G-Word

An archive of previously published and unpublished writing.

Monday, March 14, 2005

Beans


Raping Silence

For a man who makes a living manipulating the English language as if it were silly putty, Beans is virtually monosyllabic when it comes to that journalistic cop out, the email interview. Answers like "Very" and "Not really" aren't much use for fleshing out a worthwhile story. Mutescreamer? Not really, no.

But when you can use words as well as Beans, aka Ballbeam, you can get away with a lot. After all, when you pack more vocal contortions into one track than most rappers can deal to on an album, you're doing something right.

Beans' career to date has been that of a dexterous underground genius, a wordsmith comet, sizzling the underbelly of that moribund hip-hop art form. An art form that on a visible level has defiled its own heritage, moving from the pioneering spirit of its futurist roots to its current state as a marketing device for pseudo bourgeois lifestyles. Or, as Shadow's 'Why Hip Hop Sucks in '96' so succinctly put it, "It's the money... money... money."

AntiPop Consortium, Beans' trio with M Sayyid and Priest, busted out of this paradigm until their unfortunate demise in 2002. Their two albums, Tragic Epilogue and Arrhythmia, created a new way, with twisted minimal tracks backing some of the most convoluted three-way lyrical excursions imaginable.

With backgrounds in performance poetry, and a firm grounding in hip hop lore, APC's experimental leanings gained them a small but committed audience. Beans, the most colourful member of the group, was the first to reemerge following their acrimonious demise.

Early 2003's Tomorrow Right Now was an indication of the direction he was heading in. An eclectic, gleefully challenging album, it was partly produced by APC sound guru Earl Blaize, and partly by Beans. From poetry inspired acapella word flows to electronic freak out instrumentals, Tomorrow was a galaxy and a half away from chart bound hip-hop, yet the distant relationship was implicit.

In many ways hip-hop pioneers had links to experimental music. From the fascination with Kraftwerk, Mantronix’ synthetic creations, Afrika Bambaataa's Afro-Futurism, to such staples as scratching and sampling techniques, from the start it was forward looking.

Of the experimental badge that has been thrust upon him, Beans is skeptical, saying it is a box that the media have created for him to make it easier for them selves. "It's beats and rhymes at the end of the day," he reckons.

Beans' new offering is another big step forward, and a far more cohesive package than Tomorrow Right Now. Shock City Maverick is the perfect title, as the album seems to announce a new frontier of hip hop, a brave new world of unconquered fluorescent horizons.

"I rock shit with no sample clearances and no guest appearances/But a reputation for consistent deviation." ('I'll Melt You').
"People are lazy and don't want different but variations of the same shit," says the man. "The level of mediocre shit people swallow nowadays is unbelievable."

One difference between his two solo albums is that Beans produced Shock City Maverick in its entirety. It's been something of a challenge to get his production skills up to that level, but he's enjoying the process. In some small way learning to operate from the other side of the desk to the microphone changed the way he puts his words together. "In my old age, I think I want the lyrics more simple and more happening in the music."

Or, as he's said previously, "If I use a lot of elements, considering the way that I rhyme, you get lost."

"That all has to do with the beat," he says. "It dictates everything."

No doubt. But coming from a performance poetry background, is there any difference in the dynamics or delivery of the two? "Just the cadence," Beans reckons. "I make no distinctions."

Having collaborated heavily over the years, Beans chose for the most part to hermetically seal himself in his studio for this album and spin his head out. "Collaborating on other people's shit is fine but for my own shit, I prefer to remain alone."

That said though, his next project is a collaboration with bassist William Parker and drummer Hamid Drake for the Thirsty Ear label called Only. After that it's another solo album, for which he's already picked a title, Thorns. Getting a little ahead of himself?

As it turns out he's one of those people who have everything mapped out in advance. Doesn't that make it less of an adventure? "Not at all," Beans considers. "Because I haven't made them yet and plans change..."

While he may not be greatly forthcoming via email, Beans lyrics say it all really. He's a true original, a freak patrolling the hazy perimeters of a genre that seems to thrive on sameness. As he says in a rare display of cyber-chattiness, "The music is what it is when money is involved. It's not all bad. I hear what I like and discard the bullshit."

