Movie Review: Western Stars / Bruce Springsteen - by Ricki C.

Okay, first off, it’s not exactly a state secret that Bruce Springsteen is one of my top three Rock & Roll Heroes of all time, the other two being – for those of you scoring at home – Elliott Murphy and Pete Townshend. (And Townshend has been useless to me from pretty much 1973 on, right after Quadrophenia, and all of The Who’s successive letdowns, including this year’s 5,237th Farewell Tour.)

But I digress………

Even though Bruce is my hero, there are always letdowns lurking on the winding path of rock & roll, and Springsteen’s Western Stars record is certainly one of them. I fully admit I couldn’t possibly have heard the album for the first time under worse circumstances, on the Sirius/XM radio E Street channel during a long car ride. Dave Marsh and some other Sirius stiff played the record all the way through with commentary every three songs or so, the commentary running largely to, “Oh, those songs were SO wonderful, showing the influence of Jimmy Webb while retaining Bruce’s genius for lyric writing; Oh, THAT set of songs was SO magnificent, evoking the mysteries of the landscape of the Southwest, mirrored through Bruce’s genius;” and, finally, “Oh, that closing group of songs were THE BEST songs ever written in the Sunshine Pop style of 1960’s California, only these were better because they grew from the mind & soul of Bruce’s genius.”

Truthfully, all I heard on that first car radio listen – and subsequent listening’s at home – was a fairly melodically boring record and not ONE great line of Springsteen lyrics. And don’t get me wrong, I FULLY appreciate and love that Bruce tried something different with this album – a unified set of songs, a sort of meditation on stalled stardom & The Southwest – I just think he pretty much dropped the ball on the TUNES, ya know?

Which brings us to the movie that premiered a coupla Friday’s ago: My thought was, “GREAT, I can see Bruce and some musicians with an accompanying string section play the songs LIVE, live is always the best way to experience Springsteen music.” But by halfway through the film (and believe me boys & girls, it’s a FILM, not a MOVIE; important distinction, MOVIES are oftentimes fun, films are almost uniformly boring) I found myself dozing off in my comfy Gateway Film Center seat. The songs – and, problematically, the Bruce commentary accompanying the songs – were just as boring live as they were on record. And all of those stock cinematic shots of horses running majestically through Southwest desert landscapes didn’t exactly liven things up.

Then, at the end, as a coup de grace, Bruce & the band undercut the entire premise of the Western Stars concept by essaying a cover of “Rhinestone Cowboy,” the Glen Campbell hit from 1975. THAT was when it hit me, “Damn, this lightweight Larry Weiss middle-of-the-road pap-pop tune from the mid-70’s is BETTER IN EVERY WAY than ANY of the songs from Western Stars: WAY more melodically memorable; sharper – if not exactly BETTER – lyrics; and far more FUN than anything else Bruce had trotted out in the previous 60 minutes.” And “Rhinestone Cowboy” is a TERRIBLE song that I turn off every time it comes on any of the oldie radio stations I have programmed in my car (and there are – I fully admit – a LOT of oldie radio stations programmed in my car).

One of the first – and, retrospectively, best – rock & roll lessons Willie Phoenix taught me when we met way back in 1978 was, “Never end a set of original songs with a cover, because then you’re just admitting you couldn’t come up with anything better than something that already existed.” I wish Springsteen had honored that sentiment in Western Stars.

Bruce, I’m eagerly lookin’ forward to What’s Next. – Ricki C. / November 1st, 2019.

a couple of videos to illustrate my point…….

I really believe either one of the GREAT 1960’s Jimmy Webb/Glen Campbell collaborations “Galveston” or “By The Time I Get to Phoenix” would have illustrated the “Sunshine Pop” connections to Western Stars better than this easy-listening pop song, and still would have kept the Western theme going.

Look ‘em up, cats & kittens.

Me and Bob Dylan - by Colin Gawel

Listen while you read! Spotify playlist of a recent Bob Dylan setlist


Bob Dylan is playing Mershon Auditorium, November 4th, here in Columbus.

So this Monday I am seeing Bob Dylan for the third time. Not to sound morbid, but odds are this is probably my final Dylan show. While I am a fan of the music and the man, I’m an even bigger fan of the myth. No single Bob record has impacted me the way some Springsteen records have, but Bob’s book Chronicles and the movie No Direction Home have both had a profound impact on my thinking as person and an - ahem - artist, if you will. 

