So recently I got to check off one item from my bucket list: getting to see the amazing song Little Talks performed live by Of Monsters and Men. I just love that song so much; from the moment I first heard it I just swooned. Every part of the song just brings a goofy smile to my face– the music, the singers, the lyrics– and just etched into my soul the need to see it, feel it, and bathe in the performance. So when I saw the announcements months ago that they were going to come right here to Richmond to play, I prepared to snap up tickets the moment they were available.
I’m glad I did– the show sold out weeks ago! But I had my tickets…
Unfortunately, I couldn’t seem to find anyone who wanted to go with me to the show, so I ended up selling the extra ticket. Thankfully, I did know two friends who already had tickets so I was able to sit with them and enjoy the show in friendly solidarity rather than having to be alone in a crowd like when I went to see the last show (Neko Case). While I loved getting to see Neko Case live, it was a mixed blessing… being alone in a crowd of people who were all in groups of two, three, or more really kind of emphasized the rather lonely situation of being an older divorced father who’s friends are mostly all paired up and settled down. Which makes me a bit of a oddball who doesn’t seem to fit in with anyone socially. I left the show feeling both elated and melancholy.
Thankfully for the Of Monsters and Men show I had two friends to sit with, which made all the difference in the world. We are really such social animals, and the security of being part of a small group within this huge, sold-out crowd gave me the ability to just lose myself in the music and the energy of the live performance.
This is an actual pic from the show that my friend Tommy took from where we sat
And oh, what a performance! Of Monsters and Men is a seven-piece band of some really talented musicians, and they had a joy about them, an obvious love of playing music for a live audience that was infectious and riveting.
The drummer was electric– so full of energy, it seemed to be an effort for him to keep seated and pound on the drums (and quite often he would leap up and run to the front of the stage to get the crowd pumped up before rushing back to his kit). He was dressed in a suit, along with the base player beside him, though they were just in vests without the coats. Like most base players, he held down the beat in a low-key way. The lead guitarist was surprisingly not flashy or looking for attention– he spent most of the show to the side, working his guitar and producing a lot of interesting sound effects via a whole host of effects pedals on the floor at his feet. He gave me the sense of being a quiet maestro plying his art.
On the other side of the stage from the drummer and base were a man and a woman at two keyboards, though they often jumped up and played other instruments. The woman played trumpet, accordion, and for one song banged on a huge base drum; the man got up and played accordion on a different song.
Last but not least were the two lead singers, who also played acoustic guitars. The man was short, round, and red-haired, and reminded me of a gnome. He had a cool and real interesting singing voice. The woman was short, dark-haired and waifish, and sung like the Icelandic angel that she is– her voice reminded me a lot of Björk from the Sugarcubes, a high-pitched lilt, but without Björk’s weirdness. The two singers’ voices were different but sounded great both solo and harmonized together.
The band not only demonstrated great musicianship but great showmanship as well. They obviously subscribe to the notion I do as well, that art isn’t just what is being produced by the artist, but it’s what’s found in that space between artist and the audience. They got a real charge out of getting the audience singing along, clapping along, stomping along, waving and cheering. They gave me a real creative jolt being a part of the experience, and my mind whirled with ideas as I drove home. I was grateful to be able to experience it with my friends Tommy and Amy, to be part of a little group within the crowd, so I could both experience the thrill and the joy of the music without feeling lonely, and also have someone there who I could talk to, smile with, and just share in the performance.
If you ever get a chance to see Of Monsters and Men, I heartily recommend it! Below the cut I’ve got a link to a Youtube video of them performing live (in a more intimate location), as well as lyrics to the song Little Talks — I really love the words to the song, it strikes me as a ghost story, with the girl’s part being the living person, and the guy’s part being either a ghost or maybe a voice in her head. What about you? (more…)
I was pretty stoked the other day when I saw on Facebook that The National had booked Of Monsters and Men to play November 26th. I mentioned recently that Florence + The Machine is one of the bands that I most want to see perform live right now; Of Monsters and Men was another one. I’m so in love with their song “Little Talks” — the music, the vocals, the lyrics. The lead singer’s got a beautiful voice that’s similar to Bjork but without trying too hard to be weird. The other singer looks like a gnome. I love that they have someone who plays accordian and people who play horns. It’s just a total package of awesome. Here’s a video of them performing it live:
Anyway, I went ahead and bought two tickets. I don’t know who I’ll be taking with me yet but I’ve got time to hopefully find someone.
I’M SO STOKED!!
Ahem.
Anyway… then this past Monday I get an email newsletter from the local rock station telling me about this big promotion they’re giving away called The Ultimate Ticket. You and a friend get to go to Voodoo Experience featuring Green Day, Jack White, AWOLNATION, Silversun Pickups and MORE in New Orleans October 26th-28th. As if a trip to New Orleans wasn’t sweet enough, but when I checked out Voodoo Experience there’s like a zillion bands playing.
And if that wasn’t enough, the winner also gets tickets to every show at The National for a year– in the sweet VIP section! I suspect that might make for pretty good date bait, eh?
