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Monday, July 14th

Scott Walker

music: Anything from Scott's 1st 4 LPs
mood: Melancholy

If you have never heard of Scott Walker then I feel I must turn you on to my all time favorite singer. His recorded works are not for everyone's tastes. My wife can't stand any of his music; she associates his sound with Frank Sinatra (whose work I like; especially his Capitol years) and her parent's generation of singers. But Scott and his work are much deeper and more mysterious than that older generation of singers who just crooned many of the same classic standards without the depth those songs deserved.

If you ever listen to oldies pop radio, you've heard his early work. While Scott never had a solo hit in the United States, he had two massive North American hits when he was with the Walker Brothers (they weren't really brothers): "Make It Easy On Yourself" and "The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore."

Noel Scott Engel (Scott Walker's real name) began as Eddie Fisher's protegé. Scott made recordings as a teen that sound like Fisher --- don't buy those! Later Scott attended my alma mater, the Chouinard Art Institute (aka CalArts; he went there years before me. I'd like to know if he attended Chouinard while Jackie DeShannon or Rick Griffin were there). Scott played bass for The Routers (they had a hit with "Let's Go!") before hooking up with John Maus and then Gary Leeds to form the Walker Brothers.

Scott began his serious songwriting while he was with the Walkers. I highly recommend picking up either the "The Walker Brothers - After the Lights Go Out" or "The Walker Brothers - Singles +" CDs (the second one is a double CD). They both contain the big Walker Brothers hits as well as a nice selection of Scott-authored songs.

When I first heard the Walker Brothers I brushed them off as being Righteous Brothers clones. The Walkers had pretty much lifted Phil Spector's "Wall of Sound" for their hit recordings. It was a review in the Los Angeles Times, however (and the constant urging of my best art school friend and UK Scott fanatic, Sue Foster), that made me give them (and Scott's work) a second listen. The reviewer compared Scott not only to the Righteous Brothers' Bill Medley, but to Arthur Brown as well. Being a big Arthur Brown nut (don't get me started), that did the trick. I gave Scott another chance and my life was changed (much for the better) forever.

After three hit LPs with the Walker Brothers, Scott went solo. The music press thought his career was finished. "Why, it's John Walker who's the talented member of the group!" they chorused. How wrong they were. "Scott 1" was a roaring hit in the UK and Europe. It was followed by the critically acclaimed and highly successful "Scott 2" and "Scott 3." The boldness of "Jackie", Scott's first single from "Scott 2", caused the record to be banned by the BBC (the line that bothered them the most, apparently, was the one about "authentic queers and phony virgins"). Scott became acknowledged as the finest interpreter of Jacques Brel songs (all of Scott's Brel work is contained on those three CDs) in the world (Brel himself would immediately send Scott his latest compositions before he sent them anywhere else). There are a couple of MOR songs on the first two LPs but by "Scott 3", nearly everything was penned by either Brel or Scott himself. I think that perhaps the saddest song I have ever heard is Scott's interpretation of Brel's "If You Go Away." It is the perfect musical and lyrical encapsulation of False Hopes after the devastating and sudden demise of a relationship.

For over twelve years running (during the late 60s and throughout the 70s), Scott was voted Best Male Vocalist in the New Musical Express annual poll, consistently beating out the likes of Robert Plant, Steve Marriott, Rod Stewart, Mick Jagger, John Lennon, Paul McCartney and, well ... any of the other giant pop stars of the time.

The bravery of Scott in the pop world is unsurpassed; he went much farther than the Rolling Stones in his examination of the darker sides of life. Who else would have the guts to include this lyric on a mainstream pop album: "I swear on the wet head of my first case of gonorrhea" (from "Next")?

Scott's songs have the power to instantly convey what it feels like to walk the wet cobblestones of an old European city on a bleak, misty dawn or dusk. He sings about whores, desperate lovers, the devastation of war, transvestites, Bergman, Stalin and a boy named Billy floating high in the sky with a string tied to his underwear. The pre-vocal opening to "Big Louise" exactly captures the mood aurally that I try to evoke visually in my serious paintings. Put that track on, look at a good reproduction (or, better yet, the original oil painting) of "Destiny in the Depths" (the sperm whale attacking the giant squid), and you will be emotionally transported to exactly where I would like you to be when you're perusing my work.

