Courtesy of Pim Arts over on the LiveNirvana site…
https://uk.yahoo.com/movies/first-trailer-for-unflinching-kurt-cobain-film-113342300161.html
Courtesy of Pim Arts over on the LiveNirvana site…
https://uk.yahoo.com/movies/first-trailer-for-unflinching-kurt-cobain-film-113342300161.html
Immediate respect to Mr. John Jung for passing this on to me – how fascinating. If the individual who started this whole sorry tale wanted attention they’ve certainly got it. Incidentally, to focus on more positive issues worthy of attention, do check the Facebook pages for Monkeywrench and Bloodloss, two early Mark Arm bands – John supports both pages.
First things first, it’s very visibly a fake. If this was a Nirvana cut then it’d be near incredible for it to be so fully formed yet not to arise in the comprehensive record of Nirvana studio work. Similarly, a full Nirvana cut in this type of quality that wasn’t recorded in studio? Near impossible on the technology of the time – this isn’t a pre-digital or early-digital effort. if you wanted to dissect it further then instrumentally there are plenty of points where the ‘squareness’ of the backing doesn’t match Nirvana’s more fluid style – that’s even before one gets to the voice. The treatments applied in an attempt to make it sound more like Cobain, or at least to veil it, are pretty ineffective – it just isn’t Cobain.
Second things, do I believe there really is going to be a legal action? Not really. I feel it’s more like a ‘cease and desist’ situation. There is a valid claim that the back story the person has constructed involving thieving from Courtney Love, involving hacking into supposedly digitized archives, is pretty fair reason for a mild bit of legal action – they’re using Courtney as a source of legitimacy to try and back up the credibility of their fake. I think it’s a warning shot – but I’m also sure locating the individual concerned isn’t a difficult business. One view might be “why is Courtney bothering if it isn’t real?” I think it isn’t unreasonable for her to be pretty annoyed by the individual concerned and the way they’ve formulated things – I can also imagine that having been recently involved in the premieres of “Montage of Heck” perhaps issues involving Kurt Cobain are sensitive right now? But I’m speculating. I see no reason why the threat of legal action should make anyone doubt that this is a fake song.
A shame in a way, there’s clearly a talented musician or group of musicians at work behind the smokescreen. And I don’t mind fakes really – it keeps collectors on their toes, is an irritant at best, an understandable attempt to get a rise out of people…And sometimes, just sometimes, I can see why people would want to test themselves against the individuals they see as the finest examples of their art. On the other hand, however, it does soak up the time and the minds of people who put a lot into sourcing lost Nirvana material, it is a bit tiresome hearing another awful impersonation – the joke gets old pretty quick. I mainly shrug and feel a little bit sorry for people – it isn’t worth being annoyed about.
In the meantime, yep, guess you may have noticed, the team at my publisher for “I Found My Friends” arranged for the final chapter to be provided to SPIN and ESQUIRE magazine on Friday. I confess it was a nice surprise – I didn’t know about either, I only found out when people sent me the links. Naturally I blush that there’s a lazy factual error (Daniel or Calvin Johnson? Oops…) that came about when I was rushing during the post-completion editing process – I think I even seeing it but not reading it properly. Naturally though I just hope you enjoy the chapter. I wanted it to not be about Cobain’s death – this book was about the memories of the musicians who shared the stages with Nirvana, who shared the band’s life in the underground, so though it couldn’t be ignored, his death wasn’t as important to me as so many good lives in the book. Likewise, I wanted to make some small mark of respect to other people who lost someone close, to other musicians who didn’t survive. Having felt loss these past years I think it is a special feeling, I think our loved ones deserve our pain, and that both Kurt Cobain AND the others mentioned all deserve to be recalled by those who cared for them. Paying small respect was the least I could do.
Here’s the links if you didn’t see them. Book is out March 31 in the U.S., it’ll be much later on European sites.
http://www.spin.com/articles/nick-soulsby-oral-history-of-nirvana-excerpt/
Full chapter at Esquire:
As a passing comment, there are hundreds of comments on the relevant Facebook posts for Spin and Esquire. My favourite was the one stating that they suspect I’ve been paid by Courtney Love to write the book. Gosh, she’s one impressive woman – to pay off 210 people from 170 bands, plus my agent, the team at the publisher…Incredible. On a personal note, if anyone is looking for a ghost writer I’d totally go for it! 😉
So, everyone taken a moment with a Nirvana song today…?
I admit I usually avoid writing just to mark the occasion of Kurt Cobain’s birthday or his death either. This site has been going some two and a bit years, there are 400 posts up here and though I’ve been running low on the deeper analyses that I prefer to run I’ve never felt much need to switch over to thinking my random musings are anywhere near as good or interesting as some proper discussion of a big meaty Nirvana topic. So I’ve always felt I’ll write when there’s something to say, not just to mark an occasion.
But breaking that habit…Even today I spoke to two separate people who both said “I remember where I was when he died.”
I don’t think Kurt Cobain was ‘more special’ than anyone. While writing “I Found My Friends” I learnt of more than a dozen musicians who played alongside Nirvana and died tragically young – they’re each worth remembrance by those who loved them. But that’s where I find the point to be. It’s not about superstars and god-heads and icons and saints. It’s about people who have connected with one’s life. Cobain reached a position where millions felt that connection, some form of link – and that’s worthy of respect. There’s no disrespect in the way he commands a wider reach than one’s own lost loved ones; more people mourning or remembering doesn’t mean the remembrance is of greater value, nor does remembering someone you may or may not have seen or met in person devalue it. Sometimes people sneer at feeling expressed toward something one did not experience or someone one never met – but they’re wrong to privilege their personal lived reality so highly as to ignore the many things that impact our lives, that are of significance, that we don’t touch or speak to directly. Those things are also worthy of note and remembering too.
As I said, I don’t think Cobain was ‘more special’ but I truly do think he deserves to be seen as an inspirational figure. Social mobility, the dream of the equal playing field where anyone can rise from the bottom to the top is – frankly – a damned lie these days as money entrenches privilege to a degree not seen in America ever and in the U.K. since the days of rule by the aristocracy. Only a tiny number will make it, but that’s no reason to be cynical about their achievement – it shows it can be done, it shows the limitations too, but it is worth admiring and wanting to make happen. These past few years I’ve felt truly privileged to speak to musicians, writers, artists and instigators the world over – it’s amazing to see people putting their time and energy into making anything that is about self-expression not just about money, or obeying orders, or pleasing others. All of it, from the smallest effort, is worth respect and celebration. Cobain’s ability to go from semi-homeless, emotionally damaged drop-out to the pinnacle of his chosen field is a testament to hard work, to compromise, to non-compromise, to the support of others and to self-sufficiency all at once. We can celebrate all those things for the part they played rather than privileging one over the other.
