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Stop Smiling
August 2008
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Inside its worn blue cover, the book Hollywood: All About Motion Pictures is a priceless bit of studio-era propaganda. Published in 1940, the pocket-sized book talks about “the materials for making a picture,” ranging from the grand studio lots to the need for a prop boy (the person who needs to “see that the cigarette is at hand when the lover needs it”). It’s part of an antiquated series of English language books meant to increase vocabulary and share “the discoveries by which the Earth has been made to seem smaller.”

Few things have conspired to make the world seem smaller than the emergence of English as the lingua franca, a common tongue for much of the global business world and the language of choice for Hollywood’s oversaturation of world media. For decades, this development has made language lessons a key source of income and opportunity for English-speaking expats. Explain obscure tenses, collocations, prepositions and idioms — and see the world. While the stereotype of expat instructors — recent college grads pursuing international exploits while learning pedagogy on the fly — can be true, the English as a Second Language (ESL) industry is both more grown up and expansive than you might expect.

“If you consider the fact that there are more people learning English in China than there are native English people in the world, it starts to put things into scope and perspective,” says Ben Ward, editor of ESL Magazine. “I’ve heard people say the ESL industry is second to the trade in narcotics. It’s a pretty big figure.”
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Stop Smiling
August 2008
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Jazz history is filled with examples of Europeans embracing underappreciated American artists. But the circumstances surrounding BYG/Actuel, a short-lived French label dedicated to the late Sixties avant-garde, set it apart. The label’s seminal releases — from trumpeter Don Cherry’s contemplative duets to saxophonist Archie Shepp’s sultry Blasé to sessions led by lesser-known players like Clifford Thornton — catalog a collective achievement in sound from a roster of mostly expatriates.

“It’s a total unraveling of sound,” says Jeff Jackson, a critic and co-author of the blog Destination: Out. “You get three vectors coming into one place — back to the source African music, European high gloss cultural appreciation and American jazz.”

The Parisian label was a spin-off of Actuel magazine, founded in 1968 by editor, producer and occasional drummer Claude Delcloo. Born out of the student movement, the edgy arts publication attracted the attention of photographer Jacques Bisceglia, Jean-Luc Young and Jean Georgakarakos (later just Karakos), hence the label’s title, BYG (though Bisceglia maintains the “B” comes from an investor named Boroseau).

His initial or not, Bisceglia, a veteran jazz fan, was crucial in assembling talent. During a July 1969 trip to the Pan-African Festival in Algiers — where Nina Simone and Stokely Carmichael crossed orbits — Bisceglia recorded a transcendent performance featuring nomadic native drummers jamming with Archie Shepp and an all-star American ensemble. All soon traveled to Paris. Bisceglia contacted Chicagoan Steve McCall, a drummer and member of the Association for the Advancement of Creative Musicians (AACM). Some of McCall’s friends and fellow musicians — a theatrical, groundbreaking group labeled the Art Ensemble of Chicago by a French promoter — recorded three discs for BYG.

“People said we were recording artists people didn’t want to hear,” says Bisceglia. “We didn’t realize we were making historical records.”

In contrast to New York, where opportunities were drying up, Paris proved a creative mecca. BYG started recording in August 1969 at both Studio Davout and Studio Ossian in Montmartre, focusing on experimentation, with artists rotating ensembles and taking bold risks. According to pianist Dave Burrell, who played alongside Shepp and others and led two BYG sessions, the atmosphere was the antithesis of “New York uptightness” — you could sip wine to relax, women brought in fried chicken for lunch, and many of the musicians mixed after hours at Storyville, a Latin Quarter bar Bisceglia managed.

“We were so high off of the experience of playing in Algeria that Paris seemed like dessert after the main course,” says Burrell. “It was like going to a big party every morning. Who are you going to record with today?”

In the end, the feeling of energy and emancipation was unsustainable. In October 1969, BYG spent profusely to fund the Festival Actuel, a nexus of outré music featuring label-affiliated free jazz, Pink Floyd and Captain Beefheart. Recording slowed down and by 1973, mistakes and disorganization led to bankruptcy. Karakos, who later ran Celluloid Records and helped promote the “Lambada” craze in 1989, sold his shares to Young, who now runs the Charly label. Claims of financial impropriety and shortchanging artists have dogged the label and subsequent reissues — Bisceglia himself has sued Young multiple times. But nothing diminishes the label’s recorded legacy, injecting optimism into the avant-garde.

“I think about painters struggling, then their work gets celebrated,” says Burrell. “The boom in Paris gave us hope we could be appreciated. It helped us get that satisfaction.”

