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Today we’re taking a quick look at records from Steve Reich and Concrete Blonde
Note: As many of you know, I recently wrote about a Best Record of 1989 challenge and noted that I’d occasionally write some of these up.
I’ve started doing some quick hits of each matchup and posting them directly to the page. Some will be longer, some won’t, and some might just be a handful of sentences. There’ll probably definitely be some typos.
Check ’em out and let me know your thoughts! Chin wags & hot takes welcome! Sharing and restacks are always appreciated.
KA—
More than once during this series, I have hit the keyboard with no idea what I’m going to type out. Maybe I don’t know the record…maybe I’m agnostic toward the band…whatever the reason, there’s not a clear/cut direction mapped out ahead of time.
For me, that’s part of the fun. Can I make this work? Can I sculpt these random thoughts into something both entertaining and informative for anyone on the other side of the screen? We’ll find out before too long, but I’ll tell you this for free: if any record’s gonna pressure test that ability, Steve Reich’s Different Trains is it. I’d never heard of either him or the record. Because I’m a chaos agent, I like to be spontaneous, so I decided to go cold without doing any research first. If you are familiar with this record, you’ve probably already sussed out the ending by now and can skip ahead to my thoughts on Concrete Blonde. For everyone else, let’s see where this ride takes us…
Pulling it up, I see it’s Steve Reich and Kronos Quartet. I only vaguely know the latter name, and if pressed to name a single piece of work by them, I would fail. This clearly is something not in my wheelhouse, either now or in 1989. But it’s also seeded relatively high, so I’m hoping that it’ll be interesting even if it isn’t something appealing to me. Mostly, I just want something tangible or an interesting angle.
The short version is this: there are three songs, er, “movements,” and the intensity ramps up with each successive track. There are voice snippets here, each growing ever shorter until they simply become notes in the work(s) themselves. There are also on-brand sounds such as steam trains, whistles, brakes, etc. It all makes for work that leaves the listener disoriented. It’s pretty intense—and I like me some intense. Once I learned the backstory, it became even more so.
Reich, as it turns out, was a child of divorce. His parents split early, and he spent a lot of time riding the rails across the country between his mom’s new home in LA and his dad’s in New York. Later, it would dawn on him that at the same time he was criss-crossing the US, other kids his same age were riding trains with much uglier destinations; Auschwitz, Dachau, etc. A real case of “there but for the grace of God, go I.” The voices we hear on the record are from his governess, a porter on the trains Reich regularly rode, and three holocaust survivors. Different Trains is intense before you know the backstory. It becomes downright harrowing once you do.
I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately- how where/when you ‘re born is the structure to your life’s story. I’ve been viewing it through the eyes of a middle-aged dad who spends a lot of time wondering how he got here (and where his glasses are). But at the same time, how fortunate a hand I was dealt. I was the right age at the right time to be one of the first to see more than one band that would change the world (more on that tomorrow!). My parents’ decision to buy a home where they did meant proximity to kids who would also be music nerds, and of course, the wonder that is Oregon1. Mt. Hood? Way good.
And so too is this record. I don’t have the technical savvy to discuss the specific elements of the record (the cello is nice, I guess?), but I can definitely vouch for this being a ride that’ll leave you more than a little shaken. It’s one you don’t easily forget. In 2025, “Never forget” seems more imperative than ever.
Please don’t be the one with Joey on it
Please don’t be the one with Joey on it
Please don’t be the one with Joey on it
~Me, pulling this record up to play
My not-at-all-subjective take on Concrete Blonde going in was this: I don’t like “Joey.” Like, at all. I love “Still In Hollywood.” Like, unequivocally. “Bloodletting” (the song) is cool in a sort of sleazy way. Everything else is up for grabs.
About four tracks in, I feel a strange sensation come over me. Do I…do I like this record? Yes, yes I do. Time to tear up my old thoughts on the band, and at a minimum, carve out an exemption for this record.
So “Joey wouldn’t” come for another year (yay!), and in the meantime, we get a gritty, just sleazy enough record packed to the gills with chunky riffs and Johnette Napolitano’s voice. There are some who’ll tell you she can’t quite stay on key. Doesn’t matter. The sheer force of these pipes is something to behold. And the list of people who sing worse is a mile long. More importantly, it feels purpose-built to match the music here. It’s something you hear in impossibly hot clubs with low ceilings and bathrooms that qualify as Superfund sites. It’s delicious. Put together, the record feels perfect to soundtrack the side of LA tour buses that don’t take you through. The world of dive bars, out-of-this-world Mexican food that never gets Instagrammed, and the sorts of unforgettable characters that make for great song lyrics.
My vote: I would love to say that Steve Reich’s record is now hopelessly quaint. An anachronistic recording of an event that could never possibly happen again, but we’d both know I was lying. At age 36, its lessons have more urgency now than they did when it was released. A record doesn’t have to be in your wheelhouse to tell a riveting, necessary story, and this one does.
Going the other way, Concrete Blonde delivers a snapshot of a very specific vision of Los Angeles that most people either never see or that has been lost to time and/or the clouding of memories. In this version, the beer is cheap, adventure plentiful, and things are just dangerous enough to get interesting. And that’s my kinda town. My vote’s for Concrete Blonde (not having “Joey” on the record also helps).
Any thoughts on either of these records? Agree/disagree with my takes? Which one of these would you vote for? Sound off in the comments!
Check out the full bracket here.
Info on the tourney, voting, and more is here.
As always, thanks for being here.
KA—
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