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His boots have walked beyond the pale…

For some reason, it hasn’t made the major news sites yet, but per his official MySpace page and through his publicist, it’s been made official that Lee Hazlewood has succumbed to renal cancer. I really didn’t know Hazlewood beyond much more than his name, his association with Nancy Sinatra, and the fact that he’d written “These Boots Were Made for Walkin’,” but earlier this year, I fell in love with his swan song, Cake or Death, which inspired me to start filling in his back catalog; as such, I’m sorry to hear this news and wish more than anything that I’d discovered his work sooner than I did.

Here’s the text from the aforementioned notice on his MySpace page:

HIS BOOTS WILL KEEP ON WALKING

LEE HAZLEWOOD:
9 July 1929 – 4 August 2007

Kiss all the pretty ones goodbye
Give everyone a penny that cry
You can throw all my tranquil’ pills away
Let my blood pressure go on its way
For my autumn’s done come
My autumn’s done come.

Lee Hazlewood, My Autumn’s Done Come

We are sad to announce that LEE HAZLEWOOD has died peacefully at his home outside Las Vegas, USA, after a three year struggle with cancer. He celebrated his 78th birthday earlier this month surrounded by family and friends from around the world. He passed away on August 4th, 2007, in Henderson, Nevada, and is survived by his son Mark, his daughters Debbie and Samantha, and his devoted wife Jeane.

For over half a century, LEE HAZLEWOOD proved himself to be one of the most ingenious, inspired and impressively stubborn sons-of-a-bitch the music industry ever saw. His career – a word that HAZLEWOOD himself scorned – saw him take on almost every aspect of the music industry – a word that HAZLEWOOD himself was equally dismissive of – and come out on top every time. Most famous for his work with Nancy Sinatra – he wrote and produced many of her biggest hits, including These Boots Were Made For Walking, Sugartown and the unforgettable Some Velvet Morning – HAZLEWOOD in fact started his musical career as a DJ in Coolidge, Arizona. It was here he first met Duane Eddy, with whom he began to flesh out and record some of his songs. In 1955 he set up Viv Records and in 1956 hit paydirt with Sanford Clark’s legendary The Fool, and the following year he gave up DJing to focus on production and writing. In the early 1960s he established the LHI label (which is best known for having released the debut album by Gram Parson’s first group, The International Submarine Band) and began releasing his own solo albums, including the extraordinary “Trouble Is A Lonesome Town”.

In the mid sixties, in the face of The British Invasion (led by the likes of The Beatles), HAZLEWOOD retired to the shadows (where he was always most comfortable) only to be reluctantly dragged out to work with Nancy Sinatra. Their work together – including the iconic Boots – was an overnight success and saw her become a star in her own right worldwide, but she also insisted that HAZLEWOOD step out in front of the microphone himself, leading to the release of three “Nancy & Lee” albums.

In the early 1970s HAZLEWOOD moved to Sweden to ensure his son was not drafted by the US military. He recorded a series of solo albums there as well as collaborating with film director Torbjörn Axelman, but then ‘retired’ again, working only occasionally over the next two decades. Instead he began to follow an itinerant lifestyle which he pursued until very recently, living in Ireland, Germany, Spain and of course America. However it was the rediscovery of this work two decades later by a new generation of musicians – including the likes of Sonic Youth, whose drummer Steve Shelley tracked HAZLEWOOD down and reissued a number of his solo albums on his Smells Like Records imprint – that led to a resurgence of interest in his work as a performer. In the late 90s he returned to the studio to record the typically cryptically titled standards album “Farmisht, Flatulence, Origami, ARF!!! and Me”, and in 1999 he returned to the stage at the invitation of Nick Cave who was curating that year’s Meltdown Festival in London. Following a sold out show at the Royal Festival Hall he sanctioned the release of two albums of unreleased material, most notably “For Every Solution There’s A Problem”, toured Europe, and then returned to the studio to record his final album, “Cake Or Death”, which was released to worldwide acclaim in 2006.

HAZLEWOOD’s music has always been a staple of movie soundtracks, but it has continued to become more and more fashionable, regularly turning up in films as diverse as The Dukes Of Hazzard – which saw Jessica Simpson perform These Boots Were Made For Walking for the title track – and the arthouse flick Morvern Callar – which used Some Velvet Morning to great effect.

The family have requested that those wishing to honour LEE HAZLEWOOD should make donations to the Salvation Army…

Will Harris brands Jack White arsehole

It’s only fair, after all, what with this NME article, Jack White brands journalists lazy.

