Squash

Dear Biggie, Tupac, 50Cent, Jay-Z, Nas, Ice Cube and all of the others who’ve argued over petty issues,

You should’ve listened to KRS ONE when he told you to Squash All Beef.

Sincerely,

Nat Andreini

Flocking A Dead Horse

1977

The year 1977 (MCMLXXVII) was a common year starting on a Saturday. In many countries where Sundays are holidays, Saturday is part of the weekend, and is traditionally a day of relaxation. However, in western culture, parties are held on Saturdays because it precedes Sunday, a day of rest.

Born from a party atmosphere and aesthetic, the year 1977 produced an appropriate musical soundtrack. Legendary bands like The Sex Pistols, The Clash, and the Talking Heads made their debuts in 1977; the same year Elvis Presley died, and Led Zeppelin played their final concert in the United States. Within this grave wound, our popular culture beckoned for one last great rock’n’roll album to negotiate the end of an era, and with it came Foghat LIVE.

…Should’ve Known…

I Should Have Known Better from Nat Andreini on Vimeo.

“I Was There” – (draft in progress)

1982
Manhattan Transfer – San Francisco, CA

1991
Slayer/Anthrax/Megadeth – Cow Palace, San Francisco, CA
The Donkey Show – Berkeley, CA
Green Day/J-Church/Samiam/Blatz – 924 Gilman St., Berkeley, CA
Pinhead Gunpowder – 924 Gilman St., Berkeley, CA
Fifteen – Golden Gate Park (free show), San Francisco, CA
Flipper – 924 Gilman St., Berkeley, CA
Neurosis – 924 Gilman St., Berkeley, CA
The Selecter – The Edge, Palo Alto, CA
Red Hot Chili Pepper/Nirvana/Pearl Jam – Cow Palace, San Francisco, CA

1992
Mr. T Experience – 924 Gilman St., Berkeley, CA
Jawbreaker, 924 Gilman St., Berkeley, CA
Econochrist – 924 Gilman St., Berkeley, CA
The Special Beat – Greek Theater, U.C.,  Berkeley, CA
Beastie Boys – San Jose State Event Center, San Jose, CA
Youth Brigade – 924 Gilman St., Berkeley, CA

1993
No Less – ????Troubadour???, San Francisco, CA
Indian Summer – (someone’s garage), San Mateo, CA
A Tribe Called Quest/De La Soul/Souls of Mischief - Warfield, San Francisco, CA
Cherry Poppin’ Daddies – Great American Music Hall, San Francisco, CA
Maceo Parker – Great American Music Hall, San Francisco, CA
Van Halen – Great America, San Jose, CA
Pink Floyd – (tailgate only) Great America, San Jose, CA
Vintage ‘46 – (J Mullins’ house), San Mateo, CA

1995
Blonde Redhead – Slim’s, San Francisco, CA
Radioactive Lunch – 924 Gilman St., Berkeley, CA
Puke – 924 Gilman St., Berkeley, CA

1996
The Goods w/ Gayle Diamond – Pismo Beach, CA
The Gaia – Old Ironsides, Sacramento, CA

1997
Manifest Terra – Black Cat, Seattle, WA
Fugazi – Capitol Theater, Olympia, WA
Modest Mouse/Satisfact – Bumbershoot, Seattle, WA
Seaweed – The Showbox, Seattle, WA
Stanley Turrentine – Jazz Alley, Seattle, WA
Max Roach – Jazz Alley, Seattle, WA
Elvin Jones – Jazz Alley, Seattle, WA
Sonny Fortune – Jazz Alley, Seattle, WA
Cedar Walton – Jazz Alley, Seattle, WA
Unwound – The Velvet Elvis, Seattle, WA
Murder City Devils – The Velvet Elvis, Seattle, WA
The Promise Ring – Crocodile Cafe, Seattle, WA
Behead The Prophet NLSL – The Velvet Elvis, Seattle, WA

1998
Avail – The Velvet Elvis, Seattle, WA
Juno – Crocodile Cafe, Seattle, WA
Bluetip – Crocodile Cafe, Seattle, WA
The Get Up Kids/Braid - U-District Community Center, Seattle, WA
The Most Secret Method/The Sorts - Black Cat, Washington, D.C.
Burning Airlines/Dismemberment Plan - ?? Garage ??, Seattle
TUK – (Steve’s basement), Seattle, WA
Polecat – (someone’s living room), Olympia, WA
Elliot Smith – The Showbox, Seattle, WA
The Pharcyde – The Showbox, Seattle, WA

