The Future of Metal

(This piece appears in the April 9 – April 16, 2009 issue of Birmingham Weekly)

Mastodon is a part of a small but elite group of bands that represent what one might call the next evolutionary step of heavy music. While many other bands have sought their niche by playing faster or slower, singer higher or lower, this Atlanta-based quartet have focused on absorbing and reflecting a diversity of styles. Rather than limiting themselves to a certain criteria that to them defines “heavy,” they seem to embrace the idea of doing whatever feels right, and in doing so soar far above the majority of their peers.

Their latest release, CRACK THE SKYE, completes an exploration of the elemental wheel (water, earth, fire, and now ether), and also cements them as one of the most important and intelligent bands in the genre, if not in music in general. While the sound owes a lot to early Metallica, Black Sabbath, and Led Zeppelin, the atmosphere is more that of Pink Floyd or classic Genesis (albeit through a dark and distorted lens) – technical, brutal, not unlike a blow to the head, but atmospheric and sweepingly cinematic. The lyrics tell the story of a crippled boy who is only able to experience the world through astral travel; his soul becomes unmoored from his body, and he ends up in the form of Russian czar Rasputin. It’s a science fiction epic, as heady as any concept album from the prog-rock oeuvre of the 1970’s heyday, and backed by a musical bed as intricate and twisting as the story.

It’s worth noting, too, that the sci-fi story that sprawls across the fifty (or so) soaring minutes of the album is a metaphor for a number of things, including guitarist Brent Hinds’ experiences after a post-performance fight sent him into a three day coma, and a tribute to drummer Brann Dailor’s deceased sister Skye. And yet, none of this is presented in such as way that feels preachy or overt.

With CRACK THE SKYE, Mastodon and producer Brendan O’ Brien (Pearl Jam, Bruce Springsteen, Stone Temple Pilots) have taken both heavy metal and prog-rock and created perhaps the perfect blend of both. It is hard to overstate how uniquely masterful this album is, and how important Mastodon is to the heavier end of music. They’ve created a long-form sequence of songs — not an incoherent gathering of random tracks, but a full cycle of pieces that can be enjoyed apart but together present even more of an impact — that shows that heavy metal can be both brutal and intelligent. In appropriately nerdy terms, most metal bands are content to be big, scary villains who long for the big heist, but Mastodon is more akin to Lex Luthor or Doctor Doom, brilliant and evil men who will settle for nothing less than dominion of the universe and the simultaneous utter destruction of all the heroes.

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At City Stages in 2004, the Exhibit(s) opened up the local stage, and we were to be followed by Mastodon across the way at the Miller Lite stage. We decided to play our bluegrass-infected version of Metallica’s For Whom the Bell Tolls, on a lark, because we knew all the metalhead kids across the way would hate it. And most of them did, but I heard later that the guys in Mastodon thought it was a kick in the ass. Regardless of what they would have thought, though, I was really glad that I hung out for their set that day.

At the time, they were preparing for the release of the album that really put them in everyone’s attention: LEVIATHAN, a dense, unexpected beast of an album that was obviously inspired by Moby Dick. Even in the summer heat – and having played two sets earlier, I can vouch for how unpleasant playing in that sun was – they were unrelenting, ferocious, and hungry. There was a frenetic energy in the air that day that I’ve rarely experienced at concerts – this wasn’t just a job for these four, but something that they truly felt.

All of this makes me – and hopefully, you, too – extraordinarily anxious to see their upcoming show at the WorkPlay soundstage. This show kicks off their tour, which means that we’re the fortunate first to see them perform CRACK THE SKYE in its entirety. The band has promised, in recent interviews, that there will be a full stage show to accompany the performance, adding visuals to the already sense-intense brew.

While the music is heavy metal – perhaps too brutal or “noisy” for many of you – I cannot recommend this show enough, even sight-unseen. Mastodon is an awe-inspiring live experience, devoid of the by-the-numbers feeling you get from so many concerts these days, and their latest material is thought-provoking and also important to metal as a genre – not representing a pinnacle or be-all-end-all but rather an opening of doors, a challenge to other musicians to aspire to greater heights and fewer boundaries.