Gavin Bertram.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Metal Gods



Judas Priest

In 1983 Rob Reiner's This Is Spinal Tap faux 'rockumentary' brilliantly parodied the arcane trappings of heavy metal. Critics and audiences loved it. Heavy metal bands hated it, Scorpions guitarist Michael Schenker even walking out on a screening. But then Germans aren't renowned for their senses of humour. Neither are heavy metallers. German heavy metallers? Forget it.

Why was Spinal Tap so bitterly received by the metal fraternity? Well, let's see... because it was essentially fact. What made it so funny was that it didn't need to stretch the truth, for the truth was bordering on the farcical already. If ever a genre had deserved to be skewered it was heavy metal, and Spinal Tap was merciless in its treatment.

You didn't need to look too far to see where Reiner got his inspiration. There were a plethora of OTT, egocentric, taste bereft metal bands around. Yet one stands above the rest, a band whose career resembles the twisted machinations of Spinal Tap. Judas Priest is that band.

The Birmingham five piece celebrated their 30th anniversary in 2004 with a reunion tour with original vocalist Rob Halford. Those 30 years have been quite something, including the following highlights:

* In 1986 two American youths attempted to commit suicide after listening to Judas Priest's Stained Class album. One succeeded, while the other was left severely disfigured. This resulted in one of the most bizarre court cases in history, with Priest being accused of encouraging the act by putting backwards messages on their records.

* Ex-drummer of ten years Dave Holland was imprisoned for attempting to rape an intellectually handicapped youth he was teaching the drums.

* In the late 1980s, the band recorded three songs with trenchant pop production team Stock Aitken Waterman, who had been responsible for early Bananarama, Kylie Minogue, and Rick Astley. This recording experiment was subsequently shelved.

* A documentary filmed in the car park outside a Priest show in America, Heavy Metal Parking Lot, has become a huge cult classic. It portrays the rabid behaviour of the bands fans as they prepare for the show, and it's been referenced in numerous rock videos.

* On the 1984 Defenders tour, half a million dollars damage was done at New York's Madison Square Garden by the band's crazed fans tearing the seating to shreds.

* 1986's Turbo was the first metal album recorded in digital - perhaps inspiring the notorious 'dolby/doubly' scene in This Is Spinal Tap.

* Vocalist Rob Halford came out in the 1990s, validating a longterm fetish for leather and studs.

* Priest are one of the finest practitioners of that metal signature, dual guitarists. Glenn Tipton and KK Downing's razor sharp combination playing was mimicked by any number of 80s acts.

With this kind of vintage, it needs to be asked - where are they now? Because for at least a decade Judas Priest have been off the radar, languishing in the ghetto that suddenly entrapped many traditional metal acts in the 1990s, as the form waned in popularity.

Without the charismatic Halford at the helm (he was pursuing a Tap-ish solo career - fairly successfully too) the band were drifting rudderless in a world that was no longer seduced by their charms. With vocalist Tim 'Ripper' Owens (now with Iced Earth) Priest were in a holding pattern, seemingly waiting for Halford's return.

While they recorded two albums with Owens, Jugulator (1997) and Demolition (2001), it was patently clear the arrangement was a short term one - for both parties.

"Tim had been seeing it coming for a long time,” explains founding Priest bassist Ian Hill, his Brummy burr sounding exactly like Timothy Spall from Auf Wiedersehen, Pet. He's on the phone from England to promote the spanking new album, Angel Of Retribution.

“Of all the interviews I did when he was with the band, there wasn't one journalist who didn't ask me when Rob was coming back. And with hindsight, it's beneficial for Tim to go and make it in his own right, rather than with Judas Priest. As long as he was with this band, he was perceived by most people to be filling in for Rob. It was very unfair on Tim, he's a tremendous vocalist, he's a great showman, he deserves to get on and I'm sure he will do."

But the Judas Priest story began in gloomy northern England in the early 1970s. Birmingham, the country's second largest city, was a grimy, bleak, depressing industrial sprawl. Many of its housing estates were virtually slums, and opportunities were few. Tipton once worked in the foundries of British Steel, whose moniker would be borrowed for one of Priest's greatest albums in 1980.

"It's a hard start in life," Downing has said. "You don't really know what's going on with yourself. When everything was against you, you're swimming against the fucking tide in every which way but lose - parents, schooling, breaking the law. It was rough."

