Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Golden Jukebox: Telstar by the Tornados

From time to time, a few people (my girlfriend in particular) criticize me for caring about songs' lyrics more than their music. That's not true. While I do have a preference for songs that have great lyrics and great music, lyrics no more make a song good than its instrumentation. And while there are certainly a number of songs I love strictly for their lyrical value (because, let's face it: without their poetry, the Dawes are pretty blase`), the same is true for songs that sound amazing, but have purely utilitarian lyrics (*cough*Zepplin*cough). In fact, some of my all time favorite songs have no lyrics at all.

Enter Teslar.


For those who've never heard it, the Tornados' song Telstar is a loud piece of instrumental pop music that dates back to 1962. It was recorded in honor of  theTelstar communications satellite, which was one of the first ever launched by a private company. Why they chose this largely innocuous (at least from a historical perspective) satellite for the title of their signature song, I can't say. But it did't stop the song from becoming a massive hit in the US and UK, where it hit number one on both countries' pop charts. The Tornadoes frontman, Joe Meek, was notorious for his nigh insanity in the recording booth, and the meticulous detail he put into producing his songs (most of which aren't good enough to be very memorable). To create the effect he was going for on Telstar, he employs a number of space agey sound effects and a keyboard instrument called a clavioline that gives the driving beat its celestial property. A steady surf-rock drum roll supports the tune, and Meek adds layers of echo and distortion on top of everything to reflect the scale of the final frontier. The various elements all come together to create a sound that's very futuristic in a 1950s, "Tomorrowland" sort of way.

Using nothing but it's own unique instrumentation, Meek tells a story with Telstar. It starts off with the sound of a rocket blasting off and follows it with a steady, driving drum beat. The clavionline rises along with the drums to transition from act 1, liftoff, to act 2. Act 2 is the breach of the atmosphere, and the clavioline leads the charge, forming the beat that makes up the bulk of the song. The distorted, surf rock guitar replaces it to create a sense of wonderment before the cycle repeats itself. The sounds all increase in volume for the third and final act, in which a vocalist jumps in to add echoing "ooh"s and "Aah"s. As the craft breaks into orbit, the sounds all rise into a crescendo of noise, building an excited, hopeful atmosphere that still manages to retain the rest of the song's awe factor. It finishes with a few rising notes and a fadeout, as if the craft is vanishing into the distance.

This record is the proof of the old saying that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. When I listen to Telstar, it means a great deal more to me than what it represents at face value. With it's lofty, floaty sound effects, there's a real sense of hope and excitement imbibed in this song. At the same time, the wailing clavionline and hint that the thing you're "watching" is disappearing also create an odd atmosphere of sadness. As much as an instrumental track can be "about" anything, this song (to me) is about the start of one journey and the end of another. It is at once a song of adventure and nostalgia.

Often, our impressions of a song reflect the circumstances in which we were introduced to it. Mad Men introduced me to this song. It was played at the end of an episode as the main character flew from New York to California, away from his family and uncertain whether he'd choose to return. I was, at the time, weeks away from my own college graduation: a period in my life which saw my breakup with my college girlfriend, several dramatic changes in my interpersonal relationships and a very intense uncertainty about what would come next for me. It is perhaps because of those particular circumstances that the song brings my life's turning points to mind. To me, this song is graduating college and moving from my hometown to go pursue my political career. It was leaving the company that had given me my first chance to become a real campaign manager. It reminds me of all those times that I left something I loved behind to start the next, exciting chapter of my life.

The greatest beauty of music is its ability to mean something unique to its listeners. To each individual who hears a song, it means something different that can't be duplicated between any two people. And to me, Telstar is a medley of hope, triumph, uncertainty and nostalgia that leaves pang in my heart every time I hear it.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Album Review: Same Trailer, Different Park by Kacey Musgraves



Among my family and friends (though my family more than anything) there's this myth that I don't like country music. Part of this is self inflicted, as I spend an awful lot of time complaining about it. The reality, however, is that I actually quite like country. In fact, my favorite album last year was a country record (I Like to Keep Myself in Pain by Kelly Hogan, to be exact). But while I like Country, I hate the generic, recycled pop that passes for it 90% of the time on radio. The music out of Nashville has devolved into a formulaic genre crowded with bland music, mediocre vocals and tropey songwriting that has justifiably become the butt of a very large national joke. The big labels have taken over the vast majority of the genre, and the only the music from it that gets any sort of publicity is exactly what I'm complaining about. Unless it's specifically pointed out to me (or I'm on one of my occasional alternative country benders), I tend to avoid country music altogether.

So all that being said, I'm glad that Kacey Musgrave's March release Same Trailer, Different Park was brought to my attention. Signed by Mercury Nashville (one of the largest country labels in the world) and a frequent opening act to Miranda Lambert, I had no need whatsoever to pay her any mind. Yet for all my grievances with popular country today, Musgraves album is a very different sort of country record than what typically comes out of that scene.