I also think Cobain’s rise provides an example of how to live. I don’t want to live fast and die young. I don’t want to leave grieving relatives alongside an immortal reputation. But I do want to believe that there’s a lot more to life than acquiring excessive cash, exercising power over others, doing what it takes to be popular. Standing here seven years after the worst downturn since the 1930s, looking at the evidence of banks manipulating entire markets, bankers actively deceiving democratically elected governments, the media stealing data from ordinary people just to make a story or corrupting coverage to protect wealthy investors…I’m glad to look on Kurt Cobain as a hero of mine for reaching a position where he could have had all the corrupt indulgence he wished…And decided he didn’t want it.
I also think looking at Cobain’s sad end made me think about what kinds of heroes I want and what about them I’d like to live up to. At the moment I think Hervé Falciani is one of the bravest men I’ve ever witnessed – he has risked life and liberty to expose that a bank was laundering money for drug gangs, purchasing equipment to be relayed to them, deliberately helping people who felt that only the ‘plebs’ like you or I should pay for the infrastructure of our country. Looking across the last few years I look at Mohammed Bouazizi – maybe the future isn’t what we hoped in 2011 it might be but one man acted, did what he felt was right, and brought down governments who had stood with a foot on people’s throats for decades. Who can still believe that they, one person alone, can make no difference in this life after that moment? When I look at the inspiration Cobain has provided to people to do things with their lives I see a lot of goodness. People can change the world or they can just change the lives of those who know and love them. Again, both are worthy of respect – both mean that you, I, we matter.
Thinking back on Nirvana now in February 2014 I do get self-indulgent; my grandfather died one week before I visited Seattle for the first time – I can’t think of Seattle without missing him. My father died the week I handed in “I Found My Friends” – I can’t think of the book without missing him. My godfather died just weeks ago – I’ll never think of these days before the book release without missing him. But I also think that losing people I love meant I appreciated more how much pain people must have experienced when Cobain died – that it was a personal experience for them and speaking of him needs to be treated respectfully because he wasn’t just some TV screen or on vinyl ghost.
Anyways. Happy Cobain Birthday to every true fan out there. Hope there’ll be a lot of Nirvana pleasures ahead this year and there’ll be something each of you chooses to do to make your lives or the lives of those you love that bit more amazing in 2015.
2015 promises to be a bit of a bumper year it seems for film treatments of the band Nirvana…Or, more precisely, of Kurt Cobain. The rise/fall model, plus the icon status accorded to Cobain since his death, place him in a separate category to the average superstar musician – he’s into the realm of Elvis, Lennon, Hendrix, Ian Curtis…There’s a dependency on the ‘one man’ model of cinema in which a plot is played out via a central character who must possess certain talismanic qualities. Retelling the story of Nirvana thus becomes a retelling of the tale of Kurt Cobain because, let’s be fair, without his remarkable rise to fame and his tragic ending there’d probably not be a cinema interest in him and he’d be confined to the same fan-only band releases as most artists on music DVDs. What I want to do here is just briefly glimpse over the record of Nirvana and Cobain on film from the earliest commercial release through to the present, ignoring (mostly) performance releases like Live at Reading.
The progress of Nirvana on film commences with brief appearances in Dave Markey’s 1991: the Year Punk Broke. Released at the peak of Nirvanamania, it captured Nirvana in August 1991 playing sideshow to Dinosaur Jr and Sonic Youth – just one band among peers. This entire vibe was emphasised by the back stage footage of the friends pranking around and amusing each other – a community feel. Cobain wasn’t even a particularly elevated presence though perhaps he did gain a little more airtime than his colleagues it was the scantest difference. It’s a great music film incidentally, lots of neat asides about what was already occurring prior to the eruption of Nevermind. Thurston Moore’s famous declaration about 1991 as the year that punk broke was made prior to Nirvana becoming the world’s biggest band – a prescient comment. I’d have a suspicion that more Nirvana footage was incorporated during the editing process across 1992 given what had subsequently happened to the band – a comment on sudden lucrativeness.
Next came Nirvana’s own attempt to speak to their experience. Live! Tonight! Sold Out! (1994) is mainly remembered – rightly – as a stitched together compilation of band performances. I’d suggest, however, that it’s the first real attempt to make a cinematic treatment of the Nirvana tale. The format worked out by Kurt Cobain himself in collaboration with Kevin Kerslake and his team is a montage piecing together chunks of Cobain’s own collection of interview footage, back stage material and whatever else band members had taped of one another over the year. There isn’t necessarily a storyline, it’s more a portrayal of a single moment in Nirvana’s career – a whirl of 1992 confusion which still manages to be, at times, amusing, funny, irreverent as well as confused and disjointed and uncertain. While the net is cast relatively wide in terms of gathering material, there are still limitations and the mood remains rooted in that one location and in a certain petulant aggression aimed at fame and the Nirvana mythos at that moment in time when Cobain was contemplating its creation. Still, it’s a starting point. There are similarities to Nirvana’s earlier appearance in 1991: the Year Punk Broke and the timing seems non-coincidental – Markey’s film came out in December 1992 with Cobain having already started discussions and some work earlier that year with Kerslake as the vision of what the ‘film’ would be expanded. Ultimately what stops it advancing is the In Utero tour and the sad end of Cobain but this might have been something more. Still, it sits comfortably in the band DVD realm currently.
