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So we spontaneously played in Tucson on 7th January 2018:

“In their heyday, with chart topping hits like “Metropolis” and “Under the Milky Way,” Australian neo-psychedelic/dream poppers The Church became a staple during the MTV Era of the 1980s into the early ‘90s (when MTV actually played music videos back-to-back). Saturday, a small gathering of devotees were privileged to a rarified event. An intimate performance by Marty Willson-Piper (co-founding member of The Church) accompanied by his lovely bride Olivia Willson-Piper on violin. The newlyweds, on a cross country trek, made a stop in The Old Pueblo. The venue: The inviting living room of close friends. I must say, in this context, to hear Willson-Piper’s rich, resonant voice sing “Spark,” a song that he penned off of Starfish (Arista, 1988), while slashing away on twelve-string acoustic guitar was just too much to bear. Overstimulated neurotransmitters flooded my brain with epinephrine, unable to fully process the surreality and sheer awesomeness of the moment, resulting in a Cheshire cat grin that remained affixed long after the final chord rang out.” (Xavier Omar Otero)

“Truth is indeed stranger than fiction in this strange world of ours. Sometimes the impossible happens. Sometimes, unexpected treasures do, indeed land on your doorstep (literally).
Last Saturday evening, we were visited and charmed by a travelling minstrel and his beautiful bride. What followed was a night of enchantment, melody and magic that I will never forget. Thank you Marty and Olivia Willson-Piper for filling our home with your very special brand of ethereal, spellbinding, mellifluous wonder. It was as beautiful as it was surreal. 
To have followed the career of such an exceptional musician and to have held him in such high regard for so many decades, to watching in awe as he painted the air with mesmerizing, haunting melodies and poetry in the comfort of my own home, was a full circle, very personal experience for me. 
I met Marty the first time at Irvine Meadows Amphitheater backstage, after The Church (on their “Heyday” tour) had just opened for Echo & the Bunnymen. In those moments just after their performance, they informed my band at the time (Rex Estelle, Paul “Arki” Wolfe), that the following night they would be playing in our home town of Tucson at a place called “Nemo’s” (they meant Nino’s). Knowing that the boys would be in shock transitioning from a concert performance to nearly 50,000 people to a sardine can-sized watering hole that barely held 75 people with the assistance of a crowbar, we decided to jump in the car, fuel up and race back home to the Old Pueblo to meet them there to assist and show them around town (I was living in the Valley at that time with The Watch). We arrived at their sound check the following day at Nino’s, took them to lunch at the Blue Willow then shopping at Aardvark’s before their show, where Marty purchased the famous captains jacket he wore in the “Under the Milkyway” video. Thirty years later, he spent the evening at my house, delighting us all in my very living room. 
It’s not every day that we are given the opportunity to meet and spend quality time with our heroes. You will always be my favorite guitarist of all time, Marty. Your violin was heavenly, Olivia Willson-Piper. Congratulations to you both. I wish you both much prosperity and bliss!” (Dennis “Spyder” Rhodes)

Welcome to the new website, we have lots of announcements to make but the first thing we’d like to announce are US dates that will see us visiting the coasts and Texas with a merry band of minstrels that will include Hannah Moorhead on bass and vocals, Don Piper on guitar and vocals and Olivia Willson-Piper-to-be on violin, cellolin and vocals. Our special guest on all dates will be Edward Rogers, although Austin will be just Olivia and I. Ex Spacehog drummer Jonny Cragg will join us in Seattle and Portland and we hope for other skin beaters and shakers at other shows.

This might also be an opportune moment to announce that Olivia and I will be getting married in Las Vegas tomorrow (on the 22nd December)!

We have a new mailing list and we will be sending out messages as events come to fruition. You can sign up to our mailing list on my new website martywillson-piper.com or via the indeepmusicarchive.net website. If you don’t want these notifications simply unsubscribe at your leisure.

With two new albums on the way through Schoolkids Records in 2018, that is Noctorum 4 with Dare Mason and MOAT 2 with Niko Röhlcke and another surprise release pending, we are looking forward to seeing you out there on the road at the beginning of the year. Also my involvement with Swedish Progressive band Anekdoten continues with dates already announced in Europe in 2018.

The Songwriting & Guitar Guidance sessions will be continuing into 2018 and feel free to contact me (mwpindeepmusicarchive@gmail.com) or Olivia (olivia@martywillson-piper.com) if you are interested in taking part.

They are a great last minute Christmas present!

I haven’t been able to write about music lately with travelling and with recording being a priority. If you miss reading about treasures from the collection – The In Deep Music Archive is in the steady hands of serial blogger Aram Delgado.

Happy Holidays to all and hope to see you next year!

MWP

US 2018 Gigs:

Jan 13 – Steve’s, Jackson, MS (without Edward Rogers) (SOLD OUT!)

Jan 25 – Meet & Greet at Pleasantry Lane Studio, Dallas, TX

Jan 26 – Pleasantry Lane Studio, Dallas, TX (without Edward Rogers) (SOLD OUT!)

