Sunday, November 29, 2020

Disco... Old and New

My recent purchase of Kylie Minogue's new retro-style Disco album (on vinyl) has got me thinking about that original era of sexy excess. Not that I was old enough to be part of that scene, but I did buy the odd record as a young music fan.

As I listened to Minogue's new album, I often felt she had nailed the sound and vibe of the classic 70's disco songs. What helped most was the inclusion of real instruments, like guitar, bass and drums (on a few tracks; elsewhere, programmed drums worked quite well). Keyboard synths replicated the lush symphony strings that were a key ingredient in 70's disco. And of course, the songwriting was on the money... super catchy and fun, and lyrically, these tracks would have fit right in among 70's radio hits.

I was never a huge fan of the genre, but I did enjoy some Bee Gee's and K.C. and the Sunshine Band back then. So I do have some frame of reference. 

Plus a couple of years ago, I added a handful of vintage 1970s K-Tel hits compilation records to my collection. K-Tel records always jump out at you with those brightly-coloured dynamic designs on the album jackets. Through these albums, I was able to become more familiar with dance-oriented tunes from that era. A lot of them sounded familiar to me, though I likely hadn't heard them in decades. Then again, popular songs from back then are heard a lot in today's TV ads and shows, and in movies.

K-Tel compilations were a fun mix of rock, pop, disco, soul and funk... whatever was top of the charts back in the 70's and into the 80's. And there was definitely crossover of the genres so that it was sometimes hard to pigeon-hole a song as a particular style. The disco designation could sometimes apply to a soul, funk, or occasionally even a pop-rock song.

Here's a sampling of the of the old-school disco/dance-oriented songs on my vintage vinyl K-Tel LPs:

K.C. and the Sunshine Band - That's the Way (I Like It), Shake Your Booty, etc

Hot Chocolate - You Sexy Thing

Bee Gees - Nights on Broadway

Earth, Wind & Fire - Getaway

Ohio Players - Who'd She Coo?

The Emotions - Best of My Love

The Sylvers - Hot Line

Yvonne Elliman - If I Can't Have You

Patricia Dahlquist - Keep Our Love Alive


The biggest surprise out of that bunch is the last one, by Patricia Dahlquist. Never heard her name before, but that song is SO familiar to me. A very ABBA-esque sound to it. I really like it.

Besides those K-Tel albums, I have ABBA's two greatest hits records (volumes 1 and 2) from the 70's. Oh, and a couple of my original Bee Gees 45 rpm singles from my youth, Night Fever and Stayin' Alive. Plus I have ABBA's greatest hits and a Bee Gees greatest hits on CD, both acquired in recent years.

So put on those white dancing shoes and hit the tiles, man.


Saturday, November 21, 2020

Six-String Heroes... Some of My Favourite Guitarists

Oops, I missed my scheduled post last week. Forgive my lapse.

But on with business... today, I thought I'd talk a bit about some of my favourite guitarists. The recent passing of Grandmaster Edward Van Halen made me pause and consider other fine and legendary players who made their mark on the world, and especially on me.

Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top bending a string all the way from Austin to San Antone

I don't believe I thought in terms of guitar heroes when I was new to music as a young lad. I was buying and listening to Beatles, Monkees, and KISS in my formative years of music appreciation. Maybe a bit later on, I came to realize that guys like George Harrison and Michael Nesmith had some tasty chops, but their chops were somewhat understated and were tailored precisely to serve the songs. Not electrifying, stunning axe attacks. Ace Frehley of KISS sort of moved in that direction, but I was still young back then, and simply listened to the song... not breaking it down and zeroing in on individual instruments like the guitar. I mean, guitar heroics aside, KISS were pretty solid songwriters in their own right. Consider the status of songs like Rock and Roll All Nite, Strutter, Beth, and Detroit Rock City. Yep.

I'd say it was around the time when I was examining the songs of Rush so I could muddle up some semblance of them on my first guitar that I began to consider the notion of a guitar hero. I had already noodled a bit with Deep Purple and Zeppelin, but not with such single-mindedness. It was Alex Lifeson's techniques, styles, and sounds that caught my attention in a brand new way. Not only were Rush songs fun and interesting to play, but they were both a bit challenging and yet within my grasp as a novice player. So it didn't take me long to at least work out riffs and chords of several of Rush's earlier songs, and as I progressed, I tackled some later tunes. I recognized my limits and stayed within them, hunkering down and woodshedding to the likes of Fly By Night, In the End, Anthem, Bastille Day, chunks of 2112, Xanadu, La Villa Strangiato, and whatever I could manage from Moving Pictures.