The next big endeavour took a few years to emerge. Kurt and Courtney (1998), I’ll admit, is entertaining as heck. Hand on heart, I don’t believe the murder conspiracies, but that’s irrelevant to this tale of watching a guy trying to make a film. Given the experiences the Cobain couple had in 1992-1993 with outsiders prying into their lives and running around asking anyone and everyone for tales, I’m not hugely surprised that Nick Broomfield’s bull in a china shop haring about was ever going to make him appealing. Again, irrelevant. The result is a rather scattershot enterprise combining the interviews he acquires with his own narration and ‘making of’ tale that set the style for films about Kurt Cobain and Nirvana – focused on death, often ad-libbed or experimental in approach, not necessarily an advert for slickness. It’s a talking heads set-up in the main but there are enough people who are interesting to see talk to make it rewarding. Wonderfully it could be taken as a fine argument for or against the conspiracy tales given everyone in the movie – barring his aunt who thinks he committed suicide – comes across as unusual if not outright embittered or loopy. Please take that as a statement of opinion not fact of course – give it a watch, have fun! It marked the emerging focus on the death of Cobain as the moment of critical public interest beyond Nirvana fans and music fans, the piece that made it social/cultural history rather than just music ‘stuff’.
As an aside, I’m not neglecting the ongoing procession of straight-to-DVD interview and commentary collections that have emerged; I just gave up on them after a bit through no great fault of there’s. You’ll know the ones – Teen Spirit, All Apologies, the Nevermind ‘making of’ disc, there’s one on my shelf called ‘Too Young to Die’ which is a taping of a German TV show…Nothing to add on them except the obvious marketability of Kurt Cobain and Nirvana – with Cobain being the bigger draw. He’s overshadowing his own band.
By the next decade Cobain’s standing had truly grown. The band of which he was a part has kinda become back story at most to the crucial figure as Cobain becomes a dramatic model – a template for whatever one wishes, doomed youth? Wronged victim? Man? Last Days (2005) performed a thinly fictionised take on Cobain’s final week in Seattle on the lam. Again, no pretence that my perspective on the film is the only one possible, but as a cinematic experience there comes a point where the absence of a plot creates a definite level of boredom. It’s a film perfect for those who believe myths of the millennial generation’s ennui, who believe that there really are millions of people out there just gazing blankly at mirrors then hoping people look at them. Ultimately there’s nothing to the film bar staring at the main character in various states of dress/undress, activity/inactivity, glasses on/off – other people are barely relevant. There’s an absence of any commentary on the subject – but there’s also an absence of any commentary from the subject either. By taking no stance, placing no words in the character’s mouth, there’s a void. Being charitable I’d point out that it allows meaning to be imposed and created by the observer – the puppet’s head fills with whatever one might wish. A contrast with the director’s work Elephant, however, is that in Elephant there’s an end point building amid the lives being lived that maintains a tension and creates forward motion – that’s gone here.
About a Son (2006) was a further experiment in documentary-making. Michael Azerrad’s tapes of Cobain in interview across autumn/winter 1992 and spring 1993 were combined with a tourist guide video of Cobain related scenery and locales. Criticisms that could be levelled are that the reliance on one set of interviews, from one specific time in Cobain’s life, creates a uniformity of mood and perspective – a certain deadness. Similarly it spray-paints over Cobain’s sometimes flexible relationship with truth – not a criticism of him, we all embellish and tell stories differently depending on time and place – without any corrective provided by other sources. I’ve commented on the film before that Cobain basically flames an awful lot of people and places in the recordings – a negative posture that doesn’t leave much room for warmth. I guess that’s my ultimate criticism perhaps, that while a very watchable (and listenable) film, it still circles the ‘tragic end’ school of cinema because it’s hard not to get to the end without thinking; “gee, this guy was gloomy and depressed and negative,” which seems such a one dimensional vision…
So, onwards to the New Year – two new entries. Soaked in Bleach comes out later this year and, at least judging by early material, there’s been substantial effort expended on it with full scale replicas of required locations and attention to the kind of knit-picking detail that keeps the average conspiracy buff typing in capital letters to their heart’s content. Essentially it’s the Cobain death trip retold by private investigator Tom Grant – if you’ve absorbed the material in the two Halperin books, plus the material on Grant’s own website then you’ll pretty much have what to expect plot-wise. More intriguing, of course, is that this is a cinematic experience and therefore it’ll be nice to see how they approach it, portray it, explore it. There are live actors involved, various people interviewed – I’m expecting a combination of re-enactment coupled with talking heads and voiceovers but we’ll see.
All of which rambling brings me to Montage of Heck, this year’s other major Cobain film. Again, I’ve not seen it, others have, the reviews are floating around – why am I particularly pleased to see it? Well, the other week the director Brett Morgen explained his reasons for leaving Cobain’s death well-alone (http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2015/01/28/the-secret-life-of-kurt-cobain-brett-morgen-s-eye-opening-documentary-montage-of-heck.html). It’s certainly a little mischievous as an explanation, it’s not like the film doesn’t sound haunted by Cobain’s death, it’s not like it doesn’t set up ‘reasons’ for the end – death is coming and it is in the room regardless of where the film cuts. However, when looking back over the record of Cobain as a cinema experience it’s a pleasure to contemplate a film that extends beyond Cobain as ghost voice speaking at a difficult moment as part of a campaign to orchestrate positive stories about Nirvana/Cobain (and to fill the hole awaiting a book about the band and its lead singer) and focuses more on birth and life. It’s interest in him as a person rather than as a whodunit is what makes me feel pretty warmly toward it – a fuller entity rather than just an episode. The yardstick against which I’m judging it is the Tupac: Resurrection movie – which was basically a hagiography which glossed an awful lot of the unpleasantness in the life of Tupac Shakur in favour of a rousing application for contemporary sainthood. Morgen’s effort takes a similar approach – combining footage sources from throughout his life with his own voice recordings – but seems far more personal; the core of Resurrection stemmed from more commercial sources like TV interviews, video shoots and so forth rather than the personal archive and self-filmed/self-recorded matter Cobain and his loved ones built up. The weaving of multiple source formats – art, music, journals, spoken word recordings, video recordings – also feels original and leads me toward a strong degree of positivity here. Eight years in the making? Sheesh, it’s just nice to see a genuinely new cinematic take.
Is there anything left to say after 2015? Oh, there’ll always be someone willing to give it a shot. My presumption is the full-on biopic must be out there somewhere… Otherwise, I’m uncertain. One varied reprisal would be the lacing of interview material from multiple sources and eras (there’s enough of it out there) to reprise the About a Son approach with greater diversity of sources. Similarly, tales of Nirvana created in that way might be a possibility given the official Nirvana DVDs have made scant use of the interview footage. Maybe the Spinal Tap style comedy treatment is somewhere down the line…
I was invited to contribute this to the Vinyl Factory (previously benefactors who permitted me to rave about the Pacific North West – http://www.thevinylfactory.com/vinyl-factory-releases/beyond-nirvana-10-essential-under-the-radar-grunge-records-from-the-seattle-era/) essentially just yelling “SWANS are awesome!!!” at everyone in a foam-flecked and spitting mass of shiny-eyed, head-rushed devotion.
