AI: The Best Thing to Happen to Music Since the Electric Bass

 

Artificial intelligence (AI) is intelligence—perceiving, synthesizing, and inferring information—demonstrated by machines, as opposed to intelligence displayed by humans or by other animals. – Wikipedia 2023

 

I love it.

 

Yet the above referenced Wiki waxing is misleading. AI is intelligence displayed by humans through machines. Sound familiar? Please refer to every invention stretching back to the printing press and earlier.

 

I am old enough (and proud of it) to recall when my tool of the trade, the electric bass / bass guitar was not considered a legitimate instrument. ‘Twas the lowly low-end bastard child of its prestigious and socially accepted ancestors – the guitar, and the upright bass.

 

The ‘60s pioneers of the electric bass, including James Jamerson, Paul McCartney, Jerry Jemmott, Carol Kaye, and Jack Bruce, to cite a few, along with their ‘70s offspring maestros such as Stanley Clarke and Chris Squire – to reference a scant two: mostly created their style and approach based on the six-string and the doghouse.

 

Then, circa 1976…. along came a cat from South Florida named Jaco Pastorius.

 

Imagine, if you will, a flying saucer landing mid-field during Super Bowl half-time. A wiry, dancing, frenetic being emerges with a worn sunburst, rosewood apoxy board fretless Fender Jazz and commences to groove, phrase, improvise, render chordal and harmonic passages hitherto unknown to human (or any other) ears. Shadows and light!

 

Stuff that no one ever thought of previously and stuff that was impossible to create on the guitar and/or the double bass fiddle.

 

Hey, this electric bass guitar is a …musical instrument!!!!

 

That was Jaco’s impact on popular music and the bass guitar. As a student at the University of Miami School of Music circa ‘79, whenever the classical (“legit”) players would toss off comments such as “that’s not a bass…” Our singular response was “Jaco!”

 

They lost the argument. Every time. Still do…

 

Fast forward to the development of digital recording, synthesizers, auto-tune, electronic drums, sequencers, and other technology utilized to compose, record, and perform music in the past 100 plus years. All were reviled by the establishment. All were derided as novelty, inhuman, fraudulent; the stuff of tricksters, dilletantes, and posers. Some things never change.

 

Reminds me of the time a UM classmate arrived in ensemble class with a primitive version of what would become the DX7 keyboard. A device (tool) which derived its multiple sounds from horns, strings, percussion, and permutations / combinations thereof. I was assigned to jam with him. It was a memorable performance. At the conclusion our “teacher” joked that said gismo – and similar – would never replace traditional instrumentation.

 

Ha! I’m still laughing forty-four years later.

 

AI is another tool in our toolbox. And it is one with infinite possibilities. Will it be misused? Sure. I crack open my Manhattan apartment window every morning with a flathead screwdriver jammed between the sill and the frame. Was that the original intention of the apparatus? No, but it works! I approach AI as a means to enhance artistry, not replace humanity…after all, humans control AI and if we allow AI to control us, then it’s the fault of humans, not machines….

 

A new Rolling Stones song with Brian Jones? John and George on a new Beatles track? A fresh Freddy crooning a Queen composition? I dig a jam comprised of Miles and Jimi and Thundercat. Joe Dart and Francis Rocco Prestia anyone? A Janis duet with Amy? Esperanza Spalding trading verses with Billie Holiday?

 

If those late artists were here today, they’d go for it.

 

Push the envelope. Attempt the impossible. Fear nothing. Do the undoable. Isn’t that the nature of art?  

 

I expect pushbacks aplenty from this op-ed. I now take the opportunity to get out ahead of the negative motely and hereby inform you that you’re on the wrong side of history.  

 

Exactly like those “experts” who bellowed that the electric bass was not a real instrument.

 

Ya’ hear that one Jaco?!

 

Tom Semioli

9 June 2023

 

 

 

 

 

 

“MasterBasstion” Know Your Bass Player Glossary

 

MasterBasstion [mastərˈbāSSHən] “master – bass – tion” : the act of stimulating one’s own bass libido by rendering dexterous non-musical passages that serve only to garner attention from the masses on social media, in music retail brick-and-mortar, or at trade shows.

 

Such displays, grossly misrepresented as “virtuosity” depreciate the value of music education and accepted techniques as slap/pop, hammer on, glissando, harmonics, raking, palm muting, and uses of effects pedals and assorted extended range instruments.

 

“MasterBasstion” is purveyed by “bedroom bassists” i.e. individuals unable to achieve gratification with other human entities engaged in the art of composing or performing music.

 

Such practitioners should be avoided in favor of actual “bass players.”  

 

Know Your Bass Player Knows Baseball: Take Five 2023

Editor’s Note: This non woke essay was not written by ChatGPT!

 

My baseball fandom officially commenced on 10 September 1968 when I attended my first game at Shea Stadium. Tom Seaver and the New York Mets, still considered an expansion team, lost 6-0 to Roberto “Bob” Clemente, legendary Yankee killer Bill Mazeroski, Robert Ralph Moose Jr., and Willie Stargell’s Pittsburgh Pirates. I still have the yearbook and box-score clipping from Long Island Newsday.

 

Stories reminiscing how the first in propria perspective of a major league baseball field is akin to a vision of heaven are part of my history too. The expansive green field, the enormity of this game of “inches.” The athletic prowess of the players who can flick white natural cowhide with 108 hand-woven stitches across a diamond…

 

Of the 30 major league baseball stadiums in existence – I have visited 24, not including the cathedrals that have met their timely demise via the made-for-television implosion (replete with asbestos poisoning) or were pummeled bit by bit by the cruel Miley Cyrus wrecking ball such as Shea, ye Olde Yankee Stadium, Candlestick Park, and Atlanta’s Turner Field where Ted canoodled with Hanoi Jane.  

 

Baseball is a cerebral game. Unlike any other sport. As legendary Baltimore Orioles skipper Earl Sidney Weaver, a master of kicking-dirt on the shoes of blind umpires oft preached: “you can’t sit on a lead and run a few plays into the line and just kill the clock. You’ve got to throw the ball over the damn plate and give the other man his chance. That’s why baseball is the greatest game of them all.” 

 

The game was once an exercise in contemplation – all the action resided in the imagination. To the non-fan or casual observer, dunce, or ex-wife, it’s a boring pastime. It takes years to learn baseball. In fact, you never really know the game completely. Much like your current wife.

 

Every pitch, every swing of the bat is dependent not only on the skill of the respective players, but it is also a reaction to the time of the season, the standings, the opponent, the line-ups, tomorrow’s game, subs on the bench, relievers warming up in the bullpen, an impending road-trip…and how much the players drank the previous evening. 

 

Akin to mastering a musical instrument, it is a lifelong study. There are no short cuts. You have to take the journey – which, incidentally, is where the joy of life is.

 

A game out of time, out of touch….

 

We are no longer a reflective society. Hence the game’s popularity plummeted in recent years in favor of basketball, football, and ultimate fighting mixed martial arts in all its abject violent glory, followed by the indentured slavery of the corresponding college sports. Athletic endeavors all founded on persistent action, action, action, action.

