Harmonitronica Geekout: The Hole Story

Last night I posted my third song for this year’s February Album Writing Month. “This Hole,” along with the previous song, “I’m Not Not Very Concerned,” combined harmonica with loops created in Korg’s iKaossilator, an iPad application.
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She Had the Will (Etta James, 1938-2012)

I’m playing Etta James today. Not her old stuff. I’m listening to two records that might not exist at all had she not been such a tough woman. I like her 50s and 60s stuff just fine, but for me, her music reached its peak when she was hitting bottom. We lost a lot of great musicians at the end of the 1960s, and we mythologize them and listen to their old records over and over. But Etta faced those challenges, and then some, and came through them, so we can not only listen to her young self, but her older and wiser self. And I think that deserves more respect than dying young.

By the end of the 1960s, blues and R&B were being shunted aside in favor of rock, and her long-time home label, Chess, was foundering (deservedly), forcing Muddy Waters to record idiotic psychedelic albums and losing many greats to illness and death. In 1974, she was one of Chess’s last hitmakers, but she was also in a psychiatric hospital trying to kick a terrible drug and alcohol habit. She got releases to go to the studio though, and recorded Come a Little Closer.

It could have been a disaster. James was so ill from withdrawal that she literally could not sing a word on one of the songs. The producer she was working with, Gabriel Mekler, was better known for his work with rock bands like Three Dog Night. But out of this adversity she delivered one of the best records of her career. It’s often belittled for its use of synthesizers and other mid-70s production cliches, but in many cases those choices work. And when they don’t, Etta brushes them aside like so many cobwebs.

The high point is right at the center of the album (the end of side one and start of side two, originally), beginning with her version of a song by Randy Newman (of all people), “Let’s Burn Down the Cornfield.” I’ve never heard his original, but it’s a spectacularly sexy and creepy song. She sings it as only she could, sultry but threatening. She has you from the opening lines. The lyrics are simple (“Let’s burn down the cornfield / And we’ll listen to it burn.”) but there is a world of pain and sex in her voice. And it builds from there to an extraordinary dual synthesizer/guitar solo that proves wrong the idea that synthesizers have no place on blues albums.

Following that is “Power Play,” a classic kick in the butt of the sort she could deliver so well. And then comes the song she couldn’t even sing, “Feeling Uneasy.” It’s a slow blues, and she just moans wordlessly over the changes. It’s magnificent and about as “uneasy” as it gets. From that she goes into the hoary old classic “St Louis Blues,” but opens it with a gorgeous solo vocal, and then sings it with a chorus much the way Bessie did it originally. This album has stood up to years of repeated listening, ever since a member of blues-l sent me a cassette mix that included “Cornfield” and I made a point to track down the album.

But by the 1980s, she was in career limbo again, still battling addiction. But she came out of the Betty Ford Center, went down to Muscle Shoals, Alabama, and recorded Seven-Year Itch with a crack band led by Steve Cropper. She’s at her best with a good horn section, since little else has the power to go toe-to-toe with her voice, and the rest of the band is exactly as tight as you’d expect. She opens up with “I Got the Will,” the Otis Redding classic, and she’s not kidding. The fast songs (especially “Shakey Ground”) are irresistible and the slow songs let her stretch out like a big cat getting ready to pounce. When she sings “Feel Like Breaking Up Somebody’s Home” you want to pack up and head out the back door before she gets there. The whole album would be worth buying just for what I think is the best performance ever of “Damn Your Eyes.”

Last week a harp player at a gig asked me if I wanted to come to a blues jam with him, and I said no, because amplified blues nowadays is usually just rock music without songwriting. But I remember doing “Shakey Ground” with the great NYC blues singer Christine LaFroscia and a band we called the Homewreckers, all players who know how to do blues and R&B right, and there is nothing like a good blues sung by someone who takes no prisoners. Etta never did. She fought her way through hells that most of us could never imagine, and came out the other side, and because of that strength, we have these amazing records. Thank you, Etta.

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Epyphony

A day late, here’s this week’s ImprovFriday contribution: Epyphony (Three Kings Suite).