It’s not a ‘top ten’, it’s simply a declaration of ten Swans releases from the 1982-1998 period that I feel best represent the band in particular eras or that are particularly unique and rewarding. Certainly it’d be hard to ever claim Swans were a ‘nice’ band, their concerns were deeply metaphysical; flesh as an anchor forcing compromise and failure upon the soul and spirit, the voluntary subjugation of mind and soul beneath ideologies and social arrangements, the potential for oblivion as the only freedom, the eventual declarations of scorn upon those who ignored the band and blunt statements of the end of the project. Cheery stuff for a Wednesday but genuinely superlative and significant music.
1989, the year Nirvana go from being nobodies to somebodies. I think that’s a fair statement – genius doesn’t just live out there with a pre-allotted meeting with destiny all set up so that definitely everyone of true talent is captured, noticed and gets to where they’re going. Regardless of Nirvana’s talents they needed support, product that people might actually be able to see, supporters able to get them in front of bigger audiences, media coverage to lure in a few more eyes…Otherwise they’d just be another band playing great stuff in obscurity on lo-fi equipment, recorded on the cheap, performed over junk PA systems in butt-end of nowhere clubs.
Nirvana needed Sub Pop – Sub Pop needed decent bands. But in 1989 it was clear that Tad were higher up the pecking order while Mudhoney were at the top. And that’s just the running order on one label, it doesn’t reflect how far down the ‘grunge’/’Seattle’ buzz running Nirvana were. It’s trick getting back in that mindset really – to the idea of a future superstar as a band that hasn’t played anywhere except at home, that can’t keep a drummer (even Chad is barely over the six months in), that has a single out that no one can get hold of and one song on a compilation that isn’t exactly spread far and wide.
Nirvana’s tentativeness is visible physically. They pop down to Portland then retreat home. They stretch themselves a little further and hit a couple of venues in California, then home. They ramble about Washington State catching time with Sub Pop bands and local friends – there’s always a ‘buddy’ along which saves Sub Pop a bit of cash and helps promote the label all in one. Nirvana are, to the greatest degree, at the beck and call of forces beyond their control. Album recorded by early January but requires a while for the label to get it manufactured and out into the world. Tour awaiting the label’s acquisition of a van – Nirvana aren’t really self-starters when it comes to self-releasing or self-promoting, others do it for them. But still, its progress…
I interviewed members of 170 bands for the “I Found My Friends” book, the following list is intended to show which gigs those bands played alongside Nirvana – just as a guide to coverage and scope. Hope its looking good to you… March 31, oh I am definitely looking forward to it…
1989
January 6, Portland — Mudhoney
January 21, Portland
February, Olympia — K Dorm. Helltrout and Psychlodds
February 10, San Francisco, CA
February 11, San Jose, CA — Mudhoney, Vomit Launch
February 25, Seattle — The Fluid, Skin Yard
April 1, Olympia — Helltrout, S.G.M., Tree House
April 7, Seattle — Love Battery
April 14, Ellensburg — King Krab
April 26, Seattle — Steel Pole Bath Tub
May 26, Auburn — Bible Stud, Skin Yard
June 9, Seattle — Mudhoney, Tad
June 10, Portland — Grind
June 16, Olympia (as Industrial Nirvana) — Lush
June 21, Seattle
June 22, San Francisco, CA — Bad Mutha Goose
June 23, Los Angeles, CA
June 24, Los Angeles, CA — Clawhammer, Stone by Stone
June 25, Tempe, AZ — Crash Worship, Sun City Girls
June 27, Sante Fe, NM — 27 Devils Joking, Monkeyshines
June 30, San Antonio, TX — Happy Dogs, Swaziland White Band
July 1, Houston, TX — Bayou Pigs, David von Ohlerking
July 2, Fort Worth, TX
July 3, Dallas, TX
July 5, Iowa City, IA — Blood Circus
July 6, Minneapolis, MN
July 7, Madison, WI
July 8, Chicago, IL
July 9, Wilkinsburg, PA
July 12, Philadelphia, PA — Napalm Sunday
July 13, Hoboken, NJ — Tad
July 15, Jamaican Plain, MA — Cheater Slicks, Death of Samantha
July 18, New York, NY — Cows, God Bullies, Lonely Moans, Surgery
August 20 & 28 — Cobain and Novoselic take part in The Jury recording sessions — Screaming Trees
August 26, Seattle — Cat Butt, Mudhoney
September 26, Seattle — Dickless, Knife Dance
September 28, Minneapolis, MN
September 30, Chicago, IL — Eleventh Day Dream
October 1, Champaign, IL — Steel Pole Bath Tub
October 2, Kalamazoo, IL — Steel Pole Bath Tub
October 3, Ann Arbor, MI — Steel Pole Bath Tub
October 4 or 5, Toledo, OH — Steel Pole Bath Tub
October 6, Cincinnati, OH — Grinch
October 7, Lawrence, KS — 24/7 Spyz
October 8, Omaha, NE — Mousetrap
October 11, Denver, CO — The Fluid
October 13, Boulder, CO
October 23, Newcastle, U.K. — The Cateran, Tad
October 24, Manchester, U.K. — The Cateran, Tad
October 25, Leeds, U.K. — The Cateran, Tad
October 27, London, U.K. — The Cateran, Tad
October 28, Portsmouth, U.K. — The Cateran, Tad
October 29 until December 2 — Tad
December 3, London, U.K. — Tad, Mudhoney
Felt it was time to share the information about the individuals telling the tale in “I Found My Friends.” Basically with 210 people, with some 170 bands, it’s a long list but I hope an intriguing one. I’ve arranged it as a chronology so you can see who was playing with Nirvana when and so forth… When I first started all this there was that curiosity about who these bands were, I want to write pieces about them on the blog as soon as possible, but I also felt that here were were at 25 years distance at least and that as the limits of memory are reached maybe it was a good moment to begin recording those memories. Turning them into a book, into this bigger compilation of stories and experiences, meant a fleshed out picture told by people who were actually there at the time – not just observers but guys and gals who were up on the same stages, sharing gear with Nirvana, hanging out with the band or just breezing past a band who – in 1987-1988 – were just another band…
1987
I confess the early days truly intrigued me…The start or end of something always has a certain emphatic edge that invites curiosity. Of the ten bands Nirvana played with in 1987 I was blessed and managed to speak to members of eight of them; Nisqually Delta Podunk Nightmare, Yellow Snow, Danger Mouse, Soylent Green, Lansdat Blister, Hell’s Kitchen, Inspector Luv and the Ride Me Babies and the Sons of Ishmael. I was informed via a contact that no one in Silent Treatment recalls much about the show with a young Nirvana – meanwhile, unfortunately, I only spoke to members of the Magnet Men after the deadline for the book had passed so that was that. As a wonderful addition – in my eyes – I received true help and support from Ryan Aigner, Nirvana’s first manager, and the guys from the band Black Ice who lived at the house where Nirvana played their first house party – the Raymond show. On the “With the Lights Out” box set, on the Led Zeppelin cover, it’s actually Tony Poukkula who can be heard yelping how he doesn’t know the solo to “Heartbreaker” before cracking out a brief rip.
