Like Prisoners All Our Lives, Part Two

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Like Prisoners All Our Lives

The latest post on backstreets.com begins: “You gotta be there.  Every time.  Every time Bruce Springsteen is in town, you gotta be there”.

I know that, and I do my best.  I just learned that the E Street Band has added a Tampa date this fall, and I will be there no matter what.  But, even if the band played six straight days in Tampa, I’d have to go to each show, because you don’t know when it’s going to happen.  What do I mean by “it”?   Let’s review some history.

During the 1978 Darkness tour, Springsteen began inserting a long, improvised interlude into “Backstreets” following the last verse.  The sequence generally featured Bruce singing over Roy Bittan’s piano, telling a story about a girl he used to meet in an abandoned car in an open field on the edge of town.  “Baby, I remember you”, was how he generally began the interlude which came to be known as “Sad Eyes”.  As the Darkness tour progressed, the “Sad Eyes” interlude became more elaborate, until one night he sang, “back then I swore I’d drive all night”.  Roy Bittan, at that point, was playing a I-IV-V progression.  When The River appeared two years later, “Drive All Night” was the second to last track on the Side Two of the second disc, just before “Wreck on the Highway”.  “Drive All Night” is over eight minutes long, and was played at only a handful of shows on the River tour, and seldom heard after.  That brings us to July 21, 2009 in Torino.

From backstreets.com:

When the band broke into “Raise Your Hand” to let Bruce collect signs for requests, three identical, sealed and numbered envelopes reached the stage. Inside, the first one says “Drive All Night.” Bruce shakes his head; “naah, too difficult and long,” he seems to say, while the crowd dives into visible desperation. Envelope 2, the paper inside says “Drive All Night” once again. The trick is almost revealed, so when Bruce opens envelope 3 everybody is screaming—and needless to say, marked in black is “Drive All Night”—and a collective dream comes true. In a show really close to perfection (every musical ingredient is there, almost every Bruce topic woven through the setlist), “Drive All Night” is a brilliant example of how the art and magic of Bruce Springsteen not only lies in what the audience usually gets, but resides as well in what it may not get. A majestic song like that might stay unrevealed in an envelope that Bruce may not pluck nor open. This is why you should always be there, every time he plays, if you can.

At the show I saw in 2008, a handwritten poster requesting “Drive All Night” went unfulfilled.  I can’t complain, since I got “Jungleland” instead (in a show which also included “Turn, Turn, Turn” with Roger McGuinn).  But if I could hear “Drive All Night” live this fall, I’d be a happy man.

Breakin’ Rocks in the Hot Sun

The Working on a Dream tour has been going strong for more than six months.  The E Street Band has been in Europe since May, and just like he did during the Magic tour, Bruce Springsteen is taking requests.  The procedure is simple: bring a handwritten sign into the pit, hold it aloft, and, if you’re lucky, the band will play your tune.  Obviously, savvy fans don’t request “Born to Run” or “Badlands”; those are going to be played anyway.  Rather, you see signs for “The Price You Pay”, “Candy’s Room”, and “E Street Shuffle”.  At the last show I attended, I was sad that he ignored the sign that read “Drive All Night”, but thrilled when he grabbed one requesting “Jungleland”.

As you can see on the autograph setlists, Springsteen leaves a few open slots for audience requests.  The most recent trend has been to request covers.  The E Street Band is as good as any bar band, and it’s fascinating to see what kind of tunes people ask for.  Yes, there are some unusual ones, like “London Calling”, “I’m Bad, I’m Nationwide”, and “My Generation”.  But there are others that make a lot of sense, like “Pretty Woman”, “Louie, Louie”, and “Mountain of Love”.  Last week in Bern, he grabbed a fan’s sign, and played “I Fought the Law”.  Watch the video, and notice how well the band pulls this one out.  Bruce takes the sign, calls out a key, and continues to give cues (“Bridge!” or “I think there’s a solo!”) when appropriate.  Max even remembers the “six gun” fill.  It’s pretty good for being a request.

Bombadil, Part Two

The Best CD I've Heard in a Decade Bombadil: Tarpits and Canyonlands – Ramseur Records 2729

For many people, I suppose, music is an evolving art, and what suits the taste is what is new and “relevant”.  I am not one of those people.  I don’t dispute that music evolves.  On the contrary, I have made it my profession to know how music has changed over time, and what those slow, incremental changes sound like.  But I don’t care what is current or popular.  Indeed, my favorite piece of music of all time was first presented in 1721, and my favorite piece of popular music was written over thirty years ago.  Music, to me, needn’t be modern.  It needn’t even be relevant to my own experience.  But sometimes it is both, and those are happy occasions.  Bombadil’s new album, Tarpits and Canyonlands, is such a record.

