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Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 3

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From Uncut's September 2002 issue: In one of the most revealing interviews of his career, Bruce Springsteen talks exclusively to Adam Sweeting about his new album, The Rising, much of which was written in the aftermath of September 11, and which reunites him with the E Street Band for their first st...

From Uncut’s September 2002 issue: In one of the most revealing interviews of his career, Bruce Springsteen talks exclusively to Adam Sweeting about his new album, The Rising, much of which was written in the aftermath of September 11, and which reunites him with the E Street Band for their first studio album since Born In The USA.

Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 1

Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 2

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One of the trademarks of Springsteen’s career has been the way it has advanced by careful, logical steps. If he’s been through chaotic or depressive episodes in his life, he has made sure he did so away from microphones and beyond the reach of the paparazzi. His shrewdest creative device has been to use his own life as the raw material of his work, so as he gradually changes over the years, so do his songs. He has been evolutionary rather than revolutionary, and if he sometimes seems to have been hamstrung by excessive caution, his approach has ensured that he has avoided making a prancing buffoon of himself in the manner of a Rod Stewart, a Mick Jagger, or even a George Michael.

Hence, despite the immediate circumstances of their composition, Springsteen is well aware that the new songs are “outgrowths of stories that I’ve written all along”, as he puts it. “I’ve written about the everyday for a long time, and a certain sort of… for lack of a better word, heroism or nobility that I’ve felt that I witnessed in my life as a child among people in my neighbourhood and in my house. That was something that I felt wasn’t being sung about at the time when I started to sing about it, and also it was just what mattered to me. It felt real, and those were the things I was moved to sing about. We’re living at a time in the United States of certain events, y’know, and as a writer you respond to the events of the day.

“What happened last September was a very natural thing to write about, and there were a lot of obviously inspirational things happening at the time. You’re trying to contextualise the event for yourself. I think that’s where it starts. It starts with you trying to do it for yourself, and then in the process, because I learnt the language of songwriting and music, I try to communicate and hopefully do it for other people. I’m just doing something that’s useful for me, and then hopefully in some fashion it’s gonna be useful and will provide some service to my audience.”

It seems incongruous that Springsteen’s huge career should have grown from such unassuming, almost humdrum, acorns. The way he puts it, he almost makes it sound as if he’s a musical plumber who comes round, with a pen behind his ear and a clipboard, to make sure you’re getting your regular supply with no leaks or air blockages. But it’s been his achievement to take the routines and small details of regular non-rock-star lives and sieve through them until he can separate out a hint of the epic.

Punk bands always used to drone on about removing the barriers between band and audience, but somehow Springsteen was able to persuade his audience, even after they’d been herded into a football stadium with people chucking firecrackers and mooing “Brooooooce!”, that the bond they thought they felt to him and his music was real. Even after becoming the biggest white rock star on earth, he found ways to keep the relationship alive, whether it was through high-profile benevolent gestures or Amnesty International tours, or perhaps more tellingly, by showing up unannounced at small clubs and thrashing out a few old rock’n’roll chestnuts, just because he wanted to.

A natural conservative (by character, rather than politically) in a medium which was, at one time at least, associated with anarchy and insurrection, Springsteen was always in it for the long run. Not the burn-out-and-fade-away type of guy at all.

“No, no!” he insists. “I wanted to live to be old, old as hell, y’know? I’m glad The Who can get onstage and still sing ‘My Generation’ now. I like seeing Marlon Brando alive and kicking. I understood the cult of death was always a very, very integral part of rock’n’roll myth, and possibly because there was this whole idea of the edge and the idea that music felt like life and death. It did feel like life and death, it still does feel like life and death to me, y’know, but it was something that for me and our band I interpreted differently. I didn’t discount it and it’s a part of a lot of my music, but I interpreted it differently and I think in an integrated fashion as a part of the work that I was doing, and fundamentally our story has always been, ‘Hey, look, all we have is this, let’s see what we can do with it.'”

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He attributes his work ethic and his penchant for self-denial to his mother, Adele. A staunch Catholic from a Neapolitan family, the Zerillis, Mrs Springsteen was a hard-working secretary who shouldered the burden of keeping the household running when her husband was enduring his frequent periods of unemployment. When Springsteen talks about her, his face is lit by an expression of child-like amazement.

“I took after my mom in a certain sense. Her life had an incredible consistency, work work work every day, and I admired that greatly. I admired her ability to present herself. She would get up in the morning and the bathroom was near my bed, and I could hear the sound of her in the bathroom. The faucet would come on, the make-up kit come out, things clicking on the sink, and I just sat and listened to my mother in the act of getting ready to present herself to the world. And then her high heels, and the sound they made when they left the house. I had a little balcony I used to sleep out on sometimes, and I’d hear her heels going up the street towards the office.

“The office was about two blocks into the centre of town and that was the sound of my mom walking to work, y’know, walking to work. I’d visit her at her job sometimes, and it was filled with men and women who seemed to have a purpose. They were presenting themselves in a certain fashion, and I found a lot of inspiration in those simple acts. It was part of what you gave to the town you lived in and your society and your family, and it was not necessarily easy to do. My mother had little babies. We needed breakfast, we needed dinner at the end of her eight-hour working day. We needed somebody to do our homework with us and the day was endless, y’know, and it was just simply performed daily, day in day out, without complaint. As I grew older I began to look at this as a noble thing, and I realised that there were many of these things going on constantly in my little town.”

You’d have to guess that this idealistic, stained-glass vision of Adele Springsteen provided at least one template for her son’s various Mary figures. It might surprise his mother to learn that she was also a role model for the E Street Band. “The work part of what we did was intensely modelled on what she did, and the way she conducted herself on a daily basis,” Springsteen insists. “It was like, ‘Hey! We can’t be terrible one night and good the next night. We’ve got to be good every night.’ When somebody buys your ticket, it’s your handshake, it’s the old story, and they only have this night. They don’t care if you’re great the next night. What about tonight, y’know? I thought those things were real, and we took our fun very seriously.

“We went out there to throw a big party to make you laugh and dance and the band would act crazy onstage, but behind it was the idea also that you’re providing an essential service of some sort. That unspoken promises are made between an audience and an artist, whether you say them or not, they’re a part of the dialogue that comes with the turf. And it’s a valuable dialogue, a valuable occupation, a valuable thing to do, and on top of that, hey, it’s great fun and the pay is fabulous and we’ve had a lifetime of satisfying work. On our last tour, somebody came up to me and said ‘Hey, I saw you in ’75, there was a show you did at this college.’ I thought, why would somebody remember one night in 1975? And I said, ‘Yeah, that was the idea, I was trying to make that night memorable.’

“That consistency, I felt, was a part of what we were about and what I wanted to be about. I wanted to be something you could depend upon, as best as I could. I was gonna have my screw-ups and make my mistakes and I was probably gonna do things you didn’t want me to do, but fundamentally I was gonna be at least out there searching for that road.” He pauses for another eruption of Brucian laughter. “And so it continues.”

But when he was, say, 25 and about to make Born To Run, did he have a clear idea of where he was heading and how he would develop? “Well, I’d had success locally and I liked that. You got the attention from the girls. I made a few bucks, not much but I didn’t need much, and I beat the 9-to-5 thing which I was very interested in doing. I had no practical skills and I wasn’t book-smart at school, so I’d managed to learn this craft that was keeping me afloat. That excited me, and I knew I wanted to be a musician.

“Then, as time passed, we played to a lot of people and people applauded. We were pretty good. As we travelled around I said, ‘Yeah, we’re not only pretty good, we’re better than a lot of these other guys I’m seeing’, and I’d put the radio on and I’d say, ‘And I’m as good as a lot of these guys that are on the radio, too, so why shouldn’t I be on the radio? Anyway, I got to New York and I met Mike Appel [first manager], and it set the next series of things in motion where I was going to be a recording musician now. After my first album came out, I remember Mike called me and I said, ‘How did we do?’ He said, ‘We didn’t do very well, we sold about 20,000 records.’ I said, ‘20,000 records! That’s fabulous! I don’t know 20,000 people. Who would buy a record by someone they have no idea about?'”

Gradually, it dawned on him that whatever success he was going to achieve would be determined by his own efforts. He was gripped by a single-minded will to succeed.

“I think I just wanted to be great, y’know, I wanted to be really as good as I could be, and I wanted to live up to the people who had been my heroes. It’s like when Reggie Jackson got put into the Baseball Hall Of Fame, he says ‘It was great to be there that day, you don’t care if your name’s called first or second or tenth, but it’s nice that somewhere on that long day when the list gets read off, somewhere in there they come to yours.’ I think that was kinda my feeling – ‘Gee, I’d like to be a part of this somehow.’

“When I think back on it, I thought I just wanted to play rhythm guitar. I didn’t want to play lead guitar. You just want to be in the band and be part of that thing moving along, but then somewhere along the way that becomes intertwined with, of course, raving ambition, and you’re trying to make the best, greatest rock record that could ever be made. You’re trying to be the best and your ego pushes you, which is okay, that’s how things roll. I think as long as all those things are managed in a fashion that allows you to survive and continue, and keeps you on a reasonable path, you know?

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It was the arrival of Jon Landau as his manager that guaranteed that Springsteen’s potential would be converted into copper-bottomed, platinum-plated results. Landau declared that he had seen “rock’n’roll’s future”, but when he saw Springsteen he knew he’d seen his own future too. Left to his own devices, it’s very possible that Springsteen might have allowed his heart to rule his head. In Landau’s case, the equation is emphatically reversed. Doing business deals with Landau is reportedly like sticking your head in a bucket of piranhas, but there’s no doubt he has played a pivotal role in sustaining Springsteen’s credibility and creativity.

“The main thing about Jon was he was somebody I could trust,” Springsteen reports. “There were a lot of things I hated doing, business things, which I had proven terrible at before I met Jon. I wasn’t even terrible at it, I just couldn’t have cared less. I just wanted to be able to do what I wanted to do. Particularly when I was younger, I was really alienated by that part of it and I felt that any involvement in it was somehow not being true to my original ideals. So when Jon came along that whole thing was taken care of. I had a long period of time when I was pretty estranged from it, probably until well into my thirties, and he kept the boat afloat. He was a writer himself, and he managed because I needed a manager.

“We had a lot of discussions over the years about these issues, and where people went right and where people went wrong, and it was always based around, ‘How do we do the best job this time out with the record?’ It was so simple. He would say ‘Well, you can do this and play a hall this size and it can still be great.’ He was constantly pushing the boundaries out for me a little bit, which I needed to do because I was fearful, I was very self-protective, and not unwisely so because you need to be. You need to protect your work, your music and the identity that you’ve worked hard to present.”

It was this belief that drove Springsteen to go to court in London in 1998 to prevent Masquerade Music from releasing a collection of his old demos and outtakes – “I’m not losing sleep at night over it, but I’m protective of it where I can be,” as he puts it – and it also informs his attitude to seeing his work traded for free across the internet.

“My take on that as a musician is I know what it takes to write a song, and it’s hard and you don’t write that many and you pour your blood and sweat into it. I do think it’s theft, y’know. I do feel like that about it. Where it’s going I don’t know. The music business is in a big state of transition at the moment. I don’t know anyone who does know where it’s going to go. Wherever it goes, I’ll be working somewhere.”

Perhaps some of his inclination to look back and take stock has been prompted by the death of his father, Doug, in 1998. In between stints as a factory worker, prison guard and bus driver, Springsteen Snr frequently found himself out of work. Bitterness and disillusion caused him to clash frequently with the bohemian-inclined Bruce during his adolescence, and Doug’s Irish-Dutch background was probably the worst possible combination when it came to defusing overheated emotions. Their fratious relationship was charted in several songs, notably “Independence Day”, “My Father’s House” and “Adam Raised A Cain”. There was a period during which Springsteen would often talk about his father during his lengthy onstage raps.

Passing time had improved father-son relations considerably, to the point where they were rubbing along pretty well by the end. “I probably went through a few changes when he died,” Springsteen ponders. “It’s a big moment, I think. It’s like ‘OK, you’re the daddy now.’ When your father’s gone, I think your own adultness and your sense of responsibility and the role you play in your family at large increases. But he had a pretty peaceful passing and we knew it was coming for a good while, so I had time to go and spend some time and just sit. Big thing, of course, for my mother. They were married for 50-some years. It changes the way you see yourself.”

Does he see Doug in himself now? “Oh yeah, all the time,” he says slowly. “All the time. It’s funny, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve started to look more like him. I used to look more like my mom, but if I… I’m a little down in weight now, but if I go up another 10 or 15 pounds he’ll be looking right back at me in the mirror. I go ‘There you are!,’ y’know? Your features change. When I was young I looked Irish, when I was a little kid I had the little Irish features, as my children have had, up until around 12 or 13 and then zoom! Your face lengthens out and you see the Italian features. I had that for most of my life, it’s kinda how I got used to looking at myself. Then as you get a little older, for some reason I see a little bit of the Irish creeping back in. Your face gets a little rounder, your forehead gets a little higher and occasionally I’ll look in the mirror and he’ll just be looking back at me.”

Generations keep changing inexorably, and Springsteen can feel gravity’s pull. “Of course, there’s the behaviour you inherit from your parents. Over the years I’ve done a lot to sort through a lot of that. Obviously all your initial responses to things, you respond the way they responded, y’know? Some of those are okay, and some you want to leave behind. My attitude was the way we honour our parents is we hold on to the good things that they taught us and we lost the things that were their mistakes. That’s the way we honour them after they’re gone, and when we become parents ourselves. That’s your life job. That’s what people are supposed to be out there doing in some fashion.”

Apart from making albums and touring, of course. “I’m coming up on being a 53-year-old guy, and the music business tends to be a little hostile at this time,” he says, with a chuckle. “That’s OK, because my take is I believe this is one of my very best records. I feel down in my soul that it’s as good as any record I’ve made with the band. I feel like I did my job, and I don’t know the way that radio responds, and I’m not comfortable with a lot of the ways that music is disseminated at the moment. I’ve got a working band, we’re gonna go out and we’re gonna work very hard playing, and we’re gonna play this record every night. I’ll do my best to help it find a home and a place in the world, and then let the chips fall where they may. So!”

Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 2

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From Uncut's September 2002 issue: In one of the most revealing interviews of his career, Bruce Springsteen talks exclusively to Adam Sweeting about his new album, The Rising, much of which was written in the aftermath of September 11, and which reunites him with the E Street Band for their first st...

From Uncut’s September 2002 issue: In one of the most revealing interviews of his career, Bruce Springsteen talks exclusively to Adam Sweeting about his new album, The Rising, much of which was written in the aftermath of September 11, and which reunites him with the E Street Band for their first studio album since Born In The USA.

Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 1

Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 3

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The Rising opens with the stormy rumble of “Lonesome Day”, which Springsteen conceived as a curtain raiser and scene-setter for what follows. Right away, you can hear what he means about O’Brien’s effect on the band’s sound. Where there could sometimes be an end-of-the-pier quality about the E Streeters in the old days, this time the guitars bite like chainsaws chewing through a stack of pine logs, while the bass and drum bottom end is built like St.Paul’s Cathedral. And no sign of that in-house favourite, the glockenspiel?

“Actually, there is a glockenspiel on the album,” says Springsteen, triumphantly. “Brendan played it on ‘Into The Fire’ and ‘Waitin’ On A Sunny Day.’ He was going, ‘I’m doing a Springsteen record! Damn right I’m gonna play the glockenspiel.'”

For “Lonesome Day”, however, the trusty glock was deemed surplus to requirements. “If you look at the first verse, it feels like it’s a guy who’s talking to his girl,” the author points out. He sings the words quietly, fast-forwarding through them in his mind – “‘Baby once I thought I knew everything I needed to know about you… it’s gonna be okay if I can just get through this lonesome day.’ Then bang, the second verse – ‘Hell’s brewin’ dark sun’s on the rise, this storm’ll blow through by and by,’ so I switched right out of this personal thing to this sort of overall emotional mood and the feelings that were in the air here in the States around that time. But it works, because one thing works with the other and the second verse can actually come in on what was said in the first verse. The secret of the songwriting was to get personal first, then you sort of shade in universal feelings. That’s what balances the songs. All experience is personal so you have to start there, and then if you can connect in what’s happening with everyone, the universality of an experience, then you’re creating that alchemy where your audience is listening to it, they’re hearing what they’re feeling inside and they’re also feeling ‘I’m not alone,’ you know? And that’s what you’re trying to do.”

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Despite the turbulent context in which most of the songs were written, it’s only intermittently that Springsteen allows specific references to come looming out of the fog of battle. “You’re Missing” is a forlorn itemisation of loss, measured out in mundane household details (‘Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair/Papers on the doorstep, but you’re not there”), while “Into The Fire” sounds as though Springsteen might have had the New York Fire Department in mind when he wrote it (“I need your kiss, but love and duty called you someplace higher/Somewhere up the stairs, into the fire”). “Further On (Up The Road)” and “The Fuse” are both steeped in dread and a sense of gathering threat, though there’s no attempt to locate them in a particular time or place. “Got my dead man’s suit, and my smilin’ skull ring/My lucky graveyard boots, and a song to sing,” runs the second verse of “Further On,” evoking an image of The Boss as a kind of spectral balladeer stalking the margins of consciousness. In “The Fuse,” as an ominous drumbeat tolls out the time, the singer restlessly shuffles images of death, religion and sex.

Binding many of the songs together, over and above any details of their subject matter, is a powerful sense of religious faith, with religious imagery cropping up in any number of them. “Paradise” deals with a life-after-death experience, and Allah even gets a name-check in “Worlds Apart”. “The Rising” itself, probably the most unabashed lump-in-the-throat rock anthem he’s written since “Born In The USA”, amounts to Springsteen’s own Easter hymn with its repetition of the phrase “a dream of life” and its closing invocation – “Come on up for the rising/Come on up, lay your hands in mine… Come on up for the rising tonight.” I found an Italian translation of the lyrics on the Internet, and the Italians call it “la Resurrezione”. Then there’s “My City Of Ruins,” not so much a song as a prayer – “I pray for your love, Lord, with these hands…”

“I’ve had ‘My City Of Ruins’ for a couple of years almost,” Springsteen explains. “I was going to play it in Asbury Park for a Christmas show. Asbury, of course, has been struggling for a very long time, and the town’s now on the verge of being redeveloped, so there was a moment when there was a lot of hope and excitement about it. It’s a beautiful city, its basic design is really quite lovely, so there was an excitement about it. I was playing in Convention Hall in Asbury or doing something for some different organisations in the town, so that was when I wrote it. Then when I played it on the 9/11 telethon people made a connection with that event, but it was written quite a bit before. It felt appropriate to sing it that night, but it was written quite a bit previously.

“It’s a gospel song. It’s like a lot of my things, like ‘The Promised Land’, or I had a song on the live album called ‘Land Of Hope And Dreams’… they’re all fundamentally gospel-rooted, or blues and gospel-rooted. It seemed like that element was going to be a significant element of the record in some fashion. I didn’t sit down and set out to write this or that but just as it unfolded, as I say, the story you’re telling asks for certain things, and it asks for help in discerning meaning from chaotic or cataclysmic events. I think people are asking themselves, ‘Where do I fit into this? What happened? Where did my husband go? Where did my wife go? What’s that about? What can I do about it? What do I do now? Where are they?’ I think all those questions, if you go through any sort of real shattering loss, become a constant part of your life.

“I’m sure, for the rest of your life, those are questions that you’re answering every day, and that never completely goes away. So the songwriters and the storytellers in general are people who attempt to assist people in contextualising some of that experience. And not explaining, really, because I don’t know of an explanation, but sorting through things emotionally and locating ties that people have that continue to bind even in the face of the events of that day. I think I went in search of those things on many of the songs.”

I wondered what it had been like in the Springsteen household on that Tuesday, as the news unfolded. “I’m sure it was the same every place, everybody tells the same story to some degree. Sitting around the television. We’re about five minutes from a bridge that you cross over where these two rivers meet, and there’s a bridge where the Twin Towers stand right in the centre of it, and it’s only 10 or 15 miles by water from here so it’s quite close. The whole horizon line goes red and hazy if the wind’s blowing in this direction and the towers are always there, and on that particular day they were gone, y’know? I think what was unusual about living here at the time was… I think it was 150 people from Monmouth County [where he lives] or a little more who died. People knew people. In the surrounding communities there were quite a few people affected. You knew this woman and her husband, someone else’s son, someone else’s brother.

“In the following weeks if you were driving towards the beach or something, if you drove by the Catholic church there was a funeral every day. Then people got together and there were some shows done and benefits and candlelight vigils and a wide variety of ways that people were trying to sort through what happened. I don’t know what it was like in the middle of the country or on the West Coast, but here it was very real.”

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If ever there was a rock star who embodied the values of community, dependability and a continuing dialogue with his audience, it’s Springsteen, so he and the band were happy to get stuck into some morale-boosting projects.

“Yeah, we did shows in Asbury and in Redbank (sic) near here, and a couple of places in the area. Garry Tallent [E Street bassist] put on a two-night show, it was fun – I played, Joan Jett, DJ Fontana came up with Sonny Burgess from Memphis and it was just a wide variety of people who came up and played and chipped in. It was a very interesting show. Then the last couple of years we’ve done Christmas concerts in Asbury where I front Max Weinberg’s band [E Street drummer] and a lot of the E Street guys show up, and we get the horn section from Southside Johnny and some singers and we have a big 30-piece band onstage and we throw a big Christmas party basically. This year that was a part of it. Garland Jeffreys played, Elvis Costello came and sang a song, Bruce Hornsby – it was a lot of fun. I met many of the survivors and the wives, they’d come out and wanted to dance and have fun. They’d say, ‘Thanks, we had a great time.'”

This instinct to band together and try to find something to be hopeful about was another dimension Springsteen wanted to build into the new album. Despite the sombre nature of much of the subject matter, he has managed to smuggle in a couple of tracks that are as poppy and commercial as anything he’s ever written. “Waitin’ On A Sunny Day” is an easy-going stroll back to the classic pop Springsteen soaked up in his youth, with “a little Phil Spector and a little Rockpile” in the mix. “Let’s Be Friends” he describes as “a combination of Sly Stone and Virginia beach music. Yeah, that’s a nice groove, it’s like a kids’ singalong. What really makes it work is the Alliance Choir who are singing on it along with Patti [Scialfa, aka Mrs Springsteen] and Soozie Tyrell. When the chorus hits, it’s just a very classic sound.”

Talking about music, he stresses, isn’t the same as hearing it. “I think listening to me sort of propound my ideas of what went into the songs is not the same, may I mention, as the listening experience!” he argues, amid laughter. “The band is playing hard, loud and with intensity, and the music itself is very bright for the most part. For the first time I made a record with the E Street Band in 18 years I wanted a record that was gonna be fun for people to listen to, and exciting, that people used the way people use rock records, which is either to clean your house to or to change your life if you want to, y’know? That was an essential element. Without that, the lyrics as they stand would not work. They work because they’re embedded in music that is very life-affirming. That balance has been something I think I’ve struck in all my best songs, like my verses are always the blues and my choruses are gospel. You go to ‘The Promised Land’ or ‘Badlands’, they’re based on the idea that your feet are grounded in the everyday, in the real world, but your spirit is reaching high.”

The idea was the album wouldn’t duck “all the hard questions”, but it needed to stir listeners physically, too. “That’s something the band and I do well and that had to be a part of it,” he reasons. “The record needed to be filled with a certain sort of hopeful energy but the hope had to be earned, y’know? It couldn’t just be platitudes or ‘Everything’s gonna be all right’ or ‘Things are gonna be better’. So if you look at a song like ‘Mary’s Place’ – ‘we’re gonna have a party.’ Then you go back to the verses and see all the other stuff is in the verses, somebody trying to sort through what happened, and ‘What’s my place and where do I go tonight and how do I deal with this minute by minute and day by day?'”

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“Mary’s Place” is where the bar-band spirit of the E Street squad emerges most vividly on the album, but it acknowledges that decades have passed since the rowdier, less self-examining days of “Where The Bands Are” or “Out In The Street”. It sounds like a celebration, but it isn’t very far away from being a wake, either.

“I think that’s what you saw at the time, people were making that effort to celebrate and it was helpful,” says Springsteen. “The idea of the song was to capture that thing. I wanted it to really feel like home. It’s a throwback to ‘Rosalita’ almost, and I wanted the band to feel the way people remembered that it felt at a certain time and I was singing a certain way. It comes up about three-quarters of the way through the record, right after ‘The Fuse’, which is really sonically different for us, and all of a sudden people would feel like, hey, that’s your own pals putting their arms around you and you’ve got a place to go and somebody to talk to and be with. That’s kind of what our band has been for people and what we’ve wanted to be for people over the years. The song comes up at a particular place on the record, it’s that open-arms-of-home feeling.”

Forensically minded listeners may find it interesting to consider the piece as another of Springsteen’s “Mary” songs. Since “Mary Queen Of Arkansas” on his debut album, Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J., Marys – or is it just Mary? – have cropped up consistently down the years. In “Thunder Road”, it’s Mary who “dances across the porch as the radio plays”, while the narrator “got Mary pregnant” in “The River.” She’s back again in “Straight Time” from The Ghost Of Tom Joad – “Mary’s smiling but she’s watching me out of the corner of her eye.” Time for a doctoral thesis on “The Name Mary In The Works Of Bruce Springsteen”, perhaps?

So who is she this time, Bruce? Mary from “Thunder Road”? The Virgin Mary?

“Yeah, I’ve used that name a lot of times,” he grins. “I’m sure it’s the Catholic coming out in me, y’know? That was always the most beautiful name. I used it in ‘Thunder Road’, I used it on Tom Joad, and what happens is if you kind of set up a continuing… it’s not necessarily the same person, and there’s a little continuum that occurs for the people who are watching or listening. The name drifts through your body of work and leaves a trail of its own about where you’ve been and where you’re going. It comes up in ‘Mary’s Place’ and really, you’re right, it’s like, ‘Well, where’s the party actually being held?’ It could be here or there, and who is actually saying meet me at Mary’s place? That was part of it, too. Whose voice is that?

“It comes up again at the end of ‘The Rising’, ‘I see you Mary in the garden of a thousand sighs.’ Once again, that’s like someone’s wife, or it could be a religious vision. I think that the songs call for a blurring of those ideas. They had to meld in a certain way, the religious with the everyday, because that’s one of the only emotional responses to that experience, I think. So it floats through the record in a lot of ways.”

These are daunting issues to address on a rock album, and Springsteen set himself his sternest examination on the title track. Above the roaring blowtorch blast of the new O’Brien-ised E Street Band sound, they lyrics are part mantra, part prayer, part mystical contemplation and part horrified onlooker.

“I think it’s a natural image of sacrifice,” he reflects. “Once again moving towards religious imagery to explain some of the day’s experiences. It’s unavoidable to some degree because of the nature and the type of sacrifice that occurred. I got down towards the end of the record and I think I was searching for the voice of someone who died, and I wanted to have a voice that addresses the living. So I just sort of imagined the main character basically… I dunno, speaking to his wife. Who would you want to speak to? Your wife, and you’d think of your children. And then just those left at large, I think. The different verses move slowly towards that kind of crossing-over point. ‘The Rising’ – that was it, that was the moment when the souls rise.”

His voice has been growing steadily quieter as he takes the measure of his subject. The weight of it is starting to bear down on the entire room, even on this pristine summer afternoon. He pauses to drink some water. Sometimes he’ll rephrase his sentences two or three times, as he searches for the exact nuance of meaning.

“In the beginning, the first verse is kind of disorientation and ‘Where am I?’ It starts, ‘Can’t see nothing in front of me, can’t see nothing coming up behind… All I can feel is the chain that binds me’ – the links with whatever you might wanna call it – duty, love, comradeship, the fear – that keep people going. The song moves on. The second verse is just where the person came from, ‘Left the house this morning… wearin’ the cross of my calling.’ Well, that’s just ‘this is your job,’ y’know? It’s the same one you’ve worn every day and today these are its responsibilities and this is what it’s asking. The bridge of the song is a moment when I think the singer realises that his mortality is at hand, and then in the last verse I imagine him speaking to his wife or a religious vision of some sort, ‘See Mary in the garden…’ It seemed to me that’s one of the things you’d be thinking about, and the desire for a return to a physical intimacy – ‘Feel your arms around me’ – the physical self. The fear of losing that physical self. ‘May I feel your blood mix with mine,’ the desire to sustain the physical intimacy.

