Archive | October, 2009

Song of the Day #65: “I’m So Tired,” by The Beatles

21 Oct
It looks like a pillow

It looks like a pillow

This is the first time I have been able to look at my computer screen since this morning. Over the past week and a half I have had 2 tests, 2 essays, and 5 articles due, 3 for my internship, and 2 for my school paper. Tomorrow I have my last test at 4:25-5:50 and afterwards I will most likely collapse from complete euphoria and sleep. Also, tomorrow is my brothers 18th birthday, so that trumps most things and you should all wish him a happy one.

Anyway, understand why the title of the song of the day is such? It is even better that it is by the fab four. I really am so tired and it is leading to me feeling sick and then, therefore, being tired of being sick and being tired. I don’t even know what I am writing about. Luckily, I have The Beatles to lead the way.

Interesting story to go along with what the song is about. Many may know that it is on The White Album, but do you know what it is about? John Lennon, while at a transcendental meditation camp suffered a bout of insomnia, so, in response, he wrote this fantastic song. Lennon’s insomnia led to beautiful music. My inability to sleep often leads to tossing and turning in bed, anger, and then more tossing and turning. I’m going to start writing songs when I cannot sleep. The first one will most likely be titled, “I’m So Angry.”

“I’m So Tired”: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZf9ncOQ2xM

Lyric of the Day #64: Top 100 Lyricists #83

20 Oct

Yes! Before I do this segment I always refer to my master list of the  top 100 lyricists formulated by Digitaldreamdoor (Give them a lot of credit). I had previously gone through 100-80 and adjusted the list to my wants and needs. I really needed to get Axl Rose out of there, I’m sorry. Soon enough, I will need to go through 79-50 and that will sure be interesting, but, for now, we are at #83 and I am excited. Why? Pete Brown. What, you don’t know who he is? Let me give you a few lyrics you may recognize.

“Ive been waiting so long
To be where Im going
In the sunshine of your love.”

Pete Brown

Wait, isn’t that Clapton and The Cream? Well, yes, myself it indeed is, yet, Mr. Pete Brown, a performance poet, wrote the majority of Cream’s songs with bassist Jack Bruce and guitar-god (that is for you Josh “I love Eric Clapton” Lampert) Eric Clapton (for “Sunshine of your Love.”) Cream is my favorite Eric Clapton project and I love their music and specifically Brown’s lyric for one incredible song and that is “White Room.”

Since Brown is a “Performance Poet” he like Jim Morrison (The Doors) paired his lyrics with vocal performances. Brown has been paired with numerous musicians over his career like Graham Bond, Chris Spedding, and even Arthur Brown recently. “FIRE.” He is a very talented poet and his work shows this. Let’s analyze “White Room” like we do best.

Ah, in a white room with black curtains, near the stations
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses, run down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Drawnlight smiles on your leaving, my contentment

I’ll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves

You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
When I walked out, felt my own need just beginning I’ll sleep in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in the dark where the shadows run from themselves

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation from the old wound now frogotten
Yellow tiggers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
She’s just dressing goodbye windows, tired starlings

I’ll wait in the queue when the trains come back
Wait here with you where the shadows run from themselves”

A lot of people reading the lyrics probably just went oh! that’s what is said after the first line. I know I did after I first looked at the lyric many years a go. So, what do you think this song is about? Personally, and I don’t usually like to reach for songs, I think this one is about Vietnam, where a young man is at a train station during “a sad time at the station,” because young men are saying goodbyes to their families. They end up in Vietnam in combat with “yellow tigers crouched in jungles,” where “Shadows run from themselves.”  My favorite lyrics in the song,

“Silver horses, run down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Drawnlight smiles on your leaving, my contentment.”

The imagery is just stunning, plus I always love when musicians use words like contentment in songs and do not sound stupid. Pete Brown is one of those who just never will sound stupid.

As much as he may look a little stupid... Just Kidding

As much as he may look a little stupid... Just Kidding

“White Room” Cream: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRqjpuLFXek

Lyric #11

20 Oct

Hey guys,

Here is today’s Guess the Lyrics. As an added bonus, you get to learn a fairly unknown fact about the artist. Good luck.

“The life I love is makin’ music with my friends”

hint/fun fact: This guy has Wii golf on his mind. He loves playing golf, and on tours he plays a great deal of Wii golf.

