Matt Stevens Gets Lucid

It is with unbridled delight that I report:  The wondrous alchemy of The Fierce and the Dead is apparently fully compatible with ongoing servings of scrumptious solo work from guitarist Matt Stevens.

What occurs to me most immediately and forcefully is the word ‘LOOSED,’ though pronounced “loo-sid.”  Mere Matt Stevens is loosed upon the world, and one cares little as he begins to play whether there is a center that holds, or if it’s some kind of periphery without center along which we are careering.  To get loosed (loo-sid) is to be released.  The loosed and lucid journey is one on which I am willing to go, for I’ve come to know that I’m in good hands when he is at the helm.  (This is, at least in part, because he seems to know when NOT to steer.)

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Lucidity is a kind of clearness.  It’s a kind of consciousness for which the object of consciousness is accessible, near rather than far (even when it’s neither here nor there).  Matt’s version of being lucid is not some algorithmic calculation that would still the rush of experience into a finalized stasis.  We begin with an ecstatic embrace of tension that is built into the very saying of it (“Oxymoron”), and many of the tracks keep the motifs of motion and journey in the foreground (“Flow,” “Unsettled”, “The Other Side,” “The Ascent,” “The Bridge).

But soon we find some kind of mystery in “Coulrophobia” (fear of clowns).  How strange, as I had not yet seen or heard this new disc when I wrote my last Look at The Lamb, where fearing clowns did come up, and where there was (among other things) some sort of plea that we NOT always insist on lucidity, at least in certain ways and in certain settings.  I get no sense here exactly what it is about clowns that one might fear, but I do get the sense that this (i.e., not having that sense) is exactly the locus of its power.

“The Bridge,” by being the longest of the tracks, presents itself as a kind of exclamation, asking to be heard “over and above” the other tracks, in some sense.  I hear it asking to be the key, as in a key to a map.  Hearing the whole disc through “The Bridge” is encountering an unabashed, loving commitment to composition, with few points for comparison in broadly “prog” music aside from Frank Zappa and Robert Fripp.  Like both, Matt will reliably entertain and amaze, but never at the cost of acting as midwife to the particular musical shape that is emerging in the clay on his wheel.  My second listen to the disc was sideways, first “The Bridge,” and then back out into the aural archipelago that surrounds it, as if they were destinations reached by crossing that Bridge.

(“KEA” and “The Boy” especially remind us what a cornucopia the acoustic guitar remains, despite its being so ubiquitous for decades in popular music.)

If we stay with that “sideways” direction of listening, then consider the title track as the final one.  Remember that we might use the word “lucid” not only to describe a way of being conscious from within, but also to mark the way in which the Other’s consciousness is there, is present, is detectable.  If a healthcare professional pronounces someone “lucid,” it is based on output, on performance.  Heard against the background of the entire disc, and as the answer to those exploratory questions, Matt’s answer is forthright and clear.  Though I’m no professional in these matters, I’m willing to make the pronouncement nonetheless:  Few guitarists, and indeed few musicians, are as completely and wonderfully musically lucid as Matt Stevens.

Get Lucid!

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Dennis DeYoung of Styx- Live in Joliet, IL

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As I was driving home for spring break this past Friday, I was listening to my favorite radio station in Chicago, 890 AM WLS, and I hear the melodious voice of Roe Conn say that Dennis DeYoung was going to be interviewed on the radio in the coming minutes. That was enough to make the traffic I was cursing through almost bearable. The purpose of the interview was to promote a show that DeYoung is playing this coming Saturday, March 15, at the Rialto Square Theater in Joliet, Illinois. This made me about swerve off the road, since my parents just moved to a town outside Joliet last Wednesday. Game on. Three tickets purchased, and I cannot wait. 

Several years ago I saw Dennis DeYoung give a free concert for a Fourth of July celebration. My Dad dragged me to it, and I had never heard of DeYoung or Styx before. I was still rather new to prog at the time, but what I heard astounded me. Within the few days after seeing that concert, I acquired a copy of The Grand Illusion, and I fell in love with it. But what was truly amazing was how Dennis DeYoung’s voice has not changed at all since that album was made. He sounds as good today as the day the album was cut. He even sang a few bars of “Lady” over the radio the other day, and he was spot on. So now that I have had a chance to appreciate the music of Styx before hearing it live, I get the opportunity to hear Dennis DeYoung perform the greatest hits of Styx again. It will be awesome. 

