Sunday, December 16, 2012

Music | Monk Funk: Guitarist Ottmar Liebert likes you close.

“I’m pretty much of a mutt,” says guitarist Ottmar Liebert.

Born in Cologne, Germany, his father Chinese-German, his mother Hungarian, Liebert says he doesn’t have one particular culture that he comes from. “I’m interested in seeing how things fit together globally.”

That interest has served him well up to now. His album Nouveau Flamenco, which he recorded in 1989 after a year of flamenco guitar classes, sold two million in the United States alone.

The mariachi, flamenco, bossa nova and pop mix spawned a new genre in new flamenco, while helping to introduce flamenco greats like Paco de Lucia to the American public. It also earned the wrath of some flamenco purists, outraged at how little respect they claimed Liebert showed to the form or knowledge he displayed. Whatever the purists thought, Liebert nevertheless had an impact in flamenco’s country of origin. Music from Nouveau was featured on Spanish news shows and bullfight programs.

Liebert understands why some might have been irritated. “Spanish broadcasting accepting music from some guy in America, who only knew a few flamenco forms and was obviously new to the whole thing. ...”

Seventeen years and 20 CDs later, his distinctive long flowing hair is gone and the musical influences, once more apparent, are now woven so tightly into his most recent CD One Guitar that listeners who attend his two concerts this coming weekend at the Alta Club and Memorial House will be hard-pushed to pick out much. There are hints of flamenco, of bossa nova, but they’re buried so deep in Liebert’s lithesome structures you barely notice them. “What I want to do is make something seamless, not obvious,” he says.

He is a 21-year resident of Santa Fe, N.M., where in 20 minutes, he says, “You can be on Santa Fe ski mountain walking above the clouds.” The layout of this land seems to hold the biggest influence over his music. There’s a spaciousness, an intensity to the sound of One Guitar that evokes deserts and mountains. But there’s also at times an almost aching sense of concentration, of focus on a note, on the plucking of a string, the source of which might just as well come from his long-standing commitment to meditation.

Certainly, it’s Zen Buddhism that brings him to Salt Lake City, since his two local performances benefit the Kanzeon Zen Center. Liebert is a monk of Zen Master Dennis Genpo Merzel. This is the second time Liebert has appeared on behalf of his roshi or teacher. The last time, in 2005, Kanzeon’s publicity manager Cindy Atkins recalls he insisted on the chairs being gathered in a half moon around a tiny stage. “Ottmar likes the audience to be close,” she says. “It’s very moving to see him play. He displays a lot of emotion in his face.”

While song titles such as “Letting Go” and “Beginnings Not One Not Two” reflect his Buddhist interests, she argues, Liebert is more interested in increasing audience accessibility to his music, rather than narrowing it with particular associations.

“I try not to be overly explicit,” he says. “Everyone should have their own interpretation.”

Although Liebert has toured with his three to nine-piece jazz-flamenco band Luna Negra since the 1990s, he is relatively new to solo acoustic performing. “At first I wasn’t sure either myself or the audience would enjoy it,” he says. What makes One Guitar for him his best record is the flow of its ideas. He credits 70 percent of it to improvisation. But whether or not he would have that same flow of ideas playing live was another matter. “There’s a certain amount of letting go, of putting your pants down and being naked on stage,” he says about playing solo acoustic live.

Accompanying his guitar work are photographs taken on his travels on different continents. “I had more training in art than in music,” he says. Projecting 700 images from his laptop, one every nine seconds, while playing is like “watching TV with the sound off and listening to Pink Floyd,” he adds.

Critical of instrumental music that is little more than guitar parts st
rung together, he prefers to build his tracks around simple chorus melodies. While the choruses make his instrumentals fluid, he’s also apt to explore intricate structures around them. “Music without words has to be a little more evocative,” he says. He wants listeners who view instrumental music as no more than background music, to “dive into it and give it your own translation.” Some translation is already provided through titles such as “Night Traveling Raindrops,” the track’s chorus a gorgeous re-creation of listening to the rainfall. It was named by a German fan from Bavaria. “This Spring Release 10,000 Butterflies” was a Liebert title. He wrote that song for Genpo’s dharma successor Diane Hamilton. When they met a few months after he finished it, she said she’d been dreaming of butterflies all the previous month. “One of those weird occurrences,” he says.
But even Liebert can come up with the odd dud for a title. The opening track on his best-selling Nouveau Flamenco is titled “Barcelona Nights.” His original title for what he describes as oompah bass and rumba strumming?