“Then, ‘A dream of life comes to me like a catfish dancin’ on the end of my line.’ That was a funny line – the catfish line popped out of my head, ‘cos I fish out here once in a while and there’s that moment when bing!, y’know, you’re suspended between life and death, incredible life and a moment of death, and really I think the rest of the song turns into this mantra, ‘Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love.’ It’s sort of the yin-yang of just what is. ‘Sky of mercy, sky of fear, sky of memory, sky of emptiness, sky of fullness.’ I think it’s the awareness of what is about to be lost. ‘A dream of life, dream of life, dream of life’ – repeat that over and over again. Just the magnitude of what you’re leaving behind, what you’re giving up, and a last chance to speak to people that matter to you. So that came up towards the end of the record. It was kind of a curtain on the whole thing. I think a lot of the other songs were moving towards that direction.”

The bearded, frizzy-haired Springsteen who would hang around Madam Marie the fortune-teller’s on the Asbury Park boardwalk probably never dreamt he’d end up writing his own version of the St Matthew Passion, but the roots of his new songs can be clearly discerned in his past songwriting. His willingness to engage with the spiritual and the metaphysical will probably be what strikes listeners most forcefully about The Rising, but it isn’t a development which has sprung unexpectedly out of nowhere.

Ten years ago, the Lucky Town album concluded with “Souls Of The Departed” and “My Beautiful Reward,” two songs distinctly preoccupied with the afterlife. “Well this is a prayer for the souls of the departed/Those who’ve gone and left their babies brokenhearted,” he sang in the former. The nuns who taught the young Bruce Frederick Springsteen at the St Rose Of Lima School in Freehold might consider they did a pretty good job of instilling Holy dread and the mysteries of Catholic ritual into the boy.

You can also trace a clear line between “My Beautiful Reward” and the new song, “Paradise.” “Yeah, they share some of the same issues. That transition point between life and death. When I wrote ‘Paradise’, I was looking for something kind of really quiet, and I think it was the week there’d been the teenage girl suicide bombers. It was devastating, and so the first verse came out of thinking about that, the loss of life and the false paradise. Then I’d met a woman who had lost her husband at the Pentagon, and she came to Asbury one night, and they were just long time fans I guess. I think I was thinking of that woman when I wrote the song, which is why it switches from Virginia because I wanted something that was outside the United States, the larger feeling of the effect of what’s going on in the world outside the States. Again I thought, ‘What do you miss?’ You miss the physicalness and the ability to touch somebody.

“I’ve had people close to me who died. I remember when I was young, that aching to touch the person again was very, very strong and it was very painful to realise that it just couldn’t happen. And the last verse is a survivor’s verse, where I think your desire to join the people you’ve lost is very strong. You have the situation where the person goes to that river, it’s the river of transition between life and death and they wade into it and they take themselves underneath.

“Somewhere in that nether world they see the person and it kinda comes up with that last line – they’re searching for the peacefulness that people feel comes with death and passing on, or with an imagined version of paradise that you’ll attain, and they get close enough and they just see emptiness. There’s a lot of different ways people could interpret it. I always felt it was, ‘Hey, life is here. It’s all you have and it’s here and now.’

“In the last couple of lines the person swims to the surface and feels the sun. That was my last song of the record.”

Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 1

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From Uncut's September 2002 issue: In one of the most revealing interviews of his career, Bruce Springsteen talks exclusively to Adam Sweeting about his new album, The Rising, much of which was written in the aftermath of September 11, and which reunites him with the E Street Band for their first st...

From Uncut’s September 2002 issue: In one of the most revealing interviews of his career, Bruce Springsteen talks exclusively to Adam Sweeting about his new album, The Rising, much of which was written in the aftermath of September 11, and which reunites him with the E Street Band for their first studio album since Born In The USA.

Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 2

Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 3

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If all you’ve ever seen of New Jersey is Newark Airport or the bits they show you in the opening sequence of The Sopranos, you will have assumed it’s a grimy jungle of factories, warehouses and shopping malls interspersed with toxic waste dumps. It’s the kind of place where they’ve given up trying to count the number of corpses stirred into the concrete buttresses holding up the freeways. But keep driving for a couple of hours away from Manhattan and, eventually, you discover why cars in Jersey have “The Garden State” stamped on their number plates. Once the dismal miles of urban blight have receded into the rear-view mirror, it’s startling to find the landscape opening out into undulating acres of woodland and lush green grassland, with the occasional picturesque lake thrown in for good measure.

Whatever mythology may surround New Jersey, Bruce Springsteen has been a substantial contributor. He was born in Freehold, NJ on September 23, 1949, a few miles inland from the seaside resort of Asbury Park which would become the laboratory for his songwriting and the birthplace of the E Street Band. One of his earliest songs was titled “Garden State Parkway Blues.” The last song on his new album is called “My City Of Ruins,” and you’d imagine it was about New York in the aftermath of September 11. In fact, he wrote it a couple of years ago about Asbury Park, a bedraggled and down-at-heel town living in hope of investment and redevelopment. Asbury Park now has a street dubbed Boss Boulevard, and the New Jersey legislature was grateful enough to one of its best-known sons to anoint “Born To Run” as the state’s official rock anthem.

In the early ’90s, Springsteen and his family – which now comprises wife Patti, two sons and a daughter – shuttled between homes in Jersey and California, where Springsteen’s parents had gone to live in the late ’60s, but lately they’ve shifted their centre of gravity back east. Most of the time, home is a farm in Colts Neck, nestling in the midst of gymkhana country in rural Jersey but not far from either Asbury Park or Freehold. As he once put it, “Where you come from is like your family and your best friend.” Most of the farm’s acres of pasture are screened from the main road by trees and hedges, though locals can sometimes catch a glimpse of Mr and Mrs Springsteen out horse-riding.

As we turn in through the gate and scrunch up the gravel driveway towards the house, Springsteen saunters out across the front lawn to say hi. In a loose-fitting shirt, jeans and motorcycle boots, he looks more like the guy who’s come to grease the gearbox on the tractor than the neighbourhood rock’n’roll superhero. The sun is searing down under a perfect blue sky, so he leads the way indoors where the climate is controlled and the fridge is packed with cold drinks.

“My friend, you are experiencing a classic Jersey summer’s day,” he announces with proprietorial bonhomie.

We settle back in a couple of chairs in the living room, with mineral water and an ice bucket on the table. The room is cool and comfortable, furnished in down-home Jersey Rustic rather than designer minimalism or arthouse chic.

“This area has been quite a sanctuary for me over the years,” Springsteen reflects. “I’d say we have as relatively normal a life as possible under the circumstances – where everybody knows your music and knows who you are – but you can go to the carnival, you can go to the circus and nobody really bothers you. You can go to the boardwalk on a jammed Saturday night where there’s a thousand people there and it’s fine. People will look and say ‘Hello, how you doing?,’ it’s all just… it’s all very do-able without much hassle, y’know?”

The upstanding citizen, he’s happy to be on call for collecting the local kids from school and ferrying them home or to sports meetings. He plays coach to his eldest son Evan’s baseball team. Sometimes on Halloween, he and Patti invite the Boy and Girl Scouts around to their house. “It’s just regular stuff, y’know,” he shrugs. “It’s nothing unusual.”

Even when his fame reached hysterical dimensions during the Born In The USA period in the mid-’80s, Springsteen always tried to keep at least one boot planted on the ground. In Los Angeles at the shrieking zenith of Bossmania, he once amazed Tom Petty by strolling down to Tower Records on Sunset Boulevard to load up with a few new waxings. He even paid for them himself.

“I think you have to make a point of behaving like a human being,” ponders the mature tunesmith. “I understand people who feel very uncomfortable at a certain point with the amount of notoriety and attention. On one hand, obviously, you go out and you ask for it, you shake your butt in front of 20,000 people and part of the artist thing is that artists are narcissistic and self-involved and ego-driven and bottomless to some degree in their needs and what they want. That comes with the turf, I believe.”

This prompts one of many outbursts of wheezy laughter. When Springsteen’s funny bone gets tickled, he can sound incongruously like Dick Dastardly’s dog, Muttley.

“So the question is, ‘OK, that’s me, but how do I manage those things? Do I manage them well?’ In the end it’s the measure of your ability to deal with the whole thing. I’ve met people who are nervous about going out for one reason or another, but what we did was always kind of ‘Hail brother!,’ You know? I think it transferred over to some of the people who listen to us and so they give you a reasonable amount of space. There’s really nothing to it. You may have to insist on it slightly – ‘I’m gonna do this no matter what’ – but particularly in the past decade or so, when I’ve been less in the limelight, it’s just very easy and very manageable.”

Naturally, there’s a little sleight of hand involved. There’s a discreet security cordon around the Springsteens, and nobody gets close to the house without submitting to a brisk once-over from the guards. The estate is also protected by any number of unseen electronic safeguards. After recent events in America, precautions are mandatory.

Does he worry about kidnapping or terrorism?

“Well, it’s one of those things. A little girl was kidnapped near here not long ago. It was some people who’d moved down from the city and she was on the lawn and luckily they got her back, and it had been done by somebody who was very… misguided, y’know? But it comes with the job a little bit. There’s a certain level of security conciousness, and I do take extra precautions that a normal guy doesn’t when it comes to my family and that sort of thing.”

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The reason Springsteen has allowed Uncut to cross his perimeter is to put the word out about his new album, The Rising. While it would be an over-simplification to say the disc is exclusively ‘about’ the events of September 11, what happened that day and the aftershocks that continue to ripple out from it delivered a powerful jolt to Springsteen’s creative processes. Among the album’s themes you can pick out loss, faith, incomprehension, fear and hope, and even some all-join-hands celebration. As much as anything, the songs reflect the effort involved in trying to adjust to a world where the things you thought were stable and unchanging might suddenly split open to reveal a howling void beneath.

“To me, it feels as rocky as any time since the Cuban missile crisis,” Springsteen reckons. “I don’t know if we’ve lived in as volatile a moment since that time, a moment where it feels like there’s a lot of forces loose in the world that could go either way. There’s a tremendous need right now for good leadership and I’m not sure that I see it out there, so it’s a very, very volatile moment in world history without a doubt.

“I’m certainly concerned, and I know my kids are frightened. They go ‘The terrorists! The terrorists!’ They take it in, and it’s become as much a part of their childhood language as the atom bomb was for us in the ’50s, and diving under the school desk, y’know? My son’s always saying, ‘What if there’s a terrorist at the movies?’ I’d have to go back there to remember a particular time in recent history when it’s felt like this.”

The perilous and lopsided state of the planet had a galvanising effect on his working methods. The man who once ground his way through 5000 interminable studio hours while dragging Born In The USA to completion, and who recorded 60 songs en route to whittling down to the final 20 which made it onto 1980’s The River, found himself galloping ahead at breakneck speed.

“With the exception of two or three songs that I had already, the body of the record was probably written between September and… we finished up in May – about five or six months,” he recalls. “The songwriting itself was not time-consuming. The songs formed themselves pretty quickly and I had a process where I’d demo them pretty fast because I have a studio set up – a room like this, a living room – and it enabled me to see if it was a good song. That really helped me weed through a lot of different ideas I had. But the songs were written quickly.”

For Boss-o-philes, the big news is that The Rising is the first studio album he has made with the E Street Band since Born In The USA in 1984, although combinations of E Streeters appeared on 1987’s Tunnel Of Love. Aside from a couple of isolated episodes, band and Boss didn’t perform together between the end of 1988 and spring 1999, with the reunion preserved on last year’s Live In New York City. After such a protracted separation, Springsteen knew they had to take at least one step up from where they’d left off. Where the live album, The Ghost Of Tom Joad (1995) and 1998’s archive-trawl Tracks were all credited to the co-production duo of Springsteen and long-serving studio sidekick Chuck Plotkin, this time he felt the need for fresh thinking and some different hands on the tiller.

Enter Brendan O’Brien, whose production and mixing skills have made him studio guru du jour for a swarm of cutting-edge hard rock bands, from Pearl Jam and Soundgarden to Korn, Limp Bizkit, Rage Against The Machine and Stone Temple Pilots. Not to mention the more lived-in likes of Bob Dylan, Aerosmith and Mick Jagger.

“I’d heard Brendan’s records in the mid-’90s,” says Springsteen, “and they were just powerful rock records, y’know, like Pearl Jam. I just thought they sounded really good. I’d probably been thinking about working with somebody else for five or so years. After the tour, I’d recorded with the E Street Band for a couple of weekends in the studio. Everybody sounded great, but it wasn’t quite what I felt was gonna be called for if I was gonna make a record with the band again. I felt it had to live up to the history of work we’d done, and I knew I didn’t know how to do that.”

Bruce kicked it around with his manager and sometime co-producer Jon Landau, who also felt he wasn’t sufficiently well-versed in current studio techniques to climb back into the producer’s chair.

“We just got to a place where my abilities as a producer had reached their limits,” Springsteen admits. “I was not in the studio regularly enough or recording enough different kinds of music. The sound of things changes every eight to 10 years, just the sound of records on the radio – the way the drums sound, the way the voice is treated – and those were the things I didn’t know a lot about. I said I can’t do justice to the band at this point by producing this thing myself or with Jon, so we said let’s meet some other people. We knew we’d do a fine job on our own if we had to, but let’s meet some other people and see what their ideas are.”

A meeting was duly set up with O’Brien, and Springsteen dug out some demos of a couple of unrecorded songs, including “Nothing Man” and “Further On (Up The Road),” which would both eventually find their way onto The Rising. Both had been written prior to the unwelcome arrival of Al Qaeda over lower Manhattan. O’Brien listened, liked what he heard, and began to form a mental picture of what a Springsteen/E Street album ought to sound like in 2002.

“Really, it just came down to, ‘We’d like to record some good songs if we can and we’d like it to be exciting’,” says Springsteen, “and basically he said ‘Yeah.’ He said, ‘I have a studio down south and I like to work there, but I can work anywhere,’ so I said, ‘Let’s work where you work and where you’re comfortable.’ We made a date. He came back one other time and I’d demo’d ‘Into The Fire,’ I had a funky little demo of it at the time, and I had ‘You’re Missing,’ and together we demo’d that and we worked together. It was something I hadn’t done in a long time, to really collaborate over the structure and creation of one of my songs – I was used to doing all that myself. So we’d say, ‘Oh, how about this in the bridge? How about this chord? How about we move this here? How about we wait this long?’ Brendan is a musician himself, he’s very musical and he had a lot of good ideas, so we went down south to Georgia and went into the studio.”