Travel Feature
Chicago Tribune
August 10, 2008

Say what you will about the healing properties of mud baths, saunas or lavender-scented candles, but soaking in a stainless-steel tub filled with Czech beer put my body and soul at ease.

I was in the brick-lined cellar of Prave Pivni Lazni (original beer spa), run by the Chodovar brewery in the tiny Czech town of Chodova Plana, and I was about to slip naked into the first tub I’d ever seen with taps for hot water, cold water and bathing beer.

Alone behind a curtain, I disrobed and stepped in, parting the beer foam that had settled on top of the heated blend of half Il-Sano mineral water and half dark lager. Warmed to 93 degrees Fahrenheit and mixed with curative herbs, confetti-sized bits of hops and yeast, this murky bathwater was far from thirst-quenching, which made the cold glass of lager resting on a nearby empty keg so welcome.

Though the situation suggested it, this wasn’t a beer commercial or hedonistic frat party. Enveloped in the warm brew, I could hear the small talk and splish-splash of nearby couples enjoying a soak together in larger tubs. The background music was instrumental smoothness and show tunes—not Lynyrd Skynyrd—and the friendly Czech women who worked at the spa and pointed to the locker room were far from bikini-clad fantasy objects.

Chodovar brewery manager Mojmir Prokes explained that the treatment was inspired in part by ancient Egyptian beer traditions and designed by Dr. Roman Vokaty, a specialist in bath therapies, from the nearby spa town of Marianske Lazni.

“We wanted to provide wellness for our hotel guests and give them something special,” Prokes said. “It’s not a Czech tradition yet, but it will be.”
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Interview
Earplug
July 2008

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Opening with the sampled sound of Godzilla’s piercing roar, LA-bred producer and DJ Flying Lotus lit up the crowd at Slovakia’s recent Wilsonic Festival, confidently barreling through a set that segued between original compositions, Madlib joints, MF Doom rhymes, and even dubstep from Burial. Like the shifting, restless music on his new Warp album, Los Angeles, the mix suggested he’s fervently trying to redefine the downtempo, hip-hop-oriented template. Earplug’s Patrick Sisson sat down with Flying Lotus right before his Wilsonic set and discussed his big break on Adult Swim, the whip test, and growing up in the shadow of jazz legends John and Alice Coltrane.

Earplug: How has Los Angeles influenced your music?
Flying Lotus: Anybody who creates art is a mirror for his surroundings. You’ll ultimately be inspired by where you are. When I’m in London, it’s a different vibe. When the weather’s shitty over there, it’s all depressing and dreary, and that rubs off on the music. What I love about LA is that it can be pretty and ugly; it can be fun and exciting; and it can also be very laid back. You have the mountains and beaches; you can go to the woods and the desert. We’re a little spoiled.

EP: How did your aunt, Alice Coltrane, influence your philosophy on life and music?
FL: It’s more life than music. She set such a crazy example. She had so many people around her who were dedicated to learning from her. For the longest time, I never understood why she had all these devotees. I realized growing up that she was heavy — a very serious, spiritual person. People say she was a “God-realized” person, but it’s way deeper than that surface one-liner about her. She just wanted to help people, especially those trying to create.
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Earplug
July 2008

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It’s not uncommon for DJs to find their names on the charts, but few see themselves listed as author of a New York Times Notable Book of the Year. London’s Ben Watt received the honor for Patient, his 1998 account of his battle with the rare Churg-Strauss syndrome.

But then, few lead lives with such eclectic headlines: rock star marries musical partner (Tracey Thorn, his collaborator in Everything But the Girl); disease survivor pens inspiring tale of survival; musician starts second life as a successful producer, DJ, and promoter.

The latest chapter in Watt’s tale revolves around Buzzin’ Fly, the house label he launched in 2003. Five years on, the imprint has become a home for eclectic deep house (the newly released 5 Golden Years in the Wilderness offers a three-CD retrospective celebrating the anniversary). Watt rang up Earplug’s Patrick Sisson from his studio to discuss label dynamics, the post-punk era, and being a famous father.

Earplug: With so many labels going the mix-CD route, why did you decide to release the anniversary compilation unmixed?
Ben Watt: I feel that the idea of the mix CD is under pressure at the moment because there’s so much competition. We’re so well served with podcasts and instant streams and live sets from gigs. So let’s just go the other route. Let’s do a triple album where every track is unmixed, and then people can have as much as they want. Take ’em to the salad bar, let them grab their plate. I felt that it was in keeping with the openness of the label.

