Denk dat meneer cope niet iets meer krautig klinkends kon vinden uit 1967quote:
quote:Today on Day 6 of the SydArthur Festival, let us salute the eloquence and robustness of Henry David Thoreau’s still-modern vision with as grand a musical hymn to the frontiersman spirit as the rock’n’roll era, surely, has yet produced: David Ackles’ incredible 1972 epic ‘The Montana Song’.
Telling the tale of a visit to his grandparents’ now-derelict home, Ackles used his big Elektra Records recording budget to hire London’s enormous IBC Studios and a huge orchestra with which to subdue and entrance his listeners. One-time producer of The Teardrop Explodes, Hugh Jones tells of how, as a young IBC tape-operator assisting in the recording of this track, he was entranced by the backwoodsman demeanour of David Ackles himself, who would every day arrive with his handwritten musical charts for the orchestra carefully piled into the back of a knapsack. None of the Elektra executives had a clue where Ackles went at night. A single listen to ‘The Montana Song’ will allow us to imagine him orchestrating by the glow of his Thames embankment campfire.
quote:It’s Day 7 of the SydArthur Festival, the New Moon, and Friday the 13th – unlucky for some. Ah, but for we rock’n’roll heathens stomping in the summer heat, dowsing our World Cup blues in the idiot dance of the moment, it’s time to summon ‘Fire Spirit’ by the Gun Club. ‘Fire Spirit’ invokes the ignis-fatuus, the foolish fire, the Kundalini-esque thrill-spirit that snaps at us and whips us in the rock’n’roll of our dervish dance. Sung and intoned by the late Jeffrey Lee Pierce, herein his low-key California hillbilly drawl never falls below the buzzsaw ramalama guitar levels of his Gun Club, despite at times barely horse-whispering his lyrics. “I will be cheating, the whole ritual!”