Posts tagged music
Posts tagged music
A wistful memory, making this song all the more poignant: When I was 14, I was upset with some older kid I had a crush on. I ditched school, smoked pot with the neighbor and went home. My stepdad was there early and I was paranoid he’d know I was high and out of class. I think he could tell and didn’t care. Instead he told me to sit in the living room. He put on this song and we both sat there in silence. After that blast of John Paul Jones’ Hammond organ and Robert Plant started singing, I lost all fear and my mind wandered to young things that made me feel so very mature. And damn, it’s a good song when you’re paranoid (I can’t handle pot now.) He sat on the couch and closed his eyes. I realized he was ditching school too. He taught Ethics and specialized in Chaos Theory, which I could never fully undersand, but in addition to thinking of liar Dave, I wondered if the “non-integer dimension” was creating a “strange attractor.” Something like that. Or if he was just pissed at my mom.
"I’ll take all the blame, aqua seafoam shame."
Because I’m on an airplane right now & if not for sedatives, I wouldn’t be sitting here. But horses and Tiny Tim make me happy. I wish I could ride a horse home.
Bardot & Gainsbourg.
Glenn Gould: Enjoys recording, going to movies and, famously, dislikes attending concerts which make him “exceedingly nervous.”
Happy Birthday Nat King Cole.
Salvador Dalì & Francoise Hardy. 1968. Photo by Jean-Marie Perier.
Jeffrey Lee Pierce.
On TCM now. DO NOT miss Lionel Rogosin’s powerful Black Roots with Reverend Gary Davis (pictured), Larry Johnson, Jim Collier & more. Read more here.
Leonard Bernstein: Explicating Rock & Roll, crazy for Janis Ian.
"My second point is that they are terribly loud." Pink Floyd, 1967.
Justin Timberlake is looking all Tom Ford slick, and I like him as an actor and he’s a talented singer and dancer… but the new songs are so-so and, you know, THIS GUY did it so much better in 1998.
Arthur Lee. (via siamesewarcat)
Years ago, a friend sent me a VHS copy of Jenny Rock covering Deep Purple’s “Hush.” I was so blown away by her version, so, well, confused (in a good way) and so suddenly in love with Jenny Rock, I watched that thing about 67 times… or more. Rock, one of the Quebecois Ye Ye singers, enjoyed popular singles, and was named Best Female Ye Ye Singer at Montreal’s Festival du Disc award show. And she opened for the Rolling Stones in 1965. Not bad. But I love her later work — when she went a bit crazy. Case in point: her cover of Deep Purple’s “Hush” (written first by Joe South for Billy Joe Royal) entitled “Mal” (also a cover of Johnny Hallyday’s version, “Mal”).
Oh, my… this fills me with all kinds of conflicted feelings. It’s sexy sure, it’s intense (I love how she SCREAMS— almost in torment) and excitedly painful and potently, frightfully erotic. After all, she’s singing “Mal!” which means bad or evil in French. Quite different than “Hush.” At times, Jenny looks like she’s been held hostage and forced to sing to the radical Front de libération du Québec. Or young Kim Jong Il. But she indeed, makes it her own. And in my obsessive fantasy scenario, Ritchie Blackmore breaks in and saves her. And then makes her sing it again. It’s that stupendously strange and Ye Ye psychedelic and curiously perverse and sublime. I wonder what Serge Gainsbourg thought of this? I’m thinking he liked it — a lot.