Sunday, July 31, 2016

Friday Night Jukebox, Vol. LXXXIII--Joni Mitchell: Coyote

What better way to celebrate the nomination of the first woman in American history to be President of the United States than a Friday Night Jukebox dedicated to a song by (arguably) the first lady of rock and roll?

My introduction to Joni Mitchell came in (arguably) the greatest rockumentary ever, Martin Scorsese's The Last Waltz.  There's nothing particularly special about Mitchell's performance--she was one superstar among many on the stage that night.  But what was particularly special was the song itself"  "Coyote."  And what really made it stand out was how little hoopla it received--Mitchell is announced, The Band performs behind her, and everyone let the song stand on strictly its merit.  And believe me, it stood taller than tall.

Joni Mitchell began performing in 1962 in her native Canada and has been recording and touring ever since.  While her heyday was in the 70's, she has remained a seminal influence on women and songwriters.  She has won 9 Grammy Awards, is a member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the Canadian Music Hall of Fame, and her album Blue was #30 on Rolling Stone's list of the greatest five hundred albums of all-time.  Oddly enough, though, she's never really become a household name in the way that say, Aretha Franklin is.  This may be due (my opinion), in part, to her foray into jazz in the late seventies--jazz is a wonderful musical style but has never really caught on with the masses in America.  I'd also venture that part of it is the inherent sexism in America--Mitchell is as good of a songwriter and her career output is easily the match of say, Bob Dylan, but I'd bet a whole hell of a lot more people have heard of Bob Dylan than Joni Mitchell (and yes, she's that good,,,)--men are front and center even in rock and roll.

Released on her Hejira (loosely translated as "journey" in Arabic--Mitchell wrote all of the album's songs while traveling by car from Maine to California) LP, "Coyote" is kind of a different song to feature for a pop music lover like me.  While there is a chorus ("You just picked up a hitcher/A prisoner of the white lines of the freeway"), it's not featured prominently and the song is more of a story than your typical pop song.  It's basically a song about a one night stand--it's been conjectured that the song is autobiographical and that the male protagonist is playwright/actor Sam Shepherd, but Mitchell has never confirmed it.  It's also to a degree about the difficulty of having a normal life within the musical world, what with late night recording sessions and constant touring.

"Coyote" was the first single released from Hejira, but it never charted (no bullets this week!).

There are three things to note about the song (in no particular order):  1) Mitchell's songwriting is incredible always, but especially so on this song--it is almost like a short story and she uses subtle imagery that isn't used often in pop songs ("And with this flame/You put here in this Eskimo") 2) Mitchell's vocals--as is often the case on Jukebox songs--are just as incredible, moving from questioning to playful to soul searching with an ease not often seen in pop songs 3) The instrumentation is the final piece and it's a joy to behold--between Mitchell's incredibly catchy acoustic guitar and the fretless bass (many people noted this, and while you can't miss the bass in the song, I have no idea there was such a thing as a fretless bass or what it even looks like) played by jazz virtuoso Jaco Pastorius.  It all comes together to form one of the most perfect songs ever written--at least to an old literary fart like me.

Fascinating fact:  Mitchell had polio as a child and as a result her left hand would not let her play notes and chords like most guitar players--as a result she came up with numerous different tunings that would match both her ability and her vocals.

Lyric sheet: "No regrets coyote..."

Enjoy:





Peace,
emaycee

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Nothing to see here

The first headline I saw on AOL this morning was how Elizabeth Warren had been heckled by the "audience" during her speech last night.  As someone who actually watched her speech (delightful, by the way), I can tell you that the "audience" was a single person, one guy, yelling "Black Lives Matter" again and again.  Good for him--he's allowed and should voice his opinion.  However, to insinuate that somehow Warren was a target of sinister Democratic forces is utter bullshit.

If I had to guess, the piece on AOL was probably written by some corporate toadie.

I had the privilege, thanks to our cable service, of watching the DNC completely devoid of pundits--it's just the stage and shots of the audience.  Let me tell you, all the talk of a divided Democratic Party and disarray on the convention floor is just so much crapola.  The Democrats were energetic, excited, and about as united as I've ever seen us.  Michelle Obama, Cory Booker, and Bernie Sanders made outstanding speeches in support of Hillary Clinton.  It was a terrific first night.

Ignore the hype.  The corporate media is more than happy to put profits over people's lives--the Democratic Party is not.

Peace,
emaycee


Monday, July 25, 2016

Adam raised a Kaine

My reaction to Hillary Clinton's choice of Tim Kaine as her running mate:

First:  Anger
Second:  Disappointment
Third:  Resignation
Fourth:  (After thinking about the Special Circle of Dante's Hell that was last week's RNC) Who gives a fuck?

