Saturday Song, Little Changes with Frank Turner

Honestly, I have adored my share of little dancer boys, but I’ll take Frank Turner. We’ll, if he’ll have me. I love his new album, and I just watched this new video. Now I can’t stop smiling.

Favorite moments:

“We waste our energy getting angry
instead of being kinder . . .
. . . The big things stay the same
until we make little changes.
. . . Let’s not just pray.
Let’s make a change. “

Saturday Songs with Lucy Dacus

Wyoming Valley Pennsylvania
Wyoming Valley Pennsylvania (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Hint: It doesn’t look like this anymore.

I’m going to give my friend Raul Clement a bit of a plug for his excellent work at New American Press just because they put out damn good writing. Check them out, and send them some of your best work (after thoroughly reading their guidelines, of course). I met Raul maybe two years back when I first moved up here to the Wyoming Valley, which is, oddly enough, nowhere near Wyoming (Northeast Pennsylvania. Weird, right?).

They were doing a reading series at a local Irish pub, and one of the Wilkes University professors told me about it.  I was seriously impressed, and since they did a little combo discount, I bought four or five books from the fiction and poetry writers who were there to read their work that night.

Since then Raul and I have only gotten to know each other on Bookface, but hopefully, I’ll get to visit him in his new home in Chicago eventually. One of the many things I’ve learned is that he’s got excellent taste in music, and when he says he likes a song, I want to check it out. I’m not sure how I missed Lucy Dacus when she did her NPR Tiny Desk concert two years ago, but I’m happy to have found her now.

So here for the Saturday Songs feature is Lucy’s song that came out last year. I love a good song that, as Raul said, “actually goes somewhere.” Below that video, you can enjoy her eleven-minute mini desk concert, just in case you missed it too. You’re welcome.

Saturday Song, Zeros, Magnets, and “Home”

I know these two are no longer together, and if you know some of the story behind that, let’s just forget about it for now, shall we? I want to dance to this song at my wedding some day, and the loveliness of this is not diminished by the reality of what happened to the band.

Whatever people may say, I don’t believe that Jade’s happiness in this performance was anything other than her sheer joy of singing, her absolute love of life and song. That’s how I choose to see it.

The first video is the “official” one when Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros released the single. The second video, even after the difficulties of it all shows Jade‘s marvelous smile. God, I love her.

Saturday Song for Walter

Hello, Friends. There’s a lot I want to catch up on as I’ve been promoting the release of my first chapbook so much lately.  But I want to pause and talk about a couple of artists we’ve lost in the past week, including poet John Ashbery (more on him in the next post) and today’s Saturday Song Featured artist, Walter Becker, half of the band known as Steely Dan.

I honestly can’t say I’ve followed Becker and the band’s co-founder Donald Fagen in recent years, but they’d still been playing up until Becker’s recent illness. But then, you don’t follow the sun, right? It’s just always there. It comes up again every day, even if it’s cloudy for a while. That’s how it is with Steely Dan; their songs are just always there, like the blue in blue jeans.

What I remember is just how intricate their music has been to the soundtrack of my childhood. Seemingly easy, but smart jazz-rock in the background or on any car radio tuned to a classic rock station. The songs that are part of me most include the earnestness of “Rikki, Don’t Lose That Number,” the one-word hook of “Peg,” the fun, but arguably inappropriate “Cousin Dupree” and “Hey, 19. ” But probably my two favorites are in the videos below.

Here’s a link to Walter Becker’s obituary in the Rolling Stone, and be sure to follow on to Fagen’s tribute to his music partner of more than 45 years.

“They got a name for the winners in the world.
I wanna name when I lose.”

While listening tonight to Steely Dan’s “Deacon Blues,” I realized we were a full minute and a half in before the chorus, and more than two minutes in before the hook. Is the bulk of modern pop just not that intelligent anymore, or have our attention spans really shrunk so much that we can’t enjoy a long, poetic build up like this on our top forty charts today? Or is my nostalgia just skewing my perception? Here’s “Deacon Blues” from their album of 40 years ago, Aja (pronounced Asia),

And now, my favorite. I recently watched a clip of Donnie and Marie Osmond totally butchering this song on their old variety show, dancing a two-step, smiling ear-to-ear as if there was no twisted-mouth, sarcastic humor in the words, totally missing the mood of the music.

“You’ve been telling me you were a genius since you were 17.
In all the time I’ve known you I still don’t know what you mean.
The weekends at the college didn’t turn out like you planned.
The things that pass for knowledge, I can’t understand.”

And maybe the fact that I am coming up on a big birthday this weekend is why I am feeling so nostalgic for this song.  From their 1972 album Can’t Buy a Thrill, Steely Dan’s “Are you Reelin’ in the Years.”

Thank you, Walter, for contributing to my world with your songs and your wicked humor, You’ll be missed.

Saturday Song with Sting

Sussex England, 2010 by Robert Montgomery

I am trying to be a busy, or at least a productive, writer today. Clearing off my desk, sorting through my notes, preparing my files. I have been getting announcements out about the coming publication of my debut chapbook and I have a list of book reviews and other projects to plot and produce.

So in the spirit of clearing off my desk and clearing out my mind, here’s a Saturday Song feature for today. Someone once told me that the way to let an earworm out of your head is to sing it to someone else. It gets it out of your system and passes the bug on to someone else to carry. I am, however, being very kind to you by passing along a gorgeous, deep and beautiful earworm today, not just some catchy ditty (not that there is anything wrong with those).

The above image by Scottish text artist Robert Montgomery was posted to Facebook this morning by fellow poet and dear friend Philip Clark. You can read more about it at Poets & Writers. It set me thinking about a song by Sting and songwriter Gordon Sumner. The lyrics focus, not so much on the beloved, as on the feelings of the one speaking in the words.  And this, I suspect, is why they are so effective. It helped me cope and move on, allowing me to agree to what I felt and what had happened so that I could live more honestly from there.

I’ll leave the rest of this between you and Sting to sort out. Happy Saturday! Weekend updates on the way soon!

Saturday Songs with the Cactus Blossoms

From the credits of 2017’s episode three (and the Cactus Blossom’s website)

If you are like me, you have been enjoying the long-awaited return of Twin Peaks. Perhaps I’ll join the ranks of those attempting to review the episodes, but for now, I’m just enjoying the nostalgia and the wild ride through David Lynch‘s imagination.

I’ve also been digging the bands that have been playing at the Bang Bang Bar at the end of each episode. I think it was episode three’s conclusion and credits that introduced me to the Cactus Blossoms,  who have an Everly Brothers sound with echoes of Johnny Cash, and hints of Eddy Arnold. My mother would have loved them. I also hear a bit of Lucinda Williams in their harmonies. It’s the kind of classic country-early rock-slightly folk mix that takes me back to my childhood (Yes, I am that old).

Here are three songs from the Cactus Blossoms for your Saturday. The first is “Mississippi,” which is the haunting tune they played in Twin Peaks, though not the same footage. The second one seems to fit the show’s theme, “Change Your Ways or Die,” and the third is just a lovely bit of fun to keep you tapping your toes on this long weekend: “Stoplight Kisses.” Enjoy.

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