Scott Walker Trilogy: Tilt, The Drift And Bish Bosch

It's been a pretty busy few months for Scott Walker aficionados since his latest album Bish Bosch was released last December,  and with a new boxset of his five first solo albums being reissued at the beginning of this month.
A lot has been written and published about Walker's very long musical career and the so-called enigma of his "reclusive" personality, his audience seemingly divided sharply between two camps*, with the one preferring his old stuff (usually described as aging boomer women in the musical press) and the other really more into his newer output (described as middle-aged hipster dudes in the same press. Clichés never die). This division is a bit pointless, and if you come to his music brand new I'd say you should, like me, start backwards, especially if you come from the art world. Then you shouldn't be surprised by anything.

To give a  quick recap, Walker was born Noel Scott Engel in 1943 in Hamilton, Ohio, had an itinerant childhood in the United States, started performing as a child singer on Broadway then on the Eddie Fischer show on TV, before joining in his early twenties a club band in Hollywood named the Walker Brothers, none of them being siblings nor named Walker.
He was their bass player, and the band later achieved brief but immense fame in the UK in the mid-1960s when it morphed into a majestic boys band performing (mostly) covers of foolproof standards arranged with soaring orchestrations. They had great looks, Engel was (and still is) blessed with one of the most beautiful male voice of the last half-century or so, and so he became the reluctant lead vocal of the band. And the target of thousands of screaming and stalking pubescent girls, an experience that has apparently traumatized him for life. He's said to be a painfully shy man and extremely private person so finding himself the target of such violent scrutiny can only have been frightening, as he was often unable to leave his home lest he be molested by dozens of young women trying to tear off bits of his clothing and of his body as souvenir.

The band broke up like all bands do (the Rolling Stones and U2 don't count, OK?),  Scott Walker released in a very quick amount of time 4 magnificent solo albums of mostly self-penned music (with Jacques Brel covers that made the Belgian singer known to the Anglo-Saxon world), the last one sinking without a trace in 1969, condemning him to an ignominious career in the 1970s as a cheesy singer interpreting crappy innocuous  ballads and country music.
The legend goes that he drank himself to oblivion, until a Walker Brothers short reunion at the end of the 1970s before breaking up definitively again, but not until after they had made a great experimental record called Nite Flights in 1978. It influenced  David Bowie and Brian Eno, and is in passing screaming for a re-issue on vinyl.
Scott Walker then had to wait until 1984 to be able to record an entirely self-penned solo record again, Climate of Hunter, and then wait another decade to come up with his "latter" work with Tilt. Then in 2006 came The Drift, and last year Bish Bosch. 
These albums have come to constitute a trilogy, often deemed "difficult" or "inaccessible" by music critics. Yours truly begs to differ, because I listen to them all the time, if not every day (as a matter of fact, almost everyday, save when I have a migraine). Not only that but sometimes I listen to the three of them in a row, which is an incredible experience I can only recommend you try (you just need 4 solid hours of free time ahead).
Also, I digress, but I would really like if music critics wouldn't utter definitive pronouncements on new records such as "listeners won't give it more than a couple of listens", which I've read about Bish Bosch when it came out, at a time when I'd had maybe a dozen listens of the record already. Music critics, you can't presume everybody will have the same experience and reaction to music as yourselves.

A lot of the Walker mystique has to do with the long time that comes between his solo records, and the fact that as he seems to be living a totally normal, regular life. Like he goes to the supermarket, rides his bike, etc. The length of time between albums has a lot to do with record labels and music industry shenanigans more than anything else, as is often the case with older musicians who make or strive to make non-conventional music (John Cale, my other favorite musician, has had to wait a long time between leaving EMI and finding a home at Domino/Double Six, for example). The regular life means Walker doesn't show his face at industry parties and celebrity hangouts. Also, he's seventy now and maybe he'd rather be at home or spending time with his loved ones than, I don't know, go to a sponsored party for some stupid cell phone? You've been to one stupid party, you've been to all of them.


If you want to know more about Walker, there are at least half a dozen books and bios published about him. I've read about 3 or 4 and I can confidently tell you that you'd better read his Wikipedia bio and then hunt from various interviews on the internet (several audio and video interviews are available on YouTube, and you can find some good ones on the websites of The Quietus, The Guardian, etc.), you will learn as much and you won't have to spend the money that would be better used buying his own records. It's more interesting to listen to his music anyway than trying to figure out what this elderly dude eats for breakfast, who he's dating, and how he makes a living (seriously the number of interviews I've seen when he's asked how he makes money, geez, how rude).
In addition there was a rather good documentary complete with interviews with Walker himself that came out in 2006, Scott Walker 30th Century Man. It's available on DVD, there are excerpts on YouTube (the whole thing seems to be available on there as well but "not available in your country blah-blah-blah), and I think it's a better introduction to Walker than most of the books and bios. It's great because you see Walker working in the studio in it, something that always fills me with childish wonder when I see it because music making is very abstract to me, so seeing it being made is always a treat.

Now, about the music. As I said earlier, there are apparently 2 bitterly divided camps about his music. That was rather new to me when I started to get into Walker's music, rather late compared to everybody, as usual.  You see, I discovered it with his "later" output post car-accident, one evening  in 2009, when I clicked on one of those YouTube related links after listening to I can't remember what (Throbbing Gristle maybe?)
The song was "Jesse", from  The Drift and HOLY MOTHER OF BELPHEGOR HOW COME SOMEONE CAN MAKE SUCH INCREDIBLE MUSIC!
I had absolutely no idea that the song was about 9/11 and about Elvis Presley's dead twin brother.  Not that it  mattered to me at the time.
All I knew was that it was heartbreakingly beautiful, and that whoever was singing like this made me cry. I had to listen to it over and over again, until I moved onto a few other songs by Walker.

By that stage all I knew about him is that he was a name that had been repeated many times in French mag Les Inrockuptibles when it was still a respectable publication, at the very beginning of the 1990s. At the time I was too broke to buy music anymore, and Walker's records weren't available anywhere that I knew of. I was also under the misguided impression he was some old, washed out Nashville country singer, which, in my twenties, sounded like anathema.
His subject matter at the time was a lot about the miseries and sordidness of ordinary life, but also about political subjects, and also sex of course in all its crude and unsavory facets as well as its unmitigated pleasures.
 I'm just mentioning this because some of his recent lyrics can also be raunchy, he deals with the political as well, etc. and so I don't see a real discontinuity with what he sang about in the 1960s. The language has evolved, it's more poetic and also I think more sophisticated, but in some songs it still follows a narrative of sorts, especially on Bish Bosch, with SDSS1416 + 13B (Zercon, A Flagpole Sitter), the coolest song title ever.

