Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Song of the Day #26: Dust My Broom - Elmore James

 Dust My Broom - Elmore James

Song of the Day #26




Note this was a review of the Fire session recording, not the original recording on Trumpet records.

In my view, this may indeed be the heaviest song of all time. Oh sure, there have been songs in metal and hardcore punk with loud riffage and speedy soloing. Yet, I don't think any of them ever truly surpassed the brutal effect of this song's riff, how each and every note assault your mind, body, and soul into submission. The effect is so annihilating that I almost mentally black out while it's on, my brain totally shut off by its ruthless barrage of stinging tones. It's not just the riff though: Elmore's voice, while seeming thin on the surface, is absolutely shredding spiritually. He was an intense, fiery musician, where his songs even at their lightest moments scorch and explode with emotion. His presence alone is enough for a song to truly overwhelm, but with that monstrous riff, nothing before him even begins to compare and few things did after. Anyone who can call Elmore a "hack" for not writing the riff himself after hearing this should be barred from listening to this genre. So what if he didn't write it? This genre is much more about musicianship and performance than songwriting, and on that scale, he succeeded with flying colors.

Much has been said about Elmore James essentially rewriting this song dozens of times, and this is true. From his take on "Blues Before Sunrise" to "Standing At Crossroads," a huge chunk of the catalog sports the riff. However, I feel that he didn't include it everywhere because he was lazy: that riff is the musical representation of who he is. It's his own musical signature, letting you know it is him, and no one else, who is playing on that track. And what could be a better representation of his musical personality than the ferocious sound of that riff? This recording is his soul translated into the language of the blues, and it's a testament to how incredible a presence he was that it remains one of the genre's most celebrated recordings. Play this one on a speaker very, very loud, and get ready to be taken to another dimension.

November 2022 Overview

 November 2022 Overview


Writer's Check-in

Well, we finally made it to the end of 2022! I don't know about you guys, but I'm quite ready for the year to be over. These last three months have been unbelievably intense in terms of workload, so I'm ready for a much-needed break. It's goddamn hard to keep the energy going to finish the semester though. I was already not motivated to get back to the grind after Thanksgiving was over, and falling sick has only enabled my inner laziness to kick in! Shouldn't complain much more though: it's only about 9 more days of this shit and I'll be done for the year.

On another note, I am pretty proud of myself for keeping the schedule going for reviews. Writing a review every day with my intensive workload and schedule ended up being pretty manageable. It's a lot of fun to be able to write these essays, and I hope you've enjoyed reading them too! 

Music Stats for the Month

Total Listening Time: 159 hours. What can I say? I can't do work without listening to music!

Top Artist: Simon & Garfunkel. Definitely was worth it, as my respect for them has grown immensely. Bridge Over Troubled Water is pretty firmly in my top 200 now.

Top Album: 1956-1958 Cobra Recordings - Otis Rush. I'm still kicking myself for not getting into this amazing man's music earlier!

Top Song: "Double Trouble" - Otis Rush. The greatest blues recording of all time. Nothing more needs to be said.

Articles

Two of my articles were published this month, so check them out!

Monthly Playlist


Unlike my previous playlists, this one is very much skewed toward certain genres and artists. In particular, 50% of the playlist is made up of either electric blues or something by Paul Simon, which is both pretty hilarious and fairly accurate of what I was listening to this month. Hope you enjoy it!

If you want to read my thoughts on any of the songs in the playlist, click one of the links below. Sadly, I started the series on the 5th of November, so I don't have reviews for the first four songs this month and the last song as well.
  1. Up Jumped The Devil - Nick Cave & The Bad Sees
  2. Walking On The Water - Creedence Clearwater Revival
  3. It's Not Up To You - Bjork
  4. Boom Boom - John Lee Hooker
  5. Double Trouble - Otis Rush
  6. New Grass - Talk Talk
  7. Then He Kissed Me - The Crystals
  8. Shake For Me - Howlin' Wolf
  9. All Your Love - Otis Rush
  10. Mellow - Elton John
  11. This Land Is Your Land - Woody Guthrie
  12. I'm Ready - Muddy Waters
  13. Kathy's Song - Simon & Garfunkel
  14. My Love Will Never Die - Otis Rush
  15. The 59th Street Bridge Song - Simon & Garfunkel
  16. You Can Call Me Al - Paul Simon
  17. I'm Gonna Be A Wheel Someday - Fats Domino
  18. America - Simon & Garfunkel
  19. (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher & Higher - Jackie Wilson
  20. High - The Cure
  21. All I Have To Do Is Dream - The Everly Brothers
  22. 2 + 2 = ? - The Bob Seger System
  23. Bennie And The Jets - Elton John
  24. Goin' Down Slow - Howlin' Wolf
  25. San-Ho-Zay - Freddie King
  26. Marie - Randy Newman
  27. I Just Want To Make Love To You - Muddy Waters
  28. My Wave - Soundgarden
  29. Shake Your Moneymaker - Elmore James
  30. My Grandfather's Clock - Johnny Cash 
Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading my stuff! Be sure to let me know what you think! Cheers to the last month of the year!

Tuesday, November 29, 2022

Song of the Day #25: Shake Your Moneymaker - Elmore James

 Shake Your Moneymaker - Elmore James

Song of the Day #25




Some may cringe at this, but my first true acquaintance with this danceable blues classic was Mike Bloomfield's ripping rendition on Paul Butterfield Blues Band. I'd heard Peter Green's version with Fleetwood Mac and mostly ignored it (since it was merely a decent cover), and I have heard the Black Crowes' live version with Jimmy Page (thank god he was there). Yet, this cover immediately struck a chord from the first listen. Bloomfield, being one of the greatest guitarists of his generation, grasped Elmore's essence perfectly and gave the song an unbelievably juicy yet fluid tone that cuts deep while sweeping you off your feet. It's an excellent example of a whitebread blues cover that can seriously compete with its source, not compromising the magic of the original but taking it in a completely new direction. 

So, even though I've probably heard Bloomfield's cover of the song more times, I was delighted to see I loved Elmore's original recording just as much. His godly slide-playing talent is obvious here: this could have been a rather ordinary piece of boogie, but with all of those delicious trills and licks he sprinkles on top of his effortless soloing, only a dull square wouldn't get the urge to dance their ass off. However, much of this song's success comes from Elmore actually throwing in an original idea or two for once (hey, not that he had any shame in self-repetition: if YOU can play your slide guitar as well as he does, you wouldn't really bother with songwriting either). Not only are the solos and main riff played with a lot of creativity and inspiration, the way he constantly edges the tension in the song works wonders for the song's energy. Every time he says "and then" at the end of the chorus, you DO expect another verse, don't you? But no, you suddenly get blown back by some kickass riffage! Fuck yeah! I know there are pretentious blues fans out there who will call this a rock 'n' roll sellout compared to his magnificent peaks of "It Hurts Me Too" and "The Sky Is Crying," but lighten up fella! It's not every day you get a dance tune played with so much finesse that you could call it beautiful, so savor each precious note of this classic. While you rock down the dance floor, of course!