The nascent Priest dropped the bluesy Rocka Rolla in 1974, before progressing to the more-metal-than-metal imagery of later 1970s efforts such as Sin After Sin (1977) and Killing Machine (1979). This encapsulated the exaggerated leather and studs image, Halford's penchant for riding on stage on a Harley, and the lyrical themes ('Beyond The Realms Of Death', 'Take On The World'). All this shaped not only Priest's future direction, but greatly influenced the New Wave Of British Heavy Metal, which in turn spawned a legion of metal warriors.

But it was 1980's albums British Steel, Screaming For Vengeance (1982), Defenders Of The Faith (1984), and Turbo (1986) that threw the band under a broader spotlight. While the music and imagery had a distinctly futuristic aspect, Priest remained stubbornly of the heavy metal ilk, capturing the imaginations of audiences worldwide.

The demise of Judas Priest-style traditional metal was a result of various music trends. Firstly, thrash metal, while being influenced by the band, largely washed away the excesses of the past in favour of a stripped back approach. Then, early 1990s rock further distanced itself from the connotations of 'heavy metal', which was viewed as something of a joke for its macho imagery, extravagant stage sets, and belief in musical virtuosity. Amidst this, Halford chose to pursue solo work after 1990's Painkiller album.

"It was strange," muses Hill. "At the end of that last tour we did we'd been working constantly, it was album-tour-album-tour, with very little break. We were getting ready for a couple of years off. I think Rob wanted to carry on, and he asked if anybody minded him doing his own album. But the solo album turned into a solo project. And we drifted apart, and things got nasty there for a while, but it's all behind us now."

The Priest line-up that recorded the eclectically brilliant Angel of Retribution is considered to be the definitive one, despite the fact drummer Scott Travis only joined the band in 1989. Hill reckons there is an irreplaceable chemistry with this version.

"We just slotted straight back in," he says of the reunion with Halford. "Apart from drummers, it's been the same line-up since about 1972-73, and Scott's been with us 15 or 16 years. I think when a band has been together for that long then the component parts add up to more than the whole. And when one component goes missing like when Rob went it detracts greatly from the whole. Now he's back, everything's back together, the chemistry is the same."

Another reunion of sorts is Priest's resigning with Sony Records, having released the two albums without Halford on smaller metal labels, such as SPV in Europe and JVC in Japan.

"We wanted to get back with Sony, they have the large majority of our back catalogue, apart from the two Ripper albums, and the very first two albums. We just wanted to put the old team back together, and they were more than happy to take us on, in fact were eager to take us on which is great news. And of course they're a worldwide company as well, they can release it worldwide which keeps everything concise, keeps it all together."

The subtext is that Priest are keen to again reach the heights it did in the mid-1980s. As Hill says, the releases with Owens reached a smaller market, which in turn led to smaller audiences at gigs, and smaller production budgets. For a band that once had stupendous pyrotechnic and lighting productions, this was something of a fall from grace.

"It did miss that big sense of theatre, which ourselves and other bands have been known for in the past. Over the last 10 or 15 years metal became very fragmented, bands started to play metal of a certain type, you were a speed band, or a death band, or you were gothic or grunge. Heavy metal is about everything, it's not just about the harder side. There's a lighter, softer side to metal as well. And it lost that in the 90s. And as a result your fanbase diminishes, you're not as attractive to as many people. But now I think there's a resurgence in traditional metal, the versatility and variety is coming back into metal these days. Which is good news."

Gavin Bertram.

Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005



Straight Into Frantic Oblivion

"These novels will give way, by and by, to diaries or autobiographies - captivating books, if only a man knew how to choose among what he calls his experiences and how to record truth truly." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

"So we shall let the reader answer the question for himself. Who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived, or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?" (Hunter S. Thompson, age 16)

In September 1973 Hunter S. Thompson wrote to David Butler, his editor at Playboy magazine. Butler had commissioned a piece on big game fishing in the Mexican Gulf, an assignment the writer had pursued with his usual energy. The resulting article, The Great Shark Hunt, was initially rejected on the grounds it barely included mention of fishing. But it did mention the enthusiastic consumption of large quantities of drugs and alcohol.

Thompson's letter made it clear the editor knew what he was getting himself in for, saying "A journalist into Gonzo is like a junkie or an egg sucking dog; there is no known cure."