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Before you could say “Rosalita”, the sparks started flying on E Street. “We played ‘Into The Fire’ two or three times. We came out, sat down, and in about 20 seconds I realised this was my guy, y’know? The band sounded like the band, but not like I’d heard them before, and that was what I was looking for. I wanted it to be like ‘this is the way we sound right now’, something that my audience who have been following me for years will recognise and it will also be new for them. That was it, it was what I was looking for. I said, ‘Well, as long as I can write some songs’… and I had two good ones there. I’d also written a couple of good ones on the last tour, ‘American Skin’ and ‘Land Of Hope And Dreams’, so I said, ‘Well, y’know, I think I can find my rock voice.’ For a while I wasn’t sure if I could find that voice again, because I knew I didn’t want it to be the voice from Born In The USA, which was really the last time I sang that way.”

As the sessions developed and they began to feel at home in Southern Tracks Recording in Atlanta, Springsteen found he didn’t really need to worry. The songs he was writing arrived carrying their own sets of instructions about how they wanted to be performed and arranged. In the weird atmosphere of trauma and disorientation in the post-September 11 fallout, he found himself acting virtually as a receiver of messages flashing in from his own sub-conscious or from out of the disturbances in the collective ether.

“I think the second or third week in September I’d written ‘Into The Fire’ for a telethon [America: A Tribute To Heroes] they had here in the States after 9/11, and I was gonna sing it on the telethon, but instead I sang a song I already had called ‘My City Of Ruins.’ Then I wrote ‘You’re Missing’, then after that I woke up one night and I had this song, ‘The Fuse,’ and so all of a sudden you have elements of the story you’re compelled to tell at a certain moment. That you’re kind of asked to tell. Then you look at it and listen to it and it begins to say, y’know, there’s just a wide variety of emotional elements to make it thoughtful and complete, and the songs kind of present themselves as such and in that fashion.

“It’s not necessarily linear and it’s not necessarily directly literal – in fact, hopefully it’s not really literal. That was something I was trying not to do. I wanted to feel emotionally in that context but not directly literal, though on some songs I was gonna be more literal than on others. Those songs kind of anchored the theme of the record, so when you get to the other ones you start to look into it and check the verses and realise it’s a piece of the whole thing. That was pretty much how it developed, very instinctively. It wasn’t over thought-out.”

In other words, it was the polar opposite of the songs on The Ghost Of Tom Joad, which were long, evolving narratives painstakingly assembled from fine detail and closely-observed characterisation. The only one of the new songs vaguely in that vein is “Nothing Man”, apparently a vignette of a small-town character who becomes a local hero after some unspecified act of heroism.

“Right, and that I wrote in 1994,” Springsteen nods. “This album is the opposite end of the lyrical spectrum. There’s detail, but it was a different type of writing than I’ve done in a while. It was just sort of pop songwriting or rock songwriting, y’know? I was trying to find a way to tell the story in that context. One of the things I learnt on some of my earlier records where I tried to record the band… for instance, on Nebraska, immediately the band played those songs they overruled the lyrics. It didn’t work. Those two forms didn’t fit. The band comes in and generally makes noise, and the lyrics wanted silence, y’know? They make arrangement, and the lyrics wanted less arrangement. The lyrics wanted to be at the centre and there was a minimal amount of music. The music was very necessary but it wanted to be minimal, and so with The Rising I was trying to make an exciting record with the E Street Band which I hadn’t done in a long time, so that form was kind of driving me.”

With O’Brien a reassuring presence in the control booth, Springsteen felt able to focus on writing and performing. “Brendan had a particular, distinct aesthetic point of view where he said, ‘Yeah. I think this is working on this, but this makes it sound like that,’ y’know? So this was a situation where I trusted his viewpoint very intensely, and I had a lot of faith in where he thought the thing was going to go soundwise.

“The guitars were brought way up front, the keyboards were put in a different spot, things sounded a little different. We used a variety of different tape loops, and we had a lot of different found sounds going on – everything to sort of not go to the normal thing that we’d done in the past. The essential thing was to get the band to feel sonically fresh. He knew exactly what to do there, so I got to kind of sit back and do the singing and the playing and the songwriting.”

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Although on occasions Springsteen has seen his music being claimed by politicians from either end of the spectrum – Ronald Reagan and his Democratic rival Walter Mondale both tried to steal some of his Born In The USA thunder in 1964 – his focus has remained resolutely on the personal and the particular. On that occasion Springsteen was careful to distance himself and his work from both candidates. Eighteen years later, he feels no more inclined to take political sides, and earlier this year he rebuffed efforts by an activist group called Independence For New Jersey to put his name forward as a candidate for the US Senate. He quoted General William Tecomseh Sherman, who refused to seek the presidency in 1884. “If nominated, I will not run,” declared The Boss, tongue presumably in cheek. “If elected, I will not serve.”

Hence, his new songs deal with individual emotions and spiritual concerns rather than American foreign policy or the disastrous incompetence of the FBI. Besides, he’s well aware that nothing will go out of date more quickly than an album picking over the debris of yesterday’s news. However, he has made an explicit gesture of looking beyond the US with “Worlds Apart”, a song with a pungent Eastern flavour thanks to a guest appearance by the Pakistani qawwali musician Asif Ali Khan and his band. Under Chuck Plotkin’s supervision, they recorded their contribution in a Los Angeles studio hooked up to the sessions in Georgia via an ISDN link.

“I came up with ‘Worlds Apart’ and I started to fool with some mid-Eastern scales in some of the background parts,” Springsteen explains. “Asif Ali Khan happened to have a record coming on Def Jam, and they happened to be in L.A. Via the ISDN line we were able to have a session across country, and they sang and played beautifully. It was very exciting to hear that sound in the middle of a rock song. I was trying to look outside the United States and move the boundaries of the record in some fashion. I think the song started when I saw a picture of the women in Afghanistan with the veils off a few days after they’d routed the Taliban out of Kabul, and their faces were so beautiful.”

Doesn’t he fear that hawkish commentators might accuse him of giving comfort to the enemy?

“Anybody can say anything,” he says with a what-the-hell gesture. “I don’t know, nothing surprises me at this point. People interpret things all different kinds of ways – it was just great Pakistani musicians and they sang beautifully. Who knows? Like you say, people come at things six ways from Sunday, but I think if someone listens to it, it just worked really well musically and they were great people and great musicians.”

Jack White’s Third Man Records to release live albums from The Shins and The Kills

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Jack White's label Third Man Records will release live recordings from The Kills, The Shins and Seasick Steve this month. The albums will be released on June 25 and were recorded at the Nashville label's Blue Room, which enables artists to record live using the studio's direct-to-acetate recordin...

Jack White‘s label Third Man Records will release live recordings from The Kills, The Shins and Seasick Steve this month.

The albums will be released on June 25 and were recorded at the Nashville label’s Blue Room, which enables artists to record live using the studio’s direct-to-acetate recording process. A statement from the label says that this is the only place in the world where artists can record direct to acetate.

A note on the label’s website reads: “We believe that this new/old method of recording is as honest as it gets, bringing listeners as close to the experience of the performance as possible (of course, that is until our team of talented engineers and tinkerers manage to gather all the necessary parts to get our time machine and teletransporter back up and running.)”

Earlier this year (May 21), the label announced that it had joined forces with the legendary Sun Records label for a series of releases. Third Man is reissuing a number of songs from Sun’s iconic back catalogue on 7-inch black vinyl, including Johnny Cash’s 1956 single ‘Get Rhythm’, which was originally backed with ‘I Walk The Line’.

BBC to broadcast an hour of The Rolling Stones’ Glastonbury set

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The BBC are set to broadcast an hour of The Rolling Stones' Saturday night headline set at next weekend's Glastonbury Festival. It was previously thought that the festival's official TV media partner would only be showing four songs from the show, but the festival's founder Michael Eavis has now revealed that a full hour of the band's performance will be broadcast. Eavis told BBC News: "It's taken a long time to get them to come and play. Everyone wants to see the Stones, basically. I think Mick Jagger wanted to play to the people here, rather than a TV show. They're going to be playing for about an hour for the TV." The end of the band's set - which will run for a total of two hours and 15 minutes, from 9:30pm to 11:45pm on June 29 – will be seen by festival attendees only, and will include a fireworks display. Eavis also said that the Pyramid Stage area has been extended to make sure the site doesn't become overcrowded during their performance, though he added he is still concerned about how popular the set will be, saying: "There might be a problem with the size of the crowd so it's slightly worrying for me, in a way." This year's Glastonbury festival is to be live streamed for the first time with viewers able to watch different stages as they happen. The BBC will use the latest digital technology to allow viewers to choose from simultaneous live streams from all the major stages and has announced that over 250 hours of footage will be broadcast across the weekend.

The BBC are set to broadcast an hour of The Rolling Stones‘ Saturday night headline set at next weekend’s Glastonbury Festival.

It was previously thought that the festival’s official TV media partner would only be showing four songs from the show, but the festival’s founder Michael Eavis has now revealed that a full hour of the band’s performance will be broadcast.

Eavis told BBC News: “It’s taken a long time to get them to come and play. Everyone wants to see the Stones, basically. I think Mick Jagger wanted to play to the people here, rather than a TV show. They’re going to be playing for about an hour for the TV.”

The end of the band’s set – which will run for a total of two hours and 15 minutes, from 9:30pm to 11:45pm on June 29 – will be seen by festival attendees only, and will include a fireworks display. Eavis also said that the Pyramid Stage area has been extended to make sure the site doesn’t become overcrowded during their performance, though he added he is still concerned about how popular the set will be, saying: “There might be a problem with the size of the crowd so it’s slightly worrying for me, in a way.”

This year’s Glastonbury festival is to be live streamed for the first time with viewers able to watch different stages as they happen. The BBC will use the latest digital technology to allow viewers to choose from simultaneous live streams from all the major stages and has announced that over 250 hours of footage will be broadcast across the weekend.

Bruce Springsteen performs Born To Run in full as tribute to James Gandolfini

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Bruce Springsteen played his classic 1975 album Born To Run in full yesterday (June 20) as a tribute to the actor James Gandolfini, who passed away yesterday at the age of 51. Springsteen turned his show at Coventry's Ricoh Arena into a tribute to the late actor, who had worked with E Street Band...

Bruce Springsteen played his classic 1975 album Born To Run in full yesterday (June 20) as a tribute to the actor James Gandolfini, who passed away yesterday at the age of 51.

Springsteen turned his show at Coventry’s Ricoh Arena into a tribute to the late actor, who had worked with E Street Band member Steven Van Zandt on The Sopranos.

Hidden Track reports that 12 songs into his set, Springsteen announced that he and his band would be playing the classic album in full and were dedicating its performance to Gandolfini. Over the weekend Springsteen performed his 1978 album Darkness On The Edge Of Town in full at his show at Wembley Stadium.

Of the death of Gandolfini, Steven Van Zandt wrote on Twitter: “I have lost a brother and a best friend. The world has lost one of the greatest actors of all time.” Other musicians including Kings Of Leon, Slash and Justin Timberlake have also paid tribute to Gandolfini, with Nathan Followill of Kings Of Leon tweeting: “RIP James Gandolfini Such sad news.”

Gandolfini played Italian-American mobster Tony Soprano in the acclaimed TV series between 1999 and 2007, winning a Golden Globe and three Emmys for his performances. Responding to news of his death, the show’s creator David Chase said in a statement: “He was a genius. Anyone who saw him even in the smallest of his performances knows that. He is one of the greatest actors of this or any time. A great deal of that genius resided in those sad eyes. I remember telling him many times, ‘You don’t get it. You’re like Mozart.'”

Bruce Springsteen played:

The Ghost Of Tom Joad

Long Walk Home

My Love Will Not Let You Down

Two Hearts

Seeds

Trapped

Long Time Comin’

Wrecking Ball

Death To My Hometown

Hungry Heart

The River

Thunder Road

Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out

Night

Backstreets

Born to Run

She’s The One

Meeting Across The River

Jungleland

Pay Me My Money Down

Shackled And Drawn

Waitin’ On A Sunny Day

Lonesome Day

Badlands

We Are Alive

Born In The U.S.A.