In fact, as I am writing this at Colin’s Coffee between serving customers, I dug out my personal copy of Chronicles from the shelves. I used to underline parts of the book the way I suppose other folks might underline Biblical passages or whatever. The only other book I have done this with is Woody Guthrie - A Life, written by “a fella named Joe Klein” as famously plugged on Springsteen’s Live 75-85 collection. Woody begat Bob begat Bruce begat..….?

I guess the connection between those two books are that Woody and Bob are spiritual searchers. They never rest. They move forward even when - or especially when - they aren’t sure which direction is best. I guess the lesson I take away from this is in two parts: 1) Never stop trying, and 2) Trying something, even if it fails, is usually better than being scared to try anything at all. 

Or, to put it another way: 1) It would be a lot easier to NOT write this essay. 2)There is a good chance it won’t be very good anyway. But just engaging in the creative effort justifies the effort no matter what the result. That is my takeaway from Bob Dylan. 

You’ll notice I used the word “usually” two paragraphs up. This kind of mentality does open the door for some spectacular failures. As Ricki C. often says, “Bob Dylan has made more bad records than good records,” and I suppose he might be right. But still, that is what you get with Bob Dylan. He is on HIS journey and you are welcome to follow along. Or not. His live shows are the same way. Springsteen may drag you through the weeds, but eventually you end up at a shiny city on the hill. Bob might drag you through the weeds and leave you in a dark swamp. Then the house lights come on. 

Here are a  couple of passages I underlined in the Chronicles book. These are both from the 1986 tour when Dylan was backed by Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers:

Tom was at the top of his game and I was at the bottom of mine. My own songs had become strangers to me. The mirror had swung around and I could see the future - an old actor fumbling in garbage cans outside the theater of past triumphs.

A bit later on the same tour:

The shows with Petty finished up in December, and I saw that instead of being stranded somewhere at the end of the story, I was actually in the prelude to the beginning of another one.

I like that. I want to think like that. 

As for the movie No Direction Home, in my opinion the best rock documentary ever made, it gave me the historical background on why Bob Dylan means so much to people older than myself. I wasn’t around to experience the 60’s with the times a changin’ and then changin’ again when Bob went electric. The Beatles might have been the big bang for rock n roll but Bob plugging in made a loud sound too. Or so I learned watching this movie. Growing up I knew Bob Dylan was important but I didn’t really know why. The music I heard never seemed to justify the hype. When he appeared with Keef and Woody at Live Aid I was excited because it was Bob Dylan making an appearance, but the music just didn’t move the needle for me. (As a kid) I vividly remember buying my first Dylan record at Used Kids when I was 14 or 15 years old. I said to Ron House, “I should probably buy a Bob Dylan record, right?” He came out from behind the counter, fished through the bins for about 30 seconds, handed me Highway 61 Revisited and said, “This would be good for someone like you.” Not knowing what that meant I promptly bought that record along with Dokken Under Lock and Key

And I suppose I identify with Bob on some vague Midwestern/Great Lakes level. When he talks, I just get it. I’m paraphrasing here but at one point in the movie he talks about growing up in the North and how the weather teaches you to think abstractly. When it’s hot, it’s eventually going to be cold, and when it’s cold it will eventually get hot.  I embrace that and every once and a while I’d like to think it filters down to songs I’ve written like “Superior” and “Cold Weather.” 

Anyway, that’s the story of myself and Bob Dylan. - Colin Gawel

(By the way, the first time staff writer Ricki C. saw Bob Dylan live was before most of our Pencil Storm readers were even born; read all about it here in Growing Old With R&R: Shows I Saw in the 60’s, part one; Bob Dylan & the Hawks, 11/19/1965)



If You Don't Like This Band, You Don't Like Rock N Roll: Two Nights With The Hangmen - by JCE

editor’s note: Occasionally, at the end of summer vacations, copy gets “mislaid” here at the Pencil Storm offices, especially in election years when we add a political desk (actually a card table in the corner by the water cooler) to the mix. This JCE piece about The Hangmen actually somehow wound up in Sports editor Jeff Hassler’s in-box, and it took him OVER A MONTH to figure out that The Hangmen were not a team in either the NFL or Major League Baseball and forward it to the music department. (Personally, I have never been certain that that “medical marijuana” card Hassler is always flashing around the office is legit, since it seems to be printed on the back of an old Van Halen press release, from when Sammy Hagar was still in the band.)

Our apologies to JCE and to The Hangmen for the delay.