The writer had the courage of his convictions. He had developed his own style of writing and now they were all stuck with it. Thompson was happy with this situation. After all, no one asked his heroes - F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bob Dylan, Muhammad Ali - to change their methods. He'd found his voice and no one would change it.

Born in Louisville, Kentucky in 1937, Thompson's youth was a cocktail of hell raising and literature. He was in prison on the day of his high school graduation, subsequently joining the Air Force to escape the consequences of his wayward behavior.

Following a spell writing sports news for the base newspaper, Thompson contrived a discharge from the forces, and pursued a journalism career in New York. A string of hilariously unsuccessful jobs later, and he retreated to upstate New York to write his first novel, the unpublished Prince Jellyfish.

One thing is clear about the young writer - he was committed to the craft and did everything he could to learn how a writer's mind works. This included typing tracts of Hemingway and Fitzgerald novels, to nail down the rhythm and structure of great literature.

For it was literature that was his first love - his journalism was imbued with the spirit of it. He said of his Gonzo work that "It is a style of 'reporting' based on William Faulkner's idea that the best fiction is far more true than any kind of journalism."

The seeds of this are found in Thompson's second novel, The Rum Diaries, written in 1962, yet only published in 1998. Based on the writer's own experiences, it tells the story of a reporter working for an English language newspaper in a rum soaked and dissolute Puerto Rico. Drawing on the Beat writers, The Rum Diaries exhibits the beginnings of Thompson's hyperactive descriptive style.

Traveling through South America, he filed a series of articles for the National Observer on subjects such as smuggling and democracy in Peru. These were well received by the journalism establishment of the East Coast, which saw Thompson in demand upon his return home in 1963.

In the United States, Thompson sensed a nascent movement. An ideology was forming which would peak during the Summer of Love in 1967. Like Bob Dylan, Thompson became a participant/observer of this scene, extolling its virtues while criticizing its excesses.

Settling in San Francisco with his new wife Sandy, Thompson became immersed in the burgeoning counter-culture. The Berkeley Free Speech Movement, Ken Kesey, the Hell's Angels, the Haight Ashbury. He was one of the few writers who covered the scene from the inside, translating it for America at large. While this put paid to his freelance arrangement with the National Observer, it created new opportunities.

Carey McWilliams, editor The Nation, commissioned Thompson to do a story on the vicious motorcycle gang the Hell's Angels. With an inside contact, he gained the trust of this closed fraternity, leading to him riding with them for a year - and ultimately being badly beaten by them. This intensive first hand research became the basis for his first book, 1966's Hell's Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gang.

A humming, energetic snapshot of the gang, Hell's Angels was a classic of the New Journalism that Tom Wolfe was espousing. This placed the journalist at the heart of his subject, with no consideration for outmoded ideals such as objectivity. A combination of journalism, fiction and opinion, it was enamored with raw experience over any pretence of straight reporting.

This idea perfectly fitted Hunter S. Thompson's outlook, as he'd long since rejected establishment values. "By the time I started Hell's Angels I was riding with them and it was clear that it was no longer possible for me to go back and live within the law. But an outlaw can be defined as somebody who lives outside the law, beyond the law, not necessarily against it."

The fundamental values of the hippie movement, the words of Bob Dylan, writers such as Wolfe, Kesey and Allen Ginsberg, and psychedelic drugs all had an impact on Thompson. Through this filter he glimpsed a possible America that contrasted greatly with the slowly unraveling one he inhabited. A sense of righteousness and fury would imbue his writing from then until his death. As he said, "Yesterday's fun had been officially transmogrified into tomorrow's insane nightmare."

Thompson began contributing political writing to Rolling Stone magazine as their National Affairs correspondent. Haunted by the beatings he'd seen first hand at the notorious Republican convention in Chicago in 1968, the events at York State, Vietnam, and the rise of Richard Nixon, the correspondence carried baiting, anti-right wing sentiments.

While working prodigiously hard as a freelance journalist, Thompson began researching another book in the wake of Hell's Angels success. With a theme based around the 'Death of the American Dream', he attempted to weave together all the factors contributing to the national malaise. It was a vast idea that he could not ultimately pin down sufficiently to hang a book on.