 

Gaming feeds the American addiction for constant stimulation. By attaching itself to the grand old game of baseball, gambling has reinvigorated the sport for the 21st Century. I’m not saying that it was better back in the day. The game has evolved out of necessity.   

  

On many of my baseball sojourns I chatted with parents who brought their kids to the ballpark. When I enquired as to how their sons and daughters could appreciate a “game” besotted with digital media, multi-task scoreboards, incessant blasts of music and other distractions – their answer was that the “distractions” are what kept the kids entertained!

 

When my dad brought me to the ballpark, the simple act of witnessing my baseball cards coming to life on the emerald pasture – Pete Rose, Cleon Jones, Ron Santo, Willie McCovey – was far more exciting than explosions and relentless ads for junk food.

 

Media coverage of the game is even worse. In 2022 I watched every Mets game broadcast on SNY – the team’s network. I couldn’t tell you the names of their sponsors. None. Other than the generic descriptives: auto, drug companies, diabetes/obesity inducing sustenance, alcohol, insurance, and of course, gambling. 

 

However, there was one respite I’ll never forget. When beloved Met / Texas Ranger Jacob deGrom returned from his one-and-a-half-year stint on the injured list in ’22, the SNY producers treated it as if it were the moon landing. No commercial breaks. We watched the lanky multiple Cy Young Award winner warm up in the bullpen, embark on the longest walk to the pitcher’s mound from center field. Hi-def cameras scanned the faces of the fans in rapt anticipation. The emotion of Jacob’s teammates on the field and in the dugout was palpable. I was texting with my baseball posse as I always do during season. We couldn’t believe what we were watching: a baseball game! We actually felt as if we were in Citifield. Nowadays cable television is essentially commercials with interstitial “content.”

 

The game now has billions more dollars to lavish on its stars.  Surely the lords of baseball are obligated to reimburse the fans / citizens who pay taxes to build and maintain their luxury stadiums (among other corporate welfare) and reduce the cost high priced cable and digital platforms for taxpayer citizens.

 

But baseball will never do that. Why? Because akin to all capitalist corporate monoliths, they don’t give a rat’s ass in Mesopotamia about you. You are the addict; they are the dealer. Ho, I would love to lead a sports boycott, but it will never happen.  I published a few op-eds for independent media sites such as Huff Post, Counterpunch and hosted a blog entitled Sports Fan Manifesto suggesting that if fans stood their ground and engaged in an economic and physical abstention from the product – the games and their sponsors would come crawling back to them.

 

Mostly I received hate mail from hardcore sports fans. You can’t take away a junkie’s junk. Ironic that sports fans glorify sports stars for their perseverance, courage, hard work, sacrifice and dedication. Yet when it comes time for them to do the same in the name of civic justice, they cower, and bury their collective heads in the astroturf. Even sheep occasionally stray from the herd for the greater good – and avoid slaughter in doing so. If only sports fans were as intelligent – and brave – as livestock.

 

All said, I love baseball, here are my Take Five baseball predictions:

 

One: More teams beget more gamblers. I expect to see major league baseball expand to the secondary and tertiary markets. Tulsa, Nashville, Indianapolis, Des Moines, Raleigh, Jacksonville, and similar cities post haste. The minor leagues will stay strong via gaming as well.

 

Two: More playoffs mean more… gambling! Rather than expand the playoff format which would run deeper into the winter months, baseball will be inclined to set up a league alignment akin to European Football (Soccer) with premier and secondary leagues.

 

The worst teams in the top tier leagues would be bumped down to the lower leagues, and vice versa for the best teams in the secondary leagues at the conclusion of each season.

 

This way, smaller markets will not have to compete directly with the richer teams in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Miami, Houston etc.  As the small market GMs have revealed on several MLB Channel interviews in Spring Training 2023 – it’s all about making the playoffs where “anything can happen.” If MLB remains with just the NL and AL, even with its divisional races, the regular season becomes meaningless. Folks don’t watch or bet on meaningless….

 

Three: Substitutions. Players in pennant races burn out. Even with PEDs (yes!) the games are getting harder to play outdoors (mostly) as the planet gets hotter.

 

Plus the 162 game schedule is an arduous format. Yet fans want to see and gamble on their favorite stars. Hence to rest marquee players during the stretch, why not have an Aaron Judge or Pete Alonso play the first few innings …sit for a few, then come back in the game if it’s on the line. You betcha!

 

Four: Eventually, we’ll see defensive and offensive teams in baseball ala football. It will increase gambling on fielding and hitting activities. Plus, the players’ union will support it given that it’s more jobs for players and coaches. Some players could pull double duty too…

 

Five: Host city World Series. As the game now stretches nearly into the cold months, we’ll see a World Series in warm weather environs – likely Las Vegas. Plus, with my proposed Euro-Soccer format, you could have championship contests between the leagues in Vegas in wintertime.

 

Which will culminate in “Super Bowl” type contest with a seventh inning stretch extravaganza starring a celebrity who can’t sing, auto-tune crooning a “song” with no melody; surrounded by dancers outfitted as gyrating sperm; replete with a “band” miming to a song they never played because they are not computer programs; concluding with said star rubbing her cooch and smelling her fingers! How uniquely American!

 

Play ball!!!!!  

Mick Karn (Japan)

 

Bassist / composer / recording artist / multi-instrumentalist Andonis Michaelides aka Mick Karn came to prominence with innovative UK new wave / glam / experimental collective Japan – also featuring David Sylvian, Rob Dean, Richard Barbieri, and Steve Jansen.

 

A fretless master who played bassoon as a child, including an appearance with the London Symphony Schools Orchestra, Karn’s melodic prowess paved the way for such players as Pino Palladino who took the fretless to the top of the charts in the 1980s.

 

Japan enjoyed a string of hits in the late ‘70s through the early ’80s waxing several groundbreaking and influential sides and singles. Pressure and the usual internal conflicts which prompt bands to go bust put an end to Japan in 1982 – which is a shame as this band was tailor made (pun intended) for MTV.

 

Karn was an in-demand player – collaborator – writer in his own right – working with Gary Numan, Diana Ross, Midge Ure, Peter Murphy, Bill Nelson, Kate Bush, Joan Armatrading, and Angie Bowie, among others. He occasionally teamed with various ex-Japan mates as well.

 

A sculptor and a student of Psychotherapy at West London College, Karn passed at age 52 from cancer.

 

Mick Karn Sound & Vision…

 

Mick Karn Bass Sampler: https://youtu.be/7IanvhpoGCA

 

Mick Karn & David Sylvain “When Love Walks In” https://youtu.be/gMvlEyWpjdA

 

Bill Nelson “Glow World” https://youtu.be/CjjqNh9ommw

 

Dalis Car with Peter Murphy “His Box”  https://youtu.be/_f9sSC2J7fQ

 

Gary Numan “She’s Got Claws” https://youtu.be/EW02-y0A9e0   

 

Midge Ure “No Regrets” Live https://youtu.be/DMl_wPCv0No

 

Mick Karn:

 

“Bestial Cluster” Live https://youtu.be/0_ER2AADsWg  

 

“Sleepers Awake” Live https://youtu.be/rzt7dF5jwhs

 

Japan:

 

“Quiet Life” https://youtu.be/xhm-EqcPta0

 

“Gentlemen Take Photographs” https://youtu.be/xhm-EqcPta0

 

Rock’s* Greatest Decade: The 1980s

By Tom Semioli : Note this op-ed was NOT composed by ChatGPT

*”Rock” is a term loosely used by the author.