1988
Nirvana had a busier year but still, twenty-three gigs is hardly awe-inspiring. They supported twenty nine bands in 1988 of whom I was able to speak to members of Attica, Blood Circus, the Butthole Surfers, Chemistry Set, Coffin Break, DOA, Herd of Turtles, King Krab, Lansdat Blister, Leaving Trains, Lush, Moral Crux, My Name, Psychlodds, Sister Skelter, Skin Yard, Swallow, Tad, the Fluid, the Thrown-ups, Treacherous Jaywalkers and Vampire Lezbos. Alas, Happy Dead Juans, we were too late…Too late…Likewise, though locating a former member of Millions of Dead Leninz (definitely one of the bands I obsessed over the longest) we didn’t get to discuss anything. That’s twenty two of twenty nine…Not bad…Not bad…
Anyways…There we go…Let’s see where next shall we? Incidentally, if you prefer to buy from a non-Amazon source then the book is up for pre-order at IndieBound and B&N:
B&N: http://hyperurl.co/nirvBN
Indiebound: http://hyperurl.co/nirvIND
The list below is intended to show a complete record of Nirvana’s shows (with date/location from the Nirvana Live Guide) then which shows feature a band from whom a member or various members took part in “I Found My Friends.” There are six shows in 1987-1988 that were not played by a musician featured in the book.
1987
March, Raymond — Black Ice
Skid Row plays one undated house party in Aberdeen March/April
April 18, Tacoma — Nisqually Delta Podunk Nightmare, Soylent Green, Yellow Snow
May 1, Olympia — Dangermouse, Lansdat Blister, Nisqually Delta Podunk Nightmare
May 27, Tacoma — Hell’s Kitchen, Soylent Green
August 9, Tacoma — Inspector Luv and the Ride Me Babies, Sons of Ishmael
1988
January 23, Tacoma — Moral Crux
March — Dave Foster plays the Caddy Shack house in Olympia as the band’s drummer
March 19, Tacoma — Lush, Vampire Lezbos
March/April — One show at The Witch House, Olympia plus Nirvana’s first Seattle show
April 24, Seattle — Blood Circus
May 14, Olympia — Lansdat Blister, Sister Skelter
May 21, Olympia — Herd of Turtles, Lansdat Blister
May 28, Olympia— Sister Skelter
May — In time for an undated Seattle show Chad Channing joins on drums
June 2, Seattle — Chemistry Set
June 17, Ellensburg — King Krab, Lush
July 3, Seattle — Blood Circus, The Fluid
July 23, Seattle — Leaving Trains
July 30, Seattle — Skin Yard
August 20, Olympia — My Name, Swallow
August 29, Seattle — Treacherous Jaywalkers
October undated house party on Bainbridge Island
October 28, Seattle — Blood Circus, Butthole Surfers
October 30, Olympia — Lansdat Blister, Lush
November 23, Bellingham — Coffin Break, Skin Yard
December 1, Seattle — Coffin Break, D.O.A.
December 21, Hoquiam — Attica, Psychlodds
December 28, Seattle — Blood Circus, Swallow, Tad, the Thrown Ups
Throughout the book I do deviate from chronology – sometimes there were topics I wanted to tackle in more detail, or people said things that were so interesting to me I wanted to delve in and reinforce them with the views and opinions of others. I hope it makes sense to you as a reader and that the slalom ride between following the live dates and making sense of the journey works for you. Often it was a simple question of memory – this is a LONNNNnnnnng time ago now, where were you twenty-five years ago? I was seven/eight years old – I remember nothing. Plus, shocking statement, the truth is that Nirvana – for quite a long time in fact – were just ‘another band’. That’s what really engrossed me was this sense of Nirvana as being a fairly indistinguishable part of the overall scene, surrounded by friends and comrades doing exactly the same thing with deviations in sound, style, energy…Before Nirvana gradually become something else all their own… It felt good to restore a sense of normalness…That this was people doing something they loved not rock-demi-gods momentarily visiting Earth…
An immediate thank you to my friend James who collated the Montage of Heck reviews thus saving me a ton of time and energy! Kudos and thanks.
http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/review/kurt-cobain-montage-heck-sundance-766524
http://www.theverge.com/2015/1/25/7888931/kurt-cobain-montage-of-heck-sundance-film-festival-2015
http://collider.com/kurt-cobain-montage-of-heck-review/
I’ve nothing to add really – I would hate to comment too deeply on something I haven’t seen or where I only have a certain quantity of information. Basically it looks/sounds like there’s been some deep love gone into the visual realisation of the project, that the selection of footage and material has been pretty unflinching, its been reviewed by film critics not music critics so I can understand why there’s no mention of unheard Kurt Cobain music in the early reviews (picking out what is previously released versus unreleased would take quite a deep knowledge and awareness), sounds like the focus is precisely what Brett Morgen promised – far more interest in Cobain as a personality and as an emotional being and far less in recounting the well-known narrative of Nirvana’s career…Cool, all good. I await with pleasure.
