Hello, welcome to a new week. I want to get outside, but it’s sleeting dirty weather, so I’m just sitting at the window thinking about music.
There’s certain songs that give me enjoyment and comfort, and that’s because they are written about the experience of music itself. The playing of, the business of, but maybe most poignantly, the writing of, the creation of.
There’s a few that spring immediately to mind, real favourites like Free Man In Paris by Joni Mitchell. In this one, she’s already a queen of song, and she just wants to step aside for a minute, escape the business..
I was a free man in Paris
I felt unfettered and alive
There was nobody calling me up for favors
And no one’s future to decide
You know I’d go back there tomorrow
But for the work I’ve taken on
Stoking the star maker machinery
Behind the popular song
The coolest little passage I found, that sums up the writers desire/fate to be subsumed in music, comes from Regina Spector, from Fidelity.
I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind all of these voices
I hear in my mind all of these words
I hear in my mind all of this music
And it breaks my heart
Felt’s Ballad Of The Band is a priceless snapshot of mid eighties underground ambition..
And where were you, when I wanted to work?
You were still in bed
You’re a total jerk
Oh yeah and I feel like giving in..
There’s a place for abstract and there’s a place for noise and there’s a place for every kind of sound
So come on now and tell me why there’s a void!
It’s all my fault, yes I’m to blame
Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no fame
And that’s why, I feel like giving in
I love Felt. If Lawrence had had his way, he might have been happy, but would we? I just hope he’s happy now..
Ok, here’s a few more I love..
The Byrds – So You Want To Be A Rock ‘n’ Roll Star
The Smiths – Paint A Vulgar Picture
Simon and Garfunkel – Homeward Bound
Dire straits – Sultans Of Swing
..but how about you maybe fire me off a few? I can’t think of any more.