Showing posts with label tom waits. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Rumi, Pinter & Waits



Three ways of looking at the same thing . . .

1. Whoever's calm and sensible

There is a light seed grain inside.
You fill it with yourself, or it dies.

I'm caught in this curling energy. Your hair.
Whoever's calm and sensible is insane.

Rumi

2. It is Here

What sound was that?

I turn away, into the shaking room.

What was that sound that came in on the dark?
What is this maze of light it leaves us in?
What is this stance we take,
To turn away and then turn back?
What did we hear?

It was the breath we took when we first met.

Listen. It is here.

Harold Pinter

3. Martha

Operator number please
It´s been so many years
And she remembers my old voice
While I fight the tears

Hello, hello there is this Martha ?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don´t worry ´bout the cost.....

It´s been 40 years or more
Now Martha please recall
And meet me out for coffee
Were we´ll talk about it all

And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you...
And all you had was me...

And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....

And I feel so much older now
And you´re much older too
Oh, how´s the husband and how´s the kids
You know that I got married too.....

Oh, lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure
Oh we were all so young and foolish
Now we are mature.....

And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you...
And all you had was me...

And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....

And I was always so impulsive
I guess that I still am...
But all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man...

I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be
Oh, but Martha, oh Martha I love you...
Can´t you see.....?

And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you...
And all you had was me...

And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....

And I remember quiet evenings
Trembling close to you.....

Tom Waits


Monday, January 2, 2012

Αναθεώρηση Part 3: Sounds . . .


I have chosen 11 artists / performers / composers for my top 11 in 2011 list of sounds – some just one piece of music or a song, others more than one. Each artist reflects a mood or a moment and each song or piece of music was one that was incredibly special to me this year at either one precise moment (Pink Floyd on top of the Swiss Alps on a motorcycle in the rain for example) or is an artist which just keeps on grabbing me all year long (The Raconteurs are a good example).

I have put links for each of the pieces of music so if you don’t know them you can find them on YouTube together with a brief attempt to explain what each song / piece of music triggers.

Russian Piano Virtuoso Eduard Kunz once said: “I truly believe that music was written about passion . . .about love, about grieving. The music I am going to play is about life.”

And so this musical selection is about anger, pain or love –in other words, it's about life. . .

1. J.S. Bach
Three pieces from Bach, by far my favourite classical composer.

My first choice is the first part of the Goldberg Variations – the Aria. I have chosen this because it is sublimely beautiful. I wish this piece to be played at my funeral as I believe there should be some beauty with death but it is also a piece I listen to often when feeling tender. I have used it for a small film I am making about my father and it is a piece that I discussed this year with a fellow Bach fan. It is lovely. I defy anyone to listen to this without a tear in the eye.

Listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcXXkcZ2jWM (Barenboim - this video is really marvellous as you see how delicately and beautifully his fingers move across the keyboard and also the expression of deep connection on his face. Wonderful.)

Second – Cantata 147 – Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring. Very well known, but for a good reason. This is such a beautiful figure on the violins and oboe that it could only be from the devotional music that Bach was so skilled at composing. Also a contender for the music to be played at my funeral. (TIP: whether you liked me in life much or not, come to my funeral - the music will be great and I won't be there to spoil it by talking!)


Third – the Prelude to Cello Suite #1. This for me is the most erotic piece of music. And for me the cello one of the most erotic instruments. I’m quite sure this was not what was in Bach’s mind when he composed this, but nevertheless its intimacy, warmth, and passion is purely erotic.


2. The Waterboys - A Bang On The Ear
This was a song I loved when I was at the peak of my interest in folk music and used to play a lot. It was always popular at my university (Edinburgh) in the student folk clubs and I had it on my playlist constantly during the summer odyssey.

A tale of a man’s various loves from his teenage years to his current relationship – the phrase a “bang” on the ear is an Irish expression which means “kiss”.

I defy anyone not to tap their foot and sing along to this song.


