Not a single straight note

I’m sorry, I’ll have to take you deep into my past.

I’m the kind of guy that has A Taste of DNA on vinyl. That’s Lindsay’s no wave band from a long time ago. Can’t say I enjoyed it much, but when I was little, it was an important statement for me to have it. By the time I was aware enough to follow his moves, Lindsay played with the Golden Palominos and his own Ambitious Lovers with Peter Scherer, music that was too firmly sounded within the 80s for me to enjoy it then, maybe the productions would be easier to tolerate now.

Then, in 1996, Lindsay brought out O Corpo Sutil. He had incorporated his Brasilian thing while still not playing a single straight note on the guitar. Actually I was late to the game, because that record didn’t convince me then, I fell prey to Mundo Civilizado the year after. Still, Lindsay had started a stretch of four genius song records in a row, heavily informed by his part Brasilian roots, all of them potential fodder for desert island negotiations. It’s a strange thing about songsters, almost nobody can keep it up for more than three records, and four in a row is tied world victory with the select best of them.

The fourth, Prize, actually has two stupid songs, but also the tracks that make you dance on the kitchen table. Get them all.

Today, he was a little too ironic. He should take his heritage more seriously and play it straight. Then again, maybe he should work out choreographies and dance more. Of course his gig easily proved that pop music is still alive, despite some of the main acts here. And he still doesn’t play a single straight note, even though he surrounds himself with no-nonsense ability players, I love that. He enjoys every accident that happens on stage, but by disposition, his band is on the heavy side of things, and he jumps off them happily.

I’m glad to have seen him, and he remains a hero. Greetings, Lutz