Morrissey to Release Novel and Great Books by Musicians

List of the Lost

List of the Lost Press Release

I’m looking forward to reading Morrissey’s first novel.  It comes out September 24th.  The details are above.

I really enjoyed his Autobiography.  Here are five other books by musicians, in no order, that are worth checking out:

  1.  Bob Dylan – Chronicle
  2. Henry Rollins – Get in the Van: On the Road With Black Flag
  3. Larry Kirwan – Green Suede Shoes: An Irish-American Odyseey
  4. John Lydon – Rotten: No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs
  5. Lou Reed – Between Thought and Expression: Selected Lyrics of Lou Reed

All of the books, except the Lou Reed book, which is a collection of lyrics with commentary by Reed, would qualify as autobiographies.  However, each one of them is better than the standard autobiography or biography.  Dylan’s is written with the kind of wordplay and imagery that one would expect from Dylan.  Rollin’s is as much about self-realization under duress as it is about music, though of course there is a great deal of music commentary included.  It’s jet black and deeply funny.  Kirwan is not only a musician, but also a playwright.  His book is not only expertly written, but features a great deal of really interesting information on the history and culture of Ireland.  And Lydon’s book is not only an unsentimental look at his past, but includes commentary by other people that were around him at that same time.  Even if they flat out contradict him, he seems not to give a fuck.  He is interested in getting to the truth, and the truth depends on one’s perspective.

Sly and Robbie Deep In the Pocket

If you care anything about grooves like I do, I’m a bass player, then you will find the groove in the above song fantastic.  Sly and Robbie, one of the greatest rhythm sections ever, having worked on countless great reggae recordings, lay down the stickiest and deepest of grooves.  Sly Dunbar’s drumming has me particularly captivated on this track.  An interesting side note:  Sly and Robbie also provide the rhythm tracks on Bob Dylan’s 80’s masterpiece Infidels.

Dylan's First Letterman Gig and 80's Dylan

Dylan’s First Letterman Gig

People have been talking about Dylan playing on Letterman’s second to last show.  This is an interesting article about Dylan’s first Letterman gig, when he was struggling in the 80’s, around the release of Infidels.

I’ve always loved Infidels.  Dylan’s lyrics are amazing on that record.  I also like the oddball combination of him with Sly and Robbie, the great reggae rhythm section.  Another Dylan 80’s album I really like is Empire Burlesque.  There are many that will bemoan the 80’s production, and I understand that urge, but the songs themselves are largely fantastic.  Most Dylan fans will mention Dark Eyes, but Emotionally Yours, later made great by the O’Jays, is a fantastic ballad.  Tight Connection to My Heart is also an excellent pop song with great lyrics.  In some ways I feel like the 80’s production at times, if you can do away with your prejudice, makes lyrics like, “They’re beating the devil out of a guy who’s wearing a powder-blue whig”, even more insane and absurd, heightening the comedy.

The Expansive Writing of Bob Dylan

Lately I have been trying to discern what in particular gives Dylan’s writing a unique power. Entire books have been written on the topic, entire semesters have been taught.  I am not going to solve the conundrum here. 

However, as someone that has spent more time than is healthy studying song lyrics, there is something I notice time and time again.  Dylan has not only been prolific for most of his career, but his words also often gain power through sheer volume.  I am a huge fan of Morrissey.  Although he has written expansive songs like The Queen is Dead, he often writes couplets that are powerful statements in and of themselves.  Leonard Cohen, someone by whose own admission is not prolific, yet is closer to Dylan in style, spends a lot of time finely crafting certain lines. 

If you take many Dylan couplets, although with his huge catalog he has written brilliant couplets as well, they are not always powerful in and of themselves.  But by the time you get to the 7th couplet in 4th verse of a Dylan song (hypothetically), Dylan songs are often astounding for the sheer amount of language he packs in them, they begin to take on a cumulative poetic power. 

Where some writers get their power from cutting back until what lies before them is a finally crafted sculpture, Dylan almost seems to stand out of the way and let his subconscious pour forth.  Line after line, image after image, floats past until the amount of imagery leaves the listener overwhelmed and breathless. 

Sure, that is not all he is doing.  There is a difference in power between Dylan’s Like a Rolling Stone and Springsteen’s similar wordy Blinded by the Light.  (I love Dylan and Springsteen, but I would be lying if I said the latter contained the poetic force of the former.)  Dylan performs alchemy.   He does get that missing piece of the puzzle that many others cannot find no matter how talented they are. 

This is not to say that Dylan cannot write shorter more traditional songs.   He can of course.  Again this is also not to say that Dylan cannot write great one liners and couplets, as he has done that as well.  There are also many other elements at play to make a song powerful.  However, I think,  if you are interested in what Dylan does, this is a good facet of his writing to examine. 

Bob Dylan MusiCares Speech Transcript


Dylan MusiCares Speech Transcript

The above link is a transcript of a recent Bob Dylan speech that he gave recently in connection with the charity MusiCares.  If you are even the slightest bit interested in Bob Dylan or music in general this speech is worth reading. The original speech was around 30 minutes long.  In it he pays tribute to his heroes, talks about confounding critics, and calls out those musicians who were close minded during his early years.

