Long before the tumulÂtuous marÂriage to Diego Rivera and the morÂtiÂfiÂcaÂtions of the flesh occaÂsioned by a horÂrifÂic bus acciÂdent, and longer still before the avalanche of FriÂda-cenÂtric kitsch and tchotchkes and the Julie TayÂmor biopic starÂring Salma Hayek, there was a cheruÂbic litÂtle girl named MagÂdaleÂna CarÂmen FrieÂda Kahlo y CalderĂłn.
WitÂness these phoÂtos of young MagÂdaleÂna CarÂmen FrieÂda, takÂen by her HunÂgarÂiÂan JewÂish father, GuillerÂmo, over a periÂod of twenÂty years.
The 2‑year-old FriÂda is merÂry, chubÂby, and bareÂly recÂogÂnizÂable.
The piercÂing gaze starts comÂing into focus around age 5. Kid looks like an artist already!
The famous eyeÂbrows have filled in by 12, when she faces the camÂera in a sailor suit and giant hair bow.
The 18-year-old pre-med stuÂdent adoptÂing an unsmilÂing pose in 1926—the year of the accident—is unapoloÂgetic, intense, and unmisÂtakÂably FriÂda Kahlo.
VisÂit VinÂtage EveryÂday for more of GuillerÂmo Kahlo’s images of his secÂond-to-last daughÂter.
You might think that a movie about inforÂmaÂtion from 1953 couldn’t posÂsiÂbly be relÂeÂvant in the age of iPhone apps and the InterÂnet but you’d be wrong. A ComÂmuÂniÂcaÂtions Primer, directÂed by that powÂer couÂple of design Charles and Ray Eames, might refer to some hopeÂlessÂly quaint techÂnolÂoÂgy – comÂputÂer punch cards, for instance – but the underÂlyÂing ideas are as curÂrent as anyÂthing you’re likeÂly to see at a TED talk. You can watch it above.
In fact, the film made for IBM was the result of the first ever mulÂti-media preÂsenÂtaÂtions that Charles Eames develÂoped for the UniÂverÂsiÂty of GeorÂgia and UCLA. Using slides, music, narÂraÂtion and film, Eames broke down some eleÂmenÂtal aspects of comÂmuÂniÂcaÂtions for the audiÂence. CenÂtral to the film is an input/output diaÂgram that was laid out by Claude ShanÂnon, the father of inforÂmaÂtion theÂoÂry, in his 1949 book, The MathÂeÂmatÂiÂcal TheÂoÂry of ComÂmuÂniÂcaÂtion. As the perÂhaps overÂly soothÂing narÂraÂtor intones, any mesÂsage is transÂmitÂted by a sigÂnal through a chanÂnel to its receivÂer. While in the chanÂnel, the sigÂnal is altered and degradÂed by noise. The key to effecÂtive comÂmuÂniÂcaÂtion is to reduce “noise” (conÂstrued broadÂly) that interÂferes with the mesÂsage and to genÂerÂalÂly simÂpliÂfy things.
The issue of sigÂnal vs noise is probÂaÂbly more relÂeÂvant now in this age of perÂpetÂuÂal disÂtracÂtion than it was durÂing the EisenÂhowÂer adminÂisÂtraÂtion. Every email, text mesÂsage or BuzÂzfeed artiÂcle seen indiÂvidÂuÂalÂly is clearÂly a sigÂnal. Yet for someÂone tryÂing to work, say on an artiÂcle about a short film by Charles and Ray Eames, they are defÂiÂniteÂly noise.
The Eames use the terms “sigÂnal,” “noise,” and “comÂmuÂniÂcaÂtion” quite broadÂly. Not only do they use these terms to describe, say, a radio broadÂcast or a mesÂsage being relayed by Morse code but also the creÂation of archiÂtecÂture, design and even visuÂal art.