I'm generally not super curious about musicians beyond reading the Wikipedia entry about them if there's one, which I'm sure I did at the time,  and then I quickly forgot the basics. At that time I was also very broke again (see, car accident) and not yet in a possession of a turntable, so I had to wait until 2 years ago to be able to lay my hands on beautiful vinyl records and finally find The Drift (at Wombleton Records in Los Angeles, thanks so much Ian for fetching it out of the back when I asked about it, may you be blessed forever). 

As you can see I am really very, very late to the Walker party. Which is great in a way because I didn't have to wait that long until Bish Bosch came out this year. I didn't really get into his 1960s solo record until last year, when I bought some reissues, so the division between new/old Scott Walker isn't particularly interesting nor even relevant to me. 
In hindsight when I listen to the old stuff I can see the germs of the "new" music already in songs like Plastic Palace People, with its broken tempo** and its lyrics that verge a bit into abstraction. A lot of"early" Walker songs have this tendency to abstract lyrics ("Can't you see the towers of mine they could shine like a dime" on The World's Strongest Man - I always think about something vaguely obscene like, er, ahem... when I hear that, but then I'm French),  so for me his recent songs are a continuation of that. 

The music has evolved of course, but it's still the same musical vocabulary: lots of strings, lots of bells (I love love love how he uses them) and interesting percussions, in conjunction with the regular instruments you find in rock and pop music. It's used differently of course, but once again the seeds sowed in the 1960s just grew into something exotic and unfamiliar, but recognizable and very exciting.

I'm saying all of this because if, like me, you discovered Walker recently and find your way backwards in his discography,  then you don't see what all the fuss about the "old" and "new" Scott Walker is all about.  It's the same guy, the same concerns, the same idiom, but that has evolved to become unconventional and as such groundbreaking. It resembles nothing you've ever heard before, and nowadays it's very rare to listen to music that is so new. Coming from someone who's seventy and could be happily retired.  

Now I understand that it can be very surprising if your idea of music is to put on the radio to listen to Rhianna or Beyoncé while you do the dishes, or switch on your Ibiza Dancemasters 12  mp3 compilation on when you have friends coming over. Or if you've been listening exclusively to hipster new folk music or generic indie rock for the last 10 years. 

But if you've been curious about classical and experimental classical music, as well as industrial music and pioneers of rock and roll experimentation for a long time, then Walker is for you. 
Say, you like Einstürzende Neubauten, Throbbing Gristle, Varese, Stravinsky, Feldman, Shostakovich, Ligeti,  the Velvet Underground, and maybe Death Metal, then you should be at home with Walker's music. 
There's a long history of eccentric figures in rock'n'roll including, say, Captain Beefheart and Frank Zappa (I loathe both of them but it's another story) on the one hand and maybe, say, Nick Drake and Tim Buckley on the other, and Walker bridges both types - without having anything to do with them musically, it's just to give you an idea of the type of persona that could be attracted to his music. 

So it's not as if there wasn't anything to give listeners any context to place Walker in terms of the last 50 years of popular music or so.

I think what throws off most people when they listen to the "new"*** Scott  Walker is his style of singing. At first listen it may seem unnatural. I say "may", because if you've ever heard baroque singing or even opera singing, these are totally unnatural styles that people are nevertheless not questioning at all when they listen to it. 
They don't correspond to popular, mainstream ideas of music, but they are accepted all the same. And as far as popular music goes, does Freddy Mercury's style sound natural to you? All those guys singing into falsetto voices, do they seem natural? Does Klaus Nomi sounds natural? Robert Plant? Russell Mael?
On the other end of the spectrum, how about Death Metal and Black Metal? It always sounds like singers are vomiting stones if you ask me, it doesn't prevent them from having a vast and faithful following. 
So there are many popular singers who don't sing in a natural voice, and it's also true about most contemporary R'n'B  which, being the most prevalent commercial genre these days, tells you all you need to know about about judging Walker's style on its artificiality or not. 

Walker seemed to have abandoned or rather modified his trademark barytone as far back as Nite Flights in 1978, with songs like The Electrician where he experiments with various tones (scales?  once again I lack musical descriptive vocabulary) and more characteristically with the Nite Flights song itself. Climate of Hunter pursues in this vein, until we arrive to Tilt which is really when that new singing manner makes its mark. 
The album starts with what is for me one of the most beautiful song ever written, Farmer In The City, in homage to Pasolini.
 It's a song that comes this close to verging on kitsch with its strings arrangement,  but the voice is what keeps it all together. I've listened to it over and over and even though I know if so well, my heart breaks each time Walker sings "... and I used to be a citizen".
Some other songs deal with politics and wars (Patriot-A Single and Bolivia 95 most particularly) where Walker makes his feelings known about his native country's involvement in the many bloodbaths and support of dictatorships in the 20th century), and the albums ends with Rosary, a rather bleak and spare song about... love? 

Tilt does exactly just that, it throws us off balance and obligates us to pay attention to the music because of the shift in focal point, and by focal point what I mean is that there isn't just one but many.
 And this is reflected in the structure of the songs, in the sense that they all do have a structure but it isn't a conventional one as you would expect in pop or rock music. There are breaks and pattern changes and silences and variations in tones and even in volume within the same song.
 Everything shifts in a Scott Walker song, but does so while miraculously keeping its  internal balance, more often than not through the sheer power of the voice and its unconventional singing style. 
There are moments when you would expect him to whisper lyrics and he shouts them, and some others where you'd think some power singing would do but you just get the tiniest flutter of words.  
In passing, I've read people speculating that Walker sings this way because "he must have lost his voice", to which I want to say: listen to it. People who lose their voice don't have that incredible power. Man, is he loud and powerful when he wants to.

The Drift continues in that vein, with Walker pursuing his shift away from conventional songwriting, as indicated with the album title, but with added touches of dark humor here and there. The opening song, Cossacks Are , appropriates media reviews or reports of "backhanded compliments", but whether you know it or not won't prevent you from finding it funny (I hope). 
The imagery is a mix of beautiful images and savagery "Cossacks are charging ... in a field of white roses" and absurd details "it's a nice suit... it's a swanky suit" as well as a sentence culled verbatim from George W. Bush talking about Chirac "I'm looking for a good cowboy". What makes the song is Walker's delivery, a mixture of deadpan humor and absurd tragedy.

As with Tilt, some songs are heartbreaking, such as Hands Me Up and the aforementioned Jesse. Hands Me Up mixes two topics, the cult of celebrities that came up with reality TV and a sordid tale of a father murdering his children out of jealousy.
 You can sense a lot of anxiety in the lines "The audience is waiting" (repeated 4 times) and "I tried"(twice). And then you have "the pee-pee soaked trousers": it's ridiculous -  followed immediately by "the torn muddied dress": it's a cliché. But sung together in Walker's voice, these are heartbreaking. The mundane little tragedies of childhood brought together to evoke death. 

