Filed under: Songs to listen to with the windows down,sing like no one is listening | Tags: Linda Rondstadt, Aaron Neville, When Something is Wrong with My Baby, Cry Like a Rainstorm Howl Like the Wind
Two days ago, while shuffling through the detritus inside that little storage bin between the front seats of my car, I found a cassette tape I had loved as a child: Linda Rondstadt’s Cry Like a Rainstorm – Howl Like the Wind, featuring Aaron Neville. Naturally, it can be currently found pushed into the tape deck.
I was on my way to the Fashion Mall today when, the tape rolling, a classic song which I’d forgotten came from the speakers: the Isaac Hayes/David Porter ballad “When Something is Wrong with My Baby.” Maybe watching “Glee” lately has influenced me, or maybe this song is just so good I would have done it anyway, but I drew stares from the guy in the blue Volvo in the turn lane next to mine while, finger wagging, hand over my heart, leaning forward to try to get as much sound out of my throat as possible, I belted along with the tape, volume at full blast.
Filed under: Dance like no one is watching,Inspirational Anthems,Night Drive Tunes,Rainy Day Songs,Songs for Contemplation,Songs of Triumph,Songs to listen to with the windows down,Songs to start your day,Sunny Dispositions,Time to Party Tunes,sing like no one is listening,songs that make you feel cool in uncool moments | Tags: mixtape
These songs are taken from albums that have been in pretty heavy rotation on my iPod and turntable over the last couple months. It’s been a highly uninspiring and unmotivated time and music always helps in the midst of that. Summer’s almost here so grab a beer, put the screens on instead of the storm windows, and turn this up to right where the neighbors can slightly hear it.
- New Young Pony Club – Chaos
- Bombay Bicycle Club – Magnet
- Dum Dum Girls – Yours Alone
- Bad Veins – Falling Tide
- The Walkmen – The Rat
- Doves – Sky Starts Falling
- Band Of Horses – Islands On The Coast
- The Black keys – Sinister Kid
- Phantogram – Futuristic Casket
- Metric – Stadium
- Open Hand – Cool
- Matt & Kim – Lessons Learned
- Lars & The Hands Of Light – Three to the Floor
- Broken Social Scene – Chase Scene
- Gorillaz – On Melancholy Hill
- Stars – Ageless Beauty
Filed under: Rainy Day Songs,Songs of Triumph,Songs to listen to with the windows down,Time to Party Tunes | Tags: Lost Highway Records, Ryan Adams, Songbird, The Cardinals, Willie Nelson
William Hugh Nelson–native Texan, child cotton-picker, guitar plucker–should be stuffed and placed in the Smithsonian when he dies. Though if they plan to put copies of all his albums in there with him, they should start construction on a new wing now. He’ll need the space.
I imagine that, if Willie continues to record at the breakneck pace he has all his life, following his eventual death at age 112 or so, so many posthumous albums will make their way to us over the years that he’ll make Johnny Cash look like a studio sloth. He’s already put out 93 albums in his career. And that doesn’t even begin to count the compilations, box sets, greatest hits, etc., a list of which took up all my eyeball space trying to look at it online. I scrolled for a full minute.
But rather than try to talk about Willie Nelson’s oeuvre as a whole, I will simply talk about the album which I most recently picked up, his 2006 collaboration with Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, Songbird.
Willie has recorded for many record labels, most notably Columbia during his seventies hey-dey, when he put out genre-busting albums like Red Headed Stranger, and Stardust. He went to Island in 1996, with whom he put out such modern-day classics as Spirit, Teatro, and Milk Cow Blues. Now, though, he is on a record label so in tune with what country music should sound like that they have an artist list so selective, it literally looks like a Country Hall of Fame highlight reel. They’ve got Lucinda Williams, Ryan Adams, Whiskeytown, and Ryan Bingham to cover that modern sound, and then Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, Ray Price, Lyle Lovett, even Van Morrison, and, of course, Willie Nelson, here to tell us country’s history. Altogether, the label has 203 releases, 23 which came from Willie, including the late-day masterpiece, Songbird.
Ryan Adams took care of production, and his band the Cardinals took care of the music, though of course Willie played Guitar and brought Mickey Raphael on Harmonica and Glenn Patscha on Hammond B-3 from his own lineup. Only four of the songs are Nelson originals, and two were written by Adams; the rest of the album is a tasteful selection of covers, including the title track, and a stunning re-interpretation of “Amazing Grace” that will make you shiver. The minor chord mood combined with Willie’s vocals finally put meaning to the line “It was Grace that taught my heart to fear.”
Adams’s production is signature and distinctive, especially in the opening to “Songbird,” but he never imposes upon Willie’s presence. The slow-tempo songs like “Blue Hotel” and “Hallelujah” (yes, the Leonard Cohen song) are accentuated by a fine backing choir, and Adams’s pointed lead guitar. Yet the anchor in both those songs, and throughout the album, are Willie’s vocals, which are at the forefront of the mix. You can feel all the experience of his 73 years in the words, but with an energy and intensity, I would dare even to say a faith, that is ageless.