In the short piece – which is undoubtedly part of a longer rant, but you know me: as a journalist, I can’t be bothered to confirm that – White declared, “Journalists are inherently the laziest people on earth. Even in the age of Google, they don’t do any work to check what they’re writing about. I’d say 90 per cent of what they get is from the press release. We have fun putting things in there – like in the press release for ‘Elephant’, somebody inserted a joke about how none of our studio equipment was made after 1963. Before you knew it, people thought we wouldn’t touch a piece of equipment unless it’s 60 years old or something! It gets to the point where you’re answering questions based on a joke somebody made.”

Okay, first off, if I’m putting together a piece and it falls to me to provide a fact or figure, then I absolutely confirm its accuracy before I place it within whatever I’m writing. Honestly, who wouldn’t? White’s right about one thing, at least: in the age of Google, where just about any answer is available at your fingertips within mere seconds, there’s absolutely no reason not to check your facts.

But, see, here’s the inherent problem with White’s jackarsery: why in the hell would a journalist Google something from a press release?

Dude, your band put the fucking thing out! I mean, I write press releases and bios for bands all the time, and I would never knowingly and willfully put a fake bit of information into either one of them. Why? Because there’s a very reasonable presumption that you’re going to include accurate information in those things!

Similarly, while I know bands love to just make shit up to fuck with the writers that bore or irritate them, there’s no reason for most writers to presume that the person they’re interviewing is going to give them a statement about themselves that needs to be fact-checked. One of my first-ever interview was with Sean Kelly, lead singer of The Samples, and he fed me eight kinds of shit about the various between-album hobbies of his bandmates, offering claims that one of them followed ornithological pursuits, while another made mirrors in his spare time…and me being a squeaky-clean young intern, I ate it up like it was ambrosia, running his comments intact in the piece.

Ouch.

Now, mind you, years later, I ended up writing The Samples’ official bio, and a not-very-chagrined Kelly apologized with a laugh, saying it was all in good-natured fun…and I was cool with that.

This, however, isn’t cool at all.

This is Jack White, one of the biggest alt-rock figures of the 21st century, basically telling the journalists who’ve praised their work for the last several years, “We put a bunch of bullshit in our press releases, and if you accept it at face value, then you’re a lazy dumb-ass.”

Actually, I’m pretty sure Jack White’s the only real dumb-ass in this situation. I mean, clearly, the journalists he’s just railed against will be extracting their revenge in the pages of their respective publications. Of course, I’m sure he’s of the belief that it won’t matter, and that the fans will still keep buying White Stripes albums as much as they always did…and, even worse, he’s probably right.

But that doesn’t make him any less of a dumb-ass.

Bowie and Cher!

Cocaine took David Bowie a lot of places in the ’70s. One such place was on Cher’s TV show at the time. This bizarro medley starts out with the then-current “Young Americans” and then freaks out completely, as if the coke was in control of the band. Hilarious, and somehow once again Bowie survives the disaster cleanly. Hell, the Young Americans album was his own calculated raping of plastic white soul, so appearing on Cher’s show was just another step to his next big thing.

The Police @ the Honda Center in Anaheim (6/21/07)

After a short 21-year break, The Police are touring again, and Thursday night they stopped at the Honda Center in Anaheim, the second of three Southern California dates.

Though there was no official split, Sting left the band all those years ago to pursue a solo career, but it’s safe to say that his creative output in the five years with the band meets (or exceeds) his 16-year output as a solo artist. Even at 56 years old, his voice still sounds smooth, especially considering that the band played Staples Center the night before.

The set list played like a greatest hits compilation with a few lesser-known songs – such as “Next to You” and “The Bed’s Too Big Without You” – sprinkled in for good measure. The highlight of the night was “So Lonely,” a Outlandos d’Amour single that was left off the band’s first (and most well known) compilation, Every Breath You Take: The Singles. Andy Summers’ guitar work was solid, even if the minute-long solos seem a little dated given the current musical trends. But drummer Stewart Copeland, the backbone of the band, played with so much passion and ferocity that it looked like he had been locked in his basement playing Police songs for the last two and a half decades. He is one of rock’s underrated drummers so it’s good to see him playing in front of big crowds once again.

As well as they work as a duo, the two guitarists don’t seem to actually enjoy playing together. Twice, as Summers worked on a solo, Sting came over to play with him and the resulting camaraderie seemed forced at best. There were a couple of rough transitions from one part of a song to the another, so it’s clear that the trio doesn’t have all the kinks worked out quite yet. These were noticeable, but not distracting.

Ticket prices are pretty steep, but given the set list, the show is a solid value. The truce seems fragile, so fans better act quickly.

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