The one song people always think about when The Drift is mentioned is Clara, about Mussolini's mistress who chose to go to her death with him even though she could have easily escaped. People remember the "meat punching" used to aurally evoke the abuse her dead body had to endure when it was exposed to the crowds at the end of WWII, an image Walker had seen on a newsreel at the cinema when he was a child and that had haunted him ever since. But it is a very long song, with a guest female singer in the middle, and some spoken words by Walker in the middle and at the end, about "birds" and the bird that flew inside someone's room and was released outside by the narrator, so unlike Clara the bird escaped  imprisonment and a certain death.

There's  also lots of humor in Walker's other songs, sometimes present only with the onomatopeia used as chorus or bridges like the "wahoo wahoo wahoo" in Rosary on Tilt, or the "Psssst Psssst" in A Lover Loves which concludes The Drift  (and ends up with "let's go!" which never fails to crack me up, no matter how many times I've heard it). 
Sometimes these are really irritating, but annoying in a way that makes you think the song would lose all its internal balance without it, and also makes you think about all the conventional "lalala lalala" or "fafafafa", etc. in countless mindless love songs everywhere. Change the sound of the onomatopeia and you see the song in a whole new light. 

With Bish Bosch we're now used to Walker's style, but this one is another beast altogether. If you compare it to Tilt and The Drift, this album is far less monolithic and much more diverse in terms of sonic textures, and the humor is this time fairly obvious. Many people commented on the "fart noises" on Corps de Blah (many UK journalists were shocked, and this coming from a country that invented the whoopee cushion) which also sounds like balloons being deflated. Or burst even.
 I like this image much more because it can be used metaphorically: the seriousness of people commenting on Walker's "somber outlook" seeing their stereotypical opinions burst with a needle and reduced to torn rubber pieces (also because the image is close to the "plucking feathers from a swan's song", the line that opens the record on "See You Don't Bump His Head"). 

 Zercon, the longest song on the record, tells the story of a deformed dwarf court jester at Attila's palace and his transformation into a stylites hermit and later on an exploding/imploding dwarf star. Being a jester he throws lots of jokes, and the one people always quote is "if shit were music, you'd be a brass band" (they fail to mention the melancholic "la la la la" right after "music" which I think adds a lot more meaning to the song). 

As always a lot of the humor comes simply with the delivery, especially if the words used are clichés: on Epizootics, a song that starts like "A Hawaiian nightmare" but morphs into an inventive use of 1930s and 1940s hipster slang (most of it  real and not invented by Walker, such as "Gabriel's gravy", but  now totally obscure especially if you're a secondary language speaker).
At the very end of the song, the last words go something like: "Sweeeeeet Lei-LAAAA-ni HEA-venly FLO-wers" to somehow make fun of all the Hawaiian imagery. 

Walker loves blending the grotesque, the ridiculous and the absurd with violence and tragedy, such as in The Day The Conducator Died, recalling the end of the Romanian dictator Ceaucescu and his wife but blending the story with "a personality questionnaire" as many dictators and world leaders suffer from personality cult, the ambiguity being compounded with the "O very much, O not so much" at the end of each question. 
The song and the record end with Walker playing a bit from Jingle Bells on precisely that (bells that jingle, thank you for the tautology, it cracks me up all the time), and it manages to be totally heartbreaking once again, while being also so ridiculous it's funny. 
The song is subtitled "A Christmas Song" because Ceaucescu and his wife were shot by a firing squad on Christmas Day. During interviews Walker was joking that "of course, it is the perfect Christmas single".

Sometimes you can't make sense of a whole song, but then I'm not sure it really matters because this can be said of a lot of other songs by other musicians (randomly, This Corrosion by Sisters of Mercy: does it make any sense to you? But it's a great song nonetheless). 
Walker uses a lot of foreign words, sometimes pronouncing them incorrectly ("cogliones", in Zercon, is a case in point), sometimes without you having any idea what they mean, like the Danish words on  Dimple, but it doesn't matter because just the way he repeats them as backing vocals is simply too beautiful. 
Sometimes the imagery is just powerful enough you don't see why there should be any meaning anyway, like the way he repeats "roomful of mice" on Pilgrim.

Bish Bosch is a whole lot different from Tilt and The Drift because, if the former heralds the shift from musical conventions and the later its floating even further away from them, Bish Bosch announces that the job is done and it's time to move on to something different. In a way it is a lighter album than the other two ones, while also being more baroque in its irregular shape. You hear more variety in the melodies and instrumentation than on The Drift, for example.
While listening to the three albums consecutively and separately, I've been trying to figure out if one of them was the best of the three, but I can't manage to come to this conclusion. 
Bish Bosch is more dynamic rhythmically so you have more variety and therefore less occasions to be emotional than on The Drift or Tilt (and that's why I say it's promising a new direction) but it's also a very tight album conceptually and musically, the way both Tilt and The Drift are. 
The only song I find a bit out of place on the trilogy is Tilt itself (on Tilt, obviously) because I think it sounds more like something that would have been more at home on Climate of Hunter.


All three records survive numerous and repeated listens without the listener (OK, make that me) ever getting bored or satiated. There's always a sonic surprise coming up whenever you put them on the turntable, always a piece of lyrics you grasp anew, and then these moments you come to expect with a childish impatience if they make you laugh, or that never fail to move you even if you heard them many, many times. 

There has been a lot made of Walker's expressivity and emotion or on the contrary lack thereof in his singing, depending on who you ask, but as far as I know, when people comment on the way he's stripping his voice of emotion, I think they miss a very salient point. 
What Walker has been stripping his voice of is his ego, and by ego what I mean is that overconfident sexual swagger many male singers are imbuing their vocals with.
 He's not demanding  people to want to fuck him (God knows the poor man has had to suffer enough from the hypersexualized attention of hordes of fans in his youth). He's not stripping his voice of emotion, he's stripping it off of manufactured, clichéd, fake feelings.
 There a millions of insincere love songs on the planet, so he's not adding yet another one to pretend to comfort lost souls and laugh all the way to Las Vegas.

What he's been doing instead is humbly asking that we listen to the words, to the stories... to the stories coming down from our common savage history, made to marry new and groundbreaking music that makes him the very first, and to my knowledge the only one musician of the 21st century, the one that transport us to another place.

Everybody else is just pretending.

I pilfered this picture from a Google image search a while ago and I have no idea where it's coming from. At a guess I think it's "Iain and Jane" who did the Bish Bosch trailer?

* You can observe this division if you check the two main Scott Walker fan pages on Facebook, one of them manned by real fans and the other by whoever represents his back catalog, I think Universal. Many people who are on that one don't seem to have any clue that Walker is still alive and making groundbreaking music.
 In passing, I'm always surprised when people check fan pages on Facebook and seem to believe or assume that whoever musician/writer/artist/filmmaker etc. is behind it and write comments assuming the person will read them and answer. It happens but it's rare...
** As I've mentioned elsewhere on the blog, I love music but I know jackshit about it, so if I use the wrong descriptive words it's all due to my lack of musical training and abilities. Sorry about that.
*** I keep on putting "new" and "later"  in quotation marks because he's been doing it for almost 20 years now, it's not so recent anymore.

