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Stashing It

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

One of my favorite episodes of Sealab involves a scene where a mustache clad Captain Murphy is disrobing to nightgown clad Debbie (and later Buckethead Wendy) in a bedroom. Murphy asks “Stache on or off?” to which Debbie replies “off please.” Murphy issues a stern response befitting those who have known the power of a mustache. “Too bad.”

I don’t know why we did it exactly. It started at a show at Star Central years earlier where Mike’s mom was forcing him to shave his beard before his wedding. In the process of shaving, Mike shaved the beard off first, but when he got to the mustache, realizing there was a show that night, he left it on and dyed it jet black. Not telling anyone, we showed up to the practice space, and nearly died laughing. It was beautiful.

Years later, I decided I wanted to recreate this horrible incident, and shaved my beard to a mustache for a show at the Garage. Perhaps it was in desire to be the pervert trucker around an all ages show. Truthfully, all I remember is Julie showing up to the show, chatting with me, and in mid-sentence, just started laughing, saying “I just noticed the mustache.”

And for whatever reason, I don’t even know how we came to it, we decided to do the mustache show for Brian Huebner’s birthday show. There was no correlation, no special event. Just a celebration of upper lipped facial hair. It took Jake two months of preparation to get his facial hair even to the point where a mustache was going to happen. But, we went ahead and did it.

The best part was this show took place after the Funeral For a Friend show. We received a variety of looks from their fans. Some were actually rude enough to point and whisper. My favorite is when somebody stared for too long, and then deliberately looked away as if to pretend nothing unusual was going on. Occasionally, somebody recognized the virtue of the stache and complimented us.

It was our first show with Under Eden, which is somewhat surprising considering the similarity in our music and how long both of us have been around, and it was also a return gig with our friends and spacemates in Risingfall. It was also nice to play a show at Station 4 with reasonably inclement conditions, as opposed to blinding storms of frost and cold snaps.

Congratulations to Brian for surviving another revolution of the earth around our sun, and his upcoming parenthood as well! We are working out the details of our next show, and hope to have it posted shortly!
- Neil

No, but Everything Else Does

Sunday, February 1st, 2009

Does this Blog make Harry look gay?

-lisa

Crazy notebook collector‏

Thursday, January 29th, 2009

Deciding to spend my first real day off in two weeks cleaning is somewhat of a masochistic endeavor. In fact, my office has been an absolute pig sty since two cats decided to move in, spread their kitty litter all over the place, and urinate in my box of manila envelopes in protest of their forced relocation.

Nevertheless, one thing I’ve always been compulsive about is keeping notebooks. I never know what’s going to be in them. Usually, I never put more than a couple pages of work into them before forgetting about it and buying a new notebook. In some cases I did.

Finding a stack of these notebooks in corner, I decided to go through them and see if there was anything that was worth saving. Because of my compulsiveness, I guess everything is worth saving. But it was kind of a trip to go down eight plus years of Neil James and Cwn Annwn history going through these notebooks.

There was a lot of junk. There was the time I decided I was going to teach myself photoshop and I found about ten pages of notes. Several notebooks had notes taken from my business school classes years ago. But most of them were filled with music, riffs, solos, lyrics, and other creative ramblings, many of which went on to form the Cwn Annwn you know today. Here are some of the favorite things I found going through the list:

Really, REALLY old drafts of “The Fury” lyrics, where the ivory tower was more prominently themed.

The dial settings for various delays when I used my Boss Digital Delay/Reverb pedal – most notably for the Clarivoyant, Jotun, and Nightshade.

Lyrics for a song entitled “Aliens” which probably at some point turned into “Contact” although there is no recycling from these lyrics into Contact. I don’t remember writing these, but I was obviously heavily influenced by In Flames at the time as there is some serious Jotun references being lifted.

Over the years, going back to what looks to be to 2000, I had been attempting to write a long epic entitled Islands, all of which was based off of a simple 3/4 acoustic pattern, and one of my better lyric ideas. This was to be a song about getting stuck where you were while the world passed you by – presumably a reference to people I knew who were still stuck in high school several years later. Even today I think this is one of the cooler things I’ve written, but the guys never liked it, and it never went anywhere. But there was a lot of work put into it. There are riffs for “Islands” written in five of these notebooks, probably over a five year period.

