The World’s awareness of German popular Music. Is there any? Awareness, I mean.

The excellent Rainer Bartel – proprietor of some of Germany’s best blogs, successful journalist and author of a German guide to the EEEPC – and myself are currently having an animated discussion on the issue of Duesseldorf and its influence on popular music. Being the staunch defender of his beloved hometown that he is, he cited a long list of more or less influential musicians that for him prove that Duesseldorf is far more important than the footnote status that was I willing to give the place.

The only thing that I can think of is Chris Rea’s comment in ‘Windy Town’, that he comes home with the ‘taste of Duesseldorf’ still on his lips. But I am being facetious.

It nevertheless made me think of a wider issue: forget Duesseldorf: what actually is Germany’s role in contemporary, popular music?

There is no discussion about its influence within the world of non-entertainment music: Bach, Beethoven, Brahms, Schumann, Mozart (ok, he was Austrian, but that was almost the same then), Schoenberg and their contemporaries produced the majority of what we listen to on BBC Radio 3. Within the last fifty years Henze and Stockhausen have added themselves to that list, but they are certainly no household names anymore. So, Germany rules among the Italians, French, English and Russians when it comes to the classical stuff.

But within Pop/Rock? Unfortunately these days, when you ask somebody born after 1980, the only examples he/she will probably come up with are Rammstein (who do not deserve a link) and -shudder- the Scorpions (ditto). For people remembering the eighties and the seventies, Krautrock champions Can, Bavarian Balladiers Muenchner Freiheit (who had a Number 1 in the UK with ‘Keeping the Dream alive‘. Don’t ask) and Duesseldorf’s best exports: Propaganda, Kraftwerk and the short lived DAF come to mind. Then there was the ‘School of melodious House’ from Frankfurt, producing such anonymous, producer led projects as Snap! or Culture Beat. These guys went so far to change their name to something vaguely American to remove all associations with THAT country.

As you might have noticed, all the aforementioned groups released their singles in English.

Mostly, everybody not speaking English lives happily ever after, completely ignorant of the wide variety of artists releasing their work in German, which they probably find as accessible as the latest Number One from Kazakhstan.

So, is it all about the language, then? Is the main reason that my fellow scotsmen don’t buy the latest album by Marius Mueller Westernhagen is because neither can pronounce his name nor any of the songtitles, or that singing along to a song called ‘Skandal im Sperrbezirk’ (or even better: ‘Mit Pfefferminz bin ich Dein Prinz‘. Try singing that…) just doesn’t roll of the tongue like, say, ‘Umbrella’?  With a language like that, it’s no wonder that New Zealand and Australia, countries who together have a quarter of the German population, had more Number ones.

On the other hand, millions of inebriated Englishmen had no problems singing along to either ‘Bambolero’, ‘Voyage, Voyage’, or ‘Donald, where’s your troosers’ (wait..). So it can’t be the fact that it’s foreign.

It’s just the wrong type of foreign. It’s German. It still conjures up the wrong associations.

With other words, it’s not so much the quality of the German musical output, but the inability of the world to speak the language. Or get over its accociated history.

I leave the rest of this argument to the comment section and leave you in the safe Duesseldorfian hands of Claudia Brueck, Susanne Freytag and, uh, Trevor Horn.

Enjoy!

Nelson’s Tower, Forres

It’s a bank holiday weekend, so I did a little travelling around beautiful Morayshire. I made it successfully to Forres, where Nelson’s Tower was luring me from afar. And what a nice structure it is:

Nelson\'s Tower

Apparently built to celebrate Lord Nelson’s successful battle at Cape Trafalgar (that of course killed himself), the foundations for the building were laid in 1806 and the structure was finished seven years later.  Perched on Cluny Hill and 21 meters high, it gives you gorgeous views over the Moray Firth and the Grampian Mountains.

It’s also a nice and easy cardiovascular workout.

