Thursday, June 09, 2005

Wildlife: Two Whitetail Deer ran right in front of me as I turned out of my driveway.



Visit: A Tale of Two Movies

Weather: The Flathead Valley was overcast yesterday, but the rain only fell when really dark low clouds roiled underneath the gray dome of the sky. It looks like we have the same conditions today.

In The Community: The Reiss family are a polite, fun-loving group of people. Meeting them at the reception at Leonard Lopp's old residence on Flathead Lake was a pleasure. Tonight is the opening of Winold Reiss: Artist of the Great Northern Railway at the Hockaday Museum of Art. We couldn't have put this show together without the good graces of Renata Reiss.

Media Watch: Yeek! While I drove to and from Lakeside for the reception, I listened to Happy Trails by Quicksilver Messenger Service -- the most elegant of the great 60's San Francisco bands.
I saw them in Salt Lake City when they were touring in support of their first album in 1969. "Numenor Productions" promoted the concert. Michael G. Cavanaugh was the MC. That team raised the culture level of SLC by several hundred percent between 1968 and 1972. Their problem was accomodating ever-increasing crowds, and finding venues where good, loud music could sound both loud AND good.
Quicksilver performed at the Valley Music Hall. (Now a large Mormon wardhouse.)
It was built as a theater-in-the-round, with a revolving stage. Quicksilver played their first set rotating at a steady rate, but before the second set started, Michael G. asked the audience to re-gather on the north side of the hall -- the band couldn't take the spinning anymore.
Quicksilver relied on Folk-Rock and popular blues for their songs. Either Gary Duncan or David Frieberg sang many folk-club standards like Robert Johnson's Walking Blues or Buffy St. Marie's Codine. They performed a few new tunes from their own album as well. A better-looking group of four young men would have been hard to find. Frontmen Duncan and Frieberg had full, dark, curly hair, each with a distinctive cut. Reclusive drummer Greg Elmore had long light locks, and a well-trimmed beard.
The visual and sonic centerpiece of Quicksilver Messenger Service was their lead guitarist, John Cippolina. He was thin and handsome, with long straight blond hair which cascaded over his shoulders and upper back. He never said a word, but stood next to a massive stack of Marshall amps, capped with brass horns, playing his Gibson, which did all the talking for him.
The climax of their second set in Salt Lake was an original song, The Fool, which was mostly solo Cippolina. He made a high, keening, slighly-dissonant sound that combined Jeff Beck's snarling overdrive distortions with Jimi Hendrix's poetic sensuality on his wah-wah pedal. I can truly say he made his guitar wail, but in a gentle, singing way.
Happy Trails is almost all live tracks recorded over the weekend of my 20th birthday in San Francisco. My best friend Jon Ludwig was in the audience for one of these performances, which made the album doubly special, since he had seen them with me in Salt Lake earlier the same year. ("I saw QUICKSILVER over Thanksgiving," he bragged, one cold December day on the steps of the University of Utah library.)
The album is built on two of Bo Diddley's most famous jams -- Who Do You Love, and Mona. There's good rhythm, bass, and rolling drums ,of course, and the largely-baritone singing is alright, but Cippolina's guitar is the main show -- almost 40 minutes of plaintive, screaming hard-rocking, ultra-boosted guitar in the hands of an electronic wizard.
It would also be the LAST album of it's kind. Quicksilver originally formed as songwriter Dino Valenti's band. Why he was missing from their first two albums is still a mystery to me, but Duncan later left the group to perform as a duo with Valenti, so they toured as a trio for awhile. An album called Shady Grove landed in the record stores, like a wrecked oil tanker, with Frieberg, Elmore, and Cippolina, definite, credited vocals by Duncan, and a new soloist -- prolific English studio pianist Nicky Hopkins. (Who also toured with Jefferson Airplane and the Rolling Stones.) He tore up the second side of Grove with his composition Edward, The Mad Shirt Grinder, but Cippolina was almost invisible as a player. A situation which lasted throughout the rest of his recording career.
Dino Valenti officially (re)joined Quicksilver, and they made two hit albums as a sextet -- Just For Love and What About Me. The Nixon administration banned the title single of the latter album from the airwaves for "promoting drug use."
(The dynamic flute of guest-musician Martin Fierro is enough to recommend this record to any hall of fame you may choose. It's a great song, too -- Valenti also wrote Get Together and Hey Joe.)
John Cippolina left the group around 1973, and died in the late 80's from Emphysema. He spent the last decade of his life jamming with other Bay Area musicians in various aggregations named "Copperhead," "The Dinosaurs," "Thunder & Lightning," etc.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Weather: You almost could have swam in the air yesterday, if you were wearing fins. The whole Flathead Valley sloshed along under drizzling wet clouds.



Visit: A Tale of Two Movies

Wildlife: No, I didn't see any ducklings paddling above the surface of the lake -- RUNNING on the surface? Yes.

Charity Alert: The RAIN Forest Site (get it?)

In The Community: Myriad means a thousand in ancient Greek. It also means uncountably large numbers. That being said, there are a myriad of things to do when setting up an important art exhibit like Winold Reiss; Artist of the Great Northern Railway.
Hockaday Museum of Art
Tonight, there's a private reception for Rennata Reiss, Winold's daughter-in-law, down in Lakeside, Montana. She's coming out from New York, and I hope she enjoys what she sees! The official opening is tommorrow night, and there's a lecture on Friday afternoon. I keep forgetting how much work there is in having fun.