When I first started writing, I would often write lyrics before writing music. This came out of a lot of boredom during my philosophy classes at the U. Several entire songs that never turned into music. One of these was a particularly Metallica influenced war opus entitled loqaciously titled “Execution Style.” Another was a somber goodbye to a more innocent time entitled “Through the Glass.”

A younger version of Neil sometimes envisioned Cwn Annwn writing shorter acoustic ballads. One of these was a sad song entitled “November” that I have complete lyrics to. I remember the verse progression was Dm, C, G, but that’s about it as I never wrote the music down apparently. Another was a song called “Solitude” which had a nice distorted outro. Honestly, a lot of these lyrics suggest somebody in need of some serious psychological counseling.

There are *countless* driving directions to destinations that aren’t written down. More amusing are that you can tell my grasp of the Twin Cities metro area was a little limited by directions saying “Take a right off of 94 onto Marion. This will turn into Kellogg Blvd.”

There are some really old setlists, probably from the Marty and even Shawn era on drums that I can hardly believe we played at some point.

I drew a pyramid at some point with the word smart written at the top and dumb written at the bottom. Why I did it I don’t know, but it’s still somewhat reflective of how I think intelligence is distributed amongst the populace.

One song that never changed in lyrics was “I Used to Give a Damn.” Probably my favorite Cwn Annwn lyrics ever, I remember writing the bulk of these in one of my business classes. They appear several times throughout my notebooks and are notable in that they never ever change. Many notebooks have early versions of lyrics that underwent some sort of revision.

There was a letter that was written to Blake Anderson who headed Angel Beach where we recorded our first ten song demo. That was old.

There is a super long rambling essay that is so pretentious I’m embarrassed it’s in my handwriting. I’m sure that what I intended to do was just spew out something and see if I could pick and choose something cool to construct a song out of. I don’t do this often, but notably, this is how the verse lyrics in Calypso were written. Somehow, “The sharpest sword is forged from your shattered hopes” and “let the stinging pain convalesce you into ecstasy” didn’t make the final cut for any later songs. Shocking.

Older logo ideas are abundant, with several Maiden-esque ripoff versions of our logo plastered everywhere. Graphic arts is just not my forte.

An older version of Lord of All Vipers where “Fuck you and swallow” were part of the lyrics brought a smile to my face.

The notebook containing the first draft for riffage and lyrics to Feral Ferocious and Grey Streak, which remarkably didn’t change a whole lot from paper to recording.

There are several complete guitar solos with notation for songs rarely if ever played anymore, including Nightshade and Intruder. A couple solos, I have no idea what they were intended for, but I put a lot of time into them.

Perhaps most pleasing are complete lyrics and music for Serpentine, which is a song that fell out of rotation once Marty left the band as the bulk of us forgot how to play it. Perhaps when Harry’s on vacation in April, we’ll spend some time re-learning and re-writing it.

There are several songs that were started even as a group but never finished, including “Six Chambers” “What’s In This World For Me” and our first collaborative effort “Sands of Time.”

One strange page, and I’m sure this is something I did during a particularly boring college lecture, contains a series of small doodles of various icons, about one inch in height, in various poses, all over my notebook page. Some of the people on here include Gandhi, Luke Skywalker, Groucho Marx, Waldo, Gene Simmons, George Washington, Napoleon Bonaparte, Fidel Castro, Kurt Cobain, Abe Lincoln, the Devil, Jason Voorhees, Jesus, Batman, Elvis Presley, William Shakespeare, and others. I just don’t see what I was going for here.

This is just the beginning. At some point, I may pull out my guitar and attempt to recreate some of these riffs and see if anything was worth it. But any rate, it was nice to take a break from cleaning to have a brief conversation with myself five years ago about my band.

January 23rd, The Frequency, Madison

Wednesday, January 28th, 2009

This Friday marked our 3rd trip to the fair city of Madison, Wisconsin. Unfortunately, God decided to punish us for leaving the confines of the Twin Cities with his latest installment of frostbite inducing weather. I’ve lived in Minnesota for twenty nine years and I can handle cold with the best of them, but I have never wanted to kill an animal and reside in it for its warmth as much as I have in 08-09.