Anyway, it sounded so good I set up alarms on my phone all week to make sure I turned on the radio and listened for my shot to win. And Monday I heard the call-out, dialed and dialed and dialed… and I won on the first day! No, I didn’t actually win The Ultimate Ticket– I qualified to win. Once each day last week they qualified a person to be entered into a drawing to win The Ultimate Ticket. The promotion is being sponsored by a local car company, and you can drop your name into a hat there at the car dealership, and I think they’re drawing some names from there to add to the mix. I’m not sure how many people will ultimately qualify– I’m guessing it will be somewhere between 10 and 20 people — but then those people get some sort of prize (we’ll be getting a call this week to tell us what the prize is), and we get to go to “a big shindig” the radio station is holding, and they’ll pick the grand prize winner there. I figure I’ve got a 5-10% chance of winning the big prize, which is much better odds than winning the lotto, right?
So… I’ve got two tickets to a “big shindig” held by the local rock station to go to, tickets to Of Monsters and Men, and the possibility of tickets to a big music festival in New Orleans… and no dates for any of ‘em– yet. Not a bad problem to have I suppose, though the trick is to find someone willing to both go out with a 45 year old man and also want to go see a new rock show and go to a rock station party? If I’m lucky enough to win the trip to New Orleans it’ll be nice to have the problem of finding someone to go with me there
I’ve got a lot of really great songs on my iPod, but there are some that stand out as real gems– songs that totally suck me in and long to see the song and the performer live. “Shake it Out” by Florence + The Machine is one of those songs and artists. Unfortunately the only show I was able to find anywhere near me was too expensive to purchase tickets at the time (I was a bit broke) and then quickly sold out. Still got my fingers crossed for one day…
I’ve been trying to figure out whether or not the lyrics are as upbeat as the mood it evokes in me when listening to the song. The chorus in particular leaves me all smiling, uplifted, inspired:
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaaah And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back So shake him off, oh woah
It speaks to me the notion that you can’t enjoy life– you can’t dance– if you’re carrying around too many unnecessary burdens that you can instead just shake off. I try and live my life by the philosophy of not sweating the small stuff, not getting upset over stupid things. Those become devils you put on your own back.
So shake him off! Hell yeah!
But then I read this part of the song:
And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t So here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my road And I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope It’s a shot in the dark and right at my throat Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me Looking for heaven, found the devil in me Well what the hell I’m gonna let it happen to me
Which leaves me wondering… is the character in the song’s story unable to shake off that devil? Is she unable to dance? If that’s the case then the song isn’t actually all that uplifting, no?
I know often that songs, like poems, like some stories can be purposely vague, allowing the person listening or reading to fill a lot in with their own perceptions and experiences, to create a piece of art unique to themselves. I suspect that’s what’s going on here… and if so I’m curious– what are your feelings and thoughts when you listen to this song?
Or am I just blatantly missing the real tone/message of the song?
Recently I was lamenting just how rare and damn difficult it is for me to get out and be social (…She’d Want to DO Stuff), and this past weekend was no exception. I was scheduled to work my part-time job from 11am to 11pm both Saturday and Sunday, so trying to squeeze in an outing was probably going to be pressing my luck. Not to mention I’m slam broke.
Still… I’ve been seriously jonesing for some social contact, and there were two options for Saturday night if I dared. One was a surprise party being held for a former co-worker that I hadn’t seen in a while. The upside was that price of entry was BYOB– I could certainly afford a six pack of beer. The downside was that the house was a good 30 minutes from where I worked, and in the opposite direction from where I lived. Given the fact that I’d be getting off work at 11pm after working 12 hours, drive out to the party, then drive all the way back home, get back up and get to work at 11am for another 12… that left a narrow window of party-time before I started seriously hurting my old ass.
Also… the party was being coordinated through Facebook. My own personal record of trying to get parties to fire off through Facebook has been attrocious. Let me tell you, if I drove all the way out there and nothing was going on…
Vertigo! My buddies Andrew on guitar (far left) and David on drums (against the wall, right next to him)
The other option was going to see Vertigo playing at Rock Falls Tavern. I had two friends in the band and had never seen the group in action. The downside was paying bar prices for booze, and a possible cover charge. Rock Falls Tavern was only 10 minutes from where I worked, and more or less on the way out to the surprise party, so by the time 11 o’clock rolled around and I had not heard any updates regarding the party, I figured I’d stop by Rock Falls Tavern. If no one was there I knew that wasn’t related to band I’d grab a beer, watch a few songs, and then go check out the party.
First bit of good news– no cover! When I got there, turns out that there were a bunch of my friends there, far enough in the back to be able to talk and socialize, happy and surprised to see me. My friend Al bought me a beer and we chatted and caught up on things while listening to the music. Then my friend Dan, who was feeling no pain, insisted on buying me something called a “Jägerbomb” shooter. Using my awesome powers of deduction, I presumed it was some sort of shot that contained that wretched Jägermeister liquor. I hoped it was mixed with something palatable, but when I drank it it was just as disgusting as I feared.
I found out later a Jägerbomb is Jägermeister mixed with Red Bull… another foul tasting liquid.
The other day my iPod shuffled up “Down At The Twist and Shout” by Mary Chapin Carpenter, and it kind of choked me up. I’m not sure why– there aren’t any particular memories tied in with that song– but it just overwhelmed me with emotion. Nostalgia, sadness, joy, hopes and dreams…
Saturday night and the moon is out I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat When it lifts me up I’m gonna find my feet Out in the middle of a big dance floor When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou’sian’ tonight
I first became aware of Ellen Barkin in the movie Sea of Love (with Al Pacino), and was totally blown away by her incredible sexiness, so I began watching some of her earlier movies. I ran across one set in New Orleans called The Big Easy, and for kicks decided to buy some Cajun food — which I’d never had before — to cook up and eat for dinner while watching the movie on the VCR.