I was sitting at the bar in a club called The Broadberry in Richmond, VA all the way back in May.  I was with two friends waiting for a band called The Dirty Nil, who would be followed by the excellent Glorious Sons.  Behind the bar, there they have a big video screen showing food items and upcoming shows.  I glanced up and saw an announcement for a double bill of the Supersuckers with The Hangmen.  I almost jumped out of my skin.  I bought the self-titled debut record by The Hangmen (Capitol Records) in 1989.  I thought then, and still believe, it is one of the best records on the planet.  I have religiously followed the band’s career ever since, which is no small feat given their ups and downs.  They are pure rock n roll through and through.

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The Hangmen were dropped by Capitol and picked up by Geffen, but their second record, which would have been called Suicide Doors, was never released.  Finally, a good ten years later we got the sophomore release called Metallic IOU.  Good God it was worth the wait.  The line-up went through changes but has been pretty stable since that 10-year layoff.  The constant is Bryan Small, one of my all-time rock n roll heroes.  Loteria followed in 2004, In The City was 2007, East of Western was 2012 and finally, the brand-new 2019 release called Cactusville.  Every one of them is absolutely stellar.  I had never seen The Hangmen play live.  I had never seen them come to a city anywhere near me.  I was like a kid waiting for Christmas from that night in May right up until the show on September 10th.

So I bought tickets and waited with anticipation.  In the week leading up to the show I told my amazing wife over and over that I wanted to meet Bryan Small and get a picture with him.  I am not normally such a super-fan, but I had been waiting 30 years to see this band.  I should digress for a minute and say that I also love The Supersuckers.  I had never seen them before either, but they were second fiddle on this bill for me, even though they were the headliners.

September 10th was a Tuesday. The show was going to be at a tiny club called The Camel (sister club to the larger Broadberry). I left work early and my wife and I headed for Richmond, which is a two hour trip. There were not many people in attendance, so I immediately met Eddie Spaghetti, main Supersucker.

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JCE & Eddie

It wasn’t long after that I got to meet Bryan Small and talk with him for awhile. During our conversation I learned that Suicide Doors was not really the lost treasure I always figured it would be. It was a bad time for Bryan and he said the best songs on it made it onto Metallic IOU anyway. He was disappointed that the vinyl version of Cactusville had been delayed so they didn’t have any to sell. We talked about the set-list that was coming and the hairs stood up on my neck: it was perfect. I told him I had no idea how they had eluded me for 30 years, and if I understood him correctly, he said they had never played the East coast. He was extremely nice. They hit the stage soon after we talked, and I was in rock n roll heaven for 45 minutes. The set-list covered all of the records and every song was so f**k’n great that I won’t bother picking highlights.

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JCE & Bryan

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The Hangmen rocking The Camel Club in Richmond, VA.

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signed set-list

We watched The Supersuckers of course, but after The Hangmen, well….  I had grabbed a set-list so I got Bryan to sign it for me and we headed for home.  A two-hour drive after a show like that one is no problem at all.  Shows like that can keep me energized and happy for days. 

The next night, still sizzling from an amazing show and so happy to have met one of my heroes, my beautiful & amazing wife and I hatched a plan to go see the same bill a few days later, Saturday, September 14th in Harrisonburg, VA at the Golden Pony. Our friend Kim came along to be indoctrinated into the rock n roll nirvana that is The Hangmen. We arrived to a similar, very small club with a small crowd. As I had hoped, the Cactusville vinyl had finally caught up with the band, so I bought one right away, ripped it open and got it signed by everyone. Bryan remembered us and was super gracious again. We also met the rest of the band: Angelique on bass, Jimmy James playing some smoking guitar and Jorge Disguster pounding the drums. The setlist was the same, which was fine with me. The Hangmen blew the roof off again and - for me at least - should have been the headliners.

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Signed cover of green vinyl Cactusville record, Bryan’s guitar pick from the Harrisonburg show.

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JCE w/ Angelique and Jimmy

I was so happy to get to see The Hangmen twice while I had the chance, so happy to get to meet some heroes, so happy to get the vinyl record, so happy----you get the picture.  These two nights were bucket list material for me.  Thanks for reading and letting me share my joy, and if you don’t know The Hangmen, check them out!

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Bryan Small at The Golden Pony Club: JCE, JCE’s beer, and JCE’s wife stand front and center.

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HELL YEAH.

Rev. Todd Baker’s Picks for Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 2020/2021 (Uncensored!)


Rev. Todd Baker’s Picks for Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 2020/2021

 

Well, it’s that time again. Every October I wait for Rolling Stone to list the new RRHOF nominee’s and every year I get more pissed off at their choices. First of all, FUCK Jann Wenner! I for one am glad he is “retiring.” He has always been a self-centered, arrogant douchebag who likes to hold grudges against people based on his personal opinions. Although, I’m not too thrilled that the head of I-Heart Radio is replacing him. Could it possibly get any worse? Now, I have had a problem with the whole nominating process for over two decades. Mainly for the fact they stopped inducting artists based on chronology! For the first ten years or so they strictly followed rock and roll’s timeline, but somewhere things went askew. That’s how we got such undeserving members as Madonna, Green Day, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Janet Jackson and Radiohead!

 

I also feel “THEY” need to do a better job of choosing who gets to induct the lucky winners. Is it too much to ask for a presenter with even an inkling of connection to the artist being honored? How many times is Kid Rock or Tom Morelli going to give another speech? Even worse, some up and coming band the Hall felt the need to promote. Fuck that! We need better presenters, preferably current/future members of RRHOF! And what ever happened to the big JAM at the end? That idea seems to have faded away. These people aren’t dead. Well, many aren’t. Get them on stage! Ace Frehley and Joe Walsh jamming with Eddie Van Halen and Slash! Hell, why aren’t these bands touring together for fun? Mix it up! Springsteen opening for Cheap Trick!

 

Obviously, this whole selection process is subjective, as are my opinions on the topic. However, I am basing my choices (mostly) on hard, cold facts: Can you name three hits? Did they have a platinum record? Are they still performing or on the radio? Groundbreakers are different. They get a pass on hits and sales. My goal here is to correct several obvious snubs made on the part of RRHOF and Jann Wenner specifically. It is time to stop letting the New York music critics cock block the rock and let the PEOPLE have their say. In that spirit, I would like to submit my list of 25 bands, sidemen, producers, solo artists and singer/songwriters who deserve to be inducted NOW. Unfortunately, these days the dummies running this joint can barely induct five bands each year. They USED to induct a dozen or more…bring that back. I think all 25 could be inducted in two classes! So, here is my list of worthy members. Fuck Kraftwerk, The Smiths, Depeche Mode, Sonic Youth, Soundgarden, Blink 182 and especially Biggie Smalls until THESE bands are in!

     

 
 Class of 2020 and their presenters

 

1)      The Meters: (Inducted by Trombone Shorty)

Considering “Sissy Strut” has been sampled by nearly every wanna-be d.j. in the history of hip hop, 

there should be NO more rappers until THESE guys are inducted!

 

2)      The Swampers/Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section: (Patterson Hood)

They backed up Wilson Pickett, Aretha Franklin, Staple Sisters, Paul Simon and more. 

       Skynyrd sang their praise. The Stones and Bob Seger recorded at their studio.

 

3)      Jim Croce: (A.J. Croce) Accepted by his wife Ingrid

Died too soon. Plane crash. Like Otis, had his biggest hit after his death.

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown, Time in a Bottle, Don’t Mess Around With Jim

 

4)      Ted Nugent: (Kid Rock---Hey, He DESERVES this intro)

Yes, when it comes to politics, he is bat-shit crazy but you can’t deny him. He meets all the criteria and even at his age Ted is still a bad-ass guitar player. The Nuge belongs in! Cat Scratch Fever, Stranglehold, Wango Tango, Great White Buffalo, Free For All

 

5)      Blue Oyster Cult: (Will Farrell—More Cowbell!)

Huge in the 70’s! KISS opened for THEM. STILL on tour and the radio every day!

Godzilla, Burnin’ For You, Don’t Fear the Reaper, Cities on Flame, Joan Crawford

 

6)      Judas Priest: (Axl Rose)

Breaking the Law, Living After Midnight, Screaming For Vengence. Boom!

Created the “Heavy metal look”. First band to be sued for killing their fans.

 

7)      Ozzy Osbourne: Solo Artist (Sharon Osbourne)

If Ringo Starr is in for his solo work, Ozzy deserves to be for his!

“Crazy Train” is now in car commercials and played at every NFL game.

 

8)      Randy Rhoads: Sideman (Ozzy Osbourne)

Played in Quiet Riot before joining Ozzy. Still considered one of the greatest.

 

9)      Bob Ezrin: Producer (Alice Cooper)

Produced ALL of Alice’s greatest hits: I’m 18, School’s Out, Billion Dollar Babies… 

      Lou Reed: Berlin, KISS: Destroyer (and The Elder), Pink Floyd: The Wall and more.

 

10)  Warren Zevon: Singer/Songwriter (Jackson Browne) Accepted by Jordan Zevon

LONG overdue. Musical genius. I miss him nearly every day.