On the kickers, Adams brings to Willie’s sound a crunch and a weight that are sometimes missing in the easy shuffle-style Country music that Willie perfected in the beginning of his career. Here, the guitars are electric and loud, and the drumming is heavy and fast. Willie has always been capable of rocking (see Willie and Family Live), but he’s never rocked this way before; songs like “$1000 Wedding” and “We Don’t Run” are exercises in controlled recklessness.
As is usual for Willie two of his four originals are well known from the early days of his career. “Rainy Day Blues” was originally penned and recorded in 1959, the B-side to his classic song “Nite Life.” “Sad Songs and Waltzes” was the third track off his 1973 Atlantic records debut Shotgun Willie (his Atlantic career was rather short–only two albums, both brilliant but misunderstood at the time; Atlantic kicked him out after 1974′s concept album Phases and Stages). While the latter is solid and little tinkered with, “Rainy Day Blues” has a swagger to it that was absent from the ’59 recording, a swagger that, I might emphasize, is distinct in that it has been earned. As many of Willie’s self-covers do, this version of the song shows not only how Nelson as an artist has been able to grow within the framework of his iconic outlaw style, but also how country music has changed over the years. In 1950s Country, humility and heartbreak dominated the songwriting; these days, in the commercial, radio-ready Country, patriotism and pomposity are the major themes. Country musicians now sing with Arrogance. Willie always has, and always will, sing with Confidence. It’s why he can put out any kind of album he wants, whether it be reggae (Countryman), jazz (Two Men With the Blues), or the rock and roll of Songbird. It’s why he can cover his own material a thousand times and still make each recording distinct and essential. He is the Countryman, the Red Headed Stranger of outlaw music. The man has earned his stripes.
Filed under: sing like no one is listening
If I could go back and do it all over again, I’d marry Sheryl Crow.
At the Friends of the Library book sale last Saturday, I found a quality copy of her third album, The Globe Sessions, which I immediately bought for nothing more than her cover of Dylan’s “Mississippi.” I figured the rest of the album would be decent, though, because the woman is hot, and hot women generally make good music.
The “Mississippi” cover is good, but what’s even better is that Sheryl Crow decided it would be a good idea to write an even better song and put it just one track later, a song called “Members Only,” like the jacket, a song which is so good my eardrums turned into flowers.
And so then I decided to listen to Sheryl Crow’s eponymous second album, which we’ve had for quite some time, but which I’d never listened to, probably because of my defiance of radio hits, with which this album is filled with. “Every Day is a Winding Road,” “A Change Would Do You Good,” “If It Makes You Happy.” But then, but Yay! I found out that that album has “Redemption Day,” which I’d first heard round abouts February when it showed up on the late J. Cash’s American VI: Ain’t No Grave. It’s an Apocalyptic song serving up both hope AND despair, and it fits right in with the rest of The Man in Black’s ouevre. Imagine my shock while scanning Ain’t No Grave’s liner notes that it turned out to have been penned fourteen years ago by the world’s hottest MILF (Musician with whom I’d Love to Frolic with). This time my eardrums turned into hummingbirds.
Filed under: Rainy Day Songs,Songs to listen to with the windows down,Sunny Dispositions
We’re two weeks away from summer (and graduation!), so I’m constantly daydreaming about the next few months as an escape from term papers, books, exams, blah! But these daydreams keep making me smile, as well as the new summer songs I’ve had on repeat – one of which is “On Melancholy Hill,” from the Gorillaz.
On Melancholy Hill – The Gorillaz
Up on Melancholy Hill,
There’s a plastic tree.
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day
Of another dream
In mid July I’ll be going on a six-day river trip through Desolation Canyon on the Green River with the Perry family.
(1) Six days with around twenty Perry family members = me being a very brave girlfriend.
(2) Six days without showers.
(3) Six days of having an excuse to use the river as a shower.
(4) Six days of floating in the water because it’s too hot to be in the raft.
(5) Bears?
(6) Gear!
Gear! So I have a decent amount of camping equipment – certainly enough to get me by on a weekend trip. But since there are around twenty people on this trip I can’t borrow gear → me having an excuse to stock up on everything I should have but don’t.
Hallelujah Christmas has come early this year.
Toodles,
Rebecca
Filed under: Songs to start your day
My commute is always just a little nicer when my iPod knows how to do the shuffle. Today’s shuffle seemed next-to-perfect for this morning’s commute, a crisp April morning complete with confetti-sun through the trees and green, green, green. Did you know that Indiana cyclists have 1,000 words for the color “green” the same way the Inuit have 1,000 words for “snow”?
- Anti-flag: You Can Kill the Protester, But You Can’t Kill the Protest
- Sigur Ros: All Alright
- Neutral Milk Hotel: Two-Headed Boy
- Appleseed Cast: Marigold & Patchwork
- Tallest Man on Earth: The Sparrow and the Medicine
Seriously couldn’t have had a much better shuffle for this morning’s ride to work.