Monday, November 28, 2022

Song of the Day #24: My Wave - Soundgarden

 My Wave - Soundgarden

Song of the Day #24




Even if I feel that much of the immediacy of rock music started to decline a bit around the 80s and 90s, Soundgarden is one of those few rock 'n' roll bands I feel comfortable enjoying as much as I enjoy most 70s hard rock greats. Yes, their influence from the Unholy Trinity of Hard Rock is pretty damn obvious, but it is not some uncreative rip from this style. The tones are thicker and deeper, the production is immaculate without removing the grit, and, of course, the charisma of Chris Cornell, channeling personal torment into a cocky swagger. It's this magic combination along with the clear performing talent (Kim Thayil beautiful psych-tinged soloing at the end especially) that makes this relatively simplistic song kick a whole lot of ass without sounding idiotic, which is a pretty damn hard thing to achieve. Nothing else to say about this excellent rocker except that it captures much of what made Superunknown such a successful album both commercially and artistically.

Sunday, November 27, 2022

Song of the Day #23: I Just Want To Make Love To You - Muddy Waters

I Just Want To Make Love To You - Muddy Waters

Song of the Day #23




Can we just appreciate the sonic perfection of that spell-binding riff? The way Otis Spann's fluid piano licks flow into Little Walter's mighty harmonica blows that causes Willie Dixon's thick basslines to sway is just mind-bogglingly perfect. This is musicianship of the highest order: Muddy's band not only performs like a singular well-oiled unit but also paints a powerful image for the song. It's the perfect mix of gruffness and creepiness, just as skin-crawling as Howlin' Wolf playing the "Back Door Man." Every time I hear this song, I have to relisten to the intro at least 5-6 times, and even then it's not enough for me. Yes, it's a minimalistic song that rides the riff the whole way through, but nothing could top its musical perfection anyways. What else does the song really need? Though, Little Walter's harmonica solos were an additional touch of genius, just hearing the way he eerily builds suspense amplifies the aggressive power of each blast of his.

Yet, Muddy is still the leader here even if he is just on vocals. He does not sing as much here as he delivers a series of fiery but controlled roars, crushing you and demanding your respect simultaneously. The clincher is the end of that chorus: belting louder and louder and then suddenly singing dangerously quiet, trying to weaken his lover's defenses with a final seductive remark. I'm at a loss for words for this greatness. Muddy's charisma is just so gripping that nobody can compete with him. Etta James did a tough, worthy cover of the song, and the Rolling Stones made it into a breakneck piece of rock 'n' roll, but none of them could ever hope to beat the master at his own game. One listen to this is enough to understand why Muddy and no one else was the true king of Chicago blues.

Saturday, November 26, 2022

Song of the Day #22: Marie - Randy Newman

 Marie - Randy Newman

Song of the Day #22




This is a repost of an old essay of mine I wrote back in June of 2021 on the song. I wrote it at a very difficult time in my life, where a series of personal crises led to everything falling into disarray. In that turbulent summer, Good Old Boys and Sail Away were the two albums that kept me afloat, helping me sort out my feelings and keeping me in a stable mental state to make it through. This song in particular is irreversibly tied to that period in my life: I had some personal things going on that made the lyrics strike me even harder than the rest. Because of this, I'll always have a special relationship with this song, and I'm happy to see that not only do I still agree with my old review but also still find this to be a songwriting masterpiece. Anyways, here is the original post with some minor edits.

The tragedy of Randy Newman is that getting into Pixar soundtracks has obscured his legacy as one of the greatest singer-songwriters of his day. He was widely recognized as a phenomenal songwriter by countless musicians, from Paul McCartney to Brian Wilson. Yet, "You’ve Got A Friend In Me" (a great song, no doubt) will always tower over his catalog as his most popular song, and 90% of his most popular songs on Spotify will be from movie soundtracks, and there’s no pretentious whining from people like me that’s gonna change the reality. Classics like Sail Away and Good Old Boys, as incredible as they are, will just be known to music enthusiasts and not the general public.

Well, I’m gonna do my part and advertise it as one of the most heartbreakingly sincere love ballads I’ve ever heard. In a way, this song could be pretty generic (and even the melody, while very good, is still pretty sappy), but the genius of the song lies in its arrangement and performance. Too many love songs have the male singer acting too tough or becoming too sentimental, so while they can often be great, they still lack the sincerity to make them devastating. The way to make a love song really genuine is not to overdo anything and focus more on the vulnerability that loves brings out. Plenty of men act tough or flirty on the surface, but like all people, every one of them at their core is sensitive people with insecurities and soft spots of their own. What makes love beautiful is that it presents the real you, warts and all.

That's what makes "Marie" so special. Randy sings the song as a weak, drunken man, who rarely shows his feelings about his love but is in such a broken state that they just come flowing out. It's almost heartbreaking to hear him sing lines like "I'm drunk right now baby, but I've got to be. Or I never could tell you what you mean to me" or feel his regret and pain when he sings " I'm weak and I'm lazy and I've hurt you so and I don't listen to a word you say when you're in trouble I just turn away." The arrangement he gives is also perfect. Randy clearly is influenced by the "Hollywood string" sound, but his unique gift is never making the arrangements overwrought. In this song, they never take away from the heart-on-the-sleeve confessional mood, and if anything, they make him seem more introspective and sincere. The song is not about love on its own: it’s about how love can bring even the most flawed and broken men warmth and sanity.

I can understand struggling with the song. Randy's creaky and rambly vocals and direct personality can take some adjustment. But if you do get into this song, it's overwhelmingly beautiful. Even recently when hearing the song, I had to fight to hold back tears because I was in a public place (and I don't tear up over ANY love song I hear, mind you). Just go hear this small masterpiece, you won't regret it.

Friday, November 25, 2022

Song of the Day #21: San-Ho-Zay - Freddie King

 San-Ho-Zay - Freddie King

Song of the Day #21




Freddie chooses here to just shut up and play his guitar here, so out of respect, I'll keep things brief. One thing I love about his style is how he perfectly fuses the best aspects of both the old and new-school approaches to blues. Yes, he is still firmly an old-school player with all the personality and refined playing chops required. Yet, unlike all of the other blues titans at the time, this is very rock 'n' roll in essence with its catchy hooks, fluid improvisation, and flashy showmanship. Freddie didn't see why Muddy Waters and Chuck Berry couldn't shake hands, and goddamn, I'm glad he made this compromise happen: this is a mean motherfucking track, a danceable guitar rocker with an attitude. The song is as catchy as a rash, each and every guitar lick he churns out here kicking so much ass. Freddie is just so naturally cool here he doesn't even have to try, the badass soloing just flows out of him as an organic part of his being. You can bet your life I'm dancing to this right now, and if you aren't doing the same, what the hell are you waiting for? Go listen to not only this track but the whole Let's Hide Away And Dance Away right this minute!

