Showing posts with label Influences. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 19, 2012

Songs of the Long Walk… “Frank’s Wild Years” by Tom Waits



Live on Letterman...

At least once a week I have a very long walk taking care of one chore or another involving the boys.  Usually these walks seem to land on the grayest and rainiest days of the week.  Wet and cold with too much time to think, I find myself hitting the repeat button on certain songs over and over again.  Each walk seems to find its own theme song.

Frank settled down in the Valley,
and he hung his wild years on a
nail that he drove through his
wife's forehead.

He sold used office furniture out
there on San Fernando Road and
assumed a $30,000 loan at
15 1/4 % and put a down payment
on a little two bedroom place.

His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
Made good bloody-marys, kept her mouth
shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua
named Carlos that had some kind of skin
disease and was totally blind.

They had a thoroughly modern kitchen;
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan.
They were so happy.

One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouth’s.
Drank 'em in the car on his way to the
Shell station; he got a gallon of gas in a can.

Drove home, doused everything in
the house, torched it.
Parked across the street laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red.

Frank put on a top forty station,
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed North.

Never could stand that dog.

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Friday, April 27, 2012

Songs of the Long Walk… “Waiting for the Miracle” by Leonard Cohen

 

At least once a week I have a very long walk taking care of one chore or another involving the boys.  Usually these walks seem to land on the grayest and rainiest days of the week.  Wet and cold with too much time to think, I find myself hitting the repeat button on certain songs over and over again.  Each walk seems to find its own theme song.

Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb

Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Nothing left to do ...

When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Songs of the Long Walk… “Piece by Piece” by Murder By Death

At least once a week I have a very long walk taking care of one chore or another involving the boys.  Usually these walks seem to land on the grayest and rainiest days of the week.  Wet and cold with too much time to think, I find myself hitting the repeat button on certain songs over and over again.  Each walk seems to find its own theme song.

I think the season of the long walk is over.  Arranging life in such a way was tolerable for a while, but heading into the spring and the final couple months of the boys’ school, I just do not have the time or energy.  Still have a few songs left from those walks though.

This is one of them.  Hell, I think this is my theme song for life these days.

Songwriters: Matt Armstrong, Sarah Balliet, Dagan Thogerson, Adam Turla

You wouldn't believe all the things that I've done
You just can't see 'cause you're young
I've paid my dues and I had my fun
You'll have yours too, son
You'll have yours too, son


You wouldn't believe how fast they can take it away
You're walking 'round free and in chains the next day
Time has a way of breaking you down
Piece by piece from your tooth to your claw


Oh, trust me my son
'Cause you're still young


You wouldn't believe all the things that I've seen
The girls I have known and places I've been
But you don't see shit when you look at me


I don't look much different from a vagabond
I know you don't think much of me
But in time, you'll see
In time, my son 'cause you're still young


Don't do what I've done
When I was young


I've got some wisdom
From the time that I've done
But you're still young

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Sunday, April 8, 2012

Songs of the long walk… “Jesus of the Moon” by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

At least once a week I have a very long walk taking care of one chore or another involving the boys.  Usually these walks seem to land on the grayest and rainiest days of the week.  Wet and cold with too much time to think, I find myself hitting the repeat button on certain songs over and over again.  Each walk seems to find its own theme song.

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had to take one of these walks, but this track has been a recurring theme over the winter.

I stepped out of the St. James hotel
And I left you behind curled up like a child
A change is gonna come
And as the door whispered shut
I walked on down the high-windowed hall


You lay sleeping on the unmade bed
The weatherman on the television in the St. James hotel said
That the rains are gonna come
And I stepped out on the streets
All sparkling clean with the early morning dew


Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
You came on like a punch in the heart
Lying there with the light on your hair
Like a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars


Well, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said
And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead
Well, the day is gonna come when we find out
And in some kind of way I take a little comfort from that
Now and then


'Cause people often talk about being scared of change
But for me I'm more afraid of things staying the same
'Cause the game is never won
By standing in any one place
For too long


Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
But there was a chord in you that I could not find to strike
You lying there with all the light in your hair
Like a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars


I see the many girls walking down the empty streets
Maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me
You can't blame anyone for saying hello
I say hey
I say hello… I say hello…


Will it be me or will it be you?
One must stay and one must depart
You lying there in the St. James hotel bed
Like a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the planets and the stars


I say hello... hello... hello...

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Thursday, March 8, 2012

'When My Baby Comes' (SixToes Remix) by Grinderman

Video: 'When My Baby Comes' SixToes Remix | Rolling Stone:

Nick Cave declared that his Grinderman project with Warren Ellis, Martyn Casey and Jim Sclavunos was over last year, but the band's music lives on in the form of remixes on Grinderman 2 RMX, a set featuring new versions of their songs by UNKLE, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs' Nick Zinner and Queens of the Stone Age frontman Joshua Homme. This video for SixToes' remix of "When My Baby Comes" sets the creepy, creaky tune to stunningly grotesque stop-motion animation footage.