We three kings disoriented are
Guided by an unmoving star
Beacon calling morse reminder
Hopelessly following yonder star

Clockwise from lower left: harmonicae, Kaoss Pad and EHX 2880 looper, Korg R3 (not used in this piece), mixing board, Boss RC50 looper, pedalboard.

I was always fascinated by the legend of the kings, and by the modal monotony of the holiday song. (I don’t mean that in a bad way; my love of that song probably presaged my fascination with old-time music.)

The third line is a combination mondegreen and earworm. It’s my mishearing of a lyric in Brian Eno’s “Broken Head.” The original (and, to my mind, poorer) lyric is “Beak and claw, remorse, remindless,” but I like my version better. Meanwhile, my earworms are as often rhythmic as melodic, and the scansion of that line (however you hear the words) fits the third line of “We Three Kings” perfectly. I hardly remember the original line because I always seem to hear that one instead. And in this case it fits well.

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Send your music out into the world and it will come back to you more wonderful than before

This was the first week in many months that I was able to contribute a piece to ImprovFriday. And it reminded me why I’ve missed it so much. ImprovFriday is a worldwide online collective of improvisational musicians, using all kinds of instruments, electric, electronic and acoustic. Every weekend they (and now, again, we) perform improvisations and post them to the site.

I’ve been endlessly inspired by what this group comes up with, but my favorite part is that people frequently reuse others’ work in their own. I was so honored this week three times, most recently by a Japanese guitarist, Kawol of Samarkand. His piece, “Nightfly,” turns mine into a duet, contrasting my modulated harmonica with a gorgeous acoustic guitar part. Where my harp was dark and turbulent, his guitar is crystal clear.

Richard Sanderson (how can you not love a guy whose blog tag is “Post Punk, Improvisation and Morris Dancing”?) included my piece with several others in “Stealth Blonde,” and Steve Layton used it in a lovely piece called Thin Walls and Neon Lights.

All the pieces are on the ImprovFriday home page and I highly recommend them for Saturday afternoon listening.

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Fried, a Night

Kaoss Pad, EHX 2880, and Moog ring modulator.

This was the setup for "Fried, a Night" -- my Kaoss Pad and EHX 2880 in their customized case, and a Moog ring modulator. The harmonica was a very low F, played into the Shure SM58 in the photo, which is plugged directly into the ring modulator.

I’m wiped out after a long week of travelling and running around and wrestling with uncooperative software. But in my travels I acquired another analog synthesis gem, a Moog ring modulator. It’s hard to explain exactly what a ring modulator does, but you can hear it all over the harp on this new piece, , which is entirely harmonica. The background is a drone played on a very low F harmonica, layered and looped in the Kaoss Pad. The lead parts are the same harmonica, played in the higher registers.

I really like the textures of this one. I’m playing the harp very gently, and low harmonicas are gentle to begin with. You can’t get a very hard attack with them; the reeds are large and take a moment to start moving. There’s a lot of room for expression on the low harps, which you’ll hear if you listen carefully to the bass drone. But that gentle playing gets a very hard edge from the ring modulator, a combination I quite enjoy.

So, ring modulation. They call it that because it often produces bell-like sounds. Basically it combines two different sound waves — its own internal oscillator tone and an external sound, in this case the harmonica — generating an entirely new sound that emphasizes some harmonics of the original sound while eliminating other harmonics. Here, the combination produces the sharp glassy tone you hear on the harmonica in this piece.

The ring modulator is applied to both harp parts — somewhat subtly to the bass drone, with the oscillator frequency rougly tuned to the drone note, and very aggressively to the lead part, with a high-frequency oscillator and quite a bit of LFO modulation, which I’m managing with an expression pedal.

The only other effect on this piece is a layered delay on the Kaoss Pad. I looped the drone and some of the lead riffs into the KP’s sample banks, and let them repeat into the EHX, which is running a fairly long loop (30 seconds or so) with a gentle decay.

In any case, this is my first contribution for a while to ImprovFriday, and I am looking forward to hearing how it fits with everyone else’s contributions.

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Happy Valley, Hell

‎”Some days, I want to renounce my atheism, so that I may watch people burn in hell.”

So said one of the commenters on John Scalzi’s “Omelas State University” post, hands-down the best article I’ve read about the horror show at Penn State University. I’m not sure which people that commenter meant, but for me, it’s the people who are voting “No” to the question of whether the Penn State trustees made the right decision in firing head coach Joe Paterno.