"Big Louise" also has one of my favorite evocative Scott lyrics: "She's a haunted house and her windows are broken..."

Scott released what many fans consider his masterwork (he wrote every song on the LP), "Scott 4", and it tanked. Perhaps it was because he released the LP under his real name, Noel Scott Engel, which might have confused his "Scott Walker" audience. Perhaps it was because he had already released "Scott 3" and "Scott: Scott Walker Sings Songs From His TV Series" the same year as "Scott 4". Or the fans may have been put off by the two songs that feature Scott's Ella Fitzgerald-ish scat singing. Whatever it was, the record didn't chart and Scott was devastated.

I personally think that Scott's first four solo CDs should be a proud component of every serious music collection. To give you an excellent sampling of those four LPs, pick up the "Scott Walker - Boy Child" CD on Fontana (with liner notes by Scott fan Marc Almond) or "Fire Escape in the Sky: The Godlike Genius of Scott Walker" (compiled by Scott fan Julian Cope).

After the failure of "Scott 4", Scott buckled under the pressure to sing more mainstream standards and did so for a few LPs (he has refused to allow some of those LPs to appear on CD).

In 1975 the Walker Brothers reformed and had a big UK & European hit with Tom Rush's "No Regrets." Their next LP was "Lines" which did not have the same success as "No Regrets". Guessing that the hit may have been a lucky fluke, Scott convinced the group to really go for it, artistically, on their third LP, arguing that it might be their only chance to do what they wanted to do without artistic restriction. The result, "Nite Flights", was terrifying and stunning. Scott really began breaking new, unexplored artistic ground as both a singer and composer.

Going solo again, Scott continued down this path and slowly (Scott creates one album about every twelve years) pushed the boundaries of expression even harder and farther. Upon hearing one of Scott's new solo works, Brian Eno, no slouch himself when it comes to experimentation, phoned his fellow avant-gardists and said something to the effect of, "We think what we're doing is bold and daring? HA! We haven't even come close to what Scott has accomplished. We're mere dabblers in comparison."

On his 1995 CD "Tilt" Scott managed to convey the sounds of thousands of diseased locusts as part of the back-up to his vocals. On his latest highly acclaimed CD (it was #2 on the Metacritic chart upon its release in June 2006 and still at #12 by the end of September of that year), "The Drift", Scott had his drummer play one song's rhythms on a side of raw meat. Personally, I consider Scott the most daring and experimental musical composer since Igor Stravinsky. Scott is creating powerful emotional "songs" deliberately devoid of melody, songs that are sheer expressions of mood (usually of desperation, angst or the most painful periods of loneliness). They are unnerving shouts in the darkness by a soul suffering deep anguish and pain.

There is an excellent recent documentary on Scott, "Scott Walker - 30th Century Man", that is available on DVD in the UK and Europe. It is produced by David Bowie (a huge Scott fan; Bowie says his only unrealized goal in life is to work with Scott Walker). I saw it recently. The filmmakers made outstanding choices when it came to pairing their visuals with Scott's music.

OK; that's my Scott pitch. DON'T start your listening with his recent CDs (many Scott fans find them unlistenable; I beg to differ)! Ease into his more experimental stuff by beginning chronologically with the Walker Brothers, followed by Scott's solo work and the work of the reformed Walkers. Hopefully, Scott's "Climate of the Hunter", "Tilt" and "The Drift" will then make perfect, painful, poetic sense.

You'll either be grateful to me forever --- or you'll agree with my wife.

Bill on 07/14/08 @ 01:21 AM PST
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Monday, June 23rd

George Carlin, R. I. P.

music: Circus Music; George would have liked that...
mood: Loss...