Bobby Jean

Dancing In The Dark

Raise Your Hand

American Land

Reviewed: Iggy & The Stooges, Savages, Body/Head, London South Bank Centre, June 20, 2013

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Age cannot wither him, nor custom stale his finite variety, though he does seem fractionally more concerned about his trousers falling down these days. The ungodly miracle of Iggy Pop, 66 years old, remains one of the most bizarre and compelling spectacles in rock’n’roll; more bizarre and compelling, perhaps, with every year that goes by. Tonight is, more or less, business as usual. He arrives shirtless, drenches his preposterous body with mineral water about four times per song, throws himself around the stage and into the crowd, hams outrageously, and appears largely oblivious of the band playing behind him. That this band is currently helmed by his longtime nemesis, James Williamson, seems mostly irrelevant to him. There is no visible tension, because Pop and Williamson - the latter a technology geek and Sony’s former Vice President of Technology Standards, now enjoying a rather unusual retirement - are operating onstage in such different and private worlds. The band does matter to Iggy, of course, since the evolving Stooges reunion has provided a creative and commercial rebirth these past few years. Scott Asheton is on sick leave (replaced by Toby Dammit, once of the Swans and Pop’s ‘90s band), but Williamson, Steve Mackay and the enthusiastically gurning Mike Watt (a Stooges bassist for roughly seven years longer than any of his predecessors) are a formidable unit, albeit one for whom subtlety remains, in general, a happily alien concept. So, as part of a festival (Yoko Ono’s Meltdown) that has paid special attention to rock’s feminist trailblazers (I catch Savages and Kim Gordon’s new Body/Head project earlier in the evening), we get a 90-minute set that concludes with “Cock In My Pocket”, along with reassuringly Neolithic throbs through the canon: “Raw Power”, “1970”, “Search And Destroy”, a delirious run of “I Wanna Be Your Dog”, “No Fun” and “Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell”. Mackay gets an extended sax solo at the end of a tremendous “Funhouse”, so that the stage can be cleared of the hundreds – literally, hundreds – of audience members who Iggy has invited up to join him (among the fine dancers, free spirits, exhibitionists, phone-wranglers and terrible old punk posers up there, my favourite is a slightly overawed beanpole in a cycling helmet). The businesslike Williamson’s nuances are mostly lost in the torrential racket of it all, though he does get to play lap steel on a stagily reflective “The Departed”, the worst of the new “Ready To Die” songs. “Sex And Money” is probably the best, though, Ron Asheton fan that I am, I still prefer most of “The Weirdness” or, better yet, “Little Electric Chair” from “Skull Ring”. The new songs don’t last long, though, and Williamson’s presence also brings the bonus of “Night Theme”, “Johanna” and, notably, “Beyond The Law” from “Kill City”. One suspects that Iggy will have to rope in Bowie next to advance his meticulous nostalgia programme, and how long the implacable Williamson can tolerate revisiting his youthful indiscretions remains to be seen. Still, fun, while it lasts. As, improbably, is the opening set by Savages. If their recent debut album’s intensity occasionally pushes it close to a sort of unintentionally comic post-punk austerity, live, the drilled theatre of their performance makes a lot more sense. It helps that Ayse Hassan (bass), Gemma Thompson (guitar, inventive) and, especially, Fay Milton (drums) are superb musicians, and that the sometimes over-mannered Jehnny Beth’s stentorian roar is more like that of Patti Smith than that of Siouxsie Sioux. And while some of the slower songs become a little bogged down in portent and FX (Thompson’s playing can recall The Edge, discomfortingly), the best ones – “Shut Up”, “No Face”, “Husbands” – have the sprung attack of early Wire. Best of all is “Hit Me”, revealed as a kind of art-psychobilly, though that may have been a delusion caused by the large bald man chicken dancing in front of the stage. In between Savages and The Stooges’ performances in the Royal Festival Hall, there’s time to catch a few minutes of Kim Gordon and Bill Nace’s Body/Head, tonight augmented by the brilliant improvising drummer, Ikue Mori. As Gordon and Nace trade stunned riffs, ducking and feinting into each other’s technical areas, the whole thing is surprisingly nearer to rock – albeit strung-out noise-rock – than to some hermetically-sealed avant-garde. In one of those weird apparent backflips of influence, they remind me of at least one band – Magik Markers – who have frequently been compared with the Gordon-fronted Sonic Youth. But this is a promising new venture, not least because it foregrounds the excellence and innovation of Gordon’s guitar-playing, generally less fidgety and more slurred, visceral, than that of her old bandmates Moore and Ranaldo. As we leave, the guitars have dropped out for a moment, and Gordon’s words have become briefly decipherable. “It’s 1969 OK,” she’s chanting, “All across the USA.” Some things, as Iggy Pop and his doctors will doubtless tell you, never seem to change… IGGY AND THE STOOGES SETLIST 1. Raw Power 2. Gimme Danger 3. Gun 4. 1970 5. I Got A Right 6. Search And Destroy 7. Fun House 8. Night Theme 9. Beyond The Law 10. Johanna 11. Ready To Die 12. I Wanna Be Your Dog 13. No Fun 14. Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell Encore: 15. Penetration 16. Sex & Money 17. Open Up And Bleed 18. The Departed 19. I Wanna Be Your Dog 20. Louie Louie 21. Cock In My Pocket Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

Age cannot wither him, nor custom stale his finite variety, though he does seem fractionally more concerned about his trousers falling down these days. The ungodly miracle of Iggy Pop, 66 years old, remains one of the most bizarre and compelling spectacles in rock’n’roll; more bizarre and compelling, perhaps, with every year that goes by.

Tonight is, more or less, business as usual. He arrives shirtless, drenches his preposterous body with mineral water about four times per song, throws himself around the stage and into the crowd, hams outrageously, and appears largely oblivious of the band playing behind him. That this band is currently helmed by his longtime nemesis, James Williamson, seems mostly irrelevant to him. There is no visible tension, because Pop and Williamson – the latter a technology geek and Sony’s former Vice President of Technology Standards, now enjoying a rather unusual retirement – are operating onstage in such different and private worlds.

The band does matter to Iggy, of course, since the evolving Stooges reunion has provided a creative and commercial rebirth these past few years. Scott Asheton is on sick leave (replaced by Toby Dammit, once of the Swans and Pop’s ‘90s band), but Williamson, Steve Mackay and the enthusiastically gurning Mike Watt (a Stooges bassist for roughly seven years longer than any of his predecessors) are a formidable unit, albeit one for whom subtlety remains, in general, a happily alien concept.

So, as part of a festival (Yoko Ono’s Meltdown) that has paid special attention to rock’s feminist trailblazers (I catch Savages and Kim Gordon’s new Body/Head project earlier in the evening), we get a 90-minute set that concludes with “Cock In My Pocket”, along with reassuringly Neolithic throbs through the canon: “Raw Power”, “1970”, “Search And Destroy”, a delirious run of “I Wanna Be Your Dog”, “No Fun” and “Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell”. Mackay gets an extended sax solo at the end of a tremendous “Funhouse”, so that the stage can be cleared of the hundreds – literally, hundreds – of audience members who Iggy has invited up to join him (among the fine dancers, free spirits, exhibitionists, phone-wranglers and terrible old punk posers up there, my favourite is a slightly overawed beanpole in a cycling helmet).

The businesslike Williamson’s nuances are mostly lost in the torrential racket of it all, though he does get to play lap steel on a stagily reflective “The Departed”, the worst of the new “Ready To Die” songs. “Sex And Money” is probably the best, though, Ron Asheton fan that I am, I still prefer most of “The Weirdness” or, better yet, “Little Electric Chair” from “Skull Ring”. The new songs don’t last long, though, and Williamson’s presence also brings the bonus of “Night Theme”, “Johanna” and, notably, “Beyond The Law” from “Kill City”.

One suspects that Iggy will have to rope in Bowie next to advance his meticulous nostalgia programme, and how long the implacable Williamson can tolerate revisiting his youthful indiscretions remains to be seen. Still, fun, while it lasts.

As, improbably, is the opening set by Savages. If their recent debut album’s intensity occasionally pushes it close to a sort of unintentionally comic post-punk austerity, live, the drilled theatre of their performance makes a lot more sense. It helps that Ayse Hassan (bass), Gemma Thompson (guitar, inventive) and, especially, Fay Milton (drums) are superb musicians, and that the sometimes over-mannered Jehnny Beth’s stentorian roar is more like that of Patti Smith than that of Siouxsie Sioux.

And while some of the slower songs become a little bogged down in portent and FX (Thompson’s playing can recall The Edge, discomfortingly), the best ones – “Shut Up”, “No Face”, “Husbands” – have the sprung attack of early Wire. Best of all is “Hit Me”, revealed as a kind of art-psychobilly, though that may have been a delusion caused by the large bald man chicken dancing in front of the stage.

In between Savages and The Stooges’ performances in the Royal Festival Hall, there’s time to catch a few minutes of Kim Gordon and Bill Nace’s Body/Head, tonight augmented by the brilliant improvising drummer, Ikue Mori. As Gordon and Nace trade stunned riffs, ducking and feinting into each other’s technical areas, the whole thing is surprisingly nearer to rock – albeit strung-out noise-rock – than to some hermetically-sealed avant-garde.

In one of those weird apparent backflips of influence, they remind me of at least one band – Magik Markers – who have frequently been compared with the Gordon-fronted Sonic Youth. But this is a promising new venture, not least because it foregrounds the excellence and innovation of Gordon’s guitar-playing, generally less fidgety and more slurred, visceral, than that of her old bandmates Moore and Ranaldo.

As we leave, the guitars have dropped out for a moment, and Gordon’s words have become briefly decipherable. “It’s 1969 OK,” she’s chanting, “All across the USA.” Some things, as Iggy Pop and his doctors will doubtless tell you, never seem to change…

IGGY AND THE STOOGES SETLIST

1. Raw Power

2. Gimme Danger

3. Gun

4. 1970

5. I Got A Right

6. Search And Destroy

7. Fun House

8. Night Theme

9. Beyond The Law

10. Johanna

11. Ready To Die

12. I Wanna Be Your Dog

13. No Fun

14. Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell

Encore:

15. Penetration

16. Sex & Money

17. Open Up And Bleed

18. The Departed

19. I Wanna Be Your Dog

20. Louie Louie

21. Cock In My Pocket

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Primal Scream – More Light

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Bobby & co run the gamut from cool to cringe on their 10th LP... Picking holes in Primal Scream is traditionally one of life’s less onerous tasks. There goes Bobby G, hymning revolution while sounding like a man who would struggle to overthrow a parking fine. On top of the de trop sloganeering there’s the borrowed poses, recycled rock clichés, the hipper-than-thou name-dropping. More Light is not short of ammunition for those inclined to mock. Within 90 seconds it’s railing at “21st century slaves” and “television propaganda”. Soon Gillespie is quoting Thatcher and contemplating the threat of “neutron bombs”. Bless. Even when the targets are updated – “crackhouse zombies”, “bankers who steal your own money” – the effect is more insipid than incendiary. The good news is that Primal Scream’s 10th album is sufficiently vibrant, inventive and surprising to ensure the medium comfortably trumps the message. After the pedestrian pop-rock of 2008’s Beautiful Future, More Light marks a return to what Gillespie might conceivably describe as “sonic outlaw mode”. The tightly wound dynamics familiar from XTRMTR and Vanishing Point are much in evidence: “Sideman” and “Hit Void” marry pounding krautrock to free-from instrumental freak-outs channelling The Sonics “Have Love Will Travel”, The Stooges “Funhouse” and John Coltrane. “Turn Each Other Inside Out” is the Velvet Underground’s “What Goes On” and “Murder Mystery” meeting the poetry of David Meltzer. “Culturecide” arrives with an escort of sirens and squelchy jazz-funk dynamics, The Pop Group’s Mark Stewart riding shotgun, wailing like a West Country Lydon. It’s both deeply silly and slightly thrilling. This is Primal Scream at their most dense and dark, but in fact the best bits of More Light live up to its title: full of air and space and possibility. The bursts of sunlit saxophone that punctuate the album, nodding to the blissed-out pastures of “I’m Comin’ Down” and “Higher Than The Sun”, remind you that this is their first record since touring Screamadelica in 2011. The cultural context and musical styles may be miles apart, but the two records share a spirit of adventure and rejuvenation. In particular, the cinematic sensibility of producer David Holmes adds drama and texture. “River Of Pain”, a stark tale of domestic violence set to a looping acoustic guitar riff, Arabic rhythms and Gillespie’s whispering vocal, creeps with latent menace. The Sun Ra Arkestra are given free rein on the slowly collapsing middle section, which leads to a swooping string flourish. It’s genuinely terrific, Bollywood meets Albert Ayler. Much of More Light meanders pleasingly. Opener “2013” is a nine-minute, two-chord space-rock odyssey featuring Kevin Shields, Moroccan motifs, whirring electronics and a nicely off-kilter horn refrain. It’s still not quite this generation’s “1969”, not least because the pre-chorus melody sounds like “Kokomo” by the Beach Boys. “Tenement Kid” is warped country-jazz skewered on a nervy string drone, thrumming with unreleased tension. “Goodbye Johnny” is similarly atmospheric, the lyrics taken from an unreleased Jeffrey Lee Pierce demo (not the song of the same name on the first Gun Club album) and set to smoky LA noir, all twang and slurpy sax. Later, Robert Plant pops up to prowl through the terrific “Elimination Blues”, a slow, smouldering desert blues powered by a hypnotic electric guitar figure. With its 13 tracks running to more than 70 minutes, More Light does flag. A tendency to prioritise militancy over melody is most apparent on “Invisible City”, where punchy horns and a blizzard of social commentary (“kebab shops”, “suburban orgies”, the lot) fail to disguise an inherent lack of purpose. The final two songs look back to less complicated days. “Walking With The Beast” is a spare, Byrdsy blues, while “It’s Alright, It’s OK” is “Movin’ On Up” redux. Initially, the latter feels like it belongs on a different Primal Scream album – or Beggar’s Banquet – but gradually its inclusion begins to make sense. More Light is, essentially, a committed, adventurous and largely enjoyable précis of Primal Scream’s improbably long career, running the gamut from the Stones to Sun Ra, the cool to the cringe. Not everything works, but somehow everything fits. Graeme Thomson

Bobby & co run the gamut from cool to cringe on their 10th LP…

Picking holes in Primal Scream is traditionally one of life’s less onerous tasks. There goes Bobby G, hymning revolution while sounding like a man who would struggle to overthrow a parking fine. On top of the de trop sloganeering there’s the borrowed poses, recycled rock clichés, the hipper-than-thou name-dropping.

More Light is not short of ammunition for those inclined to mock. Within 90 seconds it’s railing at “21st century slaves” and “television propaganda”. Soon Gillespie is quoting Thatcher and contemplating the threat of “neutron bombs”. Bless. Even when the targets are updated – “crackhouse zombies”, “bankers who steal your own money” – the effect is more insipid than incendiary.

The good news is that Primal Scream’s 10th album is sufficiently vibrant, inventive and surprising to ensure the medium comfortably trumps the message. After the pedestrian pop-rock of 2008’s Beautiful Future, More Light marks a return to what Gillespie might conceivably describe as “sonic outlaw mode”. The tightly wound dynamics familiar from XTRMTR and Vanishing Point are much in evidence: “Sideman” and “Hit Void” marry pounding krautrock to free-from instrumental freak-outs channelling The Sonics “Have Love Will Travel”, The Stooges “Funhouse” and John Coltrane. “Turn Each Other Inside Out” is the Velvet Underground’s “What Goes On” and “Murder Mystery” meeting the poetry of David Meltzer. “Culturecide” arrives with an escort of sirens and squelchy jazz-funk dynamics, The Pop Group’s Mark Stewart riding shotgun, wailing like a West Country Lydon. It’s both deeply silly and slightly thrilling.

