Posts Tagged ‘George Jones’

Bad Example: Why Cat Power Shouldn’t Be the Poster Child of Indie’s (Supposed) Collapse

Monday, November 5th, 2012

I hope I don’t sound like too much of a jerk for what I’m about to say. Let me just point out at the very beginning that I have all the sympathy in the world for what Chan Marshall (aka Cat Power) is going through right now and what she’s gone through in the past. But in order to say what I want about David Wagner’s article in the Atlantic Wire regarding her financial problems last week, I’m going to have to cast her in something of a negative light. I just want to point out that I’m not extending blame—either for what’s happened in her past or what’s going on in her present. But the article, which tries to use her situation as an example of how hard it is to make a living as an indie musician, seems to me to make false connections between Marshall and other musicians, and at the same time ignores what may be the most likely reason that Marshall is experiencing her current financial difficulties: the simple fact that for a large part of her career, and for most of her life until she went into rehab in 2006, Chan Marshall was drunk.

This is not a secret; Marshall has talked about it often and in detail, especially in an article that ran in the New York Times in September of 2006.

Another day, another fifth of Scotch.

And that wasn’t all. Chan Marshall said her mornings began with a minibar’s worth of Jack Daniel’s, Glenlivet and Crown Royal. Mini bottles depleted, this indie singer-songwriter, known as Cat Power, would nurse a bottle of Scotch over the course of the day. On nights she performed, she took the antianxiety drug Xanax.

By the time she would weave onstage, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other, Ms. Marshall, 34, was wasted. And it showed. It would seem that every fan has a Cat Power concert story: the time she mooned the audience, cursed out techies, talked to a squirrel (outdoors), played three chords and changed her mind (song after song) or played fragments of a few songs and then told everyone to get out, even encouraging fans to sue her.

Any guesses as to how much this effected Marshall’s financial stability? Aside from her daily habits (emptying a hotel minibar on a regular basis is probably the most expensive way of being an alcoholic), think how many opportunities she must have missed or avoided, how many fans, and potential fans, she alienated by being drunk and rude on stage, how much money must have been wasted, not just on booze, but on all the after effects and collateral damage that go along with being an alcoholic.

Wagner’s article suggests, however, that all of Marshall’s financial problems are due to the lack of money in indie music and her more recently diagnosed health problems. Even though he mentions her time in rehab as part of a list of her stays at Miami’s Mt. Sinai Medical Center, he never suggests that her financial instability could be based in her past alcoholism. History, and not just musical history, is full of stories of people who, while still functioning professionally, destroyed their finances through drinking and other forms of substance abuse. George Jones, who drank his way into bankruptcy while still one of the biggest names in country music and making some of his greatest records, is a perfect example.

The story of Jones is even more important when you consider the comparison Wagner makes between Marshall’s situation and that of Grizzly Bear, as outlined in an article by Nitsuh Abebe that ran in New York magazine. The problem with the comparison (besides the fact that they’re a band, and need to split whatever money they make four ways), is that Grizzly Bear has been successful in a time when the entire music industry, not just the indie sector, has been suffering (their first record came out just about the time the industry was going into freefall). Marshall, on the other hand, achieved her first success in the mid-90s, when the music industry was drowning in money, and when alternative and indie acts were doing especially well (at least compared to the 80s, not to mention now). She was never a huge star, but she had, and has, a devoted following and a strong relationship with her record label; many of her fans stuck with her even as she fell apart before their eyes. It’s hard to believe she didn’t make more than a decent living, certainly a better one than the members of Grizzly Bear make now. And she had no one to spend it on but herself—herself and her alcoholism, that is.

Again, I’m not trying to pin blame on Marshall for her difficulties—no one becomes an alcoholic by choice—but to use her as an example of how difficult it is to make a living as a musician, even a moderately successful one, strikes me as ridiculous. Yes, things are worse for musicians than they used to be, but they’re worse for everybody than they used to be. It’s never been easy to make a living as a musician, and as the members of Grizzly Bear admit, they’re lucky to be able to do so, even if they can’t afford health insurance or to move out of their tiny apartments. But there’s a long history of musicians who have made things even harder for themselves, and whose difficulties had little or nothing to do with the state of the industry. The current music biz may make it harder for Marshall to pull out of her current situation—and I hope she does—but it didn’t cause it.

