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Musings on pop culture by freelance journalist Shawn Conner

The Flamin’ Groovies and Creem Magazine

Flamin' Groovies. Anne Laurent photo.

Flamin’ Groovies. Anne Laurent photo.

Interview – Cyril Jordan of the Flamin’ Groovies

In the ’70s and early ’80s, Creem was THE rock mag to follow if you were an adolescent growing up in Winnipeg who was bored of Rolling Stone‘s coverage of the California rock scene. One band that kept getting mentioned was the Flamin’ Groovies. The band took on near-mythic proportions in this music fan’s psyche, as the Groovies’ name was often invoked but the music was rarely, if ever, heard (this was before iTunes, Spotify, et al).

Cut to circa now. The San Francisco band has reformed with three of the original members from the last incarnation, which broke up around 1980. The Flamin’ Groovies are about to release their first album of new material since then, and there’s a documentary, The Incredible Flamin’ Groovies Movie, that is due out this year. The doc follows the group’s recent activities, including tours of Australia and Japan. The Flamin’ Groovies are also making their first (besides some rock fest gigs in the late ’60s) foray up to the Pacific Northwest for a tour, including a show here in Vancouver at the Rickshaw Theatre on Saturday night (March 14).

In my civilian identity as a freelance journalist, I interviewed the band’s Cyril Jordan recently for the Vancouver Sun. You can see the rest of that interview here. But there were a few quotes that didn’t make the cut, including some choice (and somewhat mysterious) words about Detroit-based Creem Magazine.

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Flamin’ Groovies by PSquared Photography.

Shawn Conner: According to the documentary website, the Groovies had some famous fans, including Rock Hudson.

Cyril Jordan: Cesar Romero, he and I became good friends. He would come to the Whisky [a Go Go, in L.A.]. One Friday night when we were opening for Barry Maguire he came backstage to congratulate us and bought everyone martinis. We were the house band there for a whole summer. He came every Friday and Saturday. One Saturday he brought Rock Hudson to meet us. Mr. Hudson was extremely shy. he didn’t want to go backstage so Cesar brought me over to the bar. I met him and we had a few drinks. I gotta say, outside of Ted Kennedy, he was the biggest guy I ever met. I think I came up to his elbow.

SC: Greil Marcus selected “Shake Some Action” as one of the songs he devotes a chapter to in his new book, The History of Rock ‘n’ Roll in Ten Songs.

CJ: We cut it in ’72 at Rockfield in South Wales, and ended up being dropped by United Artists. I ended up owning the copy master. As you know, possession is nine tenths of the law. I shopped that take that we cut. We wrote “You Tore Me Down” in the same night we cut “Slow Death”, “Shake Some Action”, “Married Woman”, “Get a Shot of Rhythm and Blues”, “Tallahassee Lassie” and “Little Queenie”. We recorded all of those in an eight-hour stretch. Then it took me about three-and-a-half years to get signed. We cut the album (Shake Some Action) around Christmas of ‘75 and it came out in ’76.

SC: You guys were always a favourite of Creem, the ‘70s rock magazine.

CJ: We went to Detroit and fell in love with the whole music scene there. We were ready to go back home. We didn’t have any gigs for the next three months. And the guys at the Creem offices said, “If you want to stay at the office, we close at five o’clock, you guys can have the office all night long.”

We slept in the Creem offices for three months. The guys in the band, we all had our own way of talking. We would always greet people with a “Howdy boy.” I guess their “Boy Howdy” [the Creem slogan] was a way of using that without us suing them. We wouldn’t have sued them anyway. I remember years later I saw “Boy howdy” in one of their mags and I thought, That has to be from “Howdy boy.”

They were cramped, the offices, in a very old building, up on the second floor. The events that happened there – they weren’t just putting together the magazine. John Sinclair [manager of the MC5 and the leader of Detroit’s White Panther Party, according to rocksbackpages.com] would show up with his people. We played this far-out game called Rebo Reverse*. Everybody would be sitting in a circle. Eventually the name was changed to Objects. everybody would grab a key or a lighter out of their pocket. When John said, “Give it to the next person on your left,” we would all do it. The first person who dropped the item, everyone would zero in on this person and [tell them] how they’d been fucking up. It was kind of intervention.

We were exposed to not just the music side of the culture. But also the philosophical side of the Detroit rock scene. It was a movement, man. Those guys were serious about helping change the fabric of freedom in this country.

