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Jim Bianco might
be a musical genius. Then again, he might just be an alien.
I'm not sure I would recognize either. He is certainly one
talented, wacky sonofabitch who is having a blast making original
music. And he makes it look easy.
His debut CD Well Within Reason is clever, innovative
and fascinating. I can't find a reviewing format or precedent
for this one. But I do know what it sounds like and that a lot
of people are going to love it.
Jim Bianco is somewhat reminiscent of Beck in his crossing
of genres and styles, but he is far more original, creative,
and authentic. Even at his best, Beck still relies a great deal
on powerful production effects and plagiarism, er... sampling,
that is. Bianco, on the other hand, is a real musician.
Everyone I talk to about Jim Bianco tries to compare him to
Tom Waits. Worse, they usually do it in the irksome "meets"
convention, as in "Van Morrison meets Tom Waits."
He does sound a little like Tom Waits, but the comparison is
not only misleading it's just plain lazy. Let's dispense with
it right away. This music is what would happen if Tom Waits
and Dr. John sat in with the Muppets' band for a session of MTV
Unplugged with Bianco as the puppet master.
T-t-t-two birds staring at a stone
Wondering why it was thrown
Missed 'em by a foot and a half
They button up their feathers and laugh
Two birds staring at a stone
There's obviously more to that song, but let that be the last
comparison made to Tom Waits.
Bianco sings in a gravelly, reverse falsetto. Sometimes he'll
strain to force certain vocal intonations. Consequently, he
does frequently sing like Tom Waits sings. That's essentially
all there is to the comparison. While Waits is a very talented
musician, he's also an act. He's become a character and he's
in the Tom Waits business. His raison
d' etre fades as he becomes more of a legend. Jim Bianco is
not acting. He's making good music, and he can sing his ass
off when he wants to.
Well Within Reason is a complicated, poetic performance,
but it's only complicated in trying to explain it. Listening
to it is simply fun. It's a treatise on poetic songwriting,
set to ripping guitar progressions and blistering keyboarding.
Bianco plays with notes, and words, and their meanings like
little kids toss sand into the sea breeze. He builds sand castles
out of inventive rhythms, imagery, melody and a truckload of
pure fun.
He's recorded songs about cockroaches, bad advice from Nietzsche,
good advice from his mother, dimes, and birds. He finds romanticism
and a spiritual nature in drudgery and oft-overlooked, mundane
realities. He takes two steps toward Immanuel Kant, and then
a Buster Keaton pratfall back to where he started. One can't
tell if he's telling a real story or just pulling your leg until
after it's all over. The music leaves listeners either sand-blasted
with wonder or comfortably overwhelmed with joy.
His songs are not lyrical in that they don't follow a conventional
storytelling arc. There's a through-line in each one, but it's
often playing hide-and-seek behind an ingenious metaphor. Bianco
is quite like a magician. He doesn't want us to see the trick,
but to believe in the magic. If he thinks he's blown your mind,
he'll occasionally deign to show you where he's hidden the rabbit.
Standing on the shoulders of the morning
You can see the moon
That lonely sickle scrapes the sky
It's rising on the widow's peak of the afternoon
And it's a long way home
Ashtrays are graveyards for the cigarettes you smoke
Second hand spirits rise from the filter
Headed for heaven but they stop at the ceiling
And into the walls they soak
It's a long way home
I caught you looking at yourself
Who could blame you?
I was looking at you too
Baby, all the things you are afraid of are not afraid of you
And it's a long way home
"A song can be like a girl," says Bianco. "You
usually notice her beauty first, the melody. Then perhaps the
way she's dressed and carries herself, the rhythm. If you sit
down to talk with her, you might get to know what she thinks,
the lyrics." That's a pleasant way to deconstruct a song,
but what happens when one meets a beautiful, intelligent girl
from the Bizarro World?
Well, sometimes he gets a Jim Bianco song.
Jim Bianco has only been playing professionally, on his own,
for two and a half years. To say that I am a great deal impressed
with his ability is an enormous understatement. His musicianship
is more than solid. Bianco doesn't merely play his instruments,
he wrestles them into submission until they yield the best noises
they can make. Then he makes them dance like marionettes, finely
manipulating them and imbuing them with new life.
The players he recruited for this album all come from bigger
acts. They mix a crisp, living sound out of traditional instruments
and help plumb the depths of Bianco's musicianship, humor, and
originality.
He may sing and write his own songs, but I wouldn't call Jim
Bianco a "singer-songwriter." That moniker invokes
miserable panty-waists like Jackson Browne. Jim Bianco is more
like Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem. He makes terrific music
and he makes it look easy. If you're toiling away in anonymity,
why the hell not try to make it look easy?
On your knees, you pray I pull my punches,
And I believe I will
Saturday, and everybody wants some
"Just make it look easy,
Just make it look like you can do no wrong
Just make it look easy," my mama said
If I believe that Jesus was a southpaw,
Then you'll believe he was
Sunday, you're begging for mercy
** Jim Bianco performs regularly in Los Angeles at The Mint,
The Hotel Café, The Knitting Factory, and Genghis Cohen.
He's building a following of serious music fans, among them Glenn
Tilbrook of SQUEEZE. The two have hooked up for a tour of the
Southwest, beginning with a December 4th gig at the Viper Room.
We can only expect good things from this. Hit www.jimbianco.com to get more details, listen
to a few songs and buy the CD.
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