Song of the Week's back!
SOW took July off to focus on competitive surfing, which it does every summer. It got a radical sunburn, a gnarly jellyfish sting, a yellow ribbon, and a year of free rentals from Blockbuster. It also found love with SI's "Hot Links" feature, but the Hot Links eventually broke its heart. I'll be honest: it affected the surfing.
Still, good summer, Song of the Week!
Now back to work.
(Quick housekeeping note: the Blog's picked up many new readers over the summer. For those newbies, a few points:
1) Song of the Week is a weekly feature--usually Thursdays--in which I pick a song and write about it. Simple enough? Sometimes it's a songwriting element I admire; sometimes it's a particular memory I've attached to the song; sometimes there's a performance I think is remarkable. Anything that makes the song noteworthy to a musician or lovable to the casual listener is worth talking about.
2) At the end of every month, I do a "Mailbag" blog in which I answer reader email. The emails are mostly about music, but anything goes. If you'd like to be in a future Mailbag, just email chris@chrismilam.com with a question! I promise I read every email and always appreciate you writing.)
I heard an old favorite song recently and noticed something new: musical onomatopoeia. What-what-what? Read on...
Song of the Week: Counting Crows, "Recovering the Satellites"
Onomatopoeia occurs when a word is formed from the sound it describes. For example, bees "buzz." Poets often use this to make the aural world of a poem match its visual world. Similarly, musicians use instruments to make the sound that the lyric's discussing. And here's our example:
The Counting Crows "Recovering the Satellites" is a long and complicated lyric, but here's the short version: there's a girl, there are dreams, there are problems, and satellite/space imagery is used to help tell the story. So, at the song's outset, the main sound is the rhythm guitar playing the opening chords. But in the background (0:04), another guitar creates a pulsing, high-pitched effect. It sounds like an oddly melodic hiccup, a recurring blip of feedback on our song's radar. It sounds exactly like a homing beacon on--you guessed it--a satellite.
Hence, musical onomatopoeia. (Yep, I'm tired of typing that.)
One of my favorite things about music is hearing something new in a song you've heard hundreds of times before. How did I miss this "satellite" at the song's beginning the first thousand listens? Now I can't not hear it. One of the reasons I missed it so many times is because it's executed well; that beacon sound supports the song rather than overwhelming it. It's a background piece, an added layer, but not in the spotlight. Done wrong, musical onomatopoeia can sound cloying or hokey. Done right, it's another way to let the song's sonic landscape support its lyrics.
A few more favorite examples:
A sneaky one: Radiohead, "Airbag"
The song's cacophonous transitions and metallic, clashing drum sounds imitate a recurring car crash.
An overt one: Avett Brothers, "Kick Drum Heart"
The kick drum pounds in isolation after every refrain ("my heart like a kick drum") to support the singer's excitement.
An explicit one: Pearl Jam, "Given To Fly"
Mike McCready tells us how they build the song like a wave set to break at just the right moment (the first line of the chorus: "a wave came crashing..."). That gorgeous, watery guitar tone only heightens the effect. (Sidebar: this clip is taken from Single Video Theory, which is a classic in-studio band documentary. Even if you're not a Pearl Jam fan, it's well worth watching. One of the best, most honest glances at how songs are actually written and how an album's actually made.)
And a personal favorite: Buddy Holly, "I Fought the Law"
Not satisfied with creating the perfect three-minute rock song and (arguably) punk's greatest precursor, Holly works six emphatic drum hits into the line, "robbing people with a......six gun." Just to show off. (The link goes to a live Clash cover, but they're true to the original on this. It happens around 1:08.)
So what are some more examples? What are some of your favorites? Hit up the comments and let me know!
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Thursday, August 12, 2010
Friday, July 02, 2010
Fan of the Month!
Happy July 2nd!
In two days, our nation will celebrate its independence from:
The British empire
Despotic rule
Trans-Atlantic indentured servitude
Tea
Sophisticated accents
And more!
You get the idea. I love July, for many of the same reasons I love July 4: I like hot weather, I like grilled foods, I want to marry BBQ (different from "grilled foods," dear coastal readers), and I want to live in a swimsuit. Where's the downside?
Independence Day is a time to celebrate our nation's freedoms, and the sacrifices made to enjoy those freedoms. So, July's Fan of the Month needed to have a revolutionary spirit. I needed someone atypical. I needed someone freewheeling and fun-loving. I needed someone sneakily subversive. I needed someone who will go on public record as "weeping uncontrollably during the Lost finale." I needed someone who wants to fight Beyonce, send Lady Gaga to a recycling center, and likes Brian Regan because everyone else likes Brian Regan. I needed a man for the people, though not of the people.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you July's Fan of the Month, TJ White in Memphis!
(Quick housekeeping: I pushed FOM to Friday this month due to the Tour Blogs, which will start Monday. I'll post from the road early and often, so check back on the reg.
And, if you'd like to be a future FOM, just drop me a line: chris@chrismilam.com.
Now, let's learn a little more about TJ!)
---------------
Name?
TJ White.
Age?
31.
Where y'at?
Memphis, TN.
Something the average interweb browser wouldn't know about me is…?
I like cheese and ketchup sandwiches.
The music scene in Memphis is…?
Dominant.
Whatcha do for a living?
Teacher/stand-up comedian.
(Editor's Note: God bless you, sir. Two noble professions. I'm starting a slow clap, and I invite you to join me.)
When was the last time you ate at Burger King?
It's been a long time since I've had anything made my way.
(Editor's Note: Insert "so you're married?" joke here.)
You have one meal left in life but it has to be fast food. You can pick and choose different items from different joints. Name that meal!
Chik-fil-A original combo with a large sweet tea, large waffle fries, and lots of BBQ sauce.
You have one meal left in life, period. Name that meal!
My mom's holiday fare: her stuffing, broccoli casserole, green bean casserole, strawberry salad, turkey, pea salad, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie, cherry cheese pie, pecan pie.
I love that every FOM's last meal is catered by Mom. So you picking holiday fare, even if your last meal is in July?
Holiday food is good any time of year. We should eat that stuff more often. It's so, so, so delicious.
(Editor's Note: I like it. But if I ate turkey as often as I wanted, I'd never stop napping. My annual productivity would drop between 9 and 85 percent.)
What music publications/blogs/sites do you read? Any of them good?
I don't read many, but if I did I'd read Rolling Stone. I'm usually busy reading novels and sports stuff so I can't recommend any. Sorry.
Pick your dream concert. Any three (living) artists, anywhere, any venue, any month, any time of day. What is it? What's it called?
It’s called "Strange Things and Cool Stuff."
It features: Phil Collins, The Indigo Girls and Pearl Jam. The latter two are the best concerts I’ve ever seen and I’ve never seen Phil Collins live. I just want to hear "Sussudio."
The venue is my living room: an intimate acoustic set from everyone. The month is December. It's Christmas Day, because the show is my Christmas present. They’ll all be ready to play when I wake up in the morning.
(Editor's Note: I'll be honest, if this happened, my second thought would be, "AWESOME!" But my first thought would be, "why is a guy who looks like Phil Collins in my house? I'm going to beat him with a wrench.")
You're a stand-up comic: who are some of your favorites, past and present?
Top 3: Bill Cosby, Eddie Murphy and Brian Regan.
1) Cosby: greatest storyteller ever.
2) Murphy: incredible material, impressions and also a great storyteller.
3) Regan: appeals to everyone because his material is out of this world and it's clean. Everyone relates to it. I saw him at the Orpheum a couple of years ago and it was sold out with a mixed crowd of young and old. At the end people were making requests for jokes. He's amazingly good and absolutley hilarious.
You can pick one album as your morning alarm for a year. The songs and their “wake-up” segments will shuffle randomly, but you are stuck with this album for a full year. What is it?
The ESPN Jock Jams volume that includes "Let's Get Ready To Rumble."
(Editor's Note: This is hilarious. If I woke up to that, just once, I'd have a seizure.)
If you could fight any public figure, who would it be and why?
I'm not too much into conflict and confrontation so I probably wouldn't want to fight anyone.
Lover not a fighter? Okay: you have to fight one public figure or the world ends. Who's got it coming to them?
Beyonce.
(Editor's Note: We at ChrisMilam.com in no way endorse this answer, but we've decided to post it, hoping Beyonce's people read this and organize the fight. Because she would DEFINITELY take TJ. We also don't advocate violence against divas in general. Unless you're flicking Bono's forehead. We're cool with that.)
Fill in the blanks!
Five favorite artists from the 60's are…?