Could The Voynich Manuscript Be The Very First Ever Known Example Of "Outsider Art"?

This image courtesy of the Nasa/apod website, here

It's a leisurely and grey morning in Brussels, and so over my coffee today I had the great pleasure of reading about the Voynich Manuscript on the BBC News website. Not being a Medieval Art specialist, especially when it concerns manuscripts, it's the first I've heard of it.

Apparently there are tons of theories about it (is it a hoax? how come nobody can decipher its coded language?) etc.  but nobody seems to mention what immediately jumped to my mind when I saw those gorgeous images: could this be the earliest conserved example of "outsider art", ever?

The style of the images brings to mind everybody from Henry Darger to  Hilma af Klint, and as for the "coded language" nobody can read, well maybe only a schizophrenic person could have written it? And in that case, whatever the meaning of the language doesn't matter at all, it's just beautiful to look at.

Both Medieval Art and so-called "Outsider Art" lie outside of my area of competence, so this is only an hypothesis I'm throwing to the winds, but I don't see why a mentally ill person stemming from a well-off enough family wouldn't have been able to produce it.

This image from Wikipedia.

Whatever it is, it's a gorgeous piece of art. I can only recommend you look for images of it, and I'm hoping someone will one day publish a beautiful (and affordable) fac-simile of it.

UPDATE: since I published this post about 20 minutes ago, CT-based painter Matthew Best sent me a link about all things Voynich Manuscript, where I found to my great pleasure there was a downloadable pdf. of it in its entirety. Many thanks to Matthew, and I hope you will enjoy this as much as do.

Onderzeebootloods - XXXL Painting - Jim Shaw In Rotterdam

Yesterday yours truly got the chance to go to the opening of XXXL Painting, at something called I believe "the submarine wharf" in Dutch, a satellite building operated by the Boijmans van Beuningen museum in Rotterdam. Although they were 3 artists in the show, the only one I'm talking about here is Jim Shaw, whom I had the chance to work with almost 15 years ago now. Then and now I believed and still believe he's a massively underrated artist, at least in the United States. He has regular museum shows in Europe, like many great US artists who are recognized late at home.

 The foreground shows a sofa shaped like and ear, part of the Dream Objects series, and the background is if I recall correctly a piece called The Worship of The Compound Interest, which must date from 2006.

I think in large part it is due to the fact that, like his friend the late artist Mike Kelley, Jim Shaw is someone who created his own path using influences that were, at the time (from the late 1970s to the late 1990s), largely outside of the frame of reference of the mainstream art world: Surrealism of the least noble kind (Dali instead, of, say, Ernst or Magritte), comics before they got ennobled with the "graphic novel" new tag, Science-Fiction, and vernacular culture, rather than the high late modernist tropes of conceptual art.

The inside of The Worship of The Compound Interest

Jim Shaw is also a very versatile artist, who, like Kelley, can work in pretty much any medium: drawing, painting, sculpture, installation, video, performance. That can sometimes be confusing for the poor curators, collectors or critics who can't process more than one idea at a time and find Shaw's work too complicated. I'm only barely kidding here, but when your work cannot fit in one's preconception of a medium to begin with, if it expands in all mediums then people may have trouble processing it.

Zombies video

Like, is he a video artist? A sculptor? a, gasp, post-conceptual artist? A multimedia one? Can we fit his work in next year's fancy complicated Biennial's subject that has nothing to do with anybody's life but makes the curator's feel better about his/her intellectual chops?

Another reason he's underrated, I think, is because a lot of his very sophisticated skills look too traditional: this man is obviously a first-rate draftsman, and very few people working in contemporary art these days are so good at drawing. Ergo, he seems too close to a comics artist to be a *serious* contemporary artist. His realistic drawings are too uncomfortably close to an undervalued popular mass entertainment form to be taken seriously. When so many press releases coming out of art galleries or museums tell you that so-and-so is subverting their medium by, hmm, "appropriating" somebody else's work, finding someone who's actually doing so by creating real objects rather than spouting graduate school clichés is seriously disturbing.

Jim Shaw in front of one of his backdrop painting.

Jim Shaw is also a very prolific artist who's perpetually making work, in a manner that recall outsider artists: making work seems to correspond to a deep obsessive need and not to the desire to conform to the art world expectations of what an artist career should be. For example it often follows a narrative path that expands over the years to develop a theme, a story, a concept or a project. In the 1980s he developed the My Mirage series, which documented various phases from early childhood to puberty in the life of an all-American boy named Billy, undergoing changes that also mirrored societal shifts in US society, politics and culture: white-bread innocence, followed by hippie psychedelia and redemption through born-again Christianity and the Reagan years.

For Jim Shaw's work is actually deeply political, but not in a propagandist way telling you how you should think and act. Rather it is reactive, mirroring the helplessness we all feel when confronted with the inequities and corruption of modern life in Western society. It is a desperate acknowledgement of how fucked-up we are, by someone who doesn't pretend to offer solutions in the name of a supposed special role the artist should be bestowed with. It's all the more desperate because this particular artist has a long memory and a good knowledge of art history. Many of his works integrate references to famous or not so famous artworks, or comics, or cartoons, elements of visual culture that are brought back as reminders that the artist is a witness rather than a prophet.

As such many of these references are familiar to the viewer, even when we can't exactly place them. Another thing you must have noticed by now, if you've looked up these pictures attentively, is that even though all of the works here are "in the same style", that is Jim Shaw's, the ease with which he incorporates other visual artists' styles in his own work to transform them into something other goes beyond simple virtuosity. I mentioned appropriation above, here you have someone who doesn't appropriate's other people's images lock, stock and barrel but transform them into something that is uniquely his. But also ours, because it is recognizable to us as a sort of white noise for visual culture in general: we might not recognize Rembrandt, Dali, 1930s comics, but we have some sort of memory of these images and it gives us a background to comprehend what's going on there.

And what is going on there has many layers of information embedded into the painting, but is easy enough to understand as a satirical artwork that skewers the collusion between politics and finance in Western society, with the help of overbearing religions, and how they really screw up ordinary people's lives.

In this particular exhibition, because the subject is gigantic paintings, you can see something else that could make the contemporary viewer uncomfortable: that monumental format recalls the allegorical history paintings of Academic fame (you know, the 19th century one that supposedly all of Modern art was fighting against). Except that instead of using Ancient mythology as a vehicle for edification, Shaw uses art history, contemporary visual Pop and vernacular culture to expose not so much the dark psyche of Western civilization, but the damage inflected by the idiocy and corruption of politics and finance in the United States and abroad.