Thursday, November 24, 2022

Song of the Day #20: Goin' Down Slow - Howlin' Wolf

Goin' Down Slow - Howlin' Wolf

Song of the Day #20




I guess this is a pretty strange choice for Thanksgiving, but in a way, Willie Dixon and Howlin' Wolf do spend some time being grateful in the song, even if it is savoring reckless partying, spending, and "having fun" (read: sex). Though, don't be fooled into thinking this is just a decadent rendition of this standard. Willie understood more than anyone the fine line between "sexual" and "menacing" in blues music, and he totally capitalized it here by perfectly tight roping across that line. Although Willie Dixon's spoken-word section exudes sleaziness, Wolf's shredding delivery right after makes it unexpectedly creepy, as if Willie's carnal urges have allowed his demons to overtake their host and transform him into a terrifying beast. I have no idea if they intended this effect, but the slow build-up of this contrast was truly genius.

Yet, the star of the show here for me is still the great Hubert Sumlin. He adds an incredible amount of sonic depth to the song through all the juicy guitar licks he throws in. Just hear that absolutely poisonous sound he gets around 0:46. Dear god! Electric blues simply does not get more intoxicating than that. His mastery of tone and suspense was simply unparalleled, and when combined with Wolf's glass-shattering voice and a gritty, powerful rhythm section, you get yourself a band capable of churning out an endless run of classics. Treat yourself to this delightfully skin-crawling masterpiece, and no, that's not an oxymoron when it comes to blues of this caliber.

Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Song of the Day #19: Bennie and the Jets

 Bennie and the Jets - Elton John

Song of the Day #19




I hate to start out a review saying "what else is there to say?", but in this case, I don't really have a choice. It's one of those great anthemic songs that's so elegantly simple that it defies analysis. It has the exact same role in Goodbye Yellow Brick Road that "Starman" had in Ziggy Stardust: even if it isn't the deepest song of the album, both songs harness some of the spiritual fervor of the anthems surrounding them to turn their sing-a-longy choruses into powerful assets. Besides, when you got Bowie and Elton in a more introspective mood, it will always work wonders regardless if the song is any good. Yeah yeah, I know the song is supposed to be a satire of glitzy 70s music culture, but the song didn't sell 2 million copies because of Taupin's lyrics (sorry Bernie, you know it's true). We're too busy digging into that intoxicating chorus together with Elton's steady but pounding piano playing, and it's really damn hard to mess up a song if you got both of those. So, deny the song's greatness all of you want hipsters, go ahead and hear it again: no, you haven't heard this enough times.

Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Song of the Day #18: 2 + 2 = ? - Bob Seger System

 2 + 2 = ? - Bob Seger System

Song of the Day #18




If there is a song that can make you go "hold up, THEY made that?", it's this one. Bob Seger is pretty much at the rock bottom of my musical interests, not finding his overtly populist approach to rock music appealing at all. Maybe I haven't given him much of a chance, but "Night Moves" just sounds dull to me, and "Old Time Rock & Roll" can really turn the milk sour. Yet, such was the artistically-fertile spirit of the late 60s that everybody was falling under the psychedelic spell (even Keith Richards couldn't resist!), and in this era of boundless opportunity, a guy like Bob Seger could put out a tough-edged classic about the cruelties of the Vietnam War. Listen to this back to back with  Seger's future "Rock and Roll Never Forgets," and you'll be convinced that there was something magical in the air back then that has never been truly recaptured.

Despite its strong counterculture spirit, the first thing you'll notice about "2 + 2 = ?" is that this sounds incredibly heavy for its time as far as 60s garage rock goes. There are barely any songs on the Nuggets compilations that could match this triple attack of its throbbing basslines, heavy drum pummel, and scorching riff. If it wasn't for the gritty production values and psychedelic influences, it would be easy to mistake it for a 70s hard-rocker. Under such a ferocious musical backing, Seger rose up to the task, channeling the collective rage of young America so deeply it must have echoed within his bone marrow. He sings with such blazing intensity that he burns the song's raw, crude lyrics into your memory, but he never loses control of the song, maintaining a balance of seriousness and passion that is incredibly hard to achieve. This is simply one of the fieriest statements of its epoch, a powerhouse overflowing with so much raw confidence and fearless drive that it's almost terrifying. Intelligent critiques on the cruelties of war are a dime a dozen these days, but emotionally-crushing songs like these? Absolutely priceless. Be sure to give this song a good listen before completely writing off Bob's career: it might stir you up enough to become a major revolutionary yourself.

Monday, November 21, 2022

Song of the Day #17: All I Have To Do Is Dream - The Everly Brothers

 All I Have To Do Is Dream - The Everly Brothers

Song of the Day #17




Even if you have a fierce rock 'n' roll heart like mine, it's hard to deny that this doesn't deserve to be their defining song. It may not be as exciting as "Wake Up Little Susie" or a dense sonic attack of piercing harmonies like "Maybe Tomorrow," but in terms of songwriting, it's absolutely the finest composition the duo ever performed, the song that launched a thousand ships. Truly, I can imagine young Brian Wilson and Rod Argent both sitting around their record players falling under the spell of this mesmerizing masterpiece.

Though, it's really a testament to Phil and Don's greatness that much of the song's dreamy atmosphere comes from the way they sing it. They fully understood they couldn't make their harmonies as sharp and playful as usual, so they mellow down their sound to produce some of the sweetest, most delicate vocals of their career. Yet, their performing creativity was hardly on the back burner. The brothers give each and every verse a lovely vocal twist, whether it be a steady rise-and-fall or elongating and accentuating certain words. Aren't those sinking notes at the end of "I can make you mine / taste your lips of wine" just precious? Don't those back-and-forth sways on "whenever I want you" sound sublime? These brilliant phrasings alone provide such a lush, gorgeous feel that an orchestral arrangement could have only spoiled the song's elegant, regal nature (and if you aren't convinced, give the Roy Orbison cover a listen: not bad at all, but not living up to this greatness). Thank god the label recognized that and instead provided the perfect finishing touch: the shimmering guitar licks of Chet Atkins, perfect for such a heavenly song as this one. 

What else can I say? It's simply one of the most beautiful products to come out of the whole 50s rock 'n' roll scene, sounding refreshingly beautiful in comparison to so many contrived attempts at creating beauty today. Of course, no production tricks or technological advancement could recreate their unique vocal magic, a trait that made their greatest shine bright and their weakest at least tolerable. Indeed, this is one of those songs that every aspiring artist should hear, if only to understand how much the strength of a delivery can define the greatness of a song.

Sunday, November 20, 2022

Song of the Day #16: High - The Cure

 High - The Cure

Song of the Day #16




The same silky intro, spacious sound, and placement on Wish give the impression that "High" will be a rewrite of "Pictures of You," and while it doesn't reach the magnificent heights of that masterpiece (what can?), it is still a great song in its own right. I don't buy any of the accusations of Robert selling out in 1992: Wish was an attempt at exploring more dimensions of the sound he created on Disintegration, and why not explore some of the lighter, more cheery sides of life? Anyways, despite the reputation Disintegration has, it had many moments of life-affirming beauty to contrast Robert's typical gloominess, and on Wish, he tries much more often to focus on the former.

