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Hey I just need to say absolutely adore your work here it has helped people such as me soo much on pretty much everything you need to know about their gear and I wanted to ask if I canât spend that much money on an Marshall shredmaster what pedal can you recommend that is cheap that delivers that Marshall in a box sound as I bought an fender 85 today and Iâm just stuck on what pedal to pick that is student budget friendly and can you possibly help with what amp settings jonny used in glastonbury 2003? Help would be much appreciated!
Just get a used ProCo Rat (standard version) and focus in your playing. Jonny didn't use one, but there's a reason so many people think he did: with the filter knob set right, the Rat has a similarly focused tone to the Shredmaster in the mids and highs.
The Shredmaster and Rat both use opamp hard-clipping followed by diode soft-clipping, so it's not a surprise they're similar (however, the Shredmaster has two stages of opamp clipping). The Rat lacks the post-clipping bass boost of the Shredmaster, but you can compensate for that with amp settings. Obviously, the Rat is less versatile than the Shredmaster, since it can't create scooped tones. But it does a good job of Jonny's favorite Shredmaster setting: contour knob at minimum for full mids and no scoop.
A bonus of getting a cheap, used Rat is you can quite easily modify it with a "clipping" switch, which gives access to Turbo Rat tones (the Turbo was Thom's favorite drive in the 90s, and that's probably the reason people used to think Jonny used a regular Rat). You can also get a Turbo Rat and add a switch for regular Rat tones, but the Turbo is usually pricier. Or, if you're particularly interested in soldering, you can build a mini Rat clone for about the price of a used regular Rat.
A shot of Thom about to stomp on his ProCo Turbo Rat during 2+2=5 on the Jonathan Ross show on November 7, 2003 (youtube).
Another Radiohead-related option is a Boss OD3, one of Jonny's favorite overdrives since ~2006. The OD3 has a distinctive tone of its own, but with the tone set right it has a bit of Marshall flavor too. And, like the Shredmaster, it has a post-clipping bass boost for a fuller sound. I also think it's a nice starter pedal, since it's more dynamic and "amp-like" than the Shredmaster and Rat (that's due to the OD3's discrete-opamp soft-clipping circuitry). It's quite usable from low to mid to high gain, so it could easily be your only drive pedal.
For settings, check the Fender Eighty-Five entry on Jonny's amplifiers page. But remember: even replicating his settings exactly will still sound different from studio recordings, because you're missing the signal chain after the amp's speaker (mic, EQ, compression, gates, etc). So (as always) it's better to use your ears and tweak the settings to find those sounds. We discuss this in more detail in this post.
A photo of Jonny performing with Radiohead in Kansas City in 2012 (Jason Squires). You can see his Shredmaster and his OD3 on the board on the left.

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Sam Steinberg in boxing pose 1974 /"Tete de Personnage avec Serpent 20x15" Collection de l'Art Brut, Lausanne, Switzerland
Outsider artist and Oblivion cover painter Sam Steinberg never earned any art world cred for his distinct vision. Maybe it was his prolific output (my conservative estimate is 3000+ works over 15 years, but it could be closer to 10,000. He probably made anywhere between 5 and 15 paintings every week) or the fact that he sold exclusively on the Columbia University campus in New York. Or perhaps it was that the influential New York art critics need the outsiders to actually be outside the city? Whatever it was, Sam got virtually no media attention during his lifetime (1896-1982). The most in depth piece on Sam was written in 1996 in Folk Art magazine. Iâve reposted it here because the original is in a difficult to read online edition of the magazine (where you can see all references and credits).Â
You can read more about Samâs Oblivion contributions here.
Sam Steinberg: A House of Cardboard or a Marble Palace?
By Craig Bunch FOLK ART Summer 1996
Ninety-four-year-old Pauline Steinberg summed up life with her brother Sam in a breathless conjunction: âI was a mother to him. I was a father to him, and I tried to be a sister to him. And I know his weak points and his good points and I know how ambitious he was and how good and kind he was. He was truly a wonderful man, my brother. The pictures donât show it, you know.â Some considered the persistent street vendor a figure for mockery or even a nuisance, but few who could see beyond his humble calling would disagree with Pauline Steinbergâs assessment of her brotherâs virtues. More than a few have though that the paintings also say something wonderful about Sam Steinberg.
