Sunday, September 10, 2006
Jeff Buckley, God Bless Him!
Jeff Buckley’s voice makes me weep like a baby. It’s just so fucking beautiful. Three full octave ranges in his voice. At least. I’m listening to the only album he completed almost 10 years after he died, and I can’t believe he’s gone. I remember talking with a friend about him when I was in university a few years ago and she told me how she loved Jeff Buckley and I said to her “It’s terrible what happened,” and she actually looked at me and said “What?” Then I got the painful job of telling her how one of her most favorite singers of all time in the entire world had lost his life when he drowned in a Memphis river. I felt like a complete asshole.
His voice seriously is like an infection. It just stays under your skin and you’re not the same after hearing his songs. After pinching a few of his songs off the Internet I finally bought his Grace CD today and am in the middle of listening to it. I’ve been tearing up every now and again, for the beauty of his voice, for his death which just seems to serve as one of many examples as to how life is far from fair sometimes, and for Hallelujah, the song MTV latched onto when covering the September 11th attacks five years ago. The coverage will soon be relived all over the TVs and the Internet tomorrow. As I lived in Washington D.C. then, I’m really not looking forward to seeing any of the coverage, but I know I’m not a special case. I highly doubt anyone else is, too.
Anyways, my most favorite (so far) Jeff Buckley song, “I Want Someone Badly” isn’t even on this CD. In that song, he just completely bares his soul, stretches his voice high up over the lyrics and the backing vocals which are quite reminiscent of something out of the early 1960s soul groups. I love this song so much because his voice is just oozing with pain, dripping with loneliness and I can totally sympathize with it. I just wish I could emote like that too. Everyone has so much to say, has so many feelings they would like to share but he just does it in a way that is unbelievably articulate and vulnerable and just plain amazing.
I’m a woman obsessed now. I can’t stop playing his songs, even though they make me long for an alternate universe where he has grown older and has made a few more albums and I have seen him in concert. Anyone stumbling onto my small pathetic corner of the Internet, please get away from my page and point your browser in the direction of amazon.com or CDnow.com or whatever else and buy his CD Grace. Don’t be stupid like me and download his songs. BUY HIS CD. Really! You certainly will not regret it.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Skeletons In My Closet (Part 1)
I think I like The Feeling.
This belongs in here as a skeleton in my closet because every time I look at the lead singer, Dan Gillespie Sells, I am strangely reminded of Orlando Bloom, who is really too pretty to do anything but be pretty I think. Dan Gillespie Sells, who is right in the center of the picture, may be talented, which would make him really interesting to me, but then he has this Orlando-esque aura to him (is it only me who sees this?) which unsettles me.
Also, on the band's debut CD, Twelve Stops and Home," a promo sticker which labels The Feeling as a "soft rock" can be found quite prominently on the front of the CD.
Soft rock to me is Chicago. It is Air Supply. In short, it can be nothing that I really like, and I just so happen to find two of the songs I have heard from The Feeling pretty darn catchy.
Am I getting old?
And what sort of band of twenty-somethings embraces the label "soft rock"? They don't have to crank it up to 11, but who really straps on a guitar and yet seemingly wants to be featured on Magic 95.7 or whatever it is?
It really is just because of the whole soft rock thing they've been lumped into (and who knows, maybe it's been unwillingly) that I feel a wee bit embarrassed I like their music.
Come on guys, prove me wrong! When you go on your tour, blow out your amps. Smash a few guitars. Be as un-Neil Diamond as possible! I dare ya!
Friday, September 01, 2006
Musicians I Would Like To Take Out For Dinner (Part 2)
I can’t remember when it was that I became enamored with Paul Westerberg and The Replacements. It might have been during my junior or senior year of high school when I saw the movie Singles, and two of his songs, "Dyslexic Heart" and "Waiting For Somebody" were featured on the soundtrack. It might have been a few years later when I heard his version of Cat Stevens’ “Sunshine” which was featured on the Friends soundtrack.
That Paul Westerberg is far removed from the Paul Westerberg of The Replacements, a band who was notorious for showing up to its own shows past drunk -- as in completely obliterated -- and who would play nothing but a set of cover songs, if they damn well felt like it. Those shows, and unfortunately, I am too young to have even seen The ‘Mats toward the end of their career at the end of the 80s, were legendary -- you’d go and not really know what to expect, in terms of set list or the band’s temperament.
I think The Replacements were never a band wanting to be taken ultra-seriously, as seen in their goofy songs “I Don’t Know” from Pleased to Meet Me and “Gary’s Got a Boner” from Let It Be and in a more subtle way, where they show they are just like any other fan of rock music by covering Kiss’ “Black Diamond” in Let It Be and writing an idolizing love-letter song about one of their rock heroes, “Alex Chilton” on Pleased To Meet Me. They understand very well what it’s like to feel an instant connection to a song, even when you don’t know all the details about it just yet: “I’m in love! What’s that song? I’m in love with that song!”
Another can’t miss song is “The Ledge” also off of Pleased to Meet Me. This is a song about a suicidal man, who is threatening to jump, and Westerberg gives us a look inside his head, where he talks cynically about how the cops have called in his ex-girlfriend to convince him not to jump and how the media have made a circus appear down on the street below, and he seems smugly content that for the first time in his life, he is the focus of someone’s undivided attention. It’s quite apparent what becomes of the person deciding whether to jump. Instead of this being a song of redemption and taking it on the chin when adversity smacks you around, the song ends with a fading scream.
I really like this song because it isn’t one of those “Oh yeah, hold on and life will get better” platitude-type deals. (Remember the old “The World I Know” video from Collective Soul?) I’m sure there are people who stare down from a bridge at the water below or count out a number of pills from a bottle and then snap out of it, wondering what the hell possessed them to think about offing themselves, but there are, of course, those people who go through with their suicidal plans and Westerberg again shows his skills as a writer by making the narrator of this song not an adolescent cliché but very real, and very human.
In short, I think Paul Westerberg is cool because of how well he writes his songs, how funny and heartbreaking he can be at the same time. How he was living a life that seemed to be on the fast-track to self-destruction, but pulled himself out of it, and is now writing songs in a different style that are still quite good.
- Alex Chilton
- Answering Machine
- I Will Dare
- The Ledge
- Love Untold