New episode of "Breaking It Down With Jeff And John" is live!  

Today's episode is entitled "Yesterday And Today."  Jeff and I re-examine some of our favorite music from our youth to see if it holds up to our modern-day, grown-up scrutiny. Click the photo and listen to find out what happens to old favorites with new ears!

LISTEN TO MUSIC
LISTEN TO MUSIC
LISTEN TO MUSIC
IT'S GOOD FOR YOU! 

Be well
JM

"BREAKING IT DOWN WITH JEFF AND JOHN" is live!!  

http://www.culturesonar.com/breaking-it-down-ep1/

It's been so hard to keep this a secret until now!  My dear friend and fellow bassist Jeff Ganz and I have created "Breaking It Down," a music podcast for CultureSonar.  We will explore the music, players and ideas that inspire us, and hopefully convince you to do the same.  

Today's premiere episode celebrates the musical legacy of Motown bassist James Jamerson (1936-1983).  This is some grade-A music geekery here, so dig in and enjoy! 

Be well

JM

"Night Music:" NBC's high-art answer to MTV 

http://www.culturesonar.com/nightmusic/

For two seasons on NBC (1988-1990) David Sanborn hosted "Night Music," showcasing the finest musicians in jazz, rock, R&B, the blues and everything in between. My final CultureSonar piece for 2017 celebrates this ground-breaking TV series, a "vortex of music and love" that marks a peak moment in American cultural excellence.

I wish you all nothing but the best of health and happiness for 2018; see you on the next one! 

Be well

JM

10 Quintessential Bass Lines in ’80s Pop 

http://www.culturesonar.com/10-quintessential-bass-lines-80s-pop/

A young man and his Peavey Fury bass, circa 1987.  What music inspired this fine youngster to pick up a bass guitar and learn how to play?  How were his sensibilities formed about what the function of the bass ought to be (supportive AND melodic)? 

Like, click the link to find out in my latest totally awesome CultureSonar piece, "10 Quintessential Bass Lines In 80s Pop!" 

Be well

JM

RINGO STARR Birthday Tribute highlights!  

We celebrated Ringo Starr's 77th birthday with a full set of his solo hits and some choice Beatles cuts.  Many thanx to my incredible band of stellar musicians: Bennett Paster (keys), Benny Landa (guitar), Anthony Babino (guitar), Steven Babino (bass) and Ethan Eubanks (drums).  Thanx also to all of you who came out and celebrated with us that night, and to Steve Walter and the full staff of The Cutting Room.  Enjoy these highlights! 

Be well

JM

 

Defending My Defense Of Dave Dexter Jr!  

Being a freelance writer in the internet age is not for the faint of heart.  The court of public opinion has grown wider and more vicious than ever, with “comments” sections full of self-appointed thought leaders skewering anything and anyone that they disagree with.  But I’ve accepted the fact that when you offer creative works to “the public” there’s just gonna be people that don’t like what you do.  Also: eyeballs are eyeballs on the web whether they agree with me or not, and since I ultimately benefit from each new click, please fire away! 

Now, I would expect invective from strangers if I wrote about heavier topics like politics, crime, etc.  But I write mainly about The Beatles, and I’ve been shocked recently at a handful of my fellow Beat-ards whose love of The Fab Four has morphed into an intolerance for anything other than their own narrow viewpoint.  How could the band that sang “the love you take is equal to the love you make” attract fans who are so combative, rude, and short-sighted? 

“I don’t care what you think.”

“There’s no debate anymore.” 

”Totally stoopid.” 

Really? 

Case in point: my recent piece for CultureSonar, in defense of Dave Dexter Jr. (“Stop Knocking The American Releases Of The Beatles, Already.”)  In short, “Dex” was the Capitol Records executive that prepared The Beatles’ LPs for the American market in the 1960s.  My view is that Dex deserves more credit because those US albums stand on their own as fine cultural artifacts of their era.  But this disputes the prevailing narrative that Dex ignored the “creative intentions of the band,” and woe betide to anyone who tampers with the Fabs’ precious artistry! 