Stevie Wonder, The Who, CCR, Bob Dylan, and can the Doobie Brothers count?
(Editor's Note: Their "active years" were 1970-1982. So, sure?)
Five favorite artists from the 90's are…?
Radiohead, Pearl Jam, Counting Crows, Foo Fighters, Brian McKnight.
Five favorite artists from the 2000's are…?
Kings of Leon, Avett Brothers, Timbaland, Pearl Jam, and Foo Fighters again.
Some more singer/songwriters I love are...?
Duncan Sheik, Jim Boggia, Dan Fogelberg, James Taylor, Ingrid Michaelson.
....is my favorite Beatle.
No one.
(Editor's Note: Wow. We found the one non-Beatles fan on earth. But don't you appreciate Brian Regan precisely because of his mass appeal? I'm confused. Help!)
You don't like any Beatles individually, or you don't like the Beatles PERIOD? And, either way, why?
Okay, here's my thing about the Beatles. I like most of their songs but I never grew up loving them and not many of the individual Beatles intrigue me. I appreciate the Beatles for what they did for modern music, but I'm not crazy into them.
...is my favorite adjective in the English language.
Gregarious.
Know any adjectives from other languages?
Ochen, mucho...
...is my favorite month of the year.
December.
...is my least-favorite month of the year.
August.
Favorite wrongly-heard song lyric is...? (e.g. "Excuse me while I kiss this guy...")
"The price of beans, it's bringing me to my knees. The beans! The price!" --"Love Bites," by Def Leppard.
Favorite rock album of the Oughts?
A tie: Foo Fighters, Echoes, Silence, Patience, and Grace and Kings of Leon, Only By the Knight.
Favorite non-rock album of the Oughts?
Brian McKnight, Superhero.
Favorite movie (you can pick separate ones for comedy and drama)?
Jerry Maguire.
Favorite TV show (you can pick separate ones for comedy and drama)?
Lost.
Lost! How did you feel about the final season/episode? Satisfied?
I thought the finale was amazing. It was so emotional. My collar was soaked because I was crying through most of it.
Here's my thing about the finale: if you went into it wanting answers to certain mysteries, you were disappointed. If you were like me, you were more concerned with the fate of the characters, their relationships, and their redemption. Then, you LOVED the finale. The thing about the mysteries is that not all questions can be answered--just like in life. I think about all the great books I've read. The best ones leave intriguing questions open for interpretation. That is exactly what Lost did. It's the greatest show in the history of television and there will never be another one like it ever.
(Editor's Note: I jumped on the Lost-wagon this spring and watched all six seasons. I caught myself nodding emphatically as I read that last paragraph, until the "greatest show in the history of television" bit. But it's cool, we've all got our own history.)
Rank these items in order of awesomeness: Independence Day (the holiday), Keith Richards, The Bar-B-Q Shop, running through sprinklers, Independence Day (the movie), World Cup soccer, the Declaration of Independence.
1) Declaration of Independence
2) Keith Richards
3) Running through sprinklers
4) Independence Day, the movie
5) The Bar-B-Q Shop
6) Independence Day, the holiday
7) World Cup soccer
I ranked all twelve months a while back. Where would July be in your rankings (1 being best)? What's #1? What's #12?
December is #1, August is #12, and July is #7. Or #8. Somewhere around there.
I did a "Monthly Playlist" throughout 2009, and have taken a brief hiatus. I need your help. Give me 5 "Songs for July."
1) Lee Greenwood, "God Bless the USA"
2) Neil Diamond, "We're Coming To America"
3) Counting Crows, "Miami"
4) Bob Seger, "Night Moves"
5) Duncan Sheik, "On a High"
(Editor's Note: Neil Diamond will smack you in the mouth.)
Aight, you're from Memphis: best BBQ in town?
To be honest, it all tastes the same to me. Everyone claims to have the best, but everywhere I go, I think, "hey this tastes like...BBQ." So, I'll go for atmosphere--I dig the occasional trip to Rendezvous.
(Editor's Note: Neil Diamond will smack you in the mouth!)
You can move anywhere in America for six months. Money, time, and job situation are no object. Name the place.
Boston. Why not? I've always wanted to check it out.
You can move anywhere on earth for six months. Same deal. Same place, or do you become an expat?
London. I've always wanted to go there, just to check out all the theatre for six months. And I'd have to go to Wimbledon.
Summer's typically good for new music, but notoriously slow for TV. What do you watch to get you through the dog days?
Hell's Kitchen and Big Brother. This is why God invented summer reading, which I'm enjoying more. I know you don't want my summer reading list, but here it is: The Tommyknockers (Stephen King), The Passage (Justin Cronin) and Swan Song (Robert McCammon).
(Editor's Note: Of course we want your summer reading list! We at the Blog love reading, especially when other people do it.)
QUICK: how many hours til football returns?
Too many--it needs to be here NOW!
You are going out tonight. You are going out to do whatever it is you would like to do for a fun night of festivity and frivolity. This can include anything from harvesting corn to people-watching in Belgium to sharing dream journals. Anything. You get to assemble your posse for the night. You can pick ANY FOUR MEN OR ANY FOUR WOMEN on the planet, friends, celebrities, athletes, etc. Who is in your entourage and why?
If it's four men, then I pick the Four Jerries--the greatest gentlemen on the face of this planet. If it's four women, I pick Scarlett Johansson to be cloned three times. We're going mini-golfing, then to Six Flags. Then we're stopping into Chucky Cheese for skee-ball. Scarlett will have a blast.
Where will music be in 5 years? What will be the next "big thing"? Where would you like to see it go?
The Next Big Thing is Chris Milam. And I hope to God that Lady Gaga is gone.
If Lada Gaga is gone, where does she go? What other jobs could you see Gaga taking? Bank teller?
She first must go far, far, far away. I can't stand people doing stuff for shock value and publicity and saying it's about artistic expression. Music itself is an art. The way you present your music is entertainment. All the great musical artists let their art (read: music) speak for itself. Pearl Jam has lasted for decades because they make good art. They disappeared from MTV and the public spotlight and still put out incredible records that people loved. It's not about Pearl Jam's image; it's about the music they make as a group. So you're telling me I have to watch the "Telephone" video and be amazed because Gaga has beer cans rolled into her hair? That's art? That's not art--that's stupid.
So, maybe she can work in a recycling center recycling the aluminum cans she puts into her hair.
People like good music. They don't care if you wear veils around your face and dress up like some cartoon character.
(Editor's Note: Word. But still: how's she selling so many albums? What are people buying?)
Finally, how can I ever thank you for the support?
Let me harmonize with you on any song of your choosing (that's your song) when you play Memphis July 28. Deal???
Done deal! See you then.
In two days, our nation will celebrate its independence from:
The British empire
Despotic rule
Trans-Atlantic indentured servitude
Tea
Sophisticated accents
And more!
You get the idea. I love July, for many of the same reasons I love July 4: I like hot weather, I like grilled foods, I want to marry BBQ (different from "grilled foods," dear coastal readers), and I want to live in a swimsuit. Where's the downside?
Independence Day is a time to celebrate our nation's freedoms, and the sacrifices made to enjoy those freedoms. So, July's Fan of the Month needed to have a revolutionary spirit. I needed someone atypical. I needed someone freewheeling and fun-loving. I needed someone sneakily subversive. I needed someone who will go on public record as "weeping uncontrollably during the Lost finale." I needed someone who wants to fight Beyonce, send Lady Gaga to a recycling center, and likes Brian Regan because everyone else likes Brian Regan. I needed a man for the people, though not of the people.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you July's Fan of the Month, TJ White in Memphis!
(Quick housekeeping: I pushed FOM to Friday this month due to the Tour Blogs, which will start Monday. I'll post from the road early and often, so check back on the reg.
And, if you'd like to be a future FOM, just drop me a line: chris@chrismilam.com.
Now, let's learn a little more about TJ!)
---------------
Name?
TJ White.
Age?
31.
Where y'at?
Memphis, TN.
Something the average interweb browser wouldn't know about me is…?
I like cheese and ketchup sandwiches.
The music scene in Memphis is…?
Dominant.
Whatcha do for a living?
Teacher/stand-up comedian.
(Editor's Note: God bless you, sir. Two noble professions. I'm starting a slow clap, and I invite you to join me.)
When was the last time you ate at Burger King?
It's been a long time since I've had anything made my way.
(Editor's Note: Insert "so you're married?" joke here.)
You have one meal left in life but it has to be fast food. You can pick and choose different items from different joints. Name that meal!
