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EFL GUIDE FOR ROCK STARS

Hard rock - The Tower of Babel

This becomes tricky when performing in parts of the world where English is a foreign language (EFL).

Ten years of concert going in Emilia Romagna has enabled me to weigh up the pros and cons of the the three chief methods artists adopt to overcome the language barrier in Italy.

These are:
a) The silent way
b) The full immersion method
c) The collaborative approach.


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THE SILENT WAY

Many (in my view, too many) artists say nothing or next to nothing during a show, usually in order to preserve an air of mystery. They may introduce band members but even this concession is not for everybody. You won’t hear Bob Dylan sharing anecdotes with the crowd or explaining how he came to write a particular song.
This ‘silent way’ is a big advantage when performing outside your home country but the
downside is that you run a very real risk of creating a negative rapport by appearing grumpy and distant.
Van Morrison is guilty of this even when performing in the UK. I saw him once at an open air festival in Finsbury Park, North London. It was raining heavily and I and the rest of the audience were soaked to the skin by the time he and his band came on stage. Instead of offering words of consolation, he strolled on stage wearing sunglasses and said nothing.
A minimalist approach is better than this level of aloof disinterest. This may consist of little more than ‘hello‘, ‘bye‘ and ‘this song is called …..‘ but even these few brief words can make all the difference. They show that you care.
David Byrne tends to yell ‘Thank You’ at the end of each song in the manner of a shop assistant speaking to a slightly deaf customer.and while this can be repetitive, it is better than nothing.


teethTHE FULL IMMERSION METHOD

This is where artists with no knowledge of the audience’s language nevertheless have a compelling desire to forge a non-musical rapport. It basically consists of speaking at a normal speed as if addressing an English speaking audience. I witnessed this in action at a concert in Faenza last year. Will Oldhan – Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy- (an artist you’d lay odds on being a silent way practitioner) was uncharacteristally chatty. This showed he was in a relaxed mood but only the privileged minority had a clue what he was rambling on about.
The communication breakdown became most apparent when he attempted to tell jokes.
The mixed response to these indicate that they more often than no go down like proverbial lead balloons.
In short, the ‘full immersion method’ is an ambitious but high risk strategy and shows where the collaborative approach comes into its own.


THE COLLABORATIVE APPROACH

Some collaboration with the audience is an ideal ice breaker. One way to achieve this is to call for translators. This can be quite an effective ice breaking tool and is one Warren Ellis of The Dirty Three deploys. His habit is to ask for a volunteer to act be an unpaid interpretor for the duration of the show. In his case this proves to be a taxing job since he likes to spin a yarn and doesn’t bother simplifying his language. As a result what usually happens is that the artist, translator, audience (or all three) get bored and the translations fizzle out leaving no alternative but to switch to ‘the full immersion’ method.
In its most refined form the ‘collaborative approach’ consists of artists speaking in a slow, clear manner using simplified language and pausing to check on the level of understanding.
If difficult words or phrases prove to be stumbing blocks a call For translators can ease the pain.
If the artist is bi-lingual but neither language is the native tongue of the audience, using non English words or phrases can be a good practice. Devendra Banhart switches between English and Spanish when singing and speaking which doubles his chances of being understood.
Showing a willingness to learn non English expressions could pay dividends but should be used sparingly. I remember The Delgados referring to an Italian phrase book throughout a concert in Rimini and what started out as mildly amusing soon became tiresome and a little patronising.

In conclusion, I would say that to impress non-English speaking fans, artists in foreign territory have to learn to fine tune their between song patter and tweek their communicative approach.

That includes you, Van!

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The delicate charm of Rob St John’s ‘Tipping In’ EP shows that inspiration of New Weird America is far from being just a stateside phenomenon.This is a magical record which I had no hesitation in giving a 10 star rating in my Whisperin’ & Hollerin’ review.

Three tracks and less than 15 minutes left me wanting to hear more and also made me curious to find out more about the man behind the sound.

Rob very kindly agreed to answer some questions.

So if you want to know why Jack Johnson sucks, how musical dots can connect Godspeed You Black Emperor with Bert Jansch or simply need a hearty veggie meal in Edinburgh, read on …….

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I SEE A LOUDNESS : CLARE WIGFALL

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A woman who celebrates the completion of her first short story collection by going out to see Jackie-O-Motherfucker in concert is my kind of writer!

I first heard of Clare Wigfall’s stories through Last.fm. She posted a message in the shout box of my New Weird America group saying how this was the brand of music which helped her during the process of writing (similar messages were sent to groups linked to artists such as Anne Briggs, Will Oldham and Current 93).

Surely, I thought, someone with such impeccable musical taste has to be worth checking out! Happily, the stories live up to expectations.

For a debut, the range of subjects and handling of different voices in these 17 stories is highly assured. Her chief skill lies in being able to capture moments of tension and mystery through deliberately omitting key details – that old chestnut about authors needing to show not tell is never better epitomised than in these tales. For example, in Hero I Have Lost a woman is referred to a psychiatrist by her father following an incident the details of which are never revealed, in Free a man tells a stranger the worst thing his mother did to him but we are left to guess what that might have been, In Night After Night a husband is arrested over an unknown crime.

I was reminded of the one and only interview with cult singer Jandek who, when asked to say who the other musicians playing on his album were, replied “I don’t think it would be right to give that information”. Human nature being what it is, the desire to speculate over such gaps of knowledge add to the intrigue and fascination.

Clare Wignall’s insights into the complexities of personal relationships is also a strength. This is evident in a story such as My Brain where a mother manages to communicate disapproval towards her son’s girlfriend without being openly critical. Similarly, in The Party’s Just Getting Started, she skilfully exposes cracks in a man’s seemingly perfect marriage to a beautiful fashion photographer by hinting at a dissatisfaction that even the husband is only half aware of.

Elsewhere, we have a Carveresque tale of a university professor finding unusual lodgings (The Parrot Jungle), a fascinating take on the Bonnie And Clyde mythology (Folks Like Us) and a deliciously macabre story built around a mysterious spate of disappearing babies (Safe).

My two personal favourites are the title story and one of the shortest pieces called When The Wasps Drowned. The latter made me think of Ian McEwan in the way it recounts grim goings on in an ordinary suburban setting. There’s something of McEwan’s precision in haunting lines like : “Suddenly the day around us seemed unbearably quiet, as if everything was holding its breath”. Here, I love the way she says ‘everything’ and not ‘everyone’ to give a chilling sense of detachment from merely human sounds.

The story from which the collection gets its title is also incredibly rich. I immediately re-read this one twice but still find aspects of it wonderfully elusive. It charts complex emotions surrounding loss and grief and includes the following remarkable passage detailing an exchange between a newly widowed mother and her blind son:

I see the loudest sound, he whispered, low into her collar bone, and nothing. It took the colour from her face, drained all colour into the heather below them, and she knew that all he saw was all she’d ever wanted and all she’d ever known, and she handled him roughly as she pulled him to his feet, and set walking fast, too fast for his short legs, like a child with a toy on a string dragging and bumping behind it”.

Writing of this quality is what makes these stories every bit as impressive as the music that helped inspire them. Highly recommended.