The New Jersey Turnpike to the Newtownards Road

I was down the Newtownards Road tonight for a community discussion on the history of Ballymacarrett in East Belfast. There were many rich, funny, poignant, and shocking stories shared by those present about the area’s heritage. Van Morrison was mentioned a few times as an East Belfast man who referenced the area in some of his songs. During the evening I kept thinking back to the American singer-songwriters I love, and how they have romanticised their hometowns to such an extent that millions of people travel to these places as a result. How are American artists so much better at this?

Twice in the past 18 months I’ve travelled across the New Jersey Turnpike on the East Coast of the US – referenced in so many popular songs by performers such as Simon & Garfunkel and Bruce Springsteen. Stopping at a service area it felt like just another road, and a badly pot-holed one too! I think the Newtownards Road could hold just as much mystique if done the right way. Some novelists have managed it with Northern Ireland as a setting, maybe its time for musicians.

There’s a Dr Feelgood video at the top of the page because I watched a brilliant documentary about them on the BBC iPlayer last week called Oil City Confidential. It’s everything a rock documentary should be – fast-paced, gives a social context, doesn’t take its subject matter too seriously. Anyway, the members of the band talk at length about how, inspired by American blues music, they wanted to create a romantic image of their home town Canvey Island as the “Thames Delta” using the oil fields of the estuary as a backdrop. It worked, as fans of the band travelled there from all over the world based on the scene that they created.

What stories and places from where you live would make a great song? Scrabo would be a good one.

I still owe money to the money to the money I owe

“The things that you mis-hear put yourself into it more”

I’ve misheard a lot of lyrics in The National’s High Violet album but just got used to singing them that way. Interesting to hear that Matt Berninger the main singer and songwriter mention at the beginning of this clip he actually hopes that will happen. It’s a curious point to make but a correct one – the songs with lyrics I can’t make out I do tend to play more, and then become more attached to them.

Wilco play Belfast for the first time

10 September 2010 at the Open House Festival – does not get much better than this!

  1. Ashes Of American Flags 
  2. Bull Black Nova 
  3. You Are My Face 
  4. I Am Trying To Break Your Heart 
  5. One Wing 
  6. A Shot In The Arm 
  7. Country Disappeared 
  8. Impossible Germany 
  9. Why Would You Wanna Live 
  10. I’ll Fight 
  11. Passenger Side 
  12. Handshake Drugs 
  13. At Least That’s What You Said 
  14. Jesus, Etc. 
  15. I’m Always In Love 
  16. Via Chicago 
  17. You Never Know 
  18. Hate It Here 
  19. Walken 
  20. I’m the Man Who Loves You 
  21. Hummingbird 
  22. Encore:
  23. California Stars 
  24. The Late Greats 
  25. Heavy Metal Drummer 
  26. Red-Eyed And Blue 
  27. I Got You (At the End of the Century) 
  28. I’m A Wheel

If they’d chucked in “Misunderstood” and “Spiders (Kidsmoke)” it would just have been too much for me. Custom House Square has had a hard time this summer with gigs eg. David Guetta, Florence and the (relentless) Machine – so this was a perfect show to end the holidays with!

Recently, someone who read my blog entry on Wilco’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot as album of the decade asked me to contribute to a radio programme on student radio in Washington DC called Re:Stacks, based on people’s experiences of the album. It was all very random but fun, and exciting to hear the finished product here.

Latitude festival: Saturday

Had a bit of a lie-in on Saturday morning. Then spent a good portion of the day at the comedy tent where we had got a good spot. The girls brought portable chairs and I found a coffee table to sit on. I had never heard Ardal O’Hanlon’s stand-up before and it was gentle, surreal stuff. He was followed by Josie Long, who after a shaky start reverted to some old-fashioned tory-bashing, which was fine by me…not with everyone in the tent though! Jimeoin was hilarious…almost spoiled though by a group of women in the corner who had set down a picnic rug in the corner and yah’d annoyingly through his whole set.

After lunch we went to see Corinne Bailey-Rae at the main stage – a great set of smooth tunes, even her newer darker material sounded great in the sunshine. The Pimms was out in full force all around us. After that it was back to the comedy tent for Angelos Epithemiou – recently known for appearing in Shooting Stars with Vic and Bob. It was a bit cringy, and a bit Kaufman-esque, specially for those who had never heard of him. What’s in your bag Angelos? Back over afterwards for James at the main stage in an early evening slot.