So if you happen to be near the Chicago area this Saturday night around 8 PM, I highly recommend going to this concert. Tickets are going fast for this event, so order quickly before they are all gone. 

Click here for more info about the show and ticket information: http://dennisdeyoung.com/tour/details.asp?id=395

I’ll certainly post a review of the show soon after the euphoria wears off and I settle back into school. I honestly cannot think of a better way to end spring break than to see Dennis DeYoung singing “Come Sail Away.” Good times. 

Iceberg Soul by newspaperflyhunting

ImageThere is a source in some high valley at the top of the earth that spills out sound like a breached dam every time the earth tips a little off its crooked course.  I’ve never been but I hear it.  It’s in the music that sounds instantly familiar while being new, carrying an exoticism that is self-defined, so that as I wonder at what I hear, what I hear comes to define the place of its source, unknowable until the moment of that thing, that liquid spirit, that exceeds the recognizable patterns of the simple modulation of air pressure inside my head.

Which is to say I now know something of Poland.

That something is newspaperflyhunting, whose new record Iceberg Soul flooded the Plain of Progarchy this weekend.  It’s hard to make a record this strange and good, one tethered to its bit of earth while allowed to float free, to feel realized and yet maintain the rough edges of exploration.  If Iceberg Soul compares favorably to certain predecessors — I hear an odd pastiche of Amon Duul II’s Carnival in Babylon and the Cranberries’ Everybody Else is Doing It, and even a touch of Lal Waterson’s Once in a Blue Moon — it may outdo these worthy companions in its marrying of songcraft and texture, where the resemblance to the great bands of California’s psychedelic revival of the 1980s and 1990s — Opal, Rain Parade, Mazzy Star, Thin White Rope, Green on Red come to mind — seems more apropos.  Noisy electro-acoustic freakouts punctuate beautiful melodies and uneasy lyrical flights, the accented English toughening the song in just the same way Nico could, not fearing to sound lovely and unpretty.  Repetition and drone play important, alchemical roles, and the opening “My Iceberg Soul” is bookended by the closing of “Your Iceberg Soul,” where the repeated title phrase turns through my head and into “your eyes burn so.”  A slight black metal or goth current shades the music towards darkness, but the arrangements, which include Fender Rhodes piano, artfully blended vocals drifting in and out of harmony, and one of the most perfectly balanced mixes I can think of (maybe Gazpacho’s Night comes close), leaven the ultimate results back to something far more complex than any monochrome mood.

Not knowing anything about the Polish music scene or even its broader culture is, I recognize, a shortcoming in approaching Iceberg Soul, but I gotta tell you is also something of a thrill.  I feel like there may be territory to yet explore, and in exploring perhaps I stumble upon a certain high valley….

Get it at bandcamp: http://newspaperflyhunting.bandcamp.com/

The Unbreakable Glass Hammer

My copy of Lex Rex, signed by Steve Babb.
My copy of Lex Rex, signed by Steve Babb.

Ode to Echo comes out in two days.  I have yet to hear it, but I love everything Glass Hammer has done thus far.  My words and thoughts regarding one of my favorite bands at Catholic World Report.

A scratchy LP, probably on a phonograph player from the 1930s or so, begins playing and a man clears his throat. Horns and woodwinds slowly swell and unveil, coming into tune in the background, finding a place in the rotating spheres.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to this evening’s performance, Babb and Schendel’s musical extravaganza, Lex Rex, a tale of the ancient world. The conductor is ready.  The actors and actresses are all assembled. So, without further ado, Lex Rex.

A gorgeous organ, something straight out of an early Genesis album, is followed by soaring Yes-like guitars. The two syncopate. Drums, voices, and bass join in. So, it begins, and the spheres rotate quickly now.

To keep reading, please go here: http://www.catholicworldreport.com/Item/2988/the_music_of_glass_hammer_an_appreciation.aspx

The Reasoning Honor Owain Roberts

reasoning missing personsFrom our friends, Matt and Rachel Cohen, of that astounding band, The Reasoning.  God bless, the Welsh.

Two years is a very long time, and yet it passes by so quickly. What have we really done over the past couple of years that we truly remember? How many people have we passed in the street and paid them no real attention? After all, why should we? What kinds of opportunities to visit particular places have we turned down over the past twenty-four months, or decided against… and what impact might those decisions have had on the present? Fate, destiny – an infinite number of questions, so many uncertainties, and endless faces in the crowd as we rush busily around in our day-today lives.

