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Angelo Badalamenti & David Lynch – Mulholland Dr.

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010

Eerie, elegant, eclectic


To continue our theme of soundtrack reviews, we go for a film which is both baffling and excellent. For anyone who has seen the opening sequence of this modern tour de force, consisting of a black limousine snaking it’s way through the Hollywood Hills, should remember the uneasy, eerie and emotionally overwrought orchestral tinged electronica of the title theme which emerges from the nervous, up-tempo swing rhythm of a big band dance. This is typical of Badalamenti’s contribution to the score, juxtaposing innocent pop nuggets into a dark soundscape becoming murkier at every turn. The soundtrack as a whole turns on the usual Lynchian elements, the brooding atmosphere of Angelo Badalamenti‘s ominous synth-ensemble cues are thrown against Lynch’s own, off-centre, kitsch compositions.

...and now I'm in this dream place. Well, you can imagine how I feel.


The plot follows Betty Elms (played by Naomi Watts) a perky Hollywood hopeful as she tries to unravel the mystery behind a nameless woman (Laura Harring), her amnesia and involvement in a car crash. Over the next two and a half hours of hallucinatory thrills and charged erotica, a new reality emerges, portraying the seedy unpleasantries of both the film’s protagonists and the Hollywood machine itself. The film takes an incomprehensible turn around two thirds of the way through, it becomes confusing when characters disappear and plot devices dribble out – but all things considered it does make some semblance of sense in the end. The narrative is playfully surreal rather than frustratingly over-intricate. The regular themes of Lynch’s best work are all here – strange Machiavellian characters behind the scenes, extreme violence, obsessive characters and mainly the surreal being an active part of daily life. Without trying to give too much away, the film culminates in a delusional masturbatory fantasy and suicide which explains the dream-like goings on of the previous two and half hours.

It'll be just like in the movies. Pretending to be somebody else.


Like all their collaborations, Mulholland Drive’s is equally eerie, elegant and eclectic. By spanning the aforementioned up-beat Jitterbug into the haunting orchestral drone of the film’s main theme in it’s first two scenes alone the audience is left in no doubt of being transported into a very different world. Baldalamenti’s own work varies from the jazzy Dinner Party Pool Music to the ominous ambience of Diner, Silencio and the Dwarfland / Love Theme. Lynch’s own surfy, guitar-based compositions, Mountains Falling and Go Get Some aren’t quite as transporting as Badalamenti’s pieces, but they certainly offer a sonic twist on the sunny California that Lynch portrays and subverts in the film. Similarly, Linda Scott’s sugary sweet I’ve Told Every Star” takes on a slightly disturbing edge within the context of the film and album, while Llorando by Rebecca Del Rio, a Spanish a cappella version of Roy Orbison’s classic Crying only sounds more vulnerable and heart-wreching. A focused and accomplished piece of work, Mulholland Drive is a mysterious and affecting soundtrack from one of the most consistently creative teams working in film.

So since you agree, you must be someone who does not care about the good life.


Although not garnering quite the same effect as sitting in a darkened theatre, experiencing the exaggerated gestures, heightened emotions and odd plot turns. All in all, the soundtrack is every bit as entertaining, quirky and surreal as the film itself. Badalamenti and Lynch weave a soundscape that characteristically pulls the listener from one mood to the next. From brooding foreboding to flavourless yet intriguing pastiches there is a constant undercurrent of hallucination. The atmosphere, emotion, dream and subsequent reality shock of the cinema are all here to be enjoyed through your home stereo.

The rest of the cast can stay, that's up to you. But that lead girl is not up to you. Now you will see me one more time, if you do good. You will see me, two more times, if you do bad.


Like the film, the soundtrack builds towards Rebekah Del Rio’s, Llorando (Roy Orbison’s, Crying translated into Spanish). Sung a cappella and with haunting magnificence it could feel as though the track would not be as powerful without the context of the film. The unexpected focus on sound (as opposed to image) when this song appears in the film in the Silencio Club scene, sets it apart from other sound elements in the film. There, musicians and singers pretend to perform, but the music is all canned. Says the emcee: “This is all a tape recording. It is an illusion.” Up in the balcony, the pair begin crying. Betty shakes and weeps in some hyperemotional response to the music. This is truly music for the soul, offering something deeper, perhaps representing Lynch’s own ideas about life.