Lisa has been a big fan of this band, and I guess I knew a fair few of their hits, but their performance was one of the highlights of the festival for me. Not (actually, never) the most fashionable band, but they seemed totally comfortable in their skin as they announced their intention to play a greatest hits set. Everyone round was smiling as James delivered one hymn to life after another. There’s a real sense of goodness about their music and the way they deliver it. I came away a massive fan! Pity they didn’t have longer as they drew a massive crowd, and would have made a worthier headline band than Belle and Sebastian.

Back to the comedy tent for a bit of Rich Hall…from waaay at the back as it was packed. I arrived just as he was telling some obnoxious kid to f**k off. I was with him on that, couldn’t believe the acts that parents let their kids listen to during the whole festival, despite warnings from comperes and acts themselves. I’m not in their position but it seemed a bit selfish to me. after that we took it easy in the evening. I dandered back into the arena for a bit of Belle and Sebastian but I’ve always found their fey act a bit calculated and snobbish. Headed for campsite soon after that to get some rest in advance of a busy final day.

Latitude festival: Feeling poor on Friday

Note to self: tent walls are not actual walls. Ours was probably a quiet enough part of the campsite but there was still too much loud guffawing from the hoorays camped across from us. One of them tried to steal a peg from our tent right in front of us the day before….privileged sense of entitlement and all that. In fact on Friday I realised just how poor(!) we were compared to most of the rest of the campers.

Leaving our pocket of deprivation for a drippy shower (they would get better), the early morning sunshine was reassuringly windless – thankfully the weather would remain hot and sunny for the rest of the weekend. There was a huge queue of people waiting to get into the arena..and once we were in we realised just how big the festival was. All of the venue tents seemed full to bursting. Festival veterans complained afterwards that the festival had gotten too big and I could see what they meant. Deciding to ease ourselves into the day, we went to the literary tent to hear the story of a former celebrity who ended up interviewing the leader of the Lord’s Resistance Army in Uganda. Uncomfortably funny and shocking.

After lunch I headed back to the literary tent for a discussion on English identity with Billy Bragg, Mark Thomas and Jez Butterworth. It was bunged but I managed the not to be repeated trick of sneaking in under the side of the tent, almost losing my camera in the process. I got to ask a couple of questions and ended up being asked a few myself by the panel, which was pretty cool. Afterwards I was able to meet Billy Bragg which was great as I’m a big fan of his music, and politics. He remembered some specifics from his last gig in Belfast and we had a brief conversation about that.

Afterwards I caught myself on and remembered I was primarily here for the music. Caught the set by Hockey at the main stage, forgetting my age  by jumping into the politest mosh-pit ever. There may have even been a blanket on the ground. I was really there to see Spoon. They’re from Texas and have never toured Ireland, so this was a rare opportunity to catch them, Pity they were on at such a strange time and venue..I was surrounded by drunken regatta boys and teenage girls in wellies who had no interest in them at all. In the end it felt like a strange sort of private gig to me, and I wondered whether I came across as either (a) an obsessive fan singing all the lyrics on my own (b) a bit scary. I suspect it was a bit of both. Laura Marling was next but I find her quite boring.

Made my way back to wife and friends in the comedy tent for the end of Tommy Tiernan, who was hilarious. I thought the Irish comedians all weekend were the best. We sat in the tiered seating during Empire of the Sun, as the crowd gathered for Florence and the Machine – who will never be more than 6 metres away from you all of this summer. Just before she came on I made for the Word Arena with my sister just as Richard Hawley was finishing his set to get to the front for The National.

This is an awesome band. They have got better with every album, and they seemed like a different group from the ones I saw in the Spring and Airbrake in 2007. The whole band seemed to feed on the energy of the crowd to create one of the most compelling and intense atmospheres I have ever experienced at a gig. Every song sounded, and was treated like, an anthem by the crowd – most of whom seemed to be male and about my age/height.  It was like Joy Division only with the joy.

After The National we passed the main stage where the dog days were still not over. The National have five albums compared to Florence’s one – yet her set started before The National’s and ended after it! I think the poor girl needs a rest.

Latitude festival: Thursday

We took the plunge this year and went to a music festival, opting for Latitude near the coast of Suffolk. The line-up promised a varied mix of music, comedy, film, and literary-related entertainment. Given where it was situated, getting there was tiring – involving a plane journey and several trains/buses. We arrived mid-afternoon on Thursday,the day before the festival began properly. It was dry weather, but 50 mph winds made putting up the main tent nigh-on impossible and thoughts of home started to linger. Three hours later a slightly mis-shapen camp was finally set up in preparation for the rest of our group arriving later that evening.

