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Saturday, November 24, 2012

Transmolecular sounds hit VIVO Media Arts

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By Gregory Adams,
Vancouver’s experimental Transmolecular collective runs the gamut from dub to electronic to folk, but the local musicians will band together this week for a group exhibition titled Offerations Vol. 1. The event takes place this Sunday (November 25) at VIVO Media Arts, and will feature audio and visual works created specifically for the program by Wzrdry A/V, Astrx, Galaxaburn, Sipreano, and Seekers International.
According to Seekers (aka Spencer Ocampo), the troupe has been prepping the show for years, and attempted something similar at the same venue back in the late ’90s, when it was dubbed the Video In. This time around, each artist is putting together their own 30-minute segment; Ocampo’s contribution meshes new work in the vein of his most recent dubby outing The Call From Below with visuals supplied by fellow Transmolecular member Mystery Forms.
“You’ll hear dub here, or funk here or there,” he said of the night’s anticipated soundscapes. “But it’s about trying to squeeze something else out of it than the usual, formulaic things. That’s been our m.o. for a while.”

Thursday, June 2, 2011

festival express
















Festival Express Rock 'n' Rolls One More Time
The Georgia Straight
July 29, 2004
By Kevin Howes

Decked out in a flaming-red mini, a groovy belt, and heels, Sylvia Tyson purred out a funky down-home version of "See See Rider", backed by Ian Tyson, Great Speckled Bird, and members of the Grateful Dead and the Flying Burrito Brothers. Speaking with the Georgia Straight from Toronto, Canadian music icon Tyson laughed when reminded of her hot getup at the final stop on the Festival Express concert tour in the summer of 1970. "I still have the belt and the shoes, but I'll never wear that dress size again."
If you take the sonic assault of Monterey Pop, the hedonistic spirit of Woodstock, and the grit of Altamont, and add a westbound train carrying a gaggle of the era's most notorious musicians across the Canadian countryside, you're on your way to understanding director Bob Smeaton's Festival Express tour documentary. The film brings together long-lost 16mm footage shot for an abandoned feature, masterfully restored audio courtesy of Jimi Hendrix engineer Eddie Kramer, and contemporary interviews that tell a forgotten tale of rock 'n' roll history.
Festival Express was a unique three-city tour that hit Toronto, Winnipeg, and Calgary. Promoters Ken Walker and Thor Eaton rented a private CN Rail passenger train complete with musical equipment, a 24-hour dining car, and sleeping quarters. Along for the trip was a talented roster of performers, including the Band, Janis Joplin, the Grateful Dead, Ian & Sylvia, and blues great Buddy Guy.
The concerts were besieged with financial problems from the start. "It was clear that Walker and Eaton were going to take a bath on it," Tyson recalled. Protesters calling themselves the May Fourth Movement picketed the Toronto date, balking at the $14 two-day ticket price and proclaiming that the music should be free. A clash with police resulted in an impromptu show outside the gates to defuse the situation.
Aware they would be losing money, the promoters still pushed ahead. With no expenses spared and "egos checked at the station", according to Tyson, the musicians were offered the opportunity to enjoy the sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll lifestyle of the times while the seemingly unobtrusive cameras rolled on.
"There was constant jamming on the train's lounge cars," said Tyson, who is seen singing harmony with the Dead's Jerry Garcia. "One was for blues, one rock, and the other folk and country, but there was a constant exchange going back and forth."
Candid footage captures the performers with their guards down, clearly enjoying their newfound friends, wailing away, and indulging as only rock stars can. Surprisingly, alcohol was the drug of choice. "A very Canadian experience," Tyson added.
Asked about reliving Festival Express when it premiered at last year's Toronto International Film Festival, Tyson said she was blown away. "People behave as if they were there. They're laughing, crying, singing along, and they're cheering. Janis was just becoming the great singer she would have been, and it was great to see the Band that young, that good, and that joyful in the music."
The film opens in Vancouver on Friday (July 30). Just don't expect that protesting the ticket price will get you a free show.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

