Showing posts with label Loudon Wainwright III. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Loudon Wainwright III. Show all posts

Friday, December 1, 2017

Yet ANOTHER Top 100 (or so) Songs I Absolutely Must Have With Me on 1/48/50

#277) "Walking On the Sun" by Smash Mouth - What the band America was to the 1970s, it might be said Smash Mouth was to the 1990s. Make no mistake, I think America was a much better band, and their music had a much greater (lasting) impact. But as I once said that nothing smells more like 1975 than "Sister Golden Hair", nothing smells more like 1997 in my mind than "Walking on the Sun".

Into a world with "Friends", "Frasier" and "Seinfeld" on TV, "blazing fast!" 56K technology taking the Internet by storm, and everyone drinking fancy coffee in a fancy coffee house and planning to publish a poetry book, Smash Mouth released "Walking on the Sun", a never unlistenable little jam that says more about the let-down of the 1960s than a lot of painstakingly rendered historical documentaries. I feel the second verse in particular distills the unfortunate road society has taken since that time (idealism crushed cruelly beneath the boot heel of corporate-controlled consumerism) down to a simple, deceptively rhetorical question:

"Twenty-five years ago they spoke out and they broke out of recession and oppression
And together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singing and clapping, man, what the hell happened...?"

Drop the mic, boys...

"Because fashion is smashing the true meaning of it..."

#278) "Drinking Song" by Loudon Wainwright -  Though it might be considered a deep track (truthfully every one of Wainwright's songs, other than 1972's "Dead Skunk", which for better or worse is probably what he'll be remembered for, might be considered a deep track), "Drinking Song" encapsulates everything I've loved about the man and his music over the years.

It is quintessential Loudon. He treats the guitar as much as a percussion instrument as a string.  The song starts like any other of his ditties - a little anxious but also a little clever and wry, nothing if not comical. But like all his music, the best of it at least, "Drinking Song" has a way of turning overcast as it wears on. By the end, that trademark anxiety Wainwright employs to fuel his music has gotten itself onto you, like a musty smell, and you are left sort of wondering why you were laughing at all.


"
Drunk men stagger, drunk men fall, drunk men swear and that's not all / Quite often they will urinate outdoors..."


Friday, January 13, 2017

Yet ANOTHER Top 100 (or so) Songs I Absolutely Must Have With Me on 1/48/50

#221) "Times is Hard" by Loudon Wainwright III - From the brilliant 2010 album, 10 Songs For the New Depression, Loudon Wainwright lends his uniquely anxious brand of wit and satire to the strange days that came on the heels of the start of the Great Recession. Remember that mess? The endless war and government bailouts and people losing a lifetime of savings overnight?

Not even a decade ago?

With sparse arrangement clarifying the potency of his words, and underscoring his talent for creating compellingly "of the moment" music, Wainwright calls out everyone here - the Bush administration, the Obama administration, Bernie Madoff, Alan Greenspan, corporatism, consumerism and celebrity culture, shrewdly affirming (while struggling to accept) that it's all just a cluster fuck, an electrified madness in which we live, work and raise our children.

It doesn't matter who's in charge. This is our society. We're part of this now.

Seven years on, and not much has changed.  In fact, every single motherfucking word of this song is still relevant. And 2017 holds little promise of "times" getting any better.

"What in God's name is going on? / All I can do is play this song..."

#222)  "Red Guitar" by Loudon Wainwright III - This song is classic Wainwright, in terms of being what he's especially good at: reconciling the sad and the silly, the dramatic and the comedic, the poetic and the discouragingly not-inspiring-in-the-least, and all the emotionally disorienting moments in life when any two happen to cross paths.

I saw Loudon Wainwright perform live once about twenty years ago. I was not nearly as familiar with his music (or his significance as an artist) then as I am now, and I wish I had been. I'm sure it would have enhanced the experience greatly. The energy of his music is well suited to a live performance, drawing intense emotion to the surface and revealing him to be much more than "Dead Skunk", the song he is perhaps best known for.

"Some junkie stole my blonde guitar / God works in wondrous ways..."