Amazing how information connects up – the value of other views is that one simply doesn’t know what one has missed or forgotten at any point in time. Thus, as well as the two releases mentioned by John Moloney, other people have kindly pointed out items such as a split release from Thurston Moore, the Golden Calves Century Band and Dr. Gretchen’s Musical Weightlifting in 1999, Bark Haze (dang! Thank you Sergey Egorov! I felt a complete fool when I saw that!) plus his participation in the Velvet Monkeys (again…Doh!) Love it! This is how it should be – it’s how I learn, information added to information added to…Plus friends and charming new acquaintances surrounding and making it all good. All the best to John K here!
Thurston makes no secret that he’s a vast consumer of music – a lover of free jazz, patron of noise and experiment musics, that while retaining a foot in alternative rock he’s buried the other ankle-deep in improvisational terrain with jazz inflections. His patronage of events like Brighton’s always awesome Colour Out of Space Festival makes clear he’s plenty of time for these spaces now well-outside the mainstream. I also think it’s fair to say that usually a particular sound of interest has distracted Thurston for spells of two-three years at a time; his early time with the guitar symphonies, SY’s gothic phase in the mid-Eighties coinciding with his efforts with Lydia Lunch. SY and Thurston flirted with hip hop for a spell in the mid-Eighties and left a document in the form of “the Whitey Album” but his solo discography would abandon it unless a one-off live performance with Christian Marclay’s avant turntabilism and a collaboration with Beck – both in 2000 – count as a slight return. He referenced his eternal love of punk and hardcore via the Dim Stars project, by having Ian MacKaye join the band for the song “Youth Against Fascism” and with mid-Nineties SY covers of Youth Brigade’s hardcore anthemic “No Song II” (on the “TV Shit” collaboration with Boredoms’ Yamatsuka Eye and Dinosaur Jr’s J Mascis in 1994) and “Nic Fit” by DC Hardcore forerunners, the Untouchables (on 1992’s “Dirty”) – both song derived from Dischord Records’ releases – then returned to at least echoes of that scene with the much belated Chelsea Light Moving (2013.) 1998’s mixed media experiment “Root” saw Thurston pass recordings to a huge range of artists to reinterpret and remix with an art exhibition associated with it – remixes behind an arena SY and Thurston have had surprisingly little to do with despite it becoming a space-filling/gap-filling trend for many bands over the last two decades. He doesn’t go back to the world of substantial remixing projects though the occasional one-off track does exist here and there for other artists.
(Thurston Moore and Andy Pyne – January 2013 in Brighton, UK)
The mash-up combination of Christian Marclay, Thurston and Lee Ranaldo (2000) – an album named after an audience member’s shout of “fuck shit up!” that commences the hour long “Paix, Amour” – played live at the Festival International de Musique Actuelle de Victoriaville on May 24, 1999. Siren warnings underlie what sounds like musicians warming themselves, limbering up for what they’ll soon unleash. It’s, of course, impossible to distinguish Thurston from Lee when they’re engaged in work of this nature – both mount such expansive arrays of well-honed tricks into the atmosphere that really it’s best just to settle and admire two masters at work. What’s intriguing is how Marclay’s stunts often blend so seamlessly into what the other two are doing, three individuals used to using instruments in ways that escape the normal palette. It’s often the more regular noises that therefore surprise on something this ‘out’ – layering trumpet fanfares on top of one another with that alarm bell tension as guitars chitter like monkeys or hoot elephant calls. The diversity of sonic creation is striking; catching moments where a particular sound catches the ear or binds fast to another element on display. What’s most on display is the musicians’ willingness to use restraint, to focus on a particular approach and run it down to the end of its usefulness within the context of the others’ efforts – noise, as in sheer deployment of volume and device is a sparsely used respite from more subtle interrogation of the instrument. The responsiveness to one another runs deep – without ever tipping over into something as crass as a song there are spells in which a mood predominates and all reinforce it whether that’s the gothic horror vibe soon after the half hour or the percussive shuffle-step driven by Marclay around the fifty minute mark. The nine minute closer “Pour Diane Allaire” even finds time for knowing wit as Marclay mixes in the opening guitar riff of Sonic Youth’s “The Wonder” from “Daydream Nation.” From that point the furling and unfurling of Marclay’s samples dominates with the guitars contributing something close to the sound of early record scratching to match the back-forth wind-rewind of certain samples. That remarkably blending of the turntable and the guitar gives way half way through to a cascade of feedback as another instrument ping-pongs a tone over the top. That sense of hot spurts jumping from the top of a lava flow persists for the remainder of the track, there’s no particular direction, just a pile-up of diverting sounds emerging from the boiled morass. The ragtime jazz troupe that opens up is another pleasant surprise to bubble to the surface before the well-timed end snatch of what I think is a Sinatra doing the final bars of “Love Me Tender.”
I mentioned “Root” earlier and I clearly recall its purchase. I was in Parrot Records, a now defunct record store under a student accommodation block on Sidney Street in Cambridge – the vacuum bag packaging tickled me pink, likewise it was the first time I’d really paid attention to that “No. X-of-Y” mark on a release. My reaction to it was essentially down to me rather than the release. It isn’t Thurston’s responsibility at all – I’d only just discovered SWANS that Christmas, I didn’t own anything rooted in electronica, I hadn’t yet glanced at Throbbing Gristle let alone Coil, I’d barely even begun exploring Thurston’s non-SY career – there was almost nothing my 19 year old self was likely to have in common with this release. I spent my time wishing he’d simply released the 25 solo guitar pieces with which the whole exercise originated so I might understand what all this sounded like prior to a blizzard of names I didn’t yet know getting their grubby mittens on it. The eclecticism of the result still turns me off today unfortunately; jump-cutting from sound to sound, style to style in a pastiche where some change too much for me to relate result-to-original artist while others change so little what’s the point? Remix records fall into territory where the corruption of the original, while intellectually a perfectly valid and worthy exercise, rarely inspires me the way a good first hearing does. In a way the absence of an original with which to compare should perhaps be a positive but unfortunately that nagging realisation that there was something unseen, unreleased, absent, simply sparked my completist urges and left me frustrated. It was, however, a very valid engagement between art and music, between solo artist and other participants. The packaging was an offbeat comment, the posting of slivers of sound out to potential remixers in vacuum bags with pieces specifically selected for one or t’other performer, it all added a whimsical note to the manufacture of the eventual artefact. Concealment of the original was certainly partly the point given the choice of name for the release. I can’t imagine Thurston’s discography impressing me the way it does without this relinquishing of command and control to others – the breaching of another line in order to experiment with his work and experience the result.