So give it a listen and see if it can elevate you towards the fantastical mental energy of Betty herself (or is that Diane). Angelo Badalamenti plays the espresso-drinking movie executive at the beginning of the film, incidentally.

David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive – Discogs

Mulholland Drive – IMDB

Outsider Music – Harry Partch

Monday, March 15th, 2010

I had been away from the part of the world I generally consider home for six years. In the seventh year I found a studio in the unused Pioneer Hatchery in Petaluma, California. However sentimental or Oriental that many sound, the fact remains: it was the time of falling petals, and this music followed. – Harry Partch

Partched


One of the most individualistic composers of all time, Harry Partch was not only a great composer, but an innovative theorist who broke through the shackles of a tuning system of all Western music which had lasted for many centuries. He created dozens of incredible musical instruments for the specific peformance of his music and was a dramatist who wrote his own texts for dance-theatre extravaganzas based on everything from Greek mythology to his own experience as a hobo. Between 1930 and 1972, he created one of the most amazing bodies of sensually alluring and emotionally powerful music in the 20th century: music dramas, dance theatre, multi-media extravaganzas, vocal music and chamber music – mostly all performed on the instruments he built himself.

Could Chamber Bowls


The picture to the right is of an instrument created by Partch called Cloud Chamber Bowls. The bowls themselves are 12-gallon Pyrex carboys, suspended from a redwood frame on ropes. These difficult to find and impossible to tune glass gongs are played very carefully by a percussionist who risks the anguish of of a shattered disaster. The original bowls were found at the Radiation Laboratory of the University of California, Berkeley, and had been sued as cloud-chambers to trace the paths of sub-atomic particles.

Considering the earlist known letter written by Harry Partch dates from 1931, when he was already 30 years old, very little is knows about his pre-mature life. As a child, living in various areas of the American southwest, Partch was exposed to a variety of influences from Asian to Native American. He spent his childhood in remote tones in Arizona and New Mexico where he heard and sang songs in Mandarin, Spanish and American Indian languages. After dropping out of the University of Southern California, he began to study on his own and to question the validity of the tuning and philosophical foundations of Western music. He believed the standard system was unsuitable for reflecting the subtle melodic contours of dramatic speech, and as a result, he burned all of his early works. Partch was always clear that this burning of his early music was of tremendous symbolic importance to him, and he speaks of it as an act of purification, a ritualistic purging by fire.

During and after the Great Depression, he was a hobo and itinerant worker, riding trains, all the while keeping a musical notebook of his experiences named Bitter Music which he later set to music.The entries frequently included overheard bits of everyday vernacular speech. Partch always said his reason for developing his microtonal scales was to try to replicate and demonstrate verbal expression.

Corporeal creations


In 1930, Partch broke with Western European tradition and forged a new musicology, based on a primal, corporeal integration of the elements of speech with music, using principles of natural acoustic resonance (Just Intonation) and expanded melodic and harmonic possibilities. He began to first adapt guitars and violas to play his music, and then began to build whole new instruments based on his new microtonal tuning system. Over his lifetime he built over 25 instruments as well as numerous small hand instruments and became a brilliant spokesman for his ideas. Largely ignored by the standard musical institutions and industry, he criticised concert traditions, the roles of the performer and composer, the role of music in society, the 12-tone equal-temperament scale and the concept of “pure” or abstract music. To explain his philosophical and intonational ideas, he wrote a treatise, “Genesis of a Music” which has served as a primary source of information and inspiration to many musicians for the last half century, considered the standard text of microtonal music theory and takes the concept of Corporeality, the fusion of all art forms with the body, as its central focus.

