It’s time again for New Year’s resolutions. I’ve decided to make 2009 my year of being green.
I’m newly militant about separating trash and not buying anything that comes in a wax-coated carton.
No more bottled water, when a reusable carafe and a Brita filter does the trick and doesn’t add to landfills.
And when it comes to music, the smaller the carbon footprint, the bigger the chance I’ll hear it.
To put a finer point on it, the compact disc must die.
Two examples, one right, the other very wrong, illustrate my point.
Earlier this month a Boston band called the Macrotones emailed to offer me their latest album, “Wayne Manor.”
The all-instrumental record is full of lively jazz excursions infused with a Latin backbeat. The unique sound recalls a funky version of Sun Ra’s Arkestra (there are 10 musicians credited, and they all seem to be working on every track), as well as Frank Zappa in his “Grand Wazoo” days.
The Macrotones also remind me of newer groups like Antibalas Afrobeat Orchestra, and the album’s best track, “Book It,” pulls all the elements together, featuring sizzling trombone work from Nate Leskovic, with hypnotic percussion and twin saxophones making a tasty musical stew.
Notice how I haven’t referred to “Wayne Manor” as a CD?
The band’s email pointed me to a web site where the album and all the artwork could be found. You’d think this would be an everyday occurrence, but strangely it was the first time a band offered to provide a review copy in this way.
Compare this to the new Lindsey Buckingham record, which I loved by the way. “Gift Of Screws” first arrived via express mail, an advance copy registered in my name, replete with threatening language about the consequences if I shared it.
Which was beside the point, as the disc was so gummed up with DRM that only one player (thankfully, in my car) didn’t spit it out when I tried to play it.
Later a brown truck delivered yet another disk, containing artwork and credits.
That’s a lot of gas, cardboard and plastic for something I could have had in seconds via a much more environmentally friendly means of transport.
It’s wasteful and stupid, so in 2009, I’m giving priority to the Macrotones of the world.
Don’t tax the planet – It sure as heck doesn’t improve the music.
By the way, local music requires less gas:
Thursday: Guy Davis, Plainfield Grange – He’s said that growing up the only cotton he picked was his underwear off the floor, and recently Guy Davis told a journalist that the first time he heard the blues was in college, played by lily-white Vermont boys. Still, Davis embodies the blues, channeling masters like Howlin’ Wolf and Blind Willie McTell, though he possesses his own unique style. This intimate local performance should be a treat.
Friday: Pete Merrigan, Salt hill – A Pete show in January kind of boggles the mind, but think of it this way: it will be summer all over again, The good-natured purveyor of “life, love and laughter – one song at a time” got his start playing in the Shanty, a pub run by Josh Tuohy’s mom and dad in Sunapee. Now Josh has his own tavern, so this show is a homecoming of sorts.
Saturday: Erica Wheeler, Boccelli’s – The first of several upcoming shows features a fine singer-songwriter whose music evokes a sense of place. One critic likened her last record, “Good Summer Rain,” to “flipping through a photo album of an Ansel Adams road trip.” Next month, Boccelli’s welcomes Mark Erelli, who made my favorite album of 2008 (Feb 6) and a great Chris O’Brien/Jenee Halstead double bill on February 28. BOCS is a happening place.
Sunday: Wu-Tang Clan, Higher Ground – WTC is less a band than a conglomerate with a musical division. These so-called hardcore rappers also dabble in film, television and fashion. In addition, they’ve launched a lot of other hip-hop careers, which why explain why it took them six years to make their 2007 album “8 Diagrams.” The original collective, with the exception of Ol’ Dirty Bastard, who died in 2004, is still performing, though Method Man won’t be at this show.
Tuesday: Billy Rosen & Emily Lanier, Tip Top Café – There’s still jazz in White River Junction, Tonight, two of my favorites perform. Guitarist Rosen has an ever so soft touch. After a long run with New Kind of Blue, vocalist Lanier can be heard in several different configurations, most prominently with the Emily Lanier Jazz Ensemble. With dishes like pork & ginger meatloaf with red wine demiglace, the Tip-Top’s menu is as inventive as the music.