Here’s Frank Turner’s new video for his next single “Isabel.” Granted, I’m an unabashed and completely biased fan of Frank’s work, and my first reaction was there’s not a lot to this video. Frank’s on the beach singing his song. Seen it. But that’s also the point. If there were much else going on in the video, you’d be watching some overzealous director’s vision, not listening to the song and its lyrics.

Only Frank Turner could write a love song about the isolation of the human spirit stemming from the uncertainty of a rapidly evolving technologically driven worldwide economy that has removed all tangible satisfaction from life. “So the world has changed, and I must change as well. The machines we’ve made will damn us all to hell. The time will come when all must save themselves. I will save my soul in the arms of Isabel.” Your panties, they just dropped.

Frank’s got a few more shows in the Midwest with Flogging Molly, and if you’re anywhere near there, you should go see him before he heads back to the UK. You can still make it up front to see Frank like this here in the States:

But it’s only a matter of time before it turns into this over here also:

That video’s from Frank’s DVD “Take to the Road,” which is out March 22nd.

Let’s start with the obvious: I really wish I hadn’t branded the wall so well at my previous job.

I shot this on the day “Poetry of the Deed” was released. Frank came in that morning to join me for the CNN webcast from my office at Current and then played a few more songs afterwards. The whole experience was a shining example of how much the media and music industry have changed over the past few years. My favorite artist from the UK came into my office in LA and played a song that was skyped into the studios in Atlanta and broadcast live to the world, and all it took was a guy with a guitar and a Mac with a webcam. That’s pretty badass.

A few weeks earlier, we ran Frank’s video for “the Road” on the segment and told people to go get “Love, Ire and Song” to prep for the release of “Poetry of the Deed.” The next day, Chris, Frank’s American wrangler, @’d on twitter asking if I wanted Frank to play in my office. Fuck yeah, I did.

After a few messages under 140 characters, we set it up. Frank rolled in somewhere around 9 AM, tuned his guitar as we waited for our cue from Atlanta and I begrudgingly had to explain who John Gossling is and why he was the top story of the day, which basically amounted to “because everything’s bullshit.”

Over the past few years, I’ve shot and interviewed a lot of musicians, and from what I can tell, there’s basically two types: the good ones and the rest of them. Hell, I’ve interviewed some people who didn’t even want to play a song, as if they earn their living from talking about themselves. Not Frank, he was all aces. When I told him that he was going to sit in a desk chair and sing into a webcam and then answer a few questions from the anchors as it was broadcast to the world live, he just said “cool,” as if that kind of thing happened everyday, and then he nailed it, and I just sat their grinning like a stoned Cheshire cat.    (more…)