Five great songs by artists I don’t really like

Five great songs by artists I don’t really like

I found this draft sitting around several days ago, and I thought “that’s a good idea!”. Just like I did when I first started the draft, which I have no recollection of. It’d be fun to write something snarky about lucky hits amongst rubbish song-writing.

I had This Love by Maroon 5 in the list. Building Steam with a Grain of Salt by DJ Shadow. This Train Will Be Taking No More Passengers by Augie March. Some track by Phoenix.

So there were only four tracks in my Top 5. It was a draft. I’ll forgive myself.

But then I thought I should listen to the other songs by those bands. Properly listen to them.

So now I’m stuck.

Really stuck.

Those bands all have some other great songs.

Journey have good songs other than Don’t Stop Believin’.

A-ha have many songs better than Take on Me.

Chumbawamba, it turns out, is some anarchist group of…well…anarchists who have a bunch of punk songs. (Their first album was released on Crass Records!)

So, I guess, what I hadn’t done before, was give those bands enough time to appreciate the time, effort, and dedication that they had put in to every song. Which is probably a good lesson for everything in life. Don’t dismiss too quickly. Don’t assume something is bad. Pay attention. Listen. Look.


Simple biscuits

Simple biscuits

Set fanforced oven to 175°C.

Approximately 450ml of plain flour
100ml sugar
200g room temperature butter
Vanilla essence/extract/paste to taste
2 table spoons cocoa

Cream the butter and sugar until fluffy, add the vanilla extract/essence/paste then add the flour (depending on how it all comes together, you might need a bit more flour).

Divide the dough into two equal sized portions. Add cocoa to one of the halves.

Divide each half in half, so you have four equal sized portions. Roll these into sausages/snakes and arrange them so they’re in a checker-board pattern (from the side).

Press it together gently into a square-ish shape and refrigerate for a while until they’re easy to slice into 3-4mm thick slices.

Bake for approximately 10 minutes.

As an alternative, after adding the cocoa to half the mixture, roll each colour into equal sized square sheets and layer them on top of one-another. Roll up, refrigerate, slice, and bake.

Post Rock

Post Rock

I can’t remember exactly when it was, but probably about 15 years ago, I went to see a band called Because of Ghosts perform. They were a post-rock outfit from Melbourne. At the time I had no idea what post-rock was, and I’m still not entirely sure. I know I like bands that refer themselves as post-rock. A quick Wikipedia search shows that post-rock is music played with instruments that are generally found in rock, but producing music that doesn’t sound much like contemporary rock.

The music is generally based around entire albums/records rather than individual songs, with strong themes running through the album tracks.

In more recent times, I’ve started listening to more of these bands, actively seeking them out, and one of my favourites is pg.lost. I’ve embedded one of their albums. Have a listen. This one really deserves to be listened to in its entirety from start to finish.

Bruce Springsteen – Highway Patrolman

Bruce Springsteen cancelled a show today in North Carolina. He did to protest against the “bathroom laws” that have recently been passed there. There is a lot of commentary available on the subject already, so I won’t go into it too far other than to say that it is a ridiculous regression in human rights.

Thinking back to my travels (again) through Europe, one thing about Belgium has stayed with me – unisex toilets. You walk in, in the front you have basins, then cubicles and last you have the urinals. There is no question about gender at all. Obviously what is happening in North Carolina is bigger than unisex toilets, it’s an attack on human rights, but it would certainly remove some of the arguments that the bigots are using.

When I saw Springsteen’s name in the headlines, I started to think about his music and his incredible 1982 album Nebraska. It was recorded in a single night on a four-track in his bedroom, in a temporary studio set up by Mike Batlan.

The tracks were going to be used as demos for a new album together with the E Street Band, but after they spent time with it in the studio, they realised that the demos were better. They cleaned up the recordings and a few months later released Nebraska. There is talk about “Electric Nebraska” being in an archive somewhere, but as far as I know nothing has surfaced yet, and recordings tend to be quite buoyant.

The album is mainly about crooks, criminals, and murderers. Highway Patrolman is a little different because its protagonist is on the other side of the law.

Highway Patrolman is about Joe, a farmer, and his brother Franky who was in the Army.  Joe walked off his farm in the late 1960s when wheat prices plummeted in the US. He became a highway patrolman, and his brother Franky came back from Vietnam. Franky was always trouble, and Joe as the local policeman, tried to keep him in line. Joe firmly believed that you don’t turn your back on your family.

