Mostly Other People Do the Publicity

I blogged about the band Mostly Other People Do the Killing in 2009, and in looking back on that entry, I’m happy to see I didn’t go with the angle of “Wow, is this band irreverent!”

Because the band isn’t supposed to be goofy, name aside. (In fact, the name comes from Leon Theremin’s alleged, not-so-funny quote about Joseph Stalin.) What I did focus on was the band being a mesh of influences tracing through the history of jazz, especially its swingy and brassy (figuratively) tendencies, which seems closer to MOPDTK’s real intent.

I feel kind of good about that while reading the lengthy interview recently published on All About Jazz, where the four MOPTDK members take writer Troy Collins to task for some of the misconceptions about them. I’d shared many of those misconceptions, including the idea that the band is always trying to be funny, so it was a very educational read, a good viewpoint on the band’s perspective.

source: eMusic; click to go thereThat interview was part of a publicity meteor shower that spattered across the Web about two weeks ago in advance of Slippery Rock, the band’s sixth album and their most awesome album cover to date. (I didn’t say they never try to be funny.) It’s the first time in a while that the cover artwork isn’t based on a specific classic album, which made me glad when I found out. As much as I disparage smooth jazz, it bothered me to think there was some seminal smooth-jazz album whose cover I didn’t recognize.  Call it jazz ego.

Apparently, smooth jazz really is the album’s sire, or at least its great-uncle. Moppa Elliott, the bassist and songwriter, started by writing tunes for electric bass and keyboards. Those got jettisoned and the tunes slightly reworked to fit MOPDTK’s normal front line of sax and trumpet.

Getting back to the marketing push behind the album — the band has a video out for “Yo, Yeo, Yough.”  It’s not often that you see a jazz video, let alone one with this kind of staging and storyline. It’s good: funny at first, then maybe a bit unsettling, but in a good way.

“Yo, Yeo, Yough” – Mostly Other People Do the Killing from Yuan Liu on Vimeo.

If you have trouble finding Slippery Rock in stores everywhere (because “stores everywhere” carry so much modern jazz, right? right?), two of your options are CD Baby and eMusic. Neither one pays me to say things like that; I just happen to like ’em.

Tape Music Festival 2013: Parmegiani

'Futuristic' Parmegiani album art c.1970
Cover of Parmegiani’s album, L’œil écoute/Dedans-Dehors. Futuristic in a 1970 way. Source: Bowlegs Music.

This year’s San Francisco Tape Music Festival will include an evening-long celebration of acousmatic composer Bernard Parmegiani. The festival runs Jan. 25-27 at ODC Theater (3153 17th St., San Francisco).

Acousmatic” is a word I learned just this week, and it seems to be a more accurate (but less fun) description of “tape music.” Either way, the concept is: sounds that are set down in recorded form and meant to be performed by playing the recording.

But it’s not like playing a record at home. The performance involves 16 or more speakers situated around the room, usually played in the dark to heighten the auditory experience. The sounds scatter about you with remarkable clarity — bells, liquids and thunders dancing about the room. Cinema for the ears, as they say. (See the Bruno Ruvario review, the 2012 Tape Music Festival review, and notes about the festival from 2012 and 2009.)

Here’s what else is happening during the festival:

  • Recent pieces by Bay Area composers including Pamela Z (a 2008 piece called “Spangled”) and sfSound’s Matt Ingalls
  • “Classic” works by folks like Luciano Berio (from 1961) and Hugh Le Caine (from 1955)
  • A new realization of John Cage’s “Williams Mix,” which also got presented last year. The piece instructs the “performer” to record various urban sounds, so it’s a completely different piece every time.
  • A 1980 piece by Jonathan Harvey, who passed away in December.

Given that last bit, it’s nice to note that Parmegiani is still alive at age 85. His evening of the Festival — Sunday, Jan. 27 — will feature pieces from the ’60s and one from 2004, followed by the 45-minute “De Natura Sonotorum,” created in 1975.

Parmegiani studied under one of the pioneers of this music, Pierre Schaeffer, and he’s considered a huge influence in the acousmatic music world. He was around when these sounds were just being pioneered, and his career has been voluminous. (If you’re curious and have some coin to spare, there’s a 12-CD collection of his work available on eMusic.)

Of course, there are study materials lying around the Web as well, albeit of YouTube audio fidelity.

