“Is it in fact unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latterday sins, is it better to burn out or fade away?”

Although the artist in question was Stevie Wonder, to my mind it applied just as much to Elton John.

Incidentally, this exchange takes place between Dick, Barry and Rob in High Fidelity’s High_Fidelity_FiveChampionship Vinyl – a breeding ground for deep observations such as Wonder’s “crimes in the 80’s and 90’s”.

While Elton John undeniably created some of the best pop music EVER in the early 70’s, he has grossly under-performed for stretches since – my observation for Dick and friends if given the chance.

Of course a fan could argue that drugs and drink got in the way and that he’s now back at the top of his game.  Still, I’d have a hard time getting past the Disney catalog and the new hair.  Sorry.

Not a fan of Elton John post-Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, nor musicals as films post-West Side Story for that matter, I was blown away by the recent biopic Rocketman.

Where Across the Universe used the Beatles’s music, but not their story, it’s another example of compelling storytelling through an artists’ work.  Only this time the story is John’s tragic life pre-sobriety – heavy on the 70’s.

Although I’m a HUGE fan of the Beatles and I highly doubt anyone will touch their sixties output, Elton John and his songwriting partner Bernie Taupin gave them a run for their money from ’69 – ’74.

Although the lyrics came from Taupin, you’d be forgiven for thinking young Reg Dwight aka Elton John had written the songs himself –  “I’m a juvenile product of the working class…whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.” – “Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting” ’73


I know there’s an argument to be made that Stevie Wonder’s early 70’s output is just as impressive.  And, he wrote the music and the words.

However, I didn’t grow up with his music.  In fact, my first memory of Wonder is of him accompanied by pre-Sir Paul McCartney on the number one hit, “Ebony and Ivory”.  After Sunday church I could just catch the last ½ hour of Casey Kasem’s “American Top 40”.  Sadly, the crimes weren’t far off.

One of the albums in my family’s collective record collection was Elton John’s Greatest Hits from 1974 – a collection of 10 songs from his first 5 albums.

That record collection included a box of my mom’s old 45’s.  Yes, from a time back “when me and Suzy had so much fun”.

Like Wonder, John’s early – mid 70’s work is brilliant.  I reckon he could have easily filled another 2 or 3 albums with great songs.

So brilliant in fact that it would overshadow anything that came afterwards.

Sadly, even if John, Wonder or even McCartney continue to crank out great music, there’s no overcoming the “nothing could possibly be better than this” curse.

One of my favorite points in Rocketman comes when John makes his American debut at the Troubador in West Hollywood circa 1970.

As a native of Los Angeles and a big fan of John’s early 70’s output, I’ve always loved this story – long before I saw the movie.

Beyond the film, this little club plays a huge part in the history of American pop-rock-folk music.

In fact, in the summer of 2009 I saw James Taylor and Carole King play the Hollywood Bowl on the “Troubador Reunion Tour” – both singer songwriters a part of its rich tapestry (sorry, Carol!).

Incidentally, Taylor and King played their first Troubador show together in November, 1970, three months after John’s big debut.

Before coming out West, Carol King had been an integral part of Manhattan’s Brill Building hit factory churning out songwriters from King to Neil Diamond in the 60’s.

Legend has it that Neil Diamond was in the audience at John’s American debut – among other future legends.

One of Taylor’s paramours and creative muse for a short time, Joni Mitchell was one of the talented females on the scene.

“Like Paris was to the Impressionists and the post-Impressionists, L.A. was the hotbed of all musical activity. The greatest musicians in the world either live here or pass through here regularly,” according to the “Lady of the Canyon”.

From The Mama’s and the Papa’s and Buffalo Springfield in the 60’s to Jackson Browne and the Eagles in the 70’s, it was an absolute “hotbed of musical activity”, the beginnings of which are brilliantly documented in Echo in the Canyon.

In addition to Mr. Diamond, legend has it that David Crosby and a few Beach Boys were at the Troubador that night.

Yeah, I know. Frank Sinatra, J. Edgar Hoover and Howard Hughes were all present when Marilyn Monroe sang “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” at JFK’s 45th birthday party.