1999
7 Seconds – Rock Candy, Seattle, WA
Jets To Brazil – RCKCNDY, Seattle, WA
Botch/Blood Brothers - 1919.5 2nd Ave., Seattle, WA
Swarming Hordes/Harkonen/Tuk – 1919.5 2nd Ave., Seattle, WA
Himsa/Beef Magnet/1848 – 1919.5 2nd Ave., Seattle, WA
The Locust/Reversal of Man – 1919.5 2nd Ave., Seattle, WA
Waxwing/Three Penny Opera/Severna Park - 1919.5 2nd Ave., Seattle, WA
Good Clean Fun/The Icarus Line – 1919.5 2nd Ave., Seattle, WA
Built To Spill – Roxy, Boston, MA
Hot Snakes – TT The Bear’s, Boston, MA
Mary Timony – Milky Way, Boston, MA
Neptune – Milky Way, Boston, WA
Piebald – ???? Boston, MA
Hella/Pizza – Middle East, Boston, MA

2000
Leatherface, Worcester, MA
The Explosion – Middle East, Boston, MA
Endgame, Salisbury, MA
Hey Mercedes – Middle East, Boston, MA
Blue Bird – Meow Meow, Portland, OR
John Lee Hooker – Roseland Theater, Portland, OR
Red House Painters – Roseland Theater, Portland, OR
Shipping News – La Luna, Portland, OR

2001
Menomena – Blackbird, Portland, OR
Citizen Fish/Juno – Meow Meow, Portland, OR
31 Knots – Blackbird, Portland, OR
Guided By Voices – Crystal Ballroom, Portland, OR
Squirrel Meat – (basement show), Portland, OR

2002
The Swords Project – Hall Gallery, Portland, OR
Al Jarreau – Ashland Jazz Festival, Ashland, OR

2003
Quasi – Holocene, Portland, OR
The Kingdom – (basement show), Portland, OR

2004
Blitzen Trapper – Tonic Lounge, Portland, OR
The Joggers – Dante’s, Portland, OR
The Thermals – Crystal Ballroom, Portland, OR
Shelley Short – Disjecta, Portland, OR
Lackthereof – Berbati’s, Portland, OR
Wet Confetti – Nocturnal, Portland, OR
Her Space Holiday – Bossanova, Portland, OR

2005
Panther – Holocene, Portland, OR
Antony and the Johnsons – (tailgate only) The Works TBA, Portland, OR
Spoon – Crystal Ballroom, Portland, OR
Jeff Tweedy – Crystal Ballroom, Portland, OR

2006
The Walkmen – Berbati’s, Portland, OR
Dr. Dog – Dante’s, Portland, OR
Shaky Hands – PDX Pop Festival, Portland, OR

2007
Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks- Affair at the Jupiter, Portland, OR
Frank Black – Wonder Ballroom, Portland, OR
Corrina Repp/Pseudosix – Clinton Theater, Portland, OR

2008
Lifesavas – Wonder Ballroom, Portland, OR
Dat’r – Holocene, Portland, OR
Tranquilazer – Towne Lounge, Portland, OR
Club Awesome – Criminal Records, Atlanta, GA

2009
House of Badger/Deelay Ceelay/Sandwich – Holocene, Portland, OR

Empire State Of Mind – Checklist

CatchyCHECK
Inflated Ego - CHECK
Memorable Chorus - CHECK

My Way: Sinatra, Sid and Simone

Having read the recent New York Times article, Sinatra Song Often Strikes Deadly Chord, about the handful of karaoke-inspired murders in the Philippines, I continue to marvel at how one song has the power to compel people to kill each other. It’s as if the “My Way” lyrics hold a latent code of explosives that, once triggered, insight riotous behavior in men. 

I do not entirely agree with the article’s slant toward Filipino violence. The Philippines is a rough place, yes, but chocking up the ‘My Way killings’ to a society full of proud men who do not tolerate bad karaoke singing is a bit of a stretch. Though the article was well researched, I think it lacked one last ingredient that may contribute to the situation. For instance, it made no mention about the two highly influential performers who have covered and recorded “My Way” in the past: Sid Vicious and Nina Simone. Clearly, the song attracts strong personalities.