âThe little picture is very interesting, it gives me keen pleasure,â wrote Jean Dubuffet in 1973 of one of Steinbergâs paintings. âI would like to acquire, if it is possible, some other pictures by him.â Even a fictional Steinberg painting was sufficient to overcome the protagonist of a Rebecca Goldstein novel âwith a nostalgia that surged into desire.â
âHe was a very picturesque figure on campus,â remembers Professor Robert Austerlitz. âHe was straight from the heart.â Upon the artistâs death in 1992, Columbia University president Michael Sovern consoled Pauline Steinberg, Samâs companion of eighty years, saying that her brother was âan institutionâ and would be âgreatly missed.â âAn institution gone,â echoed Columbia College dean Arnold Collery of this little man who was for decades a strong presence in the Columbia community, as imposing in his own way as the dome of Low Library or the great limestone tower nearby Riverside Church. As Sam Steinberg himself once put it, âEverybody here know me from my paintings and everybody likes me here.â
A typical Steinberg work is a whimsical and surreal as a Klee or MirĂł, as sincere as a Grandma Moses, as enamored of the body colored plane as a Stella and of the almond eye as the Egyptian tomb paintings â and as original as they come. (Who but Steinberg could pull off a portrait with âone Chinese eye and one Japanese eyeâ?) Like each of the above artists in some ways, Steinberg nevertheless produced an oeuvre that could not be mistaken for that of any other. âSam,â as he was universally known, touched the lives of thousands, from university presidents to generations of Columbia students. Yet he and his work are virtually unknown to anyone who did not once frequent the few blocks of Morningside Heights that converge on Columbia Universityâs College Walk. The data on Sam Steinberg exists almost entirely in the realm of memory and anecdote, and in a variety of difficult-to-access Columbia publications. This article, then is an attempt to synthesize and preserve the basic facts on an American original.
âHey mistake, I got paintings here! Or maybe you want a Hoishey bar.â He must have warbled some variation of this theme a million times in his unmistakable crackly Brooklynese. Like Grandma Moses before him, Steinberg came to painting at an advanced age. Until the last of his eighty-five years, however, he remained a simple street vendor, typically rising with the sun and returning by subway at the end of a workday to one of a succession of nondescript Bronx apartments long after dark. Whether hawking ice cream from a cart or candy bars from a low-slung cardboard box. Steinberg never earned more than enough to provide the necessities for himself and sister Pauline. He enjoyed a small but livable income, fresh air, no boss, steady customers, and, in his own restricted universe, a measure of fame.
Back in the World of Tomorrow days of 1939, when he still signed his name âChuck,â Charles Saxon, best known for his long tenure as a New Yorker cartoonist, rendered for the Columbia humor magazine Jester a pen-and-ink caricature of a man with his feet firmly planted in the present. In almost every respect, this sketch closely resembles the Sam of forty years later: candy bar in the right hand, left hand raised in the air to signal a potential customer, cardboard box beside him, the bright eyes and summoning upturned mouth, the prominent nose and ears, the baggy pants and work oxfords, the ever-present coat and oversized taxi driverâs cap. Appearing more gaunt and less robust forty years later, as health waned and age waxed, Steinberg was nevertheless the unmistakable  subject of Saxonâs drawing. Shortly after Steinbergâs death, Robert Diamond, a Columbia senior, remarked that he âsaw a yearbook picture from 30 years ago with a picture of Sam in it and he looked the same. What else here stays the same for 30 years?âÂ
Portrait of William Glaser by Sam Steinberg 1981 (right) Sam with William Glaser 1981
In certain photographs from the 1960s and 1970s, Steinberg affects the pose of a boxer challenging his opponent. Perhaps he was paying homage to Jack Dempsey or Rocky Marciano or living his own youthful dreams; perhaps it was a photographerâs staged pose. Jack Vartoogian, one whose camera capture Sam in this stance, remembers it as Samâs idea. Pauline Steinberg discounts any thoughts of hero-worship: âYou know, Sam didnât admire anybody special. He was a good, plain, ordinary person. He didnât have to admire anybody.â Sam painted the famous and infamous, she says, âbecause God puts in us the power to do beautiful things.âÂ
