Title: The Young Ones

The Peoples Poet is Dead: Rik Mayall Dead at 56

There were sweaty summer days in the late 80s where we’d sit around the house watching TV and chugging Mello Yello. We were American teens with a thing for British culture and in addition to the NME and Melody Maker, most of our understanding of Arcadia came from The Young Ones.

This passage from one of our favorite episodes is the best tribute we can think of for Rik Mayall, who died today at 56:

This house will become a shrine, and punks and skins and rastas will all gather round and hold their hands in sorrow for their fallen leader. And all the grown-ups will say, “But why are the kids crying?” And the kids will say, “Haven’t you heard? Rick is dead! The People’s Poet is dead!”

Hands up, who likes Rick? This time, all hands are raised.

Kacey Musgraves in Joshua Tree

Kacey Musgraves gives me hope for America’s future

There’s no question that over the past couple of years Americans have really come around on two major political issues: gay rights and marijuana legalization. A poll from earlier this year found that 59% of Americans approve of same sex marriage. It wasn’t that long ago (1998) that Ellen DeGeneres lost her ABC sitcom after coming out. Later that year, NBC’s “Will & Grace” seemed positively subversive. That probably seems insane to kids today, but it’s true.

Acceptance of marijuana has been a lot more gradual, but it’s still shocking for those of us came of age in Nancy Reagan’s “Just Say No” 80s to see people finally loosening up about pot. Not only is recreational marijuana use legal now in Colorado and Washington, but 19 additional states allow medical marijuana and 12 more states have pending legislation in the works. A recent poll found that 55% of Americans believe that marijuana should be made legal.

These poll numbers are soaring and they’ll continue to climb as grouchy, uptight old people die off. Young people don’t care what you smoke or who you hook up with. It’s almost fun to watch the social conservatives freaking out and getting wackier as they realize they’re on the losing side of history. They know they’re going to be seen in the same light as the assholes with the “Whites Only” drinking fountains. Not surprisingly, bigots skew old, Southern, conservative, and less educated.

So with drugs and perversion flooding the mainstream, where’s a good old boy supposed to turn to find a moment of decent, God-loving American peace of mind? Surely country radio will continue to honor the traditional values that so many real Americans hold dear.

Well, maybe not for long . Because now a young gal named Kacey Musgraves is pushing YOLO on the sacred stage of the Grand Ole Opry:

The fact that she appeals to dorks like me shouldn’t surprise anybody. But the mainstream country music establishment also seems to be accepting her, which has got to be a good sign for the direction that America’s heading in. She won the 2013 Country Music Award for New Artist of the Year, and she brought home a couple of Grammys (Best Country Song for “Merry Go ‘Round” and Best Country Album for Same Trailer Different Park).

Then again, she’s apparently having a hard time getting much airplay on mainstream country radio, so who knows? Maybe her upcoming tour dates opening for Katy Perry will elevate her to a status where pussyfooted program directors have no choice but to play her songs on the radio. Crazier things have happened and this industry follows the money.

So even if Musgraves never becomes as big as Taylor Swift (who ever will?) it’s great to see her out there making inroads. It’s certainly not my area of expertise, but I’ve been hearing a lot of cool young country gals lately. And not just in the insurgent Bloodshot department but coming straight out of Nashville. I would have never expected to be getting more excited about a mainstream country artist than I am about the current crop of indie rock, but hey. That’s where we are in 2014. Love what you love, I guess. We only get so many trips around the sun, right?

(Apologies for the perpetuation of stereotypes regarding country music fans. And Southerners. I know there are plenty of good, tolerant people out there in every region of the country who like all different kind of music. This Kacey Musgraves situation just blows my mind.)


The Beatles: Dying Young

If we think back to our English 101 classes, classes that occurred so long ago, we’ll undoubtedly recall a poem by A.E. Housman, even though we have no idea who the hell A.E. Housman was, which is somewhat understandable, given that he died in 1936, and we’d be unlikely to have any reason to read him outside of an English 101 class.  (Sort of sad to think that he is considered one of the greatest scholars of all time, and here I am, dismissing him like some circus curiosity.)