I like to think that a young Glen Frey and Don Henley were there too.  After all, Glen Frey and Jackson Browne shared an apartment in nearby Echo Park.

Although the Eagles came along a few years after the Canyon’s heyday, they, along with Browne, Taylor and Crosby, Stills and Nash carried the melodic pop and ethereal harmonies for a few more years.


It’s a funny thing – the “family record collection”.  I suppose growing up in any house with siblings there’s bound to be a mix of your parents’ old records, a handful of pre-kids’ ones when they were still hip and then a random mix of novelty and other kid-friendly ones documenting the growing brood.

Right before Simon and Garfunkel’s Bridge Over Troubled Waters stood Debby Boone’s You Light Up My Life.  Right behind it, Neil Diamond’s The Jazz Singer.  A mixed bag, indeed.

Bottom line – if they were once collectors, it all ended with the first child.  Or at the latest, the second.

At the ripe age of eight, I recall my Top 5 records looking something like this:

I don’t know if Dick, Barry and Rob would approve of my eight-year old taste but I’m proud to say that my two favorite songs circa 1980 were prominently featured in Rocketman – “Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting” and “Crocodile Rock”.

What did your Top 5 look like at eight years old?





Warning:  There’s nothing new about the media I’m about to feature.  However, it’s all highly intelligent.

After finally catching up with The Wire, I’m starting to believe that The Golden Age of TV is over.  Incidentally, I now understand why many consider it the greatest show of all-time.

Picasso_three_musiciansA long time ago on a continent far, far away…

…Impressionism, Cubism and a few other innovative movements sprang out of the Parisian art scene.  Paul Cézanne, Claude Monet and Pablo Picasso are just a few of the talented artists behind The Golden Age of Art (1870 -1930).  Because of this revolution in thinking and practice, art would never be the same.

100 years later…a different kind of golden age was upon us.  Although shorter in length and far removed from the canvas, the world would become intimate with the inner and outer lives of Don Draper, Tony Soprano, Walter White and a few other anti-heroes from 1999 to 2015.  How and what we watch on TV would never be the same.

With Netflix, Amazon and a dozen other production houses churning out high quality shows year after year, I realize I’m in the minority here.  However, after watching The Wire methodically explore the systemic rot of a handful of Baltimore’s civic institutions, I wonder if today’s audience would have the patience to sit through five seasons of this kind of intelligent “slow burn” again.  The kind of nail-biting, slow-burning storytelling built around the inner and outer struggles of its protaganists.  The same kind employed by Leo Tolstoy in his epic novels in late 19th-century Russia.

In arguably the greatest novel of all-time, Anna Karenina doesn’t show upAnna Karenina until halfway through the book.  And it’s a big one.  Do you think viewers would have minded if Walter White hadn’t showed up until season 3 of Breaking Bad?

Incidentally, when describing my experience of watching all five seasons of Six Feet Under, the only thing I could compare it to was reading a great Russian novel And I loved Tolstoy’s Karenina and War and Peace, despite and perhaps because of the meticulous attention to detail.  Don’t know if I’d do it again, though.



Starting with the show that kicked it all off in 1999, here are my top 5 series of all-time (in the order I watched them):

  1. The Sopranos 1999-2007
  • What’s it about?

An emotionally stunted, highly explosive man-child at the top of an illicit empire tries to live a quiet suburban life.

  • What compelled me to keep watching it?

The messy but facsinating relational dynamics between Tony and his mother, his sister, his wife, and most of all his therapist.

Watch him squirm in a therapy session:


  1. Six Feet Under 2001 – 2005
  • What’s it about?

A traumatized family tries to cope with the unexpected death of its patriarch while surrounded by death (mortuary is family business and family home).

  • What compelled me to keep watching?

The messy, fascinating relational dynamics between three very different siblings connected by a crazy-making mother (my favorite of the bunch).

Watch the Fisher brothers clash over the family business:


  1. Mad Men 2007-2015
  • What’s it about?

Wildly talented ad man steals dead man’s identity fooling everyone but himself.

  • What compelled me to keep watching it?