Chik-fil-A original combo with a large sweet tea, large waffle fries, and lots of BBQ sauce.
You have one meal left in life, period. Name that meal!
My mom's holiday fare: her stuffing, broccoli casserole, green bean casserole, strawberry salad, turkey, pea salad, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie, cherry cheese pie, pecan pie.
I love that every FOM's last meal is catered by Mom. So you picking holiday fare, even if your last meal is in July?
Holiday food is good any time of year. We should eat that stuff more often. It's so, so, so delicious.
(Editor's Note: I like it. But if I ate turkey as often as I wanted, I'd never stop napping. My annual productivity would drop between 9 and 85 percent.)
What music publications/blogs/sites do you read? Any of them good?
I don't read many, but if I did I'd read Rolling Stone. I'm usually busy reading novels and sports stuff so I can't recommend any. Sorry.
Pick your dream concert. Any three (living) artists, anywhere, any venue, any month, any time of day. What is it? What's it called?
It’s called "Strange Things and Cool Stuff."
It features: Phil Collins, The Indigo Girls and Pearl Jam. The latter two are the best concerts I’ve ever seen and I’ve never seen Phil Collins live. I just want to hear "Sussudio."
The venue is my living room: an intimate acoustic set from everyone. The month is December. It's Christmas Day, because the show is my Christmas present. They’ll all be ready to play when I wake up in the morning.
(Editor's Note: I'll be honest, if this happened, my second thought would be, "AWESOME!" But my first thought would be, "why is a guy who looks like Phil Collins in my house? I'm going to beat him with a wrench.")
You're a stand-up comic: who are some of your favorites, past and present?
Top 3: Bill Cosby, Eddie Murphy and Brian Regan.
1) Cosby: greatest storyteller ever.
2) Murphy: incredible material, impressions and also a great storyteller.
3) Regan: appeals to everyone because his material is out of this world and it's clean. Everyone relates to it. I saw him at the Orpheum a couple of years ago and it was sold out with a mixed crowd of young and old. At the end people were making requests for jokes. He's amazingly good and absolutley hilarious.
You can pick one album as your morning alarm for a year. The songs and their “wake-up” segments will shuffle randomly, but you are stuck with this album for a full year. What is it?
The ESPN Jock Jams volume that includes "Let's Get Ready To Rumble."
(Editor's Note: This is hilarious. If I woke up to that, just once, I'd have a seizure.)
If you could fight any public figure, who would it be and why?
I'm not too much into conflict and confrontation so I probably wouldn't want to fight anyone.
Lover not a fighter? Okay: you have to fight one public figure or the world ends. Who's got it coming to them?
Beyonce.
(Editor's Note: We at ChrisMilam.com in no way endorse this answer, but we've decided to post it, hoping Beyonce's people read this and organize the fight. Because she would DEFINITELY take TJ. We also don't advocate violence against divas in general. Unless you're flicking Bono's forehead. We're cool with that.)
Fill in the blanks!
Five favorite artists from the 60's are…?
Stevie Wonder, The Who, CCR, Bob Dylan, and can the Doobie Brothers count?
(Editor's Note: Their "active years" were 1970-1982. So, sure?)
Five favorite artists from the 90's are…?
Radiohead, Pearl Jam, Counting Crows, Foo Fighters, Brian McKnight.
Five favorite artists from the 2000's are…?
Kings of Leon, Avett Brothers, Timbaland, Pearl Jam, and Foo Fighters again.
Some more singer/songwriters I love are...?
Duncan Sheik, Jim Boggia, Dan Fogelberg, James Taylor, Ingrid Michaelson.
....is my favorite Beatle.
No one.
(Editor's Note: Wow. We found the one non-Beatles fan on earth. But don't you appreciate Brian Regan precisely because of his mass appeal? I'm confused. Help!)
You don't like any Beatles individually, or you don't like the Beatles PERIOD? And, either way, why?
Okay, here's my thing about the Beatles. I like most of their songs but I never grew up loving them and not many of the individual Beatles intrigue me. I appreciate the Beatles for what they did for modern music, but I'm not crazy into them.
...is my favorite adjective in the English language.
Gregarious.
Know any adjectives from other languages?
Ochen, mucho...
...is my favorite month of the year.
December.
...is my least-favorite month of the year.
August.
Favorite wrongly-heard song lyric is...? (e.g. "Excuse me while I kiss this guy...")
"The price of beans, it's bringing me to my knees. The beans! The price!" --"Love Bites," by Def Leppard.
Favorite rock album of the Oughts?
A tie: Foo Fighters, Echoes, Silence, Patience, and Grace and Kings of Leon, Only By the Knight.
Favorite non-rock album of the Oughts?
Brian McKnight, Superhero.
Favorite movie (you can pick separate ones for comedy and drama)?
Jerry Maguire.
Favorite TV show (you can pick separate ones for comedy and drama)?
Lost.
Lost! How did you feel about the final season/episode? Satisfied?
I thought the finale was amazing. It was so emotional. My collar was soaked because I was crying through most of it.
Here's my thing about the finale: if you went into it wanting answers to certain mysteries, you were disappointed. If you were like me, you were more concerned with the fate of the characters, their relationships, and their redemption. Then, you LOVED the finale. The thing about the mysteries is that not all questions can be answered--just like in life. I think about all the great books I've read. The best ones leave intriguing questions open for interpretation. That is exactly what Lost did. It's the greatest show in the history of television and there will never be another one like it ever.
(Editor's Note: I jumped on the Lost-wagon this spring and watched all six seasons. I caught myself nodding emphatically as I read that last paragraph, until the "greatest show in the history of television" bit. But it's cool, we've all got our own history.)
Rank these items in order of awesomeness: Independence Day (the holiday), Keith Richards, The Bar-B-Q Shop, running through sprinklers, Independence Day (the movie), World Cup soccer, the Declaration of Independence.
1) Declaration of Independence
2) Keith Richards
3) Running through sprinklers
4) Independence Day, the movie
5) The Bar-B-Q Shop
6) Independence Day, the holiday
7) World Cup soccer
I ranked all twelve months a while back. Where would July be in your rankings (1 being best)? What's #1? What's #12?
December is #1, August is #12, and July is #7. Or #8. Somewhere around there.
I did a "Monthly Playlist" throughout 2009, and have taken a brief hiatus. I need your help. Give me 5 "Songs for July."
1) Lee Greenwood, "God Bless the USA"
2) Neil Diamond, "We're Coming To America"
3) Counting Crows, "Miami"
4) Bob Seger, "Night Moves"
5) Duncan Sheik, "On a High"
(Editor's Note: Neil Diamond will smack you in the mouth.)
Aight, you're from Memphis: best BBQ in town?
To be honest, it all tastes the same to me. Everyone claims to have the best, but everywhere I go, I think, "hey this tastes like...BBQ." So, I'll go for atmosphere--I dig the occasional trip to Rendezvous.
(Editor's Note: Neil Diamond will smack you in the mouth!)
You can move anywhere in America for six months. Money, time, and job situation are no object. Name the place.
Boston. Why not? I've always wanted to check it out.
You can move anywhere on earth for six months. Same deal. Same place, or do you become an expat?
London. I've always wanted to go there, just to check out all the theatre for six months. And I'd have to go to Wimbledon.
Summer's typically good for new music, but notoriously slow for TV. What do you watch to get you through the dog days?
Hell's Kitchen and Big Brother. This is why God invented summer reading, which I'm enjoying more. I know you don't want my summer reading list, but here it is: The Tommyknockers (Stephen King), The Passage (Justin Cronin) and Swan Song (Robert McCammon).
(Editor's Note: Of course we want your summer reading list! We at the Blog love reading, especially when other people do it.)
QUICK: how many hours til football returns?
Too many--it needs to be here NOW!
You are going out tonight. You are going out to do whatever it is you would like to do for a fun night of festivity and frivolity. This can include anything from harvesting corn to people-watching in Belgium to sharing dream journals. Anything. You get to assemble your posse for the night. You can pick ANY FOUR MEN OR ANY FOUR WOMEN on the planet, friends, celebrities, athletes, etc. Who is in your entourage and why?
If it's four men, then I pick the Four Jerries--the greatest gentlemen on the face of this planet. If it's four women, I pick Scarlett Johansson to be cloned three times. We're going mini-golfing, then to Six Flags. Then we're stopping into Chucky Cheese for skee-ball. Scarlett will have a blast.
Where will music be in 5 years? What will be the next "big thing"? Where would you like to see it go?