There are so many things to love about this song. Its lovely melody flows with seamless perfection, especially when boasting such intricate and beautiful arrangments and production. Though unlike past Cure classics, its grand sound feels surprisingly warm and friendly, the main riff communicating tender affection rather than romantic sadness. My favorite part is all of those delicious rhyming verses: who can resist lines as cute as "when I see you sticky as lips / as licky as trips" or "when I see you kitten as a cat / as smitten as that?" Yet, this song is very clearly not a fluffy throwaway. The best part about classic Cure is that Robert works hard to find the perfect sonic angle for each song, so even if Robert won't blow your mind compositionally, he will always touch you with the gorgeousness of the sound he makes. So let yourself go and enjoy perfect pop songs like "Friday I'm In Love," "A Letter To Elise," and this one: they really deserve all the love they get.

Saturday, November 19, 2022

Song of the Day #15: Higher And Higher - Jackie Wilson

 Higher and Higher - Jackie Wilson

Song of the Day #15




Most of the time, an artist's most popular song is not their greatest. Sometimes their best song was never released as a single, and sometimes their most serious work was too emotionally powerful for most audiences to recognize it. But in the case of Jackie Wilson, the public got it exactly fucking right. Jackie Wilson is a very underrated R&B great, boasting a set of pipes that few can match in its dynamic power. He's got a long list of classics, but this song is simply one of those transcendent, untouchable masterpieces that define the power of the genre for me. As great as "Reet Petite" and "Lonely Teardrops" are, nothing can compete with the monumental nature of this recording.

Though, it is through the context of these earlier hits that this performance truly blows me away. In his 50s prime, he would wield his voice as a sonic weapon, using it to annihilate you when you least expected it. This would make his songs, torch ballads or danceable R&B grooves, truly electrifying, but it also came at the cost of adding a bit of subtlety and complexity. Naturally, a flashy showman like Jackie doesn't need that to succeed, but with growing older and maturer, a bit more soulful depth was going to creep into his songs.

With this performance, he pulled off the impossible: retaining his vocal pyrotechnics but reaching far, far deeper than he ever had before. He launched his trademark vocal missiles high into the sky, but there are these delicate little pauses between each line as if he had to take a moment to collect himself before laying it all bare. Despite how aerobic and graceful the song is, he almost sounds strung out in those verses, delivering them with more heartbreaking vulnerability than is expected from him. When that tear-inducing summit is reached at the chorus when Jackie ascends to a heavenly state with the sustained orchestral note, you can tell his explosive vocal punch is now being used to attain catharsis rather than merely stun a crowd. With its rhythmic perfection and sun-drenched riff, it's simply one of the rawest statements of the power of love ever put to tape, transcending mere sexual attraction towards it being our primary spiritual life-giver.

Songs like this are why I get very defensive and frustrated when people write off soul music as too entertainment-oriented and not as serious as genres like rock, jazz, and classical. Sure, it may not be very complex compositionally, and many of its best representatives weren't musical visionaries or genius songwriters. Yet, soul music can do what no other genre can do: express the total range of human emotions in the rawest form possible. Rather than dance around a point with symbolism and artsy pretensions, a great soul song goes straight to the point, unveiling the depths of the human soul through the sheer expressivity of a vocal performance. Above all, soul music is who we are as people, showing us how to feel, love, and enjoy the world around us. "Higher and Higher" is when Jackie Wilson understood that a soul singer's purpose is to interpret the human spirit, and it's a testament to his greatness that it became a staple of our culture, sounding just as vital and heartstoppingly beautiful as it did in the 60s. At least for me, when I struggle to find meaning in life, this song is a faithful companion of mine, reminding me life is beautiful because we share it with others.

Friday, November 18, 2022

Song of the Day #14: America - Simon & Garfunkel

 America - Simon & Garfunkel

Song of the Day #14




Songs like this are the reason why meaningful art is almost a necessity for a healthy lifestyle. Although we like to think we exactly see and understand the real world in its truest condition, the truth is plenty view their world through their own personal lenses, similar to reality but malleable to our emotions. However, it's almost impossible to convey our often abstract interpretations of the world in words, which is why we need more emotional forms of expression like visual art, music, and others to do the job. For a sensitive, introverted guy like Paul Simon, this form of expression is the only way he could express what he sees and how he feels about the greater state of affairs in the turbulent '60s.

Because this song is not an ordinary chronicle of a road trip through America the boundless land of opportunity. It's a series of psychological impressions of that trip, merely snapshots of what was going on focusing much more on the feelings that came with it. There's a bitterness to certain moments in the quieter verses (especially when he exclaims "I'm empty and aching and don't know why") that expresses, at a raw level, a feeling of collective pain and fear he was absorbing from those around him in such a time of paranoia and confusion. Yet, it's completely drowned out by the production richness of their Bookends sound, layered with harmonies, psychedelic organs, and whispy acoustic guitars. It gives the main verses a truly dream-like feel, Paul escaping by engulfing himself in the vastness of his fantasies. The song swells up to its chorus is almost a cathartic victory, where he can escape the chaos around him by looking forward and immersing himself in what has remained beautiful. 

Even though it's unclear the circumstances of his adventure, it focuses on what was more important to him. When looking back at our past, it is always through how we felt, and songs like this capture why that aspect of our memories is so critical in understanding who we are as people. It's the most psychedelic the band ever got, but it is a personal, introspective use of the trend to add the necessary psychological depth to take a song to a whole new plane of existence. Still sounding unbelievably fresh and awe-inspiring today, this is a song everybody needs to hear.

Talking Book's 50th Anniversary

Album Anniversaries: 50 Years Later, Stevie Wonder’s 'Talking Book' Remains Both Visionary and Heart-wrenchingly Beautiful

Stevie Wonder may have always been R&B’s great innovator, but his first era-defining album transformed him into something more —  an introspective and personal artist.



Photo courtesy of Chris Walter

Sometimes, the greatest signs of musical genius are not in grandiose ambitions but in the subtle, humble, and personal. Stevie Wonder’s Talking Book certainly isn’t an album that imposes itself on anyone. Compared to the extravagance of its ‘70s pop culture contemporaries, Talking Book sounds positively meek in its modesty. The album is almost entirely filled with unpretentious love songs, a much narrower scope than expected from such a revered genius. He expresses his goals succinctly on the original vinyl sleeve, containing a message exclusively in Braille that translated to “Here is my music. It is all I have to tell you how I feel. Know that your love keeps my love strong.” Despite its humble nature, Talking Book is unanimously considered one of the greatest albums of all time, with “Superstition” and “Sunshine of My Life” remaining radio staples and boasting millions of Spotify listeners.

To understand the secret behind the lasting power of such an unassuming record, one needs to recognize its place in Stevie Wonder’s career. For the first decade of his career, he possessed almost no artistic freedom. Signed onto a ten-year contract with the Motown label, 11-year-old Stevie quickly became a part of the label’s music mass-production system. Although he co-wrote many of his biggest hits, he was unable to create music with his independent vision, forced into a box under Motown’s rigid formulae, songwriting teams, and commercially-oriented singles. 