The messy, fascinating relationship between larger-than-life Don Draper and his former everyman self, Dick Witman.

Watch Don sit down to dinner with wife and kids after a hard day’s work:


  1. Breaking Bad 2008 – 2013:
  • What’s it about?

Ostensibly mild-mannered high school teacher embraces his dark side with a last attempt to realize his true, unrealized potential.

  • What compelled me to keep watching it?

The messy, fascinating relational dynamics resulting from Walter White’s blind, destructive pursuit to leave a legacy behind.

Watch Walt tell wife Skyler who she really needs to fear:


5. The Wire: 2002 – 2008

  • What’s it about?

A gritty, realistic portrait of an American city’s police, educational, political and print media institutions and the implications for the society for which the city serves.

  • What compelled me to keep watching it?

The relational dynamics between a handful of flawed individuals trying, succeeding and failing to do the right thing in the highly flawed systems in which they work.

Watch police detective Jimmy McNultly express his feelings without regard to the consequences of his words:



On reviewing my top 5, it’s probably no mystery what binds these series together.  You guessed it –  the family and relational dynamics.

Don’t get my wrong, I like zombies and vampires as much as the next guy.  However, they’re not real.  I can’t relate to them.  I can relate to two brothers arguing.  I know what it’s like to squirm in a therapy session.  I don’t understand the advertising industry, but I know what it’s like to play a role at work.  I’ve never cooked crystal meth, but I know what wasted potential feels like.  Their external worlds are different from mine, but their internal ones are all too familiar.  And they fascinate me.

“Golden ages contain the seeds of their own demise”, points out Ian Leslie in “Watch it while it lasts: our golden age of television.  Once the Paris art scene grew more settled, a handful of big galleries began to exert disproportionate market power.  Furthermore,  “artists were snapped up by dealers when they were young and encouraged to develop distinctive, consistent styles.  Once the dealers and the artists figured out reliable ways to make money, the art became more predictable and less interesting.”

I don’t know if has already happened in the TV industry, but market saturation and a shift from creativity to commerce are inevitable consequences of any commercially succcessul movement.  Consider that in 2016 there were 455 original series in TV, up from 182 in 2002.

I don’t know if us TV fans will ever be able to agree on a definitive golden age.  Some would argue it happened 50 years before Tony took his first therapy session.  I wasn’t around for I Love Lucy or The Honeymooners so I’m not the definite voice on this argument.  What I can definitively say, however, is that 1999 – 2015 was my Golden Age of TV.

When you look at your top 5, what patterns do you recognize?  What’s the link between them?


Top 5 Winter Holiday Classics

Unlike Will in About a Boy, ‘tis the season I start getting excited about watching some of my favorite films…or at least, a few I enjoy revisting during the winter holiday season.  Even though the holidays might not play a significant role in each, I’ve listed 5 that remind me of this season from Thanksgiving to New Year’s.

In no order of importance, here are 5 films I like watching on my couch, Christmas tree in sight.  Warning: Hugh Grant makes 2 of my top 5.  Love Actually not one of them.

  1. The British Classic – About A Boy 2002

Hugh Grant finally gets a role he can sink his teeth into – a character very much like his true self, IMHO.

Watch how he deals with a request to be guardian of his best friend’s child:

  1. The Critics Choice – The Royal Tenenbaums 2001

Loved by critics and fans alike, this film is one of the best films of this century so far. And Gene Hackman’s last great performance.

Watch the dysfunctional tribe of (former) geniuses bounce off each other:

  1. The New Classic – Silver Linings Playbook 2012

The film that introduced the world to the charisma and chemistry of Jennifer Lawrence and Bradley Cooper.

Watch them argue over which one is crazier:

  1. The 80’s Classic – Planes, Trains & Automobiles 1988

Steve Martin at the top of his game, John Candy as the painfully funny source of his irritation.

Watch Neal Page (Martin) snap and lay into Del “the shower-curtain ring guy” Giffith (Candy):

  1. The Y2K Classic – Bridget Jones’s Diary 2001

Blind dates, one-night stands, crazy fitness fads – this film captures what is means to be awkwardly single at the end of the 20th/start of the 21st  century.