Answer: On the Road Again, by Willie Nelson

Court Links: Jack White: Smart/Stupid and Google Fame

19 Oct

Jack White

Good afternoon loyal court viewers and those that have just arrived at the court. We jesters welcome you. I want your opinion on this one for my opinion is biased. Read this article: http://www.nme.com/news/the-white-stripes/47903. I am specifically focusing on the segment about Dylan where Mr. White says that they might not be as authentic as once thought. Okay, since I made an argument a couple of days ago that Dylan’s singing was completely put on (I believe he has put on the voice so often it has become his actual voice) because it did not match up with his roots, this may be coming from left field, but, as much as I made that argument out of humor, this comment by White is sort of blasphemous in the music world. I love philisophical music talk and Jack White is a talented guy, but throwing Dylan and Waits, two incredible musicians, into this category of non-authentic is kind of odd. I have to disagree. Dylan is maybe one of the only musicians who is authentic. He changed when he wanted to change and he did what he wanted to do. Thoughts?

Also, go search The Music Court on Google. Trust me? Or search Music Court on google. As of a few days ago we were sitting at #5 on google, but, as of today, the first time I have checked since a few days ago, we are #1 with The Music Court searches and #3 with Music Court. Why? Because, of you guys. We will keep on posting because we love to do it, but you, the readers are what is giving us a purpose. So, for that, thank you.

Court Polls: Defense for Jimi Hendrix

17 Oct

Jmi Hendrix

With this post, the poll for who is the greatest guitarist of all time shall be closed. The ending results: Jimi Hendrix: 6 and Eric Clapton: 2. I know, so many people voted! Therefore, since Hendrix won, my post should be relatively easy. Because of the large sample size of voters we can logically deduce that Hendrix is clearly the best. Well, no, even if I was not being sarcastic and we did have thousands of voters, I feel as if many would choose Hendrix just because they feel obligated to do so. Jimi Hendrix has always had a strange mystical quality to him; almost to the point where he is looked at today as a spirit, rather than a person who once existed. Because of his shortened career and his large amount of tremendous guitar playing, he is sometimes looked at as the default greatest guitarist. People know Jimi Hendrix. They know the story of Woodstock. They know how he used to set his guitars on fire. People do not know as much as Eric Clapton, simply because he does not surround himself with the similar aura that Hendrix did. Clapton’s guitar playing was certainly undermined by Hendrix, mainly because Hendrix had that crazy, hippie-like persona that has never left him, even in death.

It is not hard to defend Jimi Hendrix. Hell, it is not hard to defend Eric Clapton either. Both are two different guitarists, who took the blues and re-shaped it into their own particular niches. But, it is in Hendrix’s ability to make a guitar sing that I find him to be better then Clapton. Clapton can certainly make a guitar cry, but Hendrix may be the only guitarist ever that was able to make that electric sing like there was no tomorrow. In all of his distortion, wacky chords and riffs, and gritty solos, Hendrix’s guitar sang to any crowd he played for. This is a large contributor to the aura that surrounds him. His guitar sang and the way he played with it on stage was incredible.

Ask anyone why they think Hendrix was the greatest guitarist of all time and they will certainly mention his stage antics. No one felt a guitar like Jimi. He manipulated the string of the guitar and made love to it on stage. Hendrix’s salacious playing was not a negative attribute though. His style of playing just echoed the times he was playing in. His guitar shot sounds of free love and hate to an audience. It is his feeling of playing the guitar that sets him apart from Eric Clapton and others.

Clapton, King, Johnson, Allman, all feel the guitar. If you don’t feel a solo it will come out detached and unnecessary. Out of that list of names, I would go so far in saying that Clapton certainly feels the guitar better than any of them. But, he just does not compare to Hendrix in this respect. Career-wise, Clapton has stayed alive for over 35 years past the death of Hendrix at 27. He has had the ability to hone on his guitar skills and become a dignified master. Yet, over the quick span of Hendrix’s life he proved that he was just as proficient as Clapton. His use of distortion was not masking mistakes and this can be proved in his early performances before distortion became one of his staples. His skilful use of music is certainly there. While my roommate, Josh, may not be able to listen to Hendrix on repeat, I can. In the short amount of years that he existed he created such a variety of music that went from funk, acid, hard, psychedelic rock. I understand one cannot put credit into what could of been, so I am not. Look at his body of work. This proves that he is the greatest.

When Hendrix got up on stage his singing guitar and remarkable phrasing sounded like he was putting together understandable sentences. The sound penetrated listeners to the point that the venue holding Hendrix’s performance collapsed around them, only leaving Jimi, his guitar, and them. His guitar was the music of the stars, of  sheer wonderment, and it will forever have the ability to entrap with its skilfulness and leave anyone in awe of its beauty.

“Purple Haze” from Isle of Wight: