Friday, November 17, 2006

Musical interlude

For your entertainment, here is the only television appearance ever made by The Dead C.

I include it here for two reasons. First, this is my blog and I can post what I want. Second, Alistair Galbraith was a guest on the Playing Favourites section on Kim Hill's show last Saturday. Galbraith is an experimental musician and a very good one at that. One of his musical choices was a Dead C tune called Power; it was probably the first time that they have been played on National Radio. It was a great day for experimental-art-noise-whatever-you-want-to-call-it music.

Not suprisingly, The Dead C do not have a Myspace profile but you can read about them here and about the television appearance here. You can read about Alistair Galbraith here and listen to his music here. For a limited period, you can hear the interview (without the music, for copyright reasons) here.

This post is really a roundabout way of dissauding any reader from thinking that I might like the new Rod Stewart album for Christmas.


Anonymous said...
Great article on 3rd generation welfare.
now this is a person who actually thinks about the welfare of the nation.
how about you?

rob said...

One of the things I used to enjoy when I had time to watch oodles of non-English films was the way they could be so damn boring. Then: whammo- a brilliant visual, or a collision of story or gem of dialogue- and I'd be very moved. I'm convinced that the depth of these feelings were to some degree extended and rounded out by the preceeding boredom. Nowadays most films are so constantly in your face, I seldom feel this (ok, actually I just don't get out much).
The dead c's are bit like this. Gotta say it: live, they can sometimes suck. When they fdo get really transcendent, it's often because some droning warbling messy cacophony just suddenly and magically turns into something grand and beautiful- it's there- and then it's gone. Its aethetic value is heightened by the preceeding boredom and by the fact that you can be almost sure they'll never do just that again (leaving aside that they seem to record every performance...). That too is an experience so missing from most music- where hook after hook is crammed into a few minutes. It might seem odd, but I think the value of boredom is something we've overlooked.
Alaister Galbraith on the other hand is not of that ilk (sorry). Recently dusted off "stormed port" and had a listen and by gum it's BETTER than it was in 1985! Now that's odd...

Paul said...

One of the reasons I came to live in New Zealand was the music. During the generally dark times of the 1980's, NZ bands stood out for inventiveness and a whole lot of other things. They still do.

I mentioned this coming to NZ reason to David Kilgour at the King's Arms a few years back. This in itself is remarkable: here you can see the best band in the world (which, of course, is what The Clean is) and have a drink with them afterwards. This does not happen in Ingerland, where every band, however small, acts like Robbie Williams. In passing, I will mention that, at the very same gig, I passed on the option of sex with a very attractive stranger whom I met in the front row because I wanted to see the whole show, such is my devotion to the band; I hope she was not offended.

For Pablo, who comments elsewhere on this blog about the Dead C: I saw the Dead C for the first time at the Alt:Music event at the King's Arms. Afterwards, I was ordering a beer when Robbie Yeats came up and asked me if I knew him. In Rock'n'Roll, this does not happen often.

As for the value of boredom, I think you have a point. It's nice to hear from you, Rob.

Anonymous said...

I think I'll wait for the kids to wake up then put on Helen Said This, or Making Losers Happy (for SunStabbed). They're only little but you can't start their education too early...