The source of a paintÂing is the mind and expeÂriÂence of the painter. MesÂsage? His conÂcept of a parÂticÂuÂlar paintÂing. TransÂmitÂter? His talÂent and techÂnique. SigÂnal? The paintÂing itself. ReceivÂer? All the eyes and nerÂvous sysÂtems and preÂviÂous conÂdiÂtionÂing of those who see the paintÂing. DesÂtiÂnaÂtion? Their minds, their emoÂtions, their expeÂriÂence. Now in this case, the noise that tends to disÂrupt the sigÂnal can take many forms. It can be the qualÂiÂty of the light. The colÂor of the light. The prejÂuÂdices of the viewÂer. The idioÂsynÂcrasies of the painter.
Of course, a paintÂing — or a poem, or a film by Andrei Tarkovsky — is a difÂferÂent kind of sigÂnal than an email. It’s mesÂsage is mulÂtiÂlayÂered and mulÂtiÂvaÂlent. And while a genÂerÂaÂtion of culÂturÂal theÂoÂrists would no doubt chafe at Eames’s reducÂtive, ModÂernist view of art, it is still interÂestÂing to think of a paintÂing in the same manÂner as smoke sigÂnals.
The film’s narÂraÂtor conÂtinÂues:
But besides noise, there are othÂer facÂtors that can keep inforÂmaÂtion from reachÂing its desÂtiÂnaÂtion in tact. The backÂground and conÂdiÂtionÂing of the receivÂing appaÂraÂtus may so difÂfer from that of the transÂmitÂter that it may be imposÂsiÂble for the receivÂer to pick up the sigÂnal withÂout disÂtorÂtion.
That’s about as good a descripÂtion of cable new punÂdits as I’ve ever seen.
Jonathan Crow is a Los AngeÂles-based writer and filmÂmakÂer whose work has appeared in Yahoo!, The HolÂlyÂwood Reporter, and othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow him at @jonccrow. And check out his blog VeepÂtoÂpus, feaÂturÂing lots of picÂtures of vice presÂiÂdents with octoÂpusÂes on their heads. The VeepÂtoÂpus store is here.
In “Epic Pooh,” a lengthy, canÂtanÂkerÂous essay on J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings that savÂages the trilogy’s nosÂtalÂgic, midÂdle-class ideÂolÂoÂgy, fanÂtaÂsy maven Michael MoorÂcock takes a long quoÂtaÂtion from a 1969 review by Clyde S. KilÂby as his epiÂgraph. ArticÂuÂlatÂing just the view MoorÂcock rails against, KilÂby writes,
For a cenÂtuÂry at least the world has been increasÂingÂly demytholÂoÂgized. But such a conÂdiÂtion is apparÂentÂly alien to the real nature of men. Now comes a writer such as John Ronald Reuel Tolkien and, as remytholÂoÂgizÂer, strangeÂly warms our souls.
We may uncritÂiÂcalÂly enjoy Tolkien as “redoÂlent of timeÂlessÂness,” as does KilÂby, or see in his work—as does the skepÂtiÂcal Moorcock—a reacÂtionary senÂtiÂmenÂtalÂism, “the prose of the nursÂery-room… meant to soothe and conÂsole….”
In either case, the effect is achieved: whatÂevÂer else we make of The Lord of the Rings—OrthoÂdox alleÂgoÂry, anti-modÂern polemic, enviÂronÂmenÂtalÂist fable, etc.—it is also, withÂout a doubt, posÂsessed of a strange powÂer to soothe, to envelÂop, to transÂport readÂers to a plane where all human action (or hobÂbit, elf, or dwarf) is ampliÂfied a hunÂdredÂfold and givÂen immeaÂsurÂable sigÂnifÂiÂcance. In this respect, his work may be comÂpared to the ancient epics that inspired it, though some may think it heretiÂcal to say so.
Tolkien fans couldn’t care less. As his biogÂraÂphÂer at the Tolkien SociÂety observes, “he has regÂuÂlarÂly been conÂdemned by the Eng. Lit. estabÂlishÂment, with honÂourable excepÂtions, but loved by litÂerÂalÂly milÂlions of readÂers worldÂwide.” While hardÂly a repÂreÂsenÂtaÂtive of the “estabÂlishÂment,” MoorÂcock echoes their critÂiÂcal judgÂments. I am symÂpaÂthetÂic to some of them. But then I pick up the books, or watch the sweepÂing Peter JackÂson adapÂtaÂtions, and my susÂpiÂcions drop away. I can become again the thirÂteen-year-old readÂer who spent hours fulÂly immersed in the grandeur, heroÂism, humor and dread of MidÂdle Earth. This respite from the freÂquent, harÂried conÂfuÂsion and fatigue of adultÂhood is most welÂcome, even if, in the end, it is found in what MoorÂcock calls “comÂfortÂing lies.” But perÂhaps that’s what we want from epic fanÂtaÂsy, after all, Moorcock’s high litÂerÂary seriÂousÂness notwithÂstandÂing.
And as for myself, at least, the full immerÂsion in Tolkien’s world goes douÂble when I hear the author himÂself read his work. We’ve feaÂtured many selecÂtions of Tolkien readÂing in the past—from The FelÂlowÂship of the Ring (in Elvish!), The Two TowÂers, and Rings preÂcurÂsor The HobÂbit. Above, you can hear many of these readÂings and much more, comÂpiled by UniÂverÂsiÂty of EdinÂburgh researcher Sean Williams for his podÂcast Voice on Record (Part 1 at the top, Part 2 above). Along the way, Williams offers much helpÂful conÂtext and reads the linÂer notes from the origÂiÂnal LPs from which these recordÂings come. And yes, Tolkien does, indeed, lapse into nursÂery rhyme, in “The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon” (or “There is an Inn,” at 10:30 in Part 1), a poem from The HobÂbit. In his voice, it is delightÂful to hear.
AmerÂiÂcans say that they love creÂativÂiÂty but in fact they don’t. As JesÂsiÂca Oliennotes in Slate, thinkÂing outÂside the box tends to freak peoÂple out. StudÂies show that teachÂers favor dull but dutiÂful stuÂdents over creÂative ones. In the corÂpoÂrate world, sugÂgesÂtions made by creÂative workÂers rouÂtineÂly get ignored by their supeÂriÂors. As art critÂic Dave HickÂey sucÂcinctÂly notes, “EveryÂbody hates it when something’s realÂly great.”
This is probÂaÂbly as good a way as any to underÂstand Orson Welles’s stuntÂed career. Here was a man of such genius that he radÂiÂcalÂly transÂformed just about every creÂative mediÂum he touched. His 1937 proÂducÂtion of Julius CaeÂsar, set in conÂtemÂpoÂrary FasÂcist Italy, was the toast of BroadÂway. His notoÂriÂous radio adapÂtaÂtion of War of the Worlds was so effecÂtive in creÂatÂing a sense of unfoldÂing calamiÂty that it caused an actuÂal pubÂlic panÂic. And his masÂterÂpiece CitÂiÂzen Kane was so origÂiÂnal that it perÂplexed audiÂences when it came out. Now, of course, Kane is wideÂly conÂsidÂered one of the best movies ever made. In spite of Welles’s terÂrifÂic natÂurÂal talÂents – he made Kane at age 25 – he conÂsisÂtentÂly found himÂself shut down by the powÂers that be. The stuÂdio butchered Welles’s folÂlow up movie The MagÂnifÂiÂcent AmberÂsons, and he strugÂgled with stuÂdios and financiers for artisÂtic conÂtrol of just about every movie since.
In the 1950s, Welles tried to transÂform anothÂer mediÂum – teleÂviÂsion. As DanÂgerÂous Minds recentÂly unearthed, Welles made a pilot for The Orson Welles Show in 1956, an antholÂoÂgy series backed by Lucille Ball’s proÂducÂtion comÂpaÂny Desilu. The series was nevÂer picked up ostenÂsiÂbly because it was (and still is) nothÂing like what you’ve ever seen on TV. Welles incorÂpoÂratÂed noirish lightÂing, rear proÂjecÂtion, phoÂto stills, in-camÂera set changes and a host of othÂer techÂniques borÂrowed from radio and the stage. Though the netÂwork dashed all hope of a series, NBC ultiÂmateÂly did air the pilot episode — “The FounÂtain of Youth” — on its ColÂgate TheÂater in 1958.