SC: Who were some of the bands that you came up with that have been undeservedly forgotten?

CJ: Out here [the Bay Area] we had bands like Freedom Highway, Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen. There were tons of bands. Then you take a band like The Raspberries, who had three hit records in the Top 40 but were still treated as some kind of bubblegum. Which is such a shame, because their output was diminished by the reception they got. The Groovies have a longevity ability because our albums are really good. We always wanted to write singles. The idea of B-sides and album tracks never occurred to us. Our records are pretty much one single after another.

SC: Is the documentary warts-and-all? How would you describe it?

CJ: What happened was, our co-producer Jill Jaffe was with us in New Jersey, and we were doing a soundcheck at Maxwell’s. He called up two of his friends to meet us. Within five minutes, these guys [Kurt Feldhun and William Tyler Smith] were groovin’ so much they said we have to go home and get our equipment and we’ll be right back. And they’ve been filming us ever since.

The film, I guess it’s a documentary, but it’s also kind of Hard Day’s Night-ish. They’re following us on the road into hotels and backstage and onstage and meeting the fans and stuff. It doesn’t talk too much about the different variations we went through, and the different albums. We’re concentrating mostly on the band getting together now and writing new material.

There’s been a little bit of flack about how we don’t talk about the other versions of the Flamin’ Groovies. That’s neither here nor there. We’re basically back together and we’re taking up where we left off. We’re writing original music in the styles we love, folk-rock and R’n’B and whatever, and just trying to carry on.

SC: Were the Flamin’ Groovies ever on American Bandstand?

CJ: No but we were on the High Lid** show in Philadelphia back in ‘69. We also did a television show up in Canada, in Windsor [Ontario]. We were on that show with the great Jackie Wilson. They’re trying to track down some of the footage of television shows we did in France. There’s also an Elliot Mintz show [Head Shop, according to this post on a Yahoo Flamin’ Groovies group] we did right before we went to England. We did that show with Jacques Cousteau’s son, Phillipe, who died in an airplane accident a few years later [1979]. It was great meeting him because we were all big fans of Jacques Cousteau’s shows. His son was flattered to find out a bunch of pot-smoking hippies were into his father’s work.

*Note: I think this is what he called it…

**Note: I think this is what Cyril said, but I couldn’t find any reference to it in a Google search. Does anyone know anything about this show?

Graphic novel review – Polina by Bastien Vives

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Polina, a graphic novel by French cartoonist Bastien Vives, was released in a translated version by Jonathan Cape in January of this year. I recently received a copy in the mail, so maybe the book is just reaching Canadian bookstores and online retailers. It was originally published in France in 2011. (That year, Cape published another Vives graphic novel, A Taste of Chlorine.)

I have to admit it took me awhile to get into this one. At first, I was more intrigued by Vives’ bold, minimalist illustration style and less so the seemingly typical coming-of-age tale. What was different, I wondered, about the story of a young Russian student learning her craft, and taking a few hard knocks along the way? There was the ballet setting, sure, but the disaffected artist (the young ballet student, Polina) routine did not seem particularly original, nor did the trials and tribulations she faced as she is shuttled from one demanding teacher to another.

And yet, I was intrigued. Depictions in comics of classical and contemporary dance are rare (off-hand, I can’t think of a precedent). But Vives, at least to my mind, is able to pull it off with a style that is fluid, minimalist, full of bold strokes and still somehow subtle and balanced. The arrangement of brushstrokes in some panels is so delicate that it seems that if one were out of place, or there were one more or less, the whole mood would be thrown off.

Through Vives’ art, Polina and the other characters are alive on the page. Though the story may be somewhat familiar, Vives makes something new out of them through clever storytelling. And the universality often works to Polina‘s advantage. For instance, any traveller will relate to the sequence in which Polina arrives alone in a foreign city (Berlin). It’s in these wordless passages that Vives is at his best, giving us the sense of arrival in a strange, lonely city or the grace of dance through pictures alone.

(Comics artist David Mazzucchelli created the brief animation below. It expands on Vives’ illustrated depiction of ballet.)

Lyrical and poetic, subtle and, in the end, beguiling, Polina will be enjoyed by graphic novel fans on the lookout for something a little bit different – and for the ballet student in your life.