Hot 100 Roundup—3/12/11

Monday, March 7th, 2011

Jennifer Lopez featuring Pitbull—”On the Floor”
#9

Anyone with any sense knows why this debuted in the top ten. Lopez’s presence on American Idol may, in fact, be the only reason this record was made at all. Some people have already mentioned the irony involved in Lopez coaching singers when she doesn’t have much of a voice herself, but weak vocals are the least of this record’s problems, which is such a blatant grab-bag of current dance floor trends that even Pitbull sounds a little unsure of it. You can’t say Lopez and her producer, RedOne, aren’t up-to-date, but ripping off a track as recognizable as “Stereo Love” when it’s just peaked on the charts is about as daring as this record gets. For anyone who may have wondered whether it was RedOne or Lady Gaga who provided the creative firepower on The Fame, this should answer your questions quite nicely.

Glee Cast
“Don’t You Want Me”, #49
“Blame It (On the Alcohol)”, #55
“Tik Tok”, #61

Back to normal.

Wiz Khalifa featuring Too $hort—”On My Level”
#52

Not a terrible track, but the presence of Too $hort makes me question Khalifa’s judgement. Too $hort is now too old to indulge in stimulants himself, so instead he talks about getting girls loaded so he can have his way with them. What a guy. Is this why some people are raving about Khalifa? Because he’s bringing back “real”, stupidly sexist hip-hop? As if it ever went away.

Adele
“Someone Like You”, #65
“Set Fire To the Rain”, #88

Adele has a voice—when she isn’t blasting like an air raid siren she manages to be both growly and vulnerable, with a touch of hysteria thrown in for good measure—but these are terrible songs, if they can even be graced with the designation of song at all. They’re set pieces for her voice; the lyrical blather serves as nothing but an indicator of what she’s getting so upset about. She’s young yet, so maybe she’ll learn, and when she gets around to making 35 she may even have something to say. But since her sales are encouraging her in the wrong direction, I don’t hold out much hope.

Big Time Rush featuring Snoop Dogg—”Boyfriend”
#79

Snoop teaming up with this Nickelodeon-sponsored boy band has a lot of people shaking their heads, but other than their choice of words and their preferred stimulants (Big Time Rush are high on life, you see), I don’t see much difference. Both have fairly shallow ideas about love and romance, one the result of inexperience, the other the result of too much experience. Snoop, of course, is super cool while BTR gush, but while BTR sees nothing but the stars in their own eyes, Snoop sees nothing but Gucci bags and the size of her thighs. Since they’re both looking for the wrong things, why shouldn’t they search together?

Mike Posner featuring Lil Wayne—”Bow Chicka Wow Wow”
#82

Reviewed in Bubbling Under, 2/28/11

DJ Khaled featuring Rick Ross, Plies, Lil Wayne & T-Pain—”Welcome To My Hood”
#90

Reviewed in Bubbling Under, 2/28/11

Kirk Franklin—”I Smile”
#97

I’d never heard of Franklin before this, and since he doesn’t actually sing on this track, I thought he was some sort of Prosperity Gospel preacher. But he has a long history on the gospel circuit and seems to be the real thing, though you’d never know it by listening to this happy jingle for Jesus. Not that it blatantly advertises itself as such: for the most part it’s a positivity anthem with a few religious references thrown in. It’s essentially all chorus, and though it seems friendly enough at first, it gets cloying fast, and then it goes on and on and doesn’t leave you alone, like a cheerful bus stop proselytizer who doesn’t recognize the fine line between being friendly and being an irritant. Franklin actually starts out irritating by dedicating the song to “depression, recession, and unemployment”, no doubt for opening desperate people’s hearts to the message of the church. Which is one of the reasons I, and many others, hate the church to begin with.

