Lost Classics: Spain “The Blue Moods Of Spain”

tapem200bThey’re nobody’s buzz bands anymore. But since 1993, MAGNET has discovered and documented more great music than memory will allow. The groups may have broken up or the albums may be out of print, but this time, history is written by the losers. Here are some of the finest albums that time forgot but we remembered in issue #75, plus all-new additions to our list of Lost Classics.

The Blue Moods Of Spain // Restless, 1995


The Blue Moods Of Spain demonstrated what happened when the son of a jazzbo set forth to create a downcast, West Coast take on pure atmosphere. The cover art’s Blue Note quotation and Spain bandleader/bassist Josh Haden’s kinship to Ornette Coleman bassist Charlie Haden put the preconception of “jazz” on the tip of many listeners’ tongues. But Blue Moods was less about improvisational flair than it was about evoking a smoky, confessional vibe. Thankfully, all that ambience was backed up by considerable chops and Haden’s bottom-of-the-bottle baritone. Despite its immersion in the hipster Silverlake scene of the early ’90s (which included That Dog, featuring Haden’s sisters, Petra and Rachel), Spain had little patience for indie-rock preciousness.

Catching Up: Spain released two more albums before disbanding in 2001. In addition to various solo projects, Haden has collaborated with the Blue Man Group, Handsome Boy Modeling School, Donovan and others. Guitarist Merlo Podlewski has appeared on albums by Jack Johnson and Handsome Boy Modeling School. Haden has resurrected the Spain moniker and has plans for a new album and tour.

“Ten Nights”:

From The Desk Of Tommy Keene: Intimate Rock Concert Moments, Volume 2 — Iggy Pop

tommy-keenelogo150frTommy Keene has been playing guitar hero for more than a quarter-century, both on his power-pop solo albums (his latest is In The Late Bright, out this week) and as a sideman for Robert Pollard and Paul Westerberg. Keene, apparently weary of all the critical acclaim, agreed to dole out some of his own praise. He’s guest editing magnetmagazine. com this week and compiled a mix tape for us with a free mp3.


Keene: In August 1973, Mott The Hoople played Washington, D.C.’s Kennedy Center in support of Mott. Opening up was none other than Iggy Pop. We were psyched! My brother and I had fifth-row seats on the aisle, but during Iggy’s opening set, my brother chose to sit up in the second row with friends of ours. I’ve read about this night in several Iggy bios. Apparently he and Bebe Buell were planning to take the Amtrak train down from New York because he wanted to schtup her in the bathroom, but a friend of hers spoiled that scenario by tagging along. That friend later offered him a couple of lines in the dressing room of what he thought was toot but turned out to be angel dust. The house lights went on and the show began as Iggy and the rest of the group ambled onstage. James Williamson, in complete Star Trek drag, hammered out the opening chords of “Raw Power” as Iggy stumbled around for a good minute or so before belting out the opening lines: “Dance to the beat of the living dead/Lose sleep, baby, and stay away from bed.” Something was clearly wrong, however, as they finished the song and Iggy laid down on the stage and muttered, “My doctor told me not to play tonight.” The band lurched on through a few more tunes, most memorably “I’ve Got My Cock In My Pocket” and “Rich Bitch” (“Buttfuckers trying to run my world”). After that one, he passed out, and Ron Asheton, who was on bass for this show, did the hand-swooping motion over him, like a fallen boxer—he’s out!

After a minute or so, Iggy got up, looking dazed and confused, as the band pumped out “Search And Destroy.” He started staring at little ol’ me on the aisle in the fifth row. He got down off the stage with the fallow spot following him and started walking like a zombie straight for me. I looked up to my brother and friends in the second row and saw them pointing and laughing at me. What the fuck was he doing? All eyes were upon me as he walked up to me. He stuck out his hand and motioned, “Come on, shake it, baby!” This was too surreal; I went to shake his hand, and he did the limp thing and pulled away. A guy behind me then smashed a Hostess cherry pie on Iggy’s bare chest while another squirted wine on Iggy from a wineskin. Iggy just rubbed it all onto himself, grunted and turned back to the stage. Three songs later, they pulled the plug and the house lights came on as he wailed over and over, “They won’t let us play anymore!” The Ig had gotten the royal hook indeed!

