Hidden Flick: X and Why

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[Originally Published: 10/26/2010]

Zelig, chameleon, “I’m 12 years old. I run into a Synagogue. I ask the Rabbi the meaning of life. He tells me the meaning of life. But, he tells it to me in Hebrew. I don’t understand Hebrew. Then he wants to charge me six hundred dollars for Hebrew lessons.”

Rich sounds of some subterranean nature, specifically the voice, guitars and drums as it flows in the design, a sublime addition to a fine piece of cinema, an engaging slice which subtly celebrates the hidden truths of daily sounds, shadowing an almost silent unheard music captured by the Masqued Wind and carried off to another breathtaking locale.

And within the Unheard Music, the silent sounds of the daily ritual that you and I share, we toil amongst ourselves, neither forgetting or acknowledging each other’s existence, until we are free…a moment and then nothing, glass shatters beyond this window and the earth winds to a halt. Beyond this window something unknown is watching you and me. There’s laughing inside, but we’re locked outside the public eye. X marked the spot.

We venture forth and move backwards through time and space. Most people are unaware that on the initial release of London Calling, The Clash’s landmark double album, their hit single, arguably the most commercial piece of old school ear candy the band would ever record, wasn’t even listed on the sleeve. Train in Vain appeared as a hidden track, the last song on side four, kicking in after Revolution Rock, and solidified the legendary status of the album and the band. The gesture also spoke volumes about the post-punk quartet’s confidence that a) they could record a cool, timeless track, and b) they didn’t need to shove the product down the consumer’s throat by highlighting its appearance.

This punk mentality definitely found a home on the West Coast of America, as well. Many punk bands flourished in their own artistic way in the 1970s and 80s, but arguably no other Los Angeles punk rockers had the enduring longevity as X. Indeed, 30 years on, they celebrate their anniversary with a holiday run beginning in December. Before each show, the band will screen a film, this week’s Hidden Flick, X: The Unheard Music.

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The L.A. quartet may not have been the best punk band, or the only band that mattered. Hell, they may not have been the most important band in L.A. But there was something—and very much still is—about X’s ability to combine a Johnny Cash/June Carter Cash duet vocal style with a hard Ramones edge rooted in a killer rockabilly sound.

Directed by W.T. Morgan, starring John Doe, Exene Cervenka, Billy Zoom, and D.J. Bonebrake and culled from about a half decade’s worth of footage and music, the film is both a grand introduction and a solid testament to the humble power and glory of X. This was a band that shat on modern radio, trends, long term posturing, short term sell outs, and just got on with it—they created music that was filled with an energy which was seamlessly married to poetic lyrics that had never quite been heard before or since.

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One is forced to think about music’s place in the universe and why, incredibly, one truly needs to forget all of the philosophical adventures and “What does it all mean?” ignorant posturing, and just get on with ROCK…is this a great film? Well, no. Is the music great? Well, yes. Would a musician flag this film as one of their favorites? Hmmm…dunno. But I do know what Jerry Garcia’s favorite film was, and he was probably hated by the punks quite a bit, while not realizing that Captain Trips was one of the greatest punks of all.

(excerpt from Lipstick Traces, by Greil Marcus, and a Literary Halloween Costume hidden inside a delay loop: It was in fact a desperate search, in a utopia that contained its own contradiction, product of a wish that at once went beyond art and found itself returned to it: “When freedom is practiced in a closed circle,” [Guy-Ernest] Debord wrote in 1959, looking back on the LI [Lettrist International] in his film Sur le passage de quelques personnes à travers une assez courte unité de temps (On the Passage of a Few Through a Rather Brief Moment in Time), “it fades into a dream, becomes a mere representation of itself.”—end Literary Halloween Costume of this edition)

The Saragossa Manuscript was Garcia’s favorite film and, after just a few scenes, the viewer can see the connection. The guitarist, who edited and directed The Grateful Dead Movie in the late 1970s, had also wanted to film Kurt Vonnegut’s The Sirens of Titan. Alas, Garcia’s cinematic aspirations appeared to fade as he slipped further down his own devilish and druggy path into oblivion—a tragedy so profound that the writer, Ken Kesey commented after Garcia’s funeral that he was upset that people only thought of the Dead icon as a guitarist and not the great artist he was in so many other arenas.

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As one travels through time and space and let’s X pull the layers of the hidden onion back, one remembers the secret underneath: It is all about THE SONG. There is a spirit about this band that cannot be questioned. There is a reason that the Doors’ keyboardist and resident philosopher, Ray Manzarek produced the quartet. And there is a reason why one writes about such a film like X: The Unheard Music in such vague and abstract terms. One takes on the skin of the chameleon like so many times before, and sheds everything old. There it is—the nut of it all. The pursuit of enlightenment yields ultra long periods of prologue and epilogue in one’s life, and the middle, the spine, the meat of the story of one’s life can often feel almost trapped in time and space, isolated from the history, the back story of the life led which resonates, and then drifts away, LOST, replaced by another…everything new is just a random portrait nearby. And on the passage of a few through a rather brief moment in time, it is up to you to find that hidden gem, that lost chord, that chameleon searching for a new language…

- Randy Ray