Music.....

...... a strange thing happened last night, I suppose........ The Missus arrived home late after a trying day at work, and I began playing music files from the computer for her to try to calm her down a bit....

... at first it was the "name the song or band" game... (as I have some VERY odd selections on the computer, it can be quite challenging, I assure you.... ever heard "Werecow"?) ..... anyway, after she became bored with that, I then played a few of her generation's songs and that I knew she would like....... and it seemed to cheer her up a bit....

.... Kate Bush, The Pretenders, The Smiths, some Skaa stuff (... think Madness....)....... and then I wandered, once again, into Tom Waits......

.... I played her 'I Can't Wait To Get Off Work And See My Baby"...... and then, "Invitation To The Blues"...... the latter song, good lord, I had not heard for nearly four years...... but as it played, I began to sing...... and I knew every word.......... every single word after four years.........

...... tonight when she arrived home and had dinner, she told me that she had woken up with that song in her head this morning.......... "Invitation To The Blues"........

.... I told her that I loved the story that the song told..... how that the idea of a poor man with a "worn out pair of shoes" and a "ticket getting out of here" would somehow change his mind because of a waitress at a greasy spoon diner was absolutely enthralling..... and that there were phrasings in it that were true works of art..... she nodded her head in agreement..........

..... lives are such strange things sometimes..... good lord........

..... Prine, Hiatt, Waits..... Buffett, and Zevon..... Taylor, Lightfoot, and Croce........ she hates them all, but she somehow puts up with my taste for them and their music.......

..... but you know, music is poetry when it is really done right...... it's not for dancing to necessarily...... it's not for slamming shots of tequila to..... or for running to...... or lifting weights until you puke...... music - the storytelling kind - is something to sit back and savor like your favorite lines from a good book.....

...... when I listen to music, I listen to music...... the beat does not matter to me....... all that matters are the words.... the message, story, or idea that the writer is trying to convey........ the clanging of the gongs or the thumping of the base are secondary to me........ I give the beat a wide berth when I listen to music........

...... the rhythm is secondary........ it has always been the words that I craved........

.... while I love the song, I still think that it is odd that she awoke dreaming of a Tom Waits song that I'd forced her to listen to the night before..... especially when all she was really craving was old 80s songs that reminded her of Big Hair.........

..... if she starts taking my Waits CDs from the Audi and sneaking them into her Cadillac, I sense a serious upcoming disturbance in The Force, boys and girls........

.... serious.....

by Eric on July 01, 2009 | Bullshit (6) | TrackBack (0) | Music
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Ha! The real disturbance in The Force came when they started using Led Zeppelin music to sell Cadillacs!

Bullshitted by DogsDontPurr on July 1, 2009 10:15 PM

It's the words for me, too. I had to buy a CD of Willis Alan Ramsey since I was thinking about him - the old album has worn out. It got me to thinking of some of my other favorite song writers like Guy Clark and Hoyt Axton. Hoyt was born right here in Duncan, OK. I love his "Della and the Dealer" and "Bony Fingers" not to mention his "Joy to the World." Did I ever mention that Ray Wylie Hubbard used to live with my family or that Neil Young sang at my wedding reception?

Bullshitted by Lou on July 2, 2009 06:44 AM

A good song is poetry and a good poem could be a song. It is, indeed, the words that carry them.

Bullshitted by Jean on July 3, 2009 06:42 PM

It's not for runnin' to or lifting weights until you puke? Really? Are you sure? ;-)

I'm a beat girl. Poetry, unfortunately, is mostly lost on me.

Bullshitted by Bou on July 4, 2009 03:00 PM

"Invitation to the Blues" is one of my favorite Tom Waits songs. It's the words and the sound of that voice. A truth that can only be sung from the bottom of a bottle of scotch.

I also think that "Tom Traubert's Blues" has one of the most romantic lines ever written, "I've lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her."

Seems that a lot of Waits' songs have to do with being tied to woman and losing the ability to give in to wanderlust.

Bullshitted by AlphaBelle on July 6, 2009 02:53 AM

DDP: ..... you've got that right....... it's a shame, I tell you....

... and yes, Jean...... I see what you mean.....

.... beats are good, Bou.... definitely...... I don't know, there is just something about the language that strikes my fancy....... goodness knows that I have run until I puked many, many times...... although, not willingly!......

.... I agree, Alphabelle..... I do...... Tom Waits is a genius with lyrics...... and Tom Traubert's Blues is a classic.....

Bullshitted by Eric on July 7, 2009 09:15 PM