The truth about ‘You Little Thief’ and a ‘A Good Heart’

Benmont Tench at the Hollywood Bowl, Oct. 1 2010 (from Wikipedia).

Benmont Tench at the Hollywood Bowl, Oct. 1 2010 (from Wikipedia).

Last week I had the opportunity to interview keyboardist Benmont Tench prior to the Tom Petty show Aug 14 at Rogers Arena in Vancouver. While researching Tench, I came across this in his Wikipedia entry:

“Songs written by Tench and recorded by other artists include ‘You Little Thief’, a top 5 UK and Australian hit for Feargal Sharkey in 1985 (written about his affair with Maria McKee, in response to her song ‘A Good Heart’…”

I mentioned “You Little Thief” (a great song) to Tench, and this is what he said: 

“That’s really funny that you should bring that song up. That’s the third or fourth time in the last couple of days someone’s brought up You Little Thief. My sister called me the other night asking if I wrote that song about Maria McKee, saying she saw it on Wikipedia. And it’s so untrue. We were just friends. I would never write anything mean about Maria, she would never write anything romantic about me. You Little Thief was entirely made up and had nothing to do with her, and her song Good Heart has nothing to do with me. It’s a great story, and we were very close, we were the best of friends, so I can see where people would get that impression. But it’s so funny, this is maybe the fourth time it’s come up in the last two days. Hah! ‘You LIttle Thief’ is such a mean song, and ‘A Good Heart’ is such a heartbroken one. She’s one of my dearest friend. It sure makes a good story.’

You can read the rest of the interview at vancouversun.com.

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Dr. Strange art by Frank Brunner

10 Days of Leonard: Get Shorty

Elmore Leonard movies Get Shorty

In honour of the passing of Elmore Leonard last week, I’ve embarked on a mission to watch 10 movies based on the writer’s books. In the first entry, I reviewed 52 Pick-Up, a 1986 film directed by John Frankenheimer and starring Roy Scheider and Ann-Margret. In the second: Killshot (2008) and Jackie Brown (1997). Now, here’s my take on 1995’s Get Shorty

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John Travolta and Rene Russo make an attractive pair.

Here’s another one I saw when it was first released, and recall enjoying. However, unlike Jackie Brown, which has gotten better with age, Get Shorty is a depressingly unfunny Leonard pastiche that gets everything wrong.

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A pre-Sopranos James Gandolfino as a ponytail-wearing stuntman.

Which is funny, a little, since 1995 movie is regarded as one of the best in the pantheon of Elmore Leonard novels adapted for the big screen.

Looking back on it now, however, the movie is obviously little more than a vehicle for John Travolta to strut the new cool he sported in the previous year’s Pulp Fiction. However, Travolta is the best thing about the movie, which is so broadly humorous that it thinks the height of hilarity is Gene Hackman‘s producer character going to the Ivy (a fancy Hollywood hang) in a neck brace and two arm casts. In another scene, a mobster (Dennis Farina) is shown sitting on the toilet. There’s no real reason for him to be taking a dump in the scene, except maybe director Barry Sonnenfeld thought it would be funny. (It’s not.)

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If you think Gene Hackman in a neck brace and two casts is the height of hilarity, then Get Shorty might be the movie for you.

The end result is a movie that tries hard to be funny without having really anything funny to say, beyond the idea of a loan-shark successfully navigating Hollywood. But that’s a joke that, like everything else in Get Shorty, is hammered home again and again by crap artist Sonnenfeld (Men in Black, The Wild Wild West) and screenwriter Scott Frank (who also wrote the screenplay for 1998’s Out of Sight, another Leonard movie). And, besides missing the dry humour of Leonard’s writing, Get Shorty also fails to capture the menace.

For those new to Leonard’s writing, Get Shorty is a fairly harmless entry-point. For admirers, it’s not much better than the “Slime Creatures” movies Hackman’s Harry Zimm produces.

10 Days of Leonard: Killshot and Jackie Brown

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In honour of the passing of Elmore Leonard, I’ve embarked on a mission to watch 10 movies based on the writer’s books. In the first entry, I reviewed 52 Pick-Up, a 1986 film directed by John Frankenheimer and starring Roy Scheider and Ann-Margret. Today I’m reviewing Killshot (2008) and Jackie Brown (1997). 