The Next Big Thing is Chris Milam. And I hope to God that Lady Gaga is gone.
If Lada Gaga is gone, where does she go? What other jobs could you see Gaga taking? Bank teller?
She first must go far, far, far away. I can't stand people doing stuff for shock value and publicity and saying it's about artistic expression. Music itself is an art. The way you present your music is entertainment. All the great musical artists let their art (read: music) speak for itself. Pearl Jam has lasted for decades because they make good art. They disappeared from MTV and the public spotlight and still put out incredible records that people loved. It's not about Pearl Jam's image; it's about the music they make as a group. So you're telling me I have to watch the "Telephone" video and be amazed because Gaga has beer cans rolled into her hair? That's art? That's not art--that's stupid.
So, maybe she can work in a recycling center recycling the aluminum cans she puts into her hair.
People like good music. They don't care if you wear veils around your face and dress up like some cartoon character.
(Editor's Note: Word. But still: how's she selling so many albums? What are people buying?)
Finally, how can I ever thank you for the support?
Let me harmonize with you on any song of your choosing (that's your song) when you play Memphis July 28. Deal???
Done deal! See you then.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Song of the Week: Gin Blossoms "My Car"
This week's premise is simple: I miss driving. I miss my car. Thankfully, I'll be reunited with the open road this summer--I'm touring in July!In hot anticipation of that reunion, this week's song is all about the car. No frills, no analysis, no insight--just a celebration of my first love.
Song of the Week: Gin Blossoms, "My Car"
Few bands have captured the combined tedium and magic of driving better than the Gin Blossoms. So many of their songs feature driving--usually on familiar roads, "lost in my home town," etc. These songs are about chasing former flames, good memories, and bad ideas. Call me nostalgic, but I can relate.
Some more songs about cars and driving:
Big Star, "Back of a Car"
Along for a ride that's going nowhere fast. Again. The drums tell the story.
Pearl Jam, "MFC"
Mini-fast car. Eddie's description: "Obviously, it's in a car and you're getting the fuck out of a problem." A Pantheon driving song that's actually about driving.
Ike Turner, "Rocket 88"
Some historians call this the first rock n' roll song. And it wasn't about a girl.
Kings of Leon, "Camaro" (Bonus: Secret Service, "Camaro")A girl's trying to look cool. It's working.
Beatles, "Drive My Car"
Paul as a lovelorn chauffeur.
Tom Waits, "Ol' 55"
Defines "bleary-eyed highway ballad."
New Amsterdams, "Asleep At the Wheel"
Running late, knowing you'll never make it, and enjoying that fact.
Counting Crows, "St. Robinson and His Cadillac Dream"
About dreams, faded glory, old cars, and what's around the bend. That about cover it?
What are some more? What are your favorites? Anyone have a link to the Secret Service's "Camaro"? Add to the list!
Til next time...drive safe!
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Songs for December
December: the twilight of the year, autumn's dead end, winter's gorgeous prologue, and a season unto itself. It's chilly but warm, wintry yet inviting. In December, the weird rainy autumn of November dissolves, but all of its heady magic amplifies; it should be a time to wind down, but winds itself up instead.
Because December's the last month, it's also the climactic month. You unconsciously tally the year's successes and failures, crunch those heartening numbers, and start a final, mad, lovelorn bumrush at making four weeks count. It's as though your loves, or losses, or your life might expire with each year's final breath. It's closing time. The clock's ticking.
Rather than the bleak, cold, emotionally desolate realities of winter, December's brings polar opposite. You don't just want to make things count; you want to make them right. You want to finish strong. Your heart swells like the Grinch. You have a newfound appreciation for Lifehouse. You can't stop watching Love Actually. It's cliched to the point of Hallmark cards, but it's true: the holiday season is a season of giving. People embrace each other--literally (as November's FOM dubbed it the "Snuggle Belt"), and figuratively (glad tidings, good will toward men, etc.)--without fear of reproach or rejection.
So here, now, are 31 songs for closing time. Songs that sound like the last winded sprint toward the finish line. Songs that sound like a hopeful end and a brave new beginning. Songs that sound like a trumpet's clarion call or a sax's rainy lament. These are songs that go all-in, for better, for worse, and for the best.
They are 31 Songs for December!
(Plus the Random iTunes Pick)
Be sure to tell me your Songs for December in the comments section...
Green Day, "See the Light"
The sequel to "21st Century Breakdown," it's the album's final chapter, and marks the beginning of the end. It rhymes nicely with my Songs for October, which begins with "21st Century Breakdown," its companion piece. Here, the song is properly sped up, the lyrics more hopeful but more urgent. It fades out into a great unknown, ready for anything.
The Killers, "Losing Touch"Multiple December themes at work here:
1) Going home, and ensuing headiness.
2) Reaching a tipping point in relationship.
3) Needing resolution, one way or another.
Bonus points for two musical traits I associate with the month: horns, metallic percussion (triangle/bell sounds), and keys.
The Thrills, "One Horse Town"
Though the album (So Much For the City) resides in spring/summer, I discovered it in December 2006. So, I always associate the rhythmic hustle and bustle and melodic warmth of "One Horse Town" with a Christmastime homecoming. Lyrically, it also describes those homecomings aptly.
Bob Dylan, "It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry"
So much middle-60's Dylan has a wintry quality to it--something about the key-driven, starkly percussive production, matched with his cold-weather imagery, set that scene either explicitly or implicitly. "It Takes a Lot to Laugh..." has always been my favorite of those piano-led blues shuffles, and it takes place as "wintertime is coming." Its mood is lyrically wistful, but musically upbeat; it's the perfect combo for the month.
Otis Redding, "That's How Strong My Love Is"
Some artists, or even albums, are just made for a certain season. Phantom Planet is a summertime band. The Beach Boys are a summertime band. The Counting Crows Hard Candy should've been titled This Is What October Sounds Like, And Deal With It. And there is no artist I listen to more in December--every December--than Otis Redding. Part of it's the sound (e.g. aforementioned horns). Part of it's the mood. Part of it's his approach to the songs themselves: even the sad love songs are still generous of spirit. They're down, but they're not out. And the cheerful love songs enact the joy of having loved ones to share the holidays with.
Whiskeytown, "The Ballad of Carol Lynn"
This song sounds like one long, sustained, doubtful sigh. It tries to put something unresolved into perspective; you can practically hear the two people exhaling after a big fight. If this isn't Whiskeytown's best, it's certainly one of their prettiest.
Beatles, "Norwegian Wood"
And the trials and turmoils of our autumn relationships continue. Maybe it's the girl depicted, maybe it's the story in full, or maybe it's the strange and stark production, but this song just sounds cold, and not in a good way. Not everything can be "snuggly" in December.
Bumpercrop, "Sinking Stone"
Bumpercrop wins the award for "biggest gap between a band's notoriety and the number of times they're mentioned in my Monthly Playlist." Still, I had to include "Sinking Stone." It was my introduction to Bumpercrop in November of 2002, and I listened to it on multiple trips home from school that December. For a mid-tempo song with little changes or dynamism, it's never dull, and always gorgeous.
Avett Brothers, "Laundry Room"Ah, there are those keys again. And there's that homecoming imagery again. And there's that lyric: "tonight I'll burn the lyrics/cause every chorus was your name." Uh...busted.
Stereophonics, "Lying to Myself Again"
To really do December right, you've gotta take one long, hard, merciless look in the mirror. Then, start moving.
Wallflowers, "Invisible City"
For reasons I can't define and certainly can't explain (there is no tangible link here, just trust me), this song reminds me of "Silver Bells." If "Silver Bells" had a non-holiday-related, morose, evil step-cousin. Let's move on.
REM, "Electrolite"
I could write all day (and nearly have in the past) about how REM manages to speak some unreal, intangible language of the soul...but I won't now. Suffice it to say that "Electrolite" is everything a great December song should be: intimate, superficially mellow yet full of weird chemical intensity, piano-laden, generous, unabashed, honest, and cheerfully vulnerable.
Augustana, "Twenty Years"
You heard me. They wrote something after "Boston," and guess what: it's really probably maybe not bad at all. Not even a little. It's full of piano-powerchord-operatics and anthemic orchestral swells and totally-menial-yet-strangely-affecting lyrics. Don't ask me why a line like "fall asleep with the TV, darling" would matter this much. It just does; in December, everything matters this much.