Here’s a full reading of “De Natura Sonotorum:”

A small piece of “De Natura Sonotorum:”

A neat piece called dance, based on one sound source (voice):

Nels Cline Is Sold Out at Duende

DSCN0944AAt no point did it occur to me that all four Nels Cline Singers shows at Duende would be sold out, but they are.

A couple dozen tickets are being released each night, so you can still see them through Saturday. Just hang around the bodega (coffee/wine bar) part of the restaurant a couple hours before the 9:00 p.m. show. (That recommendation comes from the Duende Facebook page.)

Each show includes one set of the Singers trio and one set with a special guest added — Ben Goldberg (clarinet) on Friday and Zeena Parkins (electric harp) on Saturday, if I recall correctly.

Music at Duende is held in an upstairs loft with wood paneling. Sound does travel between the stage and the restaurant. In the case of the well amplified Nels Cline Singers, this wasn’t a problem. What the restaurant patrons thought, I don’t know, but there’s a good chance they barely noticed the music over the natural buzz of the place. It was really crowded.

I saw Wednesday night’s opening show, and it was good. Great vibe, with an audience psyched about not only the music but the venue. This isn’t the first music Duende has hosted (Patrick Cress’ Telepathy had been there the night before, according to the schedule) but the four-night residency had a Grand Opening feel.

The show started off with gentle Nels, playing “Lullabye for Ian,” but that eventually merged into a louder, electronics-laden zone, where the folks who’d come to see Nels shred madly got satisfied. Nels at one point drew up a sample of their playing that also included a drumbeat, and he looped it for a kind of auto-rock beat. They had a lot of fun with that.

Trevor Dunn on bass stayed mostly in the background, although he did get some nice melodic solos on “You Noticed” and “Blues, Too” — both jazzy songs, with Dunn soloing during quieter times. Scott Amendola on drums was in full rock mode for much of the set, pounding away happily. (I did hear one person complain he’d overdone it.)

As for the food, it’s pricey, but of course you’re paying for the experience, including snappy decor, unknown cooking ingredients from Spain, and a wine list of obscure bottles with random-adjective descriptions (not that music reviewing gets any less abstract). I stayed on the bodega side and ordered a small plate and some wine from the cashier; both were good, and so was the lemon ice-cream sandwich that I got on the way out. It was a treat. I’m looking forward to going back.


Four-Way Musical Crash

Ron Anderson, Robert L. Pepper, David Tamura, Philippe PetitClosed Encounters of the 4 Minds (Public Eyesore, 2012)

Here’s a frenetic mix of noise and rock and improv, a constant tumbling of sounds, with lots of grating (in a good way) electronics providing a basslike backdrop.

It’s musical dodgeball, a bombardment that starts early in the first track: incoming sci-fi volleys and the fast tremor of Ron Anderson’s guitar. David Tamura’s sax blazes and squeaks with high lung power.

It’s the sax and the guitars spike the energy levels (you might be familiar with Anderson’s frenetic tendencies from The Molecules or PAK) and provide a semblance of rhythm. But don’t picture metal or ferocious speed-punk. In fact, there’s a cross between wildness and musicality in here. Crazy sax or guitar scribblings in one moment, a near-pleasant melodicism (backed by the same crazed, pulsing attitude) in the next.

Even a relatively calmer track like number 5 (they’re all untitled), with its zoned-out buzzing like a synthetic sitar, has the disquiet of David Tamura’s cranky sax and some ominous guitar electronics.

The album is often like a conversation where everybody wants to be heard at once, and in many contexts, that wouldn’t be a good thing. But you have to consider the intent. This music aims to be dynamic and aggressive — they fill the page with scribbles — and I love the bustling chaos it creates. It works.

That said, some points are a bit much. I’m torn as to whether I enjoy Track 4. It’s got an alarm-blare sound that just goes and goes and goes. Some days, I can take it as part of the scenery. Other days, I’m ready to reach through the speakers and rip out somebody’s laptop battery to end the pain. The loops of saxophones and of a keyboard-like sound (as on The Who’s “Eminence Front” — it might be the electric psalterion (harp) played by Petit) can feel either nicely juxtaposed or relentlessly annoying, depending on my mood.