After a long five hour ride culminating a journey through the labyrinth that is downtown Madison, we ended up at The Frequency, which is a Cwn Annwn type of venue. Small, intimate, and devoid of placed you can hide when you don’t want to hear the band that’s playing. It was a smaller stage with a darker ambience. It was obvious that the place is run by people who love music as opposed to those who have dreams of one day turning it into a sports bar. T

his show was put on by Mike of the Adrenalin Metal Union (www.adrenalinmetalunion.com) Mike was gracious enough to include us on his globe-spanning metal compilation CD, and worked really hard to promote the show. Mike also was kind enough to allow a sleepy band and merch crew to crash in his living room after the show.

Joining us on stage was Murder of Sons from Appleton (www.myspace.com/murderofsons.) These guys were a bit younger and flashed some potential and promise. Headlining the evening was Dissent & Revolt (www.dissentandrevolt.com,) who were probably the nicest guys we have played with in damn near forever. They had opened up twice for one of our favorites, Dillinger Escape Plan, and it was relatively obvious why by their music. It was pretty frenetic and intense.

We debuted a new song entitled “Nova” which is pretty technically demanding. Outside of *once again* an untimely technical failure on my guitar, we played it pretty well. Julie’s vocals were particularly aggressive tonight. There wasn’t much room to bounce around on the small stage, but that usually means we’re going to play with a little more precision, which it seems like we did.

Thanks to Kara for making the trip with us to sell merch, and for Lisa coming out to take some pictures. Hopefully, we’ll have the photos on our own page and our myspace page sooner than later. This Saturday is we return to Station 4 for our friend Brian H’s 33rd birthday with Risingfall and Under Eden. Those with an affinity for facial hair will not be disappointed!

Neil

Chinese Democracy – album review

Monday, January 12th, 2009

So recently Guns’N'Roses released Chinese Democracy. Well, at least word `recently’ in my world extends back forty five days. Relative to GNR’s latest release, I believe this is an applicable term, but we’re getting off subject here.

Guns’N'Roses holds a near and dear place in our musical hearts. GNR straddled a very fine line that few bands were able to maintain. They had the over the top Dinoysian culture of orgy and excess that was typical of eighties bands, yet they butted right up to the edge without crossing it in a way bands like Motley Crue had that reduced them to cartoon caricatures. They were able to incorporate conventions of eighties production that normally instantly evokes the scent of stale hairspray and runny eyeliner and dialed it back just enough to make music that couldn’t be dismissed by the excessive reverb built into the snare and bass drum. They were true songwriters – in my opinion, probably the most versatile of that era. Whatever type of sound Guns’N'Roses wished to evoke, they had the capability and talent to forge it. Slash was one of those guitar players who occupied a very rare air in that not only was his technical ability breathtaking, he had a signature to his sound that like all great axemen, is simply unduplicable.

The most fascinating character in the pantheon of Guns is William Axl Rose. Axl by all accounts is the last true rock star on planet earth. Every rock star whose music graces the shelves of Hot Topic and blogs on Myspace has an element of showmanship that is completely and totally contrived. I would completely fuck around with Atreyu and make fun of them with disdain. I might even screw around with Zakk Wylde if I thought I could get away with it. I would never fuck with Axl Rose. Axl is the last of a dying breed whose combination unparalleled volatility with unlimited resources yields a potential for vengeance that knows no limits. Few other men could generously buy high end Cristal for all in attendance at a party on nothing more than a whim, and punch a prostitute in the face for looking at him wrong in the same night. With Axl, you can’t rule this out.

Not only that, by all accounts, Axl shouldn’t be successful. His voice is completely non-traditional in the sense of modern rock. His lyrics drip with venom and anger – metalcore bands think that only by screaming with reckless abandon can you truly convey emotion – Axl can take a non-threatening rock song and imbue it with a seething rage that is undeniably potent. It is clear from repeated listenings of Guns’N'Roses catalog that never once did the opinion of his bandmates, management, label, or fanbase enter into the equation of what was put from pen to paper and how it would be sung. It is as honest and unblemished as there has ever been and probably ever will be, for the better or detriment of the material. It’s also a testament to adhering to your artistic vision, no matter what others might say or your fear of its critical reception – a concept that we hope Cwn Annwn never loses sight of.