Joe Nichols—”The Shape I’m In”
#98

Reviewed in Bubbling Under, 2/21/11

Aaron Lewis featuring George Jones & Charlie Daniels—”Country Boy”
#100

Reviewed in Bubbling Under, 2/21/11

Bubbling Under—2/21/11

Saturday, February 26th, 2011

Aaron Lewis featuring George Jones and Charlie Daniels—”Country Boy”
#102

It would be easy to write off this unbelievably horrible record as proof that Tea Partiers know even less about music than they do about American History and the Constitution, but the problem is more basic than that. Former Staind frontman Lewis shares the same delusion as too many heavy metal guys and lots of Tea Partiers: a fervent, defiant confidence in their own talent and beliefs that only grows in proportion to how much actual evidence stands against them. Like the failed American Idol auditioneers who can barely sing but are convinced they’re more talented than anyone else in the world, it’s a kind of blindness to self that seems inexplicable to anyone on the outside. It isn’t a Tea Party problem, it’s a human problem, and most likely one that can’t be cured. Unfortunately, sometimes they convince others to buy into their delusions, like George Jones, whose brief appearance as the devil fails to raise this even a notch out of the muck.

Joe Nichols—”The Shape I’m In”
#103

A good song, and when I fantasize about it being sung by a great vocalist like George Jones in his prime, or Merle Haggard, it seems like a great one. But Nichols isn’t Jones or Haggard, he’s just another competent country crooner with a decent ear for material. Not bad, but it could be so much more.

Jennifer Hudson—”Where You At”
#110

The regretful tone of this sets it off somewhat from the other Beyonce clones out there, though not by much. Besides, what makes Beyonce great is her refusal to express regret or make herself out to be a victim. This record, by the end, is wallowing in it. Beyonce rarely resorts to the sorts of vocal gimmicks Hudson does, either; she seems too determined to pack them in, even when they don’t fit.

Snoop Dogg—”Sweat”
#116

The “clean” version of “Wet” (funny, I never though of that as a word you couldn’t say on the radio), remixed by The Cataracs, who try their best but can’t seem to keep it as dirty as the original. Snoop’s electrically modified vocals are offputting and weird: he was never meant to be heard at that pitch, and somebody should have noticed that before this was put out.

Prince Royce—”Corazon Sin Cara”
#117

I can’t parse out all the Spanish, but the music is so pleasant and dreamy I figure he must be saying something nice. Probably loaded with cliche, too. A little too smooth and lightweight, but I like this.

Craig Campbell—”Family Man”
#119

Hey, if you’ve got a wife and kids to feed, any cliche that will get you on the radio is good enough, right?

New this week—12/6/09

Sunday, December 6th, 2009

Lady GaGa
“Telephone” (featuring Beyonce), #30
“Speechless”, #94

Despite it’s honest origins—GaGa says it was inspired by her father’s initial refusal to seek medical treatment for a heart condition—or maybe because of them, “Speechless” is a terrible song. If she was going to pay homage to Elton John, couldn’t she have picked a better album than Blues Moves as a model? “Telephone”, however, is something else, an inspired comic character sketch that’s not only catchy as hell but a lot smarter and deeper than it first appears. Beyonce doesn’t add much—she sounds petulant rather than fed-up, which doesn’t quite fit the song—but she doesn’t hurt, either. And I have to admit I’m impressed by GaGa’s willingness to play the fool—though she does overstep a few times: that Grand Central Station line may be a little too dumb.

Young Money featuring Lloyd—”Bedrock”
#36

I like the chorus and Lloyd’s Mr. Flinstone line, and it’s nice to hear a crew with a female rapper, but that’s about it. Even Lil Wayne sounds less than inspired. It goes on forever, too—what was it The Beastie Boys said about too many rappers?

