering ahead, though I'm careful not to alter the order), but there isn't a lot I remember in this bag. And of course, today brings my first intact double CD. After a brief internal debate on whether that constituted two CDs or not, I decided it was only one for these purposes.

In one week I've added 98 songs to iTunes and, with the music that was already there, brought the storage up to 9GB...wouldn't even fill a first generation iPod. So very far to go. Lets get at it:


Various Artists
World Flutes 1

Right off the bat, my favorite part about this is that it is World Flutes 1. There was much more flute territory to cover...I mean, they double back on a few of the world flutes on this recording, but stay tuned, man, there's more to come.

Rudimentary search says no. Got it in one.

I'm being mean, but I probably grabbed this one on purpose. I like the flute and, as I've said before, I'm interested in indigenous music. iTunes is less kind to this CD. All artists are listed as "Various Artists" despite actually being fairly prolific performers. Two tracks are provided by Native American flautist R. Carlos Nakai, who is sort of a go-to guy for Native American music. In our World Music section he was one of the few with his own leader card because he was one of the few our customers would know by name. I probably have some more of his music laying in wait in The Albatross somewhere.

Kazu Matsui also has two tracks and was a relatively big seller at the time. His wife Keiko a little more so, but still. (Full disclosure, I got just about every detail about him wrong initially. The bio on his wife's site, however, is awesome.)

So this isn't a collection of nobodies on some museum's collection of flutes, these are some internationally known performers playing some new and some traditional flute tunes.

And yet, it still kind of sounds like an incense infused bookstore. Or maybe that sound of regret that you've followed the guy in the sandals home and this is going to be a long, awkward conversation. Or maybe a friendly sounding narrator is going to tell us the native homespun wisdom we've seemingly lost, over B-roll of grass covered hills and worn out shacks.

Really, none of this is fair. This music existed long before patchouli-scented new-agers, long before self-help books and home published poetry anthologies, and long before pretentious documentaries. And it's not bad... I mean, it does what that tea-sipping dude sitting cross-legged on the bean bag says it does, it's pretty relaxing and ethereal.

Though Steve Gorn's Dreaming Shree (not helping, Steve...) is a little menacing with its low sustained tones underneath his playing. Apparently this is the first recording of this work. It's a derivative of three ragas essentially about the ambiguous boundary between night and day. Well played Gorn, well played.

Really, though, collections like this are as responsible as anything. More than flutes bind this collection. There aren't any uptempo pieces here, anything that would essentially challenge a Western ear with quarter tones or harmonies not familiar in Western music. This is the airiest collection of flutes that could be found. This is meant to be played in used bookstores with coffee shops in them, it's meant to be played by that guy in the sandals, or at the massage shop. It has been collected for that purpose. iTunes lists this as New Age, I was going to correct it but I wanted to listen to it first, and maybe it's more appropriate than not--at least in this context. Context is everything. On their own, most of these artists are traditional performers preserving indigenous music, but here, collected on this CD, they're relaxing people doing yoga or sipping Chai Tea while reading The Secret.




The City of Prague Philharmonic, Paul Bateman Conductor
Psycho: The Essential Alfred Hitchcock

This is my first double CD that actually has both CDs in it, probably because I never actually listened to it. What lies before me now is over two hours of compiled scores from Alfred Hitchcock movies and his famous television show. I don't know that I'm going to find a lot to say about the music that wouldn't already have been said by someone hipper than me.

I have mentioned before that part of my initial intention was to play music for a while then transition into scoring films and whatever else. This CD both demonstrates that purpose and why I'm not now currently composing scores for films and whatever else. I collected every score CD I could come across, and any collection of this nature that would come along I would consider a 'get.'

But while this wasn't in its original wrapper, the CDs certainly have that snap that comes with never having been removed from their case. Because, intentions aside, I could never bring myself to sit down and listen to music that was meant to be played with images casually. So when it came between putting something like this on or something else, soundtracks would tend to lose out unless they were spectacularly bizarre or featured an element I had a leaning towards (like Ornette Coleman on Naked Lunch or Stan Getz on Mickey One.) Ultimately, because I didn't study these like I had intended nor do the other things that would go along with it, I had to face that, whether intentional or not, I had given up on composing film scores. Plus, when I finally studied composition, it turns out I wrote really slow due in part to my lack of aptitude on the piano.

This, I think, marks the third European group themed anthology in two weeks.