The stoÂry itself is a deliÂciousÂly ironÂic fable adaptÂed from a short stoÂry by John ColÂlier. Dressed in a tuxeÂdo and with a perÂpetÂuÂal wry smirk on his face, Welles narÂrates. (Welles also wrote, directÂed, set designed the show along with arrangÂing its music.) The less said about the stoÂry, the betÂter, but it involves a self-obsessed actress, an equalÂly narÂcisÂsisÂtic tenÂnis star and an embitÂtered sciÂenÂtist who claims to have disÂcovÂered the secret to eterÂnal youth. Watch it above and think about the fasÂciÂnatÂing road TV could have travÂeled.
Jonathan Crow is a Los AngeÂles-based writer and filmÂmakÂer whose work has appeared in Yahoo!, The HolÂlyÂwood Reporter, and othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow him at @jonccrow. And check out his blog VeepÂtoÂpus, feaÂturÂing lots of picÂtures of vice presÂiÂdents with octoÂpusÂes on their heads. The VeepÂtoÂpus store is here.
WorÂry not, stuÂdents of thought, for AdamÂson has conÂtinÂued these past few years, still regÂuÂlarÂly and gapÂlessÂly, to proÂvide “the ideas and lives of the major philosoÂphers as well as the lessÂer-known figÂures of the traÂdiÂtion.” Just this past weekÂend, he put up a twenÂty-minute episode on the CarÂolinÂgian RenaisÂsance. If you haven’t kept up with the show since we last postÂed about it, you’ve got a great deal of intelÂlecÂtuÂalÂly rich catchÂing up to do. You will find more than 100 new podÂcasts, feaÂturÂing short talks on Latin PlaÂtonÂism, ArisÂtotelian phiÂlosÂoÂphy’s “BaghÂdad school,” phiÂlosÂoÂphy’s reign in Spain, IlluÂmiÂnaÂtionÂism, and women scholÂars and Islam. If you’ve wantÂed to learn the entire hisÂtoÂry phiÂlosÂoÂphy in the most conÂveÂnient posÂsiÂble manÂner, now’s the time to jump aboard. If you planned on waitÂing until AdamÂson gets to, say, DerÂriÂda, I fear you’ll have a bit of a dauntÂing backÂlog on your hands — not to menÂtion your ears and brain.
Note: This artiÂcle was first pubÂlished in NovemÂber, 2014. As of FebÂruÂary, 2016, there are 247 episodes in this series. The title of the post has been updatÂed to reflect that.
You thought video games were a waste of time? Well, think again. These 8‑bit video games can teach you phiÂlosÂoÂphy. PlaÂto, Descartes, NietÂzsche, DerÂriÂda and the rest. CreÂatÂed by NapÂkin Note ProÂducÂtions, 8‑Bit PhiÂlosÂoÂphy attempts to “comÂmuÂniÂcate even the most comÂplex of philoÂsophÂiÂcal conÂcepts in a fun, easy-to-underÂstand way.”
The most recent episode explores the phiÂlosÂoÂphy of Jacques DerÂriÂda using scenes from the 1987 beat’ em up video game, DouÂble DragÂon. Does that game ring a bell? It didÂn’t for me either. Until I googled it and sudÂdenÂly rememÂbered wastÂing countÂless hours and quarÂters on it, almost three decades ago. It’s all comÂing back to me now.
Try to imagÂine a world withÂout The Ramones. Just close your eyes and try…. Okay, maybe you can do it, but I can’t. Poof! SevÂerÂal dozen scuzzy punk bands that played the soundÂtrack to my adoÂlesÂcence sudÂdenÂly vanÂish. The Queens, NY band’s bratÂty take on 50s girl group pop and doo wop—played at douÂble and triple speeds, harÂmonies chantÂed more than sung—saved rock and roll from its bloatÂed, deluÂsionÂal self. They made dumb music for smart peoÂple, and if they tendÂed toward self-parÂoÂdy in their latÂer years, includÂing the sad specÂtaÂcle of Dee Dee’s abortive rap career, they can and should be forÂgivÂen.