Our familiarity would be with one of his poems, “To an Athlete Dying Young.”  The opening quatrain:

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

But then, as the title indicates, the athlete died.  And Housman writes:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.


Which brings me to the Beatles.

Here we are, at the 50th anniversary of their arrival in America.  Of their walking down the steps of a jet (would they have used a jetway had one been available, or would Brian Epstein realized the importance of visibility, back in a more innocent time, when people could actually get beyond the TSA screening without a boarding pass?).  Of their appearing on the Ed Sullivan show, when they might as well have been more unplugged than the Chili Peppers at the Super Bowl.  Lipsync hell.  They could have just stood there and shaked their heads on occasion.  That would have been enough.

A few weeks ago I was in Las Vegas, the place where entertainers go to earn a meal ticket when the grueling life of touring it too much.  “Love” is still playing at The Mirage.  This reimagining of Beatles’ music will probably be playing at The Mirage long after Donny and Marie give it up due to hip replacement surgery.

The Beatles are still with us.

But we are without the Beatles.

(No, that is not a conscious reference to “Within You Without You.”  Honest.)

There will never be another band like the Beatles.  And in large part, that’s because the band, to gloss Housman, died young.  They never became “lads that wore their honours out.”  They put out a body of work at a time when there wasn’t an endless drone of alternatives that sound like the opening of “Tomorrow Never Knows.”  They pulled the exceedingly neat trick of continuing to create new music and new fans while retaining their old fans.  Consider that Meet the Beatles was released in 1964, Revolver in 1966, The Beatles (aka, The White Album) in 1968, and Let It Be in 1970.

That was it.  That short period of time with such a wide range of music.  (Yes, there were other things in between, but clearly those releases mark huge differences, one from the other.)

What would have happened had they continued, had they not had the falling out?  Or what if one member left the group to be replaced by someone else?  Or if the member left and he was replaced by a series of someones?

Would the Beatles have become The Beach Boys?

Would they have the veneration and the esteem?

Would we be celebrating 50 years in a public way, or would there just be a group of fans who’d acknowledge the anniversary?

There will never be a band that will be as big at the Beatles.  This is not only due to the proliferation and cacophony that is so characteristic of the music scene now.

But because there will probably never be a group of guys who will have created such an amazing body of work and then saying, in effect, “Fuck it.  We’re done.”

In effect, dying young.

Total U.S. Album Sales (physical + digital in millions)

Music Sales Over the Years: 2013 Year-End Soundscan Data

I love it when Billboard releases the year-end Soundscan data. It’s fascinating to see how people are spending their money on music. I wouldn’t be surprised if within a few years Billboard starts incorporating streams into their year-end charts somehow. Although — come to think of it — I’m not sure whether or not the streaming services have a way of tracking “album streams,” or if they even care. I would imagine it’s a miniscule number anyway without much relevance to anything.

I still listen to albums sometimes, but I spend most of my day with iTunes shuffling a byzantine custom playlist that depends on a song’s ranking, when it was last played, etc. It’s convoluted but it works for me and makes sure that songs I love don’t fall off my radar completely. I’ve dipped into streaming a bit but it doesn’t totally appeal to my sense of hoarding. Yet.

My favorite albums of 2013 were Phosphorescent’s Muchaho and Vampire Weekend’s Modern Vampires of the City. I also totally obsessed over Father John Misty’s Fear Fun (2012).

Anyway, here’s the Soundscan data for 2013 compared to as much prior history as I could scrape off the internet. If you can help me fill in any gaps (especially 1991-1995, the early Soundscan era), I would certainly appreciate it.