Undeniably, Steinberg painted famous people, icons of history and popular culture among them: Washington and Lincoln, Garland and Valentino, Elvis Presley and Jesus Christ. As photographic likenesses are not the forte of the surrealist or the primitive, identification of the subject required a program. Like a caricaturist who emphasizes one or two striking features of his or her subject, Steinberg would tender Telly Salvalasâs Kojak, for instance, by accentuating the large nose and shiny dome. Valentino could be recognized by the multicolored sheikâs garb and the snake protruding from âor from behindâ his head. As for his version of Richard Nixon, the artist could only aloud at his own ingenuity: âYa think theyâll throw him in jail?â
By some accounts, the most popular works of Steinbergâs 1978 one-man exhibition at Columbiaâs Ferris Booth Hall âhis first show there in ten yearsâ were the portrait of then-Columbia president William McGill and âSelf-Portrait on the Moon.â The well-attended show included more than 50 paintings, of which nine belonged to the Professor of German Joseph Bauke, who was reported at the time to own forty-eight âSamsâ âcertainly one of the largest collections.
The profit motive and a desire to please his customers often led Steinberg to execute special commissions. There were limits, however. According to Henry Rosenberg, sometime around 1972 âsam was taking commissions for portraits: students would describe their own hair- and eye-color. When he realized that I wanted him to do a portrait of himself, Sam looked horrified. âI donât do that,â he said.â The 1978 exhibition of Self Portrait on the Moon suggests that Steinberg had decided, or been persuaded, to abandon that policy. Or perhaps he simply misunderstood Rosenbergâs request. In 1992 Char Smullyanâs office in Columbiaâs Hamilton Hall still displayed one of the portraits she painted from a photograph of Steinberg. âOh, would you paint me?â she remembers him saying. The painting shows a smiling, seated Sam holding a candy bar; on the ground sits his rendering of a dog with birdlike heads attached to or perhaps emerging from the ears.
Columbia graduate Peter Frank, an art critic and curator, wrote that Steinberg often produced a work to order, only to find later that âthe order was a joke or an aside that Sam took seriously.â Eventually Steinberg would sell it to another customer: âThe party dinât collect his paintinâ. Dâya think I should see it ta someone else? Ya like it?â
Despite the stylized portraits and regular commissions, Steinberg was best known for the animals he painted. Mermaids, snakes, dogs, birds, and especially cats inhabited his menagerie. A mermaid may have even been his muse. After deciding that he was becoming too old for the life of the peddler and wondering what to do, he one day âsaw a statue, a mermaid, half-woman, half-fish, and at the age of 67, was inspired to begin a new career as a painter. Much of Samâs work,â surmised Lenny Glynn in 1968, âcan best be understood as variations on the motif of this epiphany, the half-woman, half-fish.â Indeed, a great many of his animals are hybrids unknown to veterinary science, comprising a zoom of nameless creatures that can be appreciated only by contemplating their portraits: banana dogs, bird women, lizard ladies, and what can only be described as grandmother cats. âGod gave me the power,â Steinberg once said. âI never was a painter before.â
âMy mother was born in Russia,â Pauline Steinberg explains, âyou know, where that big blast was â in Kiev.â Her father, Adoph (later Aaron), was from Odessa. As for her siblings: âFirst came my brother Lou â Louie. After him came Sam. Then I was the first oldest daughter. Then came my brother Morris. And then came my beautiful sister Doris. Thatâs five⌠Well, each one of [them] were beautiful natures â because my mother and father were two beautiful people âyou know what I mean?â family⌠But there was something lacking, you know. Lacking of love and affection of both parents for the children. You know, two people, when they get together, they first have to straighten out their own lives â you know what I mean? They have to understand their own nature⌠When they donât, they donât know how to put the family together properly. Right?â