Campers around us were an odd mix of older couples, sixth-formers, students. Plenty of families with young children were in a specially designated camp site. What these groups had in common though was that they all seemed quite posh – plenty of Maximuses, Mollies, Lucians and Tobys.

There wasn’t much on entertainment-wise on Thursday night. Nigel Kennedy was performing somewhere, and Tom Jones played his entire new album on a secret stage…not too secret though as we couldn’t get in. However for us the rest of the evening involved getting our bearings, relieved that the tents finally went up.

Idlewild at the Stiff Kitten, Belfast

The music of some bands tends to stick with you over the years, even if you don’t realise it. My (unexpected) expectancy at seeing Idlewild live and subsequently saturating car journeys, walks to work, and runs with their music brought this home to me.

It looks their career has petered out quite a bit. I was a relative latecomer to their music – only catching up when “The Remote Part” was released in 2002 to commercial acclaim and the seeing them supporting Coldplay on an arena tour that year. Now that was a great night at the Odyssey for a change – two young bands on an upward commercial and critical curve – very rare!

Now its a different scene – facebook diaries directly updated by the band, fan-financed albums, and touring via Ryanair and Travelodges. These are circumstances faced by many new touring bands, but still surprising for this group that seemed to be on such an upward trajectory. You’ll not even find their albums on sale in HMVs across Belfast.

Yet Wednesday night’s gig was triumphant. Roddy Woomble’s lyrics have progressed from “sixth form poetry” (which I think is often the BEST poetry) to enigmatic, cryptic wordplay drawing heavily on modern American and Scottish (sorry!) fiction. After progressing from their punky beginnings Idlewild were unfairly labelled as REM copyists but their last two albums have seen them break into a uniquely Scottish sounding band. Their melodies sound folkier but just as heavy. It’s difficult to describe – but I love it when a band tries to bring their own hometown influences into their music. You can inhabit your own places and history with just as much romance. Why does New Jersey sound so romantic when Bruce sings about it? Too often we end up having “contracted American dreams.” (from American English)

Scrabopower’s album of the decade – Yankee Hotel Foxtrot by Wilco

The night before our band’s final gig we used up the remaining money we’d gathered up over the years to go out for a meal together. Afterwards we still had a bit of cash left over and headed across to Our Price records, deciding to split the rest among us to buy some CDs. I remember Chris bought a Hendrix live boxset but can’t recall what Rick bought. I paid £14(!) for Yankee Hotel Foxtrot by Wilco.

We were a fairly pedestrian, meat and potatoes rock band, and what Wilco did with this album was tear up my rule book. The documentary film “I am Trying to Break Your Heart” reveals how they came up with fully-arranged versions of each song for the album and then set out to de-construct each one – leaving mere scraps of the original arrangements. An approach which led to them being dropped by their record label and losing a key band member, but resulted in their most adventurous and, strangely, their warmest album.

Sonically it could have been quite alienating, but the hum of the album opener “I am trying to break your heart” with its building intro gives the impression of an engine warming-up, ready to go on a journey. Jeff Tweedy’s fractured lyrics were at their most poetic here, obliquely referring to the world-changing event of the year before with verses like this from “Jesus, etc.”:

“Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around.”

Multiple versions of many of the songs have appeared on blog sites and on bootlegs. This bass-driven version of “War on War” from the David Letterman is totally different from the studio version (and their most-played youtube clip):

YHF was a huge leap forward for a band’s third album, when they could have comfortably settled into country rock mediocrity. This is easily the record I could return to most from this decade.

Favourite albums of the noughties

How to sum-up? A decade when I’ve had more disposable income to spend on music than before…and a decade when there’s been too much good new music to keep track of. Thought I’d pick the albums I’d listened to the most..and I’m leaving a LOT out, hence the strange number of top 14.

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot – Wilco (2002)
Sad, fractured lyrics and arrangements, but cast-iron melodies. Might be my favourite album after Abbey Road. All their records this decade have been class and it was a dream come true to see them play in Dublin in August.

The Hour of Bewilderbeast – Badly Drawn boy (200o)
Ended up being a big influence on any music I’ve made since. Bewilderbeast really stood up when it first came out – scrappy, amateur-sounding in parts, but full of heart. Damon Gough hasn’t matched it’s charm since (and probably won’t).

Our Endless Numbered Days – Iron and Wine (2004)
Reminds me of getting engaged, old friends, and picking up a banjo for the first time. Went to see this guy play a support slot at the Queens Festival and left when he has finished. He was that good.