Tim Kaine wouldn't have been my first choice.  He's not an economic populist and he's not an exciting choice--but he's with us on every other issue and he's a sharp contrast to Mike Pence (especially considering that Kaine was actually a very competent governor).

With each passing day it becomes more and more obvious that Donald Trump is unhinged--and the only thing that matters is that Hillary Clinton wins this November.

Tim Kaine's experience and background are strong enough to help her do just that.

Peace,
emaycee

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Friday Night Jukebox, Vol. LXXXII--Freedy Johnston: Bad Reputation

We have another Jukebox first this week--the first time a week's featured artist has done a (killer) cover version of the preceding week's tune.  That's right--Freedy Johnston did an "It's The Shit" rendition of "Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)."

Anyhoo, the best praise I can give to this week's tune is that as I was listening to "Bad Reputation" earlier this week in preparation for this post about halfway through I literally said aloud, "Jesus Christ this is a great fucking song."

Not quite the gravitas of "Ode on a Grecian Urn" but here in 2016 U.S.A., about as good of an exaltation as you'll get.

Freedy (a nickname of his mother for him) Johnston was born Frederic John Fatzer in the swarming metropolis of Kinsley, Kansas (pop. 1658 as of 2009).  At the age of 16 he bought his first guitar via mail order; at the age of 24 he moved to New York City to become a star.  While he never quite became the next Bob Dylan, he began recording albums in 1989 and has been at it ever since.  Johnston is known as a "songwriter's songwriter" (maybe someday when I get big somebody will refer to me as a "blogger's blogger") and was voted songwriter of the year in 1994 by Rolling Stone.  Not a bad resume for a guy who probably truly knows the meaning of "...we're not in Kansas, anymore...."

Released in 1994 on his This Perfect World LP, "Bad Reputation" is Johnston's best known song, reaching #54 (with a bullet!) on the Billboard Hot 100.  It's the love song of a troubled man, warning a woman that though he's trying he probably won't be the man she deserves--though she already knows this.  Still he sees her face everywhere and can't get her out of his mind.

"Bad Reputation" is a song of wonderful moments, the first of which is the opening (which for whatever reason, reminds me of The Temptations "Ain't Too Proud to Beg") which starts like a million other ballads only to break, out of nowhere, into one of the catchiest choruses you'll ever hear.  Another is Johnston's use of repetitive words ("and it isn't just talk, talk, talk" or "just wasting your time, time, time").   And still another is when toward the end of the song the instrumentation cuts and leaves a stanza just to Johnston, his guitar and his vocals.  In the end, though, it's (as is often the case) Johnston's vocals which seal the deal.  He strikes just the right balance between sorrow and regret without ever becoming maudlin.  And "Bad Reputation" is another in a long line of fine additions to Friday Night Jukebox.

Liner notes:  "Suddenly I'm on the street/Seven years disappear below my feet..."

Enjoy:




Bonus Video (because you can't--well I can't anyway--get enough of "Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes")):




Peace,
emaycee

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Hellistan

After four days of the republican National Convention, we've seen an arena half full of people call for the imprisonment of Hillary Clinton, ten billionaires praise another billionaire in a time of rampant income inequality in America, and been informed that, should he win the Presidency, Donald Trump intends to purge the government of officials appointed by President Obama.

Seems to me rather than "Make America Great Again" the republican slogan for this fall's campaign should be "Make America Into a Third World Tyranny."

Despots, tycoons, and Big Brother oh my...

Peace,
emayce

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

The persistence of selective memory

The republican national convention--a veritable smorgasbord of blog posts...

Funny, don't you think, what with republicans screaming incessantly at their convention this week to lock up Hillary Clinton in jail on trumped up (so to speak) charges, how they forget their very own President, one George W. Bush, lied America into a war with Iraq that has thus far killed over 4000 Americans, bankrupted the country with its outlandish expense, and bankrupted us morally with its ill-advised torture campaign which in turn led to the inception of ISIS.  Bush the Lesser is most certainly guilty of war crimes--where's the party of law and order when it comes to very real crimes?

The hypocrisy is staggering.

Frankly, if it's good for the goose, it's most certainly good for the gander.

Peace,
emaycee

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

U-N-I-T-Y

I saw about thirty seconds of the Republican National Convention tonight (because that's about all I can stomach), and in that thirty seconds, Ron Johnson, republican Senator from Wisconsin who's going to get his clock cleaned this November by Russ Feingold, said that after Donald Trump was elected President the republican party would unify Americans once again.

Because, you know, nothing says unity more than building a wall to keep Latinos out, banning Muslims from entering the country, selecting a VP candidate known for his anti-women and anti-LGBT viewpoints, and having an arena full of dimwits screaming to have the opposition party's candidate locked up for imaginary crimes.

You cannot make this shit up.

Peace,
emaycee