Saturday Night at the Oldies: I Give Chess Lesson to Father of Kim Thayil

Small world.

I met a very interesting man last Sunday, Boniface Thayil.  He showed up at our little chess club wanting to learn the game.  So I gave him his first lesson.  He knew nothing, not even the names of the pieces, let alone how they move. Now he knows a little something.  I hope he shows up again tomorrow.

We got to talking.  His dark complexion prompted me to ask whether he is Pakistani or perhaps from India.  He said he was from the state of Kerala in India, came to Seattle, Washington as a young man, earned a degree in chemical engineering, and had been employed in Chicago.  His intelligence and wide interests prompted me to learn more  about him via Google.  The search pulled up one Kim Thayil.  The name rang a bell.  A while back I had read about Soundgarden and some Seattle 'metal' bands.  So I clicked on this link.

"Kiss Alive was the second album I ever bought, and the first record that made me realize things could be a lot louder and more violent than the Beatles. It emphasized volume and guitar over harmony, melody and lyrics; all the stuff I never listened to anyway," he told Mudhoney's Mark Arm.

Assembling various facts, it seemed possible that Kim was the son of Boniface, so I e-mailed the latter and found out that the former was.

Here is a Soundgarden tune as performed by Johnny Cash, Rusty Cage.  Good song.  I like it. Here is the rather more 'metallic'  Soundgarden version.

Here is some of Kim Thayil's guitar work.  The quotation above explains why I can't relate to much of this stuff.  Some examples of the guitar work that speak to me follow.  It is a generational thing, no doubt.  It seems to come from the heart and speak to the soul whereas the metal stuff is more akin to industrial noise.  "Music to pound out fenders by." (Ed Abbey) Sorry, boys.  De gustibus, et cetera.  There is no arguing sensibility.  Argument comes too late.

Mike Bloomfield, Albert's Shuffle

Buddy Guy, Eric Guy, et al., Sweet Home Chicago

Joe Satriani, Sleep Walk  Satriani can tear up the fingerboard, but note how he restrains himself to deliver a beautiful melody and say something musically.

Steely Dan, Reelin' in the Years Amazing guitar work starting at 1:58 and at 3: 38.

Ventures, Memphis.  Mighty fine guitar-slingin' by both lead players.

Addendum (11/17)

Martin e-mails:

Hi Bill. Longtime blog follower, here.

Concerning your comment on your Kim Thayil post: "It seems to come from the heart and speak to the soul whereas the metal stuff is more akin to industrial noise."

 

As you say, there is no arguing sensibility. Nonetheless, just for the hell of it, check out the link below, a sub-forum of reddit called "change by view", and especially the first comment at the top of the chain: 

 

http://www.reddit.com/r/changemyview/comments/1fzbuj/

 

Of course, that concerns death metal, which makes Soundgarden sound very melodic.

 

Thanks, Martin.  I forced myself to listen to the song to which the poster refers.   This is music, not to pound out fenders by, but to watch the West decline by.  Suppose you like this at 17, will you like it at 57?  Suppose you first hear it with a girl who you go on to marry.  Will you say to her 20 years later, "Hey baby, they're playing our song"?  Well, nobody could accuse it of being sentimental.

 

To recover from the above, I listened one more time to the marvellous Embryonic Journey by Jefferson Airplane.  I loved it in '67 and I love it now.  I don't believe this is just generational chauvinism on my part.