Well, I'm just at that age, I guess, where I'm losing friends and acquaintances at the rate of about once a week now. The brilliant comedian George Carlin is the latest. He just died of heart failure.

George Carlin was an amazing guy. He went through a few careers and many ups and downs. I won't go into detail on his bio which is readily available all over the place right now. In a nutshell, his career began as a two-man stand-up act, Burns and Carlin; then George flew solo. When I first saw him on TV he was very funny and particularly straight looking. There was nothing too much about him to make him stand out from the other fine comedians at practice during that time. Then George changed. He dropped out, rewrote his act and grew his hair. He became the comic icon of our generation, the quintessential hippy comedian. Carlin went to jail on Freedom of Speech issues. He began acting on TV and in film. He wrote bestselling books. His stand-up act changed, becoming deeper, more political and more artful.

The amazing thing to me about George's act is that unlike most other comedians' acts, his act didn't mellow with age. If anything, it got more blindingly savage with each successive year. I admired him for continuing to take those chances at the risk of alienating his audience.

I first met George when I took a course in Comedy at the Sherwood Oaks Experimental College. George Carlin was one of my instructors (it was a pretty amazing course; included amongst my other instructors were Richard Pryor, Dustin Hoffman and Kenneth Mars). The George Carlin I met there and talked to after class was very different from his ferocious stage persona. He was one of the kindest, most generous, gentle and thoughtful souls I have ever met.

If you were a friend of his, he was loyal to you for life. A close, mutual friend decided to make the difficult transition from doing costume design for stage, TV and film to entering the rocky world (lemme tell ya) of Fine Art as a painter. During her down financial times George would always come through with orders for a couple of pairs of custom made raw silk pants from her. He did this for decades and never, ever made her feel like it was done out of charity on his part. Man, did he rave about those pants!

George Carlin's work and writing transcended geographical and generational boundaries. I found he has a huge fan base at McMurdo Station in Antarctica. My sons (especially my youngest, James) became big George Carlin fans initially through his HBO specials. I loved sharing those specials with my boys. They loved the shock and surprise of his humor, and especially responded to George's love for the peculiarities of the English language. When Carlin's books came out, they devoured them.

George, you just lost your front row seat to what you referred to as the Circus of Life. I like to think you're watching it from the celestial balcony now, sitting right in between Richard Pryor and Mark Twain.

Peace and Rest to You, My Friend.

Bill on 06/23/08 @ 12:21 PM PST
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Thursday, June 19th

The Fall

music: Beethoven's 7th Symphony
mood: Awestruck

I saw a brave, magnificent film yesterday: Tarsem's "The Fall". Although I found flaws with it, the courage and vision it took to make such a film overwhelm whatever criticisms I might have of this amazing work of cinema. "The Fall" was shot in 18 different countries (including spectacular India locations) and was financed by the director out of his own pocket from the money he made shooting TV commercials. Tarsem broke the First Rule of Hollywood: Never put your own money into your own film (Spielberg never does).

You can watch the trailer at http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi2511470873/

It gives you a taste of the movie without giving away too many of the surprises. Imagine The Princess Bride meets Lawrence of Arabia meets Baron Munchausen meets Fellini --- with a dash of M. C. Escher!

I was especially touched by Tarsem's use of Beethoven's 7th Symphony at the film's beginning and end. The scene in which birds fly out of the old man's mouth as he is dying is Guillermo del Toro-wonderful.

"The Fall" is getting really crappy minimal promotion, so see this fine film before it disappears from theaters. This is DEFINITELY a BIG SCREEN movie! SO MUCH will be lost on DVD (although I'll be the first person in line to purchase it when it comes out).

The film was produced by fellow directorial artists Spike Jonez and David Fincher, who righteously and obviously believed in their fellow creator's unique cinematic vision.

If you're a follower of my Journal you'll know that I rarely hype films. The staggering visuals in this one make it deserve any boost I or anyone else can possibly give it.

Bill on 06/19/08 @ 03:08 PM PST
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Tuesday, June 17th

Stan Winston, R.I.P.

music: Jurassic Park Theme
mood: Melancholy

My colleague Stan Winston has passed away.

