Nick Mason
Nick Mason's Fictitious Sports


Rock/Pop
LP, 8   Tracks, 35:53  Length
01 Can't Get My Motor To Start Carla Bley 03:37
✷  Recording Date   1981  ✷ 
02 I Was Wrong Carla Bley 04:10
✷  Recording Date   1981  ✷ 
03 Siam Carla Bley 04:47
✷  Recording Date   1981  ✷ 
04 Hot River Carla Bley 05:13
✷  Recording Date   1981  ✷ 
05 Boo To You Too Carla Bley 03:25
✷  Recording Date   1981  ✷ 
06 Do Ya? Carla Bley 04:32
✷  Recording Date   1981  ✷ 
07 Wervin' Carla Bley 03:55
✷  Recording Date   1981  ✷ 
08 I'm A Mineralist Carla Bley 06:14
✷  Recording Date   1981  ✷ 
Music Details
Product Details
Packaging Standard LP sleeve
Sound Stereo
Musicians  &  Credits
Vocals Robert Wyatt
Vocals Karen Kraft
Guitar Chris Spedding
Keyboards Carla Bley
Saxophone Gary Windo
Trombone Gary Valente
Trumpet Mike Mantler
Tuba Howard Johnson
Bass Steve Swallow
Drums Nick Mason
Piano Terry Adams
Producer Carla Bley; Nick Mason
Engineer Michael Mantler
Personal Details
Index # 2102
Owner Dave
Tags Alternative Rock, Jazz-Rock
User Defined
Purchased Cut-out/Promo
Notes
Columbia, apparently attempting to cash in on Pink Floyd's explosion in popularity, released this album in 1981 under Nick Mason's name when in reality he's simply the drummer in this incarnation of Carla Bley's ensemble; Ms. Bley composed all the music and lyrics for this project. It's possibly her most overtly pop-oriented album, with all eight songs featuring vocals by Soft Machine alumnus Robert Wyatt. The music, by Bley's standards, is fairly pedestrian if occasionally catchy, though the lyrics are often wryly amusing. So we have songs about failed car motors and a skeptic's encounter with a flying saucer, and one dedicated to unappreciative audiences titled "Boo to You Too." Though the band is staffed with several fine jazz musicians, the music has more of a rock or jazz-rock feel, largely due to the spotlight on guitarist Chris Spedding, who evidences slick, if relatively uninteresting, chops. To the extent the songs succeed, Wyatt can take much of the credit. His engagingly hoarse voice is capable of both wrenching sincerity and mordant humor; pieces like "Do Ya?," where he is asked to tortuously squawk the line "God knows I try!," would collapse entirely with a less convincing vocalist. The closing cut, "I'm a Mineralist," is the one that leaves a lasting impression. Conflating geology and minimalism, it includes lines like "Erik Satie gets my rocks off/Cage is a dream/Philip Glass is mineralist to the extreme," before launching into a note-perfect rendition of some pointedly bland Glassian measures. For Pink Floyd completists, this album might provide a glimpse into an alternate universe of which they were otherwise unaware, but fans of Bley's earlier masterpieces like Escalator Over the Hill are likely to emerge somewhat disappointed.