This is Primal Scream at their most dense and dark, but in fact the best bits of More Light live up to its title: full of air and space and possibility. The bursts of sunlit saxophone that punctuate the album, nodding to the blissed-out pastures of “I’m Comin’ Down” and “Higher Than The Sun”, remind you that this is their first record since touring Screamadelica in 2011. The cultural context and musical styles may be miles apart, but the two records share a spirit of adventure and rejuvenation. In particular, the cinematic sensibility of producer David Holmes adds drama and texture. “River Of Pain”, a stark tale of domestic violence set to a looping acoustic guitar riff, Arabic rhythms and Gillespie’s whispering vocal, creeps with latent menace. The Sun Ra Arkestra are given free rein on the slowly collapsing middle section, which leads to a swooping string flourish. It’s genuinely terrific, Bollywood meets Albert Ayler.

Much of More Light meanders pleasingly. Opener “2013” is a nine-minute, two-chord space-rock odyssey featuring Kevin Shields, Moroccan motifs, whirring electronics and a nicely off-kilter horn refrain. It’s still not quite this generation’s “1969”, not least because the pre-chorus melody sounds like “Kokomo” by the Beach Boys. “Tenement Kid” is warped country-jazz skewered on a nervy string drone, thrumming with unreleased tension. “Goodbye Johnny” is similarly atmospheric, the lyrics taken from an unreleased Jeffrey Lee Pierce demo (not the song of the same name on the first Gun Club album) and set to smoky LA noir, all twang and slurpy sax. Later, Robert Plant pops up to prowl through the terrific “Elimination Blues”, a slow, smouldering desert blues powered by a hypnotic electric guitar figure.

With its 13 tracks running to more than 70 minutes, More Light does flag. A tendency to prioritise militancy over melody is most apparent on “Invisible City”, where punchy horns and a blizzard of social commentary (“kebab shops”, “suburban orgies”, the lot) fail to disguise an inherent lack of purpose.

The final two songs look back to less complicated days. “Walking With The Beast” is a spare, Byrdsy blues, while “It’s Alright, It’s OK” is “Movin’ On Up” redux. Initially, the latter feels like it belongs on a different Primal Scream album – or Beggar’s Banquet – but gradually its inclusion begins to make sense. More Light is, essentially, a committed, adventurous and largely enjoyable précis of Primal Scream’s improbably long career, running the gamut from the Stones to Sun Ra, the cool to the cringe. Not everything works, but somehow everything fits.

Graeme Thomson

Nile Rodgers: “The first song I learned to play was The Beatles’ ‘A Day In The Life'”

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Nile Rodgers reveals the huge influence The Beatles had on him in the new issue of Uncut (dated July 2013 and out now). The Chic guitarist and songwriter, who recently teamed up with Daft Punk on their new Random Access Memories album, was particularly struck by the closing track of Sgt Pepper’s ...

Nile Rodgers reveals the huge influence The Beatles had on him in the new issue of Uncut (dated July 2013 and out now).

The Chic guitarist and songwriter, who recently teamed up with Daft Punk on their new Random Access Memories album, was particularly struck by the closing track of Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, “A Day In The Life”.

“This was the first song I learned to play on guitar,” explains Rodgers. “My transformation happened years earlier when I first heard ‘The End’ by The Doors, but it wasn’t as important as actually learning ‘A Day In The Life’.”

“I was 16 and really struggling, but my mother’s boyfriend realised the guitar was out of tune, and once he tuned it, I was able to sit there and play it perfectly.”

You can read more of Nile Rodgers discussing the records that changed his life, including Jimi Hendrix, Donna Summer and James Brown, in the new issue of Uncut, out now.

Bob Dylan rumoured to have been painting topless women in New York’s Central Park

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Dubious rumours have spread that Bob Dylan was seen painting topless women in New York's Central Park last week. Unsurprisingly anonymous sources claim that the singer-songwriter was sat at an easel in the park on Thursday (June 13), painting a group of partially nude women. The group were reportedly all reading David Bowman's futuristic novel, Bunny Modern, as part of a gathering set up by the artist and photographer Richard Prince, according to Animal New York, a website specialising in "art, news, culture, politics and opinion" from the city. Dylan, or at least someone who was all "wild hair with good shades", as the source puts it, was reportedly there with Prince – although a woman taking part in the Topless Pulp organisation claims the participants had no idea if the singer was actually present or not. Writing on the group's blog, she says: "Was the singer-songwriter responsible for anthems of social change such as 'Blowin’ In the Wind' and 'The Times They Are A-Changin'' there, too? If so, he didn’t come over and introduce himself. And we really wish he had." Too busy painting, perhaps. To complicate matters even further, Animal New York now report that the anonymous tipster has helpfully sent them a picture of Dylan's reputed painting – which another anonymous source then states is clearly modelled on a photograph of Italian actress Sonia Aquino, taken by fashion photographer Bruno Bisang. Were you in Central Park on June 13? Did you see Dylan painting topless women? Somehow, we suspect not, but we're keeping an open mind…

Dubious rumours have spread that Bob Dylan was seen painting topless women in New York’s Central Park last week.

Unsurprisingly anonymous sources claim that the singer-songwriter was sat at an easel in the park on Thursday (June 13), painting a group of partially nude women. The group were reportedly all reading David Bowman’s futuristic novel, Bunny Modern, as part of a gathering set up by the artist and photographer Richard Prince, according to Animal New York, a website specialising in “art, news, culture, politics and opinion” from the city.

Dylan, or at least someone who was all “wild hair with good shades”, as the source puts it, was reportedly there with Prince – although a woman taking part in the Topless Pulp organisation claims the participants had no idea if the singer was actually present or not.

Writing on the group’s blog, she says: “Was the singer-songwriter responsible for anthems of social change such as ‘Blowin’ In the Wind’ and ‘The Times They Are A-Changin” there, too? If so, he didn’t come over and introduce himself. And we really wish he had.”

Too busy painting, perhaps. To complicate matters even further, Animal New York now report that the anonymous tipster has helpfully sent them a picture of Dylan’s reputed painting – which another anonymous source then states is clearly modelled on a photograph of Italian actress Sonia Aquino, taken by fashion photographer Bruno Bisang.

Were you in Central Park on June 13? Did you see Dylan painting topless women? Somehow, we suspect not, but we’re keeping an open mind…

David Lynch to direct Nine Inch Nails’ ‘Came Back Haunted’ video

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David Lynch is set to join forces with Nine Inch Nails to direct the video for their song 'Came Back Haunted'. The band's frontman Trent Reznor tweeted a picture of himself and the legendary film director earlier today (June 18) and Pitchfork reports that the pair are once again working together ...

David Lynch is set to join forces with Nine Inch Nails to direct the video for their song ‘Came Back Haunted’.

The band’s frontman Trent Reznor tweeted a picture of himself and the legendary film director earlier today (June 18) and Pitchfork reports that the pair are once again working together after collaborating on Lynch’s 1997 film Lost Highway.

‘Came Back Haunted’ comes from the band’s new album ‘Hesitation Marks’, which is set for a September 3 release – scroll down to hear the track. Nine Inch Nails play this summer’s Reading and Leeds Festivals.

Meanwhile David Lynch recently announced details of his own second album, The Big Dream. The album is the Twin Peaks creator’s follow-up to his 2011 debut, Crazy Clown Time. It features a cover of Bob Dylan’s ‘The Ballad Of Hollis Brown’ and also includes a collaboration with Lykke Li called ‘I’m Waiting Here’. Lynch praised the Swedish singer in a press release announcing the album, saying: “She brought her own style to this song, which has a doo-wop sort of thing going on, but in a way it’s far-removed from the ’50s.” The Big Dream will be released on July 15 on Sunday Best Recordings.

Photo credit: Lykke Li

The Sopranos star James Gandolfini dies, aged 51

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The Sopranos star James Gandolfini has died at the age of 51. The actor was on holiday in Rome and suffered a suspected heart attack last night (June 19), The Sopranos' US network HBO told the BBC. Gandolfini played Italian-American mobster Tony Soprano in 86 episodes of the acclaimed TV series between 1999 and 2007, winning a Golden Globe and three Emmys for his performance. Responding to news of his death, the show's creator David Chase labelled Gandolfini a "genius". "He was a genius. Anyone who saw him even in the smallest of his performances knows that. He is one of the greatest actors of this or any time," Chase said in a statement. "A great deal of that genius resided in those sad eyes. I remember telling him many times, 'You don't get it. You're like Mozart.'" Gandolfini was born in Westwood, New Jersey in 1961 and began his acting career in the late '80s. Over the years, he racked up appearances in more than 40 movies, including Get Shorty, Crimson Tide and this year's Zero Dark Thirty and The Incredible Burt Wonderstone. His final film appearance will come in Animal Rescue, a crime drama co-starring Tom Hardy and Noomi Rapace due for release next year (2014). Gandolfini is survived by his second wife, former model Deborah Lin, whom he married in 2008, and their eight-month-old daughter Liliana. He also leaves a teenage son, Michael, from his first marriage which ended in 2002. Photo credit: HBO/Everett/Rex Features

The Sopranos star James Gandolfini has died at the age of 51.

The actor was on holiday in Rome and suffered a suspected heart attack last night (June 19), The Sopranos’ US network HBO told the BBC.

Gandolfini played Italian-American mobster Tony Soprano in 86 episodes of the acclaimed TV series between 1999 and 2007, winning a Golden Globe and three Emmys for his performance. Responding to news of his death, the show’s creator David Chase labelled Gandolfini a “genius”.

“He was a genius. Anyone who saw him even in the smallest of his performances knows that. He is one of the greatest actors of this or any time,” Chase said in a statement. “A great deal of that genius resided in those sad eyes. I remember telling him many times, ‘You don’t get it. You’re like Mozart.'”

Gandolfini was born in Westwood, New Jersey in 1961 and began his acting career in the late ’80s. Over the years, he racked up appearances in more than 40 movies, including Get Shorty, Crimson Tide and this year’s Zero Dark Thirty and The Incredible Burt Wonderstone. His final film appearance will come in Animal Rescue, a crime drama co-starring Tom Hardy and Noomi Rapace due for release next year (2014).

Gandolfini is survived by his second wife, former model Deborah Lin, whom he married in 2008, and their eight-month-old daughter Liliana. He also leaves a teenage son, Michael, from his first marriage which ended in 2002.

Photo credit: HBO/Everett/Rex Features

The Rolling Stones remaster back catalogue for iTunes

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The Rolling Stones have remastered their entire back catalogue for iTunes. The iconic band's whole discography is now available via the online retailer, reports Billboard. In addition to classic albums such as Sticky Fingers and Exile On Main Street fans will also be able to download a 'Rolling S...

The Rolling Stones have remastered their entire back catalogue for iTunes.

The iconic band’s whole discography is now available via the online retailer, reports Billboard. In addition to classic albums such as Sticky Fingers and Exile On Main Street fans will also be able to download a ‘Rolling Stones 50’ eBook, a Rolling Stones app, and and a host of recent documentaries made on the band including Charlie Is My Darling – Ireland 1965 and the award-winning Crossfire Hurricane.

Earlier this month, Rolling Stones guitarist Ronnie Wood spoke about the possibility of the band releasing new material.

The legendary rock’n’roll band have been playing a number of high-profile live dates this year as part of their 50 & Counting tour and are set to headline Glastonbury later this month. But in an interview with Boston radio station WZLX, the guitarist said they were trying to fit in some recording sessions into their schedule.

Speaking about the band’s recent gigs, Wood said: “We’re playing better than ever. The shows are the best we’ve ever done. These shows have proved to be a kick in the pants for us. Not only can we do it, we’re better than ever.”

After headlining this year’s Glastonbury on Saturday June 29, the Stones will then play a further two dates in the UK at London’s Hyde Park on July 6 and 13. They recently denied that they had struck an agreement with Adele to join them onstage for the shows, although they have been joined by a glut of other artists during recent gigs including Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift and Arcade Fire’s Win Butler – scroll down to the bottom of the page and click to see Butler performing ‘The Last Time’ with the band during their recent show in Montreal.

Meanwhile, The Rolling Stones have reportedly been locked in talks with the BBC over how much of their headline set at Worthy Farm will be broadcast. Sources close to the band have said they only want four songs from their performance to be shown to TV viewers, but the BBC have said they have held “constructive” discussions with the group about the stand-off.

Premiere: Watch Steve Gunn in session

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If I’d had the time/guts to put my favourites of 2013 list into some order, I suspect Steve Gunn’s “Time Off” would’ve come out pretty near the top, so it’s a great pleasure to host these new videos today of Gunn and his band in session. Gunn is a guitarist, based in New York, who’s emerged from and more or less transcended the post-Takoma scene in the past few years. Unlike some of his contemporaries, he has a languid but sure grasp on songforms, a nonchalant way of deploying immense technical virtuosity, and a wide, questing range. “Old Strange” always reminds me, perhaps erroneously, of Saharan blues as much as it does the old weird Appalachia. Often, especially on his two duo albums with the drummer John Truscinski, you can grasp an affinity with jazz, and with Sandy Bull. Not least on this spring’s “Golden Gunn” jam with Hiss Golden Messenger, one suspects he owns a couple of JJ Cale albums, too. All of this feeds elegantly and effortlessly into “Time Off”, Gunn’s first album with a bassist - Justin Tripp - as well as Truscinski. A bunch of these songs have been fermenting a good while – versions of “Trailways Ramble” and “The Lurker” first appeared on the Three-Lobed Recordings comps “Eight Trails, One Path” and “Not The Spaces You Know, But Between Them”; “Old Strange” was jammed with The Black Twig Pickers for Natch a year or so back – and they sound as if Gunn has reached a point with them where he has a complete understanding of how they work best, but also a restless desire to explore their possibilities further. That’s also very much the vibe of these live session takes, where you can see Gunn, Tripp and Truscinski picking brackish paths through my two favourite songs from the album. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOu0wPEAY8M http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdWu0Gyzv38 "Time Off" (PoB-08, 2013) is available from Paradise of Bachelors. To purchase, and for more details, visit… http://www.paradiseofbachelors.com/pob-08 http://www.paradiseofbachelors.com/steve-gunn Guitar and vocals: Steve Gunn Bass: Justin Tripp Drums: John Truscinski Cameras: Jack Foster and Sean Nagin Edit: Sean Nagin (“Old Strange”) and Robert Nabipour (“Trailways Ramble”) Recorded and Mixed by Diko Shoturma at Atlantic Sound Studios, Brooklyn, NY, Spring 20013: http://www.atlanticsoundstudios.com Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

If I’d had the time/guts to put my favourites of 2013 list into some order, I suspect Steve Gunn’s “Time Off” would’ve come out pretty near the top, so it’s a great pleasure to host these new videos today of Gunn and his band in session.