But on most tracks, I enjoy the musical assault, and I like the structures they’ve built with the music. The 10-minute finale (track 8) progresses through phases that could each be described as a descent into madness. One segment has the feeling of shooting down a tunnel, with a pulsing fuzz in the bass spectrum representing the walls speeding past, until it disintegrates into a crunchy, staticky sound bed for the other instruments. It finally gives way to a rhythmic guitar chop that sets up the noisy ending.


The first moments of the album:

Track 5. Zoned-out buzzing that’s still not peaceable:

Track 4, with that alarm blare. You decide:

The “tunnel” from track 8:

Duende Hosts Nels Cline

Source: Duende Oakland. Click to go there.Some time ago, I expressed skepticism about the “jazz” aspect of a new restaurant that was coming to Oakland. Boy, was I wrong.

Duende (468 19th St., Oakland) is giving the Nels Cline Singers a four-night residency starting January 23. Separately, co-owner Paul Canales has a blog entry where he mentions John Zorn as not only a friend but a source of inspiration for the restaurant — for the name, in particular.

I don’t expect Duende to become a full-time, all-out haven for the avant-garde. They’ve got rent to pay, and they’ve got ambitions as a restaurant.  But it’s good to know the owners have sympathetic ears for good music. And the food and coffee — there’s a blog entry about the coffee! — sound intriguing too, albeit not cheap.

nelsclinesingers-shirtI love going to DIY music events in obscure corners. I fondly remember a trip to NYC where I stared in envy at show fliers for loft shows and experienced an invigorating Elliott Sharp concert in an upper-east-side apartment converted to a dance studio. But I think a plush setting is a nice treat occasionally, and I’d imagine many musicians agree.

So, let’s wish best of luck to Duende, and help them out by providing a good showing for Nels Cline.

Each show, Jan. 23 through 26, will feature one set of the Nels Cline Singers and a set of Nels plus a guest artist. More info here.

Addendum:  As I reach for the “Publish” button, I see that Patrick Cress’ Telepathy will playing on Jan. 22. More about them here and here.

Score One for San Jose Jazz

Have I complained about the San Jose Jazz Festival in these pages? Yes? I’ll do it again anyway.

Photo lifted from El Observador. Click for an article with a more positive outlook on the festival.The summertime festival is great if you’re into pop, hip-hop, swing, or Latin jazz. Deeper jazz — not to mention anything off the main drag — is out. Even smooth jazz was hard to find, last time I checked.

Yes, I’m being a snob. And hating is easy; you could argue I should join SJ Jazz and make my opinion heard. But be realistic. The festival wants open-air crowds of smiling families and happy first dates. Danceable, drinkable bands have pushed even bebop and Coltrane clones to the fringes of the agenda. Suggestions of free jazz and cerebral quasi-classical improvising would be met with hard stares. Plus, I’d honestly feel bad about trying to rock the boat without first putting in my dues as a volunteer — and if I had that kind of time, I’d still be doing my KZSU show.

Besides, I don’t need for San Jose to have an avant-garde angle. I’ve already got the likes of the Switchboard Festival, SF Offside, the sfSound concerts (including the upcoming Tape Music Festival), Other Minds, the Outsound New Music Summit … and other options I’ve just insulted by leaving them off the list. There are also the weekly and monthly series that keep forging ahead, as you can see on the calendars at or A festival crowd would be nice to provide for some of these deserving artists, but San Jose is a commerce town. The invigorated downtown, heartening as it is to see, is all about prime-time attractions.

Not that they never tried. It was probably 20 years ago, literally, that I spent a day at the jazz festival and saw a solo pianist at the Museum of Art. Can’t recall the name, but he was an Eastern European. And he put on an exhilarating set of dazzling, classical-influenced playing, full of big low-register chords and relentless hammering. (By the way, I like San Jose’s museum. It’s technology-obsessed, as the whole community is, but the museum at least presents its technology with question marks.)

Surprises like that pianist have become rare for the San Jose Jazz Festival, although I’d bet they’d be open to someone like Lisa Mezzacappa who’s played Monterey. I have to admit, too, that San Jose Jazz has a sincere interest in world music (the fusion-y, westernized kind, at least), and admirably, they support school jazz bands. But if I want to get creative music going in my hometown — and the little voice in my head always chastises me for never even trying — I’d be better off finding a small South-of-First Street gallery that’s open to a DIY series. Maybe someday.

