Through a picture search website link I discovered my favorite new blog. Good bad Music. Created by a Swiss guy Oskar, it's a high-quality vinyl-rip, giant-cover-scan, very personal retrospective of Metal and Punk albums and how he remembers them from the 1980's, their place in history, technical-musical and production specifics - as well as sub-culture social meanings and implications.He posts many 7 & 12 inch singles (he has the albums too of course, but you've never seen or heard this version...). I completely connect with his experiences, his history, his knowledge and his obvious love. There are a lot of nuances and subtle references too, and excellent non-flashy writing - obviously a smart guy. I'm really enjoying his blog.
Check it out! They've got a new album out (September 2010)! The recording is good, the songs are good, you can hear the guitar work and the love of delay, but it's still really "clean". Some songs are moving towards overdrive, but still very much a traditional Surf sound rather than what I saw last year - go figure. Check it out here.
As a man and a band, it was an interesting movie, but it wasn't great movie-making or anything. He drinks, he smokes, he puts out albums and he tours for them. He lives in a crappy little apartment and spends his free time at the local bar. He seems tired and somewhat unhappy, but dutifully continues with the simple patterns of his legendary life. He references dying several times in the film, almost seeming to look forward to it. He turned 65 last year.
The way you're probably feeling after reading that is about how I felt after watching it, and I put the blame on the film-makers. Maybe I just didn't really want to know what a working-poor Rock Star's life is really like.
He is undisputedly a Heavy Metal and popular culture icon though.
In the film, someone is talking about how he hits the stage, spits out his cigarette, and launches into the first song. When I saw them at First Avenue in 1985, he hit the stage, walked up to the edge and carefully handed me his still burning butt, and then launched into the first song. Loudest show I ever saw.
Anthill Films is several members of The Collective and Follow Me is as glossy and inspiring as those big three. I find myself transfixed by the angle of the wheels as they make slow-motion contact with the ground. I watch their body-English and I feel the terrain. I see the wake spray and my vision narrows as I sense the speed. I hold my breath on the technical descents and breath deeply on the ramp-to-ramp-to-ramp-to-ramp-to-ramps. I want to be there, I want to feel it all again.