Day After Tomorrow. First heard this when Tom Waits was on the Daily Show. It’s probably your typical Tom Waits dirge, which I love, as opposed to the standard issue Tom Waits sort of noisy carnival or disturbed cabaret song that I don’t like. But this song fits in, especially as a counterpoint to the last song, the Patty Griffin Poor Man’s House. Here it’s “Tell me how does God choose? Whose prayers does he refuse?”
The Open Road Song. I like how this song’s point of view changes, going from the child’s naive romantic vision of the hobo to the really cynical present-day troubadour. But given how this mix developed, “When I grow up I want to be a bum” fit right in. I also like a lot how his voice goes down low and flat towards the end of the “I seek my fortune in the wide world” line.
Marieke. I may have mentioned elsewhere seeing a production of Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris in the basement of the Irish Times with Abby. This was the song that really knocked me out. I did embarrass myself later when I mentioned liking that song that was sung partially in German by the crying girl. After a bit of a pause they, Abby and the producer, both mumbled something about it being (famously) in Dutch. Jacques Brel was Flemish, didn’t you know. It’s otherwise just sort of a simple song about loss, about missing someone who is long gone. I don’t remember narratively where it fit into the show, if there’s anything more specific than that. But it’s grand and sad and the use of a different language just adds to the sadness. Like missing a person and a place and a time and a way of life, all of it gone.
Settin’ the Woods on Fire. I kinda like lightening things up a little with this, when there’s so much else from Hank Williams that could have really helped go further south here. I especially love the line “We’ll order up two bowls of chili.” But then also I’ve always loved how the song puts the good time that will be had in a definite perspective. “Tomorrow I’ll be right back plowing,” he says. It reminds me of, and why I love, Something Else by Eddie Cochran. Or much by Chuck Berry. People having fun, but having to work for it. Like the exact opposite of the privileged fun found in most any Beach Boys song.
The Needle Has Landed. Not really sure what this song’s about. Neko Case is always a bit enigmatic. But that’s part of the enjoyment, of course. In some ways I take the needle to mean a record needle. “Let it play,” she sings. And so it’s sort of an ode to things that are gone now, like those records we used to play. But there’s a darker tale in here somewhere as well. She gets left at the Greyhound station when she moves away, apparently not to return: “And that’s why I never come back here. That’s why they spit out my name.” But also “If I knew then what’s so obvious now, [then] you’d still be here baby” is such a great lovely sad wistful line. The song also somehow makes me think of two Ken Follet novels, The Eagle has Landed and The Eye of the Needle, but I don’t think they have anything to do with this.
Three Days Straight. Clearly about being trapped in a mine, although not otherwise political in a way that, say, Woody Guthrie might have sung about mine accidents. He gets a little wild and makes a speech when the reporter from channel 9 asks him a question, but we don’t ever find out what he has to say. He does tell us that he wouldn’t go back in that hole again, to save his life.
No Bad News. Directed at President Bush, I imagine. A sad little boy. She asks him why doesn’t he burn his own house down and leave the rest of us to live in peace. But, clearly by the title of this whole mix, my favorite lines are “We’ll grow kindness in our hearts for all the strangers among us, till there are no strangers anymore.” I reworked it a little for the title, but it’s an amazing and wonderful Christian idea. And, hey, I love the rocking mariachi horns as well.
Where the Smoke Blows. I have no idea what the Bothy Acoustic Mix means. I haven’t heard any other mixes of this song. But Karine Polwart is amazing nonetheless. I first saw her when she did a lot of singing at the Smithsonian Folklife Festival in 2003. I worked only a couple blocks away and made it down a whole lot of days. And she was part of the Scotland part of the events. Battlefield Band was there as well, although she was no longer a member by then, being a member of Mailnky. She’s since moved on from them as well. They had a CD or 2 of Malinky at the store at the festival, but I never bought any. I wanted just her, like she was on stage, not as part of some larger group. Finally now she’s gone solo.
Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards. Putting down some poli-tunes would like require some Billy Bragg, by like law or something, wouldn’t it? I’ve always loved this particular song because I like to dance to it, doing a weird kind of jig to it in my kitchen. It apparently has Michelle Shocked singing backup on in, before she was famous, although now she’s not famous anymore. There’s a big message here, even though it seems to flow linearly lyrically from grand (Fidel Castro’s brother) to the really personal (the revolutionary t-shirt). And he yells out, “Beam me up, Scotty” at the end. I saw Billy Bragg once at the 9:30 Club, with a full band, and a then-not-yet-a-superstar-in-Canada Sarah Harmer opened.
James Connolly. Saw Black 47 with my brother and sister at a bar in East Hanover NJ once. Was a great show, except when Larry Kirwan told the crowd that it was great to be in East Brunswick. He winced just after he said it, knowing he’d screwed up. I especially love the monologue in the break in this song. Don’t let them bury me in a field of shamrocks, he pleads. Raise the Starry Plough on high instead.
