Innocent When You Dream

From the wheeze of the steam piano and the off-notes-played-on-purpose to Wait’s whiskey-dripped growl, this song is one of the most magical songs I’ve heard in my life and one I could listen to on repeat, over and over.

Siri pulled it out of the ether on me in the car this morning and it had been years since I heard it; listened to it six times in a row, the whole way home.

There’s something both familiar and other-worldly in the lyrics, as if we are listening to a song composed and sung from the very edges of consciousness Waits is singing about. It’s a lullaby and a lament, a sleeper’s waltz at the end of a drunken evening.

I had hoped to learn more about it to be able to post something with more substance, but I should have known. This is Tom Waits, and nothing is out there in the open and obvious with him. The Wikipedia entry for the song is two sentences long.

The song has been used to accompany a Banksy art installation and has been covered a number of times, but I could not find any production notes, stories or inspirations for the song. In his intro on this video of a live performance of the song, Waits tells us a number of places where the song did not originate, including learning it from his dad, some children in the alley behind the theatre as well as learning it from Gregory Peck.

I want to sit with him, pour a drink and talk about the world this song lives in, because it is only visiting ours.

 

A Drop In The Ocean

A week ago I concluded my month long commitment to re-post songs from the fantastic 30 Days 30 Songs initiative, instituted by Dave Eggers, across my social media platforms.

It was an interesting month made up of hits and misses and I wanted to let the results sink in a bit before I weighed in on them here.

At the end of the day, that small act was just a drop in the ocean.  Some posts received multiple comments, likes, shares etc. while others went ignored.  I found that the posts with more recognizable names behind the songs got more love, which is definitely understandable and what I could have predicted.

What I found most interesting is that during the month I didn’t find myself caring as much about those likes and shares, or lack of them, as I thought I would.  Taking the time, once each day for a month, to really listen to a song, to read the accompanying notes as to why that song was selected as a part of the project and, many times, diving in deep to learn more about the artist and other songs they had done, was much more of a reward than the social media acceptance of the post itself.  The likes were the cherries on top, the afterthoughts…

What was also interesting is that my personal facebook page became politicized on a regular basis for the first time, something I am still working through, and I found that during the month I really needed to focus on posting other material to help balance out what could have easily just turned into another anti-Trump hate site.  Focusing so much on the negativity around this administration and, let’s face it, the negativity in many of the songs pointed at this administration, I had to go in search of good news stories to help give myself a sense of balance.

Not to sound too trite, but part of being a part of any resistance is to remember the positive things you are fighting for.

“Part of a resistance” – even I snicker at those words… so easily and potentially read as  those of us choosing to raise our voices making ourselves out to be something out of the movies, or the history books.

But I think I would speak for many that that is exactly the reason we are doing this – to be a part of those history books.

No matter what happens on a daily basis now – and there may yet be many more terrible things – we KNOW that there will be a day where history will judge this time period and those who acted in it.  History always judges and there will be one side who is on the wrong side of history.

I have faith in that future generation.

Globalization and multiculturalism will not be stopped.  Human Rights will progress.  Old racist people will die and the generation they leave behind them will be a slightly smaller generation of small-minded racists, and so on and so forth until the number of racists left will not be able to hold any executable power in society.

I have to believe this is the path humanity will go down and when those future generations look at the actions we took now, I know I want to be on the side that DID something.  That SAID something.

30 Days and 30 Songs was just the start and I will continue to be a voice for what I believe is right.  It’s been said that “Opinions are like arseholes – everybody’s got one.”

My specific posts and my specific opinions may not make any material difference at all.  But then again, they might.  I will continue to echo those with bigger microphones than mine and who knows, I may develop a powerful microphone of my own.

Action is better than inaction.  Reading, Listening  and Contributing is better than Reading and Listening on their own.

There are so many drops in this ocean that will never be heard, felt or thought about, but without all the drops it ceases to be an ocean at all.

Five Years Later

One of the best bands to watch when things get serious or heavy or just downright SAD is Walk Off The Earth.

This is a band I will return to more in the future, maybe when I’m not at an airport waiting to board a flight home.

After a few nostalgic views, this video from just two weeks ago caught my attention, celebrating the five year anniversary of the whole band on one guitar that put them on the world stage.

Amazing musicians, fun people and just a group with a happy, positive vibe… check out the anniversary video for Walk Off The Earth and have a smile.

Concert of the summer so far…

Florence Welch has one hell of a voice.

I would have paid the ticket price just to see openers Of Monsters and Men but to be followed by one of the most powerful voices in music today… it was just one hell of a show and what I would consider the concert of the summer so far.

Florence sang powerfully and spoke softly, promoting love, kindness and togetherness in a spin that made most of her doe-eyed, leaf-crowned and hempified fans coo and adore her even more as they embraced each other on the lawns of the Amphitheatre.  Part rock concert, part love-in, this was a show incomparable to any other in recent memory and I loved every minute of it.

It’s a powerful thing when a show can confuse you so much about which time and era you are in that you are left only to embrace the present.

It seems my opinion is shared.

A short post tonight, with a few clips from the show below.  Worthy of many more words than this when the time to do so permits

 

 

Further Reading – Rolling Stone

In which Florence opens up and shares the inspiration, and liberation, that led to her fantastic success.