Sam, 1973; photograph by David Weintraub
Sam was born on East Ninety-sixth Street in Manhattan on May 20, 1896, and grew up in the Brownsville section of Brooklyn. It was a struggle to survive, Pauline recalls: âWe were very, very poorâŚâ The first home she knew was âvery shabby. A walkup in a wooden house â all going one way. You wouldnât know about such apartments. There was a toilet in the yard. [There] was nothing there. Oh, there was no heat.â
âAt a very early age,â wrote Lenny Glynn in 1968, âSam began to work as a grocery boy for $12 a month. In his teens he switched to his lifelong career of peddling ice cream and candy. he was a sickly kids, 4-F in World War One, and has been through more than twenty serious operations in his life for ailments ranging from varicose veins to ingrown eyelashes.â According to Sam, he was once the beneficiary of a two-hundred dollar operation at St. Lukeâs Hospital for âhalf-price, for forty dollars.â
He couldnât write or read. He [could] write his name a little. He couldnât read. [Imagine] having a brother who couldnât read of write.â Pauline explains: âHe never went to school much. They couldnât hold him in school.â
Steinberg undoubtedly saw the subjects of some of his future portraits at the movies or in the pages of such magazines as Life and Look. Perhaps he even encountered Picasso there; he knew of Picasso. âPictures, yeah,â recalls Pauline. âThe only thing he did was magazines. Heâd draw pictures on the paper. He didnât have no paper, so he drew pictures right on the print.â
He sold those pictures, too, says Pauline. âThatâs why I had to buy the good stuff. And my older brother said, âDonât waste your money for that.â And I used every penny to help my brother out, to do the best, to have the best, of everything.â This memory led Pauline to contemplate Samâs life at Columbia: âAnd he didnât like the toilets there. He saw the boys there werenât clean. They messed up everything. He was even afraid to sit on the toilets there.â That was the least of his difficulties.
Steinbergâs one big trip, taken sometime in the mid-1950s, wrote Lynn Glynn, âmade a powerful impression on him⌠Sam and a friend set out for Texas hopping freights, looking for new jobs. But they were robbed by hobos and Sam was beaten half to death. Frightened for his life, he climbed out on the ladder between the moving cars, screaming for help. It was a terrible experience for him.â
Steinberg himself tells the story best: âI was alone on the car screaming âhelp! help! momma! and stars were falling out of my eyes and I saw devils all around me but it was all country roads, country roads and nobody heard me.â Only the railroad detectives hears him, and they arranged two weeks in the Albany jail for him. Apparently, he made it back to New York City with the aid fo a friend called âFaffalla.â After that, he was cured of the desire to roam.Â
(L-R) Untitled (Mermaid with Cat & Dog; Sam by Charles Saxon, 1939 in the Columbia Jester; Sam with a student, circa 1975
Steinberg worked in a variety of media, from t-shirts and bookmarks to large seedpods. But his best work was reserved for cardboard or illustration board. Sometime in mid-1968, about five years after beginning to sell his paintings, he switched from watercolors ââbecause they hurt his eyesâ to Magic Marker on cardboard; at about the same time, he began adding scalloped borders to his works. The often high-quality materials ââpermanent markers,â stressed Pauline, and frequently Pearl No.1700 illustration boardâ were unusual as the media of art brut or outside art, whose practitioners typically appropriate whatever materials ar readily at hand. âArt brut,â a term coined by Jean Dubuffet, and translated as âraw art,â is a style associated with children, psychotics, and other naives whose âuntutored, uncensored visionâ so pleased the celebrated French artist. And Steinbergâs stories were not alway apocryphal: Dubuffet did enthusiastically accept a Steinberg drawing for the collection of art brut he donated to the city of Lausanne, Switzerland.