The Tigers Have Spoken. This one by Neko Case seems pretty straightforward. There’s this tiger that’s been chained up forever. Goes crazy, so they shoot it. This particular version is from a live show at the 9:30 Club. Not that I was there; it was recorded by NPR. Before this song, Neko says, “This is a very sad song about tigers.” It sure is. I gather it’s also about loneliness. But then also there was just the other day an incident at the zoo in San Francisco, where a tiger got out of its cage and killed a guy and mauled two others. Police shot it dead.
Workin’ For The Enemy. I love so many of the rhymes and images in this song. There’s this truck filled with stolen goods that the narrator and Sonny are supposed to drive south, “Down two-lane highways in the foggy woods with a cigar in my mouth.” And rhyming “business being tendered” with “we went on a bender.” I also especially like his description of the ’67 Ford when it stops working: “The Galaxie broke down.” Nicely describes a whole lotta things, seems like. The narrative itself somewhat breaks down at the end. Not sure what finding his rising star means, unless it’s supposed to go with the galaxy image as well.
Long Walk Home. Another one seemingly aimed right at George W. Bush. At the end he sings about how his father tells him what a community means, how it doesn’t crowd you but it doesn’t let you go it alone either. And that the flag flying over the courthouse means certain things. Tells us what we’ll do, and what we won’t do. I like to think that one of the things that what we won’t do is torture people. I don’t know if it’s on purpose or what, but in the video for the song, right after that line, there’s a cut to a shot of a young man. He’s seen behind a fence, maybe like he’s locked up, like those poor forgotten souls down in Guantanamo.
No More Buffalo. Really the song that made me want to make this mix. I explained before how dazzled I was by the third verse, with the dust of the herds. I love the advice about still chasing after what used to be there. “Top that rise and face the pain,” he says.
Johnny Appleseed. (Do you ever think of the real Johnny Appleseed as a sort of environmental terrorist, deliberately effecting an invasive non-native species? No, I suppose not. Was apparently an immensely loving gentle soul.) In the song here, Joe sings about poor workers locked in the factory. It always make me think of the horrible fire at the Imperial Foods chicken processing plant in Hamlet NC in 1991, where twenty-five workers died because they were locked in, like in the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory in 1911. This is progress? “If you’re after getting the honey,” Joe says, “then you don’t go killing all the bees.”
The Unwelcome Guest. Also saw Billy Bragg once, doing a solo show, at the auditorium in the Smithsonian Natural History Museum. Sadly, I couldn’t tell you if he sang this song or not. I don’t think he did. There were a lot of other songs on Mermaid Avenue that bowled me over right away. This one really snuck up on me, maybe a couple years later, and now it’s definitely my favorite on the record. Okay, this or California Stars still. This is some sort of Robin Hood tale, of course, although I can’t quite place it in time. Does it take place in medieval times, or like in the old west, or in modern times? Doesn’t quite fit perfectly anywhere. Maybe that makes it fit everywhere then.
Poor Man’s House. Nothing enigmatic or ambiguous here. Devastating.
Daddy’s been working for days and days and doesn’t eat.
He doesn’t say much but his time I think it’s got him beat.
It isn’t that he isn’t smart or kind or clever.
Your daddy’s poor today and he will be poor forever.
vement, we finally finished re-doing the stairs. Beyond that, we don’t have much to show except for new paint in the living and dining rooms. The dining room has no wood trim – that’s Edward’s next project. The painting project took so long because Edward had to reconstruct various parts of the walls in the dining area, including one area twice, after having to rip out the new drywall so that we could have (totally wacky) plumbers install new pipes for an outside faucet in the front (so Dawn doesn’t have to drag the hose from the backyard through the house). And then Edward had to replace a few broken or rotted floorboards. This all took several months. Dawn was very exasperated about not having a dining room table for all that time except for the weekend when her dad came to visit.
Our sad news is that our evil-but-beloved cat Louise (picture at left) died in April, at the ripe old age of 18. We had her cremated and buried her in the backyard with her Mr. Mousie, in a grand ceremony with a home-made gravestone. In May, we got another cat, a pretty white female with blue eyes and gray tabby markings. Her name is Evie, and she’s both adorable and a little on the crazy-obsessive side. She’s spent much of her time with us in an Elizabethan collar, first because of an eye infection and then because she developed a strange insistence upon licking her inner thighs raw and bloody. She’s already cost us more in vet bills than Louise and Gwen combined during their entire lives. Evie’s favorite hobbies are tormenting Gwen, playing with her toy mousies, and eating. She’d be quite the little tub o’ lard, but we ration her kibbles to try and keep her stomach from dragging on the ground. We thought Gwen would enjoy being the alpha cat for once, but Evie turns out to be the pushy one – the confidence of youth! See the picture of Evie with Dawn below from her early days with us, slender and complete with shaved belly (from spaying) and Elizabethan collar.
brary Manager for Ropes & Gray, a Boston-based firm. She likes her new job, but doesn’t like having to travel to Boston and New York on a regular basis for meetings and HR training. She especially enjoys making more money than Edward once again! Edward is still at the American Society of Hematology. He has to go work their annual conference for the first time this year, so he’ll be gone to Atlanta for 10 days in December, which is why we’re getting the Christmas tree up and the Christmas cards out before he goes!
