Category Archives: Obituary

Serving Imperialism in Heaven?

Imperialism

Crude title, I know, but Karlheinz Stockhausen, (in)famous German composer, died today at the age of 79:

Stockhausen, who gained fame through his avant-garde works in the 1960s and ’70s and later moved into composing works for huge theaters and other projects, died Wednesday, Germany’s Music Academy said, citing members of his family. No cause of death was given.

Stockhausen was considered by some an eccentric member of the European musical elite and by others a courageous pioneer in the field of new music. Rock and pop musicians such as John Lennon, Frank Zappa and David Bowie have cited him as an influence, and he is also credited with having influenced techno music.

Stockhausen sparked controversy in 2001, when he described the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks in the United States as ”the greatest work of art one can imagine” during a news conference in the northern German city of Hamburg, where several of the suicide pilots had lived.

The composer later apologized, but the city still canceled performances of his concerts.

While not one of my favorites, the man was still a major force in 20th Century music, and he certainly influenced many others as well (some in what not to do). Probably none so vividly as his one-time assistant Cornelius Cardew, who later rebelled against his father figure in his famous Stockhausen Serves Imperialism tract (available for download here).

Paul Rutherford, R.I.P.

Paul Rutherford

(Photos of Paul Rutherford and Iskra 1903 swiped from http://www.efi.group.shef.ac.uk/mrutherf.html, which contains a discography and short biography.)

More bad music news, this time from the world of British free improvisation as Paul Rutherford, trombonist and founding member of Iskra 1903, has apparently passed on. Rutherford also played in the Globe Unity Orchestra and the London Jazz Composer’s Orchestra, as well as in many smaller groups. Additionally, his solo recording The Gentle Harm of the Bourgeoisie is considered to be ground-breaking, though I’ve never heard it.

Iskra 1903, Incus 3

In memoriam, all three discs of Iskra 1903’s Chapter One are available for downloading, starting with disc one, available here; disc two, available here; and disc three, available here.

Additionally, please take a gander at this interesting interview my good friend Cliff conducted with him last year.

Lee Hazlewood, R.I.P.

Lee Hazlewood, Cake Or Death

His Myspace page is reporting that Lee Hazlewood passed on August 4, 2007 from cancer.

He will be greatly missed.

Update: As a tribute of sorts, I’ve uploaded Hazlewood’s 1963 solo debut Trouble Is A Lonesome Town, which you can download here. Enjoy.

Update 8/9/07: My roommate Joe has added an interview with Lee Hazlewood from his 2001 Loser’s Lounge appearance here.

R.I.P. Charles Gocher Jr.

Charles Gocher Jr. of the Sun City Girls has died:

02/20/07

With deep regret, we must announce that Charles Gocher passed away yesterday in Seattle due to a long battle with cancer at the age of 54. He is survived by the two of us who adopted him as a brother 25 years ago and his many friends around the world. He will be missed more than most could ever know. Our thanks to everyone for their support and encouragement during the past three, very difficult years. Many of you were not aware that Charles was ill and that’s because he wanted it that way. Details of a memorial in his honor will be announced soon.

—Alan and Richard Bishop

I don’t have a whole lot to say right now other than I’m completely so saddened by this news. What a great trickster of a drummer, the convuluted heartbeat of America’s most fiercely strange band. I suppose getting to see them at All Tomorrow’s Parties is sort of a nice farewell, though, as it was a GREAT show and I somehow can’t think of anything more appropriate than for them to play in a Butlin’s (very casino-like atmosphere, for us Americans). I’ll write more later, and post pics, but for now I’m just gonna play Torch of the Mystics on repeat.

On the Day After Victory, More Depressing Obituaries

Neither of these are breaking news, but that’s not what matters anyway. I thought I’d write a post to acknowledge two terrible, self-inflicted deaths by two interesting artists – both of which, while gigantic bummers, may be somehow something to learn from.