In a disÂdainÂful swipe at sevÂenÂties proÂgresÂsive rock, critÂic Robert ChristÂgau once attribÂuted to Chuck Berry the words “beware of midÂdleÂbrows bearÂing elecÂtric guiÂtars.” CatÂty, but it’s true that when budÂgets swelled and the music busiÂness boomed, rock went full-on MOR; The Ramones proÂvidÂed the perÂfect antiÂdote. With songs like “Now I WanÂna Sniff Some Glue” and “I Don’t WanÂna Be Learned/I Don’t WanÂna Be Tamed” they proÂclaimed themÂselves defiÂant lowÂbrows and proud of it. Both tunes show up on their first demo record, above (at 10:40 and 18:22), a gloÂriÂousÂly fuzzy, lo-fi affair feaÂturÂing a few cuts that didn’t appear on their self-titled 1976 debut.
RecordÂed in 1975—and some perÂhaps as earÂly as ’74—these recordÂings capÂture the band at their most raw and unmediÂatÂed. The blog Ramones: HumÂming a SickÂenÂing Tune has an excelÂlent breakÂdown of each demo song, and sums up this preÂcious artiÂfact niceÂly: “[The earÂly demo recordÂings] offer a fasÂciÂnatÂing alterÂnaÂtive insight into how the evenÂtuÂal debut album might have othÂerÂwise soundÂed. Their dense, priÂmal sound reveals the surÂprisÂing amount of diluÂtion that the first record’s someÂwhat conÂcepÂtuÂal mix wrought upon the quarÂtet’s funÂdaÂmenÂtal powÂer.”
The increasÂing proÂfesÂsionÂalÂizaÂtion of the Ramones, and their gradÂual tranÂsiÂtion to almost-pop, has served to obscure the truÂly hypÂnotÂic, poundÂing, buzÂzÂsaw drone they made as comÂplete amaÂteur unknowns. Dare I say I like their earÂly work betÂter? If only because they made a sound every lo-fi DIY band from my youth, includÂing my own high school garage outÂfit, strove mightÂiÂly to emuÂlate, whether they could actuÂalÂly play their instruÂments or not. None of this praise is meant to diminÂish the brilÂliance of Ramones, which canÂnot be called a traÂdiÂtionÂal stuÂdio rock record by any stretch. RecordÂed for Sire Records in sevÂen days on a $6,400 budÂget, the band’s first album is as lean and scrapÂpy as major label prodÂuct gets. But the demos above show us that they could do just as well, maybe betÂter, with almost nothÂing but their instruÂments and sui generÂis genius. Or as blogÂger BunÂcombeShiÂnoÂla puts it: “crunchy and charged, these recordÂings make the six grand spent on The Ramones seem like a dubiÂous extravÂaÂgance.” Indeed.
Songs you can hear above include:
1. 53rd & 3rd Demo
2. I WanÂna Be Your Boyfriend Demo
3. Judy Is A Punk Demo
4. Now I WanÂna Sniff Some Glue Demo
5. I Can’t Be Demo
6. I Don’t WanÂna Be Learned I Don’t WanÂna Be Tamed Demo
7. You Should NevÂer Open That Door Demo
You may have heard that podÂcastÂing has a renaisÂsance going on. As a podÂcastÂer since the beginÂning stages of the mediÂum — and one slightÂly surÂprised to find that the mediÂum has now reached ten years of age — I can only welÂcome the news, though I nevÂer knew podÂcastÂing had gone into a dark age. New York MagÂaÂzine’s Kevin Roose tells the stoÂry of the appearÂance of Apple’s iPod, folÂlowed by a flowÂerÂing of “podÂcasts about polÂiÂtics, sports, litÂerÂaÂture, comÂeÂdy,” “podÂcasts that soundÂed like NPR, and ones that soundÂed like Rush LimÂbaugh,” some that “lacked polÂish,” but most posÂsessed of “a kind of enerÂgy to them that suitÂed their audiÂences well.” But then, “someÂtime around 2009 or 2010, the podÂcast scene seemed to withÂer. The stalÂwarts (This AmerÂiÂcan Life, RadiÂoÂlab) stayed around at the top of the iTunes charts, but there wasÂn’t much else hapÂpenÂing. DownÂload numÂbers fell. InterÂest waned.” But ah, in this year of our Pod 2014, things have changed: “Today, a very difÂferÂent probÂlem exists: There are too many great podÂcasts to keep up with.”
