Tom Thumb and the Latter Day Saints - "Atlantic City"
Bruce Springsteen sings "Atlantic City" breathlessly, like he's in the midst of something desperate. Tom Thumb breathes the song, like it's a distant, secret memory. The quick strum of Springsteen's acoustic guitar is replaced by sparse piano chords, tremolo guitar and malleted toms. Whereas the original chorus was marked by anguished reverb-drenched vocals, Tom Thumb opts for crescendoing high-hat and cymbal swells instead.
Tom Thumb and his new band add a cinematic grandeur to the tragedy of "Atlantic City." I dare him to cover Louis Malle's great film, Atlantic City. Or to cover Atlantic City itself (in a giant piece of red fabric (Christo styles)). [Buy]
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George Jackson - "Aretha, Sing One For Me"
A meta-love song, "Aretha, Sing One For Me," is a love song about the powerful healing properties/manipulative potential of the love song. Jackson simultaneously professes his love for his ex-girlfriend, music in general, and the great Aretha Franklin in particular. Of the last he sings, "Your records have touched many lovers in many towns." Poetry. [Buy]
Otis Redding - "A Change Is Gonna Come"
After posting Sam Cooke's original version of this song earlier in the week, I started to encounter murmurings of dissent. These murmurings quickly grew into an unignorable din of complaint and outrage: why had I posted the Cooke version when there exists a "much better" Otis Redding version? My girlfriend left me and my parents disowned me (then adopted my girlfriend (ouch!)).
Controversy:
If I had never heard either song and you said to me,"Hey Jordan, it's good to see you. You look good. There's this song that both Sam Cooke and Otis Redding perform called "A Change is Gonna Come." The Cooke version is dominated by soaring strings, whereas the Redding version is driven by hard hitting horns with a healthy dose of tight piano and tremolo guitar interplay. Which do you think you'd like better?" I would pick the Redding version.
But I don't think I'd be right.
Redding is wounded and raw, his performance more visceral than Cooke's. But he leaves me wondering if the only reason that a change is gonna come is that it can't possibly get any worse. Redding's wails and screams connote anguish, but what Cooke expresses in his more restrained, thoughtful performance is the human capacity for perseverance, hope and exceptional dignity.
Both are awesome, though. So, whatever. [Buy]
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Birds of America - "The Eyes of Our Youth Are Evil"
Shining through the low fidelity of this recording is the fun that can be had in making music. Not fun that diminishes the seriousness of the music, but fun that comes from discovering the perfect bed of shuffling hand-clap and shaker percussion. The fun of listening to an already good song over and over again until you realize that all it needs to make it a million times better is the long tone of a saxophone. The fun of finding the ultimately complimentary setting on an old keyboard, running it through a delay and letting it echo. [Buy]
Dear readers,
I'm running a bit behind schedule, so expect a post by tomorrow afternoon. Sorry for the delay.
Yours truly,
Jordan
Sam Cooke - "A Change Is Gonna Come"
That "A Change is Gonna Come" comes from a great gospel singer is surprising in at least these ways:
1. The vocal restraint - Cooke's voice is huge. His phrasing is gut-wrenching, drawing out a word (on the same note) for a beat longer than one thinks likely, or waiting, singing behind the band, not moving til the spirit moves him. He sings big notes, but the runs are minimal and it is the richness of his voice and the good taste he shows in the arrangement of his own music that communicates feeling so powerfully.
2. The secular approach to personal and social problems/religious skepticism - A song about personal and social struggle, "A Change is Gonna Come" (as its title suggests) espouses a hopeful outlook despite bleak conditions, and implies a secular humanist solution to problems of civil rights. When he sings that "It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die, 'cause I don't know what's up there beyond the sky," a violin plays a plaintive pentatonic run.
Besides civil rights and theology, Cooke deals elsewhere with issues as diverse as trigonometry, history and Ludwig Wittgenstein, so why not buy his greatest hits and drop out of school?
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Quasi - "The Poisoned Mine"
Last week I posted the Tara Jane O'Neil song, "The Poisoned Mine" under the title "The Poisoned Well." Today, in the name of justice, I'm posting the Quasi song, "The Poisoned Well" under the name "The Poisoned Mine." [Buy]
Smokey Robinson - "You Really Got A Hold On Me"
I've seen the Platonic form of the pop song and it closely resembles "You Really Got A Hold On Me." It's as if Smokey is singing about how I feel about his song. Except my relationship with his song is not so tumultuous: it has all the loving, kissing, squeezing; but none of the fighting, crying, wanting to split.