I expected some blowback because my opinion is the unpopular one.  But it was interesting to note just how quickly and easily the discussions would turn mean-spirited, thanks to the anonymity of the web; a group of Beat-ards gathered in person at a Fest For Beatles Fans would never get so defensive or belligerent.  Dex was called a “creep,” a “corporate stooge” and a “butcher.”  And at least one reader took the time to deconstruct my entire article, line for line, and refute every single point I made.  Some of these freedom fighters even started turning on each other, disagreeing about what they disagreed with me about!  (“You are greatly misinformed.” “Afraid not, read up on it.”) 

Again, the negativity did not affect me.  But I also didn’t let it go to my head when I saw all the folks who agreed with me 100% and thanked me for a well-written piece.  No, the feedback that I actually paid attention to was the only feedback that matters: the emails I received from Dave Dexter’s family. 

First it was Tyson Dexter, whose “Grandpa Dave” passed away when he was very young.  He thanked me for my accuracy, saying that the article “put a smile on the faces of my entire family.”  A few hours later, a second email came in from Dex’s eldest son, Mike.  “Thank you for actually getting my father's legacy correct,” he wrote.  “He has been criticized through the lens of today's technology by self-anointed purists.” 

When a name that you’ve only read on LP covers and in history books suddenly comes to life and reaches you as a result of something you wrote, it’s a beautiful feeling.  What the world needs now is love, and it’s the only thing I’m trying to pay any attention to! 

Dave Dexter, Jr. (Quotes from Tyson & Mike Dexter's emails used with permission.)

 

MESSAGE TO MILLENNIALS: LIVE MUSIC IS IMMERSIVE!  

The news about the Fyre Festival disaster spread fast.  Hordes of unsuspecting millennials who were promised a luxurious "VIP music experience" in the Bahamas were simply cheated out of thousands of dollars, and left stranded on an island with bad cheese sandwiches and wet mattresses.   

It's easy to assume that us forty-somethings are having a laugh at your generation's expense.  But the truth is, we actually admire (and envy) you millennials, for your mastery of rapidly-changing technology, your social consciousness and connectivity, and your spirit of adventure that drives you to seek out the most compelling experiences in life. 

So I speak to you today, not as a 45-year-old man, but as a professional musician who’s been on the grind paying bills with 4 strings and a smile since you were born.  I’ve played hundreds of dodgy gigs over the last two decades, and I’ve seen it all.  Sound, lighting and stage gear smaller than necessary or contractually-agreed-upon.  Crap food.  Shoddy, insufficient accommodations backstage, and even more dismal lodging after the gig.  But those memories fade and become great stories, and I ultimately find myself having some empathy for the promoters and organizers who put on these shows.  I don’t envy these poor souls, because Big Rock Shows involve meticulous, multifaceted planning and organizing I could never comprehend.  And honestly, as long as everybody gets paid and nobody gets injured, most musicians can hit the stage, rock asses, and go home happy having survived another night in show business. 

But for the “organizers” of the Fyre Festival, I have no such empathy.  And not just because they took money from a bunch unsuspecting young people and left them stranded, literally, on a f***ing island with no food or water.  (They say their “infrastructure wasn’t set up in time,”  but their infrastructure for accepting payment online was up and running immediately.  Their e-commerce A-game nearly caused a humanitarian crisis; nice work, bros.) 

No, what finally rocked me out of my schadenfreude stupor was the  promo video for the Fyre Festival, ironically being shared online like an invitation to the launch of the Titanic.  It features sexy models swan-diving off of yachts into crystal-clear blue water and “epic music festival” B-roll, as titles flash on the screen promising “AN IMMERSIVE MUSIC FESTIVAL” and “THE BEST IN FOOD, ART, MUSIC AND ADVENTURE.”  This is the short-sighted, ignorant nonsense that makes my blood boil. 

Listen to me very carefully: live music itself is an immersive experience.  Whether it’s a local club gig or a massive stadium spectacular, your body sharing a physical space with top-notch musicians kicking ass is about as “immersive” as it can get.  I know I’m not the first person to whine about bogus “VIP Concert Experiences” and I despise them as both a performer and as a concertgoer.  But my hope is that the Fyre Fiasco will finally be the tipping point that inspires savvy, adventure-craving millennials to discover what the Baby Boomers already know about: the raw power and magic of pure, high-quality Live Music. 