The record opens not with a bang, but a whimper. Silver Linings is a fairly generic darkest-before-the-dawn type songs with blase` music. On My House, the second track, things begin to pick up. This is where Musgraves music really begins to set itself apart from the pop-country herd. My House is driven not by  barley-there acoustic guitar chords, but by a wailing harmonica that would be more comfortable on a Bob Dylan record than a Taylor Swift one. Other tracks, such as Merry Go Round, Dandelion, Step Off and It is What It Is veer closer to bluegrass than traditional country with banjos, steel guitars and gentle to non-existent percussion leading the way. I Miss You smacks of old, Patsy Cline style honky-tonk while tracks Blowin Smoke and Stupid pack enough of a rock and roll wallop that they would comfortably be called alternative country, were they performed by someone who hadn't already established herself as a pop artist. Even though there are a few fairly generic Nashville twangs on this record, Musgraves does a very good job showcasing the diversity that country music has to offer across the record's 12 tracks. Though it doesn't work with every sound she attempts, her airy, pretty voice does a good job carrying most tunes and establishes her as one of the better singers in her genre.

And there's no. Fucking. Auto-tune.

Though her music is solid, Musgrave's real strength is in her songwriting. On this record, the folksy nostalgia for rural America and Disney style love songs that pollute modern country are replaced by more realistic themes. The track Merry Go 'Round might well be the most poignantly accurate song I've ever heard about life in small town America.

"Mama's hooked on Mary Kay.
Brother's hooked on Mary Jane.Daddy's hooked on Mary two doors down.Mary, Mary quite contrary.We get bored, so, we get married
Just like dust we settled in this town"

Though Musgraves is never hostile towards small towns (which I can only assume, though can't confirm that she grew up in), she ditches the notion that rural Americans are always the best of Americans. Instead, she shines light on the darker underbellies of addiction, isolation and intolerance that exist there right alongside the strong attachments to family and community solidarity typically hyped by country songwriters. In Blowin' Smoke, Musgraves sings from the perspective of a diner waitress gossiping about her coworkers' lives. It exposes another the flip side of rural life: everyone might know you, but that also means that they all know and talk about your business. That her and her coworkers all snark about the girl who leaves town while professing their desires to change their own lots implies a sense of jealousy, made all the more artful because it's never explicitly stated. Some of the themes on this record are strongly reminiscent of Bruce Springsteen's more story driven work: loveless marriages made all too young, decaying small towns and the broken dreams that lie therein.

Of course, that isn't to say that all of the songs here are negative. Step Off is a defiant cry of independence directed toward anyone trying to tie down Musgrave's sense of freedom. The aptly named, It is What it Is relates a couple inexplicably drawn to each other in spite of all the reasons they shouldn't be. And one of the album's more impressive lyrical tracks, Follow Your Arrows, encourages listeners to follow their hearts in spite of the judgement of others. "Just 'cause you can't beat em, don't mean you should join em." The album says of drinking, following ones faith, and even generally speaking one's mind. Refreshingly, Musgraves bucks the anti-feminist, machismo thinking that dominates much of the scene when she even encourages her listeners to follow whatever sexual impulses they have: single, married, gay or straight. 

This record is by no means perfect. There are times when it sounds a bit generic, or when Musgraves's exceptional songwriting fails her. But overall, this is a fantastic album that really showcases what the genre can be at its finest. Musgrave demonstrates skill at crafting a variety of musical composition, and a passion for songwriting that makes her one of the best storytellers in music today, country or otherwise. Same Trailer, Different Park is a solid album that I would recommend both for country listeners, and rock fans more skeptical of the genre.

Track List
1Silver Lining3:51
2My House2:42
3Merry Go 'Round3:29
4Dandelion3:04
5Blowin' Smoke3:09
6I Miss You3:50
7Step Off3:03
8Back On the Map4:06
9Keep It To Yourself3:17
10Stupid2:39
11Follow Your Arrow3:21
12It Is What It Is3:46

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Golden Jukebox: Life is Long by David Byrne & Brian Eno

This is my first Golden Jukebox entry. Think of it as a playlist of nothing but my favorite songs. Here you'll find exactly what you'd expect: the song and why it means so much to me. I chose thing one in particular to create a contrast with my entry the other day. Where Murder Ballads is a dark, sorrowful record, Life is Long is about as uplifting as music gets.


If you intend to read this blog with any sort of regularity, you are going to hear a lot about David Byrne. Whether it's his work in the Talking Heads, his solo material or collaborations with any one of the numerous artists he's recorded with over the years, the man has proven himself to be a genius time and time again. Speaking in terms of personal tastes, he's my favorite artist still recording today, and there is very little of his material that I don't cherish in one way or another.