Kirsty MacColl and the Great Breakup Albums

Those of you that have been reading along know that I have been thinking about Dylan and Springsteen lately.  Their albums Blood On the Tracks and Tunnel of Love are two of the great breakup albums.  If I had to put a third album in there, I would pick Kirsty MacColl’s Titanic Days, without any hesitation.  All three of these albums deal with the loss of a relationship in an adult way.  These aren’t records of teenage dreams, but adults coming to grips with emotional loss in a way that entails the complexity of such situations.  No one, including the singers themselves, is getting off the hook.

The above song Soho Square never ceases to hit me in the gut.  It is a sentimental song, and sentimentalism doesn’t always play well in songs.  (Titanic Days is overall not a sentimental record.)  Sentimentalism can often get in the way of honesty.  But I think MacColl gets the poetry right.  She also writes a melody for the ages.

However, it is hard for me not to hear this song and not be reminded that MacColl’s life was cut short, that she never got to live out the old age of her dreams that she sings of in this song.  Rather than being morose, there is something in the nature of the song that makes it happy and sad at the same time.  The buoyant melody and the way that she sings the song with such spark, makes one realize that she was truly alive while she was here, in a way that so many never are.  Every time this song is loud in my car and I hear the string break near the song’s last chorus, my eyes well up with tears.  However, I can never tell if they are tears of sadness or happiness.  A pop song with many layers, a thing of beauty.

Bob Dylan Po' Boy

As I await listening to the new Dylan album, Shadows in the Night, which was released Tuesday, I wanted to post something off possibly my favorite late-period Dylan album, Love and Theft.  Po’ Boy is one of my favorite songs from that album.  (Though the whole album is fantastic, featuring a crackerjack band and great songwriting.)  I love the fact that Dylan seems like he is having fun with language, even telling a knock-knock joke.  The melodic old-timey chord progression and swing of the groove are a perfect for the lyrics. This song is Dylan at his most playful.

The game is the same
It’s just on a different level

Bob Dylan, Frank Sinatra, and Watertown

Bob Dylan just released a collection of songs that Frank Sinatra sang called Shadows in the Night.  I haven’t gotten around to hearing it yet, but I will at some point.  The reviews so far have been fantastic.

It doesn’t seem strange to me that Dylan would play tribute to Sinatra, not only because he is known to be a fan, but because Sinatra tried to crossover into 60’s pop on the great album Watertown.  I believe I have mentioned this album before, as it is a fantastic piece of work.  The album was not commercially successful at the time, which is a shame. It is a concept album about a working class kind of guy whose wife leaves him.  It is a simple concept, but it is well done, as the album creates a mini-play in your imagination while you are listing to it.  Sinatra could obviously sing almost anything, and it is great to hear him tackle some 60’s pop melodies.  The above song, I Would Be in Love (Anyway) was just something I had to post.  When he hits the big notes in the chorus it is just one of those wonderful pop music moments where singer and song and perfectly matched.  If you like Sinatra or that kind of widescreen 60’s pop music, this album is definitely worth checking out.

The O'Jays Cover Bob Dylan

I was listening to the O’Jays today.  Aside from Levi Stubbs, they might be my favorite soul singers of all time.  Some point soon I want to write a post about the O’Jays and their classic Philly Soul albums.  It’s getting late though, so I will leave this weekend with this song.  The first time I heard the O’Jays was when I heard them cover the Bob Dylan song Emotionally Yours on this tribute to Dylan.  It has always stuck with me.  Enjoy!

Cross the Green Mountain

I am watching Ken Burns’s amazing Civil War series.  One of my favorite Dylan songs is his song about the Civil War, Cross the Green Mountain.  These are the lyrics:

I crossed the green mountain
I slept by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head
I dreamt a monstrous dream

Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept through the land of
The rich and the free

I look into the eyes
Of my merciful friend
And then I ask myself
Is this the end?

Memories linger
Sad yet sweet
And I think of the souls
In heaven who will meet

Alters are burning
The flames far and wide
The foe has crossed over
From the other side

They tip their caps
From the top of the hill
You can feel them come
More brave blood do spill

Along the dim
Atlantic line
The ravaged land
Lasts for miles behind

The lights coming forward
And the streets are broad
All must yield
To the avenging God

The world is old
The world is grey
Lessons of life
Can’t be learned in a day

I watch and I wait
And I listen while I stand
To the music that comes
From a far better land

Close the eyes of our captain
Peace may he know
His long night is done
The great leader is laid low

He was ready to fall
He was quick to defend
Killed outright he was
By his own men

It’s the last day’s last hour
Of the last happy year
I feel that the unknown world is so near

Pride will vanish
And glory will rot
But virtue lives
And cannot be forgot

The bells
Of evening have rung
There’s blasphemy on every tongue

Let them say that I walked
In fair nature’s light
And that I was loyal
To truth and to right

Serve God and be cheerful
Look upward beyond
Beyond the darkness that masks
The surprises of dawn

In the deep green grasses
And the blood stained woods
They never dreamed of surrendering
They fell where they stood

Stars fell over Alabama
I saw each star
You’re walking in dreams
Whoever you are

Chilled are the skies
Keen is the frost
The ground’s froze hard
And the morning is lost

A letter to mother
Came today
Gunshot wound to the breast
Is what it did say

But he’ll be better soon
He’s in a hospital bed
But he’ll never be better
He’s already dead

I’m ten miles outside the city
And I’m lifted away
In an ancient light
That is not of day

They were calm, they were blunt
We knew them all too well
We loved each other more than
We ever dared to tell