The album we’ve uploaded for you to download and listen to here is the most extended all instrumental work by the microtonal guru. The Haiku-like title may sound metaphysical but has a prosaic explanation. In 1962, Partch returned to California after six years in the Midwest. Returning to his roots in the seventh year was like a sabbatical. He was getting tired of frequent moving: “The spectacle of me and two tons of musical instruments wandering around the country is becoming almost comical. He had to find a spacious and cheap studio and living space, and his former landlord in Sausalito, California in September 1962 allowed him to use an empty chick hatchery. When he visited the building the walkway leading to the place was “… strewn with petals – roses, camelias, and many others” and the title of the new work came to him. “It was a time of falling petals and the music followed.” He had to attract a group of committed musicians who could be relied upon to put in the time, learn how to play the unusual instruments, learn how to play the written parts (in special notational systems), develop the ear to play music where there are many “extra” notes besides the familiar 12 they had learned, and finally learn to play their parts.

Partch was notorious for going beyond instrumental and intonational uniqueness. He communicated to the members of his ensemble the “extra-musical” attitudes and actions he felt lead to an experimental performance. He would show how to approach an instrument with the proper physical inclination, not unlike the motivation of an actor for his part. The physical approach would reflect both the nature of the notes and phrases themselves, and the dramatic or musical intent of the passage. He taught respect for the instruments and how to coax the best and worst sounds out of them. In doing so he wanted to see a transformation of his musicians from passive translators of his scores to active, engaged participants. Partch would often speak of not only “caressing the instrument, but raping it too.” The physical relationship between player and instrument is crucial to the corporeal performance. The musician must transcend their role as instrumentalist and become more fully formed performers, ready to move, act and live the part. To create the corporeal performance.

Partch and some loyal supporters recorded most of Petals in 1964 while the premises they were recording in was literally being bulldozed around them, often begging operators to stop for a minute to make a take. Often the duets are played by Partch on both parts, through overdubbing. The recording was resumed in San Diego in 1966, and the tapes were painstakingly overdubbed for a CRI records release. This results in a useful introduction of the sound of Partch’s instruments. But Petals suffers a bit from its form. At one-minute intervals the music comes to a stop, and half the time resumes in the same tempo and with the same harmonic patterns. Performance and tape synchronisation problems involved in the production of this recording were of an extraordinary level of difficulty, calling for more than a hundred hours of editing. Although the rhythms are wonderfully irregular, this predictability offsets the fascination of the wonderful sounds of Partch’s instruments.

Dirty Harry


So download the album here, check out our other favourite Outsider music here. And remember what Harry said…

This is my trinity: sound-magic, visual beauty, experience-ritual.

Jonny Greenwood – There Will Be Blood

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

Plainview: I have a competition in me. I want no one else to succeed. I hate most people.

I saw some fairly long sections of the film, read the script, and just wrote loads of music. I tried to write to the scenery and the story rather than specific themes for characters. It’s not really the kind of narrative that would suit that. It was all about the underlying menace of the film, the greed, and that against the fucked up, oppressive, religious mood and the kid in the middle of it all. Only a couple of parts were written for specific scenes. I was happier writing lots of music for the story and having Paul Thomas Anderson (the film’s director) fit some of it to the film. – Jonny Greenwood

Plainview: Did you think your song and dance and your superstition would help you, Eli? I am the Third Revelation! I am who the Lord has chosen!


If you haven’t seen this film wait for a day when you are ready for a surreal, jaw-dropping, no-holds-barred barrage of hyper-reality. A story about family, greed, religion, and oil, centered around a turn-of-the-century prospector in the early days of the business. Daniel Day-Lewis clearly immerses himself so far into the role of prospector Daniel Plainview that it is frightening. The movie takes place in early 20th century arid Texan and Californian plains – where oil has been discovered and is primed to be exploited. Plainview and other prospectors are rapidly spreading across the land, trying to convince the unwitting local farmers and ranchers of old western settlements that their oil drilling will bring prosperity to their towns. The period setting of emerging capitalism is juxtaposed with a twisted and haunting modern classical score that only adds to the bizarre drama which unfolds onscreen.

Eli Sunday: Don't bully me, Daniel!


It was surprising to find out after listening to the soundtrack that it was composed by Jonny Greenwood the guitarist from Radiohead (a band that despite their constant acclaim, in all honestly passed me by). Greenwood’s score is captivating and greatly contributes to the literally tectonic forces which lie beneath the drama. The music is performed by the BBC Concert Orchestra led by Robert Ziegler, the Emperor Quartet, and special mention must go to the minimalist brooding performances from Caroline Dale on cello and Michael Dussek on piano. The score was considered a shoe-in for the Academy Award for Original Music Score at the 2008 Oscars, but it was ruled ineligible due to its use of pre-existing material. The score features elements from a previous Greenwood composition and works from Arvo Pärt and Johannes Brahms.