I think that some of my problem with studying scores is that you have to actively do it, especially in anthology form. In some way you can sit and listen and decide, "Okay, what does this evoke?" but then you have to at least check to see if it evoked the right thing or not. But ultimately, it's meant to sync up with something happening on screen. In my regular iTunes I have The Carl Stalling Project, a collection of recordings from the Warner Brothers/Looney Tunes composer, and it's fascinating. But it can also drive people absolutely mad as they involuntarily crane their necks around looking for the cartoon every time a familiar cue comes up. So I get lost in the admittedly beautiful music, but I lose the relationship with the images they were intended for, so when the figure switches to motion, or menace, or glee, or romance, without the visual cue to inform me about the sudden change of mood, it can get jarring.

On the plus side, the liner notes are fairly detailed and include a synopsis of the films including the film's making and place in the canon as well as a brief (sometimes too brief) paragraph on the compositions selected into each film's mini-suite or selection.

It's tempting to do that whole "They don't make films scores like this anymore," but that's either not true or misleading. First of all, they kind of do--there are clearly a lot of film composers who actually did get these recordings and actually did study them and you can hear it in today's film scores. And the misleading part is, if someone actually made a film score really like these, with the broad, sweeping movement, wild flourishes, etc, it'd be properly laughed at as dated and ridiculous. This belongs to its time and place, when the full credits of the movie ran up front and at the end were just the words "The End." Big orchestral crescendos when a couple kisses have their place, just not in modern film.

Ah, Rope. It provides that two tiered nerd-dom for film geeks. First is the 'one shot' look. If a film nerd isn't quick enough on the draw bringing that up, they are forced to trump whoever did with the details of how Hitchcock pulled off the one shot look. Meanwhile, the girl or guy they were talking to goes to see if s/he can freshen her drink...

So as not to make you act like it's a one CD set, they separated Funeral March of the Marionettes (which makes up the theme to Alfred Hitchcock Presents...) and the themes to Psycho and Vertigo. You can't have a Alfred Hitchcock collection without the theme to the TV show...that show as much stole the identity of that piece as The Lone Ranger stole the identity of The William Tell Overture or 2001:A Space Odyssey stole the identity of Also sprach Zarathustra by Richard Strauss. But then, if you don't have the violins from Psycho, do you really have the essential Alfred Hitchcock?

That's an interesting note. Nowhere does it really indicate that 'the essential' Alfred Hitchcock in any way refers to the scores. And as much if not more real estate in the liner notes is dedicated to the movies themselves. In fact the preamble to the individual track notes talks exclusively about the films and the filmmaker. Nothing about how the pieces were selected, the orchestra performing them, Hitchcock's relationship to the music in his film--nothing. Here are the films, and since this isn't a DVD, here's the music that went with them.

Onto disc two...I have to say it's certainly classing up the episodes of Family Guy playing in the background.

There it is, an hour and a half in and five minutes in on the track, the first thing anyone thinks of when they think 'music' and Alfred Hitchcock-the violins from the movie Psycho. But you can't fill a two CD set with just that one figure...

Ha! Fake out! I know that the CD ends with John Williams, so when a march started I was pretty sure that was the end. But nope, it's the march from Topaz.

After being faked out by the ending, the John Williams' score to Family Plot kind of snuck up on me. I feel the need to comment on the CD in some way that directly addresses the recording, like the fact that it's clean, well arranged, well performed and selected music from the catalog of Alfred Hitchcock's films (which is true) and someone who wanted a good selection in one spot would like this (they might), but then I have to remind myself, this isn't necessarily a 'review' website...these CDs came out at least 8 years ago.

Week two is officially underway.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Week 1 in Review

I'm not 100% sure how to go about this yet, but I feel like it might be a good idea to take a stop and look back at the end of a week and look at what The Albatross has dealt up.

There has been a pretty fair cross section of what makes up The Albatross. There was some fairly well known jazz, some stuff that perhaps only existed for a short period that I would never have run across had I not worked at the store. Some stuff that I may have thought would be a good idea but didn't turn out to be the case, and some tragic causalities. Let me run down the greater hits and misses:

Top Hits

The top discs, the ones that actually made it onto my diminutive MP3 player for casual listening pleasure:
Henry Mancini Music From Peter Gunn
UMO Jazz Orchestra Electrifying Miles
A sharp contrast, but as far feel, fairly similar dispite the drastically different approaches/instrumentation etc. Both are fairly groovin' in their own way and make good traveling tunes.

