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jeudi 21 mai 2020

(Musical) Theft is the engine of progress

Il est rare de voir un artiste s'exprimer avec autant de sincérité et de manière aussi développée que Nick Cave dans ses Red Hand Files. Parlons plagiat, sur la base de l'exemple du morceau "Palaces of Montezuma", dans lequel un groupe américain croit reconnaître un bout d'une de leur chanson.
Je me permets exceptionnellement de reproduire la réponse intégrale.


A lovely question, and one that brings us back to ‘Palaces of Montezuma.’ If I recall correctly, Warren wrote the chords and backing vocal line to this song. I just listened to Rising Signs‘ ‘Grey Man’ and it does sound pretty fucking similar. So, I phoned Warren, who is in lockdown in his studio in Paris, and asked him outright —

“Did you steal ‘Palaces of Montezuma’ from Rising Signs?”

“Fuck, no!” he says, “I stole it from The Laughing Clowns.”

The great beauty of contemporary music, and what gives it its edge and vitality, is its devil-may-care attitude toward appropriation — everybody is grabbing stuff from everybody else, all the time. It’s a feeding frenzy of borrowed ideas that goes toward the advancement of rock music — the great artistic experiment of our era.

Plagiarism is an ugly word for what, in rock and roll, is a natural and necessary — even admirable — tendency, and that is to steal. Theft is the engine of progress, and should be encouraged, even celebrated, provided the stolen idea has been advanced in some way. To advance an idea is to steal something from someone and make it so cool and covetable that someone then steals it from you. In this way, modern music progresses, collecting ideas, and mutating and transforming as it goes.

But a word of caution, if you steal an idea and demean or diminish it, you are committing a dire crime for which you will pay a terrible price — whatever talents you may have will, in time, abandon you. If you steal, you must honour the action, further the idea, or be damned.

So, ‘Deanna’ is based on ‘Oh Happy Day’, and the solo in the middle of ‘Red Right Hand’ may well have been stolen from ‘Bedazzled’, and ‘Tupelo’ leans heavily on John Lee Hooker’s song by the same name, and the theme from ‘The Road’ sounds like the arpeggio work of Arvo Pärt, and the guitar riff in ‘Nobody’s Baby Now’ probably came straight out of a Van Morrison tune and, well, ‘Palaces of Montezuma’, it turns out, is based on a song by The Laughing Clowns, and so it goes — ideas, beautiful ideas, in full flow. Even though the influences may seem obvious, each of these songs, I think, has its own ingenuity, its own value and its own meaning. We musicians all stand on the shoulders of each other, our pirate pockets rattling with booty, our heads exploding with repurposed ideas.

“What else have you stolen?” I ask Warren.

“Everything,” he says, “Absolutely, everything.”

Love, Nick

jeudi 19 mars 2020

Souls of songs

Nick Cave a toujours eu des rapports directs, francs et bienveillants avec ses fans... ceci se reflètent notamment dans la newsletter "the Red Hand Files", dans laquelle l'auteur répond librement aux questions qui lui sont adressées.
Cette fois, la question portait sur des paroles anciennes, qui pourraient, à la lumière de nos susceptibilités actuelles, être problématiques... et donc révisables?
Réponse claire de Nick Cave :


Dear Gavin,

These days, some of my songs are feeling a little nervous. They are like children that have been playing cheerfully in the schoolyard, only to be told that all along they have had some hideous physical deformity. Their little hearts sink and they piss their pants. They leave the playground burning with shame, as a scornful, self-righteous future turns around with its stone and takes aim.

But what songwriter could have predicted thirty years ago that the future would lose its sense of humour, its sense of playfulness, its sense of context, nuance and irony, and fall into the hands of a perpetually pissed off coterie of pearl-clutchers? How were we to know? 

Perhaps we writers should have been more careful with our words – I can own this, and I may even agree – however, we should never blame the songs themselves. Songs are divinely constituted organisms. They have their own integrity. As flawed as they may be, the souls of the songs must be protected at all costs. They must be allowed to exist in all their aberrant horror, unmolested by these strident advocates of the innocuous, even if just as some indication that the world has moved toward a better, fairer and more sensitive place. If punishment must be administered, punish the creators, not the songs. We can handle it. I would rather be remembered for writing something that was discomforting or offensive, than to be forgotten for writing something bloodless and bland.

Love, Nick

dimanche 8 décembre 2013

Whenever, If Ever / 2013 Best Album Covers (Part.1)

Déjà dimanche 8 décembre ! La saison des concerts est quasi finie (me concernant), elle se sera achevée par deux des concerts les plus excitants de 2013 : 
- Holden à La Machine qui jouait son album the Inheritors (James Holden + un batteur + Etienne Jaumet au saxophone). Six minutes de frissons sur "the Caterpillar's Intervention", morceau que je souhaite à chacun d'expérimenter un jour en concert.
- Deltron 3030 : Les scratchs de Kid Koala, le flow de Del tha funkee, Dan the Automator bien sûr (même s'il n'est pas très occupé sur scène), et 18 autres musiciens (guitare, basse, batterie, choeurs, cuivres, cordes). Final sur "Clint Eastwood" (Gorillaz) !