Media Watch: Contributors to the blog DailyKos spent megawatts of emotional energy yelling about marginal server ads for TBS' stupid and vulgar Real Gilligan's Island. A lot of normally- thoughful people unleashed their "inner troll" on one another with rabid implacability which reminded me of f***edcompany.com back in 2001.
Maybe there's pent-up frustration on that progressive website about the way Team Bush keeps getting their way, to everyone's disadvantage. I don't know.
Buck up, everybody! The story of the Downing Street Memo is refusing to die, and has even crept onto the front pages. I'm hoping the general electorate will get sick of all of BushCo's lying, real soon -- like today.

About twenty years ago, somebody wrote these words:

Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don't discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather 'round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don't know the web we weave

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war
You can't stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

The dogs of war don't negotiate
The dogs of war won't capitulate,
They will take and you will give,
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door,
But wherever you go, you know they've been there before
Well winners can lose and things can get strained
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world


David Gilmour and Phil Manzanera

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Weather: TOO MUCH rain is falling -- damaging garden crops, property, and roads.



Visit: A Tale of Two Movies

Wildlife: A big male Pheasant was eating in the box feeder this morning, perched six feet or more above the ground, while the various blackbirds awaited their turns. Good thing I reinforced it last week.

Charity Alert: Animal Rescue Site Feed a critter too!

In The Community: I delivered those six Winold Reiss paintings to the Hockaday Museum of Art without mishap after a three-day trip to Jackson Hole via West Yellowstone and Bozeman, Montana. Thanks to Christine in Wyoming, and Erin from the Nygard Gallery in Bozeman, for their help with wrapping them.


Media Watch: "Motown Monday" on Sirius Radio's Channel 6 -- helped liven up a miserable six-hour rush back to Kalispell. The "Funk Brothers," who did all those backing tracks for "Hitsville USA" made a full, near-symphonic sound with instruments usually assigned to the rhythm section of an orchestra. Whenever a producer added horns or strings, they were just sweeteners for the melody.
I noticed an echoing sound on Gordy's early records that developed into a resonant, more natural, ambience sometime in 1963 or 64. Motown kept a distictive "hiss" on their snare drum which other studios didn't seem to imitate.
My favorite studio drummer in the 60's was Al Jackson Jr. of Stax/Volt in Memphis. I heard Mustang Sally at least three times last weekend, so I got to savor the points where Motown imitated Mr. Jackson's delivery, without duplicating him, as I listened to Booker T & the MGs with the Memphis Horns backing Wilson Pickett.
Other satellite radio highlights -- Soul Makosa from the early 70's -- a super-funky international jam. Ma-ko-sa-ma-ko-sa ma-ko-sa-sa-sa! (A chant which was stolen by Quincy Jones and Michael Jackson for Pretty Young Thing, a decade later.)

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Wildlife: I spotted Blue Herons, Crows, Vultures, Eagles, and Hawks from the van on the way to Jackson and West Yellowstone.



Visit: A Tale of Two Movies

Weather: The rain stopped after Flathead Lake. The blue skies charged in and drove away those low gray clouds, so driving conditions were pleasant all the way to Jackson, Wyoming. Thunderstorms rumbled after dark, but I didn't see rain again until I came back to Montana. I HAD to get gas, but huge forks of lightning were striking the ground to the north.
Just my luck that one of them would choose to hit as soon as I opened my fuel tank.
I heard no thunder, so I hoped they were too far away to hear, loaded up, and left.

Charity Alert: The Hunger Site Always a good use of our clicks.

In The Community: Why am I writing about Yellowstone and the Tetons?
I am on the road, gathering six more paintings by Winold Reiss for our grand opening this Thursday, June 9, 2005 at the Hockaday Museum of Art. The Hockaday Museum's Web Site
The first work was almost too big for the rental van, but we slid it in without any trouble.

Media Watch: Sirius satellite radio in the rental van. The signal doesn't break up in narrow canyons, so that's good:
Channel 13: All Elvis Presley performances -- broadcast from Graceland, no less.
(There should be an all-comedy channel on one side or the other of this absurd station, but no, there isn't. If a "Rat Pack" channel existed, I wouldn't tell anybody about it either.)
Channel 53: Soul Music -- Sirius proclaimed "A Philly Weekend," but played very few "Philly" tunes outside of the major "Philly" hits, so I became skeptical.
Channel 54: Black Gospel Music -- Good on a Sunday.
Channel 6: 60's Music
Channel 7: 70's Music
Channel 8: 80's Music
(Detecting a trend?)
Channel 5: Yep, some 50's Music, but lots of radio hits from other decades.
(Some programmer on Sirius likes Jackie Wilson -- good for them!)
Channel 154: BBC World Service -- a very old friend.
Channel 30: REGGAE! Big ups to this.
The Jazz channels were VERY "square." There are a group of lousy talk-radio channels, with more to come, unfortunately -- they were touting future shows by Howard Stern and Martha Stewart.
Besides the horrible potty-mouthed right-wing extremists, there was a channel supposedly geared to the "left," but I think the announcer was a double agent.
"I don't suck!" she said, then immediately played a cringingly awful novelty record, while singing along here and there with a terrible off-key voice. That was enough for me.
"You're wrong, lady!" I said, as I punched the button.