Coldplay, "Fix You"
And just when you thought it couldn't get any more piano-laden or anthemic, welcome to Coldplay's four-part harmony and gorgeous otherworld, where lovers can just love each other, man, perpetually walk the streets just seriously, soul-crushingly, loving each other, pining for better days with the innocent and earnest hearts of newborn babes, all while the soft and symbolic rainfall of a Hemingway novel punctuates the scene. This isn't Coldplay on a good day--this is Coldplay on their best day. It's gorgeous, and disarming, and undeniably powerful.
Craig Armstrong, "Glasgow Love Theme"
Like November before, the middle of December gets an instrumental that wordlessly says it all. This piece from the Love Actually soundtrack calms the story, lends "peace on earth" to this piece of musical earth. It sets the stage for a turning point, a homecoming, the last gasp, and--maybe--a happy ending.
Band of Horses, "Is There a Ghost"
Maybe it's the cold, haunting production. Maybe it's the orchestral power of the song's latter half. Maybe it's the fact that I listened to this album a lot last December. Maybe it's just pretty. Anyway, it sets me moving.
Beach Boys, "God Only Knows"And the Love Actually soundtrack has its second credit! An amazingly generous song that both gives everything to its subject and gives no credit to its narrator. It's intensely vulnerable, honest, and winning; the sound of a man who barely trusts himself, but trusts love so much that he's fearless.
Delta Spirit, "Strange Vine"
Re: keys.
(Side Note: I know I'm incredibly late to this part, but I got Ode to Sunshine a month ago and have really enjoyed it. This will probably sound insane, but it sounds like Phantom Planet and the Avett Brothers' lovechild to me. In all the right ways.)
Raconteurs, "Intimate Secretary"
Personal memories attached to this one, involving me, my car, Belle Meade Christmas decorations, and Kroger. Sort that out.
Lucero, "Goodbye Again"
Chalk this up as reason #2,081 why 1372 Overton Park is Lucero's best album yet: they channel Otis Redding. "Goodbye Again" is a nod to a different strain of pop songwriting; from the square, slow backbeat to the horn arrangement, to the way the chord progression provides space for the musicians to fill or leave empty. Ben's lyric and vocal might be Lucero, but everything else pays a beautiful homage to a Memphis original.
Wilco, "Was I In Your Dreams"
In terms of arrangement, this is the Wilco version of Lucero's departure: a slow, boozy, cocksure, barroom shuffle. From the jazzy piano and organ trills to the light horn accents, everything about this song musically sets the scene of a man walking home from a Christmas party at 2AM. He's telling himself what he needs to tell himself, and he feels good even though he shouldn't. He's alone, but he's cool with it.
Dr. Dog, "100 Years"
As we march toward one year's end, we look forward to looking back.
Pawtuckets, "Broken Heart"
Usually, December's a time for cheer, festiveness, time with loved ones, and happy endings. Sometimes, all that seasonal love can turn sour. If it does (and I hope it doesn't), this is what it sounds like, and this is what you should listen to. "Broken Heart" won't cheer you up, but it'll give you company when you're down.
Cory Branan, "Darken My Door"
One of my all-time favorites from Branan's unreleased catalog, "Darken My Door" is an incredibly intimate song about physical distance. Even when our narrator's alone, the girl stays with him, and in the song. It's a gorgeous, simple melody, an impeccable lyric, and its vulnerability makes it at home in December.
Lyle Lovett, "Christmas Morning"
Layup!
The Temptations, "I Wish It Would Rain"
In classic Motown fashion, "I Wish It Would Rain" makes a lament sound like a celebration. To me, that's true for this month: even the bad times aren't that bad. There's too much to celebrate, too much to enjoy, too much good out there. Even if you have a bad day, you can glide above it.
(Side Note: Yes, I realize this song lyrically does the opposite: tries to make a positive into a negative. But musically, it does the opposite. Hence, multi-dimensionality. The lesson, as always: Motown was good.)
Pearl Jam, "Low Light"
True story: when Yield came out, I was still playing catch-up as a Pearl Jam fan. That Christmas (98?), my brother and his friend were making some mixes to enjoy while driving around back home. They had written the tracklists, but those sheets had many changes and edits. For the purposes of cleaning up/consolidation, they wanted to type the track lists. I volunteered, because I was a humanitarian in 1998. Anyway, "Low Light" was on the tracklist. Because of sloppy hand-writing--and my Pearl Jam ignorance at the time--I typed, "Pearl Jam - Cow Light." And then was ridiculed mercilessly. For volunteering to type their tracklists.
So, this song (a Top 10 Pearl Jam Favorite of mine) always reminds me of 1) December and 2) cows. The mind is a wonderful thing.
Counting Crows, "Long December"Layup! This song lives in December, but it also aligns with December in terms of personal connections. During the same time (98-99ish) as the "Cow Light" debacle, my brother's friends would come home from college and often hang out at our house. They'd stay up almost all night catching up, trading stories from school, and generally being relentlessly cool. Meanwhile, I had reached an age/level of acceptability that I was allowed to hang out. There was always music in the background--usually mixes or favorites people brought over--and one night Recovering the Satellites must've played 6 times consecutively.
And I'm fourteen, and I'm getting this intense, fly-on-the-wall education about my brother, and his friends, and College Things, and all coolness therein, and what it looks like when older kids like each other, and what it looks like when college girls flirt, and there's this never-ending avalanche of great pop music I've never heard before, and Recovering the Satellites cycles until the last car leaves at 5am and I'm still listening an hour later, by myself in the den, too wired to sleep...and then there's "Long December" again while this new sun comes up...and what I'm trying to say is this: that was a great night.
Sam & Dave, "Bring It On Home To Me"
This song is so pitch-perfect--so effortlessly winning and cheerful and warm--and its arrangement so in-line with the aforementioned December mood (keys, horns, etc.), it's destined to close a holiday-season rom-com with Sarah Jessica Parker, backing a final "party" montage of white people hugging each other and dancing uninhibitedly while wool and knowing glances abound. And when that happens, you think I'll be sad. But I won't. I will see that movie, twice, and I will love that montage, and I will nod my head and chuckle to myself like a crazy person. Because it's December, man.
Rolling Stones, "Shine a Light"
I think I've picked a song from Exile for most months of the year, so why not include its closer for December? Not much more to add, other than to point out the "light" motif running through this playlist. From Green Day to the Stones, I'm intertwining some serious imagery. Didn't think I was working on that level, did you?
My Morning Jacket, "It Makes No Difference"The Band's original would give us an unhappy ending, but I prefer (and picked) MMJ's cover for this reason: it breaks free. While the lyrics are trapped in a state of unresolved heartache and turmoil, the music tells a different story. It pushes itself forward, explodes, and plows ahead with certainty, then some degree of contentment, then something like jubilation. While the Band's harmonies were mournful, MMJ's sound sunny and triumphant. In the song's climactic moment (the bridge's transition into the final chorus), the band drops out, only to be signaled by James's defiant final vocal for a last charge. The trading guitar and sax solos create a perfect dialogue, equal parts anguished and cheerful. It's a bittersweet and ambivalent song, to be sure, but it's also winning. It puts up a fight, and it's ready for more. It's proof that the right sad song can make you feel infinitely better than a happy one.
And the iTunes Random Pick for December is...
The Band, "Katie's Been Gone"
Oh, sweet irony.
What are your Songs for December? Hit up the comments and let me know.
Oh, and keep a lookout. I'm to do a special list later in the month: Songs for Christmas!
Until then,
CM
Monday, November 02, 2009
Songs for November
(***BONUS NOTE! Now just click here to hear the whole playlist. Thanks, Michael!)About the same number of Americans are born every month. It's true, I read it somewhere. The exceptions to the rule are August and September, which have slightly higher birth-rates than the other months. There's not a spike in the chart, but there is a bump.
Why are (a few) more Americans born in August in September than the other months? Why do we have more Leo's than any other sign? And why, dear God, am I telling you any of this?
Because if you're born in August-September, you were probably conceived in November-December (assuming you're human). More specifically, if you were conceived November 15, your due date was approximately August 15. What I'm about to say might make some of you uncomfortable, but you'll have to deal with it: November-December, evidently, is baby-making season. And if you were born in August-September, your parents fell victim to its snuggly charms. In a big, big way. Think about that.
There is something in the air in November. It's not fall's best month (September), and it's not fall's prettiest month (October), and it's not The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (December). The weather's worse than you remember (way more rain), and the leaves don't fall at the rate you expect (usually all-to-nothing, which can be jarring). It features a major holiday, but that holiday has no gifts and showcases food-you-don't-eat-any-other-time. November's lacking some typical fallish delights, but it's got something else:
Mojo. I noticed it first in college, long after my brother had warned me: November (and into December) is the time when stuff goes down. Relationships start, relationships get serious, relationships get turbulent, relationships end. These things can start, or finish, or become anything in between--one way or another, It Happens in November. And if It doesn't, the scene is set for a truly frightening and heady December. Don't believe me?
