Sounds of Sanity Part IV
I don't even remember this week. My emotions were like a mixture of alcohol being cooked out of a rum cake or chicken marsala. The hints of liquor or mood are still there, but the buzz, the actual feeling, or meaning has gone. What I am left with, is much like the color of a rum cake or a cooked piece of chicken; pale. I feel a bit numb even writing this. Maybe it's dehydration or maybe it's my own homeostasis and I'm just uncomfortable in being comfortable - or vice versa?
I listened to music this week, but I couldn't tell you what. I couldn't tell you when, except for a few. So this weeks Sounds of Sanity feels almost like an insanity, as I try to pull from memories that already feel faded, or memories that feel foreseen.
It is also to be noted that I took time off from writing this, two weeks, due to pressures from classwork. But now class is over. Now we continue to trudge forward and I hope you continue to leave your thoughts below.
This weeks Picks
- Orphan Of The Storm - Mudcrutch
- Something You Got - B.B King and Koko Taylor version
- Little Sister - Ry Cooder version
- Romeo Is Dead - Peter Wolf
- Don't Stop The Music - The Bay City Rollers
- There Is Something On Your Mind - Big Jay McNeely
- Bad - Billie Ellish version
- Teach Me How to Stay- Stephen Burton
- City Of New Orleans -Arlo Guthrie
- I’m your Captain/ Closer to Home- Grand Funk Railroad
- Bonus Track: Flip, Flop and Fry -Joe Turner
I ain't the kind who gives upbut I'm so tired of rain.Lord, I'm just an orphan of the storm
She'd lived there beforewhen she was using.Now she's standing onthe same old street again
Yeah, that hurricaneit blew her back to HoustonHad to give intoThe devil's howling wind.
Now somewhere down the lineThere Must be SalvationShe thought it through20 years agoBut sin spokea constant invitationIt was in her veinsand wouldn't let her go.
Something you got, babymakes me bring home my pay
It's a song about submitting yourself to your lover. Doing whatever they say, allowing yourself to sacrifice yourself for a temptation or lust that you've been feeling or chasing. Dragging your feet to keep up with your heart rate.
Well, I dated your big sister
And I took her to a show
I went for some candy
Along came Jim Dandy
And they snuck right out of the doorLittle sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you kiss me once or twice
And say it's very nice
And then you run
Little sister, don't you
Do what your big sister does
"Little Sister" was written by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman. It later tells how the protagonist in the song has known this little sister since she was in pigtails and has watch her grown into a woman, now is seeking her out. The song was released in 1961 for Presley. It was an answer to Lavern Baker's "Jim Dandy" from 1956, maybe? Think about. Lavern Baker, "Jim Dandy To The Rescue", rescues the older sister from the date, who in “Little Sister” recognizes it with "Along Came Jim Dandy".
Lavern Baker then released "Hey Memphis" and just take a listen to that song compared to "Little Sister". Memphis, Elvis?
Back to Ry Cooder though. Ry Cooder released his version, a much more soulful rendition, on his 1979 album, Bop til You Drop. The album consists of mainly Rhythm and Blues covers reimagined, peaking No. 62 in Billboard charts, and reaching No. 7 on Australia's Kent Music Report.
A few weeks ago, I was lending albums to a coworker a great friend, Stephen. He's practicing guitar, with that in mind I gave him Bop til You Drop, some Eric Clapton, a B.B King and others. Right now this album is fresh on my mind and missed in my collection as I give it a new temporary vacation at Stephens.
Romeo Is Dead
Yeah, Yeah, Peter Wolf again. I like what I like. Shut up, and continue reading.
This song came on my playlist religiously the past two weeks and I grew to appreciate it. I even posted a video of my feet dangling out of my car window in a Home Depot Parking lot with the song in the background - a friend commented "This is so Lindsey" and it was.
The song, from my reading, is about crushing and being crushed by it.
I use to follow wanting
Wanting being desires. Which writer Will Jennings and Peter Wolf paired with
High lighting the difference between wants and needs.A lot of lovers had me
when they really didn't need me.
The chorus then focuses on the Shakespeare characters Romeo and Juliet. Characters whom are most often thought of when asked about "love". This song is repeats that Romeo is dead and Juliet is dying. We must remember Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy.
Part of a tragedy is spoken in the song with the idea of aging, of time leaving, and "flying". It's about being lost in love and as Romeo and Juliet are an oximoron for love, it's about triumphantly failing at love.
it's a track co-written by Will Jennings and can be found on Wolf's fourth studio album, Long Line.