As I ate the spicy food and was marveling at the fantastic flavors (even from the store-bought box version of the food), I started the movie– the opening is an aerial shot of the New Orleans bayou as the zydeco band Beausoleil plays “Zydeco Gris Gris.” I was totally blown away by the unique sound of zydeco and its high energy. Something about the food and the music just latched into my heart. Over the next couple years I found local and nearby Cajun festivals to go to, where I could eat real, freshly prepared Cajun food and listen to wonderful zydeco along with all sorts of other great New Orleans music.
The recent announcement of the breakup of R.E.M. reminded me of this post I put up on Facebook a while ago and thought it would be the perfect time for a cross-post… not to mention my ideal woman would love old R.E.M. as much as I do
R.E.M.’s music has it’s hooks deep into me, laying out aural bookmarks for memories, feelings of nostalgia, making me happy when I’m sad, or happier when I’m happy. Not long ago it also marked an electronic-age milestone for me, the first time I bought an entire album electronically…
One day when logging onto iTunes I was informed that there was a new version available, so I downloaded it, rebooted it, and then browsed around to see the new look and the new features. I went over to the iTunes store… and saw this album for sale:
My first thought was hmm, when am I going to have time to run by a music store in the next few days? When thinking about my schedule I realized it would probably be sometime over the weekend at the earliest. But… but… I wanted to listen these songs now!
Over on the iTunes store, the little “Buy album” button tapped it’s shoe impatiently. Oh yeah…
R.E.M. was a huge part of my musical enlightenment, when I reached out and experienced bands outside of the Top 40 and Classic Rock that ruled my middle and high-school days. My first year of college I had been turned on to bands like Squeeze, Oingo Boingo, and Roxy Music by my preppy roommate, and delved deeper into the classic rock genius of Led Zepplin and Rush by some other college friends. The summer afterwards I reconnected with some of my high school friends to party and of course we all pulled out some of our new favorites. I’d heard of R.E.M. but hadn’t really heard them until I was lying in a hammock with two lady friends, getting buzzed and listening to Murmur. Being high and laying between two cute girls made for a great total experience for my R.E.M. deflowering. The entire album just knocked my socks off with its Byrdsian rolling guitars, dissonant yet oddly perfect vocals/backing vocals, and maddeningly obscure lyrics. I quickly bought Murmur, Reckoning and Fables of the Reconstruction and fell head over heels in love with their sound.
About the same time, two friends of mine who were talented musicians (one played guitar, the other drums) were trying to put together a band. They found someone who played bass, but were having trouble finding a singer and browbeat me into standing in as vocalist while they practiced until they could find someone else (I had sang songs with them when they played at drunken parties back in high school). Both buddies were as smitten by R.E.M. as I was, and of course they wanted to cover some of their songs. The first song we did was Driver 8, and I remember struggling over the lyrics– this was before the internet and easy access to Stipes’ words. I’d listen to a line, rewind, listen. Repeat. And finally write down what I thought he was saying. It was hilarious years later to run across this site to finally see what Stipe was really saying. Sometimes I had it right, but for most of the really obscure stuff I had it wrong. Luckily for me, I could imitate Stipe’s vocal style enough so that no one knew exactly what I was saying either, so it was all good.
We also did Old Man Kinsey, Talk About the Passion, Feeling Gravity’s Pull, and Underneath the Bunker. That last song was a real hoot to play– it’s such an oddball little song, extremely short and just plain weird, and it was always funny to observe our audience’s reaction when we played it. Most of the people we played for enjoyed the George Thorogood covers we played much more than the R.E.M., but we played those songs for us.
This new R.E.M. collection really brings back the memories. Their I.R.S. years span 1982 – 1987, and I was turned on to R.E.M. on the tail end of that period. R.E.M. has gone on to make some really great songs since– I’ve been assured by many people more in tune with their modern era that they were making the best music of their lives in their later years– but for me the music they made back then is infused with the memories of my youth, when I cast aside the constrictive pop encasings forced upon me by local radio and discovered college rock (which later came to be known as “alternative”). I can remember many late night parties, surrounded by strangers, all of us way too intoxicated to want to move from the sofa or floor where we sat, and all of us gloriously singing along to Life’s Rich Pageant on vinyl spinning on the turntable. Every mumbled lyric, every rolling guitar, every infectious drumbeat resonates with that time period.
I got to see R.E.M. play once during their Document tour with 10,000 Maniacs. They came to William and Mary Hall, which is a short hour’s drive from town. The show was awesome, and I remember how surprised I was that they did a cover of Lou Graham’s Midnight Blue for an encore that just rocked the house.
EDIT: Oh wow, I ran across a set list from that tour!
