In Praise of Porn…Music: A Primer on Obscure Italian (and German) Soundtrack Bliss

This story begins, as so many of them do, with porn.

Sort of.

Back in 2004, my boy Serf came back from a trip to Thailand with a treasure trove of (then) impossible-to-procure “import” CDs, including a handful of Italian and German soundtracks and compilations. The first one we spun was the “incidental” music for the film Vampyros Lesbos. A picture can often tell a story better, so without further ado:

I would be less than honest if I did not confess that this one had me at the title; Vampyros y Lesbos being two of my favorite things. The cover shot (above) is not too shabby either, featuring the gorgeous Soledad Miranda. Who could have guessed the music would be so good? (The film? I can’t tell you because I have not seen it. Yet.)

Suffice it to say, floodgates got opened that have not even begun to close. And this would classify as one of the many stories I tell, when people ask me “How or where in the hell did you find this music?” Usually it’s from reading (reviews, liner notes, acknowledgments), sometimes it’s from hearing a particular tune in a movie (ironically, one of the tracks from Vampyros Lesbos was featured in Tarantino’s ’98 flick Jackie Brown, which was on the screen so quickly it never really registered and I never picked up that soundtrack; if I had I probably would have been on the V&L trail a half-decade sooner…in any event, props to QT for inserting killer tracks into his movies), sometimes it’s the old fashioned way: hearing a song in a restaurant or a car or on the radio (!), and occasionally it’s because a good friend drops a love bomb on me and I quickly make it a point to get more of what I just heard.

It’s daunting, because even a music freak like myself is ceaselessly reminded that no matter how much one accumulates, there are oceans and galaxies of amazing sounds out there. And that’s just the stuff that is still in print or available. You get the picture. For now, let it simply be confirmed that there is a lot more music like this out there, and it’s difficult and expensive (if fun and enlightening) to plow through it. (Be careful: all of a sudden you may find yourself obsessed with Bollywood, or Iranian music, and that might take you in through the out door to Afro-Pop and Nigerian funk and then it’s between you and the man behind the curtain…see you back there.)

But getting back to the vampyros and the lesbos: if you were inclined (or able) to have a “sexadelic dance party”, which is another way of partying like it’s 1969, wouldn’t you want to kick off the proceedings with a song like this?

Maybe once things started getting groovy, it might sound something like this?

 

Or maybe this is more your speed (if you can combine German austerity, chic smut and psychedelic decadence):

Trust me, the hits keep coming (pun, pretty much not intended).

So, it is enough work for one day to send a shout out to this great soundtrack and the unheralded work of German maestros Manfred Hubler and Siegfried Schwab (could you even create two better names?). But one of the other discs Serf introduced me to is very much a gift that keeps giving: Ambiente Elegante. This one is not a soundtrack so much as a collection of songs from a variety of ’60s (and early ’70s) Italian films.

Aside from being incredible, ranging from bizarro big band numbers, psychedelia, surreal surf music, early electronica, and sexy, if dark jazz-y ballads (trust me), this joint opened my ears up to a cat called Piero Umiliani. An Italian composer who had his hands all over soundtrack work for films ranging from action/adventure to semi (or soft) porn. The range of sounds is not unlike our collective sexual obsessions: slightly inexplicable and all over the place. Needless to say, I mean this in a good way.

Hilariously, Umiliani’s biggest hit may be familiar to Gen-X kids (and/or their parents), as it was featured on Sesame Street and, later, The Muppets.

Below are a trio of selections illustrating the not-quite-believable range of depictions I mention above, in this order: bizarro big band numbers, surreal surf music, and sexy, if (very) dark jazz-y ballads. And this is just the ones I could find on YouTube; there are at least a handful of other cuts that I would happily share (pimp, if you will), were they available. Unfortunately, you’ll have to track them down. Fortunately, pristine copies are available online for just under $50; used copies are going on Amazon for about thirty bucks. Or you can hope one of your good friends has good taste, an eagle eye and is traveling overseas sometime soon.

Piero Umiliani: “Gassman Blues”:

Piero Umiliani: “White Sand” (from Gems of Italian Cinema Vol. 1):

Helen Merill (with Piero Umiliani): “My Only Man”:

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Happy Birthday, Sesame Street

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Sesame Street turns 40!

Wow.

USA Today has a nice piece celebrating the show.

I could (and probably should) spend all day looking at old clips. Here are a handful that a cursory YouTube search turned up. Let me know what other treasures I overlooked.

My personal favorite, coolest man on planet Herbie Hancock dropping knowledge:

 

Ray Charles

 

James Earl Jones

Richard Pryor

Johnny Cash

Wyclef Jean Keepin it Real with Cookie Monster!

Feist

Los Lobos!

Dave Chappelle, Oscar and All-Star Crew (All Glory to YouTube!)

(and speaking of YouTube, Chappelle, Q-Tip  and glory…)

From 1988, People in your Neighborhood (featuring Martina Navritalova, Barbar Walters and…Ralph Nader??? Utter genius!)

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Stevie Wonder + Sesame Street = The ’70s

Okay.

It’s cool enough that the great Stevie Wonder appeared on Sesame Street.

That he played “Superstition” is beyond cool. That he–and his full band–played an extended, scorching version of the song is not only beyond belief, but a real testament to what an indescribable era this was, particularly in regards to our more focus group tested, safe and often antiseptic times. Everything about this clip screams ’70s. The outfits, the hair (including a man who could be ?uestlove Thompson’s uncle on drums) and especially the assembled kids (this is a kids’ show, after all) invited to gather around and shake maracas. Too cool to be believed. And did I mention they do an extended, absolutely scintillating version of the tune? Believe it.

Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking: Yeah, that was amazing. But what would be really cool is if Stevie interacted with one of the muppets, like, say Grover…

Did I mention that this was the ’70s?

Right on. But if we’re going to relive the ’70s and fantasize about how trippy and real it could be, wouldn’t it be something to imagine Stevie doing a Sesame Street song, maybe even with some ahead-of-its-time talk-box action? (Think Peter Frampton was paying attention?) Yeah, that would be something, huh?

There’s nothing more to say at this point. Except to repeat, for the millionth time: THANK GOD FOR YOUTUBE!

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Herbie Hancock is Cooler Than Us And He Always Has Been

Everyone knows that Herbie Hancock is one of the coolest men on the planet, and has been for almost half a century. Anyone who doesn’t know this doesn’t know much; all we can offer them are condolences. Only Miles Davis, with whom Hancock worked for several crucial years (in both mens’ lives) during the mid-’60s, can possibly be invoked in any discussion of popular musicians who consistently shaped, then challenged the vanguard over a substantial period of time. These artists not only made new music but changed music on at least a handful of occasions.

Most folks know, and love, Hancock from what was likely their first association with him: the song (and more significantly, the video) “Rockit”, which was prominent in the MTV rotation circa 1983. The import of this one song is impossible to overstate: it not only spotlighted black men on the then-lilywhite music video channel, it spotlighted a jazz band. On top of that, it served as a mainstream introduction to scratching and turntable pyrotechnics. To say the earth was no longer flat, sonically speaking, after “Rockit” is only hinting at its influence.

But before the ’80s, Hancock made music that remains fresh and vital. Just looking at some of the album covers from the ’70s era (below) should hearten the faithful and intimidate the weak. Street cred? Can you say soundtrack to Death Wish? That not impressive enough? How about Antonioni’s Blow-Up?

          

Of course, Herbie arguably made his most enduring music in the ’60s. In 1963 Miles Davis asked Hancock (along with bassist Ron Carter, tenor sax player Wayne Shorter and seventeen year old wunderkind drummer Tony Williams) to join his new quintet. To put it as simply as possible, this is the best band ever assembled in jazz history; only John Coltrane’s Classic Quartet comes close. And while many geniuses, from Charlie Parker to Ornette Coleman, led top-tier collectives, there is really no touching this ensemble. Perhaps nowhere is the uncanny dynamic of the group displayed in fuller effect than on Wayne Shorter’s “Footprints”; there are great live versions here and here but the definitive version is the one that appeared on Miles Smiles (from 1967):

Incidentally, at the same time he was making history with Miles Davis, he was recording a string of albums under his own name that, taken together, would easily put him on the very short list of all-time greats.

       

“Speak Like A Child”, from 1968:

 

Taking the electronic mantle from Miles (after the shot-heard-round-the-world of Bitches Brew, which remains controversial 40 years on), Hancock reinvented his own language with works that were equal parts jazz, fusion and what is now called “world music”: in 1973 he dropped Head Hunters and it became an instant classic. Here is Hancock and his band, performing ”Butterfly”, from 1974:

Easing into the ’80s, there is of course, this, the aforementioned “Rockit” (Herbie could even make the early ’80s seem cool; think about how indescribably lame virtually all of the videos from this era are, and check out how hip and vaguely unsettling this one still seems):

Herbie had nothing left to prove at this point. But he had more to give. A lot more. In addition to being a genius, by all accounts Hancock has always been exceedingly modest and softspoken; a gentleman of the old school. Check out this slice of heaven, Herbie keeping it real with the kids on Sesame Street:

 

And here he is, fresh from winning a Grammy (for 2008′s Album of the Year River: The Joni Letters), playing “Watermelon Man” for Elvis Costello on Sundance Channel’s Spectacle (the original is here and the remake from his ’70s classic Headhunters is here).

It’s all gravy at this juncture. It has been since 1973, if not 1969. Hancock has been the baddest, nicest and coolest cat on the scene for five decades; what could he possibly have in store for us next?

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