Gunn is a guitarist, based in New York, who’s emerged from and more or less transcended the post-Takoma scene in the past few years. Unlike some of his contemporaries, he has a languid but sure grasp on songforms, a nonchalant way of deploying immense technical virtuosity, and a wide, questing range. “Old Strange” always reminds me, perhaps erroneously, of Saharan blues as much as it does the old weird Appalachia. Often, especially on his two duo albums with the drummer John Truscinski, you can grasp an affinity with jazz, and with Sandy Bull. Not least on this spring’s “Golden Gunn” jam with Hiss Golden Messenger, one suspects he owns a couple of JJ Cale albums, too.

All of this feeds elegantly and effortlessly into “Time Off”, Gunn’s first album with a bassist – Justin Tripp – as well as Truscinski. A bunch of these songs have been fermenting a good while – versions of “Trailways Ramble” and “The Lurker” first appeared on the Three-Lobed Recordings comps “Eight Trails, One Path” and “Not The Spaces You Know, But Between Them”; “Old Strange” was jammed with The Black Twig Pickers for Natch a year or so back – and they sound as if Gunn has reached a point with them where he has a complete understanding of how they work best, but also a restless desire to explore their possibilities further.

That’s also very much the vibe of these live session takes, where you can see Gunn, Tripp and Truscinski picking brackish paths through my two favourite songs from the album.

“Time Off” (PoB-08, 2013) is available from Paradise of Bachelors. To purchase, and for more details, visit…

http://www.paradiseofbachelors.com/pob-08

http://www.paradiseofbachelors.com/steve-gunn

Guitar and vocals: Steve Gunn

Bass: Justin Tripp

Drums: John Truscinski

Cameras: Jack Foster and Sean Nagin

Edit: Sean Nagin (“Old Strange”) and Robert Nabipour (“Trailways Ramble”)

Recorded and Mixed by Diko Shoturma at Atlantic Sound Studios, Brooklyn, NY, Spring 20013: http://www.atlanticsoundstudios.com

Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

The 23rd Uncut Playlist Of 2013

The week thus far fairly inevitably dominated by Neil Young & Crazy Horse (here’s my review of the O2 gig), but there are plenty of good new things here. Dwelling on Neil Young a little longer, though, on various bits of the internet I’ve read a lot of criticism and disgruntlement about his approach on these UK dates, but I’ve not been contacted directly (on Twitter, Facebook, blog comments, email) from anyone who was unhappy with the setlist/feedback jams/etc. I’d be really interested to hear an alternative view, if you’d like to get in touch… Stooges tomorrow night, anyhow. In the meantime, please check out the Chris Forsyth tracks (especially if you've been digging Steve Gunn). The Jon Hopkins album sounds really nice this morning, too. Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey 1 Dawn Of Midi – Dysnomia (Thirsty Ear) 2 Ted Lucas – Ted Lucas (Yoga) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdVNI73ApJc 3 Neil Young & Crazy Horse – Surfer Joe And Moe The Sleaze (Reprise) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bFNNHq_SII 4 Califone – Stitches (Dead Oceans) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9Apitn2DLA 5 Deep Magic – Reflections of Most Forgotten Love (Preservation) 6 Stephanie McDee – Call The Police http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b82Qt3STlIU 7 The Allman Brothers – Brothers & Sisters (Universal) 8 Neil Young – Silver & Gold (Reprise) 9 MONEY – The Shadow Of Heaven (Bella Union) 10 Boards Of Canada – Tomorrow’s Harvest (Warp) (click to read my review) 11 Venom P Stinger – 1986-1991 (Drag City) 12 Kanye West – Yeezus (Virgin) 13 Chris Forsyth & The Solar Motel Band – Solar Motel Parts 1-4 14 The Civil Wars – The Civil Wars (Sensibility/Columbia) 15 Sebadoh – Secret EP (Domino) 16 Arp – More (Smalltown Supersound) 17 Neko Case – The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love (Anti-) 18 Jon Hopkins – Immunity (Domino) 19 Howes – TD-W700/Leazes (Melodic) 20 Ty Segall – Sleeper (Drag City)

The week thus far fairly inevitably dominated by Neil Young & Crazy Horse (here’s my review of the O2 gig), but there are plenty of good new things here.

Dwelling on Neil Young a little longer, though, on various bits of the internet I’ve read a lot of criticism and disgruntlement about his approach on these UK dates, but I’ve not been contacted directly (on Twitter, Facebook, blog comments, email) from anyone who was unhappy with the setlist/feedback jams/etc. I’d be really interested to hear an alternative view, if you’d like to get in touch…

Stooges tomorrow night, anyhow. In the meantime, please check out the Chris Forsyth tracks (especially if you’ve been digging Steve Gunn). The Jon Hopkins album sounds really nice this morning, too.

Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

1 Dawn Of Midi – Dysnomia (Thirsty Ear)

2 Ted Lucas – Ted Lucas (Yoga)

3 Neil Young & Crazy Horse – Surfer Joe And Moe The Sleaze (Reprise)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bFNNHq_SII

4 Califone – Stitches (Dead Oceans)

5 Deep Magic – Reflections of Most Forgotten Love (Preservation)

6 Stephanie McDee – Call The Police

7 The Allman Brothers – Brothers & Sisters (Universal)

8 Neil Young – Silver & Gold (Reprise)

9 MONEY – The Shadow Of Heaven (Bella Union)

10 Boards Of Canada – Tomorrow’s Harvest (Warp) (click to read my review)

11 Venom P Stinger – 1986-1991 (Drag City)

12 Kanye West – Yeezus (Virgin)

13 Chris Forsyth & The Solar Motel Band – Solar Motel Parts 1-4

14 The Civil Wars – The Civil Wars (Sensibility/Columbia)

15 Sebadoh – Secret EP (Domino)

16 Arp – More (Smalltown Supersound)

17 Neko Case – The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love (Anti-)

18 Jon Hopkins – Immunity (Domino)

19 Howes – TD-W700/Leazes (Melodic)

20 Ty Segall – Sleeper (Drag City)

Bill Callahan announces release of new album, Dream River

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Bill Callahan has announced the release of his new album, Dream River. The artist, who formerly recorded as Smog, will put out his fourth LP under his own name on September 16. Recorded at the Cacophony Recorders studio in Austin, Texas – which has also been used by M Ward, My Morning Jacket, W...

Bill Callahan has announced the release of his new album, Dream River.

The artist, who formerly recorded as Smog, will put out his fourth LP under his own name on September 16. Recorded at the Cacophony Recorders studio in Austin, Texas – which has also been used by M Ward, My Morning Jacket, White Denim and Explosions In The Sky – the eight-track album follows 2011’s Apocalypse, 2009’s Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle and 2007’s Woke On A Whaleheart.

Callahan will be supporting the record’s release with a full tour this autumn, details of which will be announced shortly. The album will come out on his long-term label, Drag City.

The Dream River tracklisting is:

‘The Sing’

‘Javelin Unlanding’

‘Small Plane’

‘Spring’

‘Ride My Arrow’

‘Summer Painter’

‘Seagull’

‘Winter Road’

Jarvis Cocker: ‘Pulp won’t be playing this year’

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Jarvis Cocker has confirmed that Pulp won't be playing again this year. When asked by NME what he meant when he told fans at the band's triumphant homecoming show in Sheffield at Christmas "this is it, for now", he replied: "For a while, you know. That was a good concert that, it was nice. But th...

Jarvis Cocker has confirmed that Pulp won’t be playing again this year.

When asked by NME what he meant when he told fans at the band’s triumphant homecoming show in Sheffield at Christmas “this is it, for now”, he replied: “For a while, you know. That was a good concert that, it was nice. But those things, you can’t keep doing them… But Pulp won’t be playing this year.”

Cocker was speaking at the premiere of The Big Melt, a new documentary film on Sheffield’s steel industry that he wrote the soundtrack for. For the performance at the city’s Crucible Theatre, he enlisted his Pulp bandmates Candida Doyle, Steve Mackey, Nick Banks and Richard Hawley to perform tracks from the film including a string version of The Human League’s ‘Being Boiled’, A Guy Called Gerald’s ‘Voodoo Ray’ and Pulp’s ‘This Is Hardcore’.

The Big Melt was directed by Martin Wallace, a long-term collaborator of Cocker’s, and tells the story of the Sheffield steel industry using footage from the BFI National Archive.

Arctic Monkeys release new single ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ – listen

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Arctic Monkeys have released new song 'Do I Wanna Know?' on iTunes this morning (June 19) – listen to the track below. The new song was first played live at a concert in Ventura, California, last month, and was the opening number for both of their recent Scandinavian gigs at Hultsfred Festival ...

Arctic Monkeys have released new song ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ on iTunes this morning (June 19) – listen to the track below.

The new song was first played live at a concert in Ventura, California, last month, and was the opening number for both of their recent Scandinavian gigs at Hultsfred Festival in Sweden and again at the Danish NorthSide festival this past weekend (June 14/16). ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ is available to download digitally now.

The band also premiered new song ‘Mad Sounds’, which is likely to appear on their forthcoming new album, at Hultsfred Festival in Sweden on Friday and again at the Danish NorthSide festival on Sunday.

Arctic Monkeys will headline Glastonbury later this month (June 28) with The Rolling Stones and Mumford & Sons.

The Stranglers – The Old Testament (UA Studio Recordings 1977-1982)

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Five-CD boxset from punk years shows the Stranglers were the outsider’s outsiders... From the start, The Stranglers never quite fitted in. They were punk enough to get banned from venues around Britain during the Sex Pistols scare, and their early records - notably “Something Better Change” and “No More Heroes” – were propelled by the energy and anger of the period. They scowled. They wore leather. They were, on occasion, violent. But listen, now, to their first two albums, Rattus Norvegicus and No More Heroes, and you hear a fierce pub rock group, playing fast and loose with their influences. The Doors are there, obviously. The presence of Dave Greenfield on organ, and, later, Moogs, offer a link to prog rock. The vocal hiccups on “Straighten Out” are an echo of Buddy Holly. “Nice N’Sleazy” is almost a reggae song, sung like a robot prophesy. “Peasant in the Big Shitty” is – though this may not be immediately apparent - influenced by Captain Beefheart, who also provided the riff for “Down In The Sewer”. And Don Van Vliet’s impersonation of Howlin’ Wolf was the inspiration for the vocal style of Hugh Cornwell and Jean-Jacques Burnel, even if their interpretation of the bluesman’s growl was inflected with more than a dash of White Van Man. So there was sound and fury, and it felt like punk rock. But it would probably have happened anyway, even if the Sex Pistols hadn’t. In truth, punk as it is now understood was a shapeless, ill-defined thing. It was an energy. The Stranglers were fortunate enough to have an album and a half worth of songs ready to go when the nascent movement hit the mainstream, and though they radiated a sense of danger and malevolence, their songs were rarely political. True, there was “I Feel Like A Wog”, an unthinkable sentiment now, though its intention was, the group argued, to identify with the downtrodden. Their apparent sexism was also out-of-tune with the ideological assumptions of the day, though that may have been the point. Their first hit, “Peaches”, was a voyeuristic prowl along a beach, with lyrics which included a rather confusing reference to a clitoris. It was educational in a way. Clitorises weren’t as prevalent in popular culture in 1977 as they are now. But if it was discomfiting, it was also honest about male (hetero)sexuality. This set collects the six albums made for United Artists, adding a disc of oddities, including radio edits of singles, and (largely unnecessary 12” remixes). The rarities aren’t all that edifying, though the thin humour of an early novelty number, “Tits” (live at the Hope and Anchor) does illuminate a persistent feeling that the real roots of the Stranglers were in musical theatre, possibly burlesque. (The song itself is rotten). And the tunes originally released as Celia and the Mutations (“Mony Mony” and “Mean To Me”) – show how they were capable of turning their hand to pop, albeit with marginal commercial success. Their biggest hit, “Golden Brown” came towards the end of their tenure at UA, just as the label was giving up on them, and on punk. True, the record company had endured 1981’s The Gospel According To The Meninblack, a heroin-induced space opera laden with squeaky voices and Clangers-style sound effects. (Or, if you are on the right medication, a visionary precursor of techno). But if it did nothing else, that lengthy experiment with Class “A” drugs produced the lovely “Golden Brown”, the highlight of 1981’s La Folie, and perhaps the prettiest hymn to stupefaction not written by Lou Reed. Musically, it showed how far the Stranglers had travelled. The riff is played on a harpsichord, and lopes along in bleary waltz-time. The anger and venom of punk is entirely absent. Cornwell sings prettily. But perhaps there’s a note of exhaustion in his delivery too. For, although the title track of La Folie has a kind of early 1980s’ majesty, and bit of Euro-weirdness, courtesy of Burnel’s Serge Gainsbourg-style vocal, the energy is gone. True, the single “Strange Little Girl” (a rejected song, revived in the hope of repeating the success of “Golden Brown”) had a delicate melody, but 1980s’ pop was about frivolity and light, not ennui. The Stranglers, whose dark energy had soundtracked the Winter of Discontent, were outsiders again. Alastair McKay

Five-CD boxset from punk years shows the Stranglers were the outsider’s outsiders…

From the start, The Stranglers never quite fitted in. They were punk enough to get banned from venues around Britain during the Sex Pistols scare, and their early records – notably “Something Better Change” and “No More Heroes” – were propelled by the energy and anger of the period. They scowled. They wore leather. They were, on occasion, violent.

But listen, now, to their first two albums, Rattus Norvegicus and No More Heroes, and you hear a fierce pub rock group, playing fast and loose with their influences. The Doors are there, obviously. The presence of Dave Greenfield on organ, and, later, Moogs, offer a link to prog rock. The vocal hiccups on “Straighten Out” are an echo of Buddy Holly. “Nice N’Sleazy” is almost a reggae song, sung like a robot prophesy. “Peasant in the Big Shitty” is – though this may not be immediately apparent – influenced by Captain Beefheart, who also provided the riff for “Down In The Sewer”. And Don Van Vliet’s impersonation of Howlin’ Wolf was the inspiration for the vocal style of Hugh Cornwell and Jean-Jacques Burnel, even if their interpretation of the bluesman’s growl was inflected with more than a dash of White Van Man. So there was sound and fury, and it felt like punk rock. But it would probably have happened anyway, even if the Sex Pistols hadn’t.

