MARK KOZELEK
Lincoln Hall, Chicago - 12/19/13
Anyone who’s followed the career of Mark Kozelek knows that the man has turned self-indulgence into an art form. In fact, when pesky record companies balked at his ambitions, such as releasing an album of Modest Mouse covers, he simply started up his own record company (Caldo Verde) so he could release whatever he wanted. Since that inaugural Modest Mouse album (Tiny Cities), he’s released official and special edition records at such a clip that you’d be forgiven for thinking they serve simply as excuses to feature photos he likes on the covers. Three studio records under his Sun Kil Moon moniker (April, Admiral Fell Promises, and Among the Leaves); two Mark Kozelek cover version albums (The Finally LP and Like Rats), countless live albums (okay, I’ll count them... hold on... nine! Okay, to be fair most of those are limited edition giveaways when you purchase from Caldo Verde, but still!); plus Kozelek’s collaborations with Jimmy Lavalle (Perils from the Sea) and Desertshore (Mark Kozelek and Desertshore). And 2014 promises a new Sun Kil Moon album (Benji), a Christmas carols album, and yet another limited edition live album (or ten).
In some ways, this abundance of material is admirable. After all, seeing an artist take full control of every aspect of his art and staying true to his vision is in many ways a fulfilling sight. But there is a good reason why self-indulgence isn’t considered a virtue. During his 22 song set at Lincoln Hall Thursday night, Kozelek seemed almost wilfully determined not to give the people what they want, and to rub their noses in it for good measure. It wasn’t quite Metal Machine Music-level derision for his fans, but let’s just say that Kozelek didn’t make himself any friends this night. How do you disenchant an audience of long-time devotees braving a rainy weekday night in Chicago in three easy steps? STEP ONE: PLAY STUFF NO ONE HAS HEARD Of the twenty-two songs that Mark played, six were from the unreleased album Benji, three were from his obscure collaboration with Desertshore, four were from his equally obscure collaboration with Jimmy Lavalle, and two were written by his friend Owen Ashworth (Advance Base, Casiotone for the Painfully Alone) who came onstage to play keyboards and provide vocals. (In fact, he sang one of his songs, leaving Mark to just strum along and sing backing vocals.) Now, I’m not so great at math, but I believe that means that 68% of the songs played were tunes that the majority of the crowd didn’t know. Of the rest, three were Christmas carols. Which leaves exactly four songs for the casual Kozelek fan to get enthusiastic about: his version of AC/DC’s “Rock and Roll Singer,” “Sunshine in Chicago” and “Among the Leaves” from 2012’s Among the Leaves, and “Alesund” from 2010’s Admiral Fell Promises. And though those are fine songs, they’re not exactly all-time classics. Overheard while leaving the venue: “He played way too much from Benji.” STEP TWO: ASK FOR REQUESTS AND THEN IGNORE THEM Numerous times during tuning breaks between songs (alternate tunings + one guitar = interminable tuning breaks), Mark selected individuals from the crowd (female, of course) and asked them what they’d like to hear. One girl let us all down by saying, unhelpfully, “Every song you’ve ever written!” But most people had opinions. And if they were slow on the draw, the crowd began to shout out their wish list as well. “Grace Cathedral Park! Trailways! Salvador Sanchez! Carry Me Ohio! Glenn Tipton!” And every time, Mark acted like he was thinking about it, then proceeded to ignore all the requests. In fact, a couple of times, he acted like he was struggling to think of something – ANYTHING! – to play… as the song titles rained down upon him. He tried to make excuses by saying that he hadn’t adequately practiced for the tour and that’s why he couldn’t play the requested songs – but that’s almost a bigger insult than just coming straight out and saying, “I don’t feel like playing any of the songs you’re requesting”. As he played a lovely version of the Pretenders’ “2000 Miles” towards the end of the show, I thought of an interview I once read with Chrissie Hynde where she talked about how she hates the song “Brass In Pocket” but she plays it at every show anyway because the fans love it and it belongs to them now and you need to make them happy. If only Mark could have had a little of that attitude and bothered to refresh himself on the chords to “Grace Cathedral Park,” “Katy Song,” “Carry Me Ohio,” “Mistress” – a little bone to toss out for the long-time fans who, like it or not, have intense attachment to some of the older songs. But no, it was just tease, tease, tease – with no payoff. Overheard in the balcony: “Why are you asking