Friday, February 25, 2005

The Gospel According to Mood

So, I've been listening to the top 100 musical icons, as brought to me over the airwaves by Steve and Jay from MIXX 105.5, located right here in Greater Sevierville. I think they stole the list, but that's somebody else's crime. John Lennon was #1 - big surprise, right? All the Miss America contestants want world peace, after all. At least, they didn't play Imagine - as Elvis Costello pointed out, was it a millionaire who said "imagine no possessions?" And it's not that I don't like John Lennon. I just don't think he's the Be All and End All of music. Or at least, the Be All and End All ALL the Time. There should be a rotation. So, I made up my own list. And it goes like this:

The Disciples


PETER - Keith Richards. My alter ego in so many, many ways. I admire his ability to survive, his bohemian elegance and his refusal to either compromise or grow up completely. And good lord, look at his hands! They're a testament to his devotion to his craft. The Personification of Cool.

MATTHEW - Elvis Costello. Revenge. Guilt. And a really large vocabulary. I have had to go to the dictionary occasionally with Elvis - who else would sing of wounded bandeons? - and he sometimes tries to cram too many words into his songs, but that sparkling intelligence just makes it all ok. I'd like to think My Aim is True saved my life, but it's probably not true. But, there, in 1977, when it was all disco and Kansas and Boston and Chicago - jesus it was a horrible horrible time, that album was a life preserver. Lines like 'I said "I'm so happy I could die," she said "drop dead," and left with another guy'; 'I get you in my dreams/you should hear the things you say/it's not that it's so much fun/but it's safer that way' - lyrical water in the desert of Dust in the Wind! Time may have mellowed him a little, just a little, but he seems to have rocked his way out of the box so many critics wanted to put him in. He just turned 50, and he's having the time of his life. Dear Prudence.


SIMON THE ZEALOT - Joe Strummer. In the liner notes of Joe's last album, Streetcore, I found this: nothing in the world can take the place of persistance. talent will not. nothing is more common that unsuccessful talent. genius will not. unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. education will not. the world is full of educated derelicts. persistance and determination alone are omnipotent. I don't know if it's a quote or he wrote it himself (I suspect that he did), but that's Joe Strummer in a nutshell. The unwavering voice of fortitude.

JAMES - John Prine. He wrote ‘there’s a hole in Daddy’s arm where all the money goes’ (Sam Stone) – there’s a movie pitch in 11 words. And he keeps doing that in song after song: 'there were spaces between Donald and whatever he said/strangers had forced him to live in his head' (Donald and Lydia), 'Do you know what blood looks like in a black and white video? like shadows. shadows!' (Lake Marie). He’s the reason I own a guitar and pretend I can play it. He wrote the World's Most Perfect Song (Souvenirs). Humility is John Prine.

BARTHOLOMEW - Iggy Pop – who witnessed the Ascension of Punk. Hell, he was the Ascension of Punk. The Sacrificial Dog who pissed all over the altar. Blah, blah, blah.

THOMAS - Bob Dylan. I can't remember not being aware of him, but I didn’t really listen to him – I think you can become so huge and such a part of the landscape that it's one of those 'can't see the forest for the trees' kind of things. I remember watching him on the Oscars one year performing in whiteface, and I thought that man has become absolutely unintelligible. Until the Wonder Boys soundtrack, that is - Things Have Changed and Not Dark Yet just blew me away. Maybe I had to be old enough to appreciate it, maybe I never paid enough attention - anyway, those songs just resonated with me. He writes a good book, too. Not a doubter, but a witness.

ANDREW - George Thorogood, who brought me to Bo Diddley. Who do you love?

JOHN - Johnny Cash – my dad’s hero; in my mind my dad is equal parts JC and Andy Griffith. I can remember lying on the floor of our house in CA, crying along to Johnny’s songs. It’s primal, baby. Anyway, when I see Johnny, I see grace. A very big man, indeed.