Jason DiEmilio of the Azusa Plane recently took his life, apparently spurred by recent health problems. Though I wasn’t really familiar with the Azusa Plane while Jason was more active, they were definitely a name both easily recognizable and widely respected. It really sucks that his death is spurring me to finally stop being lazy and check out his music, and I certainly mean no disrespect in that sense. I wish I could’ve gotten it together sooner, but more importantly I wish that Jason — who I think I met once, not really sure — had been able to live free of pain.

A different sort of pain, but nonetheless a very, very real pain, caused Malachi Ritscher to take his own life in Chicago this past weekend. I can’t say I knew Malachi, really, but I used to see him at pretty much every good show I went to in Chicago from 1998 to 2002, and while I was puzzled at first by “that guy with the DAT machine and the mics,” his presence came to be one I enjoyed, and I admired him from a distance. I also admired a number of his recordings from those shows. Reading his self-penned obituary (linked above), it’s clear that he was a brilliant person, and I’m not sure — though I respect his choice — that the world is a better place without him. In fact, I think — despite the Democrats’ win yesterday and today’s resignation of Donald Rumsfeld — that we are definitely worse off without him.

One of the musicians he recorded, Dave Rempis of the Vandermark Five, posted information about a memorial gathering this weekend in Chicago on the chi-improv mailing list:

Elastic will be hosting a memorial gathering for Malachi Ritscher this
Sunday, November 12th, from 5-8 pm. For those of you knew Malachi, and
perhaps those of you who didn’t, please feel free to come and share some
memories, and trade some thoughts on his life and death.

Elastic is at:

2830 N. Milwaukee Ave.
2nd floor

If you have anything that you’d like to bring (photos, etc.) that has some
relevance to Malachi’s life, please do. We’d like to display some of these
items for everyone to share in.

I do hope that Jason and Malachi are at peace, wherever they may be now. Or even if they’re nowhere, that’s fine too. Their final actions in no way obscure what they gave us while they were alive.

Malachi Ritscher

UPDATE: Some really good follow-up pieces on Malachi Ritscher have run in the Milwaukee Sentinal-Journal and in Pitchfork.

R.I.P. Larissa Strickland

Laughing Hyenas

Read this morning on the internets that Larissa Strickland (far left), guitarist of the Laughing Hyenas and L-Seven (not the L.A. all-chick band) has died. Such a huge bummer, she was an amazingly awesome and staggeringly good guitarist. Enjoyed seeing the Hyenas multiple times as a teenager, and was lucky to party (not too hardy) with them once, and John Brannon gave me a free t-shirt (that I still have) as a keepsake.

UPDATE: Corey Rusk of Touch and Go has released a statement. Sad reading.

R.I.P. Dewey Redman

Missed this bit of bad news from earlier in the week: Dewey Redman has died – obit from the New York Times:

Dewey Redman, an expansive and poetic tenor saxophonist and bandleader who had been at the aesthetic frontiers of jazz since the 1960’s, died on Saturday in Brooklyn. He was 75 and lived in Brooklyn.

The cause was liver failure, said Velibor Pedevski, his brother-in-law.

Walter Redman was born and grew up in Fort Worth. He started off on clarinet at 13, playing in a church band. Not long after, he met Ornette Coleman when they both played in the high school marching band. Their friendship would become one of the crucial links in his life.

R.I.P. James Tenney

Kyle Gann’s blog is reporting that James Tenney has died:

The great James Tenney died last night [actually, the night before, August 24]. Word went around a few weeks ago that his old lung cancer had returned after a long remission of many years. He was a great teacher, great drinker, great companion, and an interestingly odd personality. As a composer he was a kind of hard-core conceptualist driven by theoretical curiosity. As a result his music could be awfully dry at times, but in about half of it or more the conceptualism transformed in kind of an amazing alchemy to an extreme sensuousness, lovely, slow sound-metamorphoses that you just couldn’t believe.