pink mountaintops
























Packing Richard's on Richards at 7:30 p.m. is no easy feat for any new band, local or otherwise. To get the crowd moving and grooving at this time is fucking unheard of, but this is exactly what happened when the Pink Mountaintops opened for Victoria's Frog Eyes and singer-songwriter Dan Bejar's Destroyer in June. Rugged and raw, they kicked out songs from their debut self-titled CD/LP. You could tell the band was having fun. The audience fell in love.
"It was perfect," recalls Stephen McBean, the Pink Mountaintops' bearded maestro, singer, songwriter, and guitarist. "We played the night before in Victoria and maybe practised five times. It was one of the things that reminded me of why I love playing music and why I keep doing it as opposed to quitting, because I've been saying I'm going to quit since I was 20. I'm 35 now. I can't stop."
In the press thus far, the word on the Pink Mountaintops' debut has been sex. Down and dirty, with a little "wham bam, thank you, ma'am" thrown in for good measure. And while song titles such as "I [Fuck] Mountains" and "Bad Boogie Ballin' " have graphic connotations, McBean sees it a little differently.
"It's not a sex-rock album," says the amiable musician over a beer at Pat's Pub. "The thing that's important to me about it is the inspiration that someone gave to me to make it. I was on tour, away from my wife, my partner, my lover, and was just missing her so much. I wanted to walk on a beach somewhere and hold her hand, stare into her eyes. It's about being human, and love, and tenderness, and intimacy. It's not about cheap sex or one-night stands. It's for Nahanni. She's the Pink Mountaintops."
After that spark, the rest came naturally. Taking a breather from helming the mind-bending Black Mountain, initial ideas were captured on his home-studio setup. "I came back [from touring] and I was so glad to be with Nahanni again," explains McBean. "I went upstairs into my little room in our house, and I'd write the songs and record them. I didn't worry about anything; it just came out."
Helping out on The Pink Mountaintops were some regular collaborators: Black Mountain drummer Joshua Wells and singer Amber Webber along with wayward Jerk With a Bomb soldier Christoph Hofmeister. "We did the vocals, drank wine, and smoked tons of weed," he adds. "I made sure everyone got to do a guitar solo on 'Sweet '69'. It was like, 'You fucking get in there. You're doing one. Doesn't matter if you can't play guitar, everyone's getting a solo on this one.' "
Once completed, the eight-song album was picked up by American indie-label Jagjaguwar as well as Scratch Records in Canada for a domestic release. A subsequent cross-Canada tour with the aforementioned Destroyer and Frog Eyes saw McBean performing the tunes without the aid of a backing band. "It was just me playing with a sequencer," he recalls. "I do enjoy working with human beings, though. When technology tends to fail it just stops. You're looking around on-stage and you're up there by yourself with something that has flashing lights and all of a sudden the flashing light stops. You feel like a bit of an idiot. If you're up there with friends it keeps going."
On his return, McBean continued to rehearse with an ever-expanding team of merry pranksters to bring songs like the autobiographical "Tourist in Your Town" to life. "It's about this woman that was one of my best friends when I was 15, 17. I was also madly in love with her. We both lived in Victoria, made a stupid mistake one time and we lost that friendship. She went off, became a model, and married a rock star." Sung as a duet with Black Mountain's Webber, the pristine tune crystallizes the experience of a young love lost, and, though touching, it's never bitter, just an extension of the Pink Mountaintops' landscape.
"Since I was a kid, I've always viewed the world as a big ugly place that's terrible and scary," admits McBean. "I lived that way for all my teen years. I was a punk rocker, hating this, fighting that, and ended up just bottling it up, full of hate. But I've come to realize that the world is not a terrible place. It's actually an amazing, beautiful place, and that's the only reason people can survive. Terrible things happen all the time, and will continue to happen, but horrible things can bring out great things in your life."
Music can be one of those great things, and those who attend the Pink Mountaintops' album-release party this Saturday (August 7) at the ANZA Club are bound to feel McBean's enthusiasm. "I want people to come and have fun," he stresses. "Couples that are there, lovers that are there--I want them to hold hands a little longer, go home and kiss. Express themselves. Come out and let the love fly free. Well, not too free."