Showing posts with label Bonnie Raitt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bonnie Raitt. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Daijams' Full Grammys 2012 Recap

We interrupt your regularly scheduled Daijams' Full Concert Tuesday to bring you...an even longer concert, interspersed with awards to some of America's (er, the music industry's) favorite artists! Let's recap the most-watched Grammy Awards since Michael Jackson's eight-category sweep in 1984.

In the 54th annual showcase of America's taste in music, there was much to be joyful about. As I mentioned yesterday, and as you've no doubt seen all over the Internets, the soul-wrenching British contralto Adele made a clean sweep, winning every category in which she was nominated for a total of six golden, wood-mounted gramophone statuettes, tying Beyoncé's record for the most wins by a female performer in one year. I just adore her photo shoot backstage, and look at how it compares to 2009's two (measly) wins:

    
GIRL YOU LOOK STUNNING! Left 2009; right 2012.

My roommates and I sat down to watch the Grammys about an hour and a half late on Sunday night, but thanks to the magic of DVR, it meant we got to skip previews and commercials and get right to the good stuff. We cuddled up and settled in for a dose of Americana. We weren't waiting long, as 62-year-old vintage American rocker Bruce Springsteen opened the evening with a performance of "We Take Care of Our Own." I'll be honest, most of Springsteen's songs sound much the same to me, and I feared a descent into boredom with yet another generic display of patriotism. But damn, who doesn't love the Boss? He's such a great musician, not to mention the fact that the guy is still standing on speakers, windmilling his guitar like a rock star. The 21-time Grammy winner deserved the room's standing ovation.


After host LL Cool J presented a somber Whitney Houston tribute, the Grammys continued with a healthy dose of exuberance, which was a relief -- we would honor both Whitney and the winners by celebrating the joy that music brings to our lives. "This night is bigger than any one of us," Mr. Cool J reminded us. "This night is about something truly universal and healing. This night is about music."  Kind of cheesy, but totally on point, and it was the host's finest moment of the night.

We were off to the races with Bruno Mars' performance of "Runaway Baby" off 2010's Doo-Wops and Hooligans. The 26-year-old rocked the house with his soulful voice, gold Dolce & Gabbana jacket and matching bow tie, and tight, low-impact choreography. My roommates and I agreed he was definitely singing live, as had the Boss, making the evening 2/2 thus far. Mars even got playful: "Tonight we celebrate music! Tonight we celebrate the beautiful Whitney Houston! So get off your rich asses and have some fun!" The rest, you might say, was James Brown.


Thursday, February 2, 2012

The Rolling Stones: "Time is On My Side"

In 1969, band manager Sam Cutler introduced the Rolling Stones as "the greatest rock and roll band in the world" -- a nickname that has stuck, regardless of one's belief in the veracity of the statement.

Today I'm going to tell you the story of a song, and of the band that made it famous. Specifically, this song and this band:


That's a recording of the Rolling Stones on the Ed Sullivan Show in October 1964, five years before their manager made his somewhat lofty introduction. Note that Ed Sullivan fumbles a bit in his own introduction, trying to remember the name of both the song and the band, his eyes searching off-stage for a cue card, his arms raised in distracted vexation. This is because the Rolling Stones were, at that time, a brand-new band. They'd released their first album in the U.K. the year earlier -- full of covers, with only a few original tunes -- and it had done modestly well, well enough that they got to start playing outside of London, even securing their first U.S. tour in the summer of 1964. Mick Jagger and Keith Richards hadn't yet become the songwriting legends that would carry the band through more than 20 albums; that first performance on Ed Sullivan, they were only 21 years old, and probably thrilled to be playing on TV at all. As Ed Sullivan's disinterest suggests, they were no more than a moderately successful British rock & roll, blues band.

But perhaps Ed Sullivan is actually just flustered by the screaming girls, who seem to be warming up for what will become a constant drone of girl-sighs and screeches of ecstasy throughout the performance. This was a sign of good things to come, but at the time the Rolling Stones must have been relieved to hear it. The group's hopes for U.S. success hinged on their ability to translate the enthusiasm for British rock spurred by the Beatles in the months prior to their arrival in the U.S.

The Beatles had landed in the U.S. with a huge splash in February 1964, officially setting off the far-reaching 1960's British Invasion of the American music industry. The girls in America already had their voices primed to scream, and the Beatles were asked about it immediately when they landed in New York:

Q: Are you a little embarrassed by the lunacy you cause?
     John Lennon: No, it's great.
     Paul McCartney: No.
     Ringo Starr: Marvelous.
     George Harrison: We love it.
     John: We like lunatics.
Q: You're in favor of lunacy?
     The Beatles: Yeah.
     John: It's healthy.