If you’re not familiar with his work, you might want to check out this interview, courtesy of “milton parker” over at I Love Music. Lots of stuff to download is over there as well.

Bummer in the Summer: R.I.P. Arthur Lee

From CNN.com:

Rocker Arthur Lee dies in Memphis

Friday, August 4, 2006; Posted: 4:44 a.m. EDT (08:44 GMT)

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) — Arthur Lee, the eccentric singer/guitarist with influential 1960s rock band Love, has died in a Memphis hospital after a battle with leukemia, his manager said on Friday. He was 61.

“His death comes as a shock to me because Arthur had the uncanny ability to bounce back from everything, and leukemia was no exception,” Mark Linn said in an email to Reuters. “He was confident that he would be back on stage by the fall.”

Lee died on Thursday at about 5 p.m. EDT (2200 GMT) at Methodist University Hospital with his wife Diane at his side, Linn added.

Lee, a Memphis native who referred to himself as “the first so-called black hippie,” formed Love in Los Angeles in 1965, emerging from the same scene as groups like the Byrds, Buffalo Springfield, the Doors and the Mamas and Papas.

The first multiracial rock band of the psychedelic era, Love recorded three groundbreaking albums fusing traditional folk rock and blues with symphonic suites and early punk.

Bands as diverse as Led Zeppelin, Echo and the Bunnymen, and Siouxsie and the Banshees cited Love as an influence.

The band’s self-titled debut yielded the hit single “My Little Red Book,” written by Hal David and Burt Bacharach. The 1967 follow-up, “Da Capo,” was one of the first rock albums to feature a song, “Revelation,” that took up an entire side.

A third release, 1968’s “Forever Changes,” which boasted adventurous horn and string arrangements, is considered Love’s bold response to the Beatles’ “Sgt. Pepper’s” album. Rolling Stone magazine ranked it at No. 40 on its list of the 500 greatest albums of all time.

But Love, which rarely left Los Angeles, lost momentum as Lee hired new musicians and pursued a solo career. Various reunions amounted to little, and Lee’s eccentricities landed him in a California prison for six years during the 1990s for firing a pistol into the air.

After his release in late 2001, Lee assembled a new version of Love and toured Europe and North America, often playing “Forever Changes” in its entirety.

Lee was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia this year. In May, facing certain death after three rounds of chemotherapy failed, he became the first adult in Tennessee to undergo a bone marrow transplant using stem cells from an umbilical cord, according to The (Memphis) Commercial Appeal.

Doctors said the procedure lifted his chances of survival only moderately, the newspaper said.

Several benefit concerts were held in Britain and the United States to help Lee with his medical bills. Former Led Zeppelin singer Robert Plant headlined a benefit in New York in June.

I wish he could have pulled through. The Love show I attended at Warsaw a couple years ago was phenomenal.

R.I.P. Coptic Light

One of my favorite New York bands, Coptic Light, have called it a day. Bummer news, dudes. Weirdly enough, I just found this out yesterday, and while on the L train today, I ran into CL guitarist Jon Fine (aka Johann von Poodles), who confirmed the tragedy. Needless to say, while not incredibly well known (or active), CL was one of the most aggressively awesome bands I’ve seen in the past five years. First time was at the Fireside Bowl, in 2002, when I still lived in Chicago. CL – which consisted of Fine (ex-Bitch Magnet, Vineland, Don Caballero), wildman drummer Kevin Shea (of the highly under-rated Storm & Stress), and bass mechanic Jeff Winterberg (of Antioch Arrow) – totally killed it, with a combination of heavy volume and dynamic, intricate melodies. I missed their past few shows in New York (they ended up playing more in Japan in the past year and a half than in the city), so this makes the news doubly bummering. But we’ll always have the music: go buy their LP, cleverly titled lp, from the fine folks at No Quarter. And keep your eyes open for a posthumous EP sometime soon. Gone, but not forgotten…