Cwn Annwn is of the unwavering, yet extremely minority belief, in the superiority of Use Your Illusions to Appetite for Destruction. This is not to slag on Appetite which is a great record, and embodies what made Guns’N'Roses great. But Use Your Illusions showed what Guns’N'Roses was ultimately capable of before its self destructive tendencies and subsequent cryogenic freeze took hold. Use Your Illusions was a more mature album that featured for intricate composition and greater variety. It had a greater spectrum of emotion. I understand those who prefer Appetite’s rawness to Illusions’ cultivated deliberation, and the double album nature of Illusions probably resulted in some unnecessary songs, but the `A’ material of Illusions revealed a band who I felt was not only scratching the surface of their creative potential but demonstrating a versatility just not found in most artists.

This premise established, fast forward fourteen years from the Spaghetti Incident to Chinese Democracy. The first and most absolute iron clad corollary – if you liked Appetite more than Illusions, you may find Chinese Democracy novel simply because you got to hear Axl’s voice again, but you aren’t going to like it. If you liked Illusions, you are going to stand a fighting chance of loving this album, and an almost certainty that you’ll like it.

Simply put, Chinese Democracy is the next natural step in the progression from Appetite to Illusion artistically. Specifically, in the arrangements. The core of Guns’N'Roses has been straight forward riff rocking. I’m relatively convinced that the way the bulk of this album was written is that Axl wrote the song and lyrics on guitar – Axl’s guitar teacher is credited occasionally on Chinese Democracy. Once he wrote the simple groove and main idea, he then dressed it up with a mountain of exotic musical ingredients. This is a little departure in the sound on Use Your Illusions which was more of a shared musical entity rather than Axl’s autocratic vision.

This theme can be seen throughout the album. I.R.S., There Was a Time, and Chinese Democracy are at their very core, somewhat simple songs. You could probably play all of them on an acoustic guitar by yourself in a coffee house and stand a chance of them sounding okay. Some songs required a bit more composition, such as Madagascar or This I Love, but the songs still remain grounded in a base of simplicity.

But despite what one of my bandmates might say, there is nothing wrong with simplicity. Ultimately, the reason Chinese Democracy works as an album more than anything is that at its core, Axl’s a good songwriter. He always has been. His lyrics, vocal progressions, and chord progressions are always high level, likely due to his background as a solo pop piano player in his early childhood. What makes Chinese Democracy in my opinion, a great album, is the level of detail that went into making these simple songs epic.

Chuck Klosterman reviewed Chinese Democracy and noted that one if its fascinating aspects were some of the little details that you knew Axl recorded hundreds of variants on before settling on what ended up on the album, such as the Mexican vampire accent he used when singing “but I don’t want to do it” on the track Sorry. It was a 100% accurate observation. Deliberate, methodical, and painstakingly meticulous are all terms that can apply to Chinese Democracy. And while all these are anathema to the Jack Daniels swollen rock and roll debauchery of Appetite for Destruction, it’s extremely uncommon to hear an album crafted with the precision and ability that went into Chinese Democracy. Songs like “There Was a Time” and “Chinese Democracy” have a intricacy that evokes the arrangements of Queen and other progressive bands.

But, it’s a Guns’N'Roses album, and there are moments that rock. The album is littered with guitar solos embellished with the watery bluesiness that Slash helped trademark, notably the guitar solos on This I Love and Sorry. Small blazing explosions of shred erupt like fireworks without having the over the top, domineering focus that ruins Dragonforce. There are a series of aggressive, angry riffs that could have easily been found on Appetite, such as in Scraped or Rhiad and the Bedouins. Axl delivers his raspy vocal hooks with a level of unforgettableness that hasn’t waned over time, such as his yearning for a gun on Catcher in the Rye, or the hypnotic lamentations on Beter. Most of the songs on Chinese Democracy have a solid rock core that could just have easily appeared on Guns’ classic material.

That isn’t to say there aren’t missteps. No album could have been produced over fourteen years and tens of millions of dollars without some amounts of over-indulgence, such as the overly lush instrumentation on Catcher in the Rye, or the bizarre tribal Queen-like harmony at the beginning of Rhiad and the Bedouins. Certain songs such as If the World and Prostitute have potential, but just never materialize with a sense of dynamics that the albums better cuts feature.