Roose, and hunÂdreds upon hunÂdreds of othÂer peoÂple on the interÂnet, recÂomÂmends first and foreÂmostSerÂiÂal(iTunes — RSS — SoundÂcloud), “the true-crime draÂma hostÂed by This AmerÂiÂcan Life proÂducÂer Sarah Koenig,” a show someÂtimes credÂitÂed with revivÂing podÂcastÂing itself. The New YorkÂer’s Sarah LarÂson calls it “the podÂcast we’ve been waitÂing for” in a piece givÂing a look into the reaÂsons behind its sucÂcess. Roos also gives speÂcial menÂtion to anothÂer new show involvÂing a name you might recÂogÂnize from the This AmerÂiÂcan Life orbit: Alex BlumÂberg’s StartÂUp(iTunes — RSS), a runÂning docÂuÂment of the creÂator’s attempt to launch a podÂcastÂing busiÂness, the kind of venÂture that sounds less quixotÂic all the time. And Roose also names a perÂsonÂal favorite of mine, the well-known podÂcast about archiÂtecÂture and design — but RealÂly, About Life Itself — 99% InvisÂiÂble(iTunes — RSS).
If you feel like getÂting into this podÂcast renaisÂsance, or if you’ve spent years as a podÂcast lisÂtenÂer and just need some new mateÂrÂiÂal in your rotaÂtion, you could do much worse than startÂing with the three shows above. To add to that list, I can sugÂgest no podÂcast more suitÂed to the interÂests of Open CulÂture readÂers than In Our Time (iTunes — RSS), the long-runÂning BBC Radio 4 proÂgram about the hisÂtoÂry of ideas whereÂin vetÂerÂan broadÂcastÂer Melvyn Bragg interÂviews groups of Oxbridge experts on subÂjects like nuclear fusion, the HaitÂian revÂoÂluÂtion, RudÂyard Kipling, the BatÂtle of Talas, and the female pharaoh HatÂshepÂsut — just in the past month. PerÂsonÂalÂly, I so enjoy In Our Time that I went to interÂview Melvyn Bragg on my own podÂcast NoteÂbook on Cities and CulÂture earÂliÂer this year.
InterÂviews and comÂeÂdy have proven two of the most durable forms of conÂtent in podÂcastÂing, and anyÂone who hasÂn’t dipped into comeÂdiÂan Marc Maron’s in-depth and introÂspecÂtive interÂview show WTF (iTunes — RSS) — not that many haven’t at this point — has missed out on a sterÂling examÂple of the kind of lisÂtenÂing expeÂriÂences podÂcastÂing, and only podÂcastÂing, has made posÂsiÂble. (You might conÂsidÂer also lisÂtenÂing to my interÂview with Maron on The Los AngeÂles Review of Books podÂcast.) And while not necÂesÂsarÂiÂly comÂeÂdy, I can’t imagÂine Open CulÂture readÂers not getÂting a laugh, and all othÂer kinds of intelÂlecÂtuÂal stimÂuÂlaÂtion besides, out of the podÂcastÂing of BenÂjaÂmen WalkÂer. WalkÂer, forÂmerÂly the host of Too Much InforÂmaÂtion on the beloved indeÂpenÂdent radio staÂtion WFMU, recentÂly launched a new show called BenÂjaÂmen WalkÂer’s TheÂoÂry of EveryÂthing(iTunes — SoundÂcloud), a show of perÂsonÂal stoÂries that explores all things to which those stoÂries conÂnect.
True, one comÂplaint about podÂcastÂing in its earÂly years held that the shows podÂcastÂers made went too perÂsonÂal — the old charge of “two or three guys sitÂting in baseÂment talkÂing about nothÂing” — but now that this decade-old mediÂum has found more mature forms, the perÂsonÂal has become its art and its craft. I nevÂer hesÂiÂtate to proÂmote XO(iTunes — RSS), a show by KeiÂth McNalÂly, a podÂcast auteur whom I believe has done more to masÂter the creÂative perÂsonÂal-stoÂry podÂcast than almost anyÂbody, and he began doing it earÂliÂer. (As with Bragg, I went to his homeÂtown of ToronÂto to interÂview him too.) But enough about my favorite podÂcasts; which ones do you tireÂlessÂly chamÂpiÂon? Make your recÂomÂmenÂdaÂtions, and we’ll round them up in a post soon.