Samâs painting is âcertainly not the work of someone whoâs insane, but the work of someone whoâs simple,â explains Peter Frank, who adds that although âmuch art brut fills the picture plane,â Samâs generally did not; he âwanted to create a volume of work that he could sell. If he left areas open, he could get more done. Also he liked bright colors.â
Frank explains the popularity of Samâs paintings as due to both their visual and thematic appeal: the âfanciful subject matterâ and the âpsychoanalytic subtextâ afforded the sophisticated viewer (in plentiful supply at Columbia) had seemingly found their perfect niche. âWhen i was on campus, the unsophisticated was celebrated and here was the genuine article⌠And there was a druggie element. The sinewy lines and intense saturated colors were a trip even for those of us not doing acid.â
Columbia has at times been a hotbed of student political activity, and Steinberg no doubt saw outdoor political gatherings as an opportunity to increase his sales. An Ari Mintz yearbook photograph, captioned âSam Steinberg works a demo,â features a mugging Sam folding a dollar bill while Che Guevara look-alike in the immediate background does his part to save the world. In another photo, it is not clear who is the sales winner â Sam, holding an A&P bag and makeshift candy box, or his equally well-armed interlocutor, holding a âStudents Must Organizeâ leaflet. Steinberg could even be found hawking his wares at Columbia commencement exercises.
Not all of Steinbergâs admirers remember him from Columbia â or even knew that he was an artist. Carolyn Jones, who bought candy from him as a child in Harlem, required but a single grainy photograph to unlock a forgotten cache of memories: âHe used to sell candy for many, many thousands of years,â she could not help but hyperbolize. âHe was always walking with his candy. He had a pleasant smile. He had a jolly step about him⌠a little peppy walk.â She knew him only as the Candy Man.â
âThe Candy âthatâs what they called himâ the Candy Man,â agrees Pauline. âAnd you know what? On Fifth Avenue in the Bronx was 110th Street⌠Your werenât allowed to stand and sell candy there, stayed there. And I was wondering how he got the guts to do [that]. I guess God gave him â let him have his way, you know⌠Do you know they were jealous of him. They were jealous of his ambition to peddle his candy, to push the ice cream wagon, of his ambition to work to earn a few pennies⌠And even though I was poor and I had nothing myself and he also [had] nothing. I was thankful I had my brother â and we were both poor you know. We were both emotionally immature.â
He never hated anybody. He wouldnât hurt anybody. He was so good that, that at first he peddled outside of Columbia College âyou know what I meanâ and it was after the war, the first war. The soldiers came home and they wanted to take his placeâŚâ
After the First World War?â
âYeh, but God put him in a better place. God let him go into Columbia CollegeâŚâ
âYou mean he had to stay outside at first; he couldnâtââ
âAt first they didnât know him.â
âThey didnât know him; they didnât want people selling things inside?â
âRight. But he was the only one.â
âFinally they let him in?â
âYeah.â
âWhen? Do you know about when they let him in?â
âI donât know. That was the time when I think Eisenhower was something inside in Columbia. Wasnât he president?â
âThatâs right.â (Eisenhower was president of Columbia University during 1949-1950.)