As a sidebar, Thurston has since contributed various remixes to others – listing them out there’s the following of which I’m aware; a remix of Yoko Ono’s “Rising” on a 1996 release, a 2001 remix of Prick Decay’s “Original Soundtrack for AutoeROTic”, a remix of Blur’s “Essex Dogs” released in 1998 on “Bustin’ and Dronin’,” an unusual tribute record called “Atom Kids Remix: 21 Century Boys and Girls” which features Thurston apparently remixing the entire “Atom Kids” album (not a release I’ve ever heard of) which apparently came out around 2002 though I can’t find confirmation of that, a remix for an artist called Ilios in 2000 of a track called “Ktuir”, a 2008 remix for Swiss noise artist Sudden Infant of the song “Somniphobia”, for Jazzkamer there’s a remix entitled “Freemix Norwave” (2001), Thurston Moore contributed to a remix for a gentleman called Jean-Jacques Birgé of a song called “Un Drame Musical Instantané” in 19999, a 2010 remix of Crystal Castles’ “Celestia”, a remix of “Hitokui Papaya” by Shonen Knife in 2005… Again, his willingness to engage with recording technology in this way, to investigate the potential it possesses and to lend his name to others’ creations is an indication of both his artistic and his supportive approach.
A more satisfying release – for me – than the hands-off remix project was the 21 minutes of “TM/MF” released a year later in 2000. Again, there was a wider conceit at work which rather tickled me. This time, Thurston improvised ten guitar works live while the artist Marco Fusinato prepared ten paintings each one to be created within the time limit of one of Thurston’s songs. As an active event it certainly has validity given the musical choice forces the artist to create with a clear and obvious limitation – as a participant it sounds rather fun. There’s an obvious question I still have regarding whether there was any other connection between the music and the paint – did the sound influence the artist, was it meant to, did he use it as a guide or was he too busy getting something – anything – down during the brief couple of minutes most of these tracks last? I’m also a fan of inlay booklets being an active and full element of an album rather than just a collection of lyrics, or credits, or legal blurb, or seemingly random images intended to look cool. In this case the booklet consists of twenty images – one of Thurston creating that track number, next to one of Marco painting to that track. It’s a great little booklet bringing me closer to the event, giving me a little more insight than the aural material alone provides – a further page lists Thurston’s times, then on the opposite page lists what item Marco used to apply the paint in that particular piece. In terms of Thurston’s work nothing lasts long enough or is developed enough to be anything more than a dashed sketch but the concept under which he’s working seems to push Thurston to jump approach on every single song. The sheer range of sounds yielded by the guitar gives an impression of its boundless potential at the same time as it mirrors many of the techniques he uses on other releases we’re discussing here. Track 1 is a minute of jabbed and muted strings walking back and forth along a rudimentary scale; 2 is all dry guitar slides as if cleaning the strings turned into frenzied fret masturbation; 3 is a relatively warm set of hacked chords that one could imagine him playing in a bedroom one morning for later tidying and pruning into something more; 4 combines bends and long neck slides whether with hand or instrument to create oscillating revving; 5 is frantically strummed like the tightly-clenched peak of a mid-Eighties SY solo; 6 trampolines up-and-down with noisy feedback cut down and the strings pulled or hit over and again; 7’s rubbery plucking seems to be a recording of him scrunching strings with one hand then picking or popping strings randomly near or against the pick-ups; 8 goes for simple hollow feedback tones as if the guitar was being passed back and forth slowly in front of the amp; 9 is a bit of muddled strumming showing a liking for switching speed or jumping to a different note at no notice; 10 is a guttural roar, a nice finish, just an amplifier spewing something akin to the afterburner on an F14 Tomcat. I’m sure it was a hoot watching this in the making – not so much fun on record but a worthy distraction and a brief but effective documentation of a moment in time.
This merging of art and live event had to wait a while to reoccur. The 2013 release of “Comes Through in the Call Hold” was a further merging of Thurston’s interests – his most explicit engagement with lyricism as pure poetry. His partners for this release were Anne Waldman and Clark Coolidge and it all took place while on a summer writing program. Various combinations are attempted, each individual lends vocals on one track or another, Coolidge drums on all tracks with the exception of his own vocal turn, a piano is incorporated at one point. Strangely, amid the naked poetry, it’s quite an opportunity to appraise Thurston’s approach to rhythm given the relatively high fidelity of the environment and the sparse accompaniment. What makes his guitar work often sound so ‘foreign’ to conventional playing is that he doesn’t operate within the model of block-chording matched to a time signature with obvious stepped changes signposting equal obvious movements of chord position. What he does instead is more akin to soloing. Thurston strums continuously while making the switch with the result that the partial notes between positions are also captured – the slide is audible over and over again not due to sloppy technique but due to an avoidance of the time-obligated robot steps most rhythm playing involves. Thurston’s approach is a far more fluid entity and it’s understandable that he’s accused of ‘noise making’ given he rarely walks leadenly up-and-down scales – his approach is quite foreign to much of western guitar history. The way he slips from one location on the neck to another is supremely tactile – a conversational liquid in which notes, chords and any other form of contact with the instrument can be incorporated to create a sonic result. The avoidance of simple repetition – Sonic Youth songs often abandoned the verse/chorus/verse progression in favour of verses spliced via occasional bridging phrases – is a further trait, the tendency to move to a new sound or a new place rather than returning to a root takes place often. So, on the title track Thurston strums rolling lines of notes – a relatively comfy ceding of the foreground to Coolidge’s vocal. “Om Krim Kalyai Namah” continues this with Waldman on vocals while Thurston contributes jazzy strums and arpeggios that never stand still and rarely repeat. The release ends with a full half hour blow-out, “Turn Left at the Dog.” The full barrage of tactics is on display – I’m intrigued by how often Thurston is able to produce two layers of sound simultaneously – a second guitar or just incredible ability? The clock-speed and muscle memory he displays is remarkable – to make so many shifts, to incorporate so much ‘material’ while rarely letting a sound that seems undesirable or ‘wrong’…Time must slow down inside his mind to let him play this way.