After retirÂing for perÂsonÂal reaÂsons from prog-rock giants GenÂeÂsis, Peter Gabriel went on to record a total of four solo records entiÂtled Peter Gabriel, disÂtinÂguished from each othÂer by refÂerÂences to their covÂer art (“Car,” “Scratch,” “Melt”) and an alterÂnate title insistÂed upon by his label (“SecuÂriÂty”). This intenÂsive focus on the eponyÂmous perÂhaps bespeaks of ego, perÂhaps humilÂiÂty. It also maybe sigÂniÂfies the decepÂtiveÂly straightÂforÂward preÂsenÂtaÂtion Gabriel would offer the world—shorn of the makeÂup and cosÂtumes of his GenÂeÂsis days, he might appear to have become anothÂer earnest, balÂladeerÂing singer/songwriter. (See our post on clasÂsic Gabriel-era GenÂeÂsis from yesÂterÂday.) Yet that first, 1977, solo outÂing was as imagÂiÂnaÂtive, baroque, and gleeÂfulÂly experÂiÂmenÂtal as his preÂviÂous work. His expanÂsive musiÂcal vocabÂuÂlary gave the first Peter Gabriel what StereÂogum calls “a purÂposeÂfulÂly eclecÂtic, anyÂthing-flies approach to songcraft” that someÂtimes worked, someÂtimes didn’t.
Some of the unevenÂness of the first solo album is due to what Gabriel himÂself felt was overÂproÂducÂtion on the part of Bob Ezrin, parÂticÂuÂlarÂly on the song “Here Comes the Flood.” He would thereÂafter perÂform this song solo on piano—re-recordÂing it thus in 1990. At the top of the post, you can hear him play it as the openÂer for his first ever solo show at the CapiÂtol TheÂatre in PasÂsaÂic, New JerÂsey.
The March 5, 1977 conÂcert kicked off the tour for the first Peter Gabriel, for which he assemÂbled an all-star band, some of whom had feaÂtured on the album, includÂing King CrimÂson guiÂtarist Robert Fripp (appearÂing under the name “Dusty Rhodes” and apparÂentÂly playÂing offÂstage behind the curÂtain). After “Here Comes the Flood” is “On the Air,” and just above, hear the weird, wobÂbly “MoriÂbund the BurgÂerÂmeisÂter” from that night. Below, in four parts, hear the remainÂing songs in the set (see the full setlist here). Over the audio in each Youtube clip, see monÂtages of still images—some preÂsumÂably from the tour, some of album and proÂmo artÂwork.
While Gabriel may have ditched the flamÂboyÂant onstage perÂsonÂae, he nevÂer abanÂdoned his visuÂal flair, as we know from those groundÂbreakÂing music videos. WitÂness the artisÂtic pediÂgree on disÂplay in the covÂer art of Peter Gabriel (Car)—a phoÂtoÂgraph by ThrobÂbing GrisÂtle memÂber and artist Peter “Sleazy” ChristoÂpherÂson of Gabriel slumped in a car owned by famed album covÂer designÂer Storm ThorgÂerÂson.
But the new Peter Gabriel, the solo artist, had—as he put it in the first album’s big sinÂgle “SolsÂbury Hill”—“walked right out of the machinÂery” of GenÂeÂsis’ excesÂsive preÂsenÂtaÂtion. That song, still one of his most memÂoÂrable, has been covÂered by everyÂone from Lou Reed to EraÂsure. SpeakÂing to his strength as a songÂwriter, the tune with perÂhaps the broadÂest appeal is also one of his most personal—purportedly about his deciÂsion to leave GenÂeÂsis. Hear it live in Part 5 below.