PHILIP – Dave Edmunds. I lost track of him after Rockpile broke up (more reasons to hate Led Zeppelin), but Tracks on Wax and Repeat When Necessary are desert island discs. He produced the Stray Cats too, so more reasons to love. I think it was Creem magazine that said it was Dave's job to make Elvis Costello look tall. He's one of the few people to cover an EC tune to its improvement (Girls Talk) and he's got a great eye for footwear. The Keeper of the Flame.

JAMES THE YOUNGER - Willie Nelson. He wrote Crazy. What else is there to say? I saw him live several times in the late 70's, when the outlaw thing was big - it used to amaze me that he would take bottles of whiskey from audience members and drink. !! I love that he's kept that old guitar all these years (30+) and that he hid it from the IRS - that outlaw thing wasn't just an act. He's always had his family with him, always trying to bring somebody else into the spotlight. The Patron Saint of the American Farmer.


THADDEUS - Neil Young, my shambling king. I purloined a copy of Harvest, and Are You Ready for the Country? Became my theme song for the summer of 1980. He made it ok to be not quite on key - in fact, the imperfections of his voice add passion and validity. When he sings 'I ain't singing for Spuds', well, you know he means it and he'll kick your ass if you are. The Minister of Justice.

JUDAS ISCARIOT – Paul McCartney. I didn't want to put him on this list. But when I needed a traitorous sell-out, when I needed a living example of envious greed, his was the only name that sprang to mind. He's been on the downwardly mobile fast track since Band on the Run. Sure, he was always a mercenary, always a salesman, but what purpose would "McCartney/Lennon" serve except to massage his tiresome ego? Get him, Yoko.


The Man

JESUS OF COOL: Nick Lowe – to this day, I do not know why I bought Pure Pop for Now People (US issue of Jesus of Cool) – I think it was probably the title. Or The Hand of God. If he weren’t 15 years older than me, I’d think we’d been separated at birth. Where he’s been, I’ve been, musically speaking. He's partying hearty, I'm partying hearty (Jesus of Cool); he's falling in love, I'm falling in love (Nick the Knife); he's trying to figure out where it all went wrong, so am I (Dig My Mood). I am so in awe of his talent that I am afraid of him. His music is deceptively simple, but he gets some complex ideas/emotions across in just a handful words (‘Heaven is here, but only skin deep’; ‘I could’ve had that 8-string beauty, or some other rich man’s toy’; ‘I can’t find a place where those bygones won’t go’). I saw him in Nashville last year. At an age when he could be joining AARP, he kept a room full of songwriters spellbound with just a guitar and that well-worn but still silky voice. The Sexiest Man Alive.


The Sisters


MARY MAGDALENE – Janis Joplin. the first record I ever owned was Pearl, which my Dad helped me pick out of one of those record club Buy 8 Records for 1 Cent!! deals. Naturally, at the age of 7, Mercedes Benz was my favorite. As I got older, Half Moon became my Getting Ready to Go Out anthem, and Cry Baby was the Coming Home hymn. I'd like to think that my teen angst was a little more authentic than average, because I had Janis in my headphones. Gone too soon.

MARTHA - Lucinda Williams. Another songwriter I've been marginally aware of, but didn't really listen to until she guested on The Delivery Man. Car Wheels on a Gravel Road was one of the top five albums I heard in 2004 (yeah, I'm late to the party as usual - it came out in 1998). Is there a better song than Lake Charles? I don't think so unless it's Greenville. Or Jackson. Her voice isn't pretty, but it's true, and perfectly suited to her songs. I used to want to grow up to be John Prine. Now I want to grow up to be Lucinda Williams.


The Bible


GENESIS, the beginning of beginnings: Nick Lowe – Jesus of Cool
EXODUS, redemption and deliverance: Elvis Costello – My Aim is True
LEVITICUS, the book of holiness: John Prine – John Prine
NUMBERS, the wilderness years: The Rolling Stones – Some Girls
DEUTERONOMY, the giving of the law: The Clash – The Clash

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