Soon enough, Stevie's thirst for freedom would be quenched. On his 21st birthday, he signed a new contract with Motown that gave him more financial compensation and artistic autonomy than ever before. Now, he could play, write/produce, and guide the direction of his albums. With this newly-obtained freedom, he recorded Music of My Mind, a trail-blazing R&B masterpiece. Co-produced with synthesizer pioneers Robert Margouleff and Malcolm Cecil, the album utilized the TONTO synthesizer to create unbelievably futuristic soundscapes. Songs like “Superwoman” sounded like nothing else in soul music: it was a touching soul ballad, but you can get lost in the sheer breadth and depth of its sound. With such a visionary album under his belt, his possibilities for future albums were endless.

After such a peak, most artists would continue that experimental route, attempting many more ambitious projects before collapsing under the weight of their pretensions. However, Stevie took a step back and realized he finally had the freedom to express himself. Now that he could display his personality without fear, it would be foolish not to take advantage of it.

Thus, his next album, Talking Book, became his most personal album. If his sprawling opus Songs In The Key of Life was the dictionary of human emotions, this record is a mini-encyclopedia of himself, each one being an intimate, revelatory piece. Yet, unlike most lyric-oriented singer-songwriter albums, he encoded his confessions within the album’s melodies and experimental textures. He was still pushing the boundaries of soul music but within a personal context.


Album Cover courtesy of Tamla Records

This unique approach is what makes an anthem like “I Believe” one of his greatest songs, because the song at its core is really a personal prayer. Yes, it’s a love song, but it displays love as not merely a worldly pleasure but as a life-giver itself, where in our worst times of shattered dreams and worthless years when everything seems unrepairable, only the love within and between people can provide a guiding light of purpose. The chorus functions like a mantra, calling to overcome his pain and sorrow by placing his trust in the love he feels for others. As the chorus repeats with a warm synth backdrop, it almost sounds like Stevie’s soul is rising higher and higher into the heavens, opening his heart to the whole world to heal his wounds and let the love flow through him. It’s very ambitious sonically, but it’s channeled through a tormented spirit, expressing something so simple but incredibly profound.

This troubled conscience is expressed just as effectively in “Blame It On the Sun.” The magic of his confessionals is that Stevie Wonder does not feel emotions with the same magnitude as a regular person. He is a rare individual who almost exclusively felt emotions on a macro level, where his inner happiness or despair was a manifestation of the positive and negative energies he absorbed from people around him. This is why, in this personal expression of overwhelming sadness, he had to utilize such a vast astral sound, where dense harmonies and synth overlays mix with a rich acoustic backing to produce an otherworldly sonic universe. This is Stevie Wonder transforming into a cosmic being, where each tear he sheds ripples and reverberates throughout the whole universe in total unity of feeling. No wonder he blames his sadness on the sun, wind, and trees: he’s so connected to the cosmos that his emotions may as well be governed by supernovas in some distant galaxy billions of miles away.

This universalism is the key reason for “Superstition” remaining an enduring classic. Of course, a big reason is its iconic clavinet riff, building a groove that’s not only infectious and danceable but also deep-cutting and complex. Yet, it stands alone from most dance-oriented funk classics because the song is really a warning call, foreseeing societal self-destructive behaviors from blind attachment to personal dogmas. Yet, the song is not a fiery societal condemnation: it is a sermon where Stevie desperately asks his followers to heed his advice for their own sake. Even with its regular airplay, it's difficult to shake off the feeling of looming danger that it brings every time.

Although these three songs provide the strongest emotional punches, the rest of the album still strikes an ideal balance of ambition justified by introspection. His use of electronic instruments like the TONTO synthesizer and Hohner Clavinet reached maturity in Talking Book, providing an unmatched sonic depth to each song. The glistening riff of “Tuesday Heartbreak,” the soft trickles of keyboard-generated sunbeams on “You’re the Sunshine of My Life,” and the meditative synth-lines of “You And I” are all sublime additions to their gorgeous melodies. Through these songs, you deeply feel who Stevie Wonder is, exploring each unique musical universe he creates and, with time, cherishing everything about them.

This makes Talking Book the greatest proof that meaningful, timelessly great art cannot come from cookbooks nor from sky-high ambitions alone: it must be an honest exploration of the inner workings of the soul. Almost all artists start out with starry-eyed ambitions of becoming artistic giants, but only the greatest ones find inspiration by looking deeply within themselves. Stevie Wonder had every opportunity to sell out or fracture under the weight of his immense talent, but the fact that he chose to undertake this exercise of self-discovery is ultimately what guaranteed his place in musical history. That’s why, even when the 70s have become a distant memory, this humble masterpiece holds up among the public as such a delightful experience. As long as the classic era of R&B remains relevant, Talking Book will serve as a source of inspiration for countless musicians on how to find themselves within their own creations.

Thursday, November 17, 2022

"The Bach of Rock": Professor Longhair’s Virtuosic Genius

 "The Bach of Rock": Professor Longhair’s Virtuosic Genius

How Roy “Professor Longhair” Byrd’s individualistic and experimental piano-playing style revolutionized the New Orleans music scene and paved the way for rock and soul.

Illustrated by Krista McLeod

Musical instruments are not merely noise-making machines: They are conduits into dimensions of musicians’ souls. For many musicians, words fail to express the deeper essence of who they are. Only through art can they directly communicate the complexity of their souls and the emotions they experience. When accomplished musicians play their instruments, they pour out their passions, desires, and fears in front of you. By the end of their performance, they have nothing left to say: They’ve expressed all they possibly could about themselves.

This is what places Roy “Professor Longhair” Byrd, “the Bach of Rock” of New Orleans, among the greatest musicians of his time. Listen to any three-second snippet of him playing piano, and you’ll know it’s him: He combined boogie-woogie, calypso, mambo, and rhumba to create a funky and original style. His performances ooze with jubilation, immediately transporting you into the heart of New Orleans’ vibrant culture. Yet, his experimental style always feels like a natural expression of who he was. When asked about his career, he simply said, “I didn’t know what I was playing, but it sounded good to me.” No wonder that despite his influence on future piano players like Fats Domino, Allen Toussaint, and Randy Newman, none of them could recreate his personalized magic.

Such extraordinary talent can only come through special circumstances. The legend goes that Longhair learned how to play on a beaten-down piano with missing keys he found in an alley, and after performing alongside local players, Longhair was able to develop his distinctive style. His songs would never be simplistic topsy-turvy grooves. Instead, the Louisiana native threw in sudden glissandos, tricky funky rhythms, and random time signature changes to keep you on your toes. He would perform a piano acrobatic show right in front of your eyes. At Longhair’s best, his songs would tell a story, each phrase conveying a different “micro-emotion” that the protagonist (generally himself) feels. As he grew older and gained more jazz influence, his performances only became more elegantly woven tapestries.

However, before exploring his technical performing peak, we need to read the Professor’s textbook: a compilation of his early singles. The issue is that Longhair performed for multiple labels in the 1940s to ‘50s, so there aren’t many compilations that put all his classics in one place. Luckily, he performed quite a bit of material for the Atlantic label, resulting in his most famous singles and eventually the New Orleans Piano compilation. Distill it down to its core songs, and we’re left with some of the highest peaks of New Orleans R&B: “Hey Now Baby,” “Tipitina,” “Hey Little Girl,” and “Mardi Gras In New Orleans.” Each one displays his performing brilliance and his expansive emotional range. These hits are not just songs: they let you step into his mesmerizing musical universe.

Photo courtesy of Alligator Records

“Hey Little Girl” thrusts you into that world immediately, telling the story of Longhair failing to seduce a girl at a bar. You can tell he has had a bit too much to drink by that gutsy, wobbly bassline, almost as if he was tripping with every step. This heaviness is countered with lighter, graceful melody lines that portray his charming, seductive personality. These contrasting elements would sound rather ordinary on their own, but when juxtaposed, they set the stage for Longhair’s tale, where he tries his best to woo the girl but is way too drunk to do so and keeps on fumbling. Each stumble is displayed by the heavy bassline crashing into the lighter main melody, and the climax of his struggle to appear sober comes during the “look what you’re gonna miss” solo, where the heavy and light lines almost brawl against each other. “Hey Little Girl” is a perfect example of Professor Longhair’s narrative genius — his stories are told through all aspects of his music, not just lyrically.

The light, airy elegance of “Hey Now Baby” is the perfect foil to the heavy, earthy grime of “Hey Little Girl.” While the latter was set in a murky tavern, “Hey Now Baby” instead takes place in an elaborate ballroom with an air of sophistication. It’s mind-blowing how perfectly the main melody describes the graceful dance of an elegant ballerina, the riff containing a complex burst of notes within an orderly rhythmic structure. Meanwhile, Longhair’s gruff voice provides a much-needed contrast, highlighting the rift between his rowdy, rough persona and the much classier ladies at this ballroom.

Professor Longhair’s voice is hardly the only way he expresses himself. “Tipitina” exemplifies the epic intros he would eventually perfect. The piano lead lines ebb and flow, turning from playful to moody in a moment’s flash. Even when the vocals begin, he adds small variations to each repetition of the melody to keep it interesting. On his dance tracks like “Ball The Wall” and “In The Night,” he can use his piano to not only provide an exuberant rhythmic backing but actually amplify the wild energy.

Photo courtesy of The 100 Companies LLC

The culmination of his talents is found in his most iconic song, “Mardi Gras In New Orleans.” This song is not simply the anthem of the Mardi Gras festival in New Orleans: it is a celebration of life. That danceable bassline is one of the most exhilarating beats you’ll ever hear, and combined with the steady counterpoint rhythm, it perfectly embodies the Mardi Gras parade. Yet, this is his most personal song as he describes the experience of seeing the festival for the first time with child-like wonder and awe, making its ecstatic nature deeply intimate. It is not just a routine party tune; it is a cathartic expression of joy and excitement.

With greatness abound in these masterpieces, one would think he would be more well-known. Sadly, his style was simply too daring for contemporary white audiences, and while New Orleans artists like Fats Domino, Larry Williams, and Lloyd Price attained commercial success, Longhair could only dream of having the same appeal. This is partially the reason he became disillusioned with the music industry and quit in the 1960s.

Luckily, great art always survives, and he regained prominence after performing at the 1971 New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival, sparking his return to live performing. On his new studio albums Rock N’ Roll Gumbo and Crawfish Fiesta, the seeds of his musical vision finally sprouted. His complex style only became more intricate and memorable on those records, and they hold the re-recorded, definitive versions of “Big Chief,” “Tipitina,” and “Hey Now Baby.” He was even able to Longhairify other genres, like honky-tonk country, rock, blues, and soul, showing how far his vision could reach.

Even if Longhair did not get the full recognition he deserved, his innovations have influenced generations of musicians, recognized universally as the singularity in popular music who always stayed true to his style. His unique style of musical storytelling sounds just as fresh and powerful as it did in the ‘40s and ‘50s, and the history of rock and soul music would look much different without their ancestry containing a bit of Longhair. So, pay a tribute to this forgotten genius by playing “Mardi Gras In New Orleans” at full blast and let that excitement reverberate within your soul. “The Bach of Rock” deserves no less.

Song of the Day #13: I'm Gonna Be A Wheel Someday - Fats Domino

 I'm Gonna Be A Wheel Someday - Fats Domino

Song of the Day #13



Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/track/0Hbptzrke8uM1IfDdWO5wp?si=ceb845e3c41f483f

If you asked me before I heard this song that "would Fats be successful without his piano and horn arrangements?" My answer would be a resounding "no." It's clear that the focal point of his appeal resided in the New Orleans atmosphere brewed by his expressive playing style and thick, heavy arrangements. Yet, the true secret to his magic actually lies in the sheer number of great vocal hooks that are present in his songs. "Please Don't Leave Me?" "Ain't That A Shame?" "Blue Monday?" "I'm Walkin?" "Whole Lotta Loving?" "I'm Ready?" Practically ALL of these manage to capture a memorable vocal melody delivered with his charming personality, and it's hard to imagine him attaining dozens of hit singles without the songwriting giftedness of Fats and Dave Bartholomew.

So, it was easily possible for him to make great music without his typical instrumentation, and "I'm Gonna Be A Wheel Someday" is one of his most successful forays into new musical territory. I didn't like it much at first, but I just had to adjust to the change in style: it's hard to not love those "HEYs" that kick off one of his most entertaining speedy rockers. The way he subtly modulates his voice on the main chorus truly makes the song. The melody itself is absolutely invigorating, but those little emphases on "I'm gonna be a WHEEL someday, I'm gonna be someBODY, I'm gonna be a REAL gone cat" gives the song the necessary jolts it needs to lock into full overdrive. It is lighter and airier than you expect from their regularly hefty sound, but the energy, tightness, and scratchy guitar riff allow the song to stand its ground against Domino's long series of classics. So even though I lament the lack of piano (though here is a good live piano-driven version), this is one hell of a kickass song. Who could play as fast as this back then?

Tuesday, November 15, 2022

Song of the Day #12: You Can Call Me Al - Paul Simon

 You Can Call Me Al - Paul Simon

Song of the Day #12


Apple Music link: https://music.apple.com/us/album/you-can-call-me-al/581741456?i=581741462


It warms my heart to know that this is the most popular song of his whole career. Sure, many fans would hesitate to put it among his best, but it's absolutely pivotal in Paul Simon's catalog, orienting the spiritual purpose of Graceland. Of course, any song that speaks of redemption through the glow of the human spirit will always score points with me. Yet, this song is even more beautiful to me because it is about Paul Simon's emerging through his personal crisis by an awakening of his soul. His declining commercial success, failing marriage, and waning creative energy all thrusted Paul Simon into one of his worst periods. As it goes with personal crises though, it forces you to re-evaluate your purpose in life, and, with time, a rebirth comes. 