My point in writing this, though, is more hopeful: San Jose Jazz has cracked the mold. For their winter mini-festival in early March, they’re bringing in Vijay Iyer.

In other words, the organization has booked someone I actually want to see.

Source: San Jose Jazz; click to go thereThe album Accelerando landed Iyer at the top of some prominent mainstream “best-of” lists, so he’s actually an obvious festival choice. But he’s still Vijay Iyer. He makes exciting music. He slashed-and-burned with the trio Fieldwork. And his presence gives me a reason to actually attend a downtown San Jose jazz show. (The show is Friday, March 15.)

And while I’m down there, maybe I’ll even swing by South First Street and daydream about that South Bay series.

Bruno Ruviaro: Happy New Ear

Bruno introduces the evening's program.Bruno Ruviaro demonstrated some nifty ideas around electroacoustic music and voice performance Friday night, and he also got to show off the Laptop Ensemble that’s going to be the seed for Santa Clara University’s first Laptop Orchestra.

Ruviaro got SCU’s Music Recital Hall to himself for “Happy New Ear,” a program of his music. (See Laptop Music Invades Santa Clara.)

University events can be nice. You get a plush, acoustically pleasing theater and an appreciative crowd — in this case about 70 people including Ruviaro’s students, fellow SCU faculty, and other colleagues, and some curiosity seekers like me.

Two pieces used the stage theatrically, with physical movement adding a dimension of storytelling to the music. “Clippings” started with flautist Rachael Beetz and soprano Jessica Aszodi seated on opposite sides of the stage, backs to one another. Aszodi played a wine glass and made small, almost flute-like whining sounds that Beetz responded to, a blind conversation. (That movement was even called “Whine.”)

Beetz (left) and Aszodi after performing “Clippings.” Yes, it’s blurry. Aszodi later performed “Unspell,” and her Web site says she’s preparing a CD of vocal-plus-electronics pieces like that. That combination is a current passion of hers.

Then Beetz went upstage and Aszodi downstage, still with their backs to each other, for a second movement of rapid-fire monologuing by Aszodi, a phonetic jungle gym that reminded me of Finnegan’s Wake. The final movement had them on opposite sides of the stage again, this time slightly facing one another. The whole effect was like minimalist experimental theater.

Later, Aszodi took to the stage alone for a piece titled “Unspell,” vocalizing against the electronics Ruviaro triggered from the soundboard in the middle of the auditorium. Aszodi rapid-fired through passages of French, English, and possibly something in between, running a gamut of emotions from contented bliss to jilted anger. She’s an accomplished opera performer with a lot of stage presence and a wide range of emoting — her facial expressions alone told the story.

The text itself, inspired by a Roland Barthes book, mostly concerned the narrator waiting for a lover, at different times either voluntarily or by order, and it included the classic scenario of not daring to use the telephone in case the lover should try to call. The electronics lingered in back, setting moods including a rabid buzz, or a series of joyous, bouncing notes, like metallic balloons being released.

Aszodi spent most of “Unspell” standing front-and-center on the bare stage, then sat at the edge of the stage for the conclusion, reading off of a music stand placed there. It was a clever way to end with more of a tête-à-tête setting.

Laptop EnsembleThe six-person laptop ensemble involved Ruviaro conducting the players through cues while leaving them options for their playing — varying different types of waveforms. Each laptop got its own speaker, so that your ears could tie a location to each player, just as with acoustic instruments. That came into play early, as the piece, “Intellectual Improperty 0.6,” started with a continual buzz that turned out to be ratchety clicking coming from each laptop. The nature of the sound became apparent as players dropped out or moved to the next phase, reducing the sum-of-parts to some discernible components. It was a nice effect.

The second half of the piece was dominated by recognizable piano sounds, some sampled from Beethoven’s “Diabelli Variations.” (I’ve mentioned that piece before, in a surprisingly similar context.) It started with high plinks invading the sound one by one, eventually descending into a big rumbling thunder, the evolving back into recognizable piano sounds near the ending.

Laptop music does have that “people checking e-mail” quality, which Ruviaro joked about in the program notes, but this was an enjoyable piece. Being closer to the stage, to better hear the sound separation between players, might have been interesting.