Filed under: Inspirational Anthems
I read an entertaining post somewhere wherein a white dude was trying to talk about rap but didn’t want to really talk about rap because he said white dudes only talk about rap to prove they aren’t racist. That being said, I saw Three 6 Mafia this past weekend. They performed at the Congress, which is a mere five-minute walk from my place. Most of their music is straight bangers, so it only made sense to see them. I had never been to a rap show before, let alone a rap show in a big city where actual gang members live. As much as I can enjoy Project Pat or any offshoot of the Wu-Tang, I am a honky from Indiana. I was, obviously, a little out of my element. We arrived late because rap shows are notorious for not starting on time. There was a boy getting hassled by a security guard near the entrance – “I’ll put my boot up yo’ white ass if you try to get back in!” Another man was being escorted out with the guard pouring out a bottle of Svedka Vodka. My companion for the night, Schlemmer, had to check his hat when we got in. Everything has the potential for gang affiliation. The security guard just inside searched me harder than I had ever been searched. Had I been somewhere else, I might’ve felt violated. For some reason, here, I felt excited. This was new, raw. I saw potential for danger, but at the same time it felt controlled, like things could only escalate so far. The show was pretty gnarly. Guards patrolled the floor with the heads down, smoky eyes cutting paths in front of them, yanking punks to a room where what happens we could only imagine. I’m not going to comment on the actual performance, I’m not qualified. I can say it was awkward at first when I found myself getting swooped up in the theatrics and singing along “I’ll knock the black off yo’ ass! I’ll knock the black off yo’ ass!” amidst a crowd of, well, mostly black people. It didn’t matter, though. Everyone got down. At the end, there wasn’t a big epiphany where we embraced a group of black dudes and we all walked out of the Congress arms over shoulders. And aside from the girl that was either eyeing me in a good way or in a ‘look at that honky’ way, we weren’t really even acknowledged. The point is, Three 6 slays.
Filed under: Dance like no one is watching,Inspirational Anthems,Songs of Triumph,Songs to listen to with the windows down,sing like no one is listening | Tags: Radical Face, Welcome Home
1. I’m ecstatic Radical Face finally has a music video for this song and also that it absolutely fits.
2. Find some uber nice headphones, or a stereo to listen to this. Loudly.
Graduation is getting closer and closer, and while I’m doing my best to keep it together, not knowing what is going to happen is extremely unsettling. Every time my family (or I) moved we at least knew where we were going, and where we were going to live. But now, I’m not sure where KP and I will be, when we’ll be there, or what we’ll be doing.
But what is solid is the feeling of home that I know is coming eventually – complete assurance that this is where you’re supposed to be. I’ve only really had that twice (in Paris and visiting North Carolina), but every time over the past two years when I’ve listened to “Welcome Home,” that same joy is just all over the place, pressing against the walls, bursting from the car.
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of capture ghosts over old dead grass
Was never much but we made the most
Welcome home.
Toodles,
Rebecca
Filed under: Dance like no one is watching,Songs to listen to with the windows down,Sunny Dispositions,Time to Party Tunes,songs that make you feel cool in uncool moments
Zeus‘ “Kindergarten” has been stuck in my head since I first heard it about a week ago. The jangly guitars mixed pop-laden keys and crooning vocals are a perfect match.
I have to say I’m not taken with the rest of the album like I am with this song. The lyrics are fun and it’s not polished. It just rocks.
Dance off. But keep your pants on, please.
-Andrew
Filed under: Songs for Contemplation,Songs of Triumph,Songs to listen to with the windows down,Songs to start your day | Tags: explosions in the sky, post-rock
One of the most vulnerable and shaping moments of my day is my drive to work in the morning. Still partly asleep, I amble my way from my front door to my 1996 Hyundai Accent hatchback, wedge my travel mug full of coffee between the parking brake and the passenger seat cushion (the cupholders are tiny), roll down my window halfway, and plug my ipod into the FM transmitter and hit play.
For a brief moment I’m floating backwards in reverse as I work my way out of my parking spot, throw it into first and I’m off to whatever joys and frustrations my day will bring. The intro for Explosions In The Sky‘s “The Birth and Death of the Day” starts and I’m given a slight rouse. For the next two minutes I take my first sips of coffee while I wait for the little girls who live a couple doors down from me board their schoolbus at the end of the driveway.
I pull into traffic and pass by the municipal airport on my left, take the on-ramp to the highway and hit freeway speed around 4 minutes. As I pass by the busy smokestacks at Capital Brewery I’m joined by the swarm of other morning commuters, 30 seconds or so pass but are only a taste of what is to inspire faster speeds when the song reaches 4:33.
I spend the next couple minutes drifting along in the left lane, watching the sun continue to rise and flare across my worn windshield. I find my exit and follow it, just before the song hits 7 minutes. The end transitions perfectly into the next track, “Welcome Ghosts” which will be the only remaining song to finish completely on my way to the campus 1 parking garage.
And honestly, this morning, it’s all I need to put me in a good state of mind as I grab what’s left of my first cup of coffee, lock the door behind me, and make my way to the office.
I can’t help but love this genre called “post-rock” (whatever that means) and this Austin, TX, band does it incredibly well. Their music is epic at its best and cinematic at its worst.
-Andrew