Eli Sunday: I am a false prophet! God is a superstition! I am a false prophet! God is a superstition! I am a false prophet! God is a superstition!


There are an array unconventional sonic textures and uniquely angular melodies which shape this score. The soundtrack to There Will Be Blood will appeal to serious movie-music fans, who will appreciate this rare find: an intelligent, beautiful and deeply cinematic orchestrated score. The moment I realised this soundtrack is a masterpiece is where they first strike oil and the action is accompanied by a huge, incredible percussive sound – look (and listen) out for it next time you see the film. It’s not often it can be claimed of a film, but it would simply not be so great were it not for Greenwood’s music. He deepens the image, gives character to the shot and establishes feeling. Dialogue is sparse in this cinematic epic which lasts well over two and a half hours. And thoroughly cinematic it is – it shows, it doesn’t talk it’s audience towards a conclusion and thus with it’s music inexorably bound in its telling, by showing gives us meaning and feeling.

Plainview: Do you? I drink your water, Eli. I drink it up. Everyday. I drink the blood of lamb from Bandy's tract.


Greenwood engulfs us in the world of the gothic and takes us across a fascinating, ethereal place where nothing is certain with one exception: that doom is fast approaching for everyone within the film. No one stands a chance against the ravenous nature of greed and exploitation. You might be unprepared for the outbursts of melodic darkness contained in both the film and score combined, but the result is that the film’s theme will last in your conscience long after the final credits roll. Nonesuch Records offers a digital download of three bonus tracks upon the purchase of the soundtrack from its web site – highly recommended, get a preview with the title track we’ve put up for you here.

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There Will Be Blood on IMDB

Jonny Greenwood – There Will Be Blood on Discogs

Outsider Music – The Kids of Widney High

Thursday, March 4th, 2010

Windeylicker

I’m a teacher of the severely handicapped in the LA public schools, and in the fall of 1987 I set up a songwriting class to see if the kids I was teaching at Widney High could write songs. The class was made up of students who all were developmentally disabled and had a variety of conditions. Most of them had behavior problems as well. I was amazed as the kids poured their emotions into the project and day after day created the ideas that are contained in this album. – Michael Monagan

Wheely good


The Kids of Widney High weren’t originally intended to be a grassroots pop cultural phenomenon. At first it was a way for special education teacher Michael Monagan to introduce his class of severely handicapped high school students to a sort of art therapy in songwriting. It evolved into something far larger, leaving many to question the intentions of those associated with its wide-scale distribution. In 1989, Monagan and a set of professional session musicians and studio engineers teamed up with his students to record a series of songs. It was designed to showcase the potential of Mongan’s class and perhaps serve as a model for other teachers of the developmentally disabled.

The resulting 1989 release, Special Music for Special Kids is remarkably well-produced, although it does suffer from the ills of the era in it’s somewhat tacky 80′s sound. You can tell from listening that those involved in the project took it seriously, the upshot being a fun and listenable album. It was designed and marketed as a record for young children and you can hear this in it’s presentation, but it later scored considerable success with curiosity seekers among the general public. It attracted everyone from immature teenagers seeking something different from the pop milieu of the late 80′s to experimental musicians who loved the raw, unpretentious feel. Predictably, it also worked wonders for the students themselves, many of whom were reported to have remarkable breakthroughs with self-esteem and confidence. There is however an unfortunate exploitative feel to the album as a whole, the songs are not created purely by the disabled students after all, the hi-tech production clashes with the naive and untrained vocals.

Ten years later, the original songwriters had come and gone, but the kids of Widney High were still making music with teacher Mike Monagan still leading their way. In 1999, they were invited to support Mike Patton’s experimental metal group Mr. Bungle for a few California tour dates. The same year, they released another album, Let’s Get Busy on Patton’s new label, Ipecac. With a post-grunge feel, it mirrors the transition from sugarcoated pop to a rockier character which the American youth experienced through the 90′s. People were suspicious of the label’s motives as Patton is infamous for his nefarious sense of humour. Ipecac would say that eccentricity is what unites the roster of bands including the Melvins, and Patton’s own various left-field side projects. With the label he seems to bring together musicians who fit in nowhere else.