3. Adele
Adele is simply a colossal talent and one of the best female vocalists singing today. For someone so very young she has an enormous maturity in terms of both her sound and her lyric writing.

Her last album – 21 – was produced by Rick Rubin who managed to bring out the richness, depth and breadth of her voice as well as create superb arrangements which support the voice and are very evocative.

These two songs for me stand out on the album.

Set Fire to The Rain – One of the best songs on the album with a really catchy chorus that infected me from the first time I heard it…


Someone Like You – a break-up song full of tenderness and pain . . . poignant lyrics and that voice, my God, that voice. . .

Listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAc83CF8Ejk&feature=related (Adele at Home – with her own explanation of the song)


4. Jose Padilla – Adios Ayer
I am quite a big fan of ambient music (and have created two albums of my own ambient music) and this track stuck to me like glue this year. Listened to it watching the sun go down in Greece on many evenings. The lyrics were co-written with Seal.

Goodbye yesterday . . .
Thinking of tomorrow
With the sunset in your eyes
I feel everything and sorrow
So I have to say goodbye


5. Tom Waits
No list of favourite music of virtually any period would be complete without Tom Waits – beat poet, jazz man and troubadour extraordinaire. . .

Three songs from the early period:
The Heart of Saturday Night
One of my all time favourites - evocative, sentimental and romantic in equal measure. Great lyrics, great tune. I simply love this song.


Martha
One of my favourites from my favourite Tom Waits album – “Closing Time”.

A desperately sad tale told in the narrative device of a telephone call as the tragedy of the song is revealed verse by verse. Wonderful and moving.

This is a song I have adored forever and which I listened to endlessly during the summer as I relived all my Tom Waits albums again.


I Want You
I didn’t know this song until this summer when someone introduced me to it. It’s perfect. 1 minute and 23 seconds of perfection.


6. Pink Floyd – Comfortably Numb
As mentioned at the beginning of this post, this is a song that belongs to a very specific moment this year – although I listened to the song dozens of times.

I had ridden across four countries in one day on my return journey from Greece and was riding up a mountain in Switzerland in the late afternoon as the heavens opened and rain poured down on me and the road.

The music played full volume inside my ears in the helmet and I was on top of the mountain, riding without thinking around sweeping bends looking down at the incredibly green valley below, thinking of a million things and one . . . the cold mountain air in my face and the faint rumble of the motorcycle’s exhausts behind me and the music . . .

“And I have become . . . comfortably numb . . .” –  and cue David Gilmour for one of the greatest guitar solos of all time.

A perfect motorcycle and music moment.

Listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_uCO9wOVGE (David Gilmour studio session version – excellent)

7. The Raconteurs
After the White Stripes, Jack White formed the Raconteurs with Brendan Benson.

Jack White is one of the few truly innovative and fearless musicians today – and a true eccentric. The Raconteurs album “Consolers of the Lonely” is a proto-punk blues & country masterpiece with a huge variety of genres, great lyrics and a ton and a half of musicianship. It’s an album I kept going back to again and again this year and I love it.

Two songs from the album which showcase its diversity are the title track punk / rock “Consolers of the Lonely” and the soulful, almost Beatle-esque “You Don’t Understand Me” – a slightly paranoid psychotic love song…

Consolers of the Lonely – manic, harsh, frenetic and amazing (double track that, as Jack says at the beginning)

Listen:


You Don’t Understand Me – nice piano lick, and Beatles style builds and middle eight section . . .classy stuff.

Listen:


8. Ed Sheeran – Kiss Me
If Adele is the greatest young female vocal and songwriting talent out there today, then Ed Sheeran might be vying for the top spot for male singer songwriters. His debut album came out this year and he took no prisoners with the record label and did it his way. According to friends his live concerts are apparently excellent.

This song is delightfully simple, and much like Adele, displays a maturity of lyric writing which is astonishing when you think that he is just 20 years old.