EP: What was the inspiration behind your more rock-oriented Strange Feeling label?
BW: I was a teenager in the late ’70s and made my first record in the early ’80s. That period clearly goes down in pop history. I think people often forget that it was not only an era of great experimentalism and underground music, but also that disco was cool. When I was growing up, I was listening to Chic, Loose Ends, and Earth, Wind & Fire at the same time I was listening to the Clash and Subway Sect. They were two concurrent sounds that both seemed very fresh. It just felt so normal at the time. I started Strange Feeling because that’s the era I came from, when everything was possible.
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Book Review
Playboy.com
July 2008

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Old Rare New: The Independent Record Shop
by Emma Pettit
Black Dog Publishing, 144 pages, Paperback $29.95
Reviewed by Patrick Sisson

In an essay at the end of Old Rare New, music critic Simon Reynolds observes that, “used CD stores really are like the mass graves of mass culture.” It’s funny, but it also puts things into perspective. Unlike the specialty record stores held up as symbols of the cruel and unfeeling march of digital culture, used CD stores truly are commerce on life support.

Old Rare New, a massive chronicle of vinyl culture edited by Emma Pettit, arrives at a time when angst over the decline of record shopping is chronic. This well-illustrated volume of interviews and essays by critics, collectors, musicians, DJs and record store owners is as eclectic, fetishistic (and occasionally elitist) as its subject matter would suggest. The focus is on personal stories of eager collectors and dusty vinyl dens, along with their reaction to file-sharing, eBay and Amazon, the “ghost record clerk to the world” according to contributor Byron Coley. Bob Stanley’s piece, “Give Me Your Zonophone Number” dissects how previous technological sea changes like electrified studios and vacuum tubes altered recorded music. Chicago psych lynchpin Steve Krakow shares his wish list of rare vinyl, both extravagant and endearing.

Clearly, the case for vinyl’s worth has been made. In between album cover porn and photos of record stores, a chorus of those quoted in the book decries vinyl’s demise, while a handful lists the positives of the net’s unfathomable depths. Just as the surface thrills of extraordinary cover art can be a reflection of the wild music inside, the record-to-MP3 shift is symbolic of a change in the way people collect, consume and conceive music. Old Rare New dutifully documents vinyl’s past and talks about its future — which ironically includes some thriving online retail — enough to avoid being a complete requiem. It would have been a welcome addition to engage, envision or interview the digital future, no matter how over-compressed and tinny it sounds.

Interview
Pitchfork
July 2008
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Prague’s Palác Akropolis, the concert venue where the Notwist started it’s current tour, is located in a patchwork neighborhood of slightly faded buildings which sit in the shadows of the Žižkov TV tower, a spaceship-like structure and the lone eyesore in the city’s quaint skyline. It’s a fitting contrast for the German band, which has arrived at a unique fusion of pastoral beauty and quirky electronics after nearly two decades of performing together. The band’s latest, the somber The Devil, You + Me, builds on the group’s breakout 2002 album Neon Golden with an even richer sound, due in part to contributions from the experimental Andromeda Mega Express Orchestra. The band’s guitarist and singer Markus Acher spoke to Pitchfork backstage during sound check in Prague, and as the band’s oddly soothing German GPS system occasionally spoke up in the background, he discussed Dax Pierson’s influence on the new album, his struggles with singing in English, and how you, too, can book the Acher family band for your next birthday party.

Pitchfork: Back in 1999, you wrote a handful of songs for a film called Absolute Giganten, which was about German youth trying to escape small town life and see the world. Coming from Weilheim, a town of about 20,000 people, does that theme resonate with you?
Markus Acher: It’s a theme that is always present. In a way, it was also the reason to start making music. It was such a small town, so conservative and so boring, so we were really addicted to any input from other places, anything that made the world bigger, like lots of American music. It’s not that urgent anymore, but it’s still a feeling I know very well. On the new record, there are still lots of these sorts of images.

Pitchfork: You guys haven’t left. You still live there and Alien Transistor, your new studio, is nearby. What keeps you grounded in the area?
Markus Acher: I guess it’s the knowledge that it’s very good to stay with something and work on it. We couldn’t have done what we did musically, with so many groups, if we went somewhere else. Everybody would have gone somewhere else and we wouldn’t have worked together. It became interesting for us to tour and to have this kind of base.

Pitchfork: Your father, a musician who plays various instruments, taught you and Micha when you were kids. You two also play with him right now in the New Orleans Dixie Stompers. Can you tell me a little bit about that group and what it’s like playing with your father?
Markus Acher: Micha and me started playing music on recorders, the typical children’s instrument. We started playing Bavarian folk music, and then my father taught me guitar and Micha bass and trumpet. My dad is a big jazz fan, especially New Orleans swing and Dixie. His big dream was that him and his two sons would form a Dixieland band. He plays trombone and Micha already learned trumpet. I learned clarinet, but then I switched, because I didn’t like it very much, and started learning drums for the band. [The Stompers] actually started around the same time as the Notwist.
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Prague Post
June 25th, 2008
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His spurs jangling and his hat tilted low, the cowboy snubbed out his cigarette, adjusted his holster and stepped to the line. He wasted little time. His Winchester rifle flashed, coughing up bitter gun smoke and spitting spent cartridges in a wobbly arc toward the back brim of his hat. He then pumped his shotgun, squeezing out a resonating series of booms and littering the grass with plastic shells. He finished by flashing twin Colt revolvers, drilling his targets in quick succession.

Until the dull beep of a palm-size timer signaled the end of this barrage of bullets, it could have been any stock close-up from a silver-screen cowboy serial. But this particular scene, repeated numerous times at Přelouč’s Sportovně střelecký klub shooting range in May, was just a snapshot of members of the Czech Republic’s Asociace westernových střelců (AWS) at a Cowboy Action Shooting event.

Part target shooting and part re-enactment, Cowboy Action Shooting (CAS) is an international gun sport wherein participants fire replica weapons and dress in vintage gear.

Most days, the 120 or so Czech members of AWS are computer specialists, consultants, truck drivers, police officers or other everyday occupations. But, during select weekends each year, they don vests, boots, leather gear and cowboy hats and become gunslingers known by nicknames like Gatling, Thunderman, Big Bison or Widowmaker.

Josef Minhola, a 41-year-old truck driver from south Moravia, thought nothing of driving for hours to join his fellow shooters at Přelouč. He loves Dances With Wolves, and made all of his gear himself, including a pair of leather chaps.
“I’m very happy to be in this group,” he said. “I like the romance and the atmosphere. It’s my hobby.”
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XLR8R
May 2008
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It felt absolutely, resolutely endless. Gothic grey streaks and storm clouds splayed for miles across the Bristol, U.K. skyline, comprising the daily view from Portishead’s perch at the top of band member Adrian Utley’s stately, two century-old Georgian house. Camped out in the top two floors of studio space, the band was entrenched in an interminable stretch of music-making, broken occasionally by talking, fiddling with vintage instruments, and drinking tea.

Progress was slow, and the trio was frustrated. They pined for ideas and concepts, abstracts which often felt as tangible as white sand slipping through bony fingers. The self-imposed pressure was evident. When the group first approached Island Records about making another album–their first new material in nearly a decade–in early 2007, they had seven finished tracks. A year later, they were back down to six.

The band struggled to find a new sound–one that didn’t just revisit the dark trip-hop blueprint that made them famous–while grappling with unease at the state of the modern world and its wars.

“I feel like Rowdy Roddy Piper in They Live,” says band member Geoff Barrow of his sense of disconnection from society. “I feel that if I put glasses on, I would be surrounded by a bunch of aliens.”
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Book Review
Playboy.com
May 2008

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True Norwegian Black Metal
by Peter Beste
Vice Books, 208 pages, Hardcover $60.00
Reviewed by Patrick Sisson

The members of the seminal Norwegian black metal band Mayhem remembered their former vocalist Dead, who committed suicide in 1991, in their own way. According to legend, bits of his skull were made into necklaces the band would later wear on stage.

The extreme form of metal music that emerged in Norway during the late ’80s and early ’90s lends itself to hyperbolic and hysterical media (first thoroughly chronicled in the 1998 cult classic Lords of Chaos). Any scene where piles of decapitated sheep heads are considered stage props and whose musicians have names like Necrobutcher and Count Grishnackh usually does. What makes True Norwegian Black Metal, a collection of essays and the work of American photographer Peter Beste, not just freakish but intriguing is that it resists tabloid urges and lets the images and artists speak for themselves.

Beste became an insider after a decade of traveling to Norway and documenting bands, and his photos are striking. Black-and-white shots of pale, scowling singers in corpsepaint and leather, walking through moss-covered woods or icy wasteland, make Alice Cooper and Gene Simmons look like cartoons in comparison. Beste doesn’t candy-coat or excuse the dark music’s literary touchstones — a blend of dark philosophy, Pagan rites, Satanism and Lovecraft and Tolkien mythology — or criminal past. His introduction discusses the spate of metal-related church burnings in Norway in the early ’90s. An in-depth timeline ties together the music’s myriad dark influences.

An essay by Slayer magazine editor Metalion talks about the origins of the movement and Dead’s violent suicide as well as the murder of bandmate Euronymous, which form a tragic thread in the story of Mayhem. “The distinction between fantasy and reality was becoming blurred,” Metalion wrote of the period after the suicide. There is little critical analysis of the actual music, so in some ways the book presupposes readers are already fans. But the strength of the personalities and images collected in True Norwegian Black Metal make it more a vivid portrait of an extreme subculture than fanboy raving.