Karl Lagerfeld Gives the Commander in Chief a Makeover

He's known for highly acclaimed collections, his distinctly Deutsch look, and a social media savvy kitty, but last week Karl Lagerfeld played the part of politico, lending his artistic skills in honor of Barack Obama's reelection. After discovering the president won at six in the morning his time, the creative dynamo got to sketching—using of course, his trusty shu uemura makeup. The illustration of the president, which appeared last Thursday on page nine of national German newspaper Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, depicted Obama as the "The Biggest Chef in the World," decked out in full kitchen regalia. We're just wondering which of shu's patriotic palette made the cut.

Glitter 101: A Lesson From the Glitziest Brand in Beauty

Once the secret behind dramatic makeup theatrics, the serious drag circuit, or the underground rave scene, glitter is spilling out into a new era. Today’s individuals are embracing multi-colored liners and lip colors with gusto. Maybe it’s because we finally have the technology—textures once reserved for Twilight vampire CGI can now be created right on the skin. New, hypnotizing shadows have come on the market that are unlike anything you’d ever find in the craft aisle. It’s glitter, refined.
Calgary-based Lit Cosmetics is one of the brands leading the blinged out cause. Lit! founder Jodie Perks, a self-professed member of the glitterati, has developed a full range of pigments in the most unique, duochromatic color and size spectrum we’ve seen. We had a sparkle-swatching party in the office and we can assure you it’s nearly impossible to stop playing with these faceted cosmetics, let alone break eye contact from their mesmerizing reflectivity. Pigment aside, Lit's breakthrough adhesive formula is really what makes this brand, and its products, stick.
Lit!’s mission statement is simple: No glitter, no glory. Eager to learn more, we asked Jodie Perks about her sparkling ambitions and got ourselves a little lesson in glitterology.
B: What attracted you to glitter so much in the first place?
12 years ago, I bartended and wanted makeup that showed up at night. At the time, all I could find was one glitter brand with eyelash adhesive, and I got to be known as the glitter girl behind the bar. But I found it was so messy and I couldn’t work with it properly, so I thought there could be a better application process. I thought to myself, I could do something with this, and that was the birth of Lit!
B: Who loves Lit! most?
Glitter is fun on any age, from 9 to 99. I did a promotion for a clothing store recently and I sold glitter to older women on a Wednesday night— they loved it. I just want to catch the entire market. No other company has focused as much as we have just on glitter.
B: All glitters are not made equal—why are different  sizes so important to take into consideration?
When I first opened my glitter store, I noticed some of the sizes were too big. I wore a size four glitter—I looked like a walking disco ball. People wanted a smaller cut so I branched out, and size two is my most popular right now.
B: What makes a glitter good?
I believe good glitter has to be a little bit fluid—when you move it around, it has to have a nice rhythm to it. All colors have a little bit of a different characteristic to them, so you’ll get a few that are a little bit powdery but good. It’s more about the quality of the color itself and the density. A lot of craft glitters have glass in them and shouldn’t be used on the eyes. Cosmetic grade glitter should be oval cut.
B: Is there a difference between pressed and loose glitter?
If you’ve ever tried pressed glitter, you’ll know that the glitter doesn’t sit on the lid. Glitter is glitter, and after a while it falls off the cheekbones. People sometimes use water to make it stick but at the end of the day, it will flake off. I prefer using an eye primer when you can and applying with an adhesive.
B: Tell us about this adhesive!
The backbone to our company is the base—that’s the secret. That’s what keeps the product on, and it gives you the freedom of application! If you want to fan the glitter out lightly or put 10 colors on your eyes, go for it. The base turns the glitter into a controlled product so you can do whatever you want with it.
B: Any current favorites out of all your glitter babies?
I’m kind of funny—I mostly wear the classic ones. I always wear Marilin MonroeGunsmoke, and Seeing Stars! I don’t go too crazy with colors unless its a special occasion and I feel a little nutty. Unless it’s Christmas—in which case I’ll totally wear red and green on my eyes.
B: Where do you want the brand to go from here?
I’m not going into eye shadows, lipsticks, and blushes—why reinvent the wheel? If anything, I’m looking into sexy glitter lotions, even some with SPF for the beach. If you’re on the shore, why not glitter up a bit?
B: All in all, do you think glitter still gets a bad rap?
Definitely, and that’s why I call our size two glitter ‘sexy sophistication’—it’s wearable. Things are changing in makeup from five years ago. A lot of makeup artists didn’t even have glitter in their kits, and now it’s expected and in. Let me rephrase—glitter never went out. Glitter is here to stay, baby. It’s all about getting people to try it—because once it’s on, it’s sold.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Music | Review: Ali thrills; Ghostface Killah, not so much at Harry O’s.