In truth, punk as it is now understood was a shapeless, ill-defined thing. It was an energy. The Stranglers were fortunate enough to have an album and a half worth of songs ready to go when the nascent movement hit the mainstream, and though they radiated a sense of danger and malevolence, their songs were rarely political. True, there was “I Feel Like A Wog”, an unthinkable sentiment now, though its intention was, the group argued, to identify with the downtrodden. Their apparent sexism was also out-of-tune with the ideological assumptions of the day, though that may have been the point. Their first hit, “Peaches”, was a voyeuristic prowl along a beach, with lyrics which included a rather confusing reference to a clitoris. It was educational in a way. Clitorises weren’t as prevalent in popular culture in 1977 as they are now. But if it was discomfiting, it was also honest about male (hetero)sexuality.

This set collects the six albums made for United Artists, adding a disc of oddities, including radio edits of singles, and (largely unnecessary 12” remixes). The rarities aren’t all that edifying, though the thin humour of an early novelty number, “Tits” (live at the Hope and Anchor) does illuminate a persistent feeling that the real roots of the Stranglers were in musical theatre, possibly burlesque. (The song itself is rotten). And the tunes originally released as Celia and the Mutations (“Mony Mony” and “Mean To Me”) – show how they were capable of turning their hand to pop, albeit with marginal commercial success.

Their biggest hit, “Golden Brown” came towards the end of their tenure at UA, just as the label was giving up on them, and on punk. True, the record company had endured 1981’s The Gospel According To The Meninblack, a heroin-induced space opera laden with squeaky voices and Clangers-style sound effects. (Or, if you are on the right medication, a visionary precursor of techno).

But if it did nothing else, that lengthy experiment with Class “A” drugs produced the lovely “Golden Brown”, the highlight of 1981’s La Folie, and perhaps the prettiest hymn to stupefaction not written by Lou Reed. Musically, it showed how far the Stranglers had travelled. The riff is played on a harpsichord, and lopes along in bleary waltz-time. The anger and venom of punk is entirely absent. Cornwell sings prettily.

But perhaps there’s a note of exhaustion in his delivery too. For, although the title track of La Folie has a kind of early 1980s’ majesty, and bit of Euro-weirdness, courtesy of Burnel’s Serge Gainsbourg-style vocal, the energy is gone. True, the single “Strange Little Girl” (a rejected song, revived in the hope of repeating the success of “Golden Brown”) had a delicate melody, but 1980s’ pop was about frivolity and light, not ennui. The Stranglers, whose dark energy had soundtracked the Winter of Discontent, were outsiders again.

Alastair McKay

An encounter with Van Morrison

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Consider this the last in a short series of encounters with somewhat cantankerous sorts, following accounts in this space over the couple of weeks of meetings with Lou Reed and Gordon Lightfoot, both of which have stirred some passing interest and lively comment. Today’s subject is Van Morrison, by reputation a notoriously tough assignment, as I would discover. The first time I try to interview him, in his trailer backstage at Knebworth in 1974, it ends badly after he mistakes me for someone who’s written unflatteringly about him and works himself up into a complete and unnecessary strop. Van’s almost pathologically rude, won’t listen to a word of explanation and the upshot is, we end up shouting at each other, loudly enough for people waiting outside to see how things go between us to start looking first worried, then aghast. I eventually storm out of his caravan, slamming a door behind me so hard its hinges nearly pop and the whole thing shakes like a small earthquake’s just hit the area, Van shouting something I don’t quite catch at my retreating back A few years later, I review Morrison at the Self-Aid concert in Dublin, which is headlined by Elvis Costello and U2. Van’s brilliant at the show, at which he previews material from his forthcoming new album, No Teacher, No Guru, No Method. Just before the album comes out, I get a call from an old friend named Kellogs, who I’d first met when he was tour managing the Be Stiff tour (the one on the train). This is June, 1986, by the way. Kellogs now manages Van, I’m surprised to learn. I’m even more surprised when Kellogs tells me Van is doing a day of press – mostly European – to promote the No Teacher. . . album and after being shown by Kellogs the Self-Aid review I’d written for what used to be Melody Maker, Van’s agreed to do it with me. This is both exciting and fairly terrifying news. Whatever, a few days later I’m scuffling nervously outside the door of the Phillipe Suite at the Chesterfield Hotel in central London, waiting to be ushered into the great man’s presence, Kellogs shortly introducing us. I offer my hand in nervous greeting. Van promptly ignores it. “You’ve got 30 minutes,” he says brusquely. “What’s your first question?” My mind of course goes immediately blank and all the finely-honed questions I’d prepared are suddenly vapour. I mumble something about the new album that isn’t on reflection even a question, but which anyway gets Van talking for which I am grateful. “It’s a struggle,” he says of the writing and recording process that even after 20 years he clearly finds difficult. “Always has been. I think when you get past your second album it all becomes something of a routine. So you have to struggle against that, find a way of making what you do sound fresh and new each time. “It’s more difficult now than ever,” he goes on. “I find it difficult to know what to say nowadays, or who I’m saying it to. When I started singing, you know, my audience, they were usually the same age as me and they had at least half the same problems I had. . .but now, I dunno. The 80s are such an extreme period for everybody. As far as what space I’m in, I can’t really find it. I deliberately try not to cater for the commercial market, so I can’t see myself in competition, you know, with second or third generation rock stars. I find myself at this point out on a limb, basically. A lot of people who were writing when I came through originally as a singer-songwriter have disappeared. A lot of them have ended up as MOR entertainers. So it’s kind of left people like myself without an obvious slot, you know. It’s like people don’t quite know what to make of me anymore, he says, shrugging his shoulders, moving uneasily in his chair.” At Self-Aid, he was introduced as a “living legend”, which made him sound like a relic. “I think that’s absolute rubbish,” he seethes. “I don’t feel that way about myself at all. It’s just something these silly little boys in the rock press come up with, this stupid thing about age. I think that’s just part of the mass stupidity that seems to have gripped people at the moment. It’s like, if you’re over 28, you should be singing ballads or you should be dead. It’s ridiculous.” How had he got involved with Self-Aid? “They asked me to do it and I said yeah,” he answers curtly. “See, I kept being asked why I didn’t do Live Aid, right? And the only reason I didn’t do Live Aid was because I wasn’t asked. I figured the next time someone asks me to do something like that, I’ll do it so I don’t have to answer a lot of stupid questions about why I didn’t do it” At Self-Aid, he’d prefaced one new song, “Town Called Paradise”, with this aside: “If Van Morrison was a gunslinger, there’d be a terrible lot of dead copycats out there. . .” “What provoked that?” Morrison snorts when I bring it up. “The constant frustration of people constantly asking me what I think about every Tom, Dick and Harry that’s sorta copied me - and what I think about that is that I’ve had enough of it. I mean, it’s OK if it happens, like, once. After that, after two, three, four albums, when after four albums people are still just ripping me off, it starts to get like a monkey on my back. “And you know, I’m carrying these Paul Brady monkeys and these Bruce Springsteen monkeys and these Bob Seger monkeys, and I’m just fed up with it. I just wish they’d find someone else to copy. In the old days, they’d have called it a form of flattery. But I don’t find it flattering at all. I mean, find someone else to copy, or else send me the royalties, you know.” And what did he think of Springsteen? “Not my scene, you know,” he says dismissively. “I’d rather listen to the source than the imitation. That’s where I’m at.” Was he merely miffed at Springsteen’s huge commercial success? “No,” he says firmly, “not at all. I’m perfectly happy with what I’ve got. At the same time, I don’t see why something I’ve invented, I’ve developed and worked hard to come by should be ripped off, year in and year out, by these people.” We go on to talk at some length about specific tracks on the new album, Van getting himself completely worked up when I ask if “Ivory Tower” is a reply to his critics. He rants almost incomprehensibly about window cleaners and brickies for I don’t know how long and mid-tirade suddenly stops in his tracks, as if he’s got so wound up he’s given himself a stroke. I ask him what the matter is, and why the inexplicable silence, mid-sentence. “Your 30 minutes,” Van says then. “It’s up.” He’s not wearing a watch and there isn’t a clock in the room, but on cue, incredibly, the door opens and Kellogs appears. “Your man there,” Van says, not really looking at me, “will show you out.” And he does.

Consider this the last in a short series of encounters with somewhat cantankerous sorts, following accounts in this space over the couple of weeks of meetings with Lou Reed and Gordon Lightfoot, both of which have stirred some passing interest and lively comment. Today’s subject is Van Morrison, by reputation a notoriously tough assignment, as I would discover.

The first time I try to interview him, in his trailer backstage at Knebworth in 1974, it ends badly after he mistakes me for someone who’s written unflatteringly about him and works himself up into a complete and unnecessary strop. Van’s almost pathologically rude, won’t listen to a word of explanation and the upshot is, we end up shouting at each other, loudly enough for people waiting outside to see how things go between us to start looking first worried, then aghast. I eventually storm out of his caravan, slamming a door behind me so hard its hinges nearly pop and the whole thing shakes like a small earthquake’s just hit the area, Van shouting something I don’t quite catch at my retreating back

A few years later, I review Morrison at the Self-Aid concert in Dublin, which is headlined by Elvis Costello and U2. Van’s brilliant at the show, at which he previews material from his forthcoming new album, No Teacher, No Guru, No Method. Just before the album comes out, I get a call from an old friend named Kellogs, who I’d first met when he was tour managing the Be Stiff tour (the one on the train). This is June, 1986, by the way.

Kellogs now manages Van, I’m surprised to learn. I’m even more surprised when Kellogs tells me Van is doing a day of press – mostly European – to promote the No Teacher. . . album and after being shown by Kellogs the Self-Aid review I’d written for what used to be Melody Maker, Van’s agreed to do it with me. This is both exciting and fairly terrifying news.

Whatever, a few days later I’m scuffling nervously outside the door of the Phillipe Suite at the Chesterfield Hotel in central London, waiting to be ushered into the great man’s presence, Kellogs shortly introducing us. I offer my hand in nervous greeting. Van promptly ignores it.

“You’ve got 30 minutes,” he says brusquely. “What’s your first question?”

My mind of course goes immediately blank and all the finely-honed questions I’d prepared are suddenly vapour. I mumble something about the new album that isn’t on reflection even a question, but which anyway gets Van talking for which I am grateful.

“It’s a struggle,” he says of the writing and recording process that even after 20 years he clearly finds difficult. “Always has been. I think when you get past your second album it all becomes something of a routine. So you have to struggle against that, find a way of making what you do sound fresh and new each time.

“It’s more difficult now than ever,” he goes on. “I find it difficult to know what to say nowadays, or who I’m saying it to. When I started singing, you know, my audience, they were usually the same age as me and they had at least half the same problems I had. . .but now, I dunno. The 80s are such an extreme period for everybody. As far as what space I’m in, I can’t really find it. I deliberately try not to cater for the commercial market, so I can’t see myself in competition, you know, with second or third generation rock stars. I find myself at this point out on a limb, basically. A lot of people who were writing when I came through originally as a singer-songwriter have disappeared. A lot of them have ended up as MOR entertainers. So it’s kind of left people like myself without an obvious slot, you know. It’s like people don’t quite know what to make of me anymore, he says, shrugging his shoulders, moving uneasily in his chair.”

At Self-Aid, he was introduced as a “living legend”, which made him sound like a relic.

“I think that’s absolute rubbish,” he seethes. “I don’t feel that way about myself at all. It’s just something these silly little boys in the rock press come up with, this stupid thing about age. I think that’s just part of the mass stupidity that seems to have gripped people at the moment. It’s like, if you’re over 28, you should be singing ballads or you should be dead. It’s ridiculous.”

How had he got involved with Self-Aid?

“They asked me to do it and I said yeah,” he answers curtly. “See, I kept being asked why I didn’t do Live Aid, right? And the only reason I didn’t do Live Aid was because I wasn’t asked. I figured the next time someone asks me to do something like that, I’ll do it so I don’t have to answer a lot of stupid questions about why I didn’t do it”

At Self-Aid, he’d prefaced one new song, “Town Called Paradise”, with this aside: “If Van Morrison was a gunslinger, there’d be a terrible lot of dead copycats out there. . .”

“What provoked that?” Morrison snorts when I bring it up. “The constant frustration of people constantly asking me what I think about every Tom, Dick and Harry that’s sorta copied me – and what I think about that is that I’ve had enough of it. I mean, it’s OK if it happens, like, once. After that, after two, three, four albums, when after four albums people are still just ripping me off, it starts to get like a monkey on my back.

“And you know, I’m carrying these Paul Brady monkeys and these Bruce Springsteen monkeys and these Bob Seger monkeys, and I’m just fed up with it. I just wish they’d find someone else to copy. In the old days, they’d have called it a form of flattery. But I don’t find it flattering at all. I mean, find someone else to copy, or else send me the royalties, you know.”

And what did he think of Springsteen?

“Not my scene, you know,” he says dismissively. “I’d rather listen to the source than the imitation. That’s where I’m at.”

Was he merely miffed at Springsteen’s huge commercial success?

“No,” he says firmly, “not at all. I’m perfectly happy with what I’ve got. At the same time, I don’t see why something I’ve invented, I’ve developed and worked hard to come by should be ripped off, year in and year out, by these people.”

We go on to talk at some length about specific tracks on the new album, Van getting himself completely worked up when I ask if “Ivory Tower” is a reply to his critics. He rants almost incomprehensibly about window cleaners and brickies for I don’t know how long and mid-tirade suddenly stops in his tracks, as if he’s got so wound up he’s given himself a stroke.

I ask him what the matter is, and why the inexplicable silence, mid-sentence.

“Your 30 minutes,” Van says then. “It’s up.”

He’s not wearing a watch and there isn’t a clock in the room, but on cue, incredibly, the door

opens and Kellogs appears.

“Your man there,” Van says, not really looking at me, “will show you out.”

And he does.