Although The Treasury on Lamar was more my speed, I can definitely appreciate this.
This is a digitized version of an in-store reel to reel tape that was played within a Kmart store in 1973. In my opinion, the opening Kmart jingle is the most important artifact of this recording, but the music and small number of commercials make it a great listen.
This song from Procol Harum’s first album has a funny (to me anyway), ironic classical quote that puts the lyrics in perspective. At 1:39 and 3:04 you get a snippet from the Prince Of Denmark march commonly played at weddings. To me clearly indicates the lyrics are about a love affair or marriage gone wrong.
On a related note, many people think the organ melody from “Whiter Shade of Pale” was lifted from Bach. It wasn’t. Underlying chord progression similar to “Air” from Orchestral Suite #3, but just the chords, not the melody. Organist Matthew Fisher finally won 40% of songwriting royalties for it in 2006.
By the way, I was thinking more about that dumb “Aeolian Cadences” review. I think it was a matter of validating the Beatles to snobs. I think many people who were 30+ in the early 60’s and listened mostly to classical, jazz, swing or show tunes, found themselves liking the Beatles, and some were a little embarrassed about it. Both my parents told me that the Beatles were the first rock music they ever liked. The more snobbish and insecure of such people needed a fellow snob to tell them it was all ok. But he really didn’t have to go make shit up.
YouTube’s algorithms recently presented me with a Late Late Showinstallment featuring Shane MacGowan, along with a room full of famous friends, family and collaborators.
The tribute is framed as a sort of after-hours jolly at Tubridy Tavern. Pint glasses and candles are set on tables; in the backdrop looms an image of the Brooklyn Bridge (in reference to Fairytale, obviously).
Aidan Gillen recalls MacGowan’s music speaking to him when he was a young actor living in London. Glen Hansard remembers when growing up in Ballymun, the Pogues and Bob Marley were on everyone’s mix-tape (and duets on A Rainy Night In Soho with Lisa O’Neill). There are video eulogies from Bobby Gillespie of Primal Scream, actor Tom Vaughan-Lawlor and Paul Simon (apparently taping his piece on a golf course in the midst of a hurricane – so bravo for that).
I was surprised to learn that pneumonia and a fractured pelvis led to MacGowan’s sobriety in 2015. And even though he has teeth again, holy shit does he look (and sound) awfully fragile in his wheelchair at the tender age of 62.
Anyway, all this heaped praise reminded me of Hell’s Ditch, the only Pogues album I’ve ever owned. I’m getting reacquainted with it today and thought I’d share with you bastards. Enjoy or don’t.
Seen the carnival at Rome
Had the women I had the booze
All I can remember now
Is little kids without no shoes
So I saw that train
And I got on it
With a heart full of hate
And a lust for vomit
Now I’m walking on the sunnyside of the street
Stepped over bodies in Bombay
Trying to make it to the U.S.A.
Ended up in Nepal
Up on a roof with nothing at all
And I knew that day
I was going to stay
Right where I am, on the sunnyside of the street
Been in a palace, and I been in a jail
I just don’t want to be reborn a snail
Just want to spend eternity
Right where I am, on the sunnyside of the street
As my mother wept it was then I swore
To take my life as I would a whore
I know I’m better than before
I will not be reconstructed
Just wanna stay right here
On the sunnyside of the street
It’s a little confusing, so bear with me. First, there’s an EP called Is It Any Wonder? featuring rare and previously unreleased tracks. That one is trickling out one song per week, starting with “The Man Who Sold The World (ChangesNowBowie Version).” It’s taken from a radio session that comprises the other new Bowie release, a limited edition nine-track LP and CD called ChangesNowBowie, which is coming on Record Store Day.
Here’s that first digital track, released yesterday on what would have been Bowie’s 73rd birthday.
”It was only after a critic for the [London] Times said we put ‘Aeolian cadences’ in ‘It Won’t Be Long’ that the middle classes started listening to us. … To this day, I have no idea what ‘Aeolian cadences’ are. They sound like exotic birds.”