From Patton himself: “The students have written songs that reflect their experiences growing up disabled in the exciting but unforgiving city of Los Angeles. The topics of their songs range from the fear we all have visiting the doctor to a way to vocalize how to stand up for what they think is right, by rewriting the lyrics to “Respect” transforming it into an anthem for those with disabilities. The kids bring an honesty to the songs that is pure and refreshing and real. Being part of the music industry can make one tired and jaded about music and life in general. Bands and labels throw around fake sales figures and chart positions and keep thousands of attorneys in business, battling each other. Radio stations accept payola for pushing putrid pablum on a brain dead public. So called music magazines take money from high priced PR firms for plastering has been heroin addicts all over their pages. The Kids of Widney High is unaffected by any of that crap. These kids make music that is real. These kids make music for the joy of it. It is a tribute to these kids and their teachers! We started Ipecac for this very reason, because we love music.”

Sing while you're wheeling


Their latest release is Act Your Age on Moon Man Records and if you’ve ever wondered what mentally challenged high school students think of the political climate in Cuba then this is the record for you. There is no debating that the Kids of Widney High love making music for the right reasons – the enthusiasm shines through in all their recordings. Despite the obvious changes to their lineup as their members pass through adolescence, out of high school and into adulthood, they continue to tour infrequently in Southern California. We’ve put up that original album for your listening pleasure and you can download it here. But take a look at their online store where they’ve had the initiative to release a graphic novel all about their musical adventures.

YOU BETTER WATCH OUT OR THE INSECTS WILL GET YOU!

Download – Special Music for Special Kids

Ipecac Records

Kids of Widney High – Official Site

Edward Burtynsky: Oil #2

Friday, January 15th, 2010

This is part two of two in our look at this incredible photography exhibition. Part 1 is here. Apocalyptic man-made wounds, the schisms of oil’s emanation caused by mechanical fiends which dry their surroundings of the black gold in service of an unlimited thirst. The components are established in reality, but they convey a vision of an industrial junkie, reaching ever deeper to hit a vein.

Edward Burtynsky, Oil Fields #22, Cold Lake Production Project, Cold Lake, Alberta, Canada, 2001. Chromogenic color print.

Edward Burtynsky, Oil Fields #22, Cold Lake Production Project, Cold Lake, Alberta, Canada, 2001. Chromogenic color print.

There is a cold dominance and depersonalisation to the artist’s style. Absent, we are simply present. There is no overt voice to cloud our interpretation. The extraordinary scenes are sterile like a disembodied dream. Oil is a source of wealth, the fuel of progress, yet has dark promises.

Edward Burtynsky, Highway #1, Intersection 105 & 110, Los Angeles, California, USA, 2003. Chromogenic color print.

Edward Burtynsky, Highway #1, Intersection 105 & 110, Los Angeles, California, USA, 2003. Chromogenic color print.

Burtynsky uses cranes and helicopters to provide his angles. There maintains an aura of impossibility. The detachment offers the power of physical remoteness from the mastery and control of nature and the promise of its destruction. It is an edge which can not be backed away from, its too late: we’ve already gone over.

Edward Burtynsky, Oil Refineries #23, Oakville, Ontario, Canada, 1999. Chromogenic color print.

Edward Burtynsky, Oil Refineries #23, Oakville, Ontario, Canada, 1999. Chromogenic color print.

The artist maps a world shaped, ordered and rendered almost to submission. To honour human effort in bringing oil the surface, nature bends to our will. Places and people are united by oil as it is taken from the ground. The images astonish because they give shape to our suppressed realisation of what our lifestyles have caused.

Edward Burtynsky, AMARC #5, Davis-Monthan AFB, Tuscon, Arizona, USA, 2006. Chromogenic color print.

Edward Burtynsky, AMARC #5, Davis-Monthan AFB, Tuscon, Arizona, USA, 2006. Chromogenic color print.

