Archive | September, 2009

Song of the Day #62: “The Promised Land,” by Bruce Springsteen

23 Sep

It may be the 62 installment of song of the day but the number that is sticking out in my mind is 60. 60 times Josh is hitting his head next to me attempting to figure out his physics homework. 60 years old, one Bruce Springsteen, has turned today, marking the 44th year of his remarkable music career. (44 including his earliest of music work). So, inspired by Springsteen’s lyrical message to continue overcoming and the subtle optimism he always expresses in his music, let’s focus on a specific song that sticks out in my mind as classic Springsteen, “The Promised Land.”

The Boss

The Boss

“The Promised Land” was released in 1978 on Springsteen’s fourth album Darkness On The Edge of Town, which came right after Born To Run. Obviously, since Born to Run was one of the biggest albums of all time, it was kind of hard to follow it up. Not everyone can do a Dark Side of The Moon to Wish You Were Here, back to back, awesomeness. Well, Springsteen sort of did it. Darkness On The Edge of Town is a solid album with such hits like “Badlands,” in addition to “The Promised Land.”

The Boss in Front of a Closet

The Boss in Front of a Closet

The reason “The Promised Land” is always on my list of top Springsteen hits is because of its hopefulness. When all is bleak, Springsteen sings of his blue collar character who wants to break out of his daily cocoon. In the chorus he screams to the wind, “Mister I ain’t a boy, no I’m a man, and I believe in a promised land.” He blows into the harmonica and slams on the guitar and breaks through with music. Sort of like Bruce Springsteen himself. So, Happy B-day Bruce, keep on living in “The Promised Land”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4n-XdUUrWs&feature=fvw      (“The Promised Land”)

Lyric of the Day #61: Top 100 Lyricists #86

22 Sep
An accurate depiction of Anthony yesterday night

An accurate depiction of Anthony yesterday night

WOW! A lyric of the day! Yes, I know, I have put this on hiatus for a long time but I have been quite busy. I do apologize and tonight I bring back this segment with a great lyricist. Well, before I get into posting I thought I would mention someone with worse luck and much more to complain about than myself. His name is Anthony (Visual Music Man). Anthony somehow managed to get two laptops with mechanical clocks that decided to end within one week of each other. Yes, both of his laptops have broke in the span of one week. One of which maintains his collection of visual musics which he will attempt to remove from the hard drive onto some other computer soon. So, I will officially like to start another cause on the blog. This cause entitled “Get the Visual Music Man a new Laptop or fix one of his old ones.” Proceeds can be sent to Anthony through the internet. Oh wait, how could he get on and receive the money without a computer? Man, don’t computers suck!

From this moment on I would like to announce that the Visual Music section shall be put on a hold for maybe a week or two. Do not worry, I have received a pledge from Anthony that they will be back up as soon as possible, if god is willing.

Now onward to the #86 lyricist of all time. Someone who has managed to remain cloaked, despite releasing over twenty albums and writing numerous hits for other bands. But, he likes this. He has the cult artist status and those who record his songs can go themselves into the spotlight. His name is J.J. Cale (not to be confused with The Velvet Underground’s John Cale) and you may know him as the man behind “Cocaine.”

A Young J.J. Cale

No, not the drug, the song by Eric Clapton. Yes, Josh, who is obsessed with Eric Clapton by the way, is a fan of Mr. Cale and his contribution to the blues community. Cale actually has had such an impact that he is considered one of the main founders of Tulsa Sound, a loose mix of blues, country, rockabilly, jazz, and other fun stuff. He is laid back and that is reflected well in his influential lyric. Hell, his songs have been covered by such iconic names like Eric Clapton and Lynyrd Skynyrd. Yet, he still remains practically unknown. Cale is one of those musicians who is more respected among the music community then most of the public. If you have not heard of him I will include one lyric to display some of Cale’s best work. You will definitely recognize the song, go to yourself, “He wrote this?” and then become big Cale fans. Ready?

“After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang out
After midnight, we’re gonna chug-a-lug and shout
We’re gonna cause talk and suspicion
Give an exhibition
Find out what it is all about
After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang out”

Hey, isn’t that an Eric Clapton song. Yes, but it was written by J.J. Cale. See the ease displayed in the lyric. Listen to Cale’s version which is different but still fantastic. It is the original.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0RPSDEOxTA&feature=related    Here is a cool version of Cale performing “After Midnight”

Buy This!