The Stones arrived right on their heels a few months later, hoping to cash in on the lunacy. Taking cues from their predecessors, they arranged in the standard Beatles format with Mick, Keith, bassist Bill Wyman, and guitarist Bob Jones lined up in front, with drummer Charlie Watts chilling on a pedestal in back.

 The Rolling Stones...

...and the Beatles. Look familiar?

When the Beatles first appeared on Ed Sullivan in that February, they were watched by more than 70 million people -- 40% of the U.S. population. More than 50,000 requests were made for the 700 seats in Ed Sullivan Theater. In comparison, despite their attempt to copy the look and layout of the Beatles' live performances, the Rolling Stones' U.S. reception was bleak. In his book reflecting on his years with the band, bassist Bill Wyman wrote that that first U.S. tour was "disastrous" because "[w]hen we arrived, we didn't have a hit record [in the U.S.] or anything going for us." Their reason for concern can be seen in their first U.S. TV appearance, before Ed Sullivan, on Dean Martin's Hollywood Palace. Mr. Martin's introduction was even less enthusiastic than Ed Sullivan's: "And now, something for the youngsters, five singing boys from England who sold a lot of albiums--albums--called the Rolling Stones. I've been rolled when I was stoned myself. I don't know what they're singing about, but here they are at." No, really, that's what he said, look:


After the Stones finished their one-minute diddy, Dean Martin dug in again, comparing them unfavorably to the Beatles and begging the television audience to return after the commercial break because "You wouldn't leave me here alone with the Rolling Stones, would you?" Harsh.

Fast foward to that October, to their seemingly successful appearance on Ed Sullivan -- did you hear those girls screaming? But Ed wasn't amused by the "pandemonium," Wyman says in his book, and he banned the Stones from performing on the show again. The girls would just not stop screaming. But despite Ed's threat, they appeared on the show several more times throughout the years, enough to support a montage:


During one appearance in 1967, the show forced the band to change some song lyrics ("Let's Spend the Night Together" became "Let's Spend Some Time Together"). Jagger agreed but was annoyed when the producers kept reminding him of the lyric change during rehearsal. During the performance, you can see him rolling his eyes over the new chorus. You can also see how the band has changed in just a few short years, with Jagger stepping out front and gesticulating wildly with both his arms and his legs while the rest of the band stays chastely in back.


Legend has that in protest of the lyric change, the Stones left the stage after the song, changed into Nazi uniforms with swastikas, and retook the stage, enraging Sullivan and leading him to again ban the band from the show. That threat didn't stick either; they appeared twice more, the last time in 1969. So what's the lesson here? What Ed Sullivan says doesn't necessarily go, I guess. It also underscores the strategy of Rolling Stones manager Andrew Oldham, who was only 20 years old in 1964 but had already worked on publicity for the Beatles' U.S. tour. He decided early on that the Rolling Stones would need to take a different tact than the Beatles to find success in the U.S., so they were packaged as the bad boys of rock and roll, teasing screaming hoards of girls with marketing slogans like, "Would you let your daughter marry a Rolling Stone?" posted over photos of an unsmiling band.

The Stones' first album cover. Sultry.

It worked. The following year, in 1965, the Rolling Stones released their second LP, which charted at number 1 in the U.K. and number 5 in the U.S. The rest, you might say, is history.

Remember how most of the Rolling Stones' early music was covers? That goes for this song too. "Time is On My Side" was written in 1963 by a guy named Jerry Ragovoy (pseudonym: Norman Meade). It was written for jazz trombonist Kai Winding and His Orchestra, and their version was released in October 1963, a year before the Stones performed it on Ed Sullivan. The original track featured much more limited lyrics (Meade couldn't think of anything more to write than the trademark "Time is on my side" and "You'll come running back.") To fill out the track around the jazz trombone melody, back-up singers were brought in, including 23-year-old Dionne Warwick, who was a month from releasing her fourth single, "Anyone Who Had a Heart," which would become her first top-10 pop hit. While she was waiting for the world to notice her, though, she must have had some extra time hanging around the studio, so she and her sister Dee Dee and another singer named Cissy Houston (who would later bear a child named Whitney) lent background vocals to Kai Winding's original release of "Time is On My Side." Hear it here:


The ladies lace a hearty gospel backing vocal with Winding's brassy trombone blues. It's a great track, but it was just a few months before someone else decided they could do better.