 
 
 
Let me start off by saying that I grew up in Park City—lived there pretty much my whole life. Despite the enormous amounts of development that I have seen in my (relatively) short lifespan, it still retains a certain amount of small-town charm that’s hard to overcome. It’s not uncommon to run into your kindergarten teacher at a grocery store or restaurant and she’ll still recognize you and ask about your family. It’s what Green Acres would be if it was covered with snow eight months out of the year.
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That familiarity is also the reason why I don’t go to bars or clubs up there. The Park City scene is just teeming with people you knew from high school who haven’t gotten over the supposed “coolness” of it (cool like paying twice as much for drinks and watching 30-year-old ladies dress like 16-year-olds). Call me old-fashioned, but I take no pleasure in watching well-known LDS classmates get shit-faced or in seeing the valedictorian dry-hump some well-groomed choch—they’re just awkward situations that I’m better off avoiding.
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But when Ghostface (or any ex-Wu Tang) comes callin’ you have to answer. When a publicist offered up a plus-1 entrance to Hip Hop Live tour at Harry O’s on Wednesday, Nov. 7, suddenly all my principles went out the window.
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Around 10:45, the Rhythm Roots Allstars took the stage and proved to be the perfect warm-up band. A 10-piece from LA, they pummeled out a brief-yet-obligatory set of salsa-y music that had managed to steal the attention of an audience transfixed on the dancing Scary Hoes. They were very talented, technically, but I don’t think a career in the “perfect warm-up band” is something artists generally tend to strive for. Looking around, I could tell that the audience was eating it up, but since most of them looked dangerously underage, I assume that they were just happy to not have their IDs taken away.
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Those PC kids are clever, I know.
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Brother Ali was the first rapper to perform, with the Allstars as his back-up band. I have to say I was a little skeptical when I saw the 30-ish, overweight, albino rapper take the stage, but he unleashed what was to be the night’s most captivating performance. With a ferocity that white-rappers seem to feel they have to possess to compete in the hip-hop world (see Sage Francis), Ali’s nonstop flow ranged from angry to less-angry. Between songs, he would pay homage to the world of hip-hop, obviously excited to share the stage with his personal icons. Before his voice could give out (and it was on its way) he left us with a touching song about his kid. The emotion and sincerity was so high that he left the stage to the crowd chanting “ALI, ALI!”
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width=200I want to take this moment digress. A couple years ago, I had the opportunity to see comedian Tracy Morgan for free in Santa Clara. His Brian Fellows was one of my favorite SNL characters at the time, so you can imagine my excitement. It might have been a bad night for him, but it turned out to be the least funny performance I have ever seen. I’m as politically-incorrect as the next guy, but his set made up of “cumming on the ass” and retard jokes just came off as mean-spirited. I felt taken advantage of, like he destroyed every perception of him I had. I’m still baffled by how funny he is on 30 Rock. Anyway, seeing Ghostface Killah reminded me of that night.
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Ghostface came out to a crowd ready to throw themselves at him; Ali had revved us up and all Ghostface had to do was deliver. One by one, a posse of rappers emerged on stage until Ghostface had three or four other rappers onstage with him. Maybe it was supposed to remind the audience of an ensemble, like Wu-Tang, but it just came off as an unfocused effort. Ghostface often relied on this other emcees to carry the songs while he chimed in every once in awhile—and they weren’t that good. If you’ve ever been to a karaoke performance where there are more than three people onstage, then you’ll know what I’m talking about: everybody’s shouting over each other in one blurred, sloppy chant.
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They would often start songs, maybe playing a verse or two before getting sidetracked trying to make the crowd chant “Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nothing ta fuck wit!” They would play Wu-Tang medleys, mix them with an ODB song and then maybe turn it into half of a Ghostface song. I think maybe they played three complete songs during the grating set, including unnecessarily long between-song banter. Somehow it took Ghostface around five minutes to tell the story of how “greedy bitches stole my cookies” before launching into the song “Greedy Bitches.” He would hold songs while making ridiculous requests to the light guy (“I just want red! None of this blinking shit!”). The crowd grew wary and had noticeably thinned by the time Ghostface finished. Even the Allstars looked lost, which confirms my belief that having a live band backing rappers isn’t always a good thing.
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The tragic thing is, Ghostface’s album Fishscale is ill by all definitions. It would be unfair to suspect that such an amazing album came about by accident, but it’s hard not to think that after his performance last night.
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Anyway, Rakim was good, but we didn’t stay through his whole set. It’s hard to get back into the groove after such a major disappointment, so we said goodnight to the Scary Hoes and made our way out the door, but not before recognizing one of the doormen as a former-PC football player. Ugh.
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Death Cab for Cutie