Buy This!

Lyric #4

22 Sep

Hey everyone,

I hope you all had a good weekend. Matt and Anthony claimed they had a great time at the concert. Yet, Matt came back sick and Anthony was under the weather. So they lied…they had a ridiculous time at the concert. I am fairly confident that many of you will do well with today’s lyric. So… shall we proceed?

“You better stay away from him /he’ll rip your lungs out Jim”

Hint: He’s the hairy handed gent/ that ran amok in Kent

Answer: Werewolves of London, by Warren Zevon

The Mountain Goats Concert Review

21 Sep

John Darnielle

There is something about the heat and closeness of small venues that helps to bring out a musicians performance. When it is dark, sticky, and close to 90 degrees farenheit (a musicians favorite ambiance), people may be paying attention to the music even more in a dire attempt to ignore how hot they really are. The room is filled with 500 people and you are among them in a sea of trickling sweat and potent scents. And, this is not a, “Since we are close let’s now beat the living crap out of everyone around us to show how great the music is” fiesta. This is peaceful, everyone close but happy, like an indoor contained mini-woodstock; love your brother and feel the music. Yes, there is definitely something special when these elements come together and the music is right on. Over the weekend, visual music writer Anthony, our friend Marc (FOO), my brother Andrew, and his two friends, all journeyed into the perplexing labyrinth of Ithaca College in search of a singing goat named John Darnielle. What we found was a brief musical haven of intense feeling and truthfulness.

The Mountain Goats, the odd folk ensamble that comines John Darnielle’s interesting goat-like voice with thought-provoking lyrics, have always been one of those bands that Anthony and I have wanted to see. Everyone has those bands, dead or alive, that they would go out of their way to see. Hell, I would pay incredible sums of money to see a reincarnated  John Lennon perform “Imagine,” but that is just me. The Mountain Goats are one of those bands, so when we heard they were coming to Ithaca College, we planned a vacation around a Cornell visit to my brother and a visit to Ithaca College for the Mountain Goats. We were not disappointed even though it was only John Darnielle and none of his band mates.

It is pointless giving a set list because after an artist has released over 16 studio albums song titles simply are not so important any longer. Hell, take a look at his upcoming release The Life of the World to Come where each song title is a bible verse. So, instead of giving a list of songs and saying how great his performance was on each of them, I thought I would simply profile one of the songs that made a distinct impression on me during the concert. Conveniently, the song is off of the upcoming release. It’s title is, “Deuteronomy 2:10.”

Darnielle, throughout the show, cracked numerous jokes. A few were about new songs and how, since this was the first time he was playing some of them live, he hoped he did not screw them up. “Deuteronomy 2:10,” was one of these new songs and he certainly played it right. The song came in the middle of his set-list and, since the heat was increasing, I was sitting down on one of the provided chairs behind the lines of standing people in the front. Darnielle switched to keyboard for the song (I did not realize he could play keyboard) and began with a few simple chords that led right into his lyric. While the song played I remained seated, staring at the back of the heads of all the listeners who were standing up. They were all black and shadowy, the only light shining on Darnielle himself. The crowd stood still, almost in a musically induced daze. No one sang along, because no one knew the lyric. The song was a newborn baby that was first making its affect on the people around it. The room was silent except for Darnielle’s soft croon. And, then there came a moment. A moment where all the dark figures in front of me seemed to merge into a single entity. A single listener. And, Darnielle’s keyboard and voice became louder and it echoed off the walls, continuously raising in volume until the last note faded and applause followed. It may have just been the heat or possibly something more. Either way, Darnielle made quite the impact last Friday night.

Link of the Day: Jay-Z and Elvis

17 Sep

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/8259787.stm

Elvis and Jay-Z

Read the article and attempt not to throw up. I am not discrediting Jay-Z who has marketed himself fantastically in today’s musical cesspool but come on. This is like Barry Bonds breaking Hank Aaron’s home run record. Bonds was on steroids and Jay-Z is producing in a musically inept world. I apologize for my clear anger but I just do not see how this can be possible. Yet, I guess records are records and I can safely presume that fifty years from now the king of rock will still be in the forefront of people’s minds.

According the the article, “Meanwhile, Madonna has just notched up her 40th number one single in the US dance charts with Celebration.” Okay, you are now permitted to throw up. I just did.