Watch “Brenda” make one of the worst speeches of all-time:

I’d love to hear which films remind you of the holidays – and which ones you especially like watching this time of year.

Happy holiday viewing!

What does your top 5 look like?  Which films do you enjoy revisiting this time of year?

The Game

Texas. Baseball. 1980. It doesn’t matter. Richard Linklater’s Everybody Wants Some feels like watching a home movie.

In the same way that you could relate to Boyhood if you’ve ever been a child or to the Before trilogy if you’ve ever been in a relationship, you can relate to this film if you grew up with any trace of competitiveness in your bones.


If ever there was an American film maker moving to the beat of his own drummer, it’s Linklater.

The only other artists that remind me of his storytelling style are Henry Miller (stream of consciousness novelist) and the late Polish director Krzysztof Kieślowski.

Incidentally, Julie Delpy features in both Linklater’s 3 Before films and Keislowski’s moody French trilogy, Trois couleurs.


Funnily enough, it wasn’t until Before Midnight and Boyhood that the mainstream started to take notice.

In the era of the blockbuster and franchise movie (Avengers, Hangover 1-3), it’s amazing that a 2 1/2 hour film without a traditional Hollywood story arc can work, i.e. a story without a big unrealistic, show-stopping end…just like in real life. How novel!

Think about it. How likely is it that you go to Vegas for a bachelor party, get roofied and survive a night of mayhem in the city’s underbelly only to make it back for the wedding without a hitch?

Or getting pregnant in high school, deciding to have an abortion but then meeting the perfect barren woman to raise the baby just in time?

Don’t get me wrong, I laughed my ass off at pre-franchise Hangover and Juno is one of my favorite films of the past 10 years. Still, none of that happened to me.

Boyhood did. Before Sunrise-Sunset-Midnight did. And Everybody Wants Some most definitely did.

Growing up in a house with an older brother and a father whose life revolved around sports and games, most everything was a competition. And it was fun.

Living in the Pacific Northwest, rain was pretty much guaranteed on Thanksgiving Day – perfect conditions for the annual “mud bowl” (two-hand touch football between the Nashes and Spiveys in our big back yard).

Summer at the Nash house was like one long tournament – epic ping-pong matches long after dark, two-on-two (basketball) or whiffle (base)ball depending on the numbers. And when things had to be moved inside – Nerf basketball, UNO or boring Trivial Pursuit when grandpa was in town. Just like in the film, it didn’t matter.

I grew up wanting to win, no matter the game or sport (probably more a case of not wanting to lose, in retrospect).

With a brother 8 years my senior and a father who could outrun me despite our 31 year age gap, life could be hard…until I went to summer camp and held court on the ping-pong table.

Things really took off when I went away to college – I was surrounded by other guys who liked to play and didn’t like to lose either.


And that is what the film is about – young men at the top of their game, testosterone raging in their veins, competing for the hottest chick in the bar, the longest bong hit, whatever can be made into a game. No one sitting around alone checking Twitter or Facebook.

If you’re expecting “Revenge of the Jocks” or “Texas Pie”, you’re going to be disappointed – there’s a little T & A but it takes a BIG back seat to the pre-digital, unadulterated gamification.

However, if you grew up around competition or had a strong desire to play and win, this is a must-see film.

And if you missed Boyhood or simply want to experience again a beautiful snapshot in the life of a regular, extraordinary boy named Mason, take 3 1/2 minutes and watch this:


So if you’re in the mood to see a film without big explosions or unexpected twists, a film about a time in the not-so-distant past when we had to think up stuff to play with EACH OTHER, not alone on our phones, this is a film for you.

Do yourself a favor and leave your phone in the car.

If and when you see it, I’d love to hear what it stirred up in you. Please leave me a comment below.


The Imitation Game

Sufjan Stevens Tangled Up in BlueTANGLED UP IN BLUE

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

– Charles Caleb Colton

Say what you will about Mr. Colton’s oft-used quote, but he was definitely on to something.

