Spectral Mornings 2015: video
Premiere: View charity single promo as Steve teams up with Magenta, Big Big Train and Steven Wilson band members for Parkinson’s disease.
Magenta mastermind Rob Reed has launched a video to accompany Steve Hackett’s charity release of Spectral Mornings.
It was recorded to support Parkinson’s Society UK, featuring Reed and bandmate Christina Booth alongside Big Big Train’s David Longdon and Nick D’Virgilio plus Nick Beggs of Steven Wilson’s band.
Reed decided to cover Hackett’s 1979 solo album title track because he’d always admired the piece. He recently said: “I thought it would be amazing to re-record with the addition of lyrics.
“David wrote them and we did a demo, which sounded fantastic. I had the idea of a duet, so we asked Christina. Steve kindly agreed to play guitar on the track, which was wonderful.
“I really think we have been respectful to the original piece and hopefully brought something new to it as well.”
This new version of the song is absolutely superb!!!
Last night at the Hard Rock Vancouver there was a most excellent concert by the supremely talented Bend Sinister.
The top-notch show featured a terrific selection of cuts from these jaw-dropping albums, plus some super-fun covers of Foreigner’s “Cold as Ice” and Queen’s “We Are the Champions” (and the band even doodled around with Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin” during sound check as they jokingly played along with the canned tunes piped in on the casino’s house music system).
As a special treat, they added an extra band member to play trumpet for the evening and to add her voice to the gratifyingly thick mix of vocal harmonies.
The band said they were currently working on new material to record. We can all look forward to their next release and the subsequent tour.
Recently they have been touring Canada, the US, and Europe in support of Animals. Check out the epic prog-length opening track from the Animals disc, “Best of You,” with which they closed last night’s show (before doing Queen as the encore).
Certainly one of the single best songs of 2015. So, so beautiful.
“Please take my sorrow far from me.”
Progarchy would like to wish a slightly belated happy birthday (April 20) to the king of cool, the god of the drums, the one, the only, MIKE PORTNOY! Mike, thank you so much for your contributions to music over the years. Your music is incredible, and we anxiously await your future releases. You truly are the best!
This is very good news:
Says Kerzner of their first group writing session: “Almost immediately it felt like no time had passed and it was great to see everybody again… We never really had the chance to explore writing and recording together as a four-piece. It was always from either a song Simon or I brought in, or a three-piece collaboration with either Matt or Kelly on guitar and bass. To me, this album [already] has more of a true rock band feel to it.”
Sound Of Contact are on a creative roll and hope the as-yet-untitled album will be released early next year, although they’ve yet to finalise its themes.
Physicist Paul Halpern has a unique interview with Tears for Fears’ Roland Orzabal about quantum physics:
Quantum indeterminacy is normally not the stuff of hit singles or music videos. Yet for a brief shining moment in the mid-1990s it was. After reading numerous popular accounts of physics, songwriter and musician Roland Orzabal, co-founder of Tears for Fears, delved into such ideas in the lyrics of two of his songs: “Schrödinger’s Cat” and “God’s Mistake.” I was privileged to interview him about the background behind those works.
Regards, these are. And I give my regards to Broadway. Broadway is a street I’ve never seen. New York is a city that I’ve never seen.
Oh, I’ve seen it on television, of course. But that opens a question about seeing. As if the questions up to now have not been about seeing. But regarding in the sense intended here is not just seeing, if by seeing you mean only some mysterious physiological alignment of rods, cones, and wavelengths. Wavelengths are those things that we’re supposedly “on.” Together, we are supposedly on them. “On the same wavelength.”
I’m thinking of how I see the things that I’ve never really seen. I have regard, or a regard, for a thing that I’ve never regarded in person, “in the flesh” (“Pink isn’t well, he stayed back at the hotel”). To listen in a way that makes the listening a gaze… doesn’t that mean seeing what one has never seen? Isn’t it like going somewhere that you’ve never gone?
If I tell you to give my regards, it means that I won’t be there. And it might be that my regards are just like that. They might be the regards of someone who is never there. I think that I’ve become Rael (become real?), waiting for the windshield, caught in the cage, slipping into the doktor’s waiting room, chasing the raven… But I’ve never been there, and I have not seen any of those things. My regard is from here, not from there. I’m live, but not in person.
This is not just a spatial dislocation made metaphorical. It’s more like a metaphysical mark of music. No, scratch that; not music as thing. It’s latent in any listening. Let’s not forget that listening is a verb. It seems like the doings of many verbs can be done, can be accomplished. But a verb, just insofar as it is a verb, is a doing rather than a done/accomplished. If it’s present tense, that is. And the verb ‘listening’ can be present tense even though I am not present. I have to be absent in order to send my regards. So the regard is a present-tense non-presence. And hopefully when I send it, it comes as a present (a gift).
Consider Rael’s story in this regard (ah, see what I did there?): His “problem” is that he must get his own regard, and give his own regards (to Broadway, among other places). He keeps finding himself in different places, different spaces, maybe even different worlds. He wonders at that uncanny window in the bank above the gorge, where is “home,” as opposed to just another dream. To have a regard toward home, to send one’s regards there, involves leaving home. It’s a window, so it seems like he can go back, but can he go back? Can we ever go back? Is going back just the same, in the end, as stepping into another dream?
And a possible kicker: Is finding the regard, sending the regards, ultimately seeing… is it the same as no longer regarding “the problem” as a problem?
Suppose it really is only knock and knowall.
Suppose you’ve got to get out to get in.
Hop on that misty mountain. (“And baby, baby, baby, do ya like it?”)
That we CAN like it. That would be good news. Take it, with my regards.
Mark Judge writes:
For the past several years my favorite band has been The Twilight Sad, a group from a small town in Scotland. The Twilight Sad mixes Scottish folk melodies with driving rock rhythms and swirling noise. The effect is both hypnotic and exhilarating; the songs delve into tragic themes: love lost, grief, death, betrayal and lies. This has earned the band’s style the nickname “Scottish miserablism” in the press. This is a cheap term that reveals secular bias of the entertainment press. Rock critics love anger, aggression, and rage; what they can’t tolerate or understand is the “swath of pure beauty and mystical awe” that Lester Bangs identified.
It is that holy swath that informs the best pop music, from the Beatles to ballads of Sam Smith, from the Catholic-saturated imagery of Bruce Springsteen’s songs to the dream world of Taylor Swift’s “Wildest Dreams.” It’s the God thing.
In his piece on poptimism, Chris Richards writes: “For a good critic, listening to a recording should be like a skeptical stroll around the new-car lot, not an unwrapping frenzy on Christmas morning.” He has it exactly backwards. Listening to a new pop music record should have exactly the anticipation of Christmas morning. Although if it turns out to be a truly great work, I would use a different example from the liturgical calendar to describe the experience: Good Friday followed by Easter Sunday.