The lyrics perfectly document the aimlessness he felt and the paranoia that music helped him overcome. He comes up with all kinds of fears and worst-case scenarios that all seemingly melt away by the grand elation he felt from appreciating the music of South Africa, almost revitalizing his will for life. Truly, this is probably the most upbeat and energetic he's ever been. Throughout his all career, we could only interact with Simon through his own personal world. For the first time, he has opened his heart to the world and is able to celebrate everything he finds wonderful about it. That triumphant riff and danceable bassline signal a whole new beginning for him. That's why this song is so damn uplifting: you are witnessing a man heal himself in musical form and telling you about what he found in the process.

And even if you ignore any of the depth of the song (which many people do, unfortunately), this song is still impossibly catchy. Unbeatable hooks (there are at least 3 great ones here!), perfectly produced, truly shattering bass runs, and a complex but accessible Afro-Caribbean polyrhythmic structure. In the synth-drench sterilized wasteland of 80s pop, an album like Graceland with its vital, powerful African influences and abundance of creativity was an oasis. Yet, the album wouldn't have half of the appeal without its soulful optimism and universalism, and this song shows you how he stumbled upon that spirit in the first place.

And if you haven't watched the music video with Chevy Chase, it's hilariously awesome. You gotta check it out.

Song of the Day #11: 59th Street Bridge Song - Simon & Garfunkel

59th Street Bridge Song - Simon & Garfunkel

Song of the Day #11




This humble little tune truly deserves its popularity among fans and casual listeners. All of Simon & Garfunkel's best songs have solid hooks, but this is easily one of their most subtly infectious. You can't go wrong with their lovely harmonies, but with the song's smooth-flowing vocal melody and Simon's delicate picking, it becomes a perfect slice of pop music.

Of course, the genius of Paul Simon permeates everything he did in his prime, and this song strongly bears the seal of his personality. Even though the title indicates it's about "feeling groovy," it's interesting to see how introverted it is. The song is playful and bouncy, but they give it a very subdued sound, almost whispering out the melody around the quiet guitar trickles. This is not terribly surprising though. At the end of the day, this is still Paul "I Am A Rock" Simon: whether he is bursting with joy or silently weeping, he is unwilling (maybe even afraid) to come out of his personal cocoon. Yet, who's to say Paul Simon ain't occasionally enjoying his isolated state? He's got his books and poetry to protect him, and sometimes, that's enough. This all makes it the perfect "happy lonely" song, grooving alone to a beat in the comfort of your room. And no, that's not as much of a pathetic experience as it seems on paper. If you don't believe me, give the song a listen to change your mind. 

Monday, November 14, 2022

Song of the Day #10: My Love Will Never Die - Otis Rush

 My Love Will Never Die - Otis Rush

Song of the Day #10


Apple Music link: https://music.apple.com/us/album/my-love-will-never-die/1565862930?i=1565863819


Yes, I know, ANOTHER Otis Rush song review. But I can't help it with genius of this caliber. Each and every song he wrote/performed for Cobra is a precious, shining jewel that should be cherished for generations. These are simply some of the most bleeding, heartfelt, and powerful recordings in the history of popular music. All 16 of his songs have heartbreaking vocal performances, scorching guitar work, seriously great songwriting at the hand of two geniuses (the other being Willie Dixon), and constantly innovative approaches to a formulaic genre. Even the goddamn shitty recording quality becomes an asset in this context. Instead, he is almost entirely forgotten by the public, where he STILL has less than 300k listeners on Spotify and is mostly remembered through covers of his songs. If this is not an injustice of the highest order, I have no idea what the hell is.

If all of this praise sounds like exaggerations, go ahead and say it while hearing the first 30 seconds of this absolute masterpiece. Never will there be an intro that can convey more raw pain and anguish, those horns almost screaming out in distress. It has a solemn, funeral-like march, which Otis uses it to make his performance overflowing with desperation. Just hear the way he stretches each verse (especially when he does it on "my love will neeeeeeeeeeeeever dieeeeeeee"), where he really sounds like the mere thought of his lost love makes his whole body tremble. This song is not an expression of inner turmoil: this is an internal thunderstorm, almost morphing into hysteria. Those subtle guitar flourishes add the necessary sonic depth, but it's really all about Otis laying his emotions bare for you. This recording is the most suicidal the blues have ever sounded, where he performs it like his body will lay to waste after this last fiery swan song. 

It is truly an emotionally crushing experience that few pieces of art can compare with, nothing I say will begin to convey what he expresses here. I don't even know if I can recommend it to everyone because it might be too intense for some audiences (no wonder he didn't sell as much as some of his equally talented peers). But when you find yourself in a state of black depression over losing a loved one, this is the song to hear. Otis Rush has been widely imitated and covered, but there is no way anyone can recapture the power of his blood-soaked recordings in the late 50s. Some genius is simply impossible to match.

Sunday, November 13, 2022

Song of the Day #9: Kathy's Song - Simon & Garfunkel

 Kathy's Song - Simon & Garfunkel

Song of the Day #9




I've been listening to so much Simon & Garfunkel recently that almost any of their major songs could have been picked. Yet, somehow among the harrowing "Sounds of Silence," the playful "Leaves That Are Green," and the bittersweet lonerism of "I Am A Rock," this gorgeous gem happened to make the biggest impact on me from Sounds of Silence. It might be slightly harder to crack than "I Am A Rock" or "April Come She Will," but it is just as emotionally striking as either of those. 

Unlike so many folk artists in the 50s-60s, Paul Simon treats folk as an introspective tool rather than some academic exercise. Many hardcore folkies would call this approach "selling out," but who wants to hear a scholarly approach to emotional art? This type of music needs authentic expression to have any meaningful purpose, and it took Dylan, Paul Simon, Jackson C. Frank, and many others to shatter the rigidity of the folk revival in the 60s and set the stage for the singer-songwriter movement.

This bleeding emotional power of Paul Simon's folk songs comes out beautifully in "Kathy's Song," a song written about his then-girlfriend Kathy Chitty. It's probably not an original melody (as it goes with folk music), but the performance and lyrics are what make this song so incredibly treasurable. Supported by the soft trickle of his acoustic guitar, Paul gives one of his most tender and vulnerable performances. If you ever felt Paul Simon to be a bit pedantic (which is understandable), this is the song to dispel the notion: even if the lyrics are literate, Paul sings the song with little pretense. Its gorgeous lyrics feel like honest expressions of his state of mind, a mix of quiet sadness with hints of both hope and anguish about the future (how can someone not feel something from lyrics like this "and from the shelter of my mind / Through the window of my eyes / I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets / To England, where my heart lies" and this "And as I watch the drops of rain / Weave their weary paths and die"). It's a very rich and complex song, showing how much raw talent of his could have been overlooked if not for the late success of "Sounds of Silence." It's absolutely required listening for a rainy day, where you stare out the window and try to make sense of it all. Since the weather is slowly becoming more gloomy, it's a perfect time as any to listen to this melancholic gem.