Think about all your past relationships. Think about their chronology. Now, think about how often you consider your exes. How often you wonder what they're doing. How often you think about calling them just to see. I will bet you $9 and a cardigan that number rises in November. I know mine does.
What is it? Is it the first rush of cold weather? The fear of winter and the anxiety of spending five months indoors by yourself? The fact that people look good in sweaters? The holiday season, and heart-warming activities therein? Does the cider go to our heads? All of the above?
Some months are great on paper, but November's great because of its intangibles. It's a strange and magical time of year, and it works in mysterious ways. It's a time when people get together, or think about getting together, or drive circles at midnight obsessing about getting together. It's a time when all experience seems amplified, all feelings heightened. The emotional stakes are raised. It's the beginning of the end of the year, and it's fall's tipping point.
Now, thirty songs that typify its mysterious mojo...
30 Songs for November!
(Oh, and as always, there's the iTunes' Randomly Selected Pick.)
Counting Crows, "Hard Candy"A lyrical layup ("On certain Sundays in November..."), but concrete proof that the Counting Crows can enact the sound of a season as well as anyone. This song is quintessential fall.
Ryan Adams, "Gimme a Sign"
As much fun as fall is, there's an end-game to the festivities. This song marks the turning point from October (inconsequential fun) to November (needing more).
Magpies, "Cobblestone Road"
An Americana outfit I discovered a while back, the Magpies have a catalog full of rootsy, Band-inspired, harmony-laden, rollicking songs. "Cobblestone Road" is my favorite--all some songs need is a wide open space, and breathing room.
Monsters of Folk, "Say Please"
Desire. Supplication. Acoustic guitars.
Josh Ritter, "Good Man"
One ongoing theme of this list--and every November relationship--is the conflict between what you should do and what you are doing. Josh Ritter sets the right example.
Teenage Fanclub, "Falling Leaves"
Layup!
My Morning Jacket, "Just Because I Do"The flip side of "Good Man's" coin. It's not My Morning Jacket's best song, but it might be their most fun, and one of those wonderful times Jim James says exactly what he's thinking. This song makes sense, even when it doesn't make sense.
Wallflowers, "Sleepwalker"
"Educated virgin" is one of my favorite lyrical moments from the 90's. The song's minor-major battle plays out the way November usually does: a constant push and pull with a bittersweet ending.
REM, "Half a World Away"
Who hasn't been here? REM take the singularly painful experience of feeling detached, alone, and heartbroken, and make that feeling universal. By singing about loneliness, Michael Stipe shows us that nobody's truly alone.
Pearl Jam, "Just Breathe"
Eddie Vedder, via Faith Hill.
Big Star, "I'm In Love With a Girl"
That thrilling, silent, terrifying realization that she's gotten to you. Again. And you never stood a chance.
Black Keys, "All You Ever Wanted"
The next realization, and a haunting reminder to to "be careful what you wish for."
White Stripes, "You've Got Her In Your Pocket"
By November, we've replaced the harmless dalliances with something more consequential, and more troubling. Even when a relationship involves less, it means more. Suddenly, everything matters.
Uncle Tupelo, "Atomic Power"
In 2004, I made a fall mix to commemorate that semester at school. The mix was split into two halves, with "You've Got Her In Your Pocket" ending the first half, and "Atomic Power" starting the second. Something about that pairing always stuck with me, the way Uncle Tupelo's instrumental wordlessly communicates everything the rest of the mix wants to say. It's a departure, a turning point, the moment when everything that came before suddenly isn't enough. There's something in that repeated acoustic phrase, something about the bent notes and the steady pace beneath it. It's the sound of needing more, and searching for it.
Loretta Lynn and Jack White, "Portland, Oregon"
And sometimes that search includes Oregon, sloe gin fizz, Loretta Lynn, and a corner booth.
Kings of Leon, "Fans"
This song is a wide open, acoustic-driven, backbeat-fueled, soaring, sustained, Petty-infused pop rock tune that should be titled "The Highway, And Why You Love It," or "Cruise Control" or "Roll Down Your Window and Roll Up the Rock" or something equally ridiculous and appropriate. I don't have a clue what this song has to do with "Fans"; that's for a better linguist to decipher. I put the song here because of what it is, not what it says it is.
Simon & Garfunkel, "Leave That Are Green"
Layup! Also, something in that baroque arrangement sounds wintry to me--it makes a smooth transition as we head toward December.
Ryan Adams, "Tears of Gold"
What is November without images of home?
Band of Horses, "Marry Song"
Ditto.
Coldplay, "Trouble"1) Personal ties to this one.
2) Yeah, you heard me.
3) I think this is a legitimately good song.
4) That gorgeous piano melody, the somber musical imagery, the stark lyricism...this is what Adam Duritz' bothersome November weather (in "Hard Candy") actually sounds like.
Avett Brothers, "Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise"
By late November, we're building momentum, and well-past the point of self-delusion. Also, bonus points for any songs with keys--they connote the holiday season to me.
Jimmy Eat World, "Crimson and Clover"
Jam right. I'm bringing out the JEW, and they're singing a round, and everyone on the home stretch will have to deal with it.
Creedence Clearwater Revival, "Someday Never Comes"
One of my favorite John Fogerty melodies, and lyrically appropriate.
Bob Dylan, "4th Time Around"
Many Dylan songs explore semi-relationships: the thing that happens when two people are holding back and can't make it work. Many Dylan songs have an entirely "wintry" arrangement, from the bright acoustics, to the light keys, to the spare, haunting rhythm section. "4th Time Around" brings both to the table, and tells the story perfectly as we inch toward December.
Scott Miller, "Loving That Girl"
Dylan's "4th Time Around" scene revisited, now a day, or a week, or years later. Sometimes, November's too much.
Ben Nichols, "Toadvine"
You knew Ben Nichols was coming. But wait...
Lucero, "Nights Like These"
...There's more. Remember at the beginning, when I described "driving circles at midnight obsessing about getting together"? That's Lucero's genre: "Music to play in your car at midnight while you obsess about a relationship, with nobody to talk to, and nowhere to go." This is a gorgeous song, and my all-time favorite by Lucero, and it enacts a breaking point.
(Side note: "She had a weakness for writers and I--I was never that good at the words, anyways" is the moment I fell in love with Lucero. This was the first Lucero song I heard. When that line came--at the song's climax, breaking into the instrumental section--I had a new favorite band. Seven years later, it still hits home.)
Wilco, "Someday Soon"
Alt-country arrangements sound like a homecoming to me, which is exactly what late November brings. "Someday Soon" is Tweedy's version of Tom Petty's final sentiment; it's optimistic, but less certain.
Tom Petty, "It'll All Work Out"Petty tells a story with simultaneous intimacy and distance: you can never fully tell if he's singing about a faraway past or an immediate one. There's wisdom in the detachment, but there's pain in the closeness. When he sings the chorus, he's halfway convincing. And that's really all anyone needs by November's end: an easy, hopeful, pretty refrain they can sing and even believe. After all, the story's not over.
iTunes' Bonus Random Pick!
"Making Believe" - Emmylou Harris.
Alright, iTunes, way to pull out the Emmylou trump card. Now you're not even playing fair...
What about you? Are you an August baby? Is November the start of Something for you? Did you call an ex last night? And, most of all... What are your songs for November? Hit up the comments and let me know!
That's the way it goes,
CM
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Songs for October
Last spring, I ranked September #1 because it's both the thing itself and the anticipation of something greater; it's a consequence-free environment. You anticipate leaves changing. You track the cooler mornings. You wait for earlier nights. You settle in, meet up, and start the sprint. September's a furious opening act.But October's the show. The leaves change, the nights come quickly, sweaters come out, mornings get brisk, Octoberfest lines the beer shelves. Every storyline from September's mad dash now has consequences. The plot thickens, the air thins.
If you love fall (and I do), then you live for October (and I d0).
Here now are 31 songs about change, songs written from the thick of it, songs golden then black, bright then fading, songs that sound like a skyline sunset and a world on fire. Here now:
31 Songs for October!
***Now with Clickable Playlist. Thanks Michael!
(Plus, iTunes' random pick.)
(Don't forget to comment and tell me your Songs for October.)
Green Day, "21st Century Breakdown"
The title track to the record because it sounds like the beginning and the end.