So Jim Shaw's work is everything that is unfashionable in terms of art world success because it is resolutely outside of contemporary art conventions - we like to think that these don't exist especially since we left Modernism behind, but that isn't the case.
It is very funny, it is satirical, it uses traditional artistic skills, it is political and it rebels against a big tenet of American culture and history, the emprise of religion on US society.

It refers to classical art history when nobody knows it anymore (seriously, the number of curators I meet  these days who don't know anything that happened before Minimalism is, ahem, disturbing), but also to underground comics and cartoons, experimental music, slasher movies, Christian propaganda, while making fun of the tenets of Modernism and Post-Modernism alike (there are so many parodies of artists from Christopher Wool, Frank Stella, Jeff Koons, Jackson Pollock, Larry Poons, Judy Chicago, etc. in his career).  The high, the low and the middlebrow. It quotes history in its most repulsive moments (wars, slavery, betrayals, torture), reminds us of how stereotypically we often assimilate it or swallow it uncritically.

In short, it is truly subversive, because it refuses to conform to how we came to view political art over the last few decades. No black and white xeroxes exhibited along bad photographs telling us that yes, Corporation X is evil and is aided and abetted by President Y, telling us that we should react! Rebel! If you see something, say something!
No weekly discussions with speakers/lecturers/famous Ted talk persons held within the space of the museum where the artist delegates someone to preach to the choir about some obscure yet current topics ("knitting as a form of resistance against consumer's society"). No Photoshopped images of famous actors to denounce celebrity culture!
 No incredibly serious public actions that, hm, what are they supposed to do already?

Shaw's art is elegantly and humorously unpleasant, and this is why he is a serious artist whose work should be taken seriously. It may take a long, long time because as I said earlier he's incredibly prolific and the work is very complex, but if you like your art intelligent and subversive and visually interesting, you should get yourself interested in everything Jim Shaw.

Dani Tull, Jim Shaw and Daniel Hope, shortly before performing improvised live music.

He was!

So What Do I Think About Peter Zumthor's Design For LACMA, Really?

I've been asked this very question many times ever since an article about it was  posted on the LAT website.
I don't think anything of the new design because, frankly, I've always been unable to comprehend how a building would look like by just looking at a maquette and some drawings/designs. I've nothing against it nor am I rabidly enthralled by the idea. Also, I now live abroad so whatever happens at LACMA I won't get to see except when I come back visit LA from time to time, so...

Generally speaking I'm getting tired of museum directors who have no real ideas about what to do with their museum (you know, develop the collection, program scholarly or groundbreaking exhibitions, be a place for culture and education rather than mindless entertainment, all of these based on sound finances and rigorous administrative organization, etc.) but there are cases when yes, buildings have to be erected and expansions designed.

Here are a few things I can say about LACMA'S current campus and about museum architecture in general.

1) The Current LACMA Campus.

It's a mess of many buildings designed by various architects at various times, and as such it does reflect a certain evolution of the history of architecture, from the original William Pereira (from which not so much is still extant, at this stage) to the current Renzo Piano buildings.
In a way, if museums are designed to present the evolution of art history via their collections (that's what they're intended for, you know) then why not preserve the current buildings to reflect this as well?

The LACMA West building (the former May Co. department store) facade can't be altered already as it is listed.
 Speaking of, I'm glad the building will be reused for that cinema museum thing because the inside of it is currently a disaster (worst storage space I've ever seen at a museum, ever) even though I think the Hollywood industry could build his own museum with its own funds elsewhere. It's not as if they were great supporters of the arts already, so why the hell should an art museum deal with their own history if they can't be bothered preserving themselves?
The Japanese pavilion is adored by everybody who comes visit it and will also be preserved, I understand. So will the Renzo-Piano designed buildings on the West side of the campus. Which means that basically only the East side will be demolished (save for the Japanese pavilion).

The ONLY thing I would regret from what will be demolished is the Bing Theater which is a jewel of Mid-Century architecture, with its wood panelling and the really nice clocks and chandeliers in the lobby. I hope they somehow keep it (if not... someone please save a clock for me!).

Aside from that all the exhibition spaces in the old buildings are terrible and rather shabby and way too dark, which was state of the art re: art preservation in the 1960s, but now that Renzo Piano has shown how lovely the SoCal light could be on the artworks on the West side of the campus.

Which leads me to this: why the hell not ask Piano to redesign the entire campus to give it a coherent aspect? What the point of hiring another architect now that Piano has build the West side? It seems crazy to me to hire somebody else, even if it is a great architect, when Piano has already left his imprint on the museum.

2) Museum Architecture In General And Wishes For LACMA's New Buildings.

Well I haven't seen anything from the Zumthor's design yet, so I can't comment, right? But I do have some wishes.

- Please, please, please build some office space for the staff THAT ISN'T IN THE BASEMENT.

Human beings thrive on light. Opening windows is great for fresh air, and I'm not even speaking about productivity. So whatever Zumthor comes up with, I hope the design will respect the LACMA staff and provide offices where everybody has a window and can see the light outside. The current offices are inhuman, and I'm sure natural light would boost staff morale. In many European countries it's illegal to build windowless offices, I wish it were the same in the US.

- Please, please, please, build exhibition spaces that make the art looks good.

Like Piano did at BCAM and with the Resnick pavilion on the West side of the campus. Yes, BCAM looks unremarkable from the outside, but the exhibition space inside are genius. And the light is amazing. There's nothing worse than an architect who designs spectacular envelopes but neglects the inside spaces. And, many, many architects who've been designing museums over the last 3 decades are guilty of this.
A museum isn't reducible to its building, unless it has no collection and no imaginative exhibition programing (and in this case it's just a Disneyland for grown-ups).
Yes, a great building can turn an otherwise unremarkable museum into a destination, but... when was the last time you heard about a great exhibition originating at the Bilbao Guggenheim?

There are too many new museums where the floor plan is detrimental to the art. I was particularly taken aback by the new design at the Stedelijk Museum where I went a couple of months ago: humongous high ceilings and lots of useless vertical space, but the rooms themselves are not particularly suited to host art (especially large-scale installations that expand horizontally) and it's mostly artificial light (speaking of, I don't know if it's the new eco-friendly EU regulations that call for this but the lighting in many European museums is depressing). Soaring cathedral ceilings may look great in themselves but there aren't that many art pieces that need them.

I understand museums are great vanity projects for architects, but more often than not, I am sorry to say,  they are more akin to turds plopped on the earth to mark territory than really usable spaces to exhibit art - which is their primary function. Last time I checked, a museum wasn't an institution created to boost the ego of its architect, it's a place where art is stored and exhibited for an audience.