And for Leonard Cohen / Jeff Buckley fans, here is Ed doing Hallelujah live this summer – nice job: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SokAo1dhF6Q&feature=related

9. Snow Patrol
Two nice songs:

Chasing Cars
This got a lot of play this year starting in Cape Town and later on with one of the bands I play in and is just a great song. I wish I could write something as simple and good as this.


You Could Be Happy
Apparently it took the band ages to get around to recording this song as they couldn’t find an arrangement they liked. In the end this beautifully simple arrangement using a kid's glockenspiel suits the tenderness of the lyrics perfectly.

Lovely song, lovely lyrics, lovely arrangement.


10. Bob Dylan
Another of my all time musical heroes . . . I picked three songs from his early period – all from 1965. Every one has to have a Dylan period in their life and I relived a large chunk of mine this year . . .

A trippy poem about the decay of society - Gates of Eden – which contains one of my favourite lyrics of all time (based on its weirdness alone!):

“The motorcycle black madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream”

Classic Dylan and one of my favourites of all time.


The archetypal protest song: It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) – very appropriate for all the protesting of 2011 from Arab Spring to Greece to Occupy Wall Street . . .But It’s alright ma . . .it’s life and life only . . .


And the love song: It’s All Over Now Baby Blue – a song which I have covered myself and which is another song I wish I was good enough to have written. . .


11. Noora Kassem & Dave Robinson – I Am Close & Mountains
"I Am Close" is one of the songs I wrote and recorded with Noora this year. We wrote it together in around an hour or two. Noora on vocals and me on guitar. Noora wrote most of the lyrics with me pitching in one or two ideas. We played on the steps of my house while smoking cigarettes and then went into the studio upstairs and recorded it pretty much in one or two takes.

"Mountains" was recorded earlier and the duties divided on this more classically with Noora writing all the lyrics and the vocal melody while I took care of the music, arrangements and so on and played the guitars - although the middle eight was something Noora suggested in terms of arrangement. Whenever I listen to this song the hairs on my arms stand-up - I find it hauntingly beautiful. Especially the harmonies after the break in the middle.

Hope you like the two songs – I’m proud of them and as usual, her voice sounds incredible. Watch out Adele.


Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Odyssey - the journey to Greece (2011) - Part 9 – OSAPP


It struck me that not everyone will know the reference in the title of this blog and that I probably ought to address that . . . 

It is a song – by Tom Waits - from his first album – 1973’s “Closing Time”.

It’s about departure, ending, separation – but it’s also about the call of the road.

I love it.

You can hear it here: 


Old Shoes & Picture Postcards – Tom Waits (1973)

I'm singing this song, it's time it was sung
I've been putting it off for a while,
But it's harder by now, 'cause the truth is so clear
That I cry when I'm seeing you smile.
So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore,
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes
Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone.

Every time that I tried to tell
that we'd lost the magic we had at the start,
I would weep my heart when I looked in your eyes
And I searched once again for the spark.
So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore,
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes
Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone.

I can see by your eyes, it's time now to go
So I'll leave you to cry in the rain,
Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy
Honey my heart was not born to be tamed.
So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore,
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes
Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone.

So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore,
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes
Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone,
Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone,
can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Odyssey - the journey to Greece (2011) - Part 6 – Greece & music…

The North wind has stopped blowing and the waves - previously crashing against the wall of the little harbour at Monastiraki – have transformed into a flat ripple across the still sea.

There is still a breeze blowing gently through the bougainvillea which sits on my right and the young olive tree which sits on my left.


The brilliant blue of the swimming pool matches the brilliant blue of the sky – sandwiching a large green hillside in between, scarred by small winding road the climbs and descends, curving round the coastline.
This is my view each day as I eventually wake from my slumber and descend to the veranda to consume my breakfast and consider the unbridled indolence which I have planned for the day.


Now the sun is beginning to fade following my afternoon nap, which in turn followed a day of little movement but much reflection. . .