A few notes on restraint and simplicity:
1. The piano's insistent 1-4-5 is a strong argument for the merit of that progression.
2. The bass rises and falls with Smokey (nothing fancy), underscoring the contradictory nature of the subject relationship.
3. The guitar - one strum on every second downbeat and an occasional riff (minimal in space and time, maximal in effect) - remains physically unexerted, while emotionally exhausted.
4. Technically speaking, Smokey is no Marvin or Sam, but when he sings it, he means it.
Will this song still be here tomorrow? Did I dream its existence in a fit of idealistic revery? I post mostly to confirm the suspect data given me by my senses. [Buy]
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Magnetic Fields - "All My Little Words"
A long day of banjo playing leads me to post this banjo-flecked ballad about the frustrating limitations of our influence over others.
No matter how much we love someone, we cannot make them ours. "Not for all the tea in China." Though I understand that to be a great deal of tea (some of it quite good-tasting, I'm sure). [Buy]
Tara Jane O'Neil - "The Poisoned Mine"
Alternating between the major and the minor, O’Neil’s guitar gives the impression of overall stasis; one step forward, one step back. Her singing is confident and knowing; subtly, maturely aching. In the higher register, her voice is so clear and cool that I thirst for the drink she sings of (this despite the fact that I abhor water in general, and am well aware of the taint of poison in the metaphorical water at the heart of this song).
At 2:34 join me in welcoming a guitar line that bridges her math-rock past with her lyrical, pastoral present. [Buy]
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Charles Mingus - "Black Saint and the Sinner Lady (Solo Dancer)"
A pulp fiction in song, Black Saint and the Sinner Lady is dramatic and soulful, full of lusty implications and transgressive prescriptions. [Buy]
Crackpot - "Unknown Title"
Seeing this band live is frightening. They run around, climb everything in view, throw themselves against walls. On more than one occasion I’ve retreated from the stage for fear of being drop-kicked or trampled or both or worse. There’s also the disconcerting possibility of a consuming conflagration arising from the friction of calloused fingers moving rapidly against Indian rosewood.
Here Crackpot accomplishes the difficult task of translating their energy onto record. They do this not through force, but through playfulness: wayward and lazy guitars, fat and loping rhythm section, meandering and engaged vocals.
At 1:29 the singer laughs at his own silliness and I’m reminded of Dylan’s “All I Really Want To Do.”
At 2:39 the song ascends to its rousing climax and I’m reminded of a drunken Pavement, inebriated to the point of sincerity. [Info]
(I've been told to tell you that this is a very rough mix of a work in progress.)
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Harris Newman - "The Butcher's Block"
A scenario in which I come off looking good while putting you down, though you may in fact be on to something:
You: Might this woodland glade ramble be Chekhov inspired?
Me: Certainly not. What a strange question.
Also:
Harris Newman is like the Woody Allen of Takoma-style finger-pickers (anxiety seems the dominant emotion in his work). [Info]
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The Tom Thumb cover is surprisingly fantastic. I always emit a groan when I hear someone's about to play "Atlantic City" (aside from an acoustic Springsteen, that is,) but I like the way that this ramps up and down, the sudden flourishes of drums, the undecorated longing in the vocals.
I dare him to cover Louis Malle's great film, Atlantic City. Or to cover Atlantic City itself
Yes!
Eep! The George Jackson is heavily sampled on Ghostface's _Supreme Clientele_'s adolescent love song. It is very strange to hear something like this that you know very well but not where it comes from.
I anticipate your groan, Sean, and raise you a "How dare he!" We debated the propriety of attempting a good cover of a great song, as opposed to a great cover of a bad song. I've been known to cringe upon hearing that someone has covered a song I love. I hope there aren't too many cringes, groans and cries of indignation when people hear this one.
Sean- Thanks for giving it a chance.
Jordan- Thanks so much for putting it up. And don't tempt me with the Christo challenge; my ambition is boundless.
I think the most important thing when covering a song, a good one or a bad one, is to bring something new to it. It's about interpretation, mutation and elaboration... Yo! And if you're covering a great song, putting a whole different spin on it gives the cover its own merit comletely seperate from the original.
I also think that the better a song is, the more potential for excellent covers it's likely to have. Like Shakespeare, ya know? That's what you've got going with this Spingsteen cover, Tom.
Oh, damn. Completely. Springsteen (Why do I only aquire an eye for typos after the post button has been pressed?).
That Tom Thumb song cover all kinds of ass.
Um, right. Deleted "kicks" instead of "song." ^"cover kicks all kinds" etc.