We all have our private moments of reflection, and we have certainly experienced many of those ourselves over the past couple of years. Quite honestly, not a day goes by when we don’t reflect on the “what ifs”. Could we have done more? Should we have tried the phone just one more time? Where on earth do we start to look? It goes without saying that we’re unable to answer a single one of these questions. We’ve therefore decided do something that is within our power to help maintain the search for our dear friend Owain and, in doing so, to raise some money for a wonderful charity that helps the families and friends of missing people.

This is how it’s going to work. On the second anniversary of Owain’s disappearance – March10th 2014 – we will be releasing as a download single a reworked song that Owain, Matt and Rach wrote together, entitled Pale Criminal. The track originally appeared on our EP And Another Thing……. This was in fact the last time that Owain wrote, recorded and played with the band. The song has subsequently taken on a huge personal meaning for all of us who share the great memories of having worked so closely together with Owain.

The track has been rearranged and recorded with just piano and vocals, and is beautiful, haunting, and very poignant. We hope very much that when you hear it, you will be reminded of the wonderful soul and spirit that Owain possesses. We also hope that the single will not only help to remind Owain that he is still greatly missed, but to raise awareness for missing persons more broadly, too. The single will only be available through our BandCamp site thereasoning.bandcamp.com with all proceeds going to www.missingpeople.org.uk.

Owain, if you read this, hear the song or just feel the need to reach out, please get in touch and come home to your family and friends. We love you and we miss you xx

#findowainroberts

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Blood, sweat, tears and chemistry
In stormy weather it’s down to you and me
Eternal returning – and starting over
Always reminding me.If I could have it all, if I could do it all, do it again
If becoming you means nothing new
Just more of the same.

Make me a memory don’t leave me alone
Cuts deep with every heartbeat
Our will to love survives.

Could be some kind of alchemy
‘Cause there’s no shelter: time’s up for you and me
Eternal returning – for a true pale criminal
It’s only destiny.

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released 10 March 2014
Song Written by Matthew Cohen, Owain Roberts & Rachel CohenPale Criminal 2014

Vocals – Rachel Cohen
Piano – Robert Gerrard

Mixed & Mastered by Matthew Cohen & Robert Gerrard

To order the song and support the search for Owain Robert, please go here: http://thereasoning.bandcamp.com

Vinyl Re-release of Rush Debut Album April 15

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Rush-40 Universal Music Enterprises is celebrating the 40-year anniversary of Rush’s debut album with a vinyl reissue of the original Moon Records release of the album.

The album releases April 15 and comes in a box with a lift-off top. It’s pressed on 200g, audiophile grade vinyl, from the original 1974 analog stereo masters, cut to copper plates using direct metal mastering at Abbey Road Studios.

The package includes the original Moon Records jacket art, complete with the original MN-100-A/B Matrix etching, and a 16’x 22′ reproduction of the first Rush promo poster, three 5’x7′ lithographs of Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and original drummer John Rutsey, a 12’x 12′ Rush Family Tree poster, and a card for a free digital download of the newly remastered release.

“Rush’s unique style and sound continue to evolve and push the envelope of rock into new territories,” the promotional material says, “gaining legions of new…

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Newspaperflyhunting: Poland’s Latest

iceberg soul coverProgarchy HQ received a nice note today from a Polish band with the unusual and intriguing name of Newspaperflyhunting or NPFH.

Check out the three songs available for previewing at bandcamp for their brand new album, Iceberg Soul.  Enjoy.

http://newspaperflyhunting.bandcamp.com/

No Solo Prog

Roger Scruton writes in “Music Goes Solo”:

The big change, it seems to me, came when music began to be packaged for home consumption – home consumption, without home production. The gramophone and the radio did some of this work. But it was completed by the iPod, and the habit, which children now acquire from the earliest age, of walking around with their music in their ears, regardless of what else they are doing. Music is no long something you stop to listen to, so as to pass, with whatever degree of wonder, from the world of ordinary causality into this sphere of freedom. Still less is it something that you take time off to play, or to make with your friends. It has been brought down to earth, so as to flow around everyday things, like rainwater on the pavement, demanding no effort either to make it or to hear it, as much a part of the background as the weather or the sound of traffic.