Stan and I did one film together, the 1986 remake of "Invaders From Mars." His team built the Martian Drones that I had designed. We both worked on the design of the Martian Supreme Intelligence for that movie; it was Stan's people who designed and fabricated this creature as it finally appeared in the film.

The Martian Drone was based upon something Rick Baker had told me he'd always wanted to do. Rick said that whenever you see a guy-in-a-suit creature, you can always tell it's a guy in a suit because of the human configuration inside that suit. We all know how and where knees and elbows bend in a human. Rick asked, what if you designed a creature suit to be worn backwards? The knees of that suit would be bending the wrong way for a human, fooling or a least confusing the audience.

I took that idea and ran with it, presenting it to Tobe Hooper at an early informal pre-production meeting at Tobe's home. Stan was there as well. Tobe OK'ed the backwards suit idea and look on the spot. I gave xerox copies of the Drone design to Tobe and Stan.

After the picture came out I got a surreal call from Stan. He was irate. He had just read an article on "Invaders" in Starlog or Fangoria in which I talked about how I had designed the Martian Drone.

"I DESIGNED the Martian Drone!" screamed Stan. I could scarcely believe my ears. Fortunately, I found Stan's claim pretty hilarious. I walked him through the sequence of events in the suit design. He wouldn't budge.

"BUT I DESIGNED IT!" he shouted.

"If you don't believe me, then you should ask Tobe about it," I replied.

"I did," said Stan.

"Well, what did Tobe say?"

"He said he recalled when you brought in the design and gave it to me." Stan paused. "BUT I DESIGNED IT!"

I just shook my head, hung up the phone and laughed. I was the recipient of another surreal Hollywood story, one of many.

Years later, Stan was working for a friend of mine, the talented producer-director Steve Miner. Steve had thrown a huge party at his place to celebrate the release of his latest film. I was invited. I ran into Stan at the party. He was neither angry nor overly friendly with me. I think he was really happy about the way in which his career was progressing.

Several more years later I was working on the lot at Universal. Steven Spielberg had hired me to design the first three flagship gaming clubs (for Seattle, WA, Ontario, CA, and Tempe AZ) of his called GameWorks. It was a joint project between DreamWorks SKG, Universal and Sega games. Steven was simultaneously directing Jurassic Park.

I had several friends at Stan Winston Studios. They sneaked me in on a Saturday to see all of the dinosaur work they were doing for Jurassic Park. A lot of it, as we all now know, was pretty amazing. His shop gave me new respect for Stan. It was state-of-the-art in terms of having the safest, most healthy working conditions for his employees of any facility I had ever seen. There were huge fans in the ceiling that immediately sucked all of the noxious and hazardous fumes out of the work areas. There was even a small gym on the premises. It was quite impressive; I cut Stan a lot of slack after seeing all of that.

Months later, I was still working at Universal (I worked on the GameWorks project for about two years). I happened to run into Stan. He was very enthusiastic and extremely gracious. He asked if I had time to see what they were doing on Jurassic Park. He whisked me past security and took me onto Steven's closed set. Stan was like a man transformed. He exhibited not an ounce of jealousy or animosity towards me. He seemed genuinely happy to see me. I think he saw me as an empathetic colleague who had fought and gone through many of the same or similar battles one gets thrown into working in the film business at our elevated level. I was no longer a threat; instead, I was one of the very few guys he could relate to, a fellow film warrior who perhaps knew and understood what he had gone through because I had been through it myself.

The tour was wonderful. Stan was rightfully proud of what his JP crew had created.

We've been warm and friendly to each other ever since that moment, giving each other advice and sharing film biz tips. I'm gonna miss him.

The lesson to be taken home here is that people can change for the better. I know the last thirty some years of my life has included my own struggle not to be an asshole. For whatever reasons, I haven't always been successful. I wince at the memories of some of the stuff I've done or said to both friends and strangers. For me, the battle is never over, although my batting average in the last decade or so I like to think has been pretty good. It takes just as much energy to be nice to someone as it does to be nasty --- so why not be nice?