Susan Boyle
“I Dreamed A Dream”, #62
“Wild Horses”, #98

The story of Susan Boyle holds such fascination that it’s hard not to wonder if the million people who have bought her album so far actually care what it sounds like. Her voice is interesting if only because, for a woman in her forties, it’s surprisingly girlish. Physically she sounds strong and mature, but her phrasing is often that of an adolescent—she’d be perfect for a guest spot on Glee. Her song choices seem eccentric at first, as well—“Wild Horses”, “Daydream Believer”, Madonna, Patti Griffin’s “Up To the Mountain” (which I’m willing to bet she first heard when Kelly Clarkson performed it on American Idol two years ago; her phrasing echoes Clarkson’s almost exactly)—but she reduces the tempo on most of the songs so much that the melodies all but disappear; they all sound like they came from an Andrew Lloyd Weber musical. I’m as touched by Boyle’s story as anyone, but she either doesn’t know, doesn’t care, or doesn’t really understand what most of these songs are about (especially “Wild Horses”, which is incomprehensible vocally—she slurs the lyrics even more than Jagger—and emotionally). The paradox is that if she understood what she was singing about, her story wouldn’t exist. Her well-documented emotional inexperience is at the root of her fairy tale, which would be impossible without it, but it doesn’t make for compelling music.

Beyonce faturing Lady GaGa—”Videophone”
#65

The spaghetti-western intro is a bit much, but for the most part this is Beyonce doing what Beyonce does best: luring young men to their doom. As a Siren no one can touch her, not even Lady Gaga, who shows up somewhere in the middle and contributes nothing but a touch of off-color kinkiness. If Beyonce ever put a whole album of this kind of stuff together, half the country’s male population would explode by the end of the fourth track. I’m surprised she hasn’t tried it.

Glee Cast
“True Colors”, #66
“Imagine”, #67

Awful as usual—to be honest I couldn’t get through a single listening of either one. What may be even worse for the show is that these song choices suggest the writers have already run out of ideas—and they haven’t even finished the first season yet.

Chris Brown—”Crawl”
#68

Brown’s first stage of his career rehabilitation, “I Can Transform Ya”, has stalled on the charts (it’s selling well enough but it’s dying on radio), so here he shifts gears with an attempt at an uplifting power ballad. Clever in it’s way, but nothing you haven’t heard before. Despite it’s universalist tone, however, it seems to be directed not towards the downtrodden of the earth but towards a certain former partner in a collapsed relationship: “We can crawl back to love”, he assures her. I understand his motivation, but you have to wonder just how long Brown’s audience will be willing to watch him squirm. Another single as lame as this and we’ll have our answer.

Timbaland featuring Nelly Furtado & SoShy—”Morning After Dark”
#76

This is a well-crafted piece of nonsense that doesn’t take off the way it should. It sounds like they had a lot of fun making it, but there’s too much going on and the track gets weighed down by trickery. I sure would like to know what “When the cats come out the bats come out to play” means, though.

Birdman featuring Drake & Lil Wayne—”4 My Town (Play Ball)”
#90

I don’t understand why Birdman isn’t a bigger star. He has Lil Wayne’s full support, and his records, though not revolutionary in any way, are inventive and and clever enough to get your full attention, at least as long as the song is playing. They do tend to fade from memory quickly when they’re over, though. This is his best since “Always Strapped”, but at this point I’m not sure that’s going to make much difference, even with Lil Wayne and Drake providing decent guest spots.

Francesca Battistelli—”It’s Your Life”
#95

More helpful homilies layered in pop cliches from a contemporary Christian singer. Not sure what kind of Christian she is, though: on her website she quotes E.M. Forster, who was not only a self-declared humanist, but gay. He also wasn’t Jesus, who isn’t quoted anywhere on the site. She does disrespect Forster somewhat by misspelling his name, but I don’t think that will cut her any slack with the fundamentalist crowd.

Trace Adkins—”All I Ask For Anymore”
#99

Extra-strength country sentimentality with added vocal syrup. I’m sure Adkins is sincere in his way, but the Sunday-school-like chorus is shameless, and when he lowers the baritone boom at the end all I can do is laugh.

Billy Currington—”That’s How Country Boys Roll”
#100

Did you know that country boys like pickup trucks, fishing, chewing tobacco, George Jones, and their mama? Me neither. Thanks for letting us know, Billy. You can go back to the holla now.