Mastodon is playing at WorkPlay on Friday, April 10, with openers Kylesa and Intronaut. Their latest album CRACK THE SKYE is available in local record stores and through iTunes now.

Scaremongering versus Giving a Smile: who’s to say who’s right?

I’m glad that there are people like Jon Stewart out there to balance the world’s Hannitys and Limbaughs and Becks. And I will say that, in fairness, partisan politics is ridiculous on both sides — but the right wing faces tend to look just plain out nutty. Like, scary, unbalanced-in-the-head crazy. Teched, as they say. The left wing faces — Stewart, Al Franken (in his books, at least) — come across as educated, rational, and entertaining.I’m not so much a Democrat — or even left-wing, I think — as I am wandering my own road, by the way.

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Convinced I’m wakingdreaming

Either my dental surgery went horribly awry and I’m in the process of a slow death (think Jacob’s Ladder) or I didn’t wake up this morning and I’m gonna be REALLY fucking late.

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Satriani v. Mr. Paltrow

From MSNBC, in an article about Joe Satriani’s lawsuit against Coldplay:

Satriani’s song “lacks originality,” Coldplay’s response claims, and shouldn’t receive copyright protection.

Musicians of the world: this officially frees you up to change the lyrics mildly (only because — who the fuck wants to be caught singing the original lyrics?) to any Coldplay song and make all the money you want with no fear of reprisal.

Dear Chris Martin:

People who live in bland, uninspired, utterly-lacking-in-originality houses should be very, very careful about throwing stones.

Sincerely,
People who like real music.

Perspectives

It’s all about perspective: finding a good one, or at least one that entertains you, and sticking with it. In another life you might have been a star… but in another life you’re always lonely. This is the life you have. Whether it’s good or bad is what you do with it, how you choose to view it, what point of view you take looking out around you every day.

Michael J. Fox deserves a lot more attention from you. Even in the face of Parkinson’s Disease, he still keeps moving forward, and being positive.

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(All that aside — Stewart makes a good point. How in the hell do he still look so young?)

It’s not unlike Jason Becker, who continues to make music (indeed, who continues to wake up day after day) well past the life expectancy that doctors gave him. He suffers from ALS (Lou Gehrig’s) and refuses to let it affect him any more than it has to.

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Yeah, I have a rough time with money, with health. I’m a little bitter about some things that I’ve gotten, or not gotten, or that have happened or not happened.  We all have our issues.

Today, at least, I’m choosing to be more like Jason and Michael, and seeing those issues as nothing more than challenges, and not even big ones.

Sooooooo close…

So. There’s a new movie coming out in a few weeks.  I’ve been a little skeptical of it, wary.  There’s far too much that can go wrong in the translation of comic to screen.

And now I’ve seen the movie.  And it’s got it’s problems, but nothing unforgivable.  In fact, it’s been pretty good, up until about 75 minutes in.  And then… ? Then it all goes to shit.

See, as I was telling my wife earlier, I’m okay with tweaking continuity up until a point.  There’s stuff that has to get compressed and changed so that 30+ years of comic history can be distilled down for an audience that only has 90 minutes.  The problems I have are the utterly unnecessary continuity changes.  Like taking a character played by, say, Ryan Reynolds, and totally fucking him up (I’m fairly certain that the planned spinoff that’s been rumored is either impossible or will completely jump the rails).  Like creating family relationships for ABSOLUTELY NO REASON WHATSOEVER.

Sigh.

So, yeah, I’ll still go see the movie, probably, but I’ll always wonder why a studio can’t treat it’s own property with more respect.

Lie To Me

I know not many people read this blog, but maybe you few can help me spread the question and I can get an answer.

I’ve been enjoying the new series “Lie To Me” (starring Tim Roth — excellent procedural, in the same vein as “House”, only dealing with microexpressions and body language instead of medical mysteries).  It’s generally really well done, and even with a lead character who is somewhat arrogant and standoffish, you still find yourself really liking the group (at least, I do).  This week’s episode, though — something just struck me as off, and I really don’t like any of the core characters that much.

It’s not the story issues — I found those fascinating, actually, dealing with suicide and finance theft.  I don’t commonly notice directors, but that might have been it…

Anyone else watch the show and notice the same thing?  If you don’t watch the show, consider this a recommendation.