Peace To Stan; Peace to You All...

Bill on 06/17/08 @ 10:34 AM PST
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Friday, May 16th

Will Elder, R. I. P.

music: Anything by Raymond Scott
mood: Fershlugginer

My dear friend and mentor, Will Elder, a founding artist of MAD Magazine, has died at the age of 86.

Willy’s kindness and decency as a human being was one of the things that gave me hope for our species.

Willy’s work had a profound affect upon me as an artist. He had the rare ability to make funny drawings. That is, his images could provoke out loud laughter even if you did not understand or know their context as related to a story. For examples, pick up some of the MAD reprints and peruse his drawings of Bumble and the Boss or Ramon and the Heap. Then, just try not to laugh.

Willy was also a very underrated writer. Because of his long association with his best buddy Harvey Kurtzman (who became fast friends at Manhattan's High School of Music and Art), Willy’s writing was invariably overshadowed by Harvey’s brilliance. Although Harvey wrote all of Willy’s stories for MAD, Willy wrote his own stories for E. C.’s sister comic PANIC. I think seeing the opening panel to Willy’s "Captain Izzy and Washt Upps" in PANIC did damage to my creative psyche at some sort of genetic level. It depicts the two comic character stars humbly working on the assembly line of a factory. Their job? One guy bends straight wires into bobby pins and puts them back on the conveyor belt. His partner then bends them back to being straight wires! CRAZY! And get this dialogue from that panel: "I tell you, Washt, this job is getting me down!" Who could think of a situation that loony but the great Willy Elder?

Will Elder was the founder of what Harvey Kurtzman referred to as "The Chicken Fat School of Art.” In addition to telling each main funny story in MAD, Elder thoroughly peppered his panels with what Harvey called “eyeball kicks” --- dozens of little visual jokes, gags and humorous signs, some corny, most subtly hilarious. This set a template for the other MAD artists and even eventually influenced the later movie poster art of E. C. alumni Jack Davis and Frank Frazetta, as well as the Firesign Theatre comedy record albums and the Zucker brothers films (such as AIRPLANE!).

In 1972 I drew an ode to the MAD work of Kurtzman, Elder and Wally Wood, called “Motorpsycho!”, when I was working for CYCLE-Toons. Upon its publication I sent a copy to Harvey Kurtzman. To my astonishment I received a letter back from Harvey asking if I would join him and Willy as an assistant on PLAYBOY’s “Little Annie Fanny”.

They flew me out on my first trip to New York. I spent most of my time on the strip working next to Willy in his studio. By 1972, Willy was no longer the practical joking lunatic of his MAD days (MAD‘s publisher, Bill Gaines, once described Elder as "our only contributor who lived a life as crazy as our magazine"). He had grown very thoughtful, kind and philosophical. He treated me like a son, giving me gentle guidance and sharing the many tricks of the trade he had discovered over his long career. Willy was extremely patient with me; probably much more patient with me than I deserved. What he must have thought of this long haired bundle of testosterone, enthusiasm and energy! I tried to hit on his beautiful daughter Nancy, I attempted to add to “Annie” more than what my budding talents were capable of and did what he and Harvey thought were crazy things like driving directly to Harlem my first day in New York.

But as I said, Willy was patient --- and wise. His son, Marty, was a teenager at the time. Willy asked me to counsel Marty on drug use, knowing that such advice might be listened to more carefully coming from a peer than from a father. Willy intuitively sensed or recognized the good that was at my core and knew I would say the right things to his son.

I was nuts about Elder’s work and expressed such to Willy. He proudly opened his flat files and showed me pages and pages of his originals. I was knocked out by the methodical precision of his HELP! magazine Goodman Beaver art (Goodman was the precursor to Annie). I told Willy my favorite story and character of his, though, was that insanely funny Melvin Mole tale in MAD #2.