The Paul Anka song, written for and popularized by Frank Sinatra in 1969, begins in crooning balladry, as a man lies upon his deathbed facing the final curtain. The song is about looking back on life with absolutely no regret, however adulterous. I imagine that people who sing “My Way” might feel empowered when the lyrics, once applied to their own lives, wash them clean of their past misconduct. Singing it might in fact be more redemptive than attending the confessional booth, especially for the non pious.

The triumphant final verse affirms self-righteousness:

For what is a man what has he got
If not himself then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way

 

In 1979, after his break with the Sex Pistols, Sid Vicious made his solo debut at age 22, posthumously, with a handful of poorly recorded cover songs on the album Sid Sings. I first heard this version of “My Way” on a mixtape that an old friend made for me in the early 1980’s. Sid used Sinatra’s song as a template, but tailored some of the lyrics to define his own life, adding a pinch of heroin references to spice things up. Though his version of the song arrived quite early in his music career, he was already looking back on his past with a middle finger. Not only did he alter the original lyrics, but his version was a bit faster and vocally mocking, too. Try to imagine the sound of Tarzan swinging  into the boxing ring as Rocky Balboa screams for Adrian after the big fight. It’s the perfect collision of sincerity and parody that makes this song so good.

On the other hand, Nina Simone recorded “My Way” in 1971, when she had more than a decade of her best albums behind her. Like Sid Vicious, however, her song made its debut on an album of cover songs. Known for her deeply moving and heart-wrenching songs, as well as her outspoken views on racial issues during the Civil Rights Movement, Nina Simone’s “My Way” is up-tempo and tinted with African rhythms that evoke a much cheerier disposition than both the Sinatra and Sid Vicious numbers.

While doing research for this piece, I went to a karaoke bar to sing “My Way” to see if any sparks would fly. Oddly, the only thing that revealed itself was my Inner Beatle.

Untitled (white album)

The first time I heard The Beatles was in the living room of my friend’s house in San Mateo, CA, in 1983. I was in the 3rd grade and had made an unlikely friendship with a kid who had no other friends. He was a little different. I’ll just say that he was the only kid at age 9 listening to heavy metal and mimicking, by mouth, speed metal guitar solos at recess. Before we became friends, I remember him air guitaring and air drumming on the back of my chair (he sat right behind me).

Anyway, his dad, an old Hungarian with a penchant for collecting music on reel to reel, had a few songs from Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. We used to sit in the living room, shades drawn in the middle of the day, drinking juice boxes while listening to “Strawberry Fields Forever” and “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”, just enjoying the melodies, too young to comprehend the lyrics steeped in drug references. We enjoyed the reel to reel’s whirring in the background and the sound the tape made as it filled the take up reel, smacking to a halt when the two songs finished.

It was also at Istvan’s house where I was introduced to the white album. The house behind his mom and dad’s place was being rented by a guy named Rory, a super tall and toothy antique limo driver (Cadillacs), who wasn’t afraid to chat it up with dirty little kids with potentially sticky fingers. On weekends, he was always in the driveway washing and waxing his two cream-colored beauties. One summer day, Istvan and I were skateboarding in the driveway when Rory approached us holding a battered and yellowed copy of the white album. He asked Istvan if he wanted to have the record, and Istvan thought for a second before saying, ‘no, my dad already has a nicer copy in his collection’. Then Rory turned my direction saying, “What about you, Nat? You want it?” with a horse grin that stretched the width of his face. Before I could manage to really see what he was giving me, I’d said “yes, thanks” and he was gone. I stood there holding the 12×12 inch square that was precariously hanging together by various shades of sun bleached Scotch tape, the cover stained with something brown and splotchy. I couldn’t tell if I was the butt of a joke, at the wrong place at the wrong time. What I didn’t know was that I was holding onto what was to become my all-time favorite record, in fact, the record; faded and scratched and skipping all over the place. The only way to listen to an entire song without skips was to balance a stack of quarters on the tone arm, but the hissing and crackling of that old record only enriched the music.

For years, I refused to ‘update’ my version of the white album. I couldn’t bring myself to purchase a crisper version of it on CD. I held onto the record Rory gave me that bright day, repeatedly listening to it in its scratchy condition. It sounded like reaching into a brown paper lunch bag that had been at the bottom of a sandy backpack all day, crammed amid folders and heavy textbooks. The warm, concaved PB&J sandwich at the very bottom, pinned beneath a green apple.

Wingin’ It