 

In the beginning…

 

If I’ve learned anything in my sixty-three years on this mortal coil it’s that every generation (within my reach) holds their respective era of pop culture sacred. Sports, music, film, theater, television, radio, literature, fashion, journalism, art, and permutations thereof.

 

Everything was better “back in the day” including sex, drugs…and rock and roll!

 

My dad’s greaser pals revered Chuck Berry, Elvis Presley, Little Richard, Buddy Holly, and Jerry Lee Lewis as the true rockers until “The Beatles came along and ruined everything….”  

 

My (slightly) older colleagues beholden to the 1960s cannot imagine a world sans The Rolling Stones, Who, Cream, Jimi Hendrix, and Bob Dylan, among others.  I was a three-and-a-half-year-old on 9 February 1964 whilst my family gathered to watch the black-and-white transmission of The Ed Sullivan Show. The closest I came to experiencing Beatlemania was when my mom dragged me to witness Help! at the British Pavilion at the New York World’s Fair in 1965. The girls shrieked as if the lads were physically on stage. I get it. And now we have hologram concerts! How the mighty have profited postmortem…

 

In the 1970s I came of age in an ever-shifting landscape spanning Joni Mitchell, David Bowie, Elton John, Patti Smith, Bruce Springsteen, The Ramones, and Stevie’s Fleetwood Mac to cite a few. This decade of decadence and artistic innovation has been recast ad nauseum in film, cable television, theater, books, and multi-media exhibitions well into the 21st Century. I was there folks. The 1970s were very good, perhaps great, but let’s get over it already.

 

Maybe those ’50s rockers were on to something. From the 1960s onward rock fractured in several disparate directions. Some view it as expansion of the artform. Others maintain the artform was diluted. Rock and roll, at its very core beginning was/is the bastard child of country, folk, jazz, and blues – so there never really was a “pure” version of the genre.  

 

Hence rock can be a hybrid of any of those aforementioned genres. And add the more recent musical formats such as rap, hip-hop, electronica and subdivisions thereof to the melting pot. Rock’s spirit of experimentation is certainly rooted in the 1960s, yet by the 1980s the tools were available to stretch the boundaries even farther. 

 

Artists and Audience Enjoy the Benefits of New Tech…

 

Which brings us to the 1980s – the era wherein I worked as a musician. Once reviled, and oft relegated to kitschy nostalgia obsessed with big hair and even bigger shoulder pads, time has come today for a reevaluation of the decade. My stance is that the ’50s, ’60s, ’70s are not inferior. Simply, in the 1980s we built upon the greatness of those that came before us. And those that followed, namely the ’90s and 21st Century, basked in our shadow. 

 

What happened?

 

Several watershed advances in technology were available to the artists and their audiences in relatively short time frame. This fact alone separates the decade from its ancestors.

   

In the studio, digital recording – cleaner and easier to edit and mix- overtook analog with its fragile inconsistent tapes which were prone to wear and tear; were easily damaged, and poorly duplicated. The introduction of MIDI (musical instrument digital interface) changed the game with combining sounds and timbre. The horizon of tones and textures became limitless. 

 

 

When Yamaha debuted the portable and affordable DX7 keyboard in 1983 – rock stars to neighborhood bar bands now had an infinite number of sounds and textures at their disposal.  You could bring arena rock to your local pub. Orchestral works could now be replicated on stage. I was witness to Paul McCartney bringing side two of Abbey Road to sonic life at Madison Square Garden in 1989 – something the Fabs and George Martin couldn’t have fathomed in 1969. 

 

Electric basses and guitars vastly improved with active electronics, new ergonomic designs (Steinberger), effects pedals and rack mounts which, akin to their keyboard cousins, were portable, affordable, and durable.

 

 

In particular, the electric bass dominated the decade. No longer relegated to a low rumble in the stage mix or hum on record, bass players were now coming to the forefront as both groove masters and melodic equals. Note that on many ‘80s hits – the bass is the hook! 

     

 

Guitar and bass rigs became more reliable, moveable, and noise reduction developments (including instrument pick-ups) eliminated unwanted din and distortion – or enhanced it if you were so inclined.  Acoustic guitar and horn pickups became the norm – every note rendered could now resonate on record and on stage. Wireless systems afforded guitarists and bassists the freedom to prance about the stage and occasionally snag the spotlight.

 

Electronic Simmonds and Linn drums put percussionists in the same league as their voltage enhanced comrades.

 

The multi-track Porta-Studio replaced the cassette deck – hence demos became more precise – affording composers and arrangers more tools to hone their craft in their bedrooms and rehearsal studios. Heck, “unsigned” rockers released cassettes recorded and mixed on said gear which sold in indie shops and such chains as Tower Records. 

 

 

With the advances in music instrument tech, home and compact audio systems also developed in leaps and bounds. Compact Discs relegated vinyl, 8-track cartridges, and cassettes to dinosaur status. CDs eliminated surface noise and did away with the degradation and fragility of the LP / cassette since nothing actually touched the surface of the medium, and they were usable at home or on the road in a Walkman or car disc player.

 

 

New recording tech, new gear, a new music delivery system all added up to recordings that sounded better than ever. In fact, record companies helmed by profit motivated bean counters began to digitize, remaster, and repackage their valuable back catalogs complimented by sales gimmicks to sell Boomers their old records again: The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, followed shortly by the Reunion Tour…and later, the Never-Ending Farewell Tour

Much of the aforementioned tech innovations had their shortcomings at first, but they were upgraded in ensuing years. All progress is messy at best. Musicians, experimental by nature, took the new technology and ran with it – sonically, and artistically.

 

I Want My MTV…

 

Of course, no discussion of the 1980s cannot ignore the impact of MTV. Though 24/7 cable TV video didn’t quite kill the radio star (radio killed itself with media consolidation), that dirty ass genre known as rock and roll was absorbed into the entertainment industry mainstream. 

 

When MTV became fairer and more balanced, the platform afforded exposure to artists who would have gone otherwise unnoticed in secondary and tertiary markets. Programs such as 120 Minutes, Headbangers Ball, Yo! MTV appealed to hardcore and casual audiences alike.

 

 

Props to MTV Europe whose videos veered more towards artistic expression as MTV USA fell prey to product placement and degenerated into soft-core porn.

 

 

 

I watched for research purposes only….

 

 

 

From hair bands to pretty boy-and-girl techno rockers, having a bigger and more bombastic mainstream also begat a healthy, stealthy “alternative” DIY scene in many a college town, which would eventually rise to the surface in the 1990s. The 1980s were a golden era of indie rock with loud guitars and melodies.

 

     

 

Sad Songs Say So Much…

 

To my ears, the 1980s was the last era of classic pop songwriting, based on the two forms of musical structure familiar to our western ears: AABA / “Tin Pan Alley” and “12 bar blues” and all the permutations thereof. I won’t debate the songs nor the artists. Each spoke to their generation in their language.