Remarkable scenes of the reordering of nature at unknown sites through obscure industrial activities depict a world of oil which is beyond comprehension and outside our control yet ultimately resulting from our own existence. Human mastery of the natural world has contained the force of our environment. and tempered our fear of God. The shock of these images arises not from the scale and crushing power of nature; but rather from the organisation and extraction of profit from resources.

Edward Burtynsky, Trucker’s Jamboree, Walcott, Iowa, USA, 2003. Chromogenic color print.

Edward Burtynsky, Trucker’s Jamboree, Walcott, Iowa, USA, 2003. Chromogenic color print.

Burtynsky is no technophobe. He acknowledges out dependence on the mechanical world, its pleasures and extremes. But in finality, our own creeping terror at its inevitability. Oil is no simplistic villain, in fact it is our own black hearted rationalism which has the chilling, corrosive effect.

Edward Burtynsky, Oxford Tire Pile #9ab, Westley, California, USA, 1999. Chromogenic color print.

Edward Burtynsky, Oxford Tire Pile #9ab, Westley, California, USA, 1999. Chromogenic color print.

If these diagrams of exploitation and vectors of progress are visions of our shared subconscious, they foretell the future. If God is dead; then it is man we must fear – and his creations.

Learn more about the Corcoran exhibition Edward Burtynsky: Oil

The book.

Ballardian.

The artist.

Edward Burtynsky: Oil #1

Friday, January 15th, 2010

This is the first of a two-part feature on Edward Burtynsky bringing together 12 years of imagery on the subject of oil for the Corcoran Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C. He is an internationally respected photographer focusing on industrially transformed landscapes. His photographs of quarries, factories and other artifacts of oil extraction and use are extraordinary for their depiction of mankind’s organization of the land for resource-extraction and profit.

Edward Burtynsky, Alberta Oil Sands #6, Fort McMurray, Alberta, Canada, 2007. Chromogenic color print.

Edward Burtynsky, Alberta Oil Sands #6, Fort McMurray, Alberta, Canada, 2007. Chromogenic color print.

Burtynsky has a precise concentration for geometry in his image, evoking the rational automatism of the mysterious relationship between man and nature. The subject of the photo essay is the mechanics and industry of extraction, refinement, development and so the human activities associated; the wreckage, detritus and remains of what man has made of the earth.

Edward Burtynsky, SOCAR Oil Fields #1ab, Baku Azerbaijan, 2006. Chromogenic color print.

Edward Burtynsky, SOCAR Oil Fields #1ab, Baku Azerbaijan, 2006. Chromogenic color print.

Starting at the source, the photographs move outward to survey an ecosystem of sorts. Following this cycle we can see ourselves shadowing the black drops on their journey from earth to operation.

Edward Burtynsky, Oil Fields #19ab, Belridge, California, 2003. Chromogenic color print.

Edward Burtynsky, Oil Fields #19ab, Belridge, California, 2003. Chromogenic color print.

The study is epic in scope. There is stunning detail at work, creating a mythical and improbable realm which is firmly rooted with a clinical hyperreal critique of civilisation with a mixture of awe and dispassion.

Edward Burtynsky, Shipbreaking #13, Chittagong, Bangladesh, 2000. Chromogenic color print.

Edward Burtynsky, Shipbreaking #13, Chittagong, Bangladesh, 2000. Chromogenic color print.

The images provoke an unsettling dialogue with the audience. The photographs have an authority which tests comprehension to it’s limits. As only the most powerful photographs can, evoking the past, reinforcing the present and giving an inkling of the future – rendering the viewer speechless.

Edward Burtynsky, Recycling #2, Chittagong, Bangladesh, 2001. Chromogenic color print.

Edward Burtynsky, Recycling #2, Chittagong, Bangladesh, 2001. Chromogenic color print.

Learn more about the Corcoran exhibition Edward Burtynsky: Oil

The book.

Ballardian.

The artist.

Outsider Music – Charles Manson

Monday, November 30th, 2009
Summer of hate

Summer of hate

Since his trial and conviction, Charles Manson’s name and image have been integrated into American popular culture as a general symbol of ultimate evil. He is currently serving a lifetime sentence in California’s Corcoran State Prison for planning and ordering several brutal murders, most notably that of actress Sharon Tate, the then pregnant wife of filmmaker Roman Polanski.