Decades ago (has it really been that long?) I was a reporter for the Centre Daily Times in State College, PA (which is running the poll I linked to above). I lived in Happy Valley — and yes, they really call it that with a straight face — for nearly two years. Joe Paterno was ranked somewhere between the Pope and St. Peter. Woe betide anyone who didn’t bow at the mention of his name, or who suggested that perhaps the sky was blue and white because of atmospheric refraction, and not because God was a Penn State fan, as the bumper stickers said.

I had as little to do with Penn State football as possible, so I only encountered Paterno a few times, and never had a conversation with him. As star football coaches go, he seemed like a good guy. He was arrogant and pompous, of course, but he did care about his athletes as students, not just as football players, and he was involved in the community beyond football.

So it’s sad to see him end a 46-year career in such a shameful fashion, but I am horrified that so many people think Paterno was treated unfairly. Frankly, the fact that he’s only been fired, and is not (yet) being prosecuted, is an acknowledgement that he’s not as much to blame as the two Penn State officials who have been charged with felonies.

Paterno could have stopped this at any time. His stature at Penn State was such that he could have demanded the crimes be reported and the molester arrested. There were riots in State College last night when Paterno was fired for good cause; can you imagine what would have happened had he been fired for trying to prevent children from being raped, rather than for allowing them to continue being raped? One courageous act from this man, who was supposed to be such a hero, could have saved untold agony for the victims of rape and abuse and their families. But rather than raise a hand, or his voice, to stop the crimes, he allowed them to continue. Was he a coward? Did he place the welfare of his football program above the welfare of the victims? Does it matter? By remaining silent, he forever invalidated himself as a leader, and proved that our view of him was largely mistaken.

And the riots? I saw a lot of thuggish behavior from Penn State students and football fans when I lived in State College, but I would not have believed they’d do something like this. These kids find out that their hallowed football program has been complicit in the rape of children, and they riot because the coach was fired? What’s next? Are they going to occupy Rockview State Prison (just up the road from State College) until they release all the child molesters held there? Paterno’s actions are sad and shameful; these kids’ reactions are terrifying. I don’t think I ever want to go to State College again.

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Music at Moogfest: Chroomatic Harmoogica

I couldn’t spend a whole weekend at Moogfest listening to music without making some, could I? Especially not since I’ve acquired two new Moog toys recently — the fantastic Animoog app for the iPad, and Moog’s Freq Box.

I used the iPad app to generate a synth loop with a pretty basic patch, just a little riff in D minor. Then I plugged a mic into the Freq Box and started improvising on chromatic harmonica. I’ll leave the technical details to the sections below, but I set up the Freq Box to basically give the harmonica the kind of edgy synth feel that you hear on songs like the Cars’ “Let’s Go.” I used a Moog pedal (the unfortunately discontinued MP201) to modulate the waveform of the oscillator to add some more variation to the sound.

I ran the result into one of my favorite combinations, a Kaoss Pad effects unit and the EHX 2880 looper, a wonderful four-track unit I use on almost everything I do. I mostly used the Kaoss Pad to filter and further modulate the sound, and I also grabbed some samples of the harp so I could process them further. All of this was layered in the 2880.

It’s just a quick improv but I think I love it, and I need to spend a lot more time with this setup. The harp sounds like a synth, but it still sounds like a harp. All the vocal articulation that the harmonica is capable of still comes through — I looped and processed a lot of long single notes with heavy vibrato and they sound amazing — but with the hard edge of a synth, and the variations introduced by external modulation (just the foot controller at this point but given that the Freq Box is patchable like all Moog equipment, the possibilities are endless).

So the result sounds extremely electronic, but you still hear air and breath and muscle. The tremolo doesn’t come from a pedal, it comes from my diaphragm. The vibrato comes from my hands or my throat or my tongue. The best music I’ve seen this weekend has been just like that — noisy and electronic and overpowering, but always human. Voices running through effects units, guitarists bending strings, Roedelius hitting a single note on the piano and taking us on an exploration of its decay. Analog synth players twisting their instruments in ways their manufacturers never intended.