 Aside from the "let's make a great facade/envelope and forget about how it will be used from the inside", architects also don't seem to care about building maintenance, and the spiraling costs they can incur for museums. Which are always underfunded, so having leaking roofs less than 3 years after a building opens is detrimental to any museum's finances, and they capture funds that could be better employed for the collection.

If a museum is very successful in terms of attendance (which doesn't mean it's successful scientifically or critically) there will be a lot of wear and tear on the building interiors. So it will need lots of maintenance, and it would be great if architects could make sure their buildings are sturdy enough in that regard.

My last wish would be for new museums to be "passive" buildings, or at least eco-friendly enough. That could save lots of money in utility costs in the long run and gentler on Mother Earth.

Now will LACMA be any of this? It's hard to say, but I wish the museum the best. I'm curious to see if Govan will be able to raise the money for the building, and even more curious to see if he can raise the museum's profile in areas that are not linked to contemporary art.

Penny Century, I Love You, I Love You, Don't Go Away, Don't Go Away, Never Go Away

It's raining endlessly on old Europe where Winter seems to never end, like economic austerity, yours truly is sick as hell (don't worry, just a mighty cold but I cannot speak) and feeling like I'd rather had taken the blue pill all those years ago and if someone could ship a couple to me right now, it would be much appreciated.

 So I haven't felt like writing about anything lately,  since I haven't seen any really good art, nor listened to much music.

There's been a big hoopla about the latest Daft Punk (crap or genius? I'd say just 21st century MOR, like they've morphed into today's Emerson, Lake and Palmer) but I don't really care one way or another. I just remember the soundtrack they did for the Tron remake was a big piece of pompous gloop, but who knows, maybe in a few years they'll make a good record again.

So instead of going into Daft Punk, I'm posting a video by a band I used to really like when I was about 15, the Cassandra Complex. It seems nobody remembers them at all in my circle, though I seem to recall people really liked their song "Moscow Idaho" back in the day. You know, at the end of the last century.
 In truth after getting a bit into their back catalog I think their songs all end up sounding the same, but they had some really cool graphics back in the day. Here's my favorite song by then, "Penny Century", for your listening pleasure.

Below are a few example of Cassandra Complex record sleeves. Very 1980s, when the Cold War looked like it would never end and we were living through another endless economic crisis. I seem to remember the weather was shitty as well.

Nowadays,  FBC! is happy to tell you we're taking all writing offers coming this way as well as translations, birthdays, weddings and bar mitzvahs, you name it. We like the free food and booze, if we can't get good weather.

It's Record Store Day 2013! Go Out And Buy Some Records! Buy Yourself A Turntable! Find How To Do It Here!

 Look, only "gentlemen" have turntables and buy records!

Hello dear beloved yet thin readership,

Today's Record Store Day 2013! Meaning, if you are lucky enough to live in a city where there are still some independent record stores standing, you can go line up and buy some special issues 7" as well as some LPs that come with extras.
There's a bit of a grumpy backlash this year against RSD13 coming either from very small labels that can't afford to press the requisite number of copies for the event, some store owners who have trouble liquidating overstock in the months after the event (I mean, seriously, an Emerson, Lake & Palmer 7", who'd want that?), and regular vinyl collectors who complain that most of the stuff is snatched up by assholes who sell it on eBay for a nice profit - because alas many people don't have a record store near where they leave. More on that later.

Yours truly doesn't have any problem with the event itself. I've been told by some small store owners that RSD can make or break their year, and that if enough new customers come and peruse though the other stuff and buy records, they can stay afloat for yet another year. That's a good enough reason to support the event, in my opinion. Now, if all the people who wait in line on April 20 to get some beautiful wax (and ugly CDs, let's not begrudge them) would also buy records during the rest of the year, things would be much better. But everybody has to start somewhere, and if it is today I am all for it.

I hear vinyl sales are up, and it's enough to warm my old desiccated heart. However, I have a feeling they could go even higher if some issues were addressed by the entire music community and business. The points I'm going to raise are based entirely on empirical evidence as gathered by moi over the last 2 years, when I started to be re-interested in music again. If you've been following FBC! since its inception  not only you are a truly patient person, but you must have noticed we've been writing less and less about art and more and more about music over the last 3 years.
The root of this evolution has been purely accidental, as I've been confined home for a long time due to the consequences of a bad car crash (or two, or three). Less possibilities to go out to look at art, more time to listen to music and read fiction. Incidentally, my quality of life has dramatically improved because of that, so I suggest you try reading fiction and listen to music at home instead of going to stupid art openings or depressing art fairs.

Anyway, after evolving from watching music videos on YouTube to try music streaming services (I hate them all) and listen to mp3 on my laptop and iPod, I decided 2 years ago to get myself a decent stereo and start buying hard copies.
That move was motivated mostly by 1) witnessing friends losing their entire music libraries after a hard drive crash and finding the hard way their back-up didn't work 2) having a couple of bad experiences buying mp3s on iTunes that didn't download properly and being unable to get a replacement or a refund via their crappy, crappy customer service and 3) being tired of the horrible sound of the mp3s on whatever I played them. This being said, I am a big fan of bands streaming their entire record a week prior to release on a website, be it NPR, The Guardian or Pitchfork. That certainly made me buy some music.

vintage turntable picture found here.

Initially I wasn't particularly dead-set on vinyl, I bought a turntable as the cherry on top, so to speak, to buy the occasional used record when I couldn't find a CD. Used CDs were and are dirt cheap and actually cheaper than buying an entire mp3 album on iTunes, so that was primarily an economic motivation. What I didn't expect, aside from the warmer, ampler sound of the vinyl, was how I would love to care for my vinyl records. To clean them with a carbon brush before playing them, storing them in proper conditions, marveling again at how great the sleeves are, being overjoyed when they came with a set of printed lyrics, etc. CDs, on another hand... their stupid plastic case break, they do skip (ha ah, and we were told they were eternal when we were forcibly transitioned to that horrid format in the 1990s), they're too small to have properly interesting sleeves and the lyrics are printed too small if there's a booklet (yes, I am  that old).
That's how I ended up being a vinyl devotee, though not a purist. I occasionally buy some CDs if whatever I look for doesn't exist on vinyl, hasn't been reissued, is too hard to find, or too expensive (to the asshole selling the Walker Brother's Nite Flights original vinyl for £150 on eBay and Discogs: fuck you). I sometimes even get an mp3 if it's a one-off song by an artist whose other output doesn't interest me. Also, yes, I buy everything. I buy used records and new releases alike (and reissues).

So, now that you know the particulars of my music-buying adventure, let me enumerate the issues I have encountered that I think are an obstacle for the music industry as a whole to expand better.

1) Building a stereo.