A very Greek breakfast of “Frappe” – a uniquely Greek approach to making coffee involving shaking Nescafe, sugar, water and ice until they form a creamy froth and then adding water and evaporated milk to taste – and thick strained yoghurt with honey has been consumed slowly and intently while listening to some Balkan jazz in the form of Serbian jazz trumpeter Dusko Gojkovic – a great musician.
Greece is wonderfully positioned between Europe, the Balkans and the South Eastern Med / Middle East – and the culture mix reflects this, particularly in musical terms. Gypsy rhythms, Turkish beats, Byzantine and Middle Eastern scales, Balkan melodies – they’re all present in the musical mix that is contemporary (and indeed less contemporary) Greek music.


The Greek Outi is the Middle East’s Oud, the Bouzouki a Greco-Turkish instrument, the guitar, violin, accordion and various hand drums are all shared across this wider region as are their rhythms and melodies.


This music belongs to mountains, rocky roads, coastlines and islands – a music of rebels, troubadours, gypsies that communicates hope, despair, pleasure, pain, love, loneliness and the general condition of the soul.


But then all music somehow communicates the human condition and the mood or mindset of the composer and performer. So to listen to the music of this area is to listen to the Greek / Balkan / Turkish / Byzantine / Middle Eastern soul.


Whether Rebetika, laika, dimotika, entechna, nisiotika, or one of the many other sub genres, the various sounds of Greek music resonate perfectly with the soul of the people who live here and in the wider region. Just go to Crete and hear the “Amanedes” for example…or the Clarina (clarinet) in the valleys near Livadeia (Giorgos Mangas – an amazing gypsy clarinetist is a particular favorite of mine – you can sample him here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-oSWBEWllY&feature=related but it is admittedly an acquired taste! Mangas, in addition to touring Greece playing improvised clarinet at the Panigyria (festivals) has also played with some of the great jazz musicians of Europe and the United States and is greatly admired for his unique technique.)


Today however, I have not been listening to Giorgos Mangas – but instead – following the interlude of my Balkan jazz breakfast, I have listened almost exclusively to the catalogue of Tom Waits – one of my favourite musicians, entertainers and poets.

Waits is a genius who has managed over a period of nearly forty years to chronicle the underbelly of America with charm, wit and great poetry – as well as with stunning music borrowing alternately from jazz, blues, folk and experimental music.

The Wall Street Journal critic Jim Fusilli once described Waits' music thus:
“A keen, sensitive and sympathetic chronicler of the adrift and downtrodden, Mr. Waits creates three-dimensional characters who, even in their confusion and despair, are capable of insight and startling points of view. Their stories are accompanied by music that's unlike any other in pop history.”
I couldn’t have put it better myself.
An enormously talented guitarist and pianist (self taught), Waits is perhaps most well known for his highly distinctive voice, once wonderfully described by critic Daniel Durchholz as sounding "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car."


Indeed Tom Waits once successfully sued an advertising agency for using a voice similar to his for a commercial without his permission.


Having spent many vacations on road trips across the US, and having spent plenty of time in bummed out bars, hellholes and worse, looking for a good drink, some good music or some crazy people to hang out with, I appreciate his expert insight into booze, blues and the bad side of life – as much as I appreciate his hope, humour and happiness.


There are so many songs of his that I adore and which I connect deeply with – both personally and to events, places and people – that I won’t go into details now.


My favourite album overall remains his first – Closing Time – which I have written about before on road trips in the US. It is a very balanced and complete work and which – through other people covering two of its songs (Ol’55 and Martha) launched his career. The work he put out in the 70s is uniformly excellent and the 80s also saw – post Asylum records(his first label) – some great work. The more experimental material – starting with Swordfish Trombones and moving into Frank’s Wild Years (an opera composed by Waits and co-written with his wife) – is much less accessible but still worth persevering with as it has some very interesting colours to it.


So a morning with Tom Waits, a break for lunch, and then an afternoon nap listening to my favourite Waits tracks until sleep overcame me, brings me right up to date as I sit with another Frappe, a plate of sliced chilled nectarines and write this piece in celebration of another lovely day of doing nothing.

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