Total U.S. Album sales (physical + digital in millions)

Total Album Sales (physical + digital albums)

2013: 289.41 million
2012: 315.96 million
2011: 330.57 million
2010: 326.15 million
2009: 373.9 million
2008: 428.4 million
2007: 500.5 million
2006: 542.4 million
2005: 618.9 million
2004: 667 million
2003: 687 million
2002: 681 million
2001: 763 million
2000: 785 million
1999: 754.8 million
1998: 711 million
1997: 651.8 million
1996: 616.6 million

Compact Discs

2013: 165.4 million
2012: 193.4 million
2011: 223.5 million
2010: 239.9 million
2009: 294.9 million
2008: 360.6 million
2007: 449.2 million
2006: 553.4 million
2005: 598.9 million
2004: 651.1 million
2003: 635.8 million
2002: 649.5 million
2001: 712.0 million
2000: 730.0 million
1999: 648.1 million
1998: ~578 million*
1997: 504.6 million
1996: 448.4 million
1995: 368 million

Digital Albums

2013: 117.58 million
2012: 117.68 million
2011: 103.1 million
2010: 86.3 million
2009: 76.4 million
2008: 65.8 million
2007: 50 million
2006: 16.2 million
2005: 5.5 million

Vinyl albums

2013: 6.1 million
2012: 4.55 million
2011: 3.9 million
2010: 2.8 million
2009: 2.5 million
2008: 1,877,000
2007: 990,000
2006: 858,000
2005: 857,000
2004: 1,187,000
2003: 1,404,000
2002: 1,339,000
2001: 1,246,000
2000: 1,533,000
1999: 1,405,000
1998: 1,376,000
1997: 1,092,000
1996: 1,145,000
1995: 794,000
1994: 625,000

Cassette albums

2009: 34,000

2007: 274,000

2004: 8.6 million

2002: 29.8 million
2001: 49.4 million
2000: 77.2 million
1999: 105.5 million
1998: ~130.8 million
1997: 146 million
1996: 166.7 million

Digital tracks

Digital Track Sales (in millions)

2013: 1.26 billion
2012: 1.336 billion
2011: 1.27 billion
2010: 1.17 billion
2009: 1.16 billion
2008: 1.07 billion
2007: 844.1 million
2006: 582 million
2005: 353 million
2004: 141 million
2003: 19.2 million (SoundScan monitored them only during the year’s second half)

Track equivalent albums (where 10 track downloads equal one album)

2013: 415.3 million
2012: 449.5 million
2011: 457.7 million
2010: 443.4 million
2009: 489.8 million
2008: 535.4 million
2007: 585 million
2006: 646.3 million
2005: 654.1 million
2004: 680.7 million


2013: 118.1 billion
2012: 89.5 billion (calculated on reports that 2013 was up 32%)

Sources: USA Today, Billboard, Billboard, Billboard, Billboard, Billboard, Billboard, Billboard, Billboard, USA Today, Computer World, New York Times, Hollywood Reporter, CTV, BBC, WSJ, Billboard, Billboard, Billboard, Billboard, Billboard, Billboard, Pitchfork, Narm.


A Glorious Noise Guide to Bob Dylan


I have a favorite era of Dylan, and it’s short: 1965-66. There’s stuff he did before and after that I like a lot, but the bulk of my mix comes from those two years. And I’ll defend that decision to the death; feel free to make your own Dylan playlist that represents his career more thoroughly. These are songs that I love, songs that showcase my favorite themes of Dylan’s catalog: aching love songs, bitter breakup songs, country-fried rock songs with trippy wordplay. That’s my bag.

There aren’t any “protest” songs here (Dylan dismissed them as “finger pointing songs”), but there’s still plenty of finger pointing. Instead of obvious targets such as warmongers and segregationists, my favorite Dylan songs take aim at his fellow Baby Boomers for being a bunch of pretentious phonies. He was prescient like that.

1. Tell Me, Momma – Dylan is known for his lyrics, but that’s not why I kicked off my comp with this song. “Tell Me, Momma” sounds closer to the Velvet Underground than any other “classic rock” of the era. Dig that organ drone! It certainly doesn’t sounds like folk music, and the barely discernible lyrics are secondary to the racket. A blatant “folk you!” to his audience’s expectations.