9 October 1987 – William and Mary College, Williamsburg, VA
support: 10,000 Maniacs
soundcheck: Catapult (instrumental) / I Believe / King Of Birds / Welcome To The Occupation
set: Finest Worksong / These Days / Welcome To The Occupation / Exhuming McCarthy / Disturbance At The Heron House / Orange Crush / Feeling Gravitys Pull / King Of Birds / Tired Of Singing Trouble / I Believe / Fireplace / Driver 8 / Title / Superman / Auctioneer (Another Engine) / Oddfellows Local 151 / It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) / Begin The Begin
encore 1: The Flowers Of Guatemala / Fall On Me / See No Evil
encore 2: Midnight Blue / Just A Touch
encore 3: Harpers / The One I Love
Right now I don’t have a working turntable and can no longer spin those awesome R.E.M. records I have on vinyl, and the cassettes I had have long since been worn out. I have not yet had the time or money to buy the albums on CDs, so this album is an absolute godsend to tide me over until I can restore the collection on digital. Bless you, R.E.M.– I hope the sales are brisk and you guys make a bunch of well-deserved money.
1. Begin the Begin
2. Radio Free Europe
3. Pretty Persuasion
4. Talk About the Passion
5. (Don’t Go Back to) Rockville
6. Sitting Still
7. Gardening At Night
8. 7 Chinese Bros.
9. So. Central Rain
10. Driver 8
11. Can’t Get There From Here
12. Finest Worksong
13. Feeling Gravity’s Pull
14. I Believe
15. Life and How to Live It
16. Cuyahoga
17. Welcome to the Occupation
18. Fall On Me
19. Perfect Circle
20. These Days*
21. Pilgrimage*
*These last two I actually added because I had room for two more on the CD I burned. I found out after I bought the 20 song album that there was a 41 song “Collector’s Edition” that I would have gladly bought instead if I had known about it. Still, getting those 41 songs would have made buying the actual albums a little more redundant, so I’m satisfied with what I have for now, and will add Murmur and Reckoning to my Christmas wantlist
[NOTE: Apologies for the long delay between posts... I recently moved AND I also had to dramatically increase my part-time hours (in addition to my normal full-time hours) in order to pay for the move, so time and energy has been cut drastically. Things are starting to settle down now...]
I often fantasize about finding a woman who would find my iPod and fall in love with my music– finding that we shared a lot of the same tastes, discovering new favorites, talking about my experiences around the songs …and hopefully providing me with new tracks I can add to the mix and wrap new memories around.
Getting married and starting a family certainly changed a lot of the sort of music I ran across since I was no longer going out to parties and being exposed to new music, or going to see as many live shows. It also marked a period of time of “big events” which often became associated with specific songs…
Paul Simon, Father and Daughter
One thing I was dreading about being a parent was being subjected to awful children’s television. However, in the 10 years that I’ve been a parent I’ve found a surprisingly large number of shows that are fun for kids to watch (and even sometimes educational) and are also at least mildly entertaining for the parents to watch too. One of the best of these shows was The Wild Thornberries, and I remember watching a Wild Thornberries movie where this Paul Simon song came on… and just choked me with emotion as I sat there curled up with my daughter. Such a beautiful song, but if you happen to be the father of a daughter, it’s like Paul Simon is singing just for you.
When my father-in-law suddenly passed away it was pretty devastating. One day while the grief was still pretty immediate I was driving to work listening to the Folk Sampler on NPR, and a song called Waterlilly by The Cottars came on. It’s ethereal beauty weaved into the emotional roller coaster I was on, bringing tears of sadness… and yet the song was just so gorgeous I had to have it. I went and bought the CD and discovered a new favorite, this cover of a Tom Waits song that is much more fun and upbeat… and just as gorgeous. Not long after this album was release half of The Cottars left the band, and while the lead singer remains the same, they just don’t feel the same without the cute fiddle player and her lovely backing vocals.
Speaking of NPR’s Folk Sampler, I also ran across the awesome band The Duhks there, with this beautiful and wistful song. They also do a great cover of Sting’s “Love is the Seventh Wave” that I actually like better than the original– no offense to Sting, I do like his version as well!
ZZ Top, Le Grange
Back when we had to bathe the kids, we used to turn on the radio to listen to while the kids played in the bath and we attempted to get them clean. My son was about 3 or so when this song by ZZ Top came on the radio. He told me he liked it, and called it the “Hawl Hawl Hawl Song,” perfectly mimicking the growly scat the lead singer tossed in between the lyrics. So yeah– my son’s first favorite song was about a whorehouse! Heh, he still likes it but still doesn’t yet know what they’re singing about…
Selena Gomez & the Scene, More
The last New Year’s Eve before my ex and I split I spent alone. I had to work at my part-time job until 11pm, and she took the kids and went to visit her family overnight. I came home, fixed some snacks and a drink and sat down to watch Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Year’s celebration. As I was watching it, young pop star Selena Gomez and her band The Scene came out to play. At first I was impressed that she made sure to include the name of the band and not just relegate them to nameless backing status… and then I was actually impressed by the song “More.” Yeah, it was pop fluff, but I found it catchy and fun and full of good positive energy, something that I needed bringing in the New Year in the house by myself. When I downloaded the song I justified it by saying my daughter would like it — and she does. But I actually do too, in part for helping me through what could have been a rough time.
RENAISSANCE
When my ex and I split up, one of the things I wanted to do was make sure I filled up the empty spaces with good TV, good books, and good music. I got an iPod and started building my iTunes collection, initially loaded with CDs I owned but then starting to download songs here and there. The pricing is pretty insidious– that song is only 99 cents, why not get it right now? Then at the end of the week you’re hit with the bill and all those pennies add up quick. I made sure to show restraint, and when I heard something I wanted to own I’d put it on a list to buy when I had it in my budget.