Saturday, November 12, 2022

Song of the Day #8: I'm Ready - Muddy Waters

I'm Ready - Muddy Waters

Song of the Day #8




Since I've been listening to a lot of 50s Chicago blues recently, this was bound to get a song of the day review, being one of my absolute favorite Muddy songs. In my eyes, only "Hoochie Coochie Man"/"Manish Boy" can truly compete with the sheer cockiness of this tune. I mean, in its main chorus, Muddy literally declares, "I'm ready for you / I hope you're ready for me." He doesn't even give you a goddamn option in this matter: you either like what he's gonna do or you're gonna have to learn to like it. How can anyone be more alpha than that?

Though, if all that was intriguing about the song was Muddy's sexual dominance, I wouldn't hold it in such high regard. Part of the power of the recording is the dark, almost creepy undercurrent to that swagger. The song is so ferocious in spirit that it straddles the line between aggressive sexuality and being downright terrifying. At this point, he doesn't need to play guitar: his voice is so overflowing with charisma that his singing provides the brutal effect required. Every time you hear Muddy suddenly modulate his voice (especially the sharp one on "I'm READY"), you can feel him channeling some deeply sinister energy. The song seems to be about performing something sexually, but in the way he delivers it, he might as well be attempting to murder his lover. Even the cocky verses are enigmatically menacing. "I gotta ax handle pistol on a graveyard frame / That shoots tombstone bullets wearing balls and chain." Doesn't this sound like a weapon the devil would use against his sinners rather than what a mortal macho man would use to scare off his foes? One thing's for sure: when he belts out "I'm been drinking gin like never before," you ought to be scared as shit if he takes another drink.

As with all great Chicago blues recording though, it isn't just about the lead singer. Otis Spann's booming piano riff and the thick bottom sound by the rhythm section make the song unbelievably heavy, making each verse Muddy drops bone-crushing. However, the award of the second-most important instrument goes to Little Walter's harmonica. His fluid performance not only carries the main hook but also gives the song a very hazy feel, almost as if the murderer is approaching but you can't make out where he's coming from. From the rattlesnake-like vibrato on the main chorus to the alarm wail solos, he adds greatly to the tension that Muddy already brings.

Indeed, this song could not hope to be as popular as "Manish Boy." "I'm Ready" is much harder to decipher with its cryptic imagery and its lack of an arch-cocky, catchy riff. Yet, this is no excuse for it not being held as one of Muddy's greatest achievements. Let its aggressive mystique get to you, and once it does, it will kick your ass and creep under your skin like no other. Please, give this masterpiece the many listens it deserves.

Friday, November 11, 2022

Song of the Day #7: This Land Is Your Land - Woody Guthrie

 This Land Is Your Land - Woody Guthrie

Song of the Day #7


Apple Music link: https://music.apple.com/us/album/this-land-is-your-land/125968823?i=125968828


I know, it looks pathetic to even attempt to write about this song. It's been covered, quoted, parodied, and celebrated for almost 8 decades now, and even a lot of Americans who don't know anything about the history of Western popular music probably know this one. It's been canonized on the level of the American national anthem at this point. What more is there to be said?

Well, how many people have actually heard it from the source? The original recording garners only around 13 million listeners on Spotify, which sounds like a lot, but it's really not when you consider how famous it is. And of those listeners, how many of them listen to it for its own merits rather than kowtowing to its cultural significance? Even less I reckon. As far as I know, the only serious discourse around this song is by music critics, everyone else not regarding this as more than a piece of history.

This is a great shame because I think the original recording is stunning. Forget that the melody was partially ripped from "When the World's on Fire." Folk music, and roots genres in general, is much more about personality and performing than compositional talent. Indeed, the reason this song hits so much harder than any other American anthem is that the song doesn't try to be an anthem. At its core, it's just a personal declaration of love for America's natural beauty. The song isn't much more than Woody telling you about his experience with nature and how it made him feel. It's not even a patriotic song: it could have described a personal relationship with any natural landscape. There's a reason that Woody almost called it "God Blessed America for Me," and it's not just because it was written as a response to "God Bless America."

What gets to me the most is the imagery. I mean just read the lyrics of this song. These images are not only descriptions of the American landscape but also encapsulations of the awe and reverence towards the natural world. The personalized emotional lens is what gives the lyrics their magical property: "ribbon of highways," "sparkling sands," and "endless skyway" are all exaggerated descriptions, but when we are head-over-heels in love, those big emotions effectively become our reality. The song may not have the most intricate lyricism, but in this intimate setting, it takes on a very personal context, describing the innate spiritual bond all people feel towards where they come from. I'm sure that's the real reason for its timeless value: it's merely not relevant to an American in the 1940s but to everyone who loves the world in all of its natural glory. Don't merely enjoy this great song as an artifact of the past. Go take a road trip late at night through the highway in the desert and put this song on: I'm sure you'll get what he's talking about.

Thursday, November 10, 2022

Song of the Day #6: Mellow - Elton John

 Mellow - Elton John

Song of the Day #6




I feel a lot of music snobs sometimes feel a bit nervous rating Elton John as a major artistic giant of the 70s because of how easily Elton John could emotionally manipulate his audience to reach his goals. A lot of the time, Elton tries to appeal to the most primitive parts of your senses and intelligence, and when he became more serious, his ambitions elevated to such sky-high levels that you would think the nonchalant piano man would surely fail. On paper, Elton John is the kind of artist who should have been truly awful, which causes many to not even give him a chance. Those people are missing out: his musical genius is such that he is able to use that magical combination of excellent melody-writing, classy musicianship, brute expressiveness, and Taupin's intelligent lyrics to make his music succeed on all accounts. 

Take this song for example. Yes, he's forcing this song to be a big universalist McCartneyesque anthem. Yes, he uses every cliche in the book, from the serious piano intro to the introspective verses to the bombastic chorus. Yes, the song uses repetition to get its point across. And you know what? It really, really works. Every time I hear it, I get swept off my feet by its epic feel, its melody being absolutely gorgeous. I don't know whether this song is sincere at all, but Elton's piano playing and singing are more emotionally affecting than dozens of "bleeding" singer-songwriters. It has the exact same effect as ballads like "Maybe I'm Amazed" or "Hey Jude:" it's hard to tell why those choruses have their soul-nourishing greatness, but boy, do they have a lot of it.

I'm honestly shocked that it wasn't released as a single seeing how much potential it had. Even when discussing Honky Chateau, I never see it brought up as a big highlight. Well, I'm here to say it's every bit as good as anything Elton put out in his golden period, so you got to go right away and hear it: Elton John's career from 1970-1975 is one of those rare, shining cases where artistic genius coincided with commercial success. This song is an example of why Elton's good fortune was absolutely deserved.

Atlantic/Stax Rhythm & Blues: Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere – Joe Morris

Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere – Joe Morris Orchestra Apple Music:   https://music.apple.com/us/album/anytime-anyplace-anywhere-remastered/4398...