Don't Stop The Music
We lost Les McKeown during my break from these post. I grew up making fun of the Bay City Rollers until I grew to actually appreciate them. My mom was and still is a crier over them, though her plaid fashion has worn off during the passing years.
In April 2019 I had the chance to see Woody from the band as he played with a few younger, boyband type lookers of todays era, or maybe a past? Slightly Backstreet Boy looking. I remember sitting at The Blue Ocean in Sailsbury, MA with my mom and her friend, experiencing a height of show mania for essentially a cover band. We'll bring Peter Wolf back into this. When I see Peter Wolf, I am not seeing The J. Geils Band. When I am just seeing Woody, I am not seeing The Bay City Rollers. But damn, these women, most whose hair is dyed with some kind of box dye to hide their grey roots, scream and applaud like their carrying fake IDs signifying their youth and younger glories.
This song, "Don't Stop The Music", reminds me a lot of a BeeGees kind of thing, especially the instrumental at the beginning. I almost want to spring into "Jive Talking'". When the lyrics kick in, however, I'm not feeling the Gibb grip.
There are two lenses I view this song in. One the innocent, a boy dancing with a girl and if the music stops they have to part ways. Simply, don't stop the music because I don't want this moment to end. I want to keep dancing all night long. It is stated that the two had just met this night, but he already loves her.
This leads me to the second lens, it's not a middle school dance situation here, no no. They just met tonight as in they just had a close connection, finally. They have known each other, but tonight, right now they are on the same page. This is more figured out in,
I don't ever wanna say goodbye.
I'd never thought
That I could hold her
Though many times I tried
I never thought
I would see that look in her eyes
"Though many times I tried", hunny, if you just met you didn't try very many times, now did ya? That's just an assumption though. Then "That look in her eyes", not so innocent.
The song is on the Bay City Rollers 1975 album, Wouldn't You Like It? It's also the first album for the band that features all songs written by band members. This song was written by Les.
There Is Something On Your Mind
Big Jay McNeely. Ladies and Gentleman, you're welcome. If you don't know. Big Jay McNeely, get to know him. He's a honking saxophonist from Los Angeles, who made himself known through the area for his talents and comfort, in himself it seemed, and providing comfort for listeners. However, McNeely had quit the music seen in the 1960s as rock'n'roll and psychedelics began storming the globe. During this time he became a Postman, which makes me think of Mr. McFeely's Speedy Deliver from Mr. Rogers Neighborhood - just Mr. McNeely. In the 80s, Big Jay returned to music and was inducted into the Rhythm and Blues Hall of Fame.
This song is one that, well, there's no other way to put it, it woos me. I love everything about it, even the end with the humorous, "What are we gonna call this one?" It's the lulling of the saxophone and the crying, dying, crushing
No, no, please don't try to tell me, 'cause I may not understand
The song, I believe is from 1957, but I can't be for sure because there’s not much written on him or the track. What a shame.
Bad (cover)
I've never listened to Billie Ellish, or Michael Jackson. They're both artists I appreciate and can admire for their work and progressions in music history but never plug into. Over the course of my break from this post I had begun talking to a guy, a really sweet and wonderful friend named Dante. He's a big Billie Ellish fan who recommended this cover.
Michael Jackson released the song originally in 1987 on his seventh studio album, Bad. The album would be the last one Jackson would work on with legendary producer and writer, Quincy Jones. It was released after a five year hiatus of putting out albums, which allowed Jackson to come back to the seen without his high pitched vocals and rather enter a world of R&B and pop fusion. The song reached #1 in Billboard charts.
Ellish and her brother Finneas recorded an acoustic version in 2018 on Like A Version, an Australian radio station. The version brings down a much more slowed down and enticing. It's a version that if you didn't know the lyrics you wouldn't have known it was Michael Jackson due to the transformation. Their recording is both a transformation and transportation taking a meaning out of a deep rooted, threat and into something almost seductive- and I'm now using that word a lot.
How I interpret the song though, lyrics itself, structural point of view, I see it as a song about being labeled as something or trying to fit but not and that makes you "bad". Looking at Jackson now, post-structural view, during this time music was getting bolder and more furious, rap was becoming a thing and this is Jackson writing saying he won't change and shouldn't have to. He can be just as bad or hardcore as other sing about themselves. Here's a reminder that I sing pop, good light hearted music, but that doesn't mean I'm good. I'm bad.
