Showing posts with label Moondog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moondog. Show all posts

Saturday, May 26, 2018

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOONDOG


Fog On The Hudson

Surf Season
 
Thanks for the reminder Byron.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Moondog - Transmusicales de Rennes

Live footage of  Moondog is so rare so I am very pleased to see this on youtube. It is later in his life when he was living in Europe.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Moondog - Upstate New York Magazine 1970

This is a great article about Moondog. There are several pictures in this article I have never seen of him. I had no idea that he lived like this in the hills of NY. Just unbelievable that a national treasure lived like this... WTF.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Moondog - Viking Of Sixth Avenue - Kickstarter

This is very exciting. There is finally a serious evaluation of the life and times of Moondog.
wow

If you love Moondog consider donating to the kickstarter.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Moondog NYC Ad

One of the most amazing American composers. If you don't know his music remedy that soon.

Spirit Of Moondog perform several of his early songs live. 


Saturday, May 11, 2013

Moondog The Viking Of Sixth Avenue - Trailer

Just noticed there was a trailer for the Moondog movie in the works. This is exciting. 
Janice Wong does a great version of Birds Lament. Birds Lament was written by Moondog after the passing of Charlie Parker aka Bird. According to Moondog Bird dropped by his doorway often and they talked music and even talked of collaborating on a record. This was not to be as Bird passed after that conversation. Could you imagine a Charlie Parker Moondog record? Almost as cool as my dream of a long lost Moondog And Sun Ra collaboration recording.
"I'm not gonna die in 4/4 time." 
Moondog



Thursday, November 8, 2012

Moondog - The Viking Of 6th Avenue - Biography


  Homeless, blind and dressed like a Viking, Moondog was one of New York's most famous eccentrics - and renowned musicians. Robert Scotto traces the life of a legendary poet and classical composer. The book gets lots of complaints but it is information I am after so I will be ordering this book. Found at Amazon click here.
 
If you walked by the corner of 54th Street and Sixth Avenue in New York City in the summer of 1967, the chances are you would have caught sight of the most famous of all of the city's eccentrics. He dressed in a Viking costume: headdress with horns, elaborate cape, spear. He was articulate and friendly. He'd discuss the Vietnam war, the local art scene, the grand designs of history. He would try to sell passers-by some couplets from a mammoth work-in-progress called Thor the Nordoom. He was blind, but refused to talk about his condition as a handicap. Perhaps most surprising of all was that this eerie and unusual figure was a classical composer in the tonal western tradition who followed all the rules of counterpoint and harmony. This man was Moondog.

Moondog was a living landmark in New York, the object of pilgrimage for hippies, composers, entertainers and writers. His claims to fame are various: he is the most photographed street person in the city's history and an anti-establishment hero. One of his madrigals, "All Is Loneliness", was made into a popular song by Janis Joplin. In 1954 he challenged the disc jockey Alan Freed in court over Freed's use of "Moondog" as a brand name for the popular new genre called rock'n'roll. A serious artist, but one who approached his abilities lightly and satirically, he saw his reputation grow in strange ways until his death in Germany in 1999.

Born 83 years before in Marysville, Kansas, Louis Hardin was the son of Louis Thomas Hardin, an episcopal minister who changed parishes often. The minister's relationship with his superiors was somewhat strained, especially after he published a novel entitled Archdeacon Prettyman in Politics, a rollicking satire of religious frumpery. In order to support his family, Reverend Hardin became, over the years, a merchant, a farmer, a rancher, a postman and an insurance salesman. Young Louis's earliest memories were formed in Plymouth, Wisconsin; he grew to his teens in Wyoming. At the age of 16, in Hurley, Missouri, he was blinded for life when he was messing around with a dynamite cap, unaware of what it was, and it exploded in his face.

Louis's older sister, Ruth, read to him every day for years following the accident, and his encounters with philosophy, science and myth helped to bury whatever was left in him of his parents' Christianity. One book, The First Violin by Jessie Fothergill, inspired him to choose music as his life's work. Until then he had been interested in percussion, playing Indian drums for the high school band, but from the time he read The First Violin he was overtaken by the desire to be a composer. His father may have been a poor man of the cloth, but he was also well educated and an eccentric in his own right; his library contained many books on warfare and recordings of march music.
Hardin learned Braille in St Louis, Missouri, and became proficient in several instruments at the Iowa School for the Blind. After his parents divorced, he lived in Arkansas with his father, and studied music in nearby Memphis. After his secret marriage to a socially prominent older woman was annulled by her family, he decided to head for New York with a stipend that his former wife had secured for him through a patron. With nothing but this monthly allowance in hand, he took the first of many great leaps in the dark - he was alone, with few connections, without prospects, on a bus headed to his future home.