FINAL JAM: Jackson Browne / Bruce Springsteen / Bob Dylan / Bonnie Raitt / Stevie Nicks / Joe Walsh / Don Henley / Waddy Wachtel / Patterson Hood 

                                    NO Werewolves! Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me>Play it All Night Long>Keep Me In Your Heart

                                                                        Not a dry eye in the house.

                               

  CLASS OF 2021 (Classic Rock and 80’s Metal)

 

11)  The Doobie Brothers: (Cheech and Chong)

They deserve to be in for the name alone. Plus, their episode of “What’s Happening”. 

      China Grove, Black Water, Listen to the Music, Jesus is Just Alright

 

12)  Foreigner: (Rod Stewart)

Headknocker, Hot Blooded, Urgent, Double Vision, Cold As Ice, Juke Box Hero

Classic rock, mega hits, still touring, unlike Rage Against the Machine!

 

13)  Pat Benetar: (Neil Gilardo) Although, he will probably demand to get an award, too. 

      Female Rock Pioneer. Heartbreaker, Hit Me With Your Best Shot, Fire and Ice, You Better Run

 

14)  Joe Walsh: (Jimmy Bufffett)                                                                                          

      James Gang. Coolest member of Eagles. Should have been President in 1980!            

      Turn To Stone, Rocky Mountain Way, Life’s Been Good, The Confessor

 

15)  The Runaways: (Rodney Bingenheimer)

Groundbreakers! First female rock band launching Joan Jett/Lita Ford.

Cherry Bomb (RIP Kim Fowley), You Drive Me Wild

 

16)  Bad Company: (Jimmy Page)

Paul Rogers on vocals. First band Zeppelin signed to Swan Song Records.

Bad Company, Feel Like Making Love, Moving On, Good Loving Gone Bad

 

17)  Meatloaf: (Jim Steinman)

Bat Out of Hell sold 43 Million copies!  Only Back in Black and Thriller sold more.   

      Two out of Three Ain’t bad, Paradise By the Dashboard Light, I Would Do Anything..

 

18)  Boston: (Todd Rundgren)

Two big records with half a dozen hits that are STILL on the radio every day!

More Than A Feeling, Rock and Roll Band, Peace of Mind, Don’t Look Back, Smokin’

 

19)  REO Speedwagon: (Neal Schon)

Kinda lame now, but in their day they ROCKED! Once Gary Richrath left it was over.

Riding the Storm Out, Roll With The Changes, Keep On Loving You, Take It on the Run

 

20)  Styx: (Rick Neilson)

Very similar story to REO, which is why they tour together so often. Can’t deny the hits.

Babe, Lady, Crystal Ball, Come Sail Away, Blue Collar Man, Renegade, Mr. Roboto

 

21)  Twisted Sister: (Alice Cooper)

Paid their dues the hard way, eventually got their hits and made a career out of it.        

     You Can’t Stop Rock and Roll, I Wanna Rock, We’re Not Gonna Take It.

 

22)  Quiet Riot: (Eddie Trunk)

Technically, two big hits, but they were pioneers of early L.A. metal and deserve a spot.

Metal Health, Cum On Feel the Noise, Mama Weer All Crazee Now

 

23)  Motley Crue: (David Lee Roth)

Bad Boys of 80’s metal. Took rock decadence to a new level. Retired before they died.

Shout at the Devil, Looks That Kill, Home Sweet Home, Girls-Girls-Girls, Dr. Feelgood,

 

24) Motorhead/Lemmy: (Scott Ian)
Groundbreaker. Only one big hit, unless you count the cover of Louie Louie, but c’mon. He was a legend. There will never be another

Lemmy. Ace of Spades.


25) Ronnie James Dio: Solo Artist (Ritchie Blackmore--How BAD-ASS would that be?)

ENCORE: Man on the Silver Mountain / The Mob Rules / Rainbow in the Dark



CLASS OF 2022 and Beyond

Iron Maiden, Rainbow, UFO, Scorpions, Ratt, Poison, Ministry/Trent Reznor, Megadeth, Anthrax, Slayer, Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Tool, Rage Against The Machine, Pantera, The Replacements, Big Star and Devo.


After THAT you can let in Sonny & Cher, The Monkees, The Carpenters, Peter Frampton, George Thorogood, Foghat, Bachman Turner Overdrive and Kansas. (And I fucking HATED Kansas)



After THAT you can let in Chic, Todd Rundgren, Kraftwerk, Puff Daddy and whatever lame-ass douchebags the people who run I-Heart radio deem worthy. My work here is done. Discuss. - Rev Todd.