Back in August of 2008, he recorded the album Everything that Happens will Happen Today with composer Brian Eno (There second collaboration, after 1981's My Life in a Bush of Ghosts). At the time, Byrne lived in America and his hand was very much on its pulse. Ongoing wars, a divisive election, a looming economic meltdown (which would come to its head mere weeks after the album's release) and a general dissatisfaction with the state of affairs is what he saw. In response, he and Eno set out to write what they like to describe as an "electronic gospel" record. They meant to deliver a hopeful, uplifting record for the troubled times.

And did they ever.

Everything That Happens Will Happen Today is a beautiful record that touts the healing that people can find in one another. And although it's not the title track, Life is Long embodies the spirit of the album more than any other. The opening lines, in particular, sum it up best.

"Everybody says that the living is easy
I can barely see, 'cause my head's in the way
Tigers walk behind me
They are to remind me
That I'm lost, but I'm not afraid"

In itself, the opening of the song is a brilliant statement of hope. It's too often true that the one thing keeping us from happiness is the meddling of our own minds. And even though the way forward might not be clear, the right frame of mind can allow us to face it bravely and content ourselves with our blessings. The "chains and bars" that Byrne sings of are the worldly obstacles that life places in our paths, but in spite of them, freedom can remain in heart if one chooses simply to share life with others. Toward the end of the track, during one of the "refrains", Byrne describes the ability to say "those three little words" as being enough to hold back the troubled water around him. The theme (essentially love conquers all) is hardly a new one, but it's stated in a more elegant, honest way than many have been able to. Love in others isn't simply all you need, as the Beatles might have you believe, but it is enough to sustain one's personal wellness. It's enough to lengthen and strengthen life beyond what it can appear at face value. And it can certainly help ward off the dread that can seep in when the world throws its inevitable curve-balls.

 It's a comforting message, and Byrne's vocals sell it beautifully. Never in his career has he sounded better, or more earnest than he does in this song. Typically known for being flat, pitched and minimalist (particularly in his performances with the Talking Heads), he really opens up on this record to pour his heart out. It lends an emotional reverence to this song in particular, and helps drive home the meaning of his words. I believe that  he's dreaming a world, because he sounds so passionate about it. I believe that he's still free because of the elation in his voice. Byrne isn't given enough credit for his vocal range, and while this is not a traditional gospel recording by any means, he delivers it with all the enthusiasm of a reverend singing with his flock.

Of course, the lyrics and vocals are doing half of the work in this song. Backing them up is Brian Eno's brilliant composition. As is typical Eno, it's occasionally difficult to discern exactly what instrument you're hearing at any given time. But despite the obfuscation of sounds, they all come together in an uplifting, ethereal cacophony. This is big, harmonic, powerful cathedral-style gospel music with a modern twist that only a mind like Eno could have concocted. The way he layers Byrne's vocals on the refrain creates an almost choral echo that compliments the lyrics' message of the power in human oneness.

I often (lovingly) joke that David Byrne is a space alien. In much of his body of work, he seems almost like a fascinated outsider looking in at the curious interactions that man-things have with one another. But in this song, he displays an understanding of love's power to lift us above life's hurdles that can only, truly be expressed by someone who's experienced it for himself. The world is hard on us sometimes. Jobs disappear, money grows scarce, people get sick and friends drift away. All of these things have happened to each of us at one point or another, but we keep on going because we know it gets better. And it gets better because, at the end of the day, the best thing people have going for them is that we can connect with other people. We share our lives, grow close and come to depend on one another. Life is Long celebrates that bond we all share, and does it well. That's why it will always be one of my favorites.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Golden Records: Murder Ballads by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

This will be my first entry of a series. The goal of the Golden Record Collection is to provide my thoughts on some of my all time favorite albums. Think of it as my own personal pantheon. I'll give an overview of the record and talk about a few of my favorite tracks from it.

The first record entering the pantheon is a fairly recent discovery for me (and all my friends know it, because I won't shut up about the thing). 


Album: Murder Ballads
Artist: Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
Year: 1996
Label: Mute Records

Nick Cave has always had a flair for both the theatrical and the macabre. He's also a fabulous storyteller. So it's no surprise that critics often speak of this album as the one he always wanted to make. Whether or not that's true, I can't say. What I can say is that it is a fantastic record.

As you might be able to guess, this album is a collection of songs detailing one form of murder or another. Some tracks, such as The Curse of Millhaven or O'Malley's Bar detail violent rampages while tracks like Where the Wild Roses Grow are more intimate tales of a single life taken. The total death count on this album is 65, which is impressive, because there are only ten tracks across which that toll is taken. Though all the tracks are macabre, not all of them are morose. Throughout the album's 58 minute run time, there are expressions of mourning, darkness and sexualized violence along with romance, hope and even humor (bloodstained though they are).