Teach me How To Stay
Stephen Burton came into my life at the same time as Ray Bonneville. It was 2018, fall, and I was studying at my second college Northern Essex Community College. I had spent my first year of college at Merrimack, studying Health Sciences in hopes to become some kind of doctor. Occupational therapy was in my peripheral. Then I quickly realized how little passion I had for understanding science and math. I took a gap semester, lived on Cape Cod with Oz my dog and a family of raccoons, and returned to school after a wild bout of depression knocked me off of my feet, but I wouldn't let it paralyze me. At Northern Essex I was talking a research writing Course with a woman named Barb. Her room was on the third floor at 8 a.m. My tired feet, heavy from exhaustion and dragging from depression would limp up these steps every other morning to listen to stories of the Mirabal sisters. I have a distinct memory of listening to this song hiding in the bathroom across the hall to catch my breath. This week, I was swirled with emotions I had never felt before, and usually when something is good I fly. I leave. I ignore it. This song came on as I was sitting in my car, napping to rejuvenate myself for the twelve hour work day a head of me and contemplate on a current situation I want to stay in.
The song is about a protagonist asking their significant other to not allow him to easily leave and give up on them. Saying I may not be able to express it, but this is scaring me but I don't want to leave. Please "Teach Me how To Stay", let’s not give up.
https://open.spotify.com/track/4ZxpEn9SZYl3lr0XOqCRPl?si=8zAOe5qVRNay7E6OMqTm9g
City Of New Orleans
This week a coworker, Ryan and I were talking about music. He has been getting into record collecting and sending me a few links of songs he’s been listening too. I recommended City if New Oreleans to him. We then got into a short discussion of musicians and their children. Arlo being the son of fascist slayer, Woody Guthrie.
The song was originally debuted on Steve Goodman’s debut album in 1971. Goodman wrote the song during a trip to his wife’s family on the Illinois Central Line. It’s a song that’s autobiographical to the trip.
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steam
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
I’m Your Captain/ Closer To Home
Bare with me on this one folks. I relate this song a lot to memories. My first time hearing the song was while I was Dog walking for my favorite neighbor, Bella. She’s is covered in a blonde, wavy coat and is fascinated by sticks, rocks, and drains. The song would come back into my life while I was on a walk and really needed to pee, and the refrain “almost home” was what I was telling myself and bladder. Then the sings reminds me of Pip from Herman Melville’s Moby Dick. It reminds me of his insanity after jumping into the ocean and seeing drifting a swirling, being the innocent little cabin boy to now experiencing how big the world is, the ocean and how little he was.
I can feel the hand of a stranger
And it's tightening around my throat
Heaven help me, heaven help me
Take this stranger from my boatI'm your captain, I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick
Everybody, listen to me
And return me my ship
I’m getting closer to my home
Everybody listen to me
And return me my ship
I'm your captain, I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sickI've been lost now for days uncounted
And it's months since I've seen home
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Or am I all alone?
Some hear "I'm Closer To Home" and the repeated lines of 'Home" fading away but never ending impressions on the mind as being in Vietnam and realizing America is still so far away. However, Mark Farner, song writer and lead signer and guitarist of Grand Funk Railroad, says the refrain came to him in a dream and the song should be interpreted by the listeners own imagination.
Bonus Track;
This is the first Bonus track I have featured on this blog. These are song that either one of my friends or readers introduced me to or told me they had discovered.
This week the track was inspired by my Aunt and number one supporter, whom texted me Friday April 23; "Flip Flop and Fry by Joe Turner.... just heard it for first time. I only knew the Blues Brothers version. I'm dancing at my desk!!!"
So now we talk about Flip, Flop and Fry.
The song very much sounds like "Shake, Rattle, and Roll", another early rock'n'roll song that reached No. 1 in R&B charts for Turner in 1954. "Flip, Flop and Fry" came out a year later, reaching No. 2 in charts.
Elvis Presley is one of the many artist whom lead their vocals to their own version of the song. A song that music critic, Cub Koda (who wrote "Smokin' In The Boys Room" that was recorded by Brownsville Station) said the song sounds like it's composed of left over pieces from "Shake, Rattle, and Roll".
It's a song about being blue and lonely. To ease this pain the protagonist calls up his lover, his girl alluding to the story that his time apart from her makes him want to die and when they're with her, he could die then too- but happily.