Enter singer Irma Thomas, who in early 1964 recorded a cover of the song as the B-side to her single "Anyone Who Knows What Love Is (Will Understand)." (It seems that in their early singles, both Dionne and Irma were willing to address anyone who would listen.) I couldn't find a video with Irma's original recording, but here's Irma with Bonnie Raitt in 1992:


Note that Bonnie introduced Irma by reclaiming some of her lost glory: "[She is] one of the real national treasures of rhythm and blues, and we asked her to join us to sing this song she recorded back in 1965 -- before the Rolling Stones did it, I might add!" While Bonnie is correct that Irma's version hit airwaves a few months before the Stones', she's a year off. It was actually 1964. Still, the Rolling Stones and their hoards of screaming girls stole the thunder from all who came before, and most people remember this song as a Stones classic.

The band performed the song consistently throughout their long (and still unfinished) career, and they played it on tour often, including at the Hampton Coliseum in 1981, in a video that gives some idea of how much the performance philosophy of the band changed over the years -- and of how weird Mick Jagger has grown. (To be fair, he was probably always weird, and those early performances were his attempt to fit into a music scene that rewarded guys in suits with skinny ties.)


This year marks the band's 50th anniversary, and as such there is of course speculation and rumors of a reunion, a new tour in 2012. Whether or not you agree with Sam Cutler in 1969 that the Stones are the world's "greatest" rock band, there doesn't seem to be much doubt that time has pretty much always been on their side.

Life is good.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Bonnie Raitt: "Love Me Like a Man"


Do you ever feel when you hear a song the first time that the singer is speaking directly to you? As if she's maybe been poking around in your diary, taking notes on your personal successes and failures, and using them as fodder for back-breakingly accurate blues ballads? No? Well then you haven't been listening to Bonnie Raitt (or your romantic life is less tumultuous than my own). But there's no question that 62-year-old blues singer and guitarist Bonnie Raitt has been showing the boys how its done for more than 40 years.

After growing up in a Quaker family and arriving at Harvard to study African culture in the late 1960's, Raitt met blues promoter Dick Waterman, who convinced her to leave school* and embark on a career that has (so far) resulted in nine Grammys. I would have loved to see an early Bonnie Raitt show at some little dive bar in Manhattan in 1971, but in today's video, filmed in 1995, Raitt's years of experience shine. She's relaxed, playful, because she's basically been playing the blues since before you learned your colors. And to look at her website, which is under construction and announces a new album coming out this spring, you'd think she was just getting started.

Beyond the self-assurance and community respect that comes with spending four decades in the spotlight, Bonnie Raitt embodies an attitude toward men and relationships that, as a woman paddling through the murky metropolitan dating pool, I deeply appreciate. After all, the blues tell a story, and the very best blues artists exhibit not only musical talent but also storytelling skills. As one of the most prominent female blues musicians in the history of ever, Raitt obviously has a lot of stories to tell, and dammit if they're not ripped straight from my diary. "The men that I've been seeing, baby, got their soul up on a shelf," she croons, "You know they could never love me when they can't even love themselves." AMEN, SISTER.

I'm guessing she picked up some of this attitude as an undergrad at Harvard, where the male : female ratio was 1 : 4 when she arrived on campus, right after the summer of love. While in college she was discovered by blues promoter Dick Waterman. At the time, in the early 1970's, not many women were out there playing guitar, particularly with the talent and assurance of Raitt, and she quickly became a respected member of the east coast blues community, releasing her self-titled debut in 1971. She must have thought she peaked in 1975, when Rolling Stone featured on its cover:


But that was only the beginning. After 13 studio albums and 2 live/compilation albums -- almost an album every other year -- Bonnie Raitt was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2000. She's released four albums since then, not including 2012's Slipstream, which will hit your local record shop, as well as your digital music service, in April.

So ladies, let this be a reminder to make sure your man is treating you right. Sing it, Bonnie: "I need someone to love me, someone to really understand, who won't put himself above me -- Who’ll just love me like a man."

* Kids, no matter what Bonnie Raitt and Bill Gates, say, stay in school -- especially if you get into Harvard!

Monday, June 13, 2011

Bonnie Raitt: "Women Be Wise"


I haven't had much time lately to find new music. It's a part-time job, searching out and finding suitable artists to obsess over. My three-month Weezer love affair was relatively short-lived, but man was it intense. Last week my friend sent me a link to download the bootleg of the live show that initiated my passion in January. So I've been revisiting a lot of what I already listen to.

The exception is Bonnie Raitt, who I'd heard of but I had no concept of what kind of music she made or her role in the industry. Turns out she's a pretty epic blues singer-songwriter and activist, with nine Grammys to her name. And now that I've looked her up, I do recognize one of her big songs, "Something to Talk About," which is just as sassy in live performance as on a recording.

Moral of the story: I need to find me some more Bonnie Raitt.