 It's obvious that Cave went to great pains to build themes. The beauty of this record is more than just its storytelling. Each song could certainly stand on its own as an interesting poem, but this album's strength is in its use of its own medium. The music backing the lyrics sets the atmosphere just as much (if not more) than the lyrics themselves, and every track has its own, distinctive atmosphere.

It can safely be said that the album's ballads are split into two distinct categories: songs about the killers and songs about the victims. The atmosphere Cave builds for the killers' ballads entirely depends on the gravity with which he chooses to treat their crimes. The opening track, Song of Joy, tells the story of a tortured wanderer, haunted by the murder of his family (that he may or may not have been the perpetrator of). This is driven by a heavy piano lifted straight from a horror film, a pounding drum line and Cave's own deep, sinister voice. They all come together to create a desolate, disquieting ballad that perfectly befits the tale of woe told by the aimless narrator. In a sharp contrast, the next track over is Cave's take on the blues classic Stagger Lee (or Stack O' Lee, if you're really old school). Where Song of Joy in mournful, Stagger Lee features a distorted electric guitar and saloon style piano punctuating Cave's wild, swearing, exaggerated vocals. The song feels almost humorous in its over-the-top delivery and language (I've never heard a song set in 1932 use the word "motherfucker" so liberally). A step further on the path of insanity is The Curse of Millhaven; a ballad about a pretty young girl who just happens to enjoy murdering her fellow townsfolk by the score. The most upbeat track on the album by far, the story of Lottie is seven minutes of swinging, gleeful, distilled madness that is wildly entertaining for all the same reasons that a show like Dexter is.

When Cave turns his focus on the victims of violence, however, he strikes a much more somber and remorseful tone. The Kindness of Strangers, a tragic tale of a young girl's murder at the hands of a travelling companion, employs a classical piano fit for a funeral parlor. With its weeping violin, acoustic guitar and piano, Where the Wild Roses Grow feels like a lift from the death scene of a major movie. Perhaps the most artfully told tale on the album, the song is a duet in which Cave plays an obsessive but charming psycho looking to murder a thing of beauty, and Kylie Minogue sings for the smitten young woman who falls for him, oblivious as to what she's gotten herself into. The switching of perspectives and the contrast between the foreboding and innocence in the singers' respective voices creates a tragedy worthy of a film itself. The fact that it was the most successful single not just from the album, but of the band's entire career speaks volumes about beauty with which it is presented.

The closing track, one of my favorites, is a hopeful medley of the Bob Dylan tune, Death is not the End. Stars are abound as Kylie Minogue, PJ Harvey and Shane MacGowan all join in to add some much needed catharsis to the end of the record. It serves as sort of a gentle reminder of the possibilities that lie beyond death (if you believe in such a thing). It's a comforting notion to throw at the end of an extremely dark record. Nobody even dies in it!

If more people had heard it, I'm sure this would be a highly divisive record. Many who listen to it will find it too disturbing to tolerate. Others might find it hammy and ridiculous. I personally think it's a fascinating use of rock and roll as a literary medium. This albums is a masterpiece in theming, whether you find the package writ large to be revolting or not. That the album feels so cohesive when so many competing emotions and moods are at play is a testament to the care that was put into crafting it. Murder Ballads is not just a collection of songs about death, but a theatrical experience that rivals even the most deliberate rock operas. It's one of the most unique and colorful records I've ever had the pleasure of listening to, and a worthy addition to my collection of must have albums.

Track List
  1. "Song of Joy" – 6:47
  2. "Stagger Lee" – 5:15 
  3. "Henry Lee"  – 3:58
  4. "Lovely Creature" – 4:13 
  5. "Where the Wild Roses Grow" – 3:57
  6. "The Curse of Millhaven" – 6:55
  7. "The Kindness of Strangers" – 4:39
  8. "Crow Jane" – 4:14 
  9. "O'Malley's Bar" – 14:28
  10. "Death Is Not the End" – 4:26 
* - Track Picks

Re-purposing the Blog

When I initially created this blog two years ago, the goal was to make it almost a journal where I used music to segway into my real life. I never did any posts like that, and there a couple reasons for it. First, it can be whiny as Hell, and I'm just not that person anymore. And probably even more than that, it turns out that writing blog posts like that was too fucking hard anyway. On top of that, when I just try to approach an endeavor like this without some kind of schedule, it simply falls by the wayside.

From here on I'm going to re-purpose this blog. I'm going to make a post about music once every two days (or at least I'll try to). Sometimes, it'll be a post about a song or record I can't live without. Sometimes it'll be a review of an album, or my general thoughts on an artist or genre. I might even start putting my notorious monthly playlists up here. One way or the other, I'm going to start using this regularly, and to simply talk about music rather than try to tailor some custom theme to it.