But while critics laud Metallica’s lip service at returning to its roots with Death Magnetic, they forget that Load, Re-Load, and St. Anger were released in between their last arguably good material. The gap between Metallica’s classic albums and their latest fare is ocean sized in its vastness when compared to and perceived difference in quality between Chinese Democracy and Illusions and Appetite. It is obvious that Axl’s desire was to make the band somewhat of a modern day Led Zeppelin – a band that could not only deliver ass-kicking rock and roll, but was able to delve into any stylings and conventions of music to deliver unforgettable material. Use Your Illusions was the first step in that direction, and Chinese Democracy was the next step in that journey.

Axl Rose has always delivered on promises of volatility and unpredictability. While remaining mostly lucid, interviews with him and chat transcripts of him always have moments where he slips into the insanity that firmly grips his soul – and likely makes him genius. It is unlikely that his band will tour and further record, continuing the momentum of a big return and great album, which is too bad. Guns’N'Roses has always been synonymous with unfulfilled potential – probably why so many of us identify with them. But while it’s easy to focus what could be with Axl and Guns’N'Roses, what is with them is still pretty damn good.

- Neil

Unchecked

Thursday, January 8th, 2009

So last night I had this dream that in some form or another, I was having an e-mail exchange with AJ Daulerio who heads up one of the most well known sports blogs worldwide, Deadspin. We were having a free flowing conversation that was to be posted as it unfolded on Deadspin and centered on the most hilarious sporting news of 2008. Like any good dream, the specifics of our conversation are murky at best. I was startlingly lucid in my compositional abilities given that only the subconscious hemisphere of my brain was in operation.

But that wasn’t the point. What made it such a good dream is that I couldn’t wait to e-mail to all of my friends, post bulletins, and basically scream from the rooftop that I had made it onto Deadspin. Making it into Bill Simmons’ ESPN mailbag was certainly an accomplishment, but comparing it to Deadspin is like looking at the Rockies from the peak of Eagle Mountain. That my words could make it with legitimacy into one of the most well read enterprises in the world – not in the voyeuristic desire for fame that is craved by reality TV stars and those drunk on Warhol’s hourglass – but to be considered a peer for even a fleeting moment was a moment of accomplishment that even if only in the dream world was a high of rarely matched intensity.

Recently, the powers that be in Cwn Annwn decided, among many promotional endeavors, to start a blog. We are starting with that same base of idiocy found in all aspiring bloggers that what he have to say is somehow more interesting, compelling, and entertaining than the screaming cacophony of our fellow kin. Whether that proves to be true or not remains to be seen, but we do need to latch onto that trait shared by those that are actually interesting – we tried.

We want to try to give the listeners of Cwn Annwn music another medium of entertainment. The same minds that go into our music will go into this cavalcade of disheveled thoughts. You may or may not find our thoughts to be worth much, but you know what, we didn’t care that you couldn’t pronounce our band name, we didn’t care that you thought less of our music because we didn’t adhere to the conventions of what was popular or that it just wasn’t good enough, and we didn’t care that you were mad at us because we accomplished something that you felt was beyond our talent. Everything that we’ve done as Cwn Annwn was to make ourselves happy first, and quite honestly, while we’d rather you here than not, we’re not going to change to accommodate what pleases you.

Nothing is going to be off-limits. Already I have ideas about music, pornography, food, traffic, video games, football, and everything in between that I feel I can at least eke out a couple of paragraphs about, and that’s to speak nothing of the horror my bandmates have in store. We’re not looking to constrain ourselves with a subject medium, or even a convention like we do with our music. We’re just going to go, and hopefully, this gives you a little insight into who we are as people.

With our band, we started out knowing nobody, and while we still have miles upon miles upon miles to go to reach our goals, what we’ve accomplished today is a testament to our diligence in honing our musical craft and our hard work to cultivating our fan base. Maybe it’s the half bottle of leftover Cabernet Sauvignon from New Year’s Eve that I’ve downed while writing this, but I have an unwavering belief in the strength of our music, and I believe that the average Joe after reading us stands a fighting chance of thinking of our web page when he’s looking to entertain himself during his fifteen minutes of down time at work. And with any luck, we will reach that point where we scrubby unpronounceable musicians from Saint Paul will be telling Daulerio that T-Jack’s getting a raw deal, and the world will listen.
- Neil