Laptop Ensemble cleanup.
The Laptop Ensemble, disassembling during intermission. Click for big view – those bowl looking speakers *are* Ikea bowls, with car speakers inserted through holes in the sides.

Ruviaro also performed two prerecorded electroacoustic pieces, with speakers around the auditorium playing the sounds in the dark, just like at the San Francisco Tape Music Festival (coming up Jan. 25-27, 2013.)

“Fonepoemas,” which opened the concert, was apparently sampled from different vocalizations of the name “Tania.” I completely did not pick up on that; I was enjoying the sci-fi insect chatter of it all.

The other piece, “Study on Japanese Themes,” was not the zen stillness I expected. In fact, it was lively and driving. I liked it a lot. It drew from sounds by composers Ryoji Ikeda and Keiichiro Shibuya, combining hundreds of tiny bits of sound through a technique called concatenative synthesis.

Overall, a very enjoyable faculty concert, even though I felt sorry to miss the Jay Korber benefit in Berkeley.

Ruviaro isn’t done, of course. In the spring quarter, he’ll offer a class whose members will become the SCU Laptop Orchestra, and they’ll play a concert on the afternoon of Thursday, June 6.
Taken from the "Happy New Ear" program

Chris Forsyth in Town, on the Air

I mentioned this obliquely two days ago but thought I’d give it a headline, so to speak.

Guitarist Chris Forsyth‘s solo tour has come to the Bay Area, and he’ll be performing on KZSU-FM this Sunday, Jan. 13, from 6:00 to 7:00 p.m. Pacific time. Tune in at 90.1FM if you’re local to Stanford University, or listen from anywhere at It’ll be a blast.

Or, you could actually go see him.  He’s in Berkeley on Saturday night, Jan. 12, playing at the space known as the Berkeley Arts Festival, right near campus. (See previous post.)

What can you expect? Shimmering, beautiful music. Looped electric guitar with touches of psych and country. Here’s a live performance of “Downs and Ups,” the liveliest song on his recent album, Kenzo Deluxe. His other pieces can be more meditative and swirling, and that’s good, too.

A Good Cause, Friday Night in Berkeley

Jay KorberTwo large improvising ensembles will play at Berkeley Arts Friday night, Jan. 11, in a benefit for musician Jay Korber, who’s been in a terrible accident.

Korber was hit by a street sweeping vehicle and dragged, suffering a shattered hip and other injuries. He’ll recover, but slowly, and any recompense from the city will probably take years.

I have to admit, I didn’t recognize Jay Korber’s name at first — but it turns out I’ve heard and appreciated his music. He’s the sax half of the sax/drums duo Ettrick.

So, a large gathering of friends will send Korber some good vibes Friday night.  Moe! Staiano will conduct a big ensemble of multiple guitars, multiple saxes, and multiple percussion players. I’m guessing it’ll be loud.

Gino Robair will then conduct a large ensemble of a more normal shape: Lots of woodwinds, lots of guitars, some electronics, etc.

It’s happening at the Berkeley Arts Festival on Friday, Jan. 11, starting 7:00 p.m.  The address is 2133 University Ave. near Shattuck.

Laptop Music Invades Santa Clara

ruviaro-newearLiving in San Jose, an hour’s drive from the music hubs of San Francisco and Oakland, I’ve often thought about looking into the music programs of San Jose State University and Santa Clara University, not as a student, but as a music fan. They’ve got to have some academic types who perform some interesting music, right? Even Stanford, home to CCRMA, doesn’t get only my radar often enough.

I’ve “thought about” it but never done much about it. Well, now’s my chance.

Bruno Ruviaro — who’s done work at CCRMA, it turns out — is now an assistant professor at Santa Clara and has organized a concert of laptop music (and more) this Friday, Jan. 11 at 7:30 p.m.

Titled “Happy New Ear,” it’s described as “an opera singer, three flutes of different sizes, seven laptops, several loudspeakers, and assorted sound objects.” Who could resist, right?

Ruviaro’s web site includes recordings of many of his works: It’s mostly electroacoustic stuff but includes some not-so-electroacoustic works, such as a piano sonata and a solo saxophone piece.

I streamed a trio for viola, cello, and percussion, and tried to follow along with the score provided on Ruviaro’s site. It was entertaining. (I can read music note by note, but when it comes to that modern classical stuff … to quote Keanu Reeves: “Whoa.”)