Reminds me of this O’Death Video:  http://retroviruslab.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-saw-that-these-guys-are-playing.html

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Songs of the long walk… “3rd Planet” by Modest Mouse

At least once a week I have a very long walk taking care of one chore or another involving the boys.  Usually these walks seem to land on the grayest and rainiest days of the  week.  Wet and cold with too much time to think, I find myself hitting the repeat button on certain songs over and over again.  Each walk seems to find its own theme song.

This was one such song.  I have no idea what it was about this song that spoke to me that day, something in the way the words and music intersected with the weather and mood.  There was no single line in the song that stood out, but looking at the lyrics below, I can see many that would have fit the mood on these long walks.

I’ve been meaning to post these songs for a while but life has been interfering, as usual.

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart/i've got
This thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over.
My boss just quit the job says he's goin out to find blind
Spots and he'll do it.
The 3rd planet is sure that they're being watched by an
Eye in the sky that can't be stopped.
When you get to the promise land your gonna shake that
Eyes hand.
Your heart felt good it was drippin pitch and made of wood.
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me.
Outside naked, shiverin looking blue, from the cold
Sunlight that's reflected off the moon.
Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used
To be three and not just two.
And that's how the world began.
And that's how the world will end.
A 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the
Water, didn't know then was it a son was it a daughter.
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
Around in the water in the oceans in our bodies and
Another had been found another ocean on the planet
Given that our blood is just like the atlantic.
And how.
The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go
Straight long enough you'll end up where you were.
Your heart felt good it was drippin pitch and made of wood.
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me.
Outside naked, shiverin looking blue, from the cold
Sunlight that's reflected off the moon.
Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used
To be three and not just two.
And that's how the world began.
And that's how the world will end.

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Friday, February 10, 2012

What I Am Listening To Now: “Nine While Nine” by The Sisters of Mercy


This was the song stuck in my mind on a long walk through the rain to the little one’s school yesterday…
…and I'm
Looking for a life for me and I'm
Looking for a life for you and I'm
Talking to myself again and it's
So damn cold it's just not true and I'm
Walking through the rain
Trying to hold on waiting for the train and I'm
Only looking for what you want but it's
Lonely here and I think you knew and I'm
And I'm waiting
And I wait in vain
Nine while nine and I'm waiting
For the train.....

 

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Sunday, January 22, 2012

“Show Me the Place” by Leonard Cohen & A lost Leonard Cohen album?

Spotted this on Flavorwire this morning, and it leads to the video above.  

Flavorwire » 5 Potentially Amazing Records the World Will Probably Never Hear:

Leonard Cohen — Songs For Rebecca
This was to be Cohen’s fifth album, recorded with the same producer (John Lissauer) who made New Skin for the Old Ceremony. Apparently only half the record was completed, but the project was eventually shelved in favor of the Phil Spector-produced Death of a Ladies’ Man. Two of the songs from Songs for Rebecca surfaced on that record, and three more on 1979′s Recent Songs, but beyond that, Songs for Rebecca just “evaporated,” in Lissauer’s words. There’s more information in a fascinating interview with the producer (who seems like a lovely guy, and appears very philosophical about the whole thing) here.

It sounds like the actual recordings emerged, though.  When I think of lost albums, I think more of actual recordings that never made it out to see the light of day.  Not planned albums scrapped or ideas that were never completed.

I think I’ll just keep my eyes on the new, completed album, Old Ideas, coming out on the 31st.  Looking forward to that!

 

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Sunday, January 15, 2012

What I Am Listening To Now: “Palaces Of Montezuma” by Grinderman

Bonus... Grinderman on Letterman (Whoda' thunk?)

 

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What I Am Listening To Now: "Redemption Song" performed by Johnny Cash & Joe Strummer

 

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Saturday, November 26, 2011

Alternative meaninglessness…

Just Me… From 2011-11 (Nov)

Blah… Sitting here waiting for my computers to do their thing instead of just beeping at me and freezing…  Need to be doing some real work, but I need those picture files from my dying laptop first!

So, instead, a rant.

On the local “alternative” station, 94.7, a show called “The Bottom Forty” is featuring Peal Jam and U2 tonight…

I know, though I struggle with acceptance, that “alternative” does not mean what it used to mean 20 to 25 years ago.  Still, it bugs me when two of the biggest bands in the world are tagged with that label. 

To me, the word means “non-mainstream.”  Pearl Jam was once there, for a few minutes.  U2 might have spent a few minutes there back in 1980 when Boy first came out. 

Today, I suppose, for most people alternative is a genre (which will never completely make sense to me).  But, not long ago, I glanced around the radio and it started making some sense.

There are hard rock/metal stations, there are Top 40/pop stations (which includes hip-hop and rap), there are country stations (which, let’s face it, is just pretty much rock with southern accents these days)…  There’s oldies stations and adult contemporary stations (slightly less old oldies)…  There’s jazz and classical… There’s latin stations and many others.

