Bjork, Marina Abramovi, and MOMA

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I’ve mentioned before that Bjork is doing a career retrospective at MOMA.  Here is an article in Rolling Stone about that retrospective.  It also features some clips as well.  This is definitely a show I would check out if I lived even remotely close.

Speaking of Museum of Modern Art, one of my favorite documentaries of recent years was about a show there.  That film is Marina Abramovi The Artist is Present.  This movie is fascinating and definitely worth your time.  Here is the trailer:

One More Time by Jimmy Cliff

Jimmy Cliff is one of those artists that can lift the heart out of despair.  Sometime ago I posted the other performance from Jimmy Cliff’s appearance on Jools Holland.  Both performances are simply outstanding.  This song is from his front to back killer Rebirth.  This is a modern record that can stand with the all-time greats in this or any genre.  If you don’t have it, get it.

No More Buffalo by James McMurtry

I’m still finding my way through James McMurtry’s excellent new album Complicated Game.  There is no doubt it features first rate writing and arranging.  However, the songs themselves are almost like short stories, which work on different levels.  If I’m going to write about it I want to make sure that I get it right.  In the meantime I found this live performance of an older McMurtry song that I like.  McMurtry is always well regarded as an excellent writer, but he is also one of the most unique guitar players that I’ve ever seen.  Usually when I watch people play guitar, even if I am not able to play what they can play, I usually have some general understanding of what they are doing.  I have no idea what McMurtry is up to.  He has a fluid rhythmic style that, whether he is playing electric or acoustic, always perfectly compliments his songs.

Kill Your Sons

Austin is under the cloud of a dark and evil “shit mist”.  Gray, black, and brown are the only colors outside.  Everything is damp.  So to hopefully cheer everyone up, I thought I’d post some Lou Reed.  I always loved this performance, especially Lou’s guitar solo.  The song Kill Your Sons is about the time when Lou’s parents forced him to receive mental treatment, and in particular shock treatment.  Yet despite the seemingly depressing subject matter, Lou’s ability to take a matter head on without pity or sentimentalism always seems to lift my spirits.  Maybe it’s just me…

This period of his career, even though Kill Your Sons is originally off Sally Can’t Dance (Itself an underrated album in my book.), with Robert Quine is particularly worth checking out.  It consists of the albums The Blue Mask, Legendary Hearts, and Live in Italy.  All three of those albums are worth having if you are a fan of Lou Reed.  They are musically lean and mean, and feature some of his best lyrics.

Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee

Indian legislation’s on the desk of a do right congressman
And he don’t know much about the issues so he picks up the phone
And asks the advice of the senator out in Indian country
A darling of the energy companies ripping off
What’s left of the reservation

I learned the safety rule
I don’t know who to thank
Don’t stand between the reservation
And the corporate bank
They’re sending federal tanks
It isn’t nice but it’s reality

Bury my heart at wounded knee
I said deep in the earth
Won’t you cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee

We got these energy companies
Who want to take the land
And we got churches by the dozens
Trying to guide our hands
And turn our mother earth
Over to pollution war and greed
No no

Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
I said deep in the earth
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Won’t you cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee

We got the federal marshals
We got the covert spies
We got the liars by fire
And the FBI
They lie in court and get nailed
And still Leonard Peltier goes off to jail
(the bullets don’t match the gun)

Bury my heart at wounded knee
An eighth of the reservation
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Was transferred in secret
Bury my heart at wounded knee
We got your murder and intimidation
Bury my heart at wounded knee

My girlfriend Anna May
Talked about uranium
Her head was full of bullets
And her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands
And told us she died of exposure

To bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
I said deep in the earth
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Won’t you cover me with your pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Talk about a revolution
They stole my land
They won’t steal my soul

We had the gold rush wars
Why didn’t we learn to crawl’
And now our history gets written in a liar’s scrawl
They tell me “don’t be so uptight
I mean honey you can still be an Indian
Down at the y on saturday night”

Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
I said deep in the earth
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Won’t you cover me with your pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee

Bury my heart
It was an eighth of the reservation
Bury my heart
Yeah was transferred in secret
Bury my heart
Got your murder, murder, murder and intimidation
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart

By Buffy Sainte-Marie.  Just to put an exclamation point on my last blog.

Up Where We Belong

Rolling into New Orleans soon.   Listening to Buffy Sainte-Marie’s Up Where We Belong.  It is available in the store of her website for only $7 I believe.  It is basically a greatest hits, but one that features some songs not available on other records.  Everything has been rerecorded to give the album a unity.   Usually I hate rerecordings of older songs, but I think her discography is so varied that this actually works in the record’s favor.  Some of the production is slightly dated, but it doesn’t matter.  Front to back great songs with tremendous vocal performances.  Some of the bravest political music you will ever hear.  Beautiful poetic love songs and sketches of Indian life also appear.  She can do it all.  She would be a superstar if she hadn’t frightened so many people.  I have talked her up many times, but I don’t care.  She has better albums, but none that serve as well as an introduction to her work.  If you value intelligence, passion, and bravery, this is for you.  Never be afraid again…