The concepts behind Codes & Keys

 Death Cab for Cutie

Calling City Weekly from Alpharetta, Ga.—60 miles from where Death Cab for Cutie had their asses handed to them (twice), Death Cab guitarist and producer Chris Walla doesn’t wanna talk WhirlyBall. He doesn’t even like it.

In 2008, Death Cab filmed a dozen MTV spots and one music video where they played the hottest sport on the planet: WhirlyBall. They’ve even faced Team Chunklet (staffers from the Georgia-based snark rag) and been declared by Chunklet publisher Henry Owings as one of only three worthy opponents they’ve faced in their so-far undefeated existence. “Death Cab was one of the better ones, but not the best,” says Owings. “That’d be Arcade Fire. Easy.”

Late Utah inventor Stan Mangum designed WhirlyBall—a fast-growing team sport combining jai alai, basketball and something like bumper cars—in the early 1960s. Walla’s bandmates Ben Gibbard, Jason McGerr and Nick Harmer probably would’ve enjoyed chatting about the game, but not this guy. There’s a reason he only played “Chris ‘Sideline’ Walla,” Team DCFC’s hotheaded coach, in the vids. Not that he’s a grouch; he’s a nice, mellow guy. He just doesn’t dig WhirlyBall.

But that’s OK; we found a few other things to discuss.

No Walla-Watch?
Last time we shot the proverbial substance with Walla, Canadian customs agents had confiscated and held the master recordings for Walla’s solo album Field Manual for no good reason. Did this heinous deed result in his placement on terrorist watch lists? “I don’t think I landed on any lists … That couple of weeks was really tedious and kinda stupid, but it all turned out all right. Everything’s cool.” The worst that happened? “[They always tell me my] passport’s in really bad shape. Well, I’ve had it in my pocket for, like, six years.”

The Marginalized Guitarist
Death Cab’s new album, Codes & Keys, is noted for having less guitar than previous releases. How does Walla feel, being marginalized in his own band? “It was kinda my idea.” The guitar, he says, is a “really immediate, really impulsive instrument.” DCFC’s last record had that vibe because Walla put everyone in a room and had them play live. This time, he wanted to slow the process down and create a more considered album. The guitar, then, had to fill a different role. “[It was a matter of] taking control of that process and making the guitars the punctuation on the sentence rather than the sentence itself.”

Bedazzling or Befuddling?
A major influence for Codes & Keys is Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark’s (OMD) 1983 album Dazzle Ships. “[It] was a big chunk of the inspiration for this record. Weirdly, it almost ended their career when they put it out.” The problem, Walla explains, is that OMD’s record label wanted hit singles, and Dazzle featured mostly experimental “bizarre … patchwork” music. Without making a direct comparison to Codes, Walla notes that Dazzle is the album “everyone points to as [OMD’s] magnum opus. It’s really a gorgeous album. It’s daring and it’s weird and it leans a lot on the paranoia of the Cold War.” It’s interesting because Codes has gotten reviews on both ends of the spectrum.

Death Cab for Lucie?
Speakin’ of paranoia, City Weekly asked Walla if Codes & Keys is, as the title may allude, laden with backward messages from Satan.

“Uh … I don’t think there are any,” he says, before quickly correcting himself. “There are a couple little backward bits, where I flipped the tape over. If you play ‘Underneath the Sycamore’ backward you [hear] pieces of the string parts from ‘Codes & Keys,’ but that’s about it.”

That’s it? Come on, man. You’d be the perfect band to revive puttin’ devil stuff in rock & roll—nobody would see it comin’.

“We’ll get there at some point.”

What, Me Whirly?

“Oh, I didn’t realize that was the case,” Walla says upon learning WhirlyBall’s Salt Lake City origins and that the Mangums continue to manufacture all the original equipment here for their franchisees. “That’s awesome,” Walla says. But it changes nothing. “I have never played WhirlyBall, and I don’t really enjoy [it]. But my band has played off and on, yeah.”