 

 

 

And I extend kudos to the ’60s and ’70s rockers who were able to adapt and reinvent themselves as the concept of the “legacy artist” had not quite gestated until the end of the decade. 

 

 

 

To my ears, the 1980s was the greatest era of musicianship. 1980s musicians were educated in the 1970s, hence we read music, not tablature. We also learned aplenty from the past masters of our respective instruments. Those of us who were serious about our careers delved into theory and composition – as did previous generations. Again, we had more tools. For example, when you composed a horn or a string passage, you could actually hear it (and modify it) in the moment thanks to electronic keyboards. And you could play it on the gig the same day! Think of what Duke Ellington and Billy Strayhorn could have accomplished with such toys!  Composition was everywhere!

 

Instructional VHS tapes afforded players private lessons with the greats to compliment a formal music education.  

 

 

All That Jazz….

 

Though its roots lie in the soul-jazz movement as exemplified by CTI recordings in the late 1960s and 1980s, contemporary jazz and jazz fusion fell (mostly) into the category of “smooth jazz” or “quiet storm” – two hideous marketing titles. Many jazz artists approached the art of recording akin to rockers in that the long-player was not simply a souvenir of a live performance, but an entity unto itself. Yet jazz was still considered popular music – and the masses responded. Witness hits by George Benson (“Give Me The Night”), Herbie Hancock (“Rockit”), and Anita Baker (“Caught Up in the Rapture,” “Sweet Love”), to cite a few – all of which brought audiences back into the clubs and prompted the casual listener to purchase jazz recordings.

 

The bassist named for a small, sharp pointed organ at the end of the abdomens of bees employed many a contemporary jazz star for his stellar debut disc The Dream of the Blue Turtles in 1985, namely Darryl Jones (Miles Davis, Steps Ahead), Kenny Kirkland (Branford and Wynton Marsalis), Branford Marsalis, and Omar Hakim (Weather Report).

 

In 1986 a jazz film ‘Round Midnight starring Dexter Gordon (Academy Award nomination for Best Actor), and Herbie Hancock, was a resounding box-office success. Jazz was hip again in Hollywood! Bassists Marcus Miller and Stanely Clarke, among many others composed numerous television and film scores. 

 

 

 

Though ’70s jazz superstars Return To Forever, Mahavishnu Orchestra, and Weather Report flamed out – save for Jaco Pastorius’ brilliant World Of Mouth (1981), Miles was still leader of the pack even as Wynton Marsalis became the “chief of jazz police” – determining what jazz is and what jazz is not. Refer to Ken Burns’ woefully incomplete and misinformed PBS Jazz (2001) documentary series which anointed the bloviating trumpeter as spokesperson for a genre he did absolutely nothing to advance. 

 

Sadly, jazz has yet to recover from the death of Davis in 1991 and Wynton Marsalis’ shameful, pandering corporate sell-out of the artform. (Wanna know how I really feel?

 

 

   

 

 

I Want to Play for You… Last Era of Guitar Gods… Instrumental Virtuosos….

 

The decade was rife with instrumental virtuosos who inspired us to be better. To cite a few: Eddie Van Halen, Kirk Hammett, Steve Vai, Eric Johnson, Johnny Marr, Randy Rhoades, G.E. Smith, Yngwie Malmsteen, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Stanley Jordan, The Edge, Emily Remler, Joe Satriani, Prince, Mark Knopfler, Slash, Mike Campbell, Mike Stern, John Scofield, John Ashton, Mark King, Flea, Pino Palladino, Marcus Miller, Geddy Lee, Tony Levin, Fernando Saunders, Doug Wimbish, Cliff Burton, Tony Franklin, John Taylor, Will Lee, Mick Karn, Bakithi Kumalo, Carmine Rojas, Robbie Shakespeare, Guy Pratt, Sting, Darryl Jones, Billy Sheehan, Neal Peart, Steve Gadd, Stuart Copeland, Phil Collins, Jeff Porcaro, Chad Smith, Kenny Aaronoff, Vinnie Colaiuta, Simon Phillips, Greg Phillinganes, Howard Jones, Vince Clarke, David Paich, Thomas Dolby…

 

 

Rock and a Hard Place…Prog Progress

 

Among the most significant musical developments of the 1980s was the evolution of hard rock.

 

In the disco era of the mid to late ’70s, the genre became irrelevant as its greatest practitioners – Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, and Led Zeppelin, among others either broke up, or lost their way due to substance abuse.  However “heavy metal” a term attributed to many sources, was regrouping by ’78. Bands such as Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, and Def Leppard, Motorhead – all founded in the ‘70s – were all laying the groundwork for the “New Wave of British Metal.” 

 

“We want to be the band that if we moved in next door to you, your lawn would die.” bassist Ian Fraser Kilmister aka “Lemmy”

 

By way of new recording technology, as referenced above, heavy metal and hard rock records sounded far superior to their ancestors in the ’70s. The muddy din of such metal classics as Deep Purple’s In Rock, and Machine Head along with all the Black Sabbath releases from ’70s up until the Dio years which began in 1980 – though influential, were rendered sonically ancient – even with their ’90s remasters. 

 

 

 

Similar to the way ’80s pop artists were improving on the work of their predecessors, these artists hit their stride in the new decade. And there was plenty of room for the older guard as well: Ozzy Osbourne with Randy Rhoads, Ronnie James Dio, Robert Plant, Rainbow, a reformed Deep Purple, a sober Alice Cooper, a rejuvenated AC / DC, Whitesnake, Runaways alumnae Joan Jett and Lita Ford, among others waxed classic sides.

 

Aerosmith commenced their first career resurgence, collaborating with Run DMC on their classic track “Walk This Way” – which ran in heavy, heavy, heavy rotation on MTV and was a major factor in hip-hop crossing over into the mainstream.  

 

In California, it was no surprise that the west coast hard rockers took their artistic and aesthetic cues from Hollywood. Made-for-MTV collectives including Van Halen with a bona fide rock god guitarist, Motley Crue, Poison, Dokken, Warrant, and New Jersey heartthrob Bon Jovi, topped the charts. Guns ‘n’ Roses upgraded the Aerosmith / Rolling Stones modus operandi with great success . Underground metal mavens Slayer, Anthrax, and Metallica also enjoyed commercial acceptance.

 

In fact, it was ’80s metal which paved the way for ‘90s alternative – which was essentially a stripped-down version of ’80s hard rock with no guitar solos, no keyboards, no entertainment value, and with desperation replacing celebration.

 

 

 

Prog rock – emblematic of ’70s excess – went decidedly pop and further opened the genre to millions of new listeners. Though purists revile this era of “prog progress” it was a natural growth. Bands such as Rush, King Crimson, Yes, and Genesis / Phil Collins / Peter Gabriel (’70s vets all) retained their signature instrumental prowess while trimming the bloated filler that weighed down many a prog-rock platter. 

 

 

The Blues Never Went Away…

 

A genre most responsible of the artform that is rock and roll – the blues, did not enjoy a comeback simply because it never really went away. You can’t keep a virtuoso down for long. Thanks to ‘80s technology, the blues sounded fresher than in previous generations. 1980s Blues artists did not try to “sound” old. Vintage gear was left where it belonged – in the storage bins or museums!