I’d already seen Killshot, but it was no less pleasurable a second time – it might even have been better. There’s nary a false move in John Madden‘s direction and Hossein Amini‘s screenplay captures Leonard’s spare, drily humorous tone.  (Amini also wrote the screenplay for the ridiculous Drive, but I’ll try not to hold that against him.)

Killshot features some stock Leonard types, including a well-meaning but ultimately disposable doxie (Rosie Perez; see also Bridget Fonda in Jackie Brown, below) and a not-at-all-well-meaning wannabe career (Joseph Gordon Levitt) who teams with a much cooler and scarier customer, a Native American hitman named Blackbird (Mickey Rourke). Diane Lane and Thomas Jane play the salt-of-the-earth (she’s a real estate agent, he’s a beer-drinking steel worker and hunter) American couple forced to go up against the two serious criminals.

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Diane Lane and Thomas Jane are in it.

What I love about Killshot can be summed up at the point in the movie where any sane viewer will be going, “Where are the police in all this?” and then not just the police but the FBI show up. And then Leonard (and the movie) pulls a neat trick – he (and it) asks, Well, the next logical thing for this couple, who by the way are in the midst of a divorce, is to go into witness protection. And that’s what happens.

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So’s this guy.

Of course, the movie doesn’t end there, and it’s a pure pleasure to see how the plot develops. And to watch Rourke.

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And we can’t forget Mickey.

His Blackbird is not only cool and menacing but also sympathetic – he brings a depth to the role it’s hard to imagine any other actor bringing.  Jane and Lane are fine as a couple going through hard times that just got much harder; even Levitt seems to get it. The result is one of those rare adaptations where you can tell that everyone involved wanted to do right by the source material, and succeeds.

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And Rosario Dawson.

So, too does Jackie Brown – to my surprise.

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I’d last seen it when if first came out, in 1997, and remember feeling vaguely dissatisfied. This wasn’t the case upon a second viewing, though.

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Never cuter than when she was in Jackie Brown.

At two-and-a-half hours it’s typically Tarantino indulgent, with long scenes of colourful but inconsequential dialogue. (Leonard’s dialogue almost always servers a purpose.) But there’s little evidence of the flakey filmmaking the director would later foist upon us, and for the most part Quentin Tarantino (writing the screenplay based on Leonard’s novel Rum Punch as well as directing) captures the source material.

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What a face.

Especially surprising is the deft touch he brings to the romance that turns out to be at the heart of Jackie Brown. Wildly entertaining, Jackie Brown may be Tarantino’s best movie. It’s hard to believe it’s by the same director gave us Django.

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The queen.

Next: Get Shorty

10 Days of Leonard: 52 Pick-Up

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Roy Scheider and Ann-Margret in 52 Pick-Up, a 1986 movie based on a novel by Elmore Leonard.

It was with great sadness I learned of Elmore Leonard‘s passing yesterday. In honour of my favourite crime writer (at least, among the ones I’ve read, including Hammett, Chandler and Highsmith), I watched the 1986 adaptation of his novel 52 Pick-Up last night. I’m going to try to watch nine more Leonard movies over the next couple of weeks, though I may be challenged to find some of the more obscure ones (Stick, starring Burt Reynolds, and Hombre, with Paul Newman, are at the top of my list).

I wasn’t really expecting much from 52 Pickup, simply because I hadn’t heard much about the John Frankenheimer-directed film. But it features a screenplay co-written by Leonard and some awesome performance, not just from the leads (Roy Scheider and Ann-Margret) but also the supporting cast. John Glover is magnificent and scary as one of the bad guys, while Clarence Williams III (The Mod Squad) turns in a stellar performance as a killer. And Robert Trebor, as the weak link in the trio of creeps trying to blackmail Scheider’s character, is terrific in a scene where he breaks down in front of his supposed victim. Even Vanity (yes, that Vanity!) shines in a scene in which she fears for her life.

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John Glover in 52 Pick-Up.

The script is tight and unpredictable, Scheider is a great proto-Leonard-protagonist (cool but not too cool), and the suspense builds steadily into a satisfying conclusion. And there’s lots of ’80s-style nudity (titties!), including a scene featuring a bunch of ’80s porn stars (Ron Jeremy of course, but also Amber Lynn and Sharon Mitchell) for an extra touch of sleaze. This is one of the best adaptations of Leonard’s work I’ve seen and strongly recommended.

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Don’t be fooled – Scheider hardly uses a gun. He doesn’t need to.

 

The Listener – graphic novel review

The ListenerThe Listener by David Lester

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Hitler’s rise to power is one aspect of the Holocaust that I was pretty ignorant of. The Listener illuminates this part of the story while still putting characters – a present-day sculptor from Vancouver, a couple who lived in Germany during the ’30s – first. Although I found the theme of the role of the artist to be a bit unnecessary – and to get in the way at times – overall The Listener is a fascinating read. I liked Lester’s art, too – though his angled figures and the ink washes take some getting used to, he finds very creative ways to tell his story. Bonus for Vancouverites: there’s a brief sequence where the protagonist describes East Van.

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Canadian Music Comics # 2: The Sugar Shoppe

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The Sugar Shoppe 1967-1970, by Shawn Conner.

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Vacation reading: Rabbit at Rest, Slammerkin

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Books taken:

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
John Updike, Rabbit at Rest
Emma Donaghue, Slammerkin
Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
Don Winslow, The Winter of Frankie Machine

The selection of vacation reading material is a task that this reader takes seriously. When planning for my first Momcation (just me and my mom, at a resort in Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic), I knew I wanted some light reading (for around the pool) as well as some heavier stuff.

Falling in the “light” category, Gillian Flynn‘s Sharp Objects was the first book I started reading, on the plane trip south.

What a piece of crap.

I know Flynn is currently a critical darling for Gone Girl, which I’d read one chapter of and kind of liked but not enough to buy. However I decided to check out this earlier effort. After about 50 or 60 pages, when I realized what Flynn was up to – that Sharp Objects would basically be about 200 pages of red herrings and development of uninteresting (to me) characters, I decided to just skim it for the plot points and to see how the author resolves the tale of two dead girls. I’m glad I didn’t spend any more time on Sharp Objects than I did; this is one of those psychological thrillers where the psychology is all just a bunch of scenery-chewing thrown in to stall for time before the resolution.

I couldn’t even get through 50 pages of Don Winslow‘s The Winter of Frankie Machine. I liked Winslow’s Savages (which Oliver Stone turned into a movie last year) but this one did absolutely nothing for me. Winslow spends the first part of the book describing the main character’s near-perfect life to the point where I just wanted someone to shoot the son of a bitch.  When this didn’t happen – when, in fact, nothing really happened for the first 40 pages, which is definitely a no-no in a crime thriller unless you’re Patricia Highsmith (and Winslow is no Highsmith) – I was jonesing for some Elmore Leonard.

Then again, not too many crime thrillers could compete with Rabbit at Rest. I’d read all of Updike’s Rabbit series way back in the ’80s, when I was a mere lad, and loved them. I had a hankering to go back and the one I chose was the last in the series (although, in 2000, Updike published short story that picks up some of the series’ characters).

This was one of those great reading experiences – the perfect book at the perfect time in the perfect place. I started it on the plane and read 590-page tome every day of my vacation, usually around the pool, from late morning to mid-afternoon, by which time the rum had usually kicked in.

In Rabbit at Rest, Harry “Rabbit” Angstrom is 55 and retired, spending part of the year in Florida when he’s not back home in Pennsylvania. There is so much to love about this book I don’t know where to begin, but a few things struck me. One was how concerned Rabbit – and Updike – is about his (American) diet.

Rabbit at Rest was published in 1990, and though fast and processed food was already being blamed for health issues back then, it wasn’t nearly the topic of conversation that it is today, especially with the recent publication of Michael Moss‘s Salt, Sugar, Fat: How the Food Giants Hooked Us. But it’s on nearly every page of this book as Rabbit grapples with his increasingly poor health.

Another of Rabbit’s concerns is terrorism. The 1988 Pan Am Flight 103 Lockerbie air tragedy took place while Updike was writing the book and his protagonist spends a lot of time thinking and worrying about terrorism. Not exactly prescient, perhaps, since it was on a lot of people’s minds because of Lockerbie, but still a little eerie in light of what was to come.

One other thing I want to mention before going onto the next book: there is a scene in the first chunk of Rabbit at Rest that, for nail-biting suspense, is one of the best I’ve read in a long time. Which just goes to show, I guess, that sometimes you find what you’re looking for – page-turning suspence, in this case – in unexpected places.

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