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“Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow (Single Version)” – Frank Zappa
(Words/music: Frank Zappa, available on Strictly Commercial: The Best of Frank Zappa, Rykodisc 1995)

Outside of guitar aficionados (and largely overlapping circle of jam band fans), Frank Zappa’s music garners little attention.  We know him as the guy who wrote those weird songs, or maybe as the guy who gave his kids those odd names, or perhaps as one of the loudest voices opposing censorship in popular music in the 1980s, or as a brilliantly creative mind prematurely silenced by cancer.  I’m guilty of this too, as my knowledge of his music comes filtered through the recommendations and praise of others.

One thing I do find with each listen, whether it’s of a song I already knew or something new to me, is that Zappa’s legacy should be primarily as a musical genius.  The single edit of “Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow” condenses the original four song suite into three and a half minutes, and rather than sounding like a hastily stitched together recording cutting and pasting the best parts of the four individual songs, the single moves adeptly from one phrase into the next.  Yes, the song features Zappa’s goofy, half-spoken singing voice and the scatological humor implied in the title, but underneath this layer Zappa weaves a complex musical arrangement.  Zappa’s band shifts time signatures, styles, and tempos with immeasurable grace and skill; there’s little doubt that Zappa’s arrangements reflect the exact musical concept in his head, and the song turns out like the musical equivalent of a wandering mind, complete with all the sharp turns, bizarre imagery, and lightning flashes of brilliance.  Each musical choice – the soulful backup singers, the sinister guitar, or the momentary stutter in a steady drum beat – fits as well as a carefully chosen staccato phrase in a classical piece, the mode Zappa composed in before his death.  While this may be a low-cultural work lyrically, it’s a work of high creativity and complexity and a brief glimpse into the workings of a weird and brilliant mind.

(And for those of us getting blasted by the snow in the Northeast US today, hopefully Zappa’s advice isn’t a new revelation.)

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“Drowned (live)” – Pete Townshend
(Words/music: Pete Townshend, available on The Oceanic Concerts, Rhino Records 2001)

The Who had so many unique personalities that each of the four members probably gave up recognition simply by being around such distinctive players.  Still, these four members made up one of the most influential bands of their era (and a band I deem as underrated only because they’re too often in the “second tier” behind The Beatles (rightfully), Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, and frequently Pink Floyd – I’d take The Who over the last three any day of the week).  One of the best parts of these songs was the controlled chaos contained in these songs; Roger Daltrey used his incredible vocal range liberally, John Entwistle redefined the bass player’s role, and Keith Moon’s insane syncopation created generations of really bad drummers trying to imitate him.  This leaves Pete Townshend as the foundation for the group, and while he could tear up a guitar solo with the best of them (more on that in a minute), his role as songwriter and sonic architect came first.  Townsend created the venue for his band members to run wild, often letting the best parts of his songs come from other people (the scream at the end of “Won’t Get Fooled Again,” the bass fills in “My Generation,” and any of a number of memorable Keith Moon moments).  Many times, these arrangements clouded the true genius – Townshend’s remarkable chops as a songwriter.  It’s easy to see how a band with two rock virtuosos (Entwistle and Townshend) and two of the most iconic performers on their instruments (Daltrey and Moon), that the songs might take second billing (after all, Daltrey sings “it’s the singer not the song, that makes the music move along” on “Join Together”), but Townshend wrote some of the most intricate and powerful songs of his generation.  Personally, I think Townshend reached his apex on 1973’s Quadrophenia – the perfect combination of an album long narrative without sacrificing individual songs.  Quadrophenia plays almost like a classical piece – different musical themes (representing the four “characters” in the band) enter and exit the piece at different points, appearing in different variations when the narrative calls for them.  On an entirely different level, the story tackles themes we all struggle with – self-identification, the longing for purpose, the capacity to love and to be loved – even after the teenage wounds start to close up.  I started giving Quadrophenia as a high school graduation gift when I was in college in part because it captures that time in one’s life and in part because it’s an album that more people need to hear.