2. Subterranean Homesick Blues – Another one where the words don’t really mean anything. Except, of course, when they mean everything. “You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows,” after all. It’s the sound of a guy having fun with language, and daring pointy-headed beard-scratchers to try to make sense of it.

3. Eternal Circle – I like this because all he wants to do is finish his damn song so he can go out and hook up with a girl, but it just won’t end! Tom Waits ended up with the same punchline on “I Hope That I Don’t Fall in Love with You.”

4. All I Really Want To Do – Gotta love that harmonica. If you’re listening to this on the train, everybody around you will know it’s Dylan. I love the way this is recorded, where you can hear his sniffling and chuckling between words. This might be a love-it-or-hate-it vocal for Dylan newbs. I love it, but I can understand it might take some getting used to. My wife told me that when she was a little girl she heard a Dylan song on the radio and asked her mom how a guy who sounds like that could be on the radio. The answer: “It’s political.” Perfect.

5. If You Gotta Go, Go Now – I like it when Dylan gets a little raunchy. “It ain’t that I’m questioning you to take part in any quiz / It’s just that I ain’t got no watch and you keep asking me what time it is.”

6. Tombstone Blues – This sounds like the Pixies, like it could be on Come On Pilgrim with the frantic acoustic and screaming lead guitar. And Dylan’s voice doesn’t get any snottier than this.

7. Highway 61 Revisited – Get past the clown whistle, and just listen to that Wurlitzer electric piano boogie. The conversational lyrics are playful and funny. Dylan’s humor is often overlooked when he is depicted as Serious Artist, Voice of a Generation. Dude could be hilarious.

8. Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? – My favorite Dylan narrative structure is his second-person plea to a woman about what a dick the guy she’s with is. This one’s about a controlling asshole: “Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed?”

9. Like a Rolling Stone – OK I know this song is overplayed to the point of becoming sonic wallpaper but hear me out. I almost put an alternative take or live version on here to force you to listen with fresh ears, but the master version is fucking perfect. As I get older the lyrics hit me harder and harder. I’m pretty darn happy with how my life has turned out, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have regrets. And this song is all about how the hubris of youth gets quashed by the realities of life. One of the bits that kills me every time is: “You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely / But you know you only used to get juiced in it.” My poor mom worked three crappy jobs to be able to afford to send me to my fancy-assed private college, and what did I do there? Get wasted. I’m aware that my life could’ve easily turned out like the subject of Dylan’s scorn (still could!), and I try hard now not to take things for granted when I’m hanging out with “all the pretty people drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made.”

10. Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues – Gotta include this for no other reason than the Beastie Boys sample (“Finger Lickin’ Good”), but even without that its moody, piano-driven vibe makes it worthy. Plus, Dylan’s exhausted vocals perfectly fit the Kerouac-inspired tale of a trip to a border town.

11. Visions of Johanna – This is another one of those songs that you can listen to a million times and catch new stuff each time. I’ve tried to parse out a linear narrative, and sometimes it feels like I’ve almost got it, and then it just disappears. Which, I guess, is kinda the point of the song. By the end of the second verse, you might think you’ve got it figured out: “Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near / She’s delicate and seems like the mirror / But she just makes it all too concise and too clear / That Johanna’s not here.” Sounds like a fairly straightforward “I want the one I can’t have, and it’s driving me mad” scenario. But then in the third verse our narrator can’t sleep and ends up out in the hall with Little Boy Lost: “He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all.” And the fourth verse has him making fun of tourists in a museum until “these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.” The final verse introduces a bunch of new characters, builds to a musical climax, and at the end “these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.”

12. She’s Your Lover Now – Another second-person stream of vitriol, this time the “you” in question flips between his ex and her new guy. My favorite line is: “You just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can’t you reach? / I see you kiss her on the cheek every time she gives a speech.” It has the bitterness and that specificity of an early Mountain Goats song. The fact that this take trails off before the song is actually finished just makes it even better, as if Dylan is so pissed he can’t even make it to the end without kicking over his mic stand in a fit of spite.