More good American Podcasts? You gotta be kidding me…

Now that I had my live music fix and my ears will be ringing for the next two weeks after the acoustic assault on my hair cells in my inner ear by Was (not Was) and an added bout of flu, it was time again to look for some good podcasts that keep my company in my sickbed. Already a happy listener of Steve Curwood’s ‘Living on Earth‘, I tried some of other shows that Public Radio International is serving over teh intarwebs. From what I understand (and please correct me if I’m wrong, because it’s complicated) PRI is a sort of of competitor to that other content provider for Americans with brains, NPR. I don’t particularly understand how they get their funding (my friend Panamaus one day tried to explain, but to no avail) but I think that while NPR gets some federal money, PRI mainly lives off grants and support from charitable organisations.

Anyway, I like ‘living on earth’, and so I tried out some of the other PRI stuff. Their Technology podcast, while more geared towards an younger geographically challenged American Audience, covers a good spectrum of issues and certainly is more informative than the BBC’s rather excruciating ‘Digital Planet’.

Even better is ‘the world‘, which manages to be a quirky, daily show with more unusual stories from around the world, a sort of ‘from our own correspondent’ with bells and whistles.

So, these two go onto the list. If I can believe ‘the West Wing’, democratic white house staffers are more into public radio than those dastardly republicans. So, let’s keep our fingers crossed.

Well done PRI.

Was (not Was) live at the Carling Academy, Islington.

Hi All,

I’m literally minutes back home from the best gig of the year (so far): Was (not Was) played a largely unadvertised gig (apart from their website) in the cosy surroundings of the Carling Academy in London’s Islington. Hot on the heels of the release of their latest album, the impressive and fortunately well reviewed boo!, they played two gigs in the UK and featured on that outstanding show with Jools Holland.

Again, why there was actually no advertising for the gig is beyond me, but this way it was an intimate affair in a small club.

Initially the gods were against us. After arriving at the Academy, we had to be evacuated from the premises, as the surrounding mall apparently was suffering from a bomb-scare. Fortunately, only 45 minutes later the efficient and polite Metropolitean Poilce Force let us back (after first evacuating me again out of a friendly gay bar [I didn’t know. It was dark and friendly. I only realised after I realised the lack of real ale] called EDVI [which apparently stands for ‘Edward the 6th’] in which we sought refuge from the evacuation of the Academy).

The dastardly bombplot kept us out. Bummer.

But after letting us in and us realising the small crowd looked like a  good-natured fifties birthday with a 10:1 male to female ratio we settled in to the friendly vibe of the place, and after half an hour the band arrived, receiving an friendly roar from 250 middle aged men (and some of their wives and in one instance their daughter). The playlist, as far as I remember (which is 90% complete but not in the right order) consisted of a lot of early stuff, the best songs from the latest albums, but for some reasone ‘What up, Dog?’ was short changed. As the best girlfriend ever and myself hoped for ‘Spy in the House of Love’, ‘Anything can happen’  and ‘Anytime Lisa’, we were a bit disappointed, but with a back-catalogue that massive I realise it’s hard to pick your setlist.

Anyway, the setlist (in the order I remember it. This is not chronological):

  • I blew up the United States
  • Hello Operator
  • 11 Miles an hour
  • Semi-interesting week
  • Crazy Water
  • Walk the Dinosaur
  • Out come the Freaks
  • Where did your heart go (and I always thought this was by George Michael)
  • Your Luck won’t last
  • From the Head to the Heart
  • Papa was a Rolling Stone
  • I feel better than James Brown
  • Knocked Down, Made Small

Did it groove? Oh yes, it did. Don Was (‘I had this Bass for 20 years but that’s never happened before’) played three quarters of the gig with a missing D-String, but that little mishap did not reduce the power of this tight rhythm section. Shame the Academy’s sound system swallowed his bass almost completely, together with half of the drum set. David Was was able to provide some light entertainment and the trio of Sweetpea Atkinson, Sir Harry Bowens and their third bloke who embarrassingly I can’t remember gave us pitch perfect soul. The musicians were excellent, people were enjoying themselves (apart from those ladies who unsuccessfully tried to squeeze into their 20 year old skirts, as they were only able to sway gently) and I think the band had a ball as well. With other words: a total success.

It would have been even better with ‘Shadow and Jimmy’. But what can you do.