âOh, oh, oh, oh oh! You know St. John the Divine Church⌠Well, uh, first of all, in St. John the Divine Church they had an outreach for senior citizens âyou know what I meanâ so he told them the landlord didnât do anything for us where we lived, you know what I mean. So they tried to get him in there to the building⌠After he died they got me a place to live.â Pauline continues: âYou know, I was alone and my brother once closed the door on me and he wouldnât let me come back in the house. That was a time when I was all alone in the world. I was like an outcast. My own brother.â
âSam? Why did that happen?â
âBecause I didnât have the courage of my own convictions. You know because he [knew] I was weak, I wasnât my own true self⌠I was like burned out, washed out⌠And he wanted me âeven my pastorâ he wanted me to stand up for myself. He locked me out.â
âWhen? When did that happen?â
âIt happened. How he ever let me in I donât know, but I got in,â Pauline says with a short laugh. âWell, I got back in again and uh, I tried to do the best I could. I went to the arts downtown where they sell artwork âand I bought the best pencils and pens and papers and I bought a art table and I spent a lot of money âwhere I got the money I donât knowâ and I bought him the best of everything so he could draw, because he had a yen for drawing. You see, whatever he drew â thatâs his!â
Steinberg was a favorite subject of passing photographers and student filmmakers. Edward Gray made a short film around 1971 with now-obsolete equipment. In a surrealist homage to a surrealist painter, Sam is featured singing through the mouths of hi Magic Marker creations. Pauline notes that Sam âmade singing tapes. He sang like Caruso, you know what I mean.â
âDid he have a good voice?â
âBeautiful! Beautiful voice. He had a beautiful voice. He made tapes about our landlord, what mean landlord he is, how he doesnât do anything for the tenants.â
Michael Schulder and Tim Burnett produced a video documentary during their junior year at Columbia (1976-1977). Schulder recounts: We approached Sam with our idea, to which he was receptive, without being terribly enthusiastic or even interested⌠Our coup de grace was traveling with Sam by subway to his apartment in the South Bronx⌠I laugh at the thought of us lugging all that heavy video equipment by ourselves to the Grand Concourse. Sam lived with his sister, who was a few years younger than him. She was much more in the ârealâ world than him⌠The best line, in the body of the show and under the closing credits, was Sam saying in his hoarse voice, âI donât drink; I donât smoke; I work hard â âcause thatâs the kind of guy I am.ââ
Painting and album cover; âFriendsâ by Marc Cohen (Copeland) & John Abercrombie 1973, Oblivion Records
A colorful 1973 jazz record bears Samâs signature. Entitled Friends, in his own shaky script but perhaps anotherâs spelling, this cover image depicts three cats in casual shirts and short. Five years later, Sam Steinberg was still selling fifteen-by-twenty-inch paintings for five dollars each. His paintings tended to grow smaller as he grew older. Pauline says that âhe went as far as charging ten dollars a picture âten dollars a picture.â Schulder believes that prices in the late 1970s âwould vary from $5 to $15, depending on size and subject. Without a doubt, as Peter Frank noted in 1975, âIf the Museum of Modern Art discovers Sam Steinberg, those paintings ainât gonna go for $3.50 a shot!â
Sam and Pauline were collaborators in art as well as life. As for his painting, âI tried to make it a little neater, you know what I mean. More evenly. You know, it should be nice,â she says hesitantly. âHe knew about colors, but uh, I gave him nice colors.â The controlled use of vivid colors is one of the remarkable aspects of the paintings signed âSam S.â âI loved every picture he ever made, every picture he ever did,â says Pauline, knowing, perhaps, that there is some of her in each one of them. But Sam, she says, did not particularly care for them: âHe didnât want any of his pictures at all.â
âYou know,â she considers, âhe never counted his money. He just made and made, and put it away, didnât wanna count it. As though, as though it was for a reason. Maybe so I should have [enough] to live on. Think so?⌠But you know what Sam told me some day? He said, âPauline, would you like to live in a marble palace?â He asked me if I want to live in a marble palace. He said, âDo you want a chauffeur to take you home?â Why did he want all that good for me? He loved his sister. But I gave away my whole heartâŚâ
Untitled (Crystal Ball) circa 1976; George Washington 1973
The reader may have gained the impression that Sam is remembered âindeed cherishedâ more for his unique personality and Brooklyn accent, his being in the right place at the right time, and his sheer staying power than for the quality of his art. Undeniably, nonaesthetic factors have always affected the reputation of an artist. Despite the force of Samâs personality, his art stands on its own and might one day take its place in the pantheon of American outsider artists.
The bright colors have here and there begun to fade. But Sam is remembered as a graying Columbian flips through the pages of an old yearbook, as a resident of Lausanne notices the curious small painting in the Collection lâArt Brut, as a painted seeped emerges from the confines of a desk drawer, or as a sister imagines what might have been.
Craig Bunch is a librarian, review editor of Popular Culture in Libraries, and a member of the American Library Association's Reference Books Bulletin editorial board. He lives with his wife Delana, in Oakhurst, Texas, and still admires the paintings he bought from Sam Steinberg in 1978. He thanks Delana, Dr. Eva Schleslinger, Dr. Terry Bilhartz, Hollee Haswell, and all who contributed to this article.
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