13. If You See Her, Say Hello – Similar subject but different perspective. No longer angry. “She might think that I’ve forgotten her, don’t tell her it isn’t so.”

14. Tangled Up in Blue – My favorite line in this song is: “I must admit I felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe.” Heh heh.

15. Simple Twist of Fate – A relatively simple story about bringing a woman back to a hotel and waking up alone. It’s in the third-person until the final verse where Dylan takes it into the first-person (“I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring”) for a little extra oomph when we realize the woman he’s talking about there probably isn’t the same lady he hooked up with in the beginning of the song. Oops.

16. Blind Willie McTell – Recorded in 1983 and inexplicably not released until 1991 considering the fact that it’s better than everything else he did in the eighties combined. An apocalyptic travelog that takes us through time and across the South to explore the roots of American music from “charcoal gypsy maidens,” chain gangs, and “ghosts of slavery ships.” Heavy stuff.

Rockin’ the Vodka on the (Lava) Rocks

Given the anti-gay laws and whole Edward Snowden contretemps, it seems as though Russian vodka isn’t as popular in drinking establishments in the West as it once was, which provides an opening for distillers from other countries. . .including Iceland.  Yes, the land of Björk.

Timing is good for Reyka vodka, which uses lava rocks for filtration, especially as it is running a contest for musicians, DJs and fans to perform at and attend the Iceland Airwaves music festival, which will be held October 30 to November 3.

Musicians and DJs have until August 19 to send in their work to Reyka, using Grooveshark (http://grooveshark.com/reykabands).  Music lovers have time for a cocktail or two, as they’re not to sign up for their chances to win until later this month: they can do it on Reyka’s Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/ReykaVodka) from August 30 th through September 30 th.

There will be two bands and two fans sent to the festival among the glaciers and lava.

Says Reyka senior brand manager Lindsay Prociw, “We want our creative friends around the world to flock to Reyka’s land as a beacon of inspiration and imagination, and we’re happy to shepherd them one band, or fan, at a time.”

Presumably with a sufficient number of Reykas on the rocks, and shepherding is a requirement.


Neil Young - Everybody's Rockin'

Songs, Law Suits & Sundaes

Neil Young - Everybody's Rockin'

While the idea that artists can make music that is not what people, fans, mainly, think or expect them to make and yet that music has as much validity as anything that they may have previously recorded or performed raised in this recent entry about Elvis Costello, it has come to my attention that this isn’t some philosophical rabbit hole, but potentially something that could have crippling consequences for the performer in question.

That is, back in the 1980s, when Neil Young was signed to David Geffen’s label, Geffen sued Young for $3-million, with the suit claiming that the music that Young was putting out—Trans and then Everybody’s Rockin’—were “unrepresentative” of, well, presumably Neil Young music.

The suit was dropped, but consider what the existence of the suit in the first place meant.

Neil Young was signed to a label presumably because there was something that was considered to be “Neil Young Music.”  Prior to that point in time, Young had put out a rather robust body of work, a collection that could be considered, to put it modestly, eclectic.

Does, say, Harvest (’72) have much similarity to Rust Never Sleeps (’79)?

Yet Geffen seems to have thought that there was Neil Young Music and there was something that was Not Neil Young Music.  He had paid for NYM.  He was getting what he perceived to be NNYM.  And so he wanted his money back.

If you went to an ice cream store and ordered a banana split and they gave you a hot fudge sundae, you’d probably want a redo, at the very least.  Arguably some of the components of the banana split are like those of the hot fudge sundae, but that’s not what you had in mind.

And Geffen didn’t have, apparently, Trans and Everybody’s Rockin’ in mind, either.

So who’s right?  Who decides?  The artist/performer or the person paying for the product?  (Yes, “product” is a loaded word, but most musicians are not involved in personal not-for-profit undertakings, because when they go to the ice cream store for that hot fudge sundae, the person behind the counter expects money, not a song.)

Rock and roll can change your life.