 

Players such as Stevie Ray Vaughn served as a conduit to blues’ illustrious past. Yes, he worked his Hendrix mojo to the max. Which prompted young players to research Jimi – note all the Hendrix re-issues throughout the decade. Not a bad thing to my ears.

Eric Clapton started sounding like Eric Clapton again on Journeyman (1989). Bonnie Raitt’s Nick of Time (1989) scored several Grammys for its indelible meld of songcraft and musicianship. Jeff Healy, Robert Cray, The Fabulous Thunderbirds, George Thorogood, Colin James, and Robben Ford, cut remarkable records that resonated beyond the genre’s faithful.

 

 

Once again, the older guard thrived: Johnny Winter, ZZ Top, J. Geils Band, Buddy Guy, B.B. King, to cite a few, continued their mastery and influence. Agreed, The Blues Brothers album and film were steeped in parody, however it reminded a new generation the importance of Memphis Stax, and Muscle Shoals. The movie also brought Aretha Franklin back into the mainstream.

 

The World’s Most Dangerous Band…

 

Assuming the mantle created by Doc Severinsen’s legendary NBC Orchestra as heard on The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson – bandleader Paul Shaffer and bassist Will Lee’s groundbreaking tenure in the World’s Most Dangerous Band for David Letterman’s Late Night and Late Show brought the language of rock, blues, soul, folk, country, jazz fusion, and funk to the Great American Songbook: a major shift in pop culture that happened in the 1980s!

 

 

Snthly The Best…

 

Call it “New Romantic,” “Synth Pop,” call it whatever you like. In the 1980s British artists such as Spandau Ballet, OMD, Duran Duran, Art of Noise, Erasure, Human League, Heaven 17, Culture Club, Depeche Mode, and Gary Numan, among others, appropriated the same three chords Chuck Berry rendered on “Johnny B. Goode,” transferred Brill Building harmonies to electronic keyboards, tarted up their appearance, and created a sound unique to any generation before or after. Try that in the 1990s or 21st Century!

 

 

 

 

Keys also played a key role in the resurrection of soul music. Now dubbed “contemporary rhythm and blues” legacy artists along with a new breed of singers borne of a jazz gospel pedigree stood toe to toe with Motown, and Sound of Philly’s finest. Whitney Houston, Darryl Hall and John Oates, Tina Turner, Lionel Ritchie, Prince, Michael Jackson, Terence Trent D’Arby (Sananda Maitreya), Diana Ross, and Madonna cut electro groove tracks that moved a generation – literally and physically – with melodies to boot!  

 

 

 

Even teen pop pablum artists-steeped in dance / disco mode, such as New Kids on the Block, Debbie Gibson, Laura Branigan, and New Edition used new tech to their artistic and commercial advantage.

 

Make Americana Great Again…

 

Artists influenced by the folk, singer-songwriter, and outlaw country artists of previous decades created a sub-genre which embraced all the aforementioned camps.

 

 

 

Americana or “roots rock” artists including Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers, John Cougar Mellencamp, Jason and the Scorchers, Steve Earle, The Del Lords, Chris Isaak, The Blasters, and Los Lobos all commenced careers which extend well into the 21st Century.

 

 

 

George Harrison, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, Jeff Lynne, and Roy Orbison – then old geezers in their mid-40s – collaborated as The Travelling Wilburys for a classic slab that reminded the kids where it all came from. Folk rockers including Suzanne Vega (with KYBP on Film bassist Mike Visceglia), and Tracy Chapman topped the charts too, and exemplified the diversity of the era.

 

 

 

Prince… (No Explanation Necessary) 

 

 

Seminal Moment…

 

The 1960s were defined by the Woodstock Music Festival. Several music extravaganzas emerged in the 1970s, with George Harrison’s Concert For Bangladesh in 1971 being the most memorable. For the 1980s it was Bob Geldof’s Live Aid. Though Queen stole the show, my favorite performance was Bryan Ferry with bassist Marcus Miller and moonlighting Floyd guitarist David Gilmour. 

 

You could argue that Woodstock was the G.O.A.T. however the “Live Aid” tag did not plague the artists who appeared, whereas the “Woodstock” association branded bands who were far more expansive than that one psychedelic moment in time. The 1990s’ attempt to restage three days of peace and love was a disaster.

 

By the ’80s, the musicianship and staging was significantly more developed. Good work Woodstock – thanks for the idea George, but Live Aid was better.

 

  

 

Smells Like Teen Redundancy

 

Why not the 90s? Great songs, great artists, and the infusion of hip-hop, rap, and electronica continued but was no longer as groundbreaking as it was in the 80s. Rock commenced its backward slide. Pro-Tools, with its cut-and-paste modus operandi didn’t require instrumental proficiency. 

 

Musicianship in general plummeted. Especially my instrument, the electric bass, which on most ’90s rock recordings served as a root note adjunct to the guitar. As a result, by the 2000s the electric bass vanished from pop records, a trend which continues well into the 2020s. Props to all the ’90s jam bands, in particular Dave Matthews, Phish, 311 to name three, who kept the musicianship bar high. 

 

The 1990s put a new coat of paint on old ideas. By the 2000s and beyond, pop culture became American Idol-ized. We were better off when ugly people made beautiful music instead of the other way around! Song structure which served Frank Sinatra to Phil Collins gave way to algorithms and scientifically certified pleasurable timbres. The triumph of spectacle over substance became evident not only in music, but in American life. If only Nero were here to fiddle with auto-tune!

 

For all ye who opine that the high-tech, spandexed, Aqua-Netted ’80s strayed too far from the proletariat roots of rock and roll, imagine if you will Jimi Hendrix with a guitar synthesizer, and massive digital video monitors. How would The Beatles have taken Sgt. Pepper to the stage with keyboard samples, lasers, and moving stages? What could Elvis Presley’s TCB cats have conjured with MIDI?

 

Granted, the 1980s got lucky. We stood on the shoulders of the ’50s, ’60s, and ’70s. The results of years of technological and artistic experimentation, innovation, and tech hardware came to fruition at the onset of the decade. Audiences were ready for something new. “Retro” – which wasn’t even a term then, was passe.  In the current pop realm especially, the 1980s are oft imitated but never surpassed. Rock music in all its sub-genres has been in a perpetual rinse and repeat cycle for the entirety of the 21st Century.

 

You could argue that the 1980s is the G.O.A.T. by accident, sheer luck…or by design.  You could be wrong, you could be right. What say you Johnny? 

 

Tom’s Top 10 Essential Bass Centric 1980s Tracks.  