I was only on “Annie” for a couple of stories. Harvey told me I was far too creative for the job (they didn't really want creativity in that assisting job; I don't think I was saving them much time, either). He expected great things from me in the future, though. Harvey and I remained the best of friends. We never failed to get together when I was in New York or when he was visiting Los Angeles. Willy was much more of a homebody, though. He was not easily accessible out there in New Jersey and, as a result, we didn't see each other again for decades.

Two weeks after I had arrived back home from New York to my apartment in Hollywood, a package arrived. I opened it. Inside was a gift from Willy: he had painted a beautiful full figure portrait of Melvin Mole for me.

Many years later and not too long ago, Comic-Con International was convinced to gather up all of the original remaining E. C. comic artists and fly them out as guests. I was assigned the honor of escorting Willy during the con’s awards banquet. By then he had become very frail. When he needed to walk, I took his arm, gently supporting him. At one point he stopped, looked up at me and said, “Bill; now you’re my dad!”

Sons and fathers often don’t say the things to each other that they should. Although Willy was extremely happy to be inducted into the Comic Book Hall of Fame, he told me the greatest moment of his San Diego trip was when I related to him something his son had told me back in 1972.

Remember when I had that drug talk with Willy’s son? During that conversation Marty and I also talked about Willy. At the banquet I told Willy what Marty had expressed to me during our talk --- something he had never directly told his father. Marty said, “I think my dad is the best artist in the whole world.”

So here’s to "the best artist in the whole world" --- Willy Elder. The genius in your art will live forever, available as a gift of entertainment and inspiration to all who seek it.

With Love,

Your friend, colleague, son and father,

William Stout

Bill on 05/16/08 @ 09:53 AM PST
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Sunday, May 11th

Talk Today

music: Any OST
mood: Show Biz!

To all of my local (to the Los Angeles area) fans:

I'm moderating a California Art Club panel discussion today from 3:00 PM to 5:00 PM at the Pasadena Museum of California Art. The topic is making the transition from working in the film business to becoming a fine artist. My fellow panelists will be Drew Struzan, Peter Brooke, Sunny Apinchapong and Glen Eisner.

We'll all have samples of our film work, answer questions I've prepared and, if time, answer your questions, too.

See you there!

Bill

Bill on 05/11/08 @ 09:46 AM PST
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Friday, May 2nd

Gustaf Tenggren - LIFE Magazine Illustrations

music: Collectors' Choice
mood: Completist

Continuing my Bibliography of the Works of Gustaf Tenggren, here is a complete listing of his work for LIFE magazine. Happy Hunting!

LIFE
1921
March 3 p. 453: “Unfamiliar Anniversaries --- No. 1 - ‘The Invention of the Wheelbarrow’”
Pen illustration: Leonardo, artist’s model & wheelbarrow.

April 7 p. 491: “Unfamiliar Anniversaries --- No. 2 - ‘Hamlet Is Accepted’”
Pen illustration: William Shakespeare reads an acceptance letter to his wife.

April 14 p. 525: “Unfamiliar Anniversaries --- No. 3 - ‘Diogenes Meets Alexander the Great’”
Pen illustration: Alexander listens to Diogenes.

April 21 Full color cover: “The Crescent Moon”
Two Arabs spy on topless redhead beauty.
p. 575: “Unfamiliar Anniversaries --- No. 4 - ‘Mohammed and the Mountain’”
Pen illustration: Mohammed strolls by two gossiping Arabs.

April 28 p. 602: “Unfamiliar Anniversaries --- No. 5 - ‘Laying in the Cornerstone of Cheops’”
Pen illustration: Modern and ancient Egyptians hoist a block of stone.

May 5 p. 641: “Unfamiliar Anniversaries --- No. 6 - ‘Newton Discovers a Law’”
Pen illustration: Sleeping Newton gets hit in the nose by apple.

May 26 p. 751: “Unfamiliar Anniversaries --- No. 7 - ‘Sir Walter Raleigh and Queen Elizabeth’”
Pen illustration: Sir Walter lays down his coat for the Queen.



Bill on 05/02/08 @ 04:12 PM PST
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