So Lifeson inspired me and drove me to develop enough as a player to eventually look just as closely at other guitarists. Back in the day, I really liked Rik Emmett of another Canadian hard rock trio, Triumph, but maybe not so much nowadays. Yes, he's very accomplished, but just not my cup of tea now. I used to like hammering out some of their earliest tunes on my cheapie acoustic. Same with Jimmy Page; his Led Zeppelin riffs were fascinating to me early on, so I jammed to a bunch of those. But I never felt the need to delve very far into the Zep catalogue other than to just listen and enjoy.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again... as much as I loved Eddie Van Halen's guitar genius, even as a teenager, I knew I had no clue how to tackle that stuff. For one thing, back then, I hadn't any idea about drop tuning, so forget about figuring out chords that sounded right. And with no natural gift or formal training, it was a bust for me. I just listened and loved the music. So Ed was and still is (RIP) a favourite... wait, let's be clear: my absolute favourite... guitarist. His otherworldly wailing and shredding sent chills down my spine, and his  rhythm work was pretty stellar, too. Not just a guitar god, but also a primo songwriter. Jump, Hot For Teacher, Mean Street, Panama, Atomic Punk. Jeez, all classics, and just the tip of the iceberg.

Alex Lifeson of Rush leaning into a searing prog-rock solo

Along the way, I also learned to love the playing of Steve Howe of progressive rock giants Yes. That music was a whole other world, a whole other level of musicianship. Howe could play anything. His guitar-work on Yes albums ranged in style from folk to classical to rock to jazz, and everything in between. Yes was truly an art rock band, and Howe was the man to fill the slot on six-string. The Fragile album displays his, and his bandmates', virtuosity on their respective instruments in a very structured and formal way, but then Relayer is just a vast monumental jazz-prog-rock fusion that blows the mind. Whew, it's exhausting even thinking about that stuff.

Moving in a different direction, there was the master of the metal riff, the Grandfather of Metal, Tony Iommi. His work with Black Sabbath set the standard for everything that would come after. His influence is heard everywhere in metal, and even outside the genre. Iommi's unique sound and style came about after he lost some fingertips in an accident. He improvised replacement tips for his hands, and eventually had specially-designed tips made for him to perform with. And thus his distinctive sound was born. Tony played a special role in my guitar-playing development. I didn't learn a lot of Sabbath songs, but getting stuff like Iron Man and Paranoid into my repertoire fed my hunger for moody, heavy riff-based music.

Matthias Jabbs of Scorpions always impressed me with his supersonic soloing, such melody and shredding all wrapped up in a Germanic metal package. I've always felt the same way about Glenn Tipton of Judas Priest... a heavy yet lyrical style of guitar playing that always spoke to me. He was part of the Priest one-two-punch on the axe; along with KK Downing, the two of them tore up the world with the first truly metal twin guitar attack.

While I've long been a fan of Dave Mustaine's fretwork, it's been his long line of second guitarist recruits that have wowed me time and again. Marty Friedman, who served in the Megadeth regime during the 90's, was technically brilliant, but also brought creative talents to the table that served the band well during what I would call their heyday. The album Rust in Piece is a prime example of that perfection. Then jump to recent years, and Megadeth now boasts the guitar mastery of Kiko Loureiro, who absolutely kicks things into the stratosphere when he takes a solo. 

For decades, I have been a fan of Kim Mitchell's creative output. I've kinda lost touch in later years, but from Mitchell's early work with Max Webster and his solo career up into the late 90's, I've always found something amazing going on with this Canadian-born musician. His homegrown sense of style and humour gave added flavour to his expressive guitar playing. Kim could shred and rock with the best of them, and yet he could write and play memorable radio-friendly songs that lit up any party. Well-rounded and lovable in his wacky way.