When Bob Dylan was starting out on the Greenwich Village coffee house circuit in the early 60’s, some critics dismissed him as a pale imitation of Woody Guthrie. As Woody was one of his heroes, I’m sure he wasn’t too bothered.

I wasn’t around for those remarks but I clearly remember ones hurled at Quentin Tarantino’s in the early 90’s – “Martin Scorsese clone”, etc.reservoir dogs

Anyone who’s heard Dylan’s pre-electric music or watched an early Tarantino film recognizes some truth in these observations.

They also recognize that both Dylan and Tarantino went on to craft their own distinct styles while building on the work of their heros.

After all, isn’t imitation a form of flattery?

Yes. And more.

I see it as a natural step to finding one’s own voice.

I’d argue that Dylan borrowed from the great Guthrie on his way to becoming even greater (I’ll let the cinephiles out there debate QT vs. Marty).

To become great in any field, i.e. an original thinker with ideas that make a real impact, you too will have to copy what you…[to continue reading, see The Path to Peak Performance]


Imitation and/or homage very much alive in the new music I heard last year, here are the 3 standouts:

1. Matthew E. White – Fresh Blood

You know how I feel about the big white Yeti from Virginia (if not, see “White Is the New Black”).

2. Father John Misty – I Love You, Honeybear

To sample the work of the Padre, check out these dance moves pre-Honeybear:

3. Sufjan Stevens – Carrie & Lowell

Although I’ve casually followed this eccentric Brooklynite for a good 10 years, nothing prepared me for this.


Returning to ‘Greatness via Imitation’, Sufjan Stevens finds his own voice while somehow channeling the spirits of Jeff Buckley and Elliot Smith on his 7th studio album.

Inspired by the death of his schizophrenic mother, Carrie is both eerie and ethereal. His sparse guitar picking is pure Smith (no stranger to sadness) while his nuanced voice evokes Buckley at his most vulnerable and intimate.

Inspired by the death of his schizophrenic mother, ‘Carrie’ is both eerie and ethereal. His sparse guitar picking is pure Smith (no stranger to sadness) while his nuanced voice evokes Buckley at his most vulnerable and intimate.

If you’re a fan of either of these 20th century originals, give this a listen:


I’d love to hear your thoughts on these 21st century anti-rock stars. And what was the best thing you heard last year?


Bad Lieutenant


Ray Donovan is a fixer. When one of Hollywood’s rich and stupid makes a mess, he cleans it up. We’re not talking about dirty dishes.

Ray’s in a bind. His ex-con father owes big money to the Armenian mob. And Mrs. Minassian and her boys are losing patience fast.

Ray DonovanIncidentally, Ray hates his father. However, a couple of his brothers are now involved. Mickey “Mick” Donovan has a bad habit of mixing clean family with dirty business – one reason Ray hates him.

The only Armenian Ray knows is Hasmik – a pop star famous for her curves and a spicy hot “Thighs Go Boom” (think JLo + Kim Kardashian).

Hasmik is currently promoting “One Night in Yerevan”, a ballad about the early 20th century genocide of her ancestors.

Sung in her native Armenian, it’s not getting a lot of airtime (or interest).

He’s obviously done a bit of “work” for Hasmik in the past, although we don’t know specifics.

When Ray approaches her at an after concert party, she’s happy to see him but offended by his assumption.

“You think all Armenians know each other – especially ones like these?!”

“Why should I help your family when your government refuses to recognize the genocide of my great-grandfather, my family!”

“Fair Enough. Sorry about your great grandparents,” he offers as he quietly slips away.

Ray proceeds to track down Flip, another former client who owes him a favor.

It just so happens that the former weatherman has a new prime-time talk show. The big premiere is the next day.

With a bit of strong-armed persuasion involving damning S & M photos, Flip reluctantly (“career suicide”) agrees to put Hasmik on the show, knocking off his big musical act. “Yeven”, not “Thighs”.

Here’s the in-your-face video summary of the Case of the Armenian Diva.

Later that day, Ray accompanies Mick to an over-due “sit down” with the Minassians.

He offers to pay off his father’s debts. Preferring LA without Sr. and Jr., they refuse and draw their weapons.