The misses - these would be discs that I've unchecked on the iTunes playback, music that I would end up skipping anyway:
Paul Brady Oh, What a World
After Hours 4
Paul Brady has his niche to be sure (at least five people liked him on the Amazon page) but it's just not my thing. And After Hours 4 just didn't live up to what I wanted "Acid Jazz" to mean.

Most Revisited goes to:
Spook! Henry Mancini.
Seriously, I can't get enough of that track.

Most Embarrassing - tracks that I would feel a need to explain should they pop up:
Have to go with Al Jolson. Perhaps I'm being too sensitive to something no one cares about, but when he starts imploring Mammy, I would definitely feel the need to explain why.

The Greatest Tragedy:
Has to be the empty Dirty Dozen Brass Band Voodoo. I would love to have had that old favorite saved on the hard drive.

Biggest Surprise:
The CD that surprised me the most, where my perception didn't match what I eventually heard, has to be The European Broadcasting Union Jazz Orchestra. I warmed to that CD over the course of listening to it a great deal and came to respect it.

I'm pretty happy with the project so far. I actually find myself impatiently waiting for the next set of CDs and it's good to make something of this lumbering beast. If you've been reading I hope you've enjoyed it and would dig any input. Be sure to join the Facebook group for updates and some insight to the process including pictures of the various stages of The Albatross and previews of upcoming CDs if you're interested in checking them out ahead of time. And, if you're so inclined, please feel free to pimp this through the social media of your choice, buttons are available to the right.

Thanks for taking the journey with me so far.

Day 7:UMO Jazz Orchestra "Electrifying Miles" and Roger Waters "Pros and Cons of Hitchhicking"

Day Seven...I've made it an entire week and The Albatross has done a pretty decent job of portraying itself.

It's started Day Seven with cruelty...the promise was the Dirty Dozen Brass Band's Voodoo, one of my all time favorite bands and one of my all time favorite albums from them. This would have been a lengthy diatribe about how ridiculous it is that the Dozen wouldn't be uploaded immediately except that The Albatross didn't allow for that selectivity when I abused student loans to get my Mac.

But instead it's about the tragedy that Voodoo still won't be uploaded onto my iTunes, because it's an empty nest.

The next is a fatal flaw AND a mystery CD all in one. The Secret Sessions, from what I can make out on the back of the cover, is a recording of previously unreleased recordings from some sort of 'super band' gathering of Corky Laing, Ian Hunter, Felix Pappalardi, Mick Ronson, Leslie West, John Sebastian, and Todd Rundgren, with Eric Clapton and Dickey Betts.

I'm not into any of these people (or know who most of them are), so I don't know why I have this. It's possible I grabbed it because I liked the idea of a secret 'all-star' session and what that might turn up. I'll never know, however, because the CD is split in several places. I may or may not have stepped on it a few times thinking it was just a case and not the CD itself.

After the disappointment of the Dirty Dozen Brass Band and the tragedy of The Secret Sessions, I wasn't about to let the next CD slip through my fingers. Fused to the liner notes, I got a rag and a razor and after some touch and go moments I slid the CD in with more than a little trepidation. I'm happy to report that the CD made it. Our condolences go out to the liner notes, however. So without further ado, lets begin Day Seven:


UMO Jazz Orchestra
Electrifying Miles

This CD surpasses the previous champion for cost of a new CD at almost $200...even used is $7...so far, though, I have to say, worth it.

I don't really know anything about the UMO Jazz Orchestra because apparently I'm not Finnish. But, I do have Google, which translates wikipedia for me. UMO in Finnish, it seems, stands for New Music Orchestra. There were a fair amount of downloads on Amazon, just not this album, so they get around.

This seems like a modern-day big band/fusion approach to Miles Davis' early fusion works. If I wanted After Hours 4 to be more Bitches Brew, UMO is here to deliver.

After a few days of short tracks, it's cool to get back into ones that have a run time of over five minutes. And all the Bitches Brew goodness is here, long modal solos, dated but still cool synthesizer sounds, spacey guitar solos, and, of course, a trumpet with a harmon mute on shoved into the microphone.

I had discovered this kind of music by accident long before I was really ready to hear it. The neighborhood I grew up in had a video store open up at one end, at a time when video rental places were new and novel. So almost every day I would bicycle down there, eat the giant Hershey's bars they had available and rent just about anything I could. This included a Headhunters era Herbie Hancock concert and a similar Miles Davis concert. I didn't get it, I didn't understand it...it was loud and quiet, funky and chaotic...I didn't know what to make of it. But I was fascinated by it, so I stored it away in my brain as I wandered through the pop music minefield of childhood until I did the long walk around jazz fusion back to this core material, now far more able to grasp what was going on. One, as a ten year old child, simply does not walk from Feels So Good to Bitches Brew.