If you want something decent, better plan to have a budget of $1,200 to $2,000. Yes, it seems like a lot. However, many people have a giant flat screen TV + Blue Ray DVD player in their home that cost about the same, and let's not talk about adding an Apple computer, an iPad and an iPhone to the mix (plus the giant crappy speakers for a home cinema system, the video game console + games, all the cables, external hard drives...).
 If you can afford all that crap, you can afford a decent stereo AND to buy your records. No need to steal crappy-sounding mp3 off the internet.
Also, you can have really good quality gear at a fraction of the price if you are patient: you can buy demo material, usually between 20% and 40% off, and the audiophile community being tech-obsessed and constantly upgrading, you can often get yourself a 2-year old CD player or amp for much cheaper than the original retail price (I scored a Creek CD player at 75% off from a guy upgrading to the next model, for example). A site like Audiogon often have good opportunities.

Basically the issue of getting yourself a decent stereo system isn't a question of budget, it's a problem of knowing what to get.  If you are a newbie like I was, it's better to buy new gear rather than used material that needs fixing up. You will need an amp, some speakers, a turntable, a CD player if you will, maybe a DAC (stuff that converts your horrid mp3s to sound like rich analog) and cables.
Where it gets complicated is knowing what type of amp (tubes are considered the best but they cost an arm and a leg), integrated or not, if not you need amp + preamp, what type of speakers (passive or powered? For ease of use if you move internationally, I recommend passive - they are powered by the amp), does it have a phono stage (what the fuck is a phono stage, I still don't know).
Then you will have to figure out where to plug the cables to what (I had techie friends doing it for me or I'd blown a fuse myself).  Many amps nowadays are made for home cinema systems and mp3 players, so it's not always easy to find one that has plugs for a turntable and even CD players, not mentioning a tuner (that you will need only if you listen to tons of classical music on the radio) or a tape player (if you're a total nutcase). The 2 brands I found that have affordable amps like this are Cambridge Audio and NAD (in the $200 to $350 range, less if you buy a demo model).
Another issue I hadn't known I'd encountered is that your turntable might not come pre-assembled and it's super delicate to calibrate a tonearm, not mentioning the manual is written in smurf. So you need to figure all of this out before you take the plunge, and when I did there weren't any simple website explaining what to do or where to get it.  I think it's easier now that more and more people are getting back to vinyl records.

Picture of vintage speakers found here (credit is embedded also in the pic).

And here, ta-da! You bump into the geeky assholes with an attitude at the audiophile store or on the audiophile website that are going to talk at you, belittle you for having such a small budget, and not bothering to explain to you what you need/can afford. It took me about 2 months to figure out what I needed, and 3 more months to assemble my gear.
 I was very lucky in that regard because one of my friends (hi Mike!) very patiently explained what I should get for my budget (an integrated amp with a phono plug, super important if you want a turntable), and more importantly where to get it for less money.
Generally speaking most brick-and-mortar Hi-Fi store clerks are condescending pricks to middle-age women like me, whereas I had the best experience online with this site. Excellent customer service as well. Their catalog could use less babes to pose near the gear, which will bring me later to the other major issue I've faced in my record-buying adventures, sexism (bet you didn't see that one coming, did you?).

Anyway, if you decide to build your stereo, it's going to be a complicated experience, with most places and sites having very technical descriptions of whatever you want to buy but don't always mention if it has what you need (phono input or not?).
Personally I think it's a hindrance for expanding the vinyl business: stereo retailers being willfully obscure and offering poor to no customer service (thank you so much, Polk Audio and Music Hall for not answering my emails when I had questions). I've rarely encountered such a poor business model.

The result is people buying really poor quality gear like the terrible Crosley turntables that look so cute but are in effect really crappy, and they have such bad needles they're going to destroy your records way too fast. They're not cheap to buy, so I can see people giving up on them and the whole vinyl records adventure because of a bad experience.
If there was a possibility of buying pre-assembled, good quality gear that is simple to put together, maybe more people would invest in a decent stereo. As I said, flat screen TVs are more expensive. But, you just have to plug them in, and be lazy.

2) Buying Records.

Now, that is the fun part! If you live in a big city, there should be a few independent record stores left, and if you live in a huge city (hello Los Angeles), you might even have 20 new stores that have opened since you started on your adventure. So you can buy used records, and most importantly for everybody to stay afloat, new releases and reissues.
 In a large city, your main sources for buying LPs and EPs  are the aforementioned record stores, flea markets, garage sales and thrift stores, and online resources (eBay, Discogs, etc.) Just avoid evil Amazon if you can.
Basically the main problem is the same as how to allocate your pocket money to buy candy when you were a child. I find that part the most enjoyable, also because it forces me to make decisions based on quality (should I buy the latest Scott Walker or The Knife? If you chose the latter, I think you wasted your money.) Also I am a big fan of delayed gratification, and it makes possibilities seem endless. There will always be something in the future to find and to listen to and I'll never get bored (that works with books, too, and I guess DVDs as well).
If you're skint, you can always find some fun stuff for under $3 (and usually just $1) in used bins and flea markets. Like movie soundtracks (often a good introduction to contemporary classical music if you find records from the 1950s), spoken words records, world music, novelties, or even the mainstream things you wouldn't be bothered buying new.

Some of the stuff you can find when you go to Wombleton Records in LA (photo snatched from their site)


In general, aside from budget considerations, I think the main issues about buying records depends on where you live. Someone who lives in a small town and has no record store/flea market etc. nearby has all the good reasons in the world to download mp3s on their crappy system (except often in rural communities you don't even have broadband access). You can find pretty much everything you want online, but postage is expensive and in many instances because shippers are abroad (in the UK, or in the US for the best ones) if you are on the wrong continent you can't afford it, especially if customs duties are to be added. So, you're forgiven your crappy mp3 and I feel very sorry for you.

The other problem about the location where you live is that even if you have access to a record store (or several) most of them make their bread and butter with used records (profit margins being higher) and have a very anemic selection of new releases. It is problematic here in Brussels (I'm told record stores in Antwerp and Ghent are better) because the handful of stores that stock new releases are mostly specialized in dance and electronica, not my thing (I'm a rock girl). So, if you want to support musical acts and get their new releases or their reissues, often you have to order them, which is OK, but that is where small stores can't compete with Amazon.  And speaking of musical genres: it is very difficult to find good classical music on vinyl outside of the mainstream standards in the US. Here in mainland Europe, for the time being I'm having trouble finding blues records outside of compilations and samplers.

About used records: condition is often an issue especially if you live in Europe. In the US, absolutely every record store I've been to sells only clean records that play, and they put post-its on the plastic outer sleeve to signal if there's a problem. In Europe... you can't count on that. In the UK you actually only look at sleeves, then you go up to the counter and they show you the record and you have to decide if you want to buy it. Major waste of time, I understand it's to prevent shoplifting but that's not super customer-friendly. Anyway, you want to invest in record-cleaning fluid and accessories if you buy lots of used vinyl (and you will).