**You fret less with a fretless…

 

Duran Duran: “Rio” (bassist John Taylor)

 

Madonna: “Like A Prayer” (bassist Guy Pratt)

Level 42: “Running With the Family” (bassist Mark King) 

Paul Young: “Everytime You Go Away” (bassist Pino Palladino**) 

 

Lou Reed: “My House” (bassist Fernando Saunders**) 

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The Clash “Magnificent Seven” (bassist Norman Watt-Roy)  

Metallica: “Master of Puppets” (bassist Cliff Burton) 

Red Hot Chili Peppers: “Higher Ground” (bassist Michael Balzary) 

The Firm: “Radioactive” (bassist Tony Franklin**) 

Paul Simon: “You Can Call Me All” (bassist Bakithi Kumalo**) 

      

The Bass Mastery of Phil Spalding and The Value of Education for the Rest of Us

 

A body of experience… the acquisition of knowledge or skills through experience, study, or by being taught…

 

I met Phil Spalding in London in 2019 when I interviewed him for my Know Your Bass Player film series with Mark Preston, Derek Hanlon, and Oliver Harley Symonds. As best as I can recall he was recommended to me by bassist / publicist Dave Clarke, to whom I am greatly appreciative of.  I knew of Phil from my record collection: Seal, Terence Trent D’Arby, GTR, Toyah, Mike Oldfield, Ray Charles, Bernie Torme, Right Said Fred, Elton John, Mick Jagger, The Who, and Robbie Williams to cite a select few.

 

When I interviewed Phil at Terminal Studios in beautiful downtown Bermondsey, I was surprised to learn that he did not study music formally or informally. You can hear Phil explain this to me in the film clip below. I was even more perplexed that he had paying students and hosted lectures on bass education.

 

How can an “illiterate” musician teach aside from regaling students with tales of rock stardom and demonstrations of his most recognizable bass parts, and provide said audience with tutorials on gear?

 

Not that there’s anything wrong with telling stories about famous people and places and talk equipment.

 

When I expressed my stance to Phil – he shot back in the “you can do anything if you work hard, follow your dreams, and are passionate” formulae.

 

I agree. Though I am extremely pleased that the doctor who removed my cancer and saved my life in 2017 attended med school. Phil challenged me to set up bass lectures in New York City so he could fly in and show me his methodology. Sadly, that dare never materialized due to our conflicting schedules and his untimely passing.

 

Phil was a natural ala Paul McCartney, and Prince. Phil had the gift of coming up with great parts for great songs by great artists.

 

His stage presence as a sideman was infectious – you could not take your eyes off the lithe, follicularly challenged performer regardless of the caliber of musicians with whom he shared the stage.  Off stage, Phil was a loving, charming, humble cat who loved to eat Kit-Kat bars with a loud crunch whilst other bass players were being interviewed on film. His contribution to the instrument in his era is to be lauded – which is where I am going.

 

Phil kept our instrument relevant in an age – the 1980s – when synthesizers were pushing the electric bass to the background, and in some instances, eliminating the instrument. Depeche Mode anyone?  

 

Magnificently, Spalding found ways to make our instrument essential among the sonic din of digitally enhanced keyboards and guitars which were all the rage.

 

And he did it all on a Fender Precision – a tool that was considered a dinosaur in the Reagan / Thatcher years. Phil didn’t change instruments like some players change socks. He made that device work regardless of what was vogue. Akin to Pino Palladino’s use of the Precision on D’Angelo’s watershed Voodoo (2000), Phil made the P bass forever relevant.

 

So, what did Phil do?

 

Technically he employed harmonics, muting, slap/pop, hammer-ons, plectrum, assorted methods of finger plucking (atop the string, beneath the string), string bending, trills, alternate tuning, flopping strings, and glissandos among other physical practices. Phil harbored no prejudices to the techniques oft derided by the “bass police.” Can you teach an open mind? Not sure…

 

Rhythmically he played on top of the beat, behind the beat, ahead of the beat, staccato, legato; he accented off the kick-drum, guitar motifs, vocal inflections and the like. He’d render a reggae groove on a rock tune and play punk eighth notes on a reggae track; he danced around synth lines – to analyze a few. Phil was a daring cat! Be like Phil say I!

 

Harmonically he would voice lead other than with the root, utilize pedal tones where you wouldn’t expect to hear them, and run a chromatic passage, leave space,  utilize 6ths, 9ths, 10ths, 13ths to enhance lyrics and melody; render chords – all in the service of the almighty song. Spalding had a golden ear. Do they sell golden ears at Sweetwater? Denmark Street? Can you get a good used golden ear at Reverb? Not the last time I checked…

 

Sonically – though a devout Fender Precision practitioner, he did wield a fretless Steinberger XL – both fashionable and functional in its time. Phil also worked every bass pedal known to man and beast. And probably a few others as well.  Phil was a timbre chameleon.  

 

Phil was unusually gifted. To negotiate time-signature shifts, abrupt key changes, and complex unison lines – among other requirements of players at Phil’s level – by memory – is challenging even to the most learned of players. And to be called upon to create parts to complement such artists and their compositions is the stuff of world class players. If Phil did that off the top of his bald pate then hats off to Spalding! We should all be blessed with such aptitudes.  I get Phil’s theory regarding passion and hard work…

 

What about the rest of us? What about the other stuff? 

 

Music education cannot teach creativity. Music education cannot make you Phil Spalding, yet it offers you the opportunity to understand what Phil Spalding did – making you a better you -no matter where you are in your career.  And music education is not just note reading and a working knowledge of music theory – which is essential and not as daunting as it appears. It’s listening, analyzing, asking questions, and practice, practice, practice.

 

Music history is also a key to knowledge, improvement, and the joy of discovery.

 

Phil spoke intelligently of players spanning his hero Phil Lynott to Jaco Pastorius. When I posted social media missives spanning Muscle Shoals, Motown, The Sound of Philadelphia, Funk Brothers, Wrecking Crew, Memphis Stax; Nashville, New York City and London session aces, Leon Russell’s Oklahoma posse, among others, Spalding knew every name and could tell you what made them great. He incorporated those lessons into his toolbox, which made Phil great.

 

To know where you are going, you have to know where you came from! 

 

Yet, unless a divine (and I’m not referring to actor Harris Glenn Milstead) creator taps your headstock and fills your world with glorious bass lines, as was the case with Phil Spalding as far as I knew him and what he imparted to me on film and in our conversations; education is the best answer. 

 

I am deeply grateful of the brief, rich friendship I had with Phil. His diverse, entertaining, and innovative recorded canon is testimony to the man. Phil was blessed and he blessed us by sharing his talents. I highly advise that you analyze this Phil Spalding playlist, brilliantly compiled by “Didymus” on Spotify.  

 

Godspeed you Phil Spalding, we shall meet once again in that great gig in the sky. I’ll bring my ’76 P bass. You can play it… if you wipe the Kit-Kat chocolate off your fingers!

