A Small Victory For the Axis of Evil

For some reason which I cannot begin to understand, a man has tried to sue the world’s worst living person, Kid Rock, not for being an incredibly misogynistic bastard, for tarnishing America’s image abroad, or even simply being a waste of precious oxygen.  No, this poor fool has attempted, and failed, to sue Mr. Rock for [shaking my head] stealing his song.

You read right – Troy Landry of Louisiana “sued Atlantic Recording Corp., Kid Rock (whose real name is Robert Ritchie) and others in 2004, claiming an 8-second portion of Kid Rock’s ‘Somebody’s Gotta Feel This,’ featured in a beer commercial, was ‘strikingly or substantially similar’ to songs Landry released on a 1994 record.”  Judge Mary Ann Vial Lemmon ruled in favor of the defendant today.

No doubt the beer referenced was Coors, which is already on my Axis of Evil, not only for choosing Mr. Rock as their spokesbastard, but for referring to him as “an American hero” in a written response to my anti-Rock manifesto of 2002.

Still, I cannot understand why any self-respecting songwriter would debase himself by publicizing a plausible connection between his own work and that of such a feculent ass clown as Kid Rock.  It would be as if the most offensive hard core pornographic motion picture of all time contained amongst the filth some plot element that you had once thought of yourself.  Suing would only draw a permanent link between your name and the aforementioned smut.

And to lose in the end?  I pity you, Mr. Landry.

War on Christmas, Part One

Christmas LightsThose who know me well may know of my particular dislike of certain Christmas songs–and I make clear distinctions between Christmas songs and Christmas carols–and my growing bemusement at the annual crop of disdainful new recordings of standard holiday fare by talentless singers and “recording artists”. In intend to probe deeper into that topic in a future post as part of my War on Christmas series, as well as give a rundown of this season’s favorite melodies. But today I will discuss something else entirely.

Lately (read: this afternoon) I have given some thought to an unfortunate tendency in popular music–even beyond the songs of the Christmas season–to jettison many a lovely preamble, i.e., the generally freer-flowing passage formerly included in many fantastic songs of old, especially standards. A perfect example is the seldom heard preamble to “I’ll Be Seeing You”, which is sung here by Tony Bennett:

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Many, if not most performers, do not sing that introduction, which is a terrible shame. It adds so much to the entire composition. Imagine how less impressive “If I Fell” would be if it began thusly:

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Even when they are not so inspired, preambles still add something special to a song, by framing the melody of the verse between the introduction and the bridge. Consider this well known tune sung by former president James Taylor:

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Sometimes, however, a regularly omitted preamble is so wonderful and so integral to the overall melodic and narrative arc of a song, that dispensing with it is a crime. “I’ll Be Seeing You” above is such an example, and so is “What Are You Doing New Year’s”:

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Can you see how much that adds to an already good song? It gives it another melancholic dimension altogether that it lacks when a singer begins with the first verse alone. I can understand how it has come to pass that nobody sings more than the chorus of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame”, even though the verses offer the essential story the more tuneful chorus lacks. But I cannot understand why many songs–including some prominent Christmas songs–are so frequently performed in such thoughtless arrangements.

Next time: what’s wrong with “Sleigh Ride”.