With a gun pointed at Ray’s head, Hasmik bursts into the room. Action stops. Hugs and kisses are dispersed. Near execution becomes silly misunderstanding.

Click here to continue reading “Good End, Bad Means: A Hollywood Case Study” from my other blog – “The Path to Peak Performance”.


Yes, when I’m not waxing poetic about music, books or films I’m helping people and organizations achieve positive change. But I digress.

Back to the best TV I’ve seen in 2015. In addition to Showtime’s Ray Donovan (1 part Departed-2 parts Sopranos-1 part Californiacation), I’d highly recommend:

The Americans Season 3 (John le Carre writes The Ice Storm part 2)

Fargo Season 2 (“You Betcha” meets No Country for Old Men)

Mr. RobotMr. Robot Season 1 (Social Network meets Girl with Dragon Tattoo)

As a fan of Heathers and a few other classic films from the late 80’s/early 90’s, it was good to see Christian Slater pop up in Robot  – I thought he might have gone the way of the dodo.


What shows turned you on in 2015? If not TV, what movies, books or music lit a fire under you this past year?

Gotta Keep It New to Keep It True

The Ghost of Rock & Roll Past (Part Deux)

Dear friends,

Here are your cumulative answers to the Matthew E. White Tribute Challenge along with my 3 top (strongest influence) choices with corresponding links:

Song #1:  Steady Pace

Your artists-songs:

  • Mungo Jerry – In the Summertime
  • Stealer’s Wheel – Stuck in the Middle with You
  • Earth, Wind & Fire
  • J.J. Cale mixed with Jamiroquai
  • The Band – The Weight
  • Michael Jackson/Jackson 5 – I Want You Back
  • Van Morrison (match)

Your average score:  8

My artist-song:  Van Morrison – Crazy Love (live w Ray Charles)

My score:  7.5

Song #2:  Rock & Roll is Cold

Your artists – songs:

  • Derek & The Dominos (E. Clapton)
  • Eric Clapton – Lay Down Sally/Promises & Jack Johnson
  • The Faces/Small Faces
  • Terence Trent D’arby – Wishing Well + Jack Johnson, ZZ Top & Sonia Dada
  • Van Morrison, Jack Johnson & Warren Zevon (match)

Your average score:  8

My artist/song:  Warren Zevon – Werewolves of London

My score:  10

Song #3:  Feeling Good is Good Enough

Your artists – songs:

  • The Beatles – Hey Jude
  • Eric Clapton – Slowhand
  • Ben Harper
  • Hall & Oates (early)
  • Marvin Gaye meets The Band arranged by Becker and Fagan (Steely Dan) + The Beatles – Hey Jude
  • Hall and Oates – Sarah Smile + Elton John (match)
  • The Rolling Stones

Your average score:  6.8

My artist – song:  Elton John-Tiny Dancer (from Almost Famous)

My score:  8

Thanks for playing and have a great summer!

The Ghost of Rock & Roll Past

“I saw rock and roll future and its name is Bruce Springsteen.”

In 1974 music critic Jon Landau made this bold claim.

Well, I’m no Jon Landau nor have I been visited by any Dickensian Ghosts but I do believe I’ve just seen rock and roll past…and it resembles the Yeti…in white.

Matthew E. White

The missing link between Stevie Wonder ’72 & James Murphy ’05

Here’s the song that blew me away when I heard it a few months ago:

Big Love

Part soul man, part funk meister, this anti-hipster from Richmond, Virginia knows how to pay tribute to the greats without ripping them off.

And if White resembles any part of the future of rock and roll circa 2015, I’m in.


For about 10 years between 1997 and 2007 there was no activity I spent more time on than reading about music. But before we go there, a brief history…

I came into pop music consciousness in late 1980, early 1981. I clearly remember listening to John Lennon’s (Just Like) Starting Over climb up Casey Kasem’s American Top 40 shortly after his death.

Kasey Casem

One too many “long distance dedications”

If the warmhearted DJ was also a big part of your youthful weekends, you might enjoy Casey’s little studio meltdown (warning – contains explicit language):  Meltdown

Eventually my love for the iconic countdown waned, but not for music.