For the music geeks, some more details on the new toys…

Animoog

Moog calls it, unhumbly, the first professional synthesizer for the iPad, but they’re not far wrong. I have spent way too much money on iPad music apps, but I only use maybe a half dozen of them. There are a few that qualify as real instruments (Mugician and MorphWiz in particular), a few excellent synths (especially Curtis), a few good sampling programs (AudioPalette is my favorite), and a few effects programs including Moog’s own Filtatron, but the good ones are few and far between. Most music apps are overdesigned and underusable, or painful attempts to replicate real-world instruments (Korg’s iMS20, for instance, gives you a tiny picture of this analog beast, and allows you to drag virtual patch cords from one jack to another).

I got Animoog from the app store last week (it’s eventually going to be $30, but it’s on sale now for only 99 cents) and tried it out. At first, I had what I thought was a typical iPad music app experience — it didn’t work the way I expected and there was no help or documentation — but then I realized that I was actually having the old-school Moog experience. It doesn’t do much until you start patching it. I figured a bit of it out, then learned a lot more at a session here on Friday (which included Moby, who said he was initially skeptical about it but was won over by the sound). Oh, and not that you’d know it from the app, but there is a PDF manual.

Moby’s right. It does sound fantastic, and it makes particularly intelligent use of the iPad’s user interface. The keyboard layout is modifiable, not just in size, but in scale (remove all the bad notes!) and many other interesting ways, not least that each key is actually a patchable controller, so that moving your finger vertically on the key can modulate another parameter. This loop is painfully simple — My First Animoog Patch — but it doesn’t bore me, and the only reason I haven’t been playing with it all weekend was that I had so much other music to listen to.

Freq Box

The Freq Box is one of Moog’s unfortunately named “MoogerFooger” units (pronounced with long O’s, like Moog’s name, not with a long U). They’re basically synthesizer modules built into a high-end stompbox body (although I’d never put one on the floor, because it would be too hard to twiddle the knobs). This one is an oscillator. As with any synth oscillator, you select a waveform and a frequency, and voila, you have a continuous tone of a certain timbre. And as with any synth, that’s not the fun part. The fun part is how you modulate and filter that tone. The Freq Box accepts an audio input, and uses that to modulate the oscillator’s frequency, or its envelope, or both.

And you can hard-sync the oscillator to the audio input, which is what I did on this piece. Essentially this means the oscillator is forced to start its cycle over in time with the frequency of the audio signal. Doing this with two synth oscillators gives a very distinctive hard-edged sound, the most famous example of which is probably the riff from the Cars’ great 1980 single, “Let’s Go.”

The MoogerFoogers are all patchable, so the envelope or oscillator output can be used to modulate other things, and you can control every parameter with external control as well. So there are a lot of possibilities with this little guy and I’m seriously thinking about buying a few more MoogerFoogers at the factory price before I leave Asheville.

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The 99% Breakdown

We are all in it together, like it or not.

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The Dirty Blue Box and the Bucket Brigade

A few days ago, a dirty little blue box of death showed up in the mail — a DOD 680 analog delay pedal, made almost exactly 30 years ago (the sticker inside dates it to January 15, 1981; I was halfway through my sophomore year in high school). This is not a small cheap pedal of the kind DOD became (in)famous for in later years, but a heavy diecast steel box, bigger than a Stephen King paperback, made in Utah before the company was sold to Harman and then to Digitech.

DOD 680 Analog Delay

DOD 680 Analog Delay, built in 1981, with frayed power cord cut off.


The beauty of analog is the way it degrades and distorts sound, and this particular box has both in abundance — wonderfully warm and dirty distortion. And the one I bought had the additional feature of a badly frayed power cord, which meant that when I plugged it in to test, sparks literally flew for a moment, until I got some collar stays inserted in between the strands of wire to keep them separated. With that strange little setup, I recorded my piece for this week’s ImprovFriday event, “Dirty Blue Box Of Death.”

And then I unplugged it, and the next day brought it over to my parents’ so I could take advantage of my dad’s extensive collection of tools and electronics parts. Replacing a power cord is not difficult, unless you do it wrong twice (the first time, I wired it up correctly, but didn’t put the cord through the hole, so I had to do it again. Then I wired it backwards, which I discovered by checking the plug with a meter before plugging it in (or I’d have a dirty blue paperweight). So by the third time, the wire was (literally) running short inside the case and if not for my dad’s reservoir of patience (and supply of very small needle-nose pliers) it would have been a dirty blue speed bump on my parents’ street.