The Killers, Smile Like You Mean It
I remember hearing The Killers and scratching my head because they sounded like a band I should have heard before, like a band from the 80s or 90s but no– they were a modern band. This song is my favorite among several really good hits.
Neko Case, Star Witness
I think I first heard of Neko Case when she was profiled on NPR, and they played a few samples of her new album at the time Fox Confessor Brings the Flood. I was immediately smitten with her angelic, powerful voice and lyrical storytelling. Hers was one of the first albums I bought entirely through iTunes and was glad I did, just about every cut is worth listening to. Star Witness is my favorite, one that I try to share with friends, Hey there, there’s such tender wolves ’round town tonight…
The New Pornographers, Mass Romantic
I mentioned my new found love for Neko Case on Facebook or Livejournal and someone suggested I check out The New Pornographers, a band I’d heard of but because of their name I just assumed they were not something worth listening to. So I listened to a few samples and wondered who the bland dude was singing and where the heck was Neko Case? Then I ran across her singing lead on “Mass Romantic” and “Letter from an Occupant” and instantly downloaded those… and wondered– if you had Neko Case available for lead singer duties why would you ever not have her sing?
Tegan and Sara, Walking With a Ghost
For a while a friend of mine who wrote a Magic column would post a list of songs he was listening to currently, and after reading I’d go online and sample them. Sometimes I’d find them catchy and decide to download it. I found Walking with a Ghost so catchy and cool I poked around at other songs of theirs and ended up downloading 5 or 6 more songs.
Camera Obscura, The Sweetest Thing
Like most red-blooded American males, I find Zooey Deschanel totally irresistible and was really pleased to find her She & Him album very well done. I really enjoyed the retro-feel to the songs, and so I was particularly thrilled to run across Camera Obscura which had a similar retro-sound but fuller and more lush production. This is music to be heavily buzzing to, with headphones on and the volume turned up. When you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thing…
Ke$ha, Tik Tok
I took the kids to see Diary of a Wimpy Kid 2 in the movie theater, a very cute and entertaining film. There was a funny scene where the kids were filming one of them lip-synching to “Tik Tok” to upload to YouTube and things go awry… anyway, the kids really liked the snippet of the song and asked that I download it. I have to admit I found it catchy too… though after listening carefully to the lyrics I wouldn’t necessarily call them “kid friendly”… but not so much that I won’t let them listen to it. It’s led to me having to explain a few things to the kids about things adults do…
Spinnerette, Baptized by Fire
Here’s another gem I ran across, with a different sort of retro-feel, almost like a throwback to Heart’s rocking days. I love the galloping beat, harmonies and driving synthesizers.
Girl Talk, Let It Out
I was playing Magic one night and someone was playing the new Girl Talk album, and I’d never heard of that artist or the songs, which are mash-ups of songs that sound totally cool mixed together. I heard that the album was free to download online so I pulled it into my iTunes and have enjoyed listening to the crazy blended songs. Let It Out is my favorite, with the underlying General Public song “Tenderness” getting wrapped around a funky R&B/rap tune. I’m not sure what twirt twirt twirt that ass means but damn it’s fun.
Metric, Black Sheep
A couple months ago I finally got to see Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World on one of my movie channels. I suspected that I would probably like the film, but I wasn’t so sure of it that I went to see it in the theater. When I finally watched it I just totally loved it, and have since watched it several times. The second time through I wondered if that cool song that Envy Adams’s band The Clash At Demonhead sings the first part of was a real song or not, and found out it was called Black Sheep by the band Metric (who I have a couple other songs by). Unfortunately I couldn’t just download that song, it was an “album only” track, so I ended up getting the whole album. It’s not bad, but Black Sheep really stands out, such a great song. Everyone pulls away, ooooooo, from youuuuuuu….
Which brings us pretty current to what I’ve got rocking my iPod! One day I hope to share it with someone special
I often fantasize about finding a woman who would find my iPod and fall in love with my music– finding that we shared a lot of the same tastes, discovering new favorites, talking about my experiences around the songs …and hopefully providing me with new tracks I can add to the mix and wrap new memories around.
After my first love & I broke up I dated E., a wonderful gal who was much more plugged into the modern music scene, what was called at the time “college rock” or “modern rock” but soon got labelled “alternative.” She turned me on to a few bands that knocked my socks off, and since Richmond radio sucked and didn’t play this music I started combing through Spin and other magazines trying to find more. And boy did I find more!
Throwing Muses, Dizzy
E. turned me on to two of my all-time favorite bands, The Pixies and Throwing Muses. The Pixies just had this hard-edged driving primal energy that was perfect to drive to, ride to, work out to. Throwing Muses was a different animal… I loved to put on my headphones and let the hypnotic music wash over me while I listened to the odd lyrics and the contrasting vocal styles of Kristin Hersh and Tonya Donnelly. Tonya’s angelic lilt was so mesmerizing that when she left the Muses and formed Belly I jumped ship, but while she was with the Muses my heart was faithful. Hunkpapa was the first Muses album I bought, and Dizzy was my favorite single.
Sonic Youth, Teen Age Riot
I’d heard of Sonic Youth before, but the descriptions I’d heard of their music gave me the impression that they were more concerned with feedback and noise rather than melody. I’ve always been a fan of good pop music at heart, so I didn’t think Sonic Youth would be up my alley. Then I read the review of their album Daydream Nation in either Spin or Rolling Stone, described as epic, a masterpiece… I decided to take a leap and purchase the double album, and I was not disappointed. When I got my iPod, I made sure to download a couple songs from Daydream Nation onto it, including this opening track.