I spent countless hours practicing my fall-away jumper to the sounds of the Thompson Twins and The Doors blaring out my bedroom window.

In defense of my 14 year-old self, I recently heard the Twins’ If You Were Here and was amazed by how good it was…but that could very well be a case of nostalgia clouding judgement. Any thoughts?

Music was front and center of everything I did through high school, college and beyond.


What changed around 1997 was the reading part.

Sure I’d picked up the occasional Rolling Stone in high school but it wasn’t until living in Far East Asia in the mid-90’s that I learned to appreciate the written word…

Finding an English book or magazine in Inchon, South Korea in 1995 was like finding high-speed internet in Siberia during a snowstorm.

However it was in a tiny shop close to the DMZ where I picked up an indie sampler CD featuring two artists that would change my life forever.

Jeff Buckley’s Grace would go on to become one of my favorite songs of all-time and Wonderwall, well, more on Oasis later.

A few years after my stint on the Korean border, I landed in the more pop-friendly city of Matsuyama, Japan.

Matsuyama even offered a full-fledged Tower Records where I made regular purchases of CD’s and magazines. The year was 1997 and the Union Jack was everywhere.

Brit Pop

Faster than a cannonball…

It was at this time I picked up a copy of The Beatles newly released Anthology 3 “warts and all” collection.

It should be noted that in addition to the comprehensive BBC Anthology series, the Gallaghers had played a big role in the renewed interest in the lads.

So while buried in Brit Pop at its drug-addled peak I was discovering late-period Beatles, beards and all.

The Beatles

Lennon’s suit look familiar?

It also happened to be the first time in my life I was living alone. I cooked, read, even exercised in the confines of my tiny flat, making for an intense listening experience – every word, every note, every joke intimate.

Here’s one from Paul Ramon, Winston Legthigh and mates circa ’68:  Los Paranoias

The listening had suddenly shifted from dorm room passive to Cracker Jacks box active – a familiar setting from my childhood.

A few years later I’d be living in a new country, no longer alone but with the reading part at full throttle. There was even a point at the dawn of the new millennium when I found myself subscribing to three music magazines at once.

Needless to say, there wasn’t a whole lot of work getting done at the breakfast table. But after years of intense listening I was starting to connect some big dots…

“So before the Stones, Ronnie Wood was with The Faces…and before he was a Face, he and Rod Stewart played with The Jeff Beck Group…and what about that first band that turned into the Faces, those little guys? They were damn good”…and so it went.

Incidentally, the music I love most today was crystallized through all that digging.

As long as I’m alive I’m convinced that pop music will never be better than The Beatles between ’65 – ’69, The Rolling Stones from ’68 to ’72 and a handful of other greats during those same years – many of whom you just might hear in White’s humble musical output.


But rather than take my word for it, let’s play a little game.

It’s called “The Matthew E. White Tribute Challenge”.

Here’s how to play:

  1. Watch video, listen to full song (eyes closed if helpful).
  2. Which artist and song does White’s track remind you of (more than 1 answer possible)?
  3. On a scale from 1 – 10, how do you rate his song/tribute?

Please share your answers with me in the comments below and I’ll let you know if they match mine. Happy listening!

Good Night

Bruce on Paul's Piano

This is a tribute to the man who set the bar high for musical guests on talk shows.

To see David Letterman’s commitment to high quality music & edgy artists over the last 33 years, watch a burn-the-house-down classic from The Boss, Reagan-era Dylan sounding more The Knack than Bob Dylan, Sir Paul “Get(ting) Back” on top of a NYC roof 40 years after he & the lads burned down the rooftop of 3 Savile Row…and 7 more memorable moments:

David Letterman’s Top 10 Musical Moments

So a big “thank you” to Dave and a fond farewell to one of the greatest comedy & musical institutions in TV history.

Closing out The White Album and signalling perhaps the beginning of the Beatles’ end, I offer these parting words…

Now it’s time to say good night
Good night, sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night, sleep tight

Would love to hear which of these moments you enjoyed most. Thanks for sharing!