Last night I used it to record a second piece, “4000 Kinds Of Sad (Dirty Blue Box II).” In both pieces, the thick harmonica sound is coming from that pedal (as well as from a few other things, including my beloved Fulltone OCD distortion pedal as well as a digital stereo delay). But if you push analog delay pedals out to their limits (increasing the delay time and the repeat time) they start to oscillate and feedback. The repeating delays are created by feeding the output back into the input, and if you do enough of that the signal just degrades to noise and the circuitry overloads and you get the crazy whooshing and howling you hear all the way through “4000.” The rest of the effects are created by filtering and equalizing the sound.

Why sad? Why 4000? What is this analog delay thing anyway?

The classic sound of amplified blues harmonica — made famous by generations of musicians beginning with Little Walter Jacobs in the early 1950s — is created by three things, not counting good harp playing with strong tone: a tube amplifier, a microphone of the type normally intended only for speech, and delay. The latter is a musical effect that does exactly what it says: it delays sound and repeats it. In Jacobs’ day, that was accomplished with a special tape recorder that recorded the sound and played it back a short time later. That was pretty much the only way to do it until the 1970s, when the bucket-brigade device was invented.

A bucket-brigade is a delay unit on a chip. Basically, it receives an input signal and stores it in a capacitor. Then the contents of that capacitor are emptied into another one, and then into another one, and so on down the line. The length of time it takes the signal to get through all those handoffs is the delay time. When these were commercialized and inserted into guitar effects pedals in the late 1970s, the “analog delay pedal” was born. They were popular until the 1980s, when digital signal processing chips became cheap enough to replace them. Digital chips offered much longer delay times, and no loss of clarity as the signal was handed down the chain. But the warmth and the distortion of the analog chips sounds to many ears much better, and they’re used by basically any blues harp player who can’t afford one of the original Echoplex tape machines (or doesn’t want to lug it around, or doesn’t want to deal with repairing it and replacing the tape).

Years ago, I bought one of these pedals (the DOD FX96) and brought it to one of Bob Elliot’s wonderful jam sessions at The Studio. He looked at the “analog delay” label on it and said, “Analog? Come on — where are the tubes?” But analog doesn’t mean tubes. It simply means that the signal is reproduced in its entirety rather than as a series of numbers. Essentially, a digital processor looks at the signal a few thousand times a second, converts it to numbers, and saves the numbers. Your CDs are all 16-bit 44KHz wav files. That means the music was sampled 44,000 times a second, and each time, converted into a 16-digit binary number. That sampling rate is enough to reproduce the audible sound exactly.

A vinyl record, however, is analog. The music is not divided up into pieces, but reproduced continuously — every bit of sound goes onto the vinyl. And it’s not converted to numbers. A loud noise makes a wider cut into the vinyl, whereas a soft sound makes a narrow cut. The size of the groove is exactly related to the sound that came in, with no digital intervention.

But as it turns out, these analog delay pedals are not entirely analog. The tiny buckets are filled and emptied on a schedule set by a clock on the chip. The faster that clock runs, the faster the signal gets from one end of the chain to the other, and the shorter your delay time. So the samples are taken digitally — it doesn’t listen to the signal continuously, but instead, only when the clock tells it to. But the samples themselves are analog. The chip doesn’t convert the signal to numbers, but instead stores it in the buckets exactly as it came in.

The chip in my dirty blue box is the Reciton SAD4066. The “SAD” stands for “Sampled Analog Delay,” and the 4096 is the number of “buckets” it has. Reciton, one of the many spinoffs of the legendary Fairchild Semiconductor, was the first company to commercialize the bucket-brigade delay.

Reticon SAD4096

The Reticon SAD4096 bucket-brigade delay chip inside the DOD608.

Later, companies like Panasonic jumped on; their chips are used in another series of legendary analog delays, Roland’s Boss DM-2 and DM-3. (I’ve been using the latter for years in my blues playing, but if I am able to start doing Saboteur Tiger shows again, I’ll probably have the Dirty Blue Box with me.) And I hope to be doing more modifications and repairs on these little devices; they’re wonderful and often much easier to fix than you’d think.