us? You’re just gonna play what you want anyway!” STEP THREE: INSULT THE DUDES It’s well-known that Mark Kozelek strongly favors his female fans. And it’s also known that he has a bit of a caustic sense of humor. And although he was joking, and in some ways the things he said last night were funny, in other ways they were pretty insulting. When one man asked him, “Mark, would you consider playing something off Ghosts of the Great Highway?” instead of, you know, playing something off Ghosts of the Great Highway, he spent about five minutes mocking the “nerdiness” of the request and suggesting the ways that this guy would ask his GF to have sex. It was funny for about 20 seconds, then I just really felt bad for the guy. He mocked another couple of guys in the front as well. Being Chicago indie nerds, the men all took their insults in good nature, but I’m sure the men in the balcony beside me were quite relieved with their seating choice. Overheard in the balcony: “God, that was so mean!” SUMMARY Now, this isn’t to say that Mark put on a bad show: au contraire. His acoustic guitar playing has never been better and he was in great voice. The Christmas carols were gorgeous, especially his version of “2000 Miles” – and a few other songs were radiant, especially “Among the Leaves”. A talent like Mark’s shines through regardless of the quality of the material. However, after having spent a week listening to a preview copy of Benji, I can say that this new batch of songs is his weakest ever. Having your own label gives you the ability to put out anything you want – and in Mark’s case, it also means he has lost all sense of quality control. Although he’s always played loosely with song structure, somewhere around the April album, Mark gave up on the concept of choruses or bridges, and most of his songs now consist of verse after verse after tedious verse. Many of the songs have a rambling talkin’ blues monotony that is light years away from the gorgeous melodies of yore, and the lyrics have taken on a “What Shall I Write About Today?” quality that makes me think of checklists and workplace drudgery. “I’m gonna write about my family. Let’s see – Mom… ‘I Can’t Live Without My Mother’s Love,’ check! Dad… ‘I Love My Dad,’ check! My Uncle… ‘Truck Driver,’ check!” The new lyrics are first-draft quality: clumsy and stream-of-consciousness, plain-speak instead of poetry. Where once he could conjure up intense emotions with a single line, he now can’t seem to stop rambling long enough to come up with a melody. And the intense emotions he’s trying to convey – the love he feels for his mother and father, the tragic loss of his uncle, the f***ed-up state of America – get lost in the clumsy jumble. A talent like Mark’s shines through regardless of the quality of the material.
Some of the sad lyrics are so ridiculous that they brought out inappropriate laughter from the crowd, especially after the portentous opening line of “Truck Driver”: “My uncle died in a fire on his birthday”. “What’s funny about that?” protested Mark in jest, before just managing to get through the line a second time to even bigger laughter. The new songs focus primarily on tragedy and death which Mark said caused a friend of his to tell him, “Every song makes me feel like sh**”. Mark’s dry sense of humor kept us laughing despite the grim subject matter of the music. A friend suggested that maybe these ridiculous new songs might indicate that Benji is Mark’s “comedy record”. Perhaps that’s true and perhaps I’m just being unfair. Maybe it’s okay to say that this new style of songwriting and singing that Mark has chosen to embrace is just not my cup of tea. I always have those old Red House Painters records to cherish forever. Which reminds me…
DISCLOSURE I’ve seen a lot of great bands in my life but the single greatest moment I ever experienced in a concert happened at a Red House Painters show in 1994 in a tiny basement club in San Francisco. Mark came out onstage and began to play a solo version of “Grace Cathedral Park”. The microphone was giving him issues so he decided to step away and sing sans amplification and his voice soared through that dingy little room. As I stood there in the small crowd, I was mesmerized; from that moment, I rarely missed a chance to see Mark play. I know it’s unfair, but I think I’m always looking for that transcendent moment to be recreated, which has caused persistent disappointment throughout the years. And given my reaction to Benji, maybe it’s time for me to stop looking, shake Mark’s hand, say thank you for the memories, and wish him good luck. And judging by the disappointed comments I heard as I left the venue, I think there may be others who feel the same way, too. |
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