In general record stores are made for people taller than me and with longer arms: it can be very uncomfortable for me to reach up to the end of the bins to see what's in them. If one day I had my record store, I'd lower the tables by an inch or so and I'd make the bins a bit less deep. For normal giant other people, just remember that even when all the records are in plastic outer sleeves (like they do in the US, I love that, you get to take them home with you), you will end up with very dirty, sticky fingers after you're done crate digging, so wash your hand after, you dirty people.

3) Sexism.

Now I think this is THE major issue that affects vinyl (and maybe CDs) sales everywhere. I am in possession of a uterus (sorry about that), I'm middle-aged and I'm not a babe. Even when I was young I wasn't one, so that hasn't improved with age and it's all downhill from now on until my inevitable demise. It's not only "gentlemen" who own turntables and buy records.
Also, I go to gigs and I buy records, and I read music reviews and interviews. I have a bit of buying power, not immensely so but enough that my favorite record store owner (hi, Ian!) in LA knew my face. Therefore I use it by systematically boycotting the stores where I'm treated like crap because I'm a woman. And don't throw at me the "oh but record store clerks always have an attitude regardless of gender"  because, as I am often the ONLY woman in the store where I browse (and buy) for a long time, I can see the difference of treatment between me and the youngish hipster dudes hanging around (and who don't buy anything. That happens a lot).

It can go from talking down at me with stuff like "we don't sell mainstream music here" (as a matter of fact, you asshole Brooklynite from Iowa, you do, I saw some Foreigner and Yes in your bins), to totally ignore me if I ask a question, "what was it you were playing right before that song"? (I'd have bought that record, you idiot) or even not saying anything at all nor looking at me when I buy something (after chatting with some dudes in the store bout how business is slow). I can tell when I'm totally invisible because I'm a woman and not a "chick" (you're not exactly Daniel Craig yourself, you obese pimply bearded guy working that hip Silverlake store). I haven't spent more than 4 decades on this planet not to be confronted to ordinary sexism and not notice it.
So, er, you're not customer-friendly, your selection is weak and your prices not so good? My uterus says bye-bye. My uterus belongs to the same body as my brain, so I know how not to buy new releases off Amazon, but the penis that belongs to the same body as your brain, dear record store owners and clerks, it just made you lose a new customer.

That same customer goes back again and again to stores where she's treated like a normal human being, hence my eternal love for Wombleton Records (not cheap, but amazing selection and so friendly) and Amoeba in LA. I've always had great experiences at Amoeba no matter which part of the store I was in.
I'm not mentioning the names of the LA or NYC record stores where I've been treated like shit, but they're all in Silverlake or Silverlake-adjacent in LA and in or near Williamsburg in Brooklyn. They're kinda hip. They stock CDs, the horror, the horror.
I've yet to find my favorite store in Brussels but I'm leaning toward Veals & Geeks at the moment.

The problem with ingrained sexism in the business music at large, and it concerns also music writing (look at that headline in the picture on top of the post, only "gentlemen" buy records?), musical equipment  buying and music marketing in general, is that it puts off half of humanity as a customer base.

Not all women love Adele, Rhianna or Beyonce. Many women are put off by sexist lyrics, or blatantly misogynist ones (hip-hop being the classical case in point). If you read music criticism, and you will eventually if you want to buy new music, 90% of it is embedded with sexist clichés - a notable exception is The Quietus, and I also enjoy John Freeman's writing wherever he publishes because he's very careful to avoid sexism.
 But most reviews of musical acts where there are women always mention the sexiness (or not) of their members. There's always an adjective or two to discreetly underline their sex-appeal.
 When Susan Boyd irrupted on whatever that TV show was called, most reports focused on the discrepancy between her looks and her voice. Now has anybody looked at Tom Jones recently? or Engelbert Humperdinck?
 Articles about Adele like to point out that she's fat but nevertheless beautiful, never mind we've photoshopped her to death on our magazine cover to make her look thinner. I'd like to see some reviews about her focusing solely on her music, for example. She's incredibly young and talented, and even if her music is too bland and mainstream for me, I'd like to see how she will morph in the future (I'm always hoping for a female equivalent to Scott Walker's trajectory).

Another cliché is that to be interesting, if a female musician isn't classically pretty, she has to be crazy/wear weird outfits/make eccentric videos. Hence Lady Gaga (who cannot sing, has anybody noticed that?).  The opposite is also true: Lana Del Rey isn't a super interesting musician  but she's packaged at a sexy retro kitten with just that hint of vulgarity to visually appeal. Her music is very mainstream, full of clichés and it goes very well with a late-night drink at an expensive bar. Whether she's going to be able to be taken seriously as a musician in the future remains to be seen.

Another aspect of the music world at large that is off-putting to this woman is the serious geekery going on where you're berated for not knowing what members of which obscure band went to found other even more obscure bands, that this 1993 song is actually a cover of a 1967 one, that in 1974 this musician went on a Buddhist retreat and that influenced 1 verse of the B-side of the Japanese test pressing of his 1977 come-back flop, or that of course the gig that was cancelled by this other band in 2007 wasn't due to "visa problems" but because the replacement bass player had ODed prior to the plane taking off. That kind of stuff. Not knowing this really prevents me from FULLY enjoying the music, right? Right.
I mention it here because each time I've encountered it it was uttered by males, and often to belittle my taste ("nah, you CAN'T like this record, that's only his second best one, you HAVE to get that one, it only cost $500 on eBay because only 100 copies were pressed before the mastered were destroyed"). It tends to be super prevalent on fan sites or fan pages on Facebook (the kind where someone goes "and in this 1971 picture the singer made this hand gesture which is universally acknowledged to mean this in Japanese culture, I swear it has a profound implication for the lyrics of this cover version of..."). And, er, bloody tedious.

Whatever else you do, don't store any records like this. Image found here.

Of course, it's not only sexism that destroyed the music industry (and people who say that isn't the internet either, I'm waiting to see how e-books are going to destroy the book industry after mp3s destroyed the music business and Dvix damaged the entertainment industry and then we can talk about how it's only all the fault of the majors - I guess Amazon and iTunes will be the only remaining ones).  But if music businesses in general - labels, store personnel, music critics and the musicians themselves - were attentive and trying to eradicate it, maybe they'd see more female customers buying their wares.
I have a few female friends who would like to go back to vinyl records. But in the absence of a customer-friendly attitude toward women in the audio equipment business, in record stores, and in the music medias, it's going to be a much longer way toward the ongoing recovery of the business. Women have jobs, they have buying power, and they have their own taste. They can help you sustain your business model, if only you treated them right. I see middle-aged men treated much better than me at record stores, so it's not a question of ageism.

Meanwhile, may this not prevent you all from buying yourself some records today and every other day of the year. You just need to get yourself the best equipment you can afford and then the record store you gonna like. And it will be the beginning of a beautiful adventure.