Much has been made of Charles Manson and his connections to the music industry of the 1960′s. His friendships and associations with other musicians of the time, such as Dennis Wilson (of the Beach Boys) and Neil Young, are well documented. Stories of legendary gangster Alvin Carpis teaching a young Charles Manson his first guitar chords while they were both incarcerated are well featured in books and documentaries. Much less, though, has been written of the music he produced during his days of freedom. In the 1960′s, California and San Francisco in particular played host to young people seeking a new way and a future free from the repressive Cold War society they had grown up in. Manson was swept up in the positive energy of the time. His music from this period reflects the era, with hopeful and positive songs about freedom – reveling in his liberation from a tortured past filled with prisons and reform schools. He also soon had a loyal band of middle-class drop out followers known collectively as “the family”.

Cheery Charlie

Cheery Charlie


The most famous release from this era, “Lie”, is a decent representation of his music of the time and features percussion, female backing vocals, and other instrumentation in addition to Charlie’s voice and guitar. As time went on, more and more pressings of this started to appear, such as an Argentinian bootleg, a French issue with a different sleeve, and in 1987 a UK label stealing the label name of the original release and putting out the most readily available reissue of the album on both cheap LP & CD. Lesser known, though, is an earlier session which has been released under various names and in various edited and unedited forms. This session can be found in nearly complete form on the double album, “Psychedelic Soul”. These are the original demos that Charles Manson did with Terry Melcher and Dennis Wilson, of The Byrds and Beach Boys respectively. This rare recording has a very low loudness level on all tracks, the quality isn’t great but it’s very interesting to hear indeed. The album is a priceless insight into the mindset of Charles Manson in the late 60′s. He is nervous and shy of recording, he is not completely comfortable with the project but you can tell he enjoys the attention from other people in the room. “You know it’s hard to sing in a microphone, it’s like a giant phallic symbol pointing at you”. He is undoubtedly compelling and arguably, quite talented.

Since Manson’s incarceration numerous recordings have found their way out of his prison cell. They have usually been sent personally by Manson to various people on cassette tape, some being released on vinyl and CD over the years. They are documents that represent the mind of the artist through the passage of time and, just as any other artist, Manson has changed over the years.  Limited to the use of acoustic guitar and whatever percussive elements can be found around a prison cell, Manson has continued to experiment with his approach to music. He has often said that he plays his music for God and not for public consumption but that would not explain why he has chosen to document his art for posterity. He is often angry and unintelligible but he is human and not as simple as the news media’s symbol of fear for a frightened public. If anything he is proof that cages begin in the mind.

The songs presented here are meant to serve as an introduction to the music of Charles Manson. We introduce this album to widen greater appreciation and acceptance of Charles Manson, the artist. Essentially it’s a collection of hippy pop-folk songs. Between some of the songs we get to hear Manson talking and responding to the sound engineer and he sounds far from self-confident. He also stops some songs halfway through and generally messes about. We get the idea that the engineer Stephen Despar (employed by Dennis Wilson) isn’t taken in by Manson’s philosophies on life in the way that the rest of Manson’s young and impressionable “family” perhaps were. Despar is quoted as saying, “He brought nothing, except half a dozen girls, and they stayed in the studio with him and smoked dope.” Despar also added, “He had musical talent.”

Download – The Psychedelic Soul Of Charles Manson #1
Download – The Psychedelic Soul Of Charles Manson #2

On 23 May 2007, Manson was denied parole for the eleventh time. He will not be eligible again for parole until 2012. Due to his eccentric and arguably dangerous behavior as well as his notoriety, it is highly unlikely he will ever be released. Manson has never admitted guilt and maintains his innocence.

One motive put forward for the murders of Sharon Tate and the other occupants at 10050 Cielo Drive was revenge for Terry Melcher’s refusal to sign Manson and release an album of his music. Manson allegedly told a friend in the summer of 69, “How are you going to get to the establishment? You can’t sing to them. I tried that, I tried to save them, but they wouldn’t listen. Now we’ve got to destroy them.”

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Charles Manson on Wikipedia