Some of the consequences of this are often remarked on: the fact that children are no longer motivated to learn musical instruments or to sing, whether alone or in choirs; the fact the musical tastes remain static, insulated from judgment, since the iPod only presents you with the things that you like; the fact that children only half attend to the things they are doing, just as they only half attend to the things that are sounding in their ear. But that last point is perhaps the most important. Thanks to the packaging of music we are entering a new world of half attention, a world where everything is done, read, understood, engaged with by half, the other half being the musical tapestry on which the thing of the moment is pinned.

Should we worry about this? And if so, is there anything we can do about it? One major difficulty in confronting the phenomenon is that – precisely because people are plugged into their music from morn to night – it is no longer possible to separate people from their music. We cannot  invite them to stand back from their music in a posture of critical judgment.

A few observations about prog:

When done right, prog demands total attention and total immersion from the listener. (Long song lengths are merely a sign that prog grants no concessions on this point; namely, its classical demand for full musical attention.)

Prog demands musical excellence on the part of the instrumentalists. (The renowned virtuosity of prog’s best players is well known, as is their propensity for group collaborations that are opposed to the lone “soloist” mentality.)

Prog takes technology and self-consciously subordinates it to its musical purposes. (Towers of keyboard gear, for example, are tamed and brought into the service of a transformed rock idiom. And frequently this occurs during concept albums that take as their explicit theme the confrontation of humanity with technological threats and tyrannical regimes.)

And finally, prog takes pride its judgmental, critical mentality. Prog listeners are happy to argue for the superiority of their favorite genre and for their favorite artists within that genre. Progarchists love to debate the critical merits of proggy musical achievement. Disputations about artistic merit still thrive in the prog corner.

So, perhaps what Friedrich Hölderlin observed — an observation that Heidegger frequently liked to bring in to his meditations on technology — may be glimpsed as the promise of prog:

But where danger is, grows
The saving power also.

And even if one can enjoy prog alone, it still propels one to public discussion of it. In this way, it may also be seen as — by its very nature — no solo music.

Great Photos and Writeup of PROGRESSIVE NATION AT SEA

Our friend Adam Sears of Lobate Scarp alerted us to an excellent photo diary of the Progressive Nation at Sea cruise.  Enjoy.

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The cruise has now ended. As I write this, I’m walking the two miles from the Port of Miami toward downtown so that I can catch a train to Fort Lauderdale for my flight home. It’s a beautiful Miami morning. The walk is providing me time to reflect on the week and create a rough draft/outline of this chronicle. I expect to clean it up some on the plane. Once I get home, I’ll add some final touches, photos and videos.

I’m having a hard time finding the words to describe the experience of the last few days. Perhaps the word joyous would work best. At least that’s what I think separated this festival from other concerts I’ve attended. Pure joy. From both fans and artists. Everyone on board knew that this was something unique and unprecedented. The bands knew it wasn’t “just another gig” or “just another meet and greet.”

As I detail my day-to-day experience, I’ve decided to write for myself. I’m not sure who else might read this – friends, family, other prog fans. I’ll include enough information that even a non-fan would know what I’m talking about, but I am my main audience. I want to ensure that this memory stays with me as vivid in 40 years as it is now. I’ll likely include many seemingly insignificant, uninteresting details and encounters. Also, in some special moments, like the second Spock’s Beard set, I plan to include some backstory to help capture how the show made me feel. Let’s see if I’m successful.

Successful it is.  To keep reading Kris McCoy’s take, go here: http://www.spatter.net/pn14/01/

Gazpacho Demon Reviews

Reviews of Gazpacho’s latest album, DEMON, are appearing all over the web.  We’ve already posted a link to Chris McGarel’s review.  Here are a few others–

Echoes and Dust

http://echoesanddust.com/2014/03/gazpacho-demon/

Dutch Progressive Rock Page

http://www.dprp.net/reviews/201413.php

Metal Talk

http://www.metaltalk.net/columns/20106636.php

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While progarchy hasn’t been blessed with a review copy, here is a progarchy’s take on pre-DEMON Gazpacho–

Erik Heter on Tick Tock

https://progarchy.com/2013/06/08/ticking-and-tocking-through-a-back-catalog-gazpachos-tick-tock/

Me on Night

https://progarchy.com/2013/11/05/totally-unprofessional-video-review-5-gazpacho-night/

Me again on Night

https://progarchy.com/2012/11/21/norwegian-visions-of-purgation-the-eddas-of-gazpacho/

Gazpacho’s office site is here.