Posts filed under “Friday Night Jazz”
Via Open Culture: Stairway to Heaven was one of the biggest rock songs of the 1970s – loved, imitated and sometimes parodied. Now Led Zeppelin’s classic track is back on the turntable, on a re-mastered version of the band’s fourth album. 43 years after its release, the song continues to hold a place in many music fans’ hearts.
Guitarist Jimmy Page gives a personal account of how a rock anthem came together.
Here is an early test recording:
Page, Plant, Bonham and Jones jamming to an unfinished Stairway to Heaven.
From Speakeasy: Released in 1970, the song was the last single the Beatles released before the band split. Hynde’s version echoes the original, opening with the iconic piano part and building into a symphony of backing vocals, guitars, bass and drums. Hynde shows the softer side of her tough-as-nails vocal style, the occasional catch in…Read More
One of my favorite Sci-Fi books from my teen years was Alfred Bester’s 1953 novel, The Demolished Man. (It was the first Hugo Award winner). In Bester’s vision of the Future, telepathy is common, and the main character uses earworms — Pop tunes specifically developed to be an addictive, catchy, irritating nuisance to block out…Read More
“Get On Up” is the new biopic out on James Brown. David Remnick of the The New Yorker calls it “the second-best film ever made about James Brown.” But rather than watch a good impersonations, how about seeing the real thing? The following James Brown video has been called the “most thrilling, compressed, erotic, explosive…Read More
As Josh reminded us, this week was the 25th Anniversary of Paul’s Boutique. Source: Dangerous Minds
Category: Friday Night Jazz
Nutty is a bizarre mash up of swingin’ jazz and crooning classic rock, with a healthy dollop of big band swing.
The result is a unique hybrid of lyrics, melody, musical hooks. Nutty’s arrangements have been called “musical martinis that are spiked, shaken and stirred.” It’s so much more than, simply, “jazzy versions of classic rock hits” — its irreverent, humorous, and sassy.
If you are into music and fond of mashups, then check out the band Nutty.
Here’s a blend of Henry Mancini’s Pink Panther with Jimi Hendrix’ Purple Haze:
And here is Dave Brubeck’s Take Five with The Moody Blue’s Nights in White Satin:
Hat tip: “James Kraus, author of iBooks cookbook Jet Age Cooking for the Bachelor Gourmet.” His writing ties in with Nutty’s Jetsetter Jazz sound.
More info after the jump
I was a monster Pretenders fan back in the day. Their first album, Pretenders, is in the running for the greatest debut album ever. Its great rock and roll, with brilliant songwriting, sly and lovely melodies, ALL belied by the raucous punk production. It was the first album I ever saw that had the words PLAY LOUD on the cover. Now that’s a recording ethos I can get into.
If you have even the slightest doubt that their under-rated melody was the secret sauce of the Pretenders, check out the live acoustic album Isle of View recorded with a string quarter backing the Hynde instead of electric guitars and bass. Its just brilliant.
Yeah, I had a crush on her — I loved her rawness, the way she moaned Hmmmm, how she spat out lyrics, both plaintive (No, I’ll never feel Like a man in a man’s world) and nasty (I shot my mouth off, and you showed me what that hole was for). The power trio behind her was killer, and they could play soft if they wanted to (See Lovers of Today, or their cover of Ray Davie’s Stob Your Sobbing, both on the debut album). Hynde’s voice could range from tough as nails to crushingly vulnerable; her unique phrasing perfectly fit the music she crafted. Musically, everything about The Pretenders just worked.
I’ve always wanted to see a bio pic of the Pretenders, with Gina Gershon cast as Chrissie Hynde. Not me, baby, I’m too precious, I had to fuck off.
Soundcloud has two full songs, plus Chrissie discussing how the album came about (below).
You or No One
Her website is at Chrissiehynde.com
Stream full album at Soundcloud
Review of Stockholm by The Guardian
Chrissie Hynde, Minus the Pretenders (NYT)