Nailed it!

Excellent commentary on the New York Times editorial by former AIG Financial Products employee Jake DeSantis:

Hey Jake, it’s not like you were curing cancer. You were a fucking commodities trader. Thanks to a completely insane, horribly skewed set of societal values that puts a premium on greed and severely undervalues selflessness, communal spirit and intellectualism — values that make millionaires out of people like you and leave teachers and nurses, the people who raise your kids and clean your parents’ bedpans, comparatively penniless — you made a lot of money.

-Matt Taibbi

This is the last time I’m doing this (for now)

Jesus, here lies my brother
Tortured and blown
Stretch for the heavens and go
…I watch him go
Here it comes

Jesus was a poor boy
Jesus was a poor boy
“It’s justa spring clean for the May queen”
I’m coming home

And this one’s for the life
This one’s for the funeral in the rain
And if only for tonight
This one’s for the funeral in the rain

We decided last night that it’s not just the industry in which we work that leads to us leaving so many behind so young.  I’m sure, honestly, that that has something to do with it — we deal in alcohol, we all drink (most of us too much), we smoke, we’ve got histories of drug use and fighting and possibly even a little real criminal activity under our belts.  We’ve lived too much too soon, saved too little, seen more and planned less than most people ever will.

So, yeah, there’s all that, but as was pointed out to me, when you work in a bar for as long as I have, you come in contact with more people than in other worlds.  And a lot of them are one-and-done, sure, but a lot more are at least acquaintances, some become regulars, and a few become friends. Plus the steady stream of people coming and going from jobs in the bars, and then the fact that a lot of the bars form a big, loose, dysfunctional family.

The day’s gone and the year’s gone
And I don’t know when I’m coming home
I can’t hold on to what I’ve had
When what I’ve had
There’s nothing left at all…

So this one’s for the life
This one’s for the funeral in the rain
And if only for tonight
Close your eyes and try to sleep again…

You try to take moments like this to shift your perspective, to realign your priorities. When you realize and accept that this day, any day, any moment, could be your last, you try hard to weed out the unnecessary worries and stresses in your life.  You try to figure out what really means something, what you hope to accomplish, what is important to you and what’s a straight waste of time.

It’s too easy to get caught up in grief and the cessation of any momentum you’ve built up. There’s a comfort in wrapping yourself in that blanket of tears and pity, just stopping and letting come what may, but it’s important to use these moments as stimulus to keep moving forward, to reset your sights, to separate the signal from the noise and focus on the sounds that mean something to you.

Because death is best left to the dead, and those of us still here have the responsibility and gift of living.

A world away, you turn away
I’m wide awake, and I don’t need your home
Tell me why he went, it seems to be
An element to this mystery
It’s so cold today, so I get away
And I’m left behind with nothing but words…

And I went to the funeral in the rain
And I went to the funeral in the rain

Some find this as a firmament to faith; some find cracks in the foundation.  For those of us without dreams of another world after this one, an afterlife or reincarnation or acceptance into the Great Hivemind of the Universe, it’s a simpler time, and simultaneously more complicated.  There is no strength to be found from a higher power, but the questions still remain without easy answers.

But at the same time, I don’t have to evaluate whether or not I’ll be going to Heaven or Hell or Nirvana or Valhalla based on my actions of today or tomorrow.  Nor do I really worry, personally, about whether I’ll be remembered fondly or even at all after I’m gone.  I’ll be gone.  What does it matter?

I hope that I can leave behind a sense of closure — no big works left unfinished, no farewells left unsaid.  I hope that I can avoid anyone that I care about feeling any sort of guilt, whether responsibility for what happened to me or a lack of chance to end our time together on a better note.  But that’s all I do – hope – because that’s all I can do. There are no guarantees, no promises; I might have 60 more years ahead of me, or 60 seconds, and the same goes for everyone in my life.

And that’s okay.  If for no other reason than, in the words of Vonnegut: “So it goes.”

But until it goes, I’ll try my best to appreciate what and who I have, to keep moving forward, and not to sweat the small stuff.  And I’ll try to teach others to do the same.

lyrics from FUNERAL by Devin Townsend, from the Ocean Machine album, ©1997 HevyDevy Records