From Miles, they don't just play music from that period; Nefertiti gets the treatment, too.

I feel bad that this almost ended up in the Fatal Flaw pile, this is a pretty rockin' CD. Fusion, if I may use a horribly abused meme, 'jumped the shark' really quick. It was a short hop from Bitches Brew, Headhunters, and Birds of Fire to Spyro Gyra, Yellowjackets, and Dave Koz (full disclosure, my brother just stumbled me an admittedly awesome YouTube video of a dude with a remote control fishing yacht with a little remote control fisherman on it that would fish, and the music was a Spyro Gyra song that I actually owned...)

If Spook! were to be my theme song, I think I'd want Calypso Frelino to be the theme of my updated remake if they were do to it in that seventies Hollywood Auteur/exploitation way. Nice, it also has a complete Chameleon-style breakdown/change up. This might be the kind of music you play if you want your car searched. This is cruising across the desert out of Bakersfield at 3am music.

This was awesome.


Roger Waters
The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking


It's tempting to play a kind of 'one of these things does not belong...' bit with this. It certainly doesn't seem to line up with the rest of the albums (well, David Sanborn is on the album, he's a jazz saxophonist). Without context you might guess that this is a mystery CD, but in fact it's the first one to go through that I actually bought on purpose.

Yep, I still bought CDs, we all did. Promos weren't hand picked, and there was a smorgasbord of hand picked CDs before us every day.

Okay, great, but why Roger Waters?

The journey begins in junior high when my uncle gave me two tapes for Christmas: Judas Priest Screaming for Vengeance and Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon. The Judas Priest album just sounded cheesy to me. I listened to it fairly often because hey, I didn't have that much of my own music yet anyway. But it just never caught on. Pink Floyd, however, that stuck. I played the hell out of that tape. A few years later I was able to get a copy of Momentary Lapse of Reason that joined Basie and the Dirty Dozen Brass Band on that aforementioned 40w Radio Shack car stereo (with equalizer!) in the near constant loop. It had the advantage of not drawing complaints from passengers not used to the usual play list.

Fast forward to the record store...the main buyer (who again, has, or at least had, an Albatross that makes mine look like a casual collection) and the eventual manager are both really big Pink Floyd fans. Finally I'm able to feed that adolescent fascination with the band. I learn about the band, fill out my collection, trivia up, all the proper stuff. So when dumping off excess promos at a used store, I find this Roger Waters solo album on the cheap, listen to it once, and then lose it to The Albatross.

Much in the way people identify their personalities by what Beatle they are or if they're "Elvis", "Beatle", or "Rolling Stone" you can take an equal degree of someone's temperature by figuring out when they think Pink Floyd stopped being Pink Floyd. Are they still? Did they stop when Waters left the band? Or had they stopped way back when Syd Barrett had left the band?

I'm not one for listening to lyrics much, so it took me a bit to realize the importance of Waters in the band. Besides, I listened to as much of Momentary Lapse of Reason as I did to Dark Side of the Moon, and that was all I listened to for years, so I didn't know any better.

I feel like I should talk about the album itself, but what can I say about it that hasn't been said? It sounds like variations on themes from The Wall (with constant return to refrains from Mother). Not surprising, I guess, given that they were written at the same time, apparently. The spacey bits aren't as spacey without the tinkering in the background that Gilmour and Wright brought. And Mason. I don't really know how the labor was divided up, but I know that Gilmour doesn't sound as cool on his own, so those other two bring something to the table.

It's still cool, has a lot of those weird moments, like the ominous delivery of a benign line like "I asked if anyone was hungry." Or the Arabs with knives at the foot of the bed. Or the little monologues that my co-workers would occasionally recite that I didn't know. And it's certainly an all-star band. But ultimately it makes me want to hear The Wall. I guess this would be good for when The Wall is played out but you still want something a lot like it. For all my criticism that damn title track gets stuck in my head.

Oddly enough, this would be a good CD in the same situation as the previous CD. Played back to back, this would greet the morning sun as Las Vegas came into view. (I just looked up the concept of the album, apparently a real time experience of a midlife crisis where the singer contemplates adultery...I guess in my vision he decides for it?)

And with that the first week of the project comes to a close. It's certainly been interesting to me...I hope its interesting to whoever is reading this. Maybe I'll do a week in review for people who don't want to read the long daily posts.