Tarpits and Canyonlands explores one major theme: marriage.  It isn’t difficult to imagine how the band arrived at this concept.  The members all seem to be around the age when marriage is the thing to do.  At their Gainesville show this spring, there was a handwritten note on the electric piano which read, “Just Married”.  I am no longer a newlywed, which makes this album especially relevant, since one question prominently asked is, “What lies beyond the honeymoon?”

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That clip is from later in the song, but in it you hear Bombadil employ a classic musical device, by bringing back the main musical motif of the song, heard here in the first verse:

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And what lies far, far beyond the honeymoon, after decades of being married to the same person?  “What would you say of marriage after…I hurt your dream job offer because I was scared?”  What if “I broke your confidence with a lover that was in my past?”  What if “the nursery rhyme stork never brought a baby to you?”  This is marriage:

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The messages in the lyrics are often serious, and even downright melancholy, when the music itself beguiles you into feeling more cheerful.  An up-tempo number with hand-clapping and a catchy piano riff reminds you of your “Sad Birthday”:

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And even when you get a message from home, “they forgot to say ‘happy birthday’”.

The album’s most powerful lyric comes from a song called “So Many Ways to Die”.  I am wont to avoid a song with such a sinister title, but a more apt name might have been “So Many Ways to Stay Alive”, since the tune asks us to examine the way we look at our own bleak circumstances and find something positive.  “So many ways to think how differently we interpret the brink between the side of life worth living and the point at which you’re better off to sink”:

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I hope you’ll forgive that I made a small edit in the clip above, because I wanted you to hear the second chorus, where the singer rises an octave from where he sang the first chorus.  I really appreciate the extra energy, and the strain in the voice seems honest and appropriate to me.  It’s my favorite moment in the whole album.

I don’t mean to suggest that Tarpits and Canyonlands is all unhappy, all the time.  “Oto the Bear”, and “Kuala Lumpur”, both of which they played at their Gainesville show, are jaunty and fun to sing along with.  “Laurita” is a Spanish-language song with a catchy tune and an adorable arrangement, complete with a change in rhythm – a frequent musical device on this album.

Tarpits and Canyonlands describes marriage as a pyramid.  That may not be instructive, and, indeed, it leaves more questions than answers.  But so do the Pyramids, and, sometimes, so does marriage.  And, though I don’t expect any album to last 4,000 years, I do anticipate that this record will remain a rich and rewarding document well beyond the honeymoon.

RIP, 1980s

Michael Jackson is dead tonight.

Nobody born after 1984 can appreciate how big a star he was.  No pop culture figure can ever match the Beatles and Elvis for sheer overwhelming fame.  But if you lived during the early 1980s, Michael Jackson was the star.  When I was little, every kid had Thriller, and listened to it over and over again.  A new Michael Jackson video on MTV generated tremendous interest.  Kids at my school wore leather jackets with tons of zippers and tried to moon walk.  He was ultra-famous.

But, of course, he could never duplicate the success of Thriller.  Even if he continued to sell well through the rest of the 1980s, everyone compared his later work to Thriller or Off the Wall, and the comparisons were never favorable.  Combine that with his increasingly erratic behavior and freakish appearance, and before long Michael Jackson seemed like a sad carnival act.  While he had once been the one everyone wanted to emulate, he wound up being tabloid fodder.  A lot of it he brought on himself.  Some of it may have been unfair.  But, by the mid-1990s you could have queried a hundred Americans and not found anyone who’d claim to be a Michael Jackson fan.  “Thriller was good”, they’d say, “but that guy’s messed up”.

We live in a different age.  Everything is incredibly segmented now.  There isn’t just one MTV anymore to claim the attention of the young.  The 1980s saw the rise of some remarkable superstars, but the conditions that created those stars don’t exist any more.  Set aside the sham marriages, plastic surgery, baby-dangling, accusations of molestation, and all the other bizarre and disturbing behavior and rumors, and think back to the years 1983-1985.  There was nobody bigger than Michael Jackson.  And no athlete, movie star or singer will probably ever be that famous again.