The Song of the Week for this week is Pretty Pimpin’ by Kurt Vile.
One of the things I like about this song is that it has a chord progression which is simple, but leaves one with the feeling that something is not right, much like watching an episode of The Twilight Zone where everything seems ok but the viewer knows the twist will be coming where the protagonist is jolted into realizing that everything in his life is wrong.
That off-kilter feeling from the chord progression marries well with the lyrics which paint a vivid picture of disorientation:
Then I woke up one morning
Didn’t recognize the man in the mirror
Then I laughed and I said, “Oh silly me, that’s just me”
Then I proceeded to not comb some stranger’s hair
Never was my style
But I couldn’t tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
Because it was a Monday, no a Tuesday, no Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Then Saturday came around and I said “Who’s this stupid clown blocking the bathroom sink?”
But he was sporting all my clothes
I gotta say I’m pretty pimpin’
I’m sure we’ve all had times where we feel like we don’t recognize ourselves anymore, and this song perfectly captures that feeling. Check it out.
This weeks song of the week is Do You Still Love Me by Ryan Adams.
Ryan Adams is the sort of artist who isn’t well known outside of record critics or music geeks. Some people might remember his video which went viral for “Do Miss America” which featured clips of models slipping and falling while walking down the catwalks (my apologies for not being able to find that version of the video). Others might remember having heard that he released a song by song cover of Taylor Swift’s 1989 album. Still others might have read that he recently ended his long-term marriage with Rapunzel.
Unfortunately, when you mention his name, most people thing of a singer from the 80s with a similar name. Which is a shame, because he has quite a few good songs in his catalog.
“Do You Still Love Me” has a vibe similar to a classic Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers song. It begins with an organ playing chords mournfully, and the band throws in a few stabs to get your attention. The whole band comes in at the pre-chorus and if you listen closely you can hear a glockenspiel through the chorus.
After the second chorus, the band stops to allow a ratty sounding guitar to take the lead. This is not an over-practiced display of technicality, but a passionate burst of staccato notes and wiry bends. The fret noise and amp hum don’t even seem like distractions here, but rather contribute to the overall feeling. The guitar here is a good example of how a simple instrumental lead can say more in a few seconds than a lot of vocalists can say in the whole song.
If you like this song, you’ll be glad to know that Ryan Adams has been around for a long time and has been pretty prolific at that, so there’s a lot of stuff to look through.
It looks like I fell behind on my goal for bringing you a new song every week. What can I say, sometimes life comes at you pretty quickly.
That’s why this week’s song is “No Time This Time” by The Police
There’s something about songs that seem to describe life now more than they did when they came out however long ago.
If you like that, you might also like to check out the cover version by Anthrax.
Every week I will be sharing a song with you. Sometimes it might be a song that seems really relevant to what is going on; in other cases I might choose it because I think something about it is cool.
This week’s song is “This Will Be My Year” by Semisonic. It’s one of those songs that at first seems upbeat, but reveals a lot of frustration and disappointment. The protagonist feels that his efforts in life has exhausted him without much to show. While he sings “This will be my year” he doesn’t sound confident of it.
Of course, you really do have to believe this will be your year. Good luck in making it a year of love, health and blessings.
Welcome to my blog. I’ll be discussing music and culture, and hopefully will be able to share with you tips on how to make your way into the lounge. And as always, don’t forget to tip the piano player.