 

Phil Spalding Playlist:

 

Spotify (Entire List): https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3L15ENGPrH7NLikRC67M86?si=37f0d652a1b94ac1

 

Selections:

 

“It’s a Mystery” Toyah https://youtu.be/hKDi6ym3Ny0

 

“Moonlight Shadow” Mike Oldfield https://youtu.be/cL0r7Sc6_BA

 

“Kids” Robbie Williams https://youtu.be/cvn6eYJh-0c

 

“Wishing Well” Terence Trent D’Arby https://youtu.be/ynIHsHYaig0

 

“Goddess in the Doorway” Mick Jagger https://youtu.be/ExtDXLXleSs

 

“Melt” Melanie C https://youtu.be/k0RBIkWpyd8

 

“I Want to be Free” Toyah https://youtu.be/c4s7xqntVaY

 

“I’m Too Sexy” Right Said Fred https://youtu.be/P5mtclwloEQ

 

“Stars” Dubstar https://youtu.be/b-x6ywUqVvk

 

“The Key” Roger Taylor https://youtu.be/pNRW6IJLwZA

 

“Feel” Robbie Williams https://youtu.be/iy4mXZN1Zzk

 

“Come As You Are” Beverly Knight https://youtu.be/IQNoanH2Iak

 

“I’m No Angel” Marcella Detroit https://youtu.be/mIZ2OebnURw

 

“Sexed Up” Robbie Williams https://youtu.be/mBhqMwOl_ZE

 

“When The Heart Rules the Mind” GTR https://youtu.be/ARERFbiqCfk

 

“Prayer for the Dying” Seal https://youtu.be/Btl5PYdpcNs

 

“Loveboat” Kyle Minogue https://youtu.be/FR6C6kNuHKM

 

“Love Is the Law” Toyah https://youtu.be/O7YicicF9Hg

 

“Not So Manic Now” Dubstar https://youtu.be/7JHp8Cc3wBY

 

“Contenders” Heaven 17 https://youtu.be/ARARRPaqNvk

 

Know Your Bass Player on Film

 

Phil Spalding Explains How He Became a Bass Player https://youtu.be/SCK4SQt_ADQ

 

Tony Senatore: Self Portrait of Jaco

 

This past weekend, I watched the Robert Trujillo-produced documentary about the life of legendary bassist Jaco Pastorius entitled Jaco. Although the film was made in 2014, I finally got around to viewing it, and the timing was perfect. A steady diet of highly mediocre Instagram bass videos sent to me by my bass-playing friends featuring cute children, overplaying adults, and sexy, scantily-clad women who didn’t get the message that they should be working toward the fall of the patriarchy was draining my soul and spirit. The videos demoralized me because they depicted the art of music and bass playing as a cheap parlor trick that anyone could do.  People say that if you do something that you love for a living, you will never work a day in your life. I have never been a fan of aphorisms, but in my life, I have come to a different conclusion; Sometimes, doing what you love as a means of sustenance can make you despise what you once loved. As such, it is often necessary to find inspiration in any way possible. 

 

The Jaco documentary, available for viewing here, did not make me feel any better about my decision to pursue a career as a professional bassist for the last forty-three years but instead explained the motivation behind that decision. It is very impactful when someone profoundly influences your life, as Jaco influenced mine. Someday there might come a time when you realize that you should have emulated Bill Gates rather than Jaco Pastorius.  Often, it is impossible to deviate from the course you set out on once the passion takes hold. This is especially true for those pursuing careers in the arts.  Although it is not stated directly, what is implicit in the documentary is the idea that whatever your chosen instrument, all musicians must strive to develop a personal style and voice.

 

Jaco did this by transforming his life’s joy and chaos into art and settling on one specific bass to express himself; a 60’s fretless Fender Jazz Bass played through his beloved Acoustic 360 amplifier. This is a crucial lesson for those (like me) that feel the need to have a vast array of bass guitars. Know Your Bass Player “head honcho” Tom Semioli has often pointed this out to me to no avail. Sometimes too many equipment options are a detriment to finding your voice. After trying to break new ground on my six-string bass between the years of 1987 to 1995, an unexpected encounter with a Hamer 12-string electric bass guitar in a New Jersey music store changed my life. With that instrument, I could finally express myself like never before. I released an audio CD entitled Holyland in 2005 and my 12-string bass X-ploration DVD in 2007. From that point on, my career took off, and modest critical acclaim followed.

 

The themes of mental illness and family were the aspects of the documentary that resonated with me the most and shaped my life and Jaco’s. The birth of Jaco’s daughter Mary was the catalyst for him to get serious about his life and ultimately become a better bassist. As he looked at his newborn daughter, he turned to his brother and said, “Gregory, I have to do something on the electric bass that has never been done before.” Jaco was a working musician in Florida, but he instinctively knew that wasn’t enough to give her and his other children the life they deserved. Unfortunately, Jaco’s mental illness, undiagnosed until much later in his life, caused him to become estranged from his children and lose his career and, ultimately,  his life.

 

On the other hand, he achieved his goal of becoming arguably the most incredible electric bassist ever. Although I have no biological children, the birth of my niece Alexandra in 1993 radically altered the trajectory of my life. Moreover, I am no stranger to mental illness. My late sister suffered from schizophrenia and manic depression and could not raise her daughter. I relocated from Florida to raise my niece as my daughter with the help of my parents. By 2004, I was in the same place Jaco was when he told his brother Gregory that he needed to become the world’s greatest bassist. Unlike Jaco, I decided that getting a day job unrelated to music was a better plan than becoming a better bassist.

 

By 2008, I decided to get the college degree I abandoned in 1980. By 2017, I received my bachelor’s degree from Columbia University in the City of New York. During my nine-year journey in academia, I never stopped playing the bass. I played live sporadically and maintained a rigorous practice schedule. I wasn’t trying to break new ground but simply preserve what I had developed over the years.

 

After graduation, I got a better job and resumed my music career. By 2018, I realized that although reinventing myself as an academic was perhaps the most extraordinary period in my life, music and playing the bass were what I did best. After graduating college at age 55, I recorded some videos with friends, including a dual bass performance with Steve Swallow, which fills me with pride. The message is clear. There is no one size fits all solution to succeeding in life or the music business. My favorite scene in the documentary is when Jerry Jemmott showers Jaco with accolades regarding all the innovations he bestowed on the bass guitar’s history, lexicon, and development. Jaco turns to Jemmott and says, “ get me a gig!”

 

Jaco’s mental illness wreaked havoc on his personal and professional life. As Jemmott wisely pointed out, if you are a musician and your life doesn’t have stability, your art will suffer. Success in the music business always was, and always will be, about having the respect of those that you respect and having paid work and a full schedule of gigs. Everything else, including popularity on social media platforms, is an illusion and a distraction.

 

Although it might be a controversial statement, I believe Jaco Pastorius’s bass playing has not been surpassed. I agree with Flea, who asserted that “he’s the greatest bass player that ever played… there’s nothing else like it… am I missing something or someone… is there anything close to it on bass? Not to me, man!”

 

Robert Trujillo deserves much respect for his effort to document the life and legacy of Jaco Pastorius.

 

 

Van Conner (Screaming Trees)

 

A prolific player, bassist Van Conner was best known as a co-founder of iconic alternative rockers Screaming Trees. Akin to many who anchored aggressive ensembles in the grunge era, Conner was a no frills roots player – serving the song whilst providing a firm foundation for the sonic onslaught of guitars and assorted rhythmic mayhem.

 

In addition to his Trees pedigree, Connor also fronted Solomon Grundy as a lead vocalist / guitarist, and formed several low profile alt-rock collectives. Connor also performed with kindred-spirits Dinosaur Jr. on occasion in the 1990s.