So, when I came across The Oceanic Concerts a few years ago, I was eager to hear how Townshend and pianist/harpist Raphael Rudd would transform some of Townshend’s compositions.  In particular, Townshend’s solo interpretation of “Drowned” stood out, perhaps because I thought of it as one of the less likely songs to benefit from a barebones arrangement.  On Quadrophenia, “Drowned” gathers its strength from a complex arrangement that relies on contrasts – the grand piano breaks abruptly shattered by Moon’s thunderous fills, Daltrey’s theatrically varied vocals, and the shift from the loose feel in the song to a taut reprise of the horns from “5:15.”  It also features an extended electric guitar solo from Townshend, something that doesn’t usually translate well into the singer-songwriter mode.  Still, I think I came away from this version of “Drowned” impressed with Townshend the performer.  He varies his style at several points, touching on his trademark grace note filled chord changes with intricate finger picking, recreating the verse-chorus textual difference of the original.  When it comes time for the middle section, his performance makes it sound like his fingers are in a blur; he quickly strangles out chords while still managing to play a melody line through this burst of chordal chaos.  It almost sounds like two guitars playing at once.  Most impressively, he’s ready to snap right back into a more restrained style when it comes time to sing again (and he sings capably – he’s no Daltrey, but he does his songs justice).  Even decades later, Townshend’s performance sounds fresh – his avant-garde descendents could learn something from the master still.  This performance (and a handful of others on this album) give Townshend the opportunity that he sometimes doesn’t get in his own band – the chance to be both the gifted performer and skilled writer.

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“Amphetamine” – Rocket from the Tombs
(Words/music: Peter Laughner, available on The Day the Earth Met the Rocket from the Tombs, Smog Veil 2002)

As previously mentioned in Some Songs Considered, I’ve had some wonderful experiences as a college radio DJ.  I met a lot of awesome people and learned about a tremendous amount of music both old and new.  Being a DJ was one of the most valuable experiences I had in college – it builds public speaking skills (or at least providing a bridge into public speaking by having an audience but not having to physically see it), breeds humility (when you go two hours without a phone call), and introduces many of us to the value and impact of alternative media (to this day, half of my presets in my car are local college stations).  Yes, there were many nights (and, more recently, mornings) when the songs I played were my only company, but on many occasions people called to ask for a new song or say hi.  Others were less conventional – I got asked for directions once, received a 10 minute lecture about how I should see the director’s cut of Donnie Darko, and maybe my favorite one of all time (paraphrased) – “I love your show – me and my cats listen all the time!”

My favorite calls, for obvious reasons, were the people that wanted to talk music.  Most of the time, it would be some jubilant local resident calling to find out the current song.  We’d chat for a few minutes about the song, what it sounded like, and whether the rest of the album was as good (or, in some cases, better).  Usually, because of the DJ-listener arrangement, I was the one giving the advise and would occasionally receive tips on new things when they were something I didn’t own or something the station didn’t have.  One time, while playing a live version of Wilco’s “Misunderstood,” a man called me up and told me how “Misunderstood” quoted a verse from a song called “Amphetamine.”  I had seen the liner notes that gave credit to another song, but never really thought too much about it.  We talked about Wilco a little bit, and my listener told me how Rocket From the Tombs’ members went on to form Pere Ubu and The Dead Boys (whose “Sonic Reducer” will appear here soon), and soon afterward, I hunted down “Amphetamine.”

It makes sense after listening to “Amphetamine” why Jeff Tweedy would borrow the opening lines of the song to use in his own composition.  Written by guitarist Peter Laughner before his death in 1977, “Amphetamine” focuses on the same sort of suburban restlessness and frustration experienced in “Misunderstood.”  The verses ring with melancholic guitar lines intermingling with the storyline.  Appropriately, Laughner almost joined Television before his death, and “Amphetamine” sounds like a Television song played at a slower pace.  Laughner clearly had songwriting chops too, as “Amphetamine” adeptly moves from the slower ballad-like verses into a more frenetic chorus (oh, listen to those drums!), mimicking the “hurry up and wait” feel of the song.  Like suburban life (or, following the title’s nod, a speed rush), there’s highs and lows, but the highs come too quick (and, as the chorus suggests, are solitary parties) and the lows tend to stretch too far.  While many others in the late 70s turned this suburban angst into three chord thrashes, Laughner approached the subject with a tinge of sadness and reservation, not to mention a hell of an ear for melody.

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