But regular current, contemporary rock music?  Not metal, not country rock, just music, essentially, with a guitar as the lead instrument?  Well, that is what they call “Alternative Music” these days, it seems like.  Sure, these bands have top selling albums and they reach the Top 40 charts, but the Top 40 stations are not playing many songs that feature lead guitars these days. 

And about the only rock bands that are not included in the “alternative” tent these days are the hard rock and heavy metal bands; the descendants of the big hair 1980s bands that the original grunge revolution was a  rebellion against.

So all these bands end up on the “alternative” stations, and because of that are thought to play a genre called “Alternative Music.”  At least, that is how it seems to work from my perspective. 

Back in the day, though, to me alternative meant “outside of the mainstream,” with punk, metal, industrial, and, eventually, grunge all being some of many sub-categories.  It meant songs that you would never hear on the radio.  It meant bands that most people had never heard of before. 

It, inherently, could NOT mean Pearl Jam (in 2011) and U2.

Now I am not saying that I wish we could go back to the days before all these great musical genres found widespread, mainstream commercial acceptance.  I am glad people are listening.  It is great music, which I why I was listening to it in the first place.

I just wonder if there isn’t a better label for it.  Like rock, perhaps? That’s what we used to call it back in the olden times.  If the Rolling Stones came out today, they would be considered “alternative.”  So would the Beatles.

One of the ways we ended up here, I know, is because of “alternative” radio stations like 94.7 here in Portland and The End up in Seattle. 

I first heard The End, just after it started, while driving home from the first Lollapalooza. 

Let me describe that experience for a moment…

Nirvana had not hit yet.  Grunge was not a fashion defined by Vogue magazine yet.  Alternative bands were bands you saw in small venues and clubs, not in the big concert halls, and definitely not in arenas or stadiums. 

But then came along Lollapalooza, where a bunch of indie/alternative bands got together and put on a big show, a festival, taking it on the road.  Now, there are plusses and minuses to big shows, of course.  But it was great seeing these “small” bands in a big environment, with the huge crowds and towering light and sound systems.

The best part, though, was that all of us punk, metal, goth/industrial, and grunge misfits finally had a big show of our own.  Thousands of US all gathered in one place at one time.  The BIG cheers for the bands we loved that sounded like cheers in the videos for the BIG bands.  That was a new experience for all of us, a first time thing.  It was a big touring festival of non-mainstream bands for non-mainstream people.  Only the first Lollapalooza was like that, but it was a remarkable thing.

People from The End, which had just gone on the air, were handing out flyers as we were heading back to the car after the show.  We put the station on the radio, and lo and behold here were the bands we all liked to listen to on a real radio station (not one of the little college channels that you could only receive on your tuner if the wind was blowing just right and the barometric pressure was just so).

The End called themselves “alternative” radio.  And they were back then, even by my definition.  They were playing the songs no one else was (not counting those tiny college stations).

It was very cool.  All of it. 

But, when the grunge thing made it big, so did these stations, so did events like Lollapalooza.  Suddenly, the songs these stations were playing actually became Top 40 songs.  Suddenly, middle aged housewives were buying the CDs of those bands and listening to those new “alternative” radio stations.  The second Lollapalooza had a serious infestation of the jocks who were all listening to Warrant and Winger the year before.

“Alternative” didn’t feel very alternative any more.  “He’s the one that likes to sing along” was singing along right next to me.  And punching people in the slam pit and calling it “moshing.”  Asshole.

I guess the final change that happened, though, was where “mainstream” radio and popular music went from there.  Basically, rock died.  R&B, hip hop, crappy pop music, these took over.  Alternative stations that were always throwing a little U2 or R.E.M. (a band that had ceased to be alternative by this time) into the mix were suddenly the only ones playing them.  So, those sorts of bands, more and more, were through of as “alternative” bands.  Or, in R.E.M.’s case, were once again thought of as an alternative band.

And I suppose that really sums it up for me.  Alternative was a state that bands used to be able to graduate from.  And, if they still sounded good, that could be a fun and rewarding experience for the fans who were with them from the early days.  It was a validation of us as much as them.  At the very least, we had fun with the inevitable debates with our more jaded friends about whether the bands had “sold out” or not.

Because of these experiences, “alternative” as a genre has never made a lot of sense to me.  Alternative was a condition, not a sound.  Today, it still is not a sound, but it is a genre.  And that doesn’t make any sense to me.  But it is what it is.

And it is still the music I like.  Sure, I spend more time listening, still, to bands that few people have ever heard of, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t still listen to Pearl Jam or U2 from time to time.  And the show I mentioned, “The Bottom Forty,” does spend a lot of time playing bottom 40 bands.  I’ve heard a lot of great, new music on that show.

Which is why I was a little surprised to see who they were featuring tonight, but I have to live in the world the way it is, not the way I wish it could be.

I may have a functional laptop by now.  If not, I’ll just have to leave those files behind.  It is time to wrap up my work for the day so I can get to bed at a reasonable hour.

Good night!

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