 

Van Conner Sound & Vision…

 

Screaming Trees:

 

“Nearly Lost You” https://youtu.be/PE5f561Y1x4

 

“Dollar Bill” https://youtu.be/1lfd7zeHRRs

 

“Shadow of the Season” https://youtu.be/vujMy_r5NsY

 

“Sworn and Broken” https://youtu.be/JMNfTrLG380

 

Solomon Grundy “Time is Not Your Own” https://youtu.be/AJ5JgpMy01U

 

Lawrence Haber by Tony Senatore

 

 

Lawrence Haber is a new acquaintance who has been making a name for himself on the New Jersey music scene. Fads come and go, but if you are a musician, things like reading music, preparedness, and being on time never go out of style. In an age when young bassists aspire to become influencers on Instagram, Lawrence has decided to focus on becoming a respected working musician by satisfying the needs of his clients, whatever the situation. Know Your Bass Player has always been associated with world-class players deserving broader recognition. Still, in my view, the best aspect of KYBP is the stories about the working bass players of the tri-state area and what it takes to make a living in today’s challenging environment.  I am pleased to introduce Lawrence Haber to the readers of Know Your Bass Player.

 

Tony Senatore

 

When and where were you born?

 I was born in 1982 in Brooklyn, NY.

 

Did you study music in college? I am curious as to your educational background and specific teachers who guided you, not limited to only music teachers.

 

Although I took several music classes while studying Communication and Psychology at Rutgers University, my formal music education began in high school, studying privately with an incredible instructor named Joe Macaro. Joe studied Jazz at Berklee College of Music as well as Classical at New England Conservatory. Joe has played professional gigs on Electric Bass and Double Bass since the 1960s. We studied lesson plans from Charlie Banacos on both instruments, Charlie Parker solos from the Omnibook, classical repertoire with the bow from his time as a student of Bill Curtis, and many other formal methods. I learned ear training, functional piano, reading, improvisation, and many other core areas that made me the professional player I have been since 2003, when I began gigging full-time (the ultimate education). I also credit my father, Jeff, who introduced me to all kinds of music as a child, music appreciation is also critical to becoming a well-rounded player with a full musical bibliography. I have also studied privately with Gerald Veasley, John “JD” Di Servio, and most recently Evan Marien, helping me with an artistic concept beyond the bass.

 

 Did your family support your decision to study music at the college level?

My family supported my decision to pursue a music education with love and respect. My father suggested Joe as an instructor because he knew Joe would guide me both professionally and artistically. My father is a DJ and always encouraged me to listen to music with intent and curiosity. He also helped open doors for me to build my network.

 

Do you make your entire living playing music? What are the various types of gigs that you do?

Since 2003 I have played 50-200 professional gigs a year, but I also work for an incredible music program called Music Together as a Licensing Manager. I also do a good deal of professional recording and teach privately. Most of my professional live gigs come in the form of corporate events and private parties such as weddings, clubs, and restaurants. Bands in those settings mostly play Top 40, but I also play straight-ahead jazz gigs, original singer/songwriter gigs, and the occasional theater pit gig.

 

Who influenced you coming up regarding bassists that caught your ear? When you listen today, do your early bass influences measure up to your perceptions of them when you were young?

 

The first bassist that caught my interest was John Entwistle from The Who. His attitude and intent struck me, and he had a beautiful presence both sonically on recordings and live on-stage with the band. Louis Johnson’s tone and rhythmic approach excited me to dig in more, bringing me to Marcus Miller, one of my major heroes as a sideman bassist and composer/producer. Like many young players, I would sing along to Paul McCartney’s melodic lines. I loved Motown and R& B growing up, so James Jamerson and Anthony Jackson quickly became the standards I wanted to pursue once I understood their contributions to pivotal recordings. Joe introduced me to Jaco, who changed everything and made me want to understand jazz harmony, tone production, composition, and improvisation. On Upright, I was floored by Scott La Faro’s lyrical approach and Ron Carter’s command of time and sound. I appreciate my early bass influences more and more every year. I still transcribe them to gain insight into the details of their playing.

 

Are there any bass players or musicians in general that inspire you today?

In addition to my teachers, Hadrien Feraud and Janek Gwizdala are two of the most important living bass players. Both have incredible facilities but use their technique to create gorgeous musical landscapes. Pino Palladino and John Patitucci constantly push boundaries and have beautiful things to say about the bass. Every time I hear them play, I smile and want to pick up the instrument. I want to use this opportunity to shout out some local musicians whose playing influences me whenever I can perform with them or initiate a conversation. Guitarist Michael Vanderweerd is one of my closest musical associates and friends. Mike plays guitar like Stevie

Ray Vaughan and sings like Ray Charles. He is the most soulful person I know. He has given me countless opportunities to play paying gigs with great players. Richie Monica is a world-class drummer who taught me a lot about how to conduct myself early in my career and how to listen. He never held back the truth about my playing and schools me to this day when I’m not on my game. Stephen Bard is a multi-instrumentalist, vocalist, and songwriter who knows more about delivering a clear musical statement than anyone I have ever met. He is a prolific musical creator who consistently produces fantastic original music and is a blast to play with on live gigs. I am blessed.

 

When I went back to school from 2008 to 2017, I aimed to teach history or social studies at either a public or a charter school. This changed when I consulted with some of my friends who have been educators for many years. They informed me that changes in the education system and the advent of Common Core standards pushed them into early retirement, and if I had any ideas about teaching with my own style in my effort to change the world one student at a time, I should reconsider teaching.

 

Similarly, I feel the same obligation to be honest when young musicians ask for my advice regarding a music career. It is more challenging to survive playing music today than in past eras. Reality is not negativity; I am obligated to young musicians to clarify this. If you could offer one piece of advice to aspiring bassists, what would you tell them?

  

Always go back to the fundamentals while remaining curious about where your tastes can lead you. This combination will continuously inspire you to grow as a bass player, musician, and human. Also, play upright, write your own music, and sing!

 

 

Lawrence Haber: Electric/Upright Bass Player, Music Educator/Clinician, GHS Strings Endorsing Artist, Genzler Endorsing Artist, Bartolini Emerging Artist, Master Strap Artist https://www.lawrencehabermusic.com/

Horace Panter (The Specials)

 

“Sir Horace Gentleman” anchored one of Ol’ Blighty’s most influential ‘70s ensembles: The Specials.

 

A master of the 2-tone groove which fused trad Jamaican ska with stripped down new wave rock, Panter and his pals – oft bedecked in ‘60s style rude boy attire (pork pie lids, loafers, mohair suits), scored several UK hits during their golden era which spanned roughly 1979-81.

 

Panter is also a painter. The Croydon native studied at Lanchester Polytechnic, served as an art educator, and has hosted several exhibits throughout his career.

 

His autobiography Ska’d for Life is essential reading for rockers beholden to the said genre. Panter’s primary tools of the trade were trad Fender basses – Precision, Telecaster, and Jazz.

 

Horace Panter Sound & Vision…

 

“Rudy A Message to You” https://youtu.be/cntvEDbagAw

 

“Stereotype” https://youtu.be/fxQ5ooPT4Gw

 

“The Gangsters” https://youtu.be/lgCZN1rU5co

 

“Rat Race” https://youtu.be/AmkMEoVb6rA

 

“Ghost Town” https://youtu.be/RZ2oXzrnti4