Cowboy Junkies, Sun Comes Up, It’s Tuesday Morning
My musical tastes cover a wide swath of genres, but one that I’ve never gotten into has been country music (with just a very few exceptions) which is why I nearly missed out on Cowboy Junkies. The band name alone had me making assumptions on what sort of music they made, but I kept running across reviews in the magazines I read giving them praise. One day I was hanging out with my dad and his second wife, and we stopped by a friend of theirs’ house for a brief visit. Since there was no one my age there, I ended up wandering over to the guy’s CD collection and ran across The Caution Horses — now if that’s not a country music title what is? Still, I was curious because of the reviews, and heck– I had the album right here to sample, so I asked if I could listen to it. I quickly found myself mesmerized by this opening track, smitten by Margo Timmons’ deep voice and lyrics conveying loss, longing and yet triumph at the same time. Yes, the accompanying music could probably best be described as country, and yet somehow when paired with Margo and the lyrics of the songs it became something different, something utterly irresistible.
Blake Babies, Out There
When I first read about Blake Babies I knew instantly I’d love them and bought Sunburn without even listening to it. I instantly fell in love with Juliana Hatfield’s sweet, little-girl voice singing biting and tough lyrics, all encased in the band’s melodic rock and roll music. Out There is one of my favorites off the album, and the chorus still gives me goosebumps.
There’s nothing to do, it’s so hard to talk to you
And people never do what they want to.
I don’t know what and I don’t know where
But I know it’s out there.
I must be out there somewhere.
Smashing Pumpkins, I Am One
When I graduated from college I couldn’t find full-time employment so I worked three part-time jobs to make ends meet. One of them was a food delivery driver, and when the tape deck in my car broke I was a very, very sad panda (see above statement about how awful Richmond radio was). However, while scanning the dial late one Sunday night I ran across a program on the classic rock station dedicated to Modern Rock– a cool, crisp glass of water in the middle of a programming desert. I remembering hearing I Am One by the Smashing Pumpkins and being totally engrossed by the sound. Years later as I was putting songs on my iPod, I looked to Gish rather than the over-exposed, over-played songs from Siamese Dream for my Smashing Pumpkins fix.
Deee-Lite, Groove is in the Heart
When my younger sister went to college about two hours away, I used to go visit her on the weekends as often as I could. She had a great group of friends who loved to get together and party, or go out dancing. The group included quite a few gals who I had mad crushes on, and I’d fortify myself with plenty of liquid courage and hit the dance floor with these lovely ladies. Groove is in the Heart was one of many great dance tunes that carry me back to those fun times.
Primus, Tommy the Cat
One night one of my sister’s friends/mad-crushes & I were drinking and ended up alone in a dorm room. She wanted me to teach her the lyrics to this song by Primus. Considering the chorus line included the words “say baby, do you wanna lay down by me?” I was more than happy to teach her the words. I wish I’d had the nerve to try to make a move on her but if I remember correctly she had a boyfriend at the time. I should’ve tried anyway, no? Nonetheless, listening to this song always brings a smile to my face.
The Stone Roses, I Wanna Be Adored
I remember getting the Stone Roses’ debut album and really liking it a lot, but it wasn’t until I put it on while really, really stoned that I fell head over heels for their sounds. It made me realize why the 60s psychedelic music was so popular, something about that swirling, rhythmic music just resonates when your brain is heavily buzzing.
Lush, For Love
This band was so aptly named, and the single For Love could certainly be well-described as lush. Miki Berenyi’s voice was pure sex to me. When I went to the 2nd Lollapalooza tour the main draw were Red Hot Chili Peppers, Soundgarden and Pearl Jam, but I was personally very happy to get to see Lush as well, and Miki was just as sexy in the flesh. Sigh.
Screaming Trees, Make My Mind
I first became aware of Screaming Trees when their single Nearly Lost You was featured on the awesome soundtrack for the movie Singles. I really liked the song, but not so much that I really invested in hearing more from the band. Then I started reading about their new album Dust and it was being given rave reviews. I decided to go ahead and buy it and wow– it was incredible. I rate it as one of my all-time favorite albums, and was really sad that it was the last the band recorded together. Quite the swan song. A year after the album came out, I remember listening to it coming home from going to see the movie Titanic, and something about the emotional aftermath of the movie plus the music and lyrics of Make My Mind had tears pouring down my face.
Beau Jocque & the Zydeco Hi-Rollers, Beau Jocque Boogie
I first became aware of Ellen Barkin in the movie Sea of Love (with Al Pacino), and was totally blown away by her incredible sexiness, so I began watching some of her earlier movies. I ran across one set in New Orleans called The Big Easy, and for kicks decided to buy some Cajun food — which I’d never had before — to cook up and eat for dinner while watching the movie on the VCR.
As I ate the spicy food and was marvelling at the fantastic flavors (even from the store-bought box version of the food), I started the movie– the opening is an aerial shot of the New Orleans bayou as the zydeco band Beausoleil plays “Zydeco Gris Gris.” I was totally blown away by the unique sound of zydeco and its high energy. Something about the food and the music just latched into my heart. Over the next couple years I found local and nearby Cajun festivals to go to, where I could eat real, freshly prepared Cajun food and listen to wonderful zydeco along with all sorts of other great New Orleans music.