Here’s a true story about the “best in food, art, music and adventure.”  A few nights ago I went with a singer buddy of mine to see The Revolution at BB King’s in NYC.  I took the train from Brooklyn to Times Square, and met my buddy on the ticket-holders’ line.  It was a glorious, warm sunny day in Manhattan as we hung out with our fellow Prince-lovers on the street, including one guy who’d just come from “Celebration 2017” at Paisley Park.  We got inside and went to the bar, where I enjoyed some delicious BBQ chicken sliders and a nicely poured Jameson. 

We then stood on a crowded, sweaty dance floor surrounded by hundreds of our fellow black white latino asian gay straight butch femme queer trans cis whatever short tall New Yorkers, all of us coexisting peacefully, respecting each other’s space and getting happily funk’d by the pre-show DJ and then by The Revolution themselves.  Halfway through the set the band left the stage while Wendy & Lisa played “Sometimes It Snows In April” on just piano and acoustic guitar, and you could hear a f***ing pin drop as Wendy sang a tribute to her departed legendary friend with raw emotions that touched everybody in that room. 

After the show my buddy and I snuck backstage without any passes (I’ve played BB Kings a thousand times so I know where all the secret passageways are).  But security was tight.  Eventually a bouncer was politely but firmly escorting us out, but he unknowingly escorted us in a direction that brought us face-to-face with Wendy Melvoin.  With the bouncer’s hand still on my shoulder I told her what a Rock Goddess she’s been to me for thirty years.  She was sweet and gracious, shaking my hand and looking me in the eyes as she spoke, while 15-year-old me freaked the f*** out.  Seconds later, 45-year-old me said farewell to Wendy before the bouncer lost his patience.  My buddy and I got out of there and we grabbed some frappuccinos at Starbucks, laughing all the way into the downtown train. 

That, my friends, is an “immersive musical experience.”  My five senses were gratified beyond all expectations, and I have a fresh batch of memories that will last a lifetime.  And I didn’t even pass out from dehydration in a third world airport!  The total cost, including my concert ticket, food and drink, and round-trip subway ride was, I kid you not: $75. 

Dearest millennials, if you’re paying $1,000+ to watch a band from a massage table in an air-conditioned tent on a beach, you’re doing it wrong.  Trust me: save your money for buying real estate, and come back to the intangible, immeasurable, truly interactive and immersive experience of Real.  Live.  Music.

Do you really need anything more than this right here? 

That Was Me.....?

It's the end of an era, but the beginning of a new one!

In 2004, one year after joining the Alan Parsons Live Project, I launched the first version of johnmontagna.com.  This was before the social media explosion; YouTube and Twitter were still a year away, and Facebook had only just launched.  Among my peers, I was "Future Boy" with my fancy website!  I shared photos and audio clips, blogged about my experiences on the road (and at home in NYC), sent out email blasts, and generally enjoyed the ability to "maintain a presence" with an audience beyond the bandstand.

Fast forward 12 years, and the world is a much different place.  We're all connected, all the time, thanks to multiple platforms that mostly co-exist and feed off of one another.  To quote The Guess Who: seasons change, and so did I.  And so it was time to re-boot johnmontagna.com for the times we're in now, versus a decade ago.  I welcome you to the new version of the site, and I hope you enjoy what you find here.  Check out the photos, listen to some music (and make a purchase if you're feeling generous), watch the videos, and keep up with where I'll be performing and when and with whom.

I'm as eager as ever to stay connected to you all as I enter this newest phase of my life and career.  But as I look forward, I also am looking back on the 12 years since I first launched my "online presence" with a mixture of wonder and nostalgia.  Is that really me in Tokyo with Denny Laine?  Or in Atlantic City with Todd Rundgren?  The "WTF With Marc Maron" theme song...that was ME?  

Enjoy, and thank you all for your continued support and enthusiasm.  
Be well
JM 



     
Sept. 22, 2016 TALKING BEATLES: Eight Days A Week - The Touring Years ______________________________________________________________