Seven Swans – Sufjan Stevens (2004)
I spent a good bit of the nineties listening to often dubious “Christian” music. Thank God for artists like Sufjan Stevens and Bill Mallonee who avoid labels and stick to producing great art.

Rush of Blood to the head – Coldplay (2002)
Probably my most played album – not cool but still brilliant. Had to pick one of their albums and I think this one is Coldplay’s best so far.

The Sophtware Slump – Grandaddy (2001)
A vastly-underrated band and this is probably their finest hour – an affecting concept about the decline of machines wrapped in warm synths and fuzzy guitars. Listening to it as I write this.

Summershine – Vigilantes of Love (2001)
Bill Mallonee and VOL were one of the discoveries of the decade! Wonderful heart-on-sleeve roots rock that is truly lived-in. Singer-songwriters don’t get much better in my opinion, perhaps only Dylan.

The Valley – Brian Houston (2005)
Found some of Brian’s albums have been a bit patchy but these are stand-alone solid gold songs free from embellishment. Some real beauties here that sound like they’ve been around for years.

Modern Times – Bob Dylan (2006)
Yep he’s released better albums in his career but because this was released in my era I ended up listening to it loads. Don’t know where he mines these lyrics from the influences are so wide, plus his band are so tight.

The Seldom Seen Kid – Elbow (2008)
It was this or 2001′s Asleep in the Back. The two albums in between were alright but their debut and this album are almost perfect. They manage to be homespun and nostalgic while pushing boundaries with their arrangements. They performed Seldom Seen Kid with the BBC orchestra last year and it was breathtaking at times. Plus they actually turned the Elmwood Hall into a decent venue for a night.

Post to Wire – Richmond Fontaine (2004)
Went through a big alt-country phase before realising a lot of it was rich white boys singing about how they wished they were poor. These guys are the real deal though: punky, literate, and stirring. Nice guys too.

The Rising – Bruce Springsteen (2002)
Big, fun, (occasionally dumb) but mostly sensitive and stirring! Strong memories of listening to this when I was unemployed in between jobs – gave me a real boost.

Alright, Still – Lily Allen (2006)
She may have been inescapable the last few years but this is a classic pop album – totally of its time. I’d love to believe she had as much responsibility in creating this as Lily says she has. If not then whoever wrote this stuff  has captured her personality brilliantly.

Funeral – Arcade Fire (2004)
Read the hype, bought the album, let it sit for a while until listening to it on my iPod at an Ards v Cliftonville match when is suddenly all made sense to me!

Most disappointing gigs

I find it hard to nail down favourite gigs, but at the same time I guess I’m becoming more underwhelmed by live music the older I get. There just aren’t many surprises these days. Arrive early to get a good spot, the support band might be listenable if you’re lucky, then after a few hours standing the main act comes on and by that stage I sometimes find myself thinking..I’d love a seat. Then there’s the tiresome encore routine. What? They’re going to come on again to play another song?? What…it’s their biggest hit? Well I wasn’t expecting that!

Maybe I’ve reached the point where I’ve been lucky enough to see a lot of my favourite bands in concert so gigs are now no longer the defining moments of youth? Anyway, I was thinking of those gigs which have been real disappointments. There haven’t been that many but here they are.

4. Flaming Lips – Belsonic Festival, Custom House Square (2008)
This isn’t a criticism of the band (who are ace on record and live) but of Belfast crowds, who can suck the life out of live music. I think Flaming Lips are better as a support act rather than the main draw, it fits with their underdog approach. And as the headliners here they worked so hard to get the crowd behind them but the standoff-ish audience just seemed to want to stare and chat.

3. Gomez – Mandela Hall (2002)
Loved their first two albums but by the time they were touring In Our Gun it seemed like they were pissed off with playing “the hits” and just jammed for two hours. Add the infamous Mandela Hall non-atmosphere and it was a pretty crap end of undergraduate life concert. Since then they’ve toured America and gained a bit of cult following over there!

2. Josh Rouse  - Spring & Airbrake (2005)
I have all of this guy’s albums and his first trip to Belfast was this show. He started off as an observant singer-songwriter before veering into 70s soft-rock pastiche. I preferred his earlier work but also enjoyed the more fun later stuff. But this gig majored on the later material and played it like a good-time party band. It was under an hour too, and the place was full of rowdy culchies for some reason. It affected how I viewed his music from then on.

1. U2 – Croke Park (2001)
Loved the 2001 Slane Castle show, but for some reason not long after they came on stage at Croke this summer I just wanted to go home. Mid-paced, poor sound, badly-arranged set and maybe just too big?

Far more good shows than bad ones really!

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