Some of the best zydeco I ever heard I ran across while perusing the slender Zydeco section at Tower Records. The album was called “Git it Beau Jocque!” and it was a live album by Beau Jocque and the Zydeco Hi-Rollers. With an album and band name like that, how could it not be some of the greatest zydeco music of all time? I’m pleased that I got to see them perform at the Bayou Boogaloo in Norfolk a year or two before Beau Jocque’s untimely death.
Check back soon for Part 4 — the last part I promise! Bringing us to the more current songs that have found a home in my heart and my iPod…
I often fantasize about finding a woman who would find my iPod and fall in love with my music– finding that we shared a lot of the same tastes, discovering new favorites, talking about my experiences around the songs …and hopefully providing me with new tracks I can add to the mix and wrap new memories around.
I thought it might be fun to sample the eras here, music that made deep enough marks as to find a home on my iPod… You can find Part 1 “The Early Years” here…
THE AWAKENING
When I went from country boy high school grad to college freshman in the big city, my musical tastes were fairly narrow, steeped mostly in 80s pop and rock. The next three years saw my musical horizons start to expand as I became aware of so much more, so much better, out there!
Oingo Boingo, Dead Man’s Party
My freshman dorm roommate was a preppy philosophy major who introduced me to New Wave music (and to the then cutting edge CD player). Dead Man’s Party knocked my socks off, and I immediate went to the record store and purchased the album. I got to see these guys play at the old Flood Zone and the band was simply amazing.
Squeeze, Take Me I’m Yours
While I liked Squeeze’s few radio & MTV songs, their greatest hits album Singles blew my mind, so many cool and interesting songs I’d never heard before. Then I went to see them play live at the Richmond Landmark Theater and witnessed probably the most talented group of musicians I’ve ever seen, playing virtuoso music while electrifying the audience with a spectacular show.
Georgia Satellites, Railroad Steel
My senior year of high school I had a couple musician friends that wanted to get a little more serious with their music and start a band. Finding a good singer proved elusive so I was asked to fill in at parties and jams. For about a year after graduation we actually named our band (The Hostages), practiced and did a few gigs. I had a ball, though as a writer I longed to try our hand at originals instead of trying to sing other people’s songs. I had a pretty limited range as a vocalist, but sometimes I could totally nail it—the southern rock band Georgia Satellites was one of them. A few years ago I reunited with the band for a few jam sessions for old-times sake, and I’m proud to report I can still belt out some of those tunes, including this fist-pumper!
R.E.M., These Days
Another band who’s music I could sing really well to was R.E.M. (heh, quite different from the Satellites stylistically if not geographically). Back then though trying to decipher Michael Stipes’ lyrics was brutal and involved many hours listening, rewinding, listening and guesstimating. Years later when a website went up with the official lyrics to those early R.E.M. songs I was amused by just how wrong I’d been… though of course no one who listened to us play those songs knew I was wrong because I sang those words just as incomprehensibly as Stipe.
I think spending all that time and effort figuring out lyrics and singing a handful of R.E.M. really connected me to that era of the band. Even after our band broke up, I ate up all those I.R.S. albums, joyfully singing along in what I hoped was a close approximation of Stipe’s lyrics. While The Hostages never performed These Days, it is #1 of many R.E.M. favorites and a song I never tire of listening to.
Led Zepplin, Custard Pie
In middle and high-school, I dismissed Led Zepplin as music the roughneck heavy metal kids listened to. Then I met Hudson in college, an art major and big fan of Zepplin. He had all their albums and I spent many evenings with friends deeply buzzing and listening to those records. Then one day I won a call-in radio contest and got the entire Led Zepplin album catalogue. I was totally hooked. I read Hammer of the Gods. I bought a bootleg concert album. I went to see The Song Remains the Same at the midnight movies. And I lamented that John Bonham drank himself to death and broke up the band before I ever had a chance to see them. Physical Graffiti had to be my favorite album, and the opening Custard Pie still blows me away and is just so heavy man, heavy.
Fishbone, Lying Ass Bitch
When I graduated from high school, my Dungeons & Dragons crew (nerds rule!) merged with another D&D crew that were a couple years older but we all got along famously and the gaming camaraderie quickly spilled out into partying and carousing. One of my newfound lifelong friends brought Fishbone’s first album to a party we were at and I was totally blown away by the thumping, high-energy ska. This song’s profane chorus was fun to sing along to while thinking about your ex. I was privileged to see the band perform live several times and their musicianship was stunning especially given how physical they were jumping on and off the stage. I learned the joys of moshing at Fishbone concerts.
Beastie Boys, Shake Your Rump
While Licensed to Ill was a badboy-good-time, the Beastie’s followup Paul’s Boutique was a total masterpiece album from start to finish. It’s hard to pick a favorite out, but Shake Your Rump might be it.
FIRST LOVE
Not only did college open up my musical awareness, but it also led me to my first head-over-heels love experience. She loved music too and we spent a lot of time drinking beers, listening to music and enjoying each other’s company.