Band of Horses, "Islands on the Coast"I'll be honest: I don't think Band of Horses are spectacular. I'm not sure they're great. But they do this very, very well.
Dropkick Murphys, "I'm Shipping Up to Boston"
What I imagine playoff season in New England sounds like...especially if Boston loses.
The Strokes, "Last Nite"
Consequences.
Teenage Fanclub, "About You"
Sometimes a band writes from a place nearing self-parody. Kings of Leon's anticipated single being "Sex on Fire." Bono singing about Jesus complexes. And Teenage Fanclub saying, "screw it, let's start every song with a ton of jangly guitars and layered harmonies and figure it out from there." Sometimes, you gotta double down.
Simon & Garfunkel, "Cecilia"
Consequences.
REM, "Me in Honey"
One of Stipes' strongest vocals, and one of his most honest lyrics. That's saying something.
Lucero, "San Francisco"
I pick this one with a caveat: their new record comes out October 6. It's possible 1372 Overton Park becomes my actual October Playlist.
Death Cab for Cutie, "No Sunlight"
Bright melody about fading innocence, complete with sunset imagery. It's a shoe-in.
The New Pornographers, "All the Old Showstoppers"It sounds like October, and I have no clue why.
Belle & Sebastian, "If She Wants Me"
Consequences. Bonus points: rage has never been sung so sweetly.
Fountains of Wayne, "No Better Place"
Somehow, Fountains of Wayne have gone from "forgettable one-hit wonder" to "goofy popsters" to "sleeper favorite band" in a matter of months. They didn't change; I did.
My Morning Jacket, "Lay Low"
The song's beginning sounds like the start of a good night; its remarkable outtro sounds like the end of a bad night.
Daniel Johnston, "Devil Town"
I'd love to tell you I'm cool enough to know Daniel Johnston's entire catalog. I actually heard Bright Eyes' cover on Friday Night Lights. So, um, yeah.
Bob Dylan, "When the Ship Comes In"
He's singing about a day in the future, but he knows it's already come.
The Byrds, "Turn! Turn! Turn!"If someone asked me what the quintessential sound of October is, I would say "jangly guitars, sun-kissed vocals, some cascading guitar melody, flat-wound bass, light percussion, and thick harmony, and lyrics about change." I would then point them to three songs. This is the first.
Bruce Springsteen, "The Rising"
Bruce is almost always good, and smart, and earnest, and goofy. Here, he's just good, and smart, and earnest.
Tom Petty, "Waiting Is the Hardest Part"
Ah, more great songs by aging goofball legends! If you said I could only take artist's catalog for the entire fall, I would take Petty without thinking. He's got a monopoly.
Led Zeppelin, "Ramble On"
Layup!
Bright Eyes, "Four Winds"
It's the fiddle. Something about fiddle feels autumnal to me. Savor the flavor, Bright Eyes fans.
Son Volt, "Drown"
Serious consequences can still sound cheery.
Pearl Jam, "Breath"
Specific memories here--let's move on!
Kings of Leon, "Notion"This is #2 on the aforementioned list (The Byrds' "Turn!" being #1). It might not be an amazing song, but it's an amazing sound. Grandeur, excitement, sadness, joy--it's all there.
David Gray, "Babylon"
Very much in the spirit of the season.
Counting Crows, "Butterfly in Reverse"
Specific memories attached to this one, and the whole production of Hard Candy feels autumnal to me. I always thought this song could've been written for a Disney flick, played in the background while wolfcubs frolicked. Cinematic and light-hearted.
Ryan Adams, "Cannonball Days"
Eight years later: where did this lyric come from? Jiminy. Without fall imagery, its story feels like October, helped by the acoustic-plus-organ arrangement.
Bumpercrop, "Burn Everything"
At some point, you have to slow down.
Wilco, "What Light"
If Sky Blue Sky sounds like a very sad fall, this is the hopeful exception to the rule.
Pawtuckets, "Old Fashioned Way"
It sounds like the last sunset of the year.
And here's #3. Two songs inspired me to start Milam's Monthly Playlist:
1) REM's "Nightswimming" (August) and
2) Gin Blossoms' "Til I Hear It From You" (October)
This isn't my favorite song of all-time, although I love it. It's not the best song of all-time, though it's remarkable. It's not the prettiest song in history, though it has to be close. But this song, more than any other, puts me back in a specific time and place so easily, so powerfully, so consistently, it's almost hard to hear.
They say music, at its best, communicates something intangible, that some combination of sounds can transcend their parts and speak the language of our soul. It's a language we don't speak but instinctively understand. It can take you somewhere, and you don't know why, and you don't know how. You're in one place and your heart is immediately transported. It's why I love music, and it's why I love this song.
Alison Krauss & Gillian Welch, "I'll Fly Away"
Maybe it's memories of going home for Thanksgiving or traveling for fall break. Maybe it's the drives on football weekends through the mountains in East Tennessee. But something about subdued Americana has always felt like late fall to me. This song caps off one stage of fall and introduces the next. We're always moving.
And the iTunes Randomized Bonus Pick is...
Bruce Springsteen, "Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out"
Ah, Goofy Bruce--we meet again!
What are your Songs for October? Hit up the comments and let me know!
Take advice from fools,
CM
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Songs for September
It's the month I've been waiting for. It's the month I really want when I need warm weather in March. It's summer's kept promise, it's the payoff for August, it's the end of the dog days and the beginning of fall. It's the month so good, I ranked it #1. Here's what I said at the time:
"If March is the worst of both worlds, September's the best: it begins with the lingering heat of summer, it ends with the slowly-falling temperatures of fall. It has all the remaining energy of summer but the renewed exuberance of a new school year, a new football season, a new everything. September's the time when things start to happen, the payoff from the overlong waiting game of summer, the beginning of the end of the year. I swear (in Nashville anyway), you can feel the energy pick up September 1st. And while it's got all the perks of fall (weather, football, girls looking their best, amped-up music releases, etc.), it's got the bonus of being first. As it's happening, you can still look forward to the next months and all implied greatness therein. There is no downside to September.
Unless you're a UT fan. In which case your season's probably over by Week 3."
I wrote that in April, when fall seemed as far away as the Olympics. Now I'm writing from Hillsboro Village, on August 26, and the sun's going down, and it's the end of a cloudless day, but it feels like dawn.
Now, thirty songs about possibility, promise, expectant energy, fire, vitriol, fervor, and the last great payoff. Thirty songs about new storylines, new loves, heightened senses, a fresh, better, more memorable season. Thirty songs about the months you'll want to revisit next winter, and five winters from now, the songs you've been waiting for.
Thirty Songs for September!
(Plus the one iTunes Random Pick.)
Sacred Harp Singers, "Idumea"
Like this song, there's something intangible about the eve of fall--it swells up, and bowls you over.
Paul Simon, "Boy in the Bubble"
It sets the stage as well as any.
Josh Ritter, "To the Dogs or Whoever"
And we're off. September is so all-encompassing and jam-packed it's in constant danger of derailing. Then a familiar refrain takes shape, renews its structure, and it races on.
The Hold Steady, "Stuck Between Stations"
I'm a pop music fan. I need a melody. I need a singer. But sometimes, the Hold Steady are so good, so undeniably powerful, I don't need the melody. The band says it all.
Cory Branan, "Miss Ferguson"
From the band who says it all to the man who does. Arguably Branan's most famous song, "Miss Ferguson" is Episode 1 of a new old story. It's the opening chapter of a season-long relationship. Like the two people involved, the song is incapable of holding back.
Counting Crows, "Angels of the Silences"
Remember when the Counting Crows could do this?
Gin Blossoms, "Lost Horizons"
The first of many Gin Blossoms appearances this fall. Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe this is entirely related to my own history with the Gin Blossoms, but no other band from the 90's feels more entrenched in the fall. Their entire catalog feels like the offspring of Zeus and a gold leaf.
Scott Miller, "Goddamn the Sun"
A jaw-droppingly tight vignette from another fall favorite. The song borrows equally from REM and John Donne, is beautiful, and forceful, and inspired. "My window creeps across my wall" alone merits inclusion.
North MS All-Stars, "Drinking Muddy Water"The third song you want to hear on Gameday.
Wilco, "Kingpin"
Usually, if Jeff Tweedy allows himself a moment of pride or confidence, it's undermined by irony, sadness, or general pessimism. "Kingpin" is a noteworthy exception, and better for it.
Band of Horses, "The General Specific"
Find a quiet road, find a cool breeze, roll down the windows, hit play.