Those who remember Louis as the Viking probably do not realise how long it took for him to arrive at his dress and his image. His "conversion" to Nordic beliefs was not an adolescent pose, but something he had long thought about, and it came in the light of harsh experience.
Music, though, was always at the centre of his life. One day, after standing by the performers' entrance to Carnegie Hall, he was "adopted" by members of the New York Philharmonic and its conductor, Artur Rodzi´nski, who treated him as a serious musician (though he eventually fell out of favour because of his dress, which was becoming more bizarre as he fashioned it himself out of squares of material sewn together). He began to compose poetry and music and to make new, original instruments to play it on. He became Moondog in 1947, when he officially identified himself with the memory of his pet, who would howl at the moon -a sound captured on one of his earliest 78rpm records, Moondog Symphony

For more than two decades, he was a musician, poet, seer, "beggar", living on the streets of Manhattan. With the exception of the first of two cross-country tours in 1948 - when he left the city to live with Native Americans out west and promote his earliest music - and the brief times he spent at his two rural retreats in New Jersey and upstate New York, he was a committed New Yorker. His self-reliance became legendary. He was, as he put it, looking for an identity, both in his lifestyle and in his music: he studied jazz, attuned himself to the city's street sounds and became a master of percussion improvisation. He sold his wares (sheet music, 78rpm records, booklets, broadsides) on the streets and began to acquire friends and a reputation.

During the 1950s, he produced a few albums, most featuring himself as the main performer: one on Woody Herman's label, Mars, three on Prestige, one on Epic, a Columbia subsidiary, and one, his arrangement of nursery rhymes, on Angel, featuring Julie Andrews at the outset of her career and Martyn Green at his nadir. On flute was Julius Baker, one of his oldest friends from the Philharmonic. Pioneers of the sound industry, such as Tony Schwartz, taped him in his street performances. The rounds and madrigals he wrote in Braille, at times painfully in the extreme damp and cold of Manhattan winters, had to be copied at great expense. His music appeared in radio and television commercials or as soundtracks for films. Gradually the public was exposed to his peculiar brand of reactionary rebellion as he appeared in concerts as well as on radio and television.

In 1969, however, his life changed dramatically, thanks to the release of Moondog by Columbia Records in its Masterworks series, backed up by an extensive promotional campaign. That year was Moondog's annus mirabilis. From being a cult figure and local treasure, he became a celebrity of a different order: an internationally famous composer of classical music who was also a unique and easily recognisable personality. The record was released soon after he moved out of Philip Glass's home, where he had spent a profitable year sharing ideas with the younger composer.
Moondog is comprised of a solid half-hour of his orchestral pieces, some dating from the late 1940s. It also features the very best of his early, larger compositions, performed by the cream of New York's musicians, definitive statements of his signature pieces: "Theme", "Bird's Lament", Good for Goodie", "Stamping Ground". It became a bestseller (though he never received any royalties) and soon passed Bernstein's Greatest Hits in the charts - a delicious triumph for Moondog, since the great maestro had never performed his music with the New York Philharmonic. He appeared on radio shows and all of the television staples, in costume, and in good form: The Today Show, The Tonight Show (where Mitch Miller surrendered his baton to him). Adverts for the record featured the Viking against the backdrop of Gotham. For a year he was courted, celebrated, vindicated: it was the closest he ever came to stardom in the US.

In 1971, Moondog 2 appeared. It was perhaps an even greater artistic accomplishment, but one burdened by too much confusion of intent and hampered by too little publicity. For two years, from 1972 to 1974, Moondog moved to Candor, New York, for an interlude of peaceful work before making another great leap.
That leap came when he fulfilled a long-delayed dream by travelling to Europe and, in so doing, returning to the site of the ancient culture that he had kept alive for so long in his clothes and his music. Except for one brief, triumphal return tour in 1989, he never returned to the US. He lived in Germany, and though it was a long way from New York City, he felt at home. The "European in exile", as he once identified himself, had returned. But, like everything else in his life, it wasn't easy: for the first year or so he lived on the streets in several German cities, not having the airfare to return to America.

In 1975 he met Frank and Ilona Goebel, whose family - appalled that such a talented and sensitive man could be left to fend for himself, blind, cold and uncared for - took him in. With their help, he soon enjoyed a working environment unlike anything he had ever known. In Germany, he wrote enormous amounts of music, including his mammoth sound saga (The Creation), more poetry (he completed Thor the Nordoom) and a variety of treatises (such as The Overtone Tree), and produced more albums than during any other period of his life.

Moondog's residence in Europe was, in every sense of the word, a triumph: he performed frequently in Austria, France and Britain (where two of his finest albums, Sax Pax and Big Band, were recorded), as well as in Germany. Domestication, he said, only improved his work. Nearly everything had changed - except the creative spark, which was as bright as it had ever been.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Moondog NYC Ad

Very cool NYC ad featuring Moondog aka The Viking Of 6th Avenue.
I've been listening to all the Moondog I can get my hands on and the early stuff is my favorite. It has abit more of an edge. The latter stuff is interesting but with more of a classical edge. Going to spin Snaketime Series this morning and grab some more coffee

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Moondog Video Footage


This is the only video footage I have ever seen of Moondog. I hope there is footage that has yet to be released but after talking to some of the Moondog historians this may be it. The footage is from a beatnik movie called The Moving Finger.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Moondog - Enough About Human Rights and Dog Trot


One of the best. Moondog.









Tuesday, October 11, 2011

MOONDOG MOONDOG MOONDOG MOONGOD MOONGOD MOONGOD

I've been listening to alot of Moondog lately. On one side I think it is sad it took me so long to hear him but on the other hand it is great to have recently heard him and dove headfirst into his music. Thank you Moondog.



This is one of my favorite recent aquisitions. To quote my friend Sterno Moondog "rocks the fuck".



This post originated at retro vintage modern hi-fi http://itishifi.blogspot.com