Jan 27 – Barracuda, Austin, TX (without Edward Rogers)

Feb 08 – Highline, Seattle, WA

Feb 10 – Jack London Revue, Portland, OR

Feb 11 – Genghis Cohen, Los Angeles, CA (SOLD OUT!)

Feb 12 – Genghis Cohen, Los Angeles, CA (SOLD OUT!)

Feb 13 – Hotel Utah, San Francisco, CA

Feb 17 – Stage On Herr, Harrisburg, PA

Feb 18 – Get Hip Headquarters, Pittsburgh, PA

Feb 20 – World Cafe Live, Philadelphia, PA

Feb 22 – The Cutting Room, New York, NY

Feb 23 – Colony, Woodstock, NY

The true magician among the spirits

Marty Willson-Piper and Olivia Dibowski, El Emergente Bar, 10th February 2017 by Noelia Fernandez. Photographs: Nazarena Talice.

I am certain of a thousand things
I know nothing of a million more
The silence will eventually ring
Just listen, just listen …
(Marty Willson-Piper. “Listen / Space”)

At about 8:30 pm that rainy Friday, I approach, anxiously, the door of El Emergente, which, as I had imagined before I arrived, was still almost hermetically closed. I sat on a step to read the newspaper when, after a few minutes, in an unexpected moment, the heavy gate opened for just some seconds, enough, however, for this chronicler to be able to recognize, backwards, the hero of the guitar, Marty Willson-Piper, who was arguing furiously with the sound technician. That was the abrupt beginning of the gap between the reality of the newspaper and the night that was waiting for me.

However, I feared, at that time, that this reality would push me back into the void and leave behind the wish that had been haunting me for decades. When we realized that, after closing the door again, the discussion continued, the few who were there wondered if, due to this conflict, the intimate concert of Marty and his faithful partner, German violinist Olivia Dibowski, would still be standing. I imagined myself taking bitterly the bus again to go home, disappointed, and with my soul empty. But when the place finally opened at 9pm, this time, to make the audience enter, all fears were dispelled. I calmed down and, at the same time, I got filled with anxiety (even more?). There, on the high stage of the obscure Emergente pub, I saw my hero, the legendary Marty Willson-Piper – former member of bands like All About Eve, The Church and The Saints; creator, in addition, of the original duo Noctorum, and architect of a beautiful and prolific solo career – tuning his guitar.

People hurry to settle in the place; some stand together around the tables, two post punk girls walk on very high heels looking for a place to stay. Marty asks them to sit down because, he says, it is not healthy to stay standing on those shoes. He also says, emphatically, that those who are speaking in the background should be silent. Just make silence “for only an hour. What important thing do you need to say while a musician is playing?“ – expresses in English language with an irritation that is immediately revealed as a passing state, but that at the beginning of the concert Marty drags from the sound check, failed because of the inefficiency and lack of interest of the technician; a true classic to which we, musicians from Buenos Aires, are almost already habituated.

As the audience comes in (“Are there any people out yet?” he asks in Spanish), Marty prepares the strings. He is anxious to play all the songs he has rehearsed, since there is little time because another band will play, later, on stage. He cares about making everyone understand him when he speaks, so that he makes big efforts to express himself in Spanish and, in the middle of the show, asks the audience for the words he does not know. He wants to know how many of those who fill the place understand English. He concludes, after complaining about the complexities and absurdities of Spanish grammar, that “sobre” (“about”) is a very important word that he must not forget, and the crowd laughs at the witty joke. He assures that English is easier than Spanish, to which I answer “nooo!” loudly. That would be the beginning of a friendly, spontaneous and fun exchange between the audience and the musician throughout the short show. Olivia, meanwhile, stands erect and silent. It is because she speaks through her violin; an original piece of the XVIII century that looks as if it was, almost, part of her slender figure.
As soon as the first arpeggiated notes of “Water” sound, I break down and cry, alone, sitting at the table that’s in front of the stage, but hidden. It was a moment that I had imagined a thousand times, but no one had been able to convince me that it would ever happen. The legendary 12-string acoustic Takamine –a classic instrument of Marty’s gear that I still could not believe I was seeing in the real life – sounds penetrating, powerful and deep like a waterfall, as if it were two guitars playing in unison; typical and very functional effect of guitars with duplicated strings.

Marty announces that the next song belongs to one of his favourite bands: Big Star. He seeks to inquire how many people know them. He wants to share his favorite music with the world. The encyclopedic project he created, In Deep Music Archive, has been precisely intended for this purpose. But the hesitant response he receives from the public disappoints him, and then he does not hesitate to urge emphatically the audience to buy Big Star albums next day, “at ten o’clock”, when all record stores in Buenos Aires are open. People, of course, burst into a laugh of as many, as if the intimate concert frequently became in a sort of stand up comedy in between songs. 

Just after the show starts, this chronicler shouts: “You whisper !!!”; one of the songs that are part of the precious second solo album by Marty -Art Attack. He graciously reproaches my impatience and assures me that this is how heavy metal fans behave. We all laugh again immediately.
After a while, Olivia looks at me and smiles complicitly from the stage. She points to the set list that’s on the floor and, with a silent gesture, looks at me to notify that this so wanted song (but if it’s just one of all those that I dare to ask, only temporarily overcoming the embarrassment and throwing momentarily overboard my eagerness not to invade!) is next. “Where’s the Metallica fan?” Marty asks, following the joke started earlier. I raise both hands: “Here!” I shout joining him in the fun. Then he tells an imaginary and absurd story about the title of the song – always while mocking my anxiety – to conclude that, as a matter of fact, he ended up titling it “You whisper.”

While the song was playing, I perceive, down the stage, that Marty almost keeps his view on me, as if he wanted and could know what were all those invisible feelings that were happening inside me, or what I was feeling and thinking with that song that I had so often enjoyed and hummed in my loneliness for the last twenty-five years. Later, during the pleasant and interesting talk that we shared in a nearby restaurant, he would say, about himself and his experience as an inveterate music lover: “music pierces my soul”. I realize that this visceral description could also define me, and that it is what my face or expression, it seems, does not stop to make evident, because of the way I think he looks at me from above, even when I try to resist or dissimulate … It is as if, without words, he was saying: “you see? It was just a question of being patient: here you have what you asked for”. Anyway, maybe it’s just part of the epiphany in which I’m immersed due to the strings of the instruments and the typical raspy voice of my hero. This is how my mind, my heart and even my body flow as the warmest versions of Church classics like “Tristesse” and even “Into my hands”are playing, before which announcement a wide sigh is heard among the audience. Clearly; It’s me, who can not contain the thrill of being able to hear that perfect piece of Remote Luxury. The audience is also ecstatic, now, and silent before the deployment of songs.

The set continues with “After Eight”, the melancholic “Ugly And Cruel”, “High As A Kite” and “Chromium”; another classic of The Church that is in After Everything Now This, album that, according to Marty, nobody bought. Several people from the audience proudly contradict him – “I have it!”- we say. He then begins to count, as if it was a class at school, how many are the ones who raise our hands. “Five,” says, funny.

During the show, both musicians make eye contact and kiss each other like two teenagers between the songs. This is felt and perceived down the stage as a greeting, as gratitude, or perhaps as a mutual reward for a well done work or the shared pleasure for music. The connection between them is immediate and total, and he is in charge of lovingly complimenting his companion commenting with the audience how much he admires her beauty and talent as a musician. “She has great ease to learn the songs” he says, emphasizing her natural gift to interpret and adapt in violin all those classic guitar solos that, for example, in Church albums, were played by Peter Koppes, or Marty himself, who is in charge of the most rhythmic part tonight. But, above all, the host’s praise points to Olivia’s extraordinary and complete understanding of the music they play. The lady wears a beautiful evening dress that was bought in Buenos Aires that same afternoon – according to Marty himself tells in another of his enthusiastic comments during the show. I pondered myself her outfit when I greeted the violinist. She commented that it was “too long to dance tango”.

Then, the most waited moment for many people in the audience comes. The first chords of “Under the Milky Way” make their appearance, but Marty stops abruptly and threatens – always joking with the audience – not to play it. However, this Church superclassic so classic that it was even integrated into the soundtrack of the film Donnie Darko and has been, very often and unfairly, the only song that audiences know takes its road back and glides with no pauses or new practical jokes along with the voices of the audience that sings the well-known chorus. The excellent harmónica solo offered by the studio version is brilliantly performed by Olivia’s strings, which also improvises on the end, where originally Koppes played a dark and somber ride of a Fender Floyd Rose.  

And the end is coming. The show is – or is made – extremely short for everyone. It’s not possible! Just one hour? It was true, then … Good things last little. Naturally, the school children of the audience protest and kick, but the teacher Marty makes clear that he cannot keep on playing because the other band is coming… And promises a new show for the next few days, which is, of course, celebrated by everyone. “Come. I can play some other songs; I have many! “he proposes, as if he was a seller trying to place on the market a product that is not really good at a glance … And as if it was necessary to convince someone to live such an unforgettable and incredible experience again! Obviously, after this announcement, we all left more or less quietly. An interesting, warm and entertaining conversation with Marty and Olivia was waiting for us at the door of El Emergente and the nearby restaurant.

After two o’clock in the morning, having said goodbye to the lovely couple and to all those people who had the privilege of sharing that night with them, I got on the bus which took about forty minutes to come still wondering if what I had experienced had really happened. I put on the headphones. Gold Afternoon Fix sounds from start to finish. The same raspy voice that I heard a while ago sings the most rocker song of the album; “Russian autumn heart”. I watch the view from the bus window and I see a madman at a corner playing some Beatles music with a beautiful replica of a Rickenbaker, alike to one that Marty lost in a robbery. I conclude that it did happen: what I had waited for so many years, really occurred that night. I smile gladly as I understand that reality is not (just) what the newspaper tells.

I am not sleepy. As I come home, I sit and write.

Noelia Fernandez