I could go on forever, but instead I'll wrap up by making mention of good ol' Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top. Talk about tasty guitar playing. His often rootsy yet always zesty blues-rock is never a bore. From rockers like La Grange to the slow jam of Blue Jean Blues, Gibbons possesses a sound, style and feel that really gets into your bones and makes you move. I'm less a fan of the electronic-drums sound of the 80's ZZ music, yet Billy always fit his down-home licks and strums into the mix. But it is that classic 70's ZZ Top that really tears it up for me. Jesus Just Left Chicago, Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers, Heard it on the X, Tush... such a vast catalogue of guitar-based blues gems.

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Am I That Dad in "Dad Rock"?

 "Dad Rock". I hate that label for a sort of subgenre of what people now call "Classic Rock" (I hate that one, too). Classic Rock, as people think of it today, was simply the music that came before them. And it was all the music that I grew up with, from The Beatles and Pink Floyd to Rush and Van Halen, and everything in between... and even a bit beyond. Hell, even 90's grunge has now been lumped into the Classic Rock category, just because enough time has elapsed to make it really, really old. Bah!

And another thing...

While Classic Rock (I'll quit saying that now, since I hate it so much) is music that oldsters, men and women alike, enjoy, Dad Rock is more specific to what a guy, at least the stereotypical male, of a certain age listens to. It's a generalization that may have some truth to it, or a lot, but still, I don't like being pigeon-holed into a particular demographic just because of the music I listen to. 

But this is life. As uncomfortable as I am with this new-ish music category, I will accept that there is some truth to its definition: 

Dad-rock (n.): 1. music played by dads; 2. music made by old white dudes that somehow always ends up on the car stereo and/or being played on the hi-fi at various school friends' houses. 

- as written by Tom Hawking at Flavorwire.com

The first part, about it being music played by dads, is accurate enough. Some moms may like it, but the majority of listeners seem to be guys. So that and the second part of the definition make this music sound like something to be avoided. That it's bad. But hold on a minute...

If youngsters today (even "kids" well into their 20's) gave artists like Pink Floyd, Eagles, Steely Dan, and Led Zeppelin a real chance, I'd bet dollars to donuts that they'd find something they like. And whether they like it all or not, I'm sure most would recognize that these were/are very talented musicians. So Dad Rock needn't be equated with something awful - or uncool - that the kids must roll their eyes at and hate. And if it's a matter of coolness, then consider that the music of the 60's and 70's wasn't made based on what was cool or not; there was a level of confidence in the musicians so that they didn't care if they fit in with what was trendy. An admirable and freeing thing for a creative person. Unlike the way most music these days is made.

Sure, there may be some "bad" stuff in there, just like there's bad in every genre and era of music. Of course, it's all subjective, so what one person thinks is bad may be loved by someone else. Hey, even I and others my age kind of smirk when certain April Wine, Kiss, and Loverboy songs play on the radio. We dads know it's sort of corny or goofy, yet we may have a soft spot for some of it for old time's sake. Nostalgia plays a big role in this. The music takes us back to our youthful glory days.

And I may be overthinking this, but does the term Dad Rock imply that we dads are stuck in the past, only listening to the oldies? If so, then it is very wrong... about me, anyway. I love music of many genres and eras, some even from the past few years. And if Dad Rock also means boring, there might be a grain of truth to that for some dads, but I don't listen to boring music. I gravitate toward exciting stuff like Voivod and Megadeth, or the more modern hard rock of Ghost.

Dad Rock as a label isn't outright offensive, but it seems dismissive, like don't even waste your time on this stuff. And that's not a fair and open-minded approach at all. If you want your kids to learn to appreciate new things, expose them to it a bit at a time, not overkill, which would only turn them off right away.

So if I'm going to be that dad in Dad Rock, then I'll accept the charge. Yes, I do like Cream, Pink Floyd, Alan Parsons Project, Yes, Black Sabbath, ZZ Top, AC/DC and the other artists mentioned above, to varying degrees. Other big Dad Rock artists Bruce Springsteen and Eric Clapton (solo) not so much for me, maybe a bit of Dire Straits, Neil Young, Van Morrison, and Billy Joel (but not too much).

If liking Dad Rock simply means you're old enough to be a dad, then so be it. I am a dad, and damned proud of it. The term may mildly deride music nerds who have entered middle age, but if the shoe fits, I'll wear it. I still buy physical media, especially records (gasp!) and CDs to feed my inner (and outer) rock fan.

Now you kids, get off my lawn, and while you're at it, go listen to some CCR and Thin Lizzy!