Peut-être publierai-je ici une ou deux photos, mais ça n'est pas le sujet du jour.
Puisque sur Arise Therefore, démarre une semaine de bilan, avec dans les prochains jours, une sélection des plus belles pochettes d'albums de l'année, qui sera suivie vendredi ou samedi d'un palmarès Musique.
(ceux qui ont écouté Top Tape hier sur Radio Campus Paris ont déjà une bonne idée de mon futur top 10)

Premier volet des plus belles pochettes 2013 : une sélection tout en photographies.


Kölsch, 1977 (Kompakt, 2013)
The world is a beautiful place and I am no longer afraid to die,
Whenever, If Ever (Top Shelf, 2013)
Pascal Pinon, Twosomeness (Morr, 2013)
Eleanor Friedberger, Personal Record (Merge, 2013)
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Live From KCRW (Bad Seed Ltd, 2013)
Vampire Weekend, Modern Vampires of the Weekend (XL, 2013)

La suite, demain !

lundi 31 mai 2010

a certain feeling

Beaucoup de textes, au cours de ces derniers articles, on me dit que les lecteurs ont aussi besoin de voir des images.

Dans ce cas, parlons musique, avec la dernière sortie de Peter Broderick, ca s'appelle "Three Film Score Intakes" (et c'était limité à 200 exemplaires).

J'aime assez les visuels qui accompagnent ce disque, je les publie ici, après que Clem, du label anglais Schedios, me les a sympathiquement fait passer.


Peter Broderick compose et joue une musique douce, ambiante, jolie et c'est bien.

Peter Broderick, Three Film Score Intakes (Schedios, 2010)

Un sujet et des tonalités qui rappellent la pochette du deuxième album de Bodies of Water



[Edit: ou d'autres]

Bodies of Water, a certain feeling (Secretly Canadian, 2008
Grinderman, Vol.2 (Mute, 2010)
the Joy Formidable, Wolf's Law (Atlantic, 2012)

dimanche 13 décembre 2009

You'll see him in your nightmares / You'll see him in your dreams

Des paroles pour une fois assez narratives, celles du morceau Red Right Hand de Nick Cave, que je diffusais tantôt dans Top Tape.
On y retrouve un assassin manipulateur (de la pire engeance, donc) qui rappelle le pasteur de La Nuit du Chasseur (joué par Robert Mitchum) (1955)


Take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom, as it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires,
Hey man you know you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.

He'll wrap you in his arms tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy.
He'll reach deep into your soul, steal your shrinking soul
but there wont be a single thing that you can do
He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name though this disapearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

You dont own no money? He'll get you some
You don't have no car? he'll get you one
You dont have no self respect you feel like an insect,
Well dont you worry buddy 'cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slums
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand

You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of no where but he aint what he seems
You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
designed and directed by his red right hand.


["A shadow is cast wherever he stands"]
[L'ombre du prédateur, dans la nuit du chasseur et M le Maudit ]



Une deuxième version de ce morceau devait être enregistrée un peu plus tard, pour Murder Ballads (1996), sous le titre "Song of Joy" (c'est le morceau d'ouverture de 9minutes avec les La la la la la la la la la la, pour ceux qui l'ont en tête).

Nick Cave y chante :

They never caught the man
He's still on the loose
It seems he has done many many more
Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
The police are investigating at tremendous cost
In my house he wrote "his red right hand"
That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost

Et effectivement, la locution "Red Right Hand"vient du long poème épique en 10 chapitres qu'est Paradise Lost (1667) :

What if the breath that kindl'd those grim fires
Awak'd should blow them into sevenfold rage
And plunge us in the flames? or from above
Should intermitted vengeance arm again
His red right hand to plague us?

Pour être tout à fait complet, je me dois de citer la note de pied de page, relative à cette référence :

Red Right Hand: The phrase appears to be a translation of "rubente dextera" from Horace, Odes1.2.2-3.

Texte et traduction complètes de cette ode à Auguste César, aka Octave, ici

Nick Cave, Red Right Hand
Let Love In (Mute, 1994)
www.myspace.com/nickcaveandthebadseeds

Nick Cave, Murder Ballads (Mute, 1996)
Charles Laughton, La Nuit du Chasseur (1955)
Fritz Lang, M Le Maudit (1931)
John Milton, Le Paradis Perdu (1667)
Horace, Odes (-0023)

(Les liens relatifs à ces oeuvres sont disséminés dans l'article)