This concludes “Tommy Keene Week” here at magnetmagazine.com. Thanks to Tommy for writing about some really rockin’ good stuff. Go to the store and buy all his records, especially the awesome new In The Late Bright. As if you needed any more incentive to do so, download Late Bright track “A Secret Life Of Stories” here.

“A Secret Life Of Stories”


In The News: Nick Cave, Conor Oberst, Superchunk, Leonard Cohen And Free MP3s

connor356We are MAGNET, so we are contractually and morally obligated to let you know that Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds will see their entire 14-record catalog reissued by Mute in remastered and remixed 5.1 surround sound CD and deluxe collector’s editions. The first four LPs (1984’s From Her To Eternity, 1985’s The Firstborn Is Dead and 1986’s Kicking Against The Pricks and Your Funeral… My Trial) are available starting March 30. Download “Bring It On” from Nocturama hereLeonard Cohen has followed up his first North American gig in 15 years by announcing an extended, 28-date tour. Tickets for some of the shows go on sale February 27, with additional sales on March 2 and March 9 … Indie legends Superchunk’s first new material on CD since 2001’s Here’s To Shutting Up sees the light of day April 7 (on Merge; go figure). The five-song Leaves In The Gutter EP appears to be a prelude to more ‘Chunk product: “Some of these songs are newer than others, but we kind of felt like if we’re going to get to work on a new album, we need to clear the decks of these songs first,” said frontman/back-surgery recoverer Mac McCaughan. Download Superchunk’s cover of Sebadoh’s “I Believe In Fate” here … Funny video makers OK Go kick off a bicoastal headlining tour in Philadelphia March 6. The most noteworthy aspect of this news is that the sorely overlooked (and great live) Longwave is opening the East Coast dates … Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall Of Fame inductees Metallica are releasing The Complete Metallica, a digital “boxed set” comprising the band’s entire official discography March 31 on iTunes. The mammoth, 163-track effort will hit other digital services April 28 … Sincere dude Conor Oberst (pictured) and his Mystic Valley Band will release Outer South (Merge) May 5. The outfit is playing a number of West Coast dates, including the Coachella Festival. Download “Danny Callahan” from Conor Oberst here … Instrumental kooks Los Straitjackets’ latest record, The Further Adventures Of Los Straitjackets (Yep Roc), is out April 28. While some recent efforts have included guest vocals, the new LP is the band’s first all-instrumental effort since 2003’s Supersonic Guitars In 3-DBritish Sea Power has written and recorded a new soundtrack for the 1934 film Man Of Aran, which is being re-released on DVD. (The CD and DVD are out May 5 on Rough Trade.) The band will perform the soundtrack live to the film at London’s BFI Southbank theater April 23. Download “Atom” from Do You Like Rock Music? here … And for those of you wondering what Jane’s Addiction has been up to—and, really, who isn’t?—the reunited original lineup is headlining the Sasquatch! Music Festival, held May 23-25 in Quincy, Wash. There’s a joke here about Bigfoot and Perry Farrell, but it’s best not to go there.

Leonard Cohen’s “First We Take Manhattan” from 1988’s I’m Your Man:

MAGNET’s Oscar Predictions


Slumdog Millionaire and Heath Ledger are locks. But what about Sean Penn vs. Mickey Rourke? Kate Winslet vs. Meryl Streep? Peter Gabriel vs. A. R. Rahman? MAGNET editor (and longtime amateur Oscar predictor) Eric T. Miller tells you who will win in each category tonight.

While I liked all the movies nominated for Best Picture, I don’t think any of them are even among the 10 or 15 best films of last year. Milk is the strongest of the lot, but I’m not even sure that was director Gus Van Sant’s best movie of 2008. (See Paranoid Park and decide for yourself.) As for Best Director, each of the nominees (with the possible exception of Danny Boyle) has made better movies, and I’m sure each of these guys will be nominated again. I’m fine with anyone but Brad Pitt winning for Best Actor, but I’m rooting for Sean Penn (realistically) and Richard Jenkins (unrealistically). Kate Winslet is as good as any actress working, and she is long overdue for an Oscar, but I think Anne Hathaway and Melissa Leo are just as worthy this year. Heath Ledger was as deserving for Brokeback Mountain as winner Philip Seymour Hoffman was for Capote a few years ago, so now it’s Ledger’s turn to win one that I think Hoffman could also claim ownership of. I’m fine with any of the ladies up for Supporting Actress, which I think is the closest race of all the big categories.

