By Ashley Zimmerman
By Dana Krangel
By John Hood
By Ashley Zimmerman
By David Von Bader
By Sayre Berman
By Steve Brennan
By Ashley Zimmerman
Listen up, maggots! You veteran musicians who think today's pop music is bland, mindless garbage are as ubiquitous as chick bassists. Players that are proactive enough to do something about it, though, are quite rare. Enter the Codetalkers, featuring Col. Bruce Hampton. Hampton is a legendary guitar picker who cavorted with the Allman Brothers and Frank Zappa in the '60s, released an album with Atlantic Records in '69, and then conjured his current wave of popularity by blowing minds at the jam-band prototype H.O.R.D.E. Tour in the early 1990s. As a military man -- and an undisputed wingnut -- the colonel will put some discipline into you sissy-pantsed, lightweight pop hacks. He and his band offer the Codetalkers' Five Day Rock 'n' Roll Boot Camp:
Day 1 -- Motivation
Col. Bruce: "We would put them in 100-degree sun, drive to Phoenix where progressive rocks are, then turn the heat on full blast. Drive through the desert wearing blue clothes and red hair. Locate the progressive rocks and then block trees in Wyoming. They would hate us and hate everything. The bottom line is that they don't like music. They are in it for the success."
Day 2 -- Touring Falcon (drums):"No pop star could get through one day, not one hour in this van. The Army is easy compared to touring with Bruce. At least in the Army, you get out in four years. Man, this is way beyond the Black Opps! I'm talking about the A/C on full blast HEAT during the summer and full blast COLD in the winter. The mental abuse is so over-the-top that you can't... I am telling you man, it would be death and no rebirth."
Day 3 -- Physical Endurance
Col. Bruce: "Physical would be having them block trees with suits on along with every deprivation there is out there, from sleep deprivation, food deprivation to climate deprivation."
Day 4 -- Training
Bobby Lee Rodgers (banjo): "The musical regimen would be jumping into a swimming pool in the middle of winter, for if there's a musical regimen, then there is no music! It is what it isn't."
Day 5 -- Crazy Rock Star Shit
Chief White Horse (bass): "First part before they can even get to the colonel would be having to knock off a liquor store. Then they'd have to eat wasabi green peas from the Death Valley Peanut Factory and get gorilla gas, then dye someone's hair banana yellow with it. Before they can get into the van, they'd have to walk to Columbus, Georgia, and find someone named the Sandman and get the information that we need."
Now get in line, maggot, and play me "Stairway to Heaven"! --Tom Bowker
The Codetalkers with Jimmy Herring play at 8:30 p.m. Thursday, August 18, at Revolution, 200 W. Broward Blvd., Fort Lauderdale. Tickets cost $15. Call 954-727-0950.
Transplant on the Run
Two weeks ago, I met with an old patient. She was the first successful major-label transplant of my career -- an aspiring pop diva I saved from the death knell of a shady record contract. She's doing well for herself nowadays, and her success makes me proud of my work as a musical doctor. But faster than you can say "organ rejected," my mood was sullied by a flier I found wedged beneath the windshield wipers of my Honda Civic (not all doctors drive Beemers, you know). It reminded me of one of my less successful operations: Texas indie-rockers Flickerstick. After all, back in 2000, I had advised the young band to sign up for VH1's label-transplant program, Bands on the Run.
Um, my bad, guys.
Unlike other contract procurement programs, VH1 fashioned Bands on the Run as a televised battle, pitting Flickerstick against three other wannabes hoping for a transplant to a major label. Now, call me old-fashioned, but I never made hepatitis patients duke it out over the same liver; they had to wait on a list like everyone else. Why can't rock bands do the same? So while Flickerstick won that battle, the war -- long-term survival with a new label -- proved a lost cause.
Indeed, all the antirejection drugs at Walgreens couldn't have kept Flickerstick's Epic Records contract from failing. A year later, the band was back on the transplant list. Now, however, the prognosis looks good. In 2002, Flickerstick underwent a second transplant -- this time onto indie label Idol Records. Since then, the band has had more control of its long-term health and seems to be doing as well as my little diva-in-training.
I said it in my headlining article in Rock Physician's Quarterlyand I'll say it again: band battles are dangerous procedures and should be avoided outright. It's way too much work just to get screwed by a corporation. Besides, isn't that what HMOs are for?
Findings:An Epic tale of survival. Diagnosis: Contractisitis. Treatment:Get on the list to see Saturday's Flickerstick show at the Culture Room (3045 N. Federal Hwy., Fort Lauderdale). Nothing Rhymes with Orange opens. Tickets cost $9.99. Doors open at 8 p.m. Call 954-564-1074. --Doc Le Roc