Romeo Void, Never Say Never
Before we became an item, I had a secret crush on her. I brought some albums to a party one night, and was one of the people spinning the tunes. When I put this great song on by Romeo Void, three gorgeous ladies (including my secret crush) jumped up and began dancing to it. Since none of their significant others joined them, I got up and danced with them, and when we all sang the chorus I might like you better if we slept together I fantasized that all three were singing to me, hee heee…
How Can I Refuse, Heart
When my secret crush became not-so-secret and I found out she had feelings for me too I was stunned, scared, thrilled and excited. Never before had someone I loved loved me in return. While we saw each other several times a week, like all young love you just can’t get enough of each other so we’d write letters to tide us over to the next night together. I remember one letter quoted this song by Heart:
Where do we take it now
Now that we caught fire?
Will something greater grow
Out of this desire?
Should I drop my guard
At the risk of being used?
But the way you do those things to me
How can I refuse?
All these years later whenever I hear this song it sends me back to those days of young love.
Romeo and Juliet, Dire Straits
All good things eventually come to an end, and when she and I started going through a rough patch this Dire Straits song that so brilliantly mixes romance and melancholia seemed to capture what we were feeling. Time has healed the sadness to where I can now listen and just enjoy the beauty of the song.
There are few things that offer up such primal joy as good music, and sharing that music with others is a wonderful bonding experience between acquaintances, friends, family, lovers. One thing that’s been lacking in my life of late is someone with whom I can soak in music, just bask in the rolling guitars, driving rhythms, angelic voices, romantic lyrics, someone who might even join me in singing along …with the right amount of inhibition-lifting booze if need be!
I can remember in the “good ol’ days” with nights spent spinning vinyl albums, tapes, and CDs. Of course, times are much different now in the era of the iPod and mp3 players… and man, I just love my iPod! It is stuffed to the gills with great music, so many favorites. Looking through the list of songs I can divide my life by certain songs and artists that moved me, becoming markers in the soundtrack of my life. I often fantasize about finding a woman who would find my iPod and fall in love with my music– finding that we shared a lot of the same tastes, discovering new favorites, talking about my experiences around the songs …and hopefully providing me with new tracks I can add to the mix and wrap new memories around.
I thought it might be fun to sample the eras here, music that made deep enough marks as to find a home on my iPod…
THE EARLY YEARS
When I was a kid most of my musical exposure came from my parents music collection. They had albums from the 60s and 70s– rock n roll, r&b, easy listening, disco. They would hold parties sometimes, and I’d love laying in bed upstairs and listening to the records spinning music amongst the talking and the laughter. As I got older, I started listening to Top 40 radio, which didn’t exactly broaden my horizons but it was fun to listen to. Here are a few songs from that era that I still keep around.
Three Dog Night, Out in the Country
When I hear this song, I find myself filled with nostalgia so strong it brings me to tears. I don’t have any specific memory tied to it– just being young and innocent I suppose.
Get Together, The Youngbloods
This song resonates quite deep with me… the ideals and hope expressed in the lyrics call for us to strive for a better world. I know the young adults who crafted this song would have been pretty shocked at life in 2011 and how far short we’ve fallen from coming anywhere close to the ideal they sang about.
Rolling Stones, Emotional Rescue
While I like the Rolling Stones (and even went to see them in D.C. during their Steel Wheels tour — with the awesome Living Color opening for them), I wouldn’t say I was a die-hard fan… but something about this song just really pushes all my happy-buttons. Mick’s falsetto voice, the funky groove, the “knight in shining armor…” soliloquy… that really subtle sound that I would swear is someone hitting a bong in the background… the whole is so much more than the sum of its awesome parts. Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-o-o-o!
Fleetwood Mac, Say That You Love Me
When I first started partying with my friends, one of the bands I brought to the mix was Fleetwood Mac, which most of my buds had never really listened to. My parents had all their early albums and I inherited them and happily spun the tunes when the party was winding down. Christine McVie has an angelic voice and a love-struck perspective that totally appeals to my romantic nature.
Antmusic, Adam and the Ants
I was around when MTV first arrived on the scene, and like most teenagers of my age I wanted to spend as much time as possible watching the videos and listening to the music. You would think that the new-age posh Adam and the Ants wouldn’t weather the passing of the years like most of his peers, but there’s something about this and a couple other songs from that era that still makes me happy when I hear it. I think it might be the awesome percussion section, the drumming gives it a nice hook that I can’t get enough of.
Van Halen, Unchained
In high school Van Halen was god, cutting across all the social cliques and appealing to everyone. I pretty much overdosed on their 1984 album and don’t have any urge to put any of those songs on my iPod, but some of their older classics still rock my world, like this one.
REO Speedwagon, Riding the Storm Out
When I was 16 I started going to go see concerts, and was able to catch a lot of the biggest acts of the day. One thing that was surprising was just how awful a lot of the big names were when giving a live performance. For instance, I went to see The Cars with Wang Chung opening for them. Wang Chung’s “Dance Hall Days” was all over the radio and MTV, a slick and polished pop piece… but their live show was raw, rough, and didn’t sound anything like the song we’d hear on the airwaves. And they rocked! The Cars however… they hit the stage and performed their music just like they sounded on the radio and MTV… but they had horrible stage presence, with very minimal interaction with the audience, not much more than just playing their records over the PA.
I was a little concerned about REO Speedwagon when I went to see them, but I shouldn’t have worried. Despite their slick radio-friendly ballads, their performance proved them a road-tested rock and roll band, and the encore performance of Riding the Storm Out blew me away. Having that song on my iPod carries me back every time.
Since this is getting pretty long I’m going to break it up into a couple of parts. Coming up next, a musical “Awakening” during my college years…