But who cares what I think? Here’s what I know:

Best Picture: Slumdog Millionaire
Best Director: Danny Boyle, Slumdog Millionaire
Best Actor: Sean Penn, Milk
Best Actress: Kate Winslet, The Reader
Best Supporting Actor: Heath Ledger, The Dark Knight
Best Supporting Actress: Penelope Cruz, Vicky Cristina Barcelona
Best Original Screenplay: Dustin Lance Black, Milk
Best Adapted Screenplay: Simon Beaufoy, Slumdog Millionaire
Best Cinematography: Anthony Dod Mantle, Slumdog Millionaire
Best Animated Feature: WALL•E
Best Foreign-Language Film: The Class
Best Art Direction: James J. Murakami, Gary Fettis, The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button
Best Documentary: Man On Wire
Best Sound Mixing: Lora Hirschberg, Gary Rizzo, Ed Novick, The Dark Knight
Best Sound Editing: Richard King, The Dark Knight
Best Film Editing: Chris Dickens, Slumdog Millionaire
Best Score: A. R. Rahman, Slumdog Millionaire
Best Song: Peter Gabriel, “Down To Earth,” WALL•E
Best Makeup: Greg Cannom, The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button
Best Animated Short: Presto
Best Documentary Short: Smile Pinki
Best Live Action Short: Toyland

Two Tunes That Should Have Been Nominated For Best Song:
Robyn Hitchcock’s “Up To Our Nex” from Rachel Getting Married

Bruce Springsteen’s “The Wrestler” from The Wrestler:

From The Desk Of Tommy Keene: Intimate Rock Concert Moments, Volume 1 — Keith Moon

tommy-keenelogo150frTommy Keene has been playing guitar hero for more than a quarter-century, both on his power-pop solo albums (his latest is In The Late Bright, out this week) and as a sideman for Robert Pollard and Paul Westerberg. Keene, apparently weary of all the critical acclaim, agreed to dole out some of his own praise. He’s guest editing magnetmagazine. com this week and compiled a mix tape for us with a free mp3.


Keene: The last time I saw the Who with Keith Moon was at the Capital Centre in Largo, Md. (site of infamous documentary Heavy Metal Parking Lot, by the way). It was 1976, and the Who were touring behind The Who By Numbers. My brother and I were in the second row, smack between Moon and Pete Townshend. We were so close that at one point, Townshend seemed a bit out of sorts and ran back to his Hiwatt amp and literally turned it up to 11—we were so close that we could hear the onstage sound of his amps whoosh over our heads like a 747 taking off.

Being a drummer from age eight to 17, I was enamored with Keith Moon. I still am, actually—he’s my favorite rock drummer of all time. We had eye contact with him throughout the entire show. I would air-drum his rolls as he was doing them, and he would look at me amazed with a “Right on, kid, you know your stuff!” kind of look. It was hilarious. He tried numerous times during the show to throw my brother and me drumsticks, and when he missed or someone else got them, he’d mouth a “Damn!” or “Sorry, I’ll try again!” At the end of the show, as the Who were doing taking their bows, Moon kept looking at us and motioning that he had something up his sleeve. After the other three members walked off, he grabbed one of his cymbal stands and walked over to the edge of the stage to hand the entire thing over to us. These absolute jerks in the front row must have thought it was for them. A complete melee ensued—my brother and I grabbed on to the base of the stand, each of us holding a tripod for dear life, but by then 20 other people had joined in on the action. All we could each get was one of the rubber stoppers on the legs of the stand as the rest of the throng grabbed everything else, cymbal included. The last thing I remember was Moon shaking his head and expressing regret, as if to say, “Sorry, guys, I tried,” as he sauntered off the stage.

The Who’s “Squeeze Box”: