Jandek @ ICA - Boston, 8 June 2007, "The House of Despair"
What Jandek does is art, but it feels starkly immature for a 50 year old man. At some point in art there is craftsmanship (or in this case, musicianship) keeping the audience engaged by letting us know there were choices made. If not, it is chaos, and we are left staring at the sun listening to radio static. "The House of Despair" was not chaos, but it's close enough that an unknowing ear may have thought Jandek picked up the bass guitar for the first time twelve hours ago.
I discussed this with fellow Jandek concert goers, and we all realized about 10 minutes in that we were going to see essentially one song for two hours: a jumble of free jazz drums, complete with bells, a dozen types of sticks, and violin bows on cymbals; avant-garde sax and meandering processed lyricon; a trumpet muted five ways often being sucked instead of blown, while scraped with sheet metal or steel wool; and finally Jandek himself, a fountain of anti-harmony, tweaking pallid bass tones, concerned much more about how high on the fretless the fingers on his right hand strummed than the actually notes he created with his left.
It was without melody, scale, and key, and it was almost devoid of pace entirely. The lyrics were weak and nasal often repeating "she knocked on my door", "house of despair", "she doesn't know I know", etc. Some audience members slept until a stop for applause, which happened nine or ten times, but only as pauses, not for changes in the sound (except for the drummer). People were bored; some left an hour in. And were it not for the spectacle of Jandek pushing the envelope of music in a truly artistic space, it would have been a failure that even a ten year old could have matched.
We all know Picasso had stated that he dearly wanted to and tried to paint like an innocent child, but does that mean he drew stick figures?
(D+)