Raymond Pettibon, Mike Watt and Thurston Moore live in 2013
While Thurston’s discography of collaborations is extensive, there isn’t quite such a wide variety of guest appearances. The most famous is, of course, R.E.M.’s “What’s the Frequency Kenneth?” (1994) off the only album by them I could ever stomach (namely “Monster”), in 1999 he lent guitar-work to poetry by Steve Dalachinsky on a collection entitled “Incomplete Directions” though I’m not sure whether to more than just the song “In the Book of Ice #5” which also features Tom Surgal, band Truman’s Water had Thurston along for the song “Asleep Sneeze” in 1995, a track called “In My Room” (2005) by Hanin Elias, he showed up on two songs by Black Pig Liberation Front in 2000 (namely “Thurstoned” with Anton Price and DJ Low and “Static Nomad Wave; Codex 7” with David Coulter and Palix), a couple of match-ups with DJ Spooky a full decade apart – “Dialectical Transformation II Peace in Rwanda” from 1999’s “Subliminally Minded” EP plus “Known Unknowns” from DJ Spooky’s 2009 album “The Secret Song”…There’s also one appearance on a Lee Ranaldo solo album, providing second guitar to the song “Non-Site #3 on the superb album “Amarillo Ramp (For Robert Smithson)” (1998). He’s also potentially on the SWANS compilation release “Body to Body, Job to Job” having performed a short stint with Michael Gira’s band as a second bassist at their earliest gigs in mid-1982. In 2010 he was roped in by Beck to cover Yanni’s “Santorini.”
What Thurston has indulged in several times, from 1994 onward, is in the orchestration of other musicians into pseudo-bands put together for specific events or actions. In early 1994 he brought together various people for a couple days straight recording. The line-up included Don Fleming and Dave Grohl and took place for the film “Backbeat” – a Beatles’ related excursion. This wouldn’t be his only dive into cinema-related collaborations, the film “Velvet Goldmine” (1998) featured Thurston with a line-up called Wylde Rattz alongside Mike Watt, Mark Arm, Steve Shelley, Don Fleming, Jim Dunbar and Ron Asheton of the Stooges who play a cover of “TV Eye” on the soundtrack with Ewan McGregor on vocals strangely enough. It’s not the only time Thurston has collaborated with a Stooge – in 2014 he covered Gun Club’s “Nobody’s City” in the company of Iggy Pop and Nick Cave for “Axels & Sockets: the Jeffrey Lee Pierce Sessions Project.”
Note made of the Wylde Rattz, of Dim Stars, it’s worth seeing how many full-named bands Thurston pursued outside of Sonic Youth (Twilight don’t count, they were a band before Thurston’s participation.) While treating such entities under a piece on Thurston Moore it’s worth mentioning that they are a breed apart from Thurston’s solo discography – there’s a point to applying a concocted name to one’s output rather than just one’s own given name and those of one’s collaborators. In a sea of so many collaborations it would indeed seem strange if the christening of certain entities was an entirely meaningless gesture. The Dim Stars line-up required a name given its line-up was a combination of three noteworthy acts; Richard Hell (and sometimes Robert Quine) of mid-Seventies New York punk fame, plus Thurston and Steve of Eighties-onward New York alternative fame, plus Don Fleming of Eighties New York rock fame – a full band’s worth of people, playing in a traditional band format, with no clear hierarchy of participants, required a band name to define them as an entity. Dim Stars, as a name, seems deliberately chosen as a description of the nature of indie fame; at this point of time these were all musicians who might be namechecked and referenced in commentary on scenes, eras, genres, other musicians’ records – at the same time as not selling overly many records themselves. The ‘Backbeat Band’, again, was an entity in which, despite Thurston’s guiding role as the man who brought them together, the ample participation of others and the resulting group product required acknowledgement. The song-form product is what differentiates these projects from the majority of Thurston’s collaborations, it’s a different form of group work as compared to studio or live improvisation.
The close relationship with Don Fleming continued throughout the decade with Thurston bringing Don in for the Backbeat project (1994), for a single in 1997 (Thurston Moore & Don Fleming “Sputnik”) for the Wylde Rattz (1998) and for the Foot improvisations (1998-1999.) Only the recent series of collaborations with Mats Gustafsson from 2000 to the present day exceeds the relationship with Don – with the only other contender to arise being John Moloney who’s relationship with Thurston now spans from a first one-off cameo on “Trees Outside the Academy” in 2007, through a chunkier flurry of work from 2012 onward with another release due in early 2015. These three relationships, together, span the whole of Thurston’s career as a solo entity. Don Fleming’s presence seems to anchor Thurston in ‘rock band’ territory until the Foot swansong shows the new direction to which Thurston was now committed. The work with Mats aligned Thurston firmly to the Avant Garde portion of the jazz scene for the next decade, while John seems capable of spanning both improvisational formats and more formal group recordings on Thurston’s trio of recent song-based releases plus the Chelsea Light Moving kick-off.
Giving a full name to non-song-based releases seems a rarer phenomenon. There’s Foot in 1998, then the flurry of Diskaholics Anonymous Trio releases in 2001 and 2006. The resurrection of the name on record, however, didn’t imply a revival of the band – the “Live in Japan” record was recorded in Japan in 2002 while the “Weapons of Ass Destruction” release was a recording of a concert at Ystads Teater, Sweden on October 6. 2002. The name in the case of Foot seems to have been representative of how Thurston and Don tended to work together – using their actual names was the exception. In the case of the DAT, Thurston has been open about the releases being a commemoration of the record-buying habits of his little gathering of friends and that it all came about while on a trip to Japan. There’s a touch of the Three Amigos to it really – a tongue in cheek and jokey (and blokey) approach, heck, the second release is named after a series of porn films. The band then morphs into, or is resurrected in the form of, Original Silence – with other members of Mats’ group, the Thing, for a 2005 tour commemorated by a recording of a show on September 30, 2005 in Reggio Emilia in Italy (the First Original Silence, 2007) then a further release a year later of a show on September 28 at Brancaleone, Rome (the Second Original Silence, 2008.) In a way it’s fair to refer to Thurston as a participant in Original Silence while being clear that the concept was not his, the band originated with Mats with Thurston acting as part of the supporting cast.