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Nite Flights Finally Land

It doesn’t matter how much music you listen to or how knowledgeable you think you are. At some point, you’ll stumble across someone and wonder how you could possibly have not known about them. Better yet, you’ll listen to this artist’s work and say to yourself, “ooooh, so that is where (Bowie/Eno/Iggy/Nick Cave/Joy Division/etc) got it from….

Which is what I’m saying now after finally paying attention to Scott Walker and listening to some of his work. (No, not the ignorant governor of Wisconsin. The other Scott Walker, whose non-brother band The Walker Brothers was hugely successful in England in the late 1960s.)

Walker has shown up on the edge of my radar a couple of times in the past few years. He had an impressive track on the Plague Songs compilation, which also featured new and excellent tracks by folks like Brian Eno and Laurie Anderson, each written around one of the Biblical plagues. His name also came up in some reading I’d been doing about David Bowie’s later work; Bowie covered his song “Nite Flights” on his 1992 album Black Tie White Noise, which many including me regarded as his first decent release in a decade or so. And then a few weeks ago I saw a copy of the documentary Scott Walker: 30 Century Man in a Syracuse record store and almost bought it. Instead I rented it on iTunes and finally got to watch it on the bus this morning.

The Walker Brothers’ hits were bombastic and over-produced, and Scott could be positively painful with his deep voice and soulful looks — picture Tom Jones if he could sing like Roy Orbison. Check him out singing Frankie Valli’s “The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine (Anymore)” from 1965.

But fast-forward to 2006, and watch this video of “Jesse” from 2006’s The Drift. Spare guitar, stunning digital animation, and genuinely terrifying lyrics.

Jesse are you listening?
It casts its ruins in shadows
Under Memphis moonlight
Jesse are you listening?
Pow! Pow!
In the dream
I am crawling around in my hands and knees
Smoothing out the prairie
All the dents and the gouges
And the winds dying down
I lower my head
Press my ear to the prairie
Alive, I’m the only one
Left alive
I’m the only one
Left alive

In the documentary, we watch Brian Eno listening to the original version of “Nite Flights,” which he brought to Montreaux where he was working with Bowie on the Lodger album, shaking his head and marveling that music has hardly progressed since its 1978 release. He talks about the way it combines electronic and experimental music with pop songs, and then he takes off his glasses and shakes his head.

“I have to say, it’s humiliating to hear this,” he says. “It is! Christ. We haven’t got any further. You just keep hearing all these bands that sound like bloody Roxy Music and Talking Heads.” (Mind you, Eno was a pivotal figure in both bands.) “We haven’t gotten any further than this,” he continues. “It’s a disgrace, really.” Meanwhile, Bowie, who largely financed the film, just laughs and shakes his head, confessing to not fully understanding Walker’s lyrics but simply falling in love with the imagery.

Bowie’s Lodger was clearly influenced by Walker, and not just in its song “African Night Flight,” although the Walker Brothers album was in turn very strongly influenced by Bowie’s mid-70s work from Young Americans through “Heroes”. Bowie’s cover of “Nite Flights” itself is an eye-opener; his vocal follows Walker’s original rather closely, but on the other hand, is distinctively Bowie. I’ve listened to the two of them back to back quite a few times today and I feel like Walker is the missing link in Bowie’s vocal development, the link that connects the crooners of the fifties to the punks of the 70s.

For the last year or so I’ve been returning to the experimental music I listened to in college, but very selectively. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I don’t like and why (Kraftwerk, but not Tangerine Dream; 1984 King Crimson but not 1970-anything King Crimson; Peter Gabriel but not Genesis; Jon Hassell but not Jan Garbarek, etc) and Scott Walker is a good illustration. Dark, pretentious, sometimes completely more noise than music but — musical. Songs. Lyrics, powerful lyrics. He has a gorgeous voice but thankfully also knows that singing should not always be pretty. Most of all, he’s building these spaces — sparse music, incredible imagery, silence, noises — all of it combines into something amazing and architectural. In the end that’s what matters; his music grabs me and won’t let go.

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