Joe gets a call from a roadhouse saying that Frank has killed someone and is fleeing towards Canada. Joe chases him down, but when he gets close to the Canadian border he pulls over and lets Frank go – obviously a crime in itself.

Listen to the track, consider that it was recorded in the early 80s on a simple four-track in Springsteen’s bedroom. A couple of guys, a guitar, a voice and a heaping helping of incredible talent – not a team of writers, producers, autotuners and whatever else they use to produce music these days.

I’ve done a little searching and it seems as though the places, roads and songs in the lyrics are all made up. Artistic licence is forgiven, but I do like visiting song places. Like the time I went to Serviceton…

If you decide to look up the video-clip for this song, it’s taken from the film Indian Summer and kinda stinks. The movie was based on the song, quite loosely, and the initial scene from the clip sets the mood in the polar opposite of what I want. I’ve therefore linked to just the song.

Band – The Lowest of the Low

In 1998 I packed a bag and hopped on a plane to Europe. I had scant plans. I was armed with a guide book, a booklet of train tickets and a heaping helping of youthful exuberance. I railed from Sweden to Denmark, Germany, Netherlands, Belgium, England, Ireland, France, and then back up through Belgium, Netherlands, Germany, Denmark and back to Sweden. Travelling by train was a frustrating, cold, uncomfortable, noisy, and amazing way of travelling. I met weird people (I love meeting weird people), saw a lot of countryside (often at night), half-slept because of upcoming stations, accidentally went to the wrong country once, and, rather intimidatingly, had an asylum seeker pulled out of my train compartment when he couldn’t produce a passport for the border guard.

I went to a lot of places. I spent many nights in many hostels. Many I remember for terrible reasons – they’re fun to recall, and make for decent stories at times. This is about a hostel I remember for good reasons. My favourite, ever. It was a small hostel in County Kerry, Ireland. It’s the Sugan in Killarney. Killarney is a quaint village. It has castles and pubs and hills to ramble in. The hostel is next to a pub. When I was there, the owner of the hostel, Pa (pronounced like the Pa in Patrick, not the Pa in Grandpa), enjoyed the pub next door. The pub enjoyed Pa and all his hosteleers. We would go to the pub, buy a couple of trays of pints, balance them back to the hostel and sip away infront of the coke-fired fire. We shared stories and songs.

Pa knew thousands. He could remember stories and lyrics like no other. He wasn’t too crash hot on remembering the tune, but it didn’t matter when most of them I was hearing for the first time. He sang a song called Rosy and Grey by a Canadian band called The Lowest of the Low. I think he liked it because it’s a little rude. It stuck with me, and I hunted for this album for years and years. I couldn’t find it in shops in Australia. I couldn’t find it online.

It would have been 10 years after the trip and this album was still haunting me. I couldn’t find it anywhere. When I ended up going on a wine-tasting tour with a random (weird) Canadian that I met at a tram stop, I decided to skip my usual get-in-the-good-books-with-the-Canadian routine (it’s a secret, can’t tell you what it is) and went straight for the big question. “Do you have Shakespeare, My Butt on your iPod?”.

She did.

I stole it.

I lined up Rosey and Grey and it was glorious. Significantly different to Pa’s version, but the words were still the same and I was instantly transported back to the little hostel in Killarney. Guinness on the table. Guitars in hand. Fucking cold outdoor showers.

Music moves me further and faster than anything else. People talk about smells bringing back memories. For me it’s music.

You can look up Rosey and Grey yourselves on Youtube. To the right I’m embedding my favourite track from the album.

Give ’em the boot.

I didn’t mean for this to become a mini brain-dump about genres, but it did:

I like a lot of different types of music. I think that there is good in all genres. Pigeon-holing music into genres can be challenging at times. Pick three bands – say Bad Religion, Rancid and No Fun At All. They all fit into “punk”, but without some improved pigeon-holing, you would expect them to have a similar sound. They don’t. If you ask me, Bad Religion is punk rock. Rancid are some sort of anarcho-punk ska mash. No Fun At All are skate or snowboard punk. Others would disagree, but that’s ok.

I think the more time you spend with a genre, the more you feel compelled to improve the granularity in your pigeon-holes. I enjoy classical music, but I haven’t spent enough time with it to get beyond that it’s in the “classical” genre. One day I would like to be able to improve on this, but for now I will have to be happy with just that. I’m sure there are people out there who insist on there being several different types of trip-hop, K-pop or Swedish Dance Band music.

Regardless.

This track, Roots Radicals is from Rancid’s “…and out come the wolves album” is great. Broke punk kids spending money they don’t have on booze and riding on the bus to get around.

Enjoy.