Well, not as he'd originally conceived. In June 1970, Thompson suggested covering the Kentucky Derby to Scanlan's Monthly. Teamed with genius English illustrator Ralph Steadman, the writer watched the crowd through whisky soaked eyes, scrawling down his observations. When it came time to edit these ramblings into something coherent, Thompson began tearing pages straight from his notebook and inserting them unedited into the story, The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and Depraved.

"I was sure it was the last article I was ever going to do for anybody," he told Playboy. "Then when it came out, there were massive numbers of letters, phone calls, congratulations, people calling it a 'great breakthrough in journalism.'"
Thompson pursued this Gonzo style of writing, which came to fruition in 1971 with the work for which he is best known, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Working on a Rolling Stone story concerning the possible police murder of Chicano journalist Ruben Salazar in Los Angeles, Thompson was dealing with radical lawyer Oscar Acosta. Unable to get Acosta in private, he suggested a trip to Las Vegas, where he had an assignment from Sports Illustrated to write 250 words on the Mint 500 desert race.
Using the same technique as the Kentucky Derby piece, Thompson wrote the Las Vegas book as levity from the heavy work on the Salazar piece. Rolling Stone editor Jann Wenner loved the excerpts he saw, and published two large sections. Drug soaked, outrageous and innovative, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was an instant classic.

"As true Gonzo journalism, this doesn't work at all - and even if it did, I couldn't possibly admit it. Only a goddamn lunatic would write a thing like this and then claim it was true."

Then the Hunter S. Thompson legend began to take over. While he was a serious writer, and indeed a serious political force, a public persona had emerged. This saw Thompson as a caricature of himself, a drug fucked literary loony, a sideshow attraction sending missives from the frontline of American affairs. This was untrue, as Thompson's next book was his most incisive, yet the legend would stay with him for the rest of his life.

In 1970 Thompson had run for office as Sheriff of Aspen, near where he had settled in rural Woody Creek. His 'Freak Power' campaign was conceived to shake up the blue blooded straights that ran the town. Very nearly successful, it distilled in him a belief that a sea change in American politics was possible.

And so, in 1972 he relocated to Washington DC to cover the election campaign for Rolling Stone. It would be one of his toughest assignments, resulting in the book Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72. Early on Thompson sensed that Democrat Senator George McGovern had a sniff at edging out Republican incumbent Nixon for the presidency. This proved not to be the case, but Thompson's political heft was now recognised. Later in the 1970's, he would be influential in Jimmy Carter's successful bid for election.

While his later books contained some of the genius found in the Fear and Loathing editions, nothing ever really came close to reaching those heights. Over subsequent years Thompson was criticized for crushing his talent through chemical bingeing, for becoming a victim of his public persona. Some of this was true, but the reality was that Thompson's output through the late 1960s and early 1970s was prolific and virtually faultless. He was something of a rock star writer, and like Dylan, his best work was irrevocably connected to the times.

His voice during that period was an important part of the milieu, and never again would it be so charged. His later work would be compared to it, even though the times had changed and he could never capture the public's imagination as he once had. As his earlier audience drifted into middle age and away from their youthful idealism, he was condemned to being something of a relic. But he never lost faith in the ideology that had been espoused by the greatest minds of his generation, and he kept preaching that line until he died.

A first hand witness to many of the epochal events of that era - the Summer of Love, Chicago '68, Watergate, the fall of Saigon, the Rumble in the Jungle - his unerring perspective offered an antidote to the party line. As Nelson Algren said, "Now that the dust of the '60s has settled, his hallucinated vision strikes one as having been the sanest."

Conjecture over why he chose to take his own life may be a waste of time, but despair in these times would almost certainly have been a factor. He was in pain, and his enjoyment of life would soon be gone. Worse, he had to endure another four years under George W. Bush, of whom he said before the election, "He talked like a donkey with no brains at all." No matter how like a drug politics was to him, this was too much. This was worse than Nixon.

So now he roams 'The Edge' - the mythical place he wrote of in Hell's Angels. The Edge, where you are truly alive, risking it all for another hit of undiluted adrenalin, where you are master of your destiny and no one can touch you.

"The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others - the living - are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later."

"Well, at least I'll know I was there, neck deep in the madness, before the deal went down, and I got so high and wild that I felt like a two-ton Manta Ray jumping all the way across the Bay of Bengal."

Gavin Bertram.