Though he may have left behind the band that made him famous, he still pays tribÂute to them in his first solo concert’s finale. At the close of the set, below, he ends with a GenÂeÂsis song, “Back in N.Y.C.,” from the last, douÂble conÂcept album he recordÂed with them. It doesn’t feel out of place at all, provÂing perÂhaps that, even withÂout the makeup—as AllÂmuÂsic writes—Peter Gabriel was “undeÂniÂably the work of the same man behind The Lamb Lies Down on BroadÂway.”
If you’re of a cerÂtain vintage—let’s just say old enough to bore milÂlenÂniÂals to death with nosÂtalÂgic rants about how MTV used to play music videos, man—then you will rememÂber Peter Gabriel’s visuÂalÂly stunÂning “SledgeÂhamÂmer” video from his award-winÂning 1986 album So. You will have had your heartÂstrings tugged by his “In Your Eyes” and its pitch-perÂfect approÂpriÂaÂtion in Cameron Crowe’s Say AnyÂthing. And you will know—though maybe not as well as Patrick BateÂman—the sounds and images of Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight.” This music may not have aged as well as those of us who grew up hearÂing it (or vice verÂsa), but it left an indeliÂble impresÂsion on a genÂerÂaÂtion and defined 80s pop culÂture as much as Michael JackÂson or The BanÂgles.
But if you are of a slightÂly earÂliÂer vinÂtage, you will rememÂber these fine musiÂcians for an entireÂly difÂferÂent reaÂson. Before the catchy dance-pop silliÂness of “SusÂsuÂdio” and “Big Time,” there was the arty, high-seriÂousÂness of GenÂeÂsis, as frontÂed in its heyÂday by Gabriel, with Collins poundÂing the drums. Though the band perÂsistÂed well into the 80s and 90s after Gabriel’s 1975 deparÂture, meldÂing funk, soul, and pop in innoÂvÂaÂtive ways as Collins took the lead, die-hard GenÂeÂsis fans swear by its clasÂsic conÂfigÂuÂraÂtion, with its surÂreÂal conÂcept albums and stage shows rivalÂing Wall-era Pink Floyd or Bowie’s StarÂdust phase. If you’re none too keen on latÂer GenÂeÂsis, the slick synth-rock hit machine, and if the aforeÂmenÂtioned flamÂboyÂant proÂducÂtions are your cup of EngÂlish prog-rock tea, then we have a treat for you.
Just above is a fulÂly restored conÂcert film of a 1973 perÂforÂmance at England’s ShepÂperÂton StuÂdios, “perÂhaps,” writes DanÂgerÂous Minds, “the sinÂgle best repÂreÂsenÂtaÂtion of Peter Gabriel-era GenÂeÂsis on film.” Though the conÂcert preÂcedes the band’s Gabriel-era swan song—double conÂcept album, The Lamb Lies Down on BroadÂway—it does showÂcase the strongest mateÂrÂiÂal from their two preÂviÂous records, FoxÂtrot and the truÂly excelÂlent SellÂing EngÂland by the Pound. PromiÂnentÂly on disÂplay are the eccenÂtricÂiÂties that sharply dividÂed critÂics and enamÂored fans: the odd time-sigÂnaÂtures and abrupt temÂpo changes, virÂtuÂosic musiÂcianÂship, litÂerÂate, esoÂteric lyrics, and Gabriel’s theÂatriÂcal makeÂup and cosÂtumÂing. The effect of it all is someÂtimes a bit like Rush in a proÂducÂtion of GodÂspell, and while This is Spinal Tap took a lot of the air out of this sort of thing three decades ago, the film remains an impresÂsive docÂuÂment even if the perÂforÂmances are hard to take entireÂly seriÂousÂly at times. See below for a full trackÂlist:
“WatchÂer of the Skies” (8:04)
“DancÂing with the MoonÂlit Knight” (9:02)
“I Know What I Like” (5:46)
“The MusiÂcal Box” (11:39)
“SupÂper’s Ready” (23:59)
The stoÂry of the film’s restoraÂtion is intriguÂing in its own right. The ShepÂperÂton footage was resÂcued by a small group who pooled resources to buy it in a New York estate sale. Since then, Youtube uploader King Lerch and his conÂfrÂeres have upgradÂed the origÂiÂnal restoraÂtion to the HD verÂsion you see above.
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