Ryan Adams, "Firecracker"
Something about the harmonica has always felt autumnal to me, so "Firecracker" gets bonus points. But really, it's the song's tone that does it: even when it's desirous, it's at ease. It's comfortable. It's happy. It can take or leave her. It convincingly saves the angst for later.
Teenage Fanclub, "Ain't That Enough"
My introduction to Teenage Fanclub was hearing this song in my brother's car one September. I never stood a chance.
Old 97's, "Question"
Very specific, very goofy memory attached to this one. Still, it sounds like fall.
Ole Miss Marching Band, "Dixie"
The first song you want to hear on Gameday.
Billy Bragg & Wilco, "Airline to Heaven"
Arguably the best cut from the Mermaid Avenue sessions, this song takes a Guthrie song to an even higher place. It's soaring and infectious and sounds like gold.
Tom Petty, "Free Fallin"Speaking of soaring and infectious and sounds like gold... Some things are cliche for a good reason.
REM, "Radio Song"
If for no other reason than the sheer exuberance during the opening line. For someone so obsessed with the "end of the world," why does Michael Stipe make it sound so good? The song, like the season, is undeterred.
The Wallflowers, "The Difference"
A band entrenched in late fall, "The Difference" is their deceptively sunny exception. It invites complication and races right past it.
Magpies, "Picture Me In a Love Song"
Yes, it's a beautiful song, and yes, its jangly guitars and doo-wop rhythms fit the month. But it's the brilliant piano-work during the outtro that strikes the right, ambivalent chord. A bittersweet song that's much more sweet than bitter.
Lemonheads, "Into Your Arms"A different version of the story told in "Kingpin," but here the sweet-sounding blues is replaced by suspended chords and sunny melodies.
Nirvana, "Son of a Gun"
Heady memories attached to this one. Moving on!
Pearl Jam, "I Am Mine"
I first heard this song in late September, 2001. Pearl Jam had played a benefit shortly after 9/11, and debuted this new song written in its wake. The bootleg quickly made the internet rounds. Even though the song didn't appear on record until the next spring, I'll always associate it with September.
Green Day, "Wake Me Up When September Ends"
Layup!
Kings of Leon, "Slow Night, So Long"
Once the days start getting shorter, and the air gets cooler, this is the sound of the beginning of your night.
Lucero, "What Else Would You Have Me Be"
A song with so much anthemic energy, every second has a thousand possibilities. The song not only enacts that feeling, but celebrates it.
Rolling Stones, "Loving Cup"Only "Like a Rolling Stone" features better key-work to start a song. Something about the melody--and the performance of the harmonies--feels like fall. It doesn't sound like home; it sounds like coming home.
Pawtuckets, "She's Gone"
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Pawtuckets' Dogsbody Factotum is the best alt-country record you've never heard. My life was forever improved by my introduction to it one August. "She's Gone" was on constant rotation by September. It is, exactly, the sound of lost love at the beginning of the year's end.
Big Star, "September Gurls"
Layup!
My Morning Jacket, "Anytime"
September doesn't ease into any conclusion. It doesn't stop to consider itself in a moment of sober melancholy. It doesn't take a breath. It turns up the volume and dares October to follow.
And the iTunes Random Pick:
White Stripes, "I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself." Hmmm. Aesthetically off, thematically perfect. Touche, Machine. Touche.
What about you? What are your Songs for September? Hit up the comments!
Words only got in the way,
CM
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Friday, March 13, 2009
Rainy Day Music, #1 Through 15
Which is worse, going to a bad party you expected to be bad, or going to a miserable party you expected to be good? Say:1) An office crawfish boil in a parking lot, in August, in Houston. The heat's insane, the conversation's stuffier than the air, everyone's sweating like stuck pigs and looking like hell. But, you know, it's only an hour, and crawfish are tasty.
OR
2) A friend's holiday party, where he promises a bounty of gold, myrrh, unattached women, delicious adult beverages, presents, cheer, merriment, probably a guest appearance by Blitzen, and snuggly fireside chats with aforementioned women and beverages. In reality, the only single woman is his in-law, the gifts exchanged are those of "awkward silences" and "passive aggression" and the adult beverage is, you know, spritzer-inspired.
So, guess which one is the weather in February and which one is March.
Last Friday I basked in the glory of sunshine and daffodils, Bradford pears and joy. Girls in Sundresses were on parade past my house. I played badminton in a meadow with bears and bees alike. I rented a convertible for a day so I could put the top down, drive around the neighborhood, and wash other peoples' cars in slow motion to the tune of Joe Satriani's "Summer Song."
Today, I write you from what can only be described as a "cave of ice and despair," wearing a beige parka and golashes and a frown, wind and freezing rain pelting my iglooroof, a constant rapping that sounds like death itself knocking on my door, thinking only "this must be what Russia feels like," and "pass the gruel," and "do polar bears play badmin--ahh, what's the use?"
In the words of Denny Green..."March, you are what we thought you were!"
All this to say, it's raining water and sadness, so how about a few musical recommendations to suit the horrific weather? Here now, a few of my favorite...
Songs About Rain!
(***NOTE: You can hear the "Songs About Rain" playlist on the right sidebar..enjoy!)
"Stormy Weather," Etta James/Reigning Sound
"Stormy Weather" is something of a standard, covered by everyone from Miss James to cult punk heroes the Reigning Sound. It's a terrificly versatile song, equally convincing as a crooner or as a rocker.
"I Can't Stand the Rain," Albert King
Another oft-covered tune (most famously sampled by Missy Elliot for "Supafly"), Albert King's version is penned-up and punchy, full of frustrated energy and a terrific vocal.
"Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head," Burt Bacharach
If for no other reason than its involvement with Butch Cassidy.
"Red Rain," White Stripes
One of White's most Zeppelin-derivative songs, from the major-minor interplay to the slide guitar to the screeching-t0-a-breaking-point vocal. After "My Doorbell," this might is my favorite track from Get Behind Me Satan. I've included a live performance on the iMeem playlist, since iMeem inexplicably didn't have the album version handy.
"I Wish It Would Rain," Temptations
Not much to say here I haven't said before. Some of the smartest and most effective background vocals I've ever heard.
"Rain," John Lennon
Not the best song John ever wrote, but it sounds like the best song Teenage Fanclub never wrote. Plus sitar. Good enough for me.
"Buckets of Rain," Bob Dylan"Rainy Day Women" and "Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" are less about rain and more about, well, everything else, but "Buckets" is in our wheelhouse. Proof that Dylan does "simple and lovely" as well as he ever did "epic and complex."
"Sit and Listen to the Rain," Whiskeytown
There is a time and a place for a 4-minute song that sounds like a monotonous rainfall. That time is now, that place is here.
"Rainy Day, Dream Away," Jimi Hendrix
Hendrix often tried to approximate the sound of water/rain, most successfully on "May This Be Love?" Here, he goes in the opposite direction with a song that's neither water-logged or dream-like. The result is one of his best.
"Who'll Stop the Rain," Creedence Clearwater Revival
John Fogerty wrote three melodies in his life. This was one of them. It's my favorite.
"Fool in the Rain," Led Zeppelin
Like Hendrix, Zeppelin liked to juxtapose a sad lyric with an upbeat song. "Fool in the Rain" is one of their tightest, most listenable compositions. It feels perfect from its first second to its last. Naturally, it's not listed on iMeem, so the playlist has Zeppelin's "Rain Song" instead.
"Tell It to the Rain," Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons
For all their sentimentality and superficial sheen, some of the goofier oldies sound as real to me as anything. There's a lot of truth beneath the gloss.
"Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain," Willie Nelson
A classic song, but an even better vocal. It's astonishing.
"Raining in Baltimore," Counting Crows
No way, no how was Adam "The Rain King" Duritz not making this list. Since "Rain King" itself already made the Songs for March, the naked gloom and beauty of "Raining in Baltimore" gets the nod.
(Side note: When Augustana's "Boston" came out, I thought, "Hmm, that's pretty much the same song as 'Raining in Baltimore.' It's good, but, uh, it's clearly their rewrite of 'Raining in Baltimore.'" Three months later, "Boston" hit, they were opening for the Counting Crows off Adam Duritz's personal recommendation, and order was restored to the universe.)
"No Rain," Blind Melon
Because at least one song--one song--on this list has to be about the absence of rain, storms, dread, fear, death, and despair.
And, a special bonus....
Wait for it....
"November Rain," by Guns N' Roses
Sans irony.
What are your favorite Songs About Rain?
Ain't no monkey but I know what I like,
CM
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