If Buster Posey Painted His Nails for the Giants Parade, This is How They’d Look

San Francisco has orange and black on the mind—not just for All Hallow's Eve, but in honor of the baseball team who just clinched their second World Series championship in three years! Naturally, the city decided to celebrate their triumph with a massive parade downtown—no doubt on the same day we were planning on wearing orange and black anyway. Whether you're as excited about the victory as we are or simply crave classic, Halloween beauty, we're rooting for these makeup and nail looks below.

Jaguar Love

Wild Things: Portland's Jaguar Love hit the dance floor.



When art-punk doomsayers The Blood Brothers called it quits in late 2007, Johnny Whitney and Cody Votolato still hadn’t considered their futures. A talk or two later and the vocalist/guitarist decided to stick together.

Bringing in Jay Clark of the also-deceased Pretty Girls Make Graves as bassist and drummer, Jaguar Love formed, reeling in influences and ambitions that were fresh to two guys who had spent a decade in their previous group.

Take Me to the Sea, Love’s 2008 debut, saw the trio trekking into soulful indie/ post-punk. They retained a few tools from the Brothers’ repertoire (a love for over-the-top song titles like “Vagabond Ballroom” and “Bonetrees and a Broken Heart”) and dialed down the overt sense of mayhem (“Highways of Gold” featured harmonies sparkling among chaos). Overall, the experience was distinct but not too adventurous. With Hologram Jams, their sophomore LP released last week by Fat Possum Records, Jaguar Love spins an entirely different story.

“Take Me is more of a classic rock-feeling record,” explains Votolato, whereas Hologram is a “a shiny, dance-y, fun record.” His analysis is apropos: Trading jagged guitars for bouncy synth theatrics, he and Whitney have made something far brighter than anything their old band produced.

Hologram Jams shows off an outfit unafraid to polish their material for new guests. Spunky though not carefree, there’s an unexpectedly affable tint to the whole affair—like the album is overseen by a neon sign (inviting, not dreary). The electrified rhythms are inescapable, but deft tracks like “Polaroids and Red Wine” make the search for killer hooks worth it. Owing to the players’ unrefined sonic pasts, an edgy undercurrent lurks beneath the glammed-up surface.

In February 2009, Whitney announced in a MySpace blog that Clark had left the group. Around that time frame, the former Brothers put their second album into motion. “It’s been super-cool making this with one person. We have a lot of faith in each other,” attests Votolato. “There’s not a lot of ego and criticism involved. It’s more a support system.”

The duo wrote Hologram Jams by kicking ideas around in e-mails—while they were both in the same city. Situated in their respective Portland, Ore., residences, the pair only congregated to rehearse for concerts. The guitarist is certain that the unusual approach paid off. “There was no sitting in the practice space jamming for hours, getting nowhere. It was all very focused.”

In the same MySpace bulletin that made Clark’s exit public, Whitney hinted at Hologram’s off-kilter spectacle by calling it “Daft Punk meets New Order meets Black Flag.” With the album long completed, Votolato still vouches for the comparison, by and large (“It gets a funny reaction”) but wants to throw in “something melodic” to account for the airy melancholy that envelops “Evaline.”

Even with an outspoken interest in electronica, hip-hop, and pop, the element that keeps Jaguar Love from hitting allout dance party mode is Whitney’s vocals.

His high-pitched caterwaul has cooled off since his stint in Brothers but still carries a traumatized, fractured tone that grates easily. Despite this, Votolato still swears by his bandmate’s singing. “I’m of the opinion that he can sing over anything,” he says. “Johnny’s got a polarizing voice. Some people really don’t like it.” From the guitarist’s perspective, that unmistakable flavor is ultimately an asset: “It doesn’t meet in the middle [like] ‘Yeah, he can sing, cool, but he sounds just like every other indie rocker.’”

As of late, the two-piece employed a drummer to flesh out their touring act. Votolato believes that the “less abrasive” nature of their work (in comparison to the Brothers) means the pair might be able to achieve wider success, eventually leading to (fingers crossed) tours in Japan and South America. Though they haven’t expressed any post-Hologram hopes, the love for dance music will continue to play a prominent role in their oeuvre. Most of all, Votolato doesn’t want Jaguar Love to ever rest on an unruly attitude—a far cry from The Blood Brothers’ violent imagery.
“People hardly know us, so it’s hard to think about how we’ll be remembered,” he says, “but it’d be cool if people remembered us as something that inspired positivity and love.”