19 Mar 2012
They Can’t Take That Away From Me - Diana Krall
Okay, I feel terribly exposed talking about all these intimate details on the internet. When I started this project I didn’t realize how personal it was going to get. I guess that’s just the cost of telling my musical story. My relationship to music is intimate and steeped in memory. I’m apparently incapable of talking about one without the other.
So, continuing…
It’s a unique kind of relationship that starts from an existing close friendship. There’s an immediate intensity to it. Combine that with a fixed time limit, and it’s even more so. In this song I clearly see the two of us, up late talking, listening to music, and just generally enjoying the moment. This memory must have taken time during high school, not the summer after, because I specifically remember hearing the lyric of “the way we dance ‘til 3” and realizing that it was at least 3am at that very moment. On a school night. And I had to be up in only a few hours. Still, no regrets.
For someone who isn’t really into lyrics, I seem rather focused on them here. But the song doesn’t lie, this was a person who really and truly changed my life. I would not be the same person if I had never met her. The memory of all that… no, you can’t take that way from me.
Like a Prayer - Madonna
There are two memories to go along with this song. The first is well before this moment in time, somewhere early 90’s.
It’s dinner time, but MTV is playing in the adjacent living room. For some reason it just gets left on. My dad wanders over to watch what’s going on over there. On MTV is Madonna, specifically “Like a Prayer”. He seems a little overly fixated, or at least according to my mom’s perception. Shortly thereafter a call is made to the cable company and we no longer have MTV.
This remains true until years later when they switch what channel MTV airs on and instead we’re blocked out of some other (far more harmless) channel. My brother and I neglect to inform my mom of the change.
Pulling the plug on MTV was for the best, really. By then it had already started its transition from music television to teenage marketing. I was glad to be exposed to music videos at all, because the pairing of music to imagery can be extremely powerful. But in the long run I was better off without MTV.
Okay, so given that story why am I talking about “Like a Prayer” now?
It’s Senior prom. Not my school’s prom, but that of a friend. A special friend who never really became a special friend. Look, it’s too complicated to get into here.
Despite not knowing anyone there because it wasn’t my school I still had a good time at the prom. When it’s over we head to an after-party at one of her friend’s house. Nothing rambunctious, just a small group of people hanging out, giggling, and signing karaoke.
It was at this point that my friend completely transformed my interpretation of this song. She explained to all of us that this song is about fellatio, right before singing it, and dancing along. I remember laughing, a lot. She was quite convincing, and now that’s all I hear from this song.
Weapon and the Wound - Days of the New
Okay, we need a shift in tone. Something a little less heavy. Well… this song has one of those odd associations that’s entirely personal to me and completely irrelevant to anyone else. This song makes me think of mammoth tanks.
I’m on the computer in my dad’s office. I’m listening to the radio and they’re doing an interview on the release of the second Days of the New album. It turns out the band is really just one dude, Travis Meeks, because he fired the rest between albums. The first album was basically acoustic guitar porn; the second one is a far more ambitious project.
The point is that I was listening to this interview and later the whole album as I’m playing Command & Conquer: Tiberian Sun. I’m building my base, sending out tanks, and listening to my custom soundtrack. Two independent pieces of content consumed at the same time, forever linked together in my brain.
I struggled to pick the one song from the album to represent this connection. In the end it had to be “Weapon and the Wound”, because I have a reaction to the orchestral beginning of this song that evokes specific units from the game. What I was doing and what I was listening to matched particularly poorly at that point in time. The song does not suggest mammoth tank carnage, but that’s what was unfolding before my eyes. Yet now, they totally match for me, because that’s how memory links everything together.
Probably more than any other, this song represents what this list is about. Music memory.
I had just dropped my girlfriend and her family off at the airport. I saw them off at the gate, because back then you could do that sort of thing. It’s shortly after that moment, and I’m driving their minivan home. But it’s my music in the stereo. This isn’t the first song that comes on after leaving the airport; it’s actually a bit later when this perfect match to my mood hits. To this day I can see where I was in all clarity, driving on I-5, every single time this song starts.
In that moment emotion and music found each other and fused. Permanently. Those first couple notes hit me so hard, and they still do. After that gentle start then the song develops this understated drive that perfectly synced with my very real and physical drive away from a difficult emotional moment. It then turns its somber character to be slightly more optimistic. I was in that moment considering my very near and very unsure future, and this tone was a great aid to me.
That first minute and a half of this song are so intensely familiar to me. It’s honestly startling the power it still has over me.
I’ve always considered myself to have a poor memory. This whole project has really helped solidify a different perspective on that. It isn’t that my memory is bad; it’s that it doesn’t store what I expect it to. I never have forgotten the memory of this song, but I didn’t realize how many similar connections I have buried in my head. This musical archaeology has helped me realize this, and I’m so happy that I decided to go on this crazy journey.
12 Mar 2012
Little Wing - Stevie Ray Vaughn
In my last two years of high school I added on part time community college classes via the “Running Start” program. Between the two it was a lot of school. It was kind of ridiculous. For some reason I didn’t really question the sanity of it.
It was the one time in my life that I ever really drove. I had delayed as long as possible before getting my license, and only a year or two later when I arrived at college I ditched personal transport for public transit. But when I was doing high school and community college at the same time there was no other way to get it done. One of the few things I liked about driving was the excellent acoustics. There was something just truly personal about being sealed in with music all around you.
I have a distinct memory of driving to class at the community college when “Little Wing” came on. It created a dilemma. If I were to get out of my car right then (which is what I needed to do to be on time for class) I would miss the rest of the song. But this song was too good. I hung out in the parking lot to let the song play out. Finishing that song was clearly more important than my education.
The thing is, that wasn’t even my first time with the song. I had heard it plenty of times before, and knew I would again. That was kind of the problem; I knew exactly how good it was. It’s pure bliss, beginning to end, and on a level that manages to make Jimi look he was barely scratching the surface with the original.
Lie in Our Graves - Dave Matthews Band
This unassuming song takes me a couple places.
First is to an empty parking lot with my friends Kristin and Dave. We’re listening to Dave Matthews on the car stereo, windows down, and dancing outside. We probably look like total idiots, but we don’t care.
Next is at a church Young Life function, where Kristin is going through the song lyric by lyric in some presentation on the power of secular music. Dave and I are in the back, dancing in our chairs, and being thoroughly distracting.
Finally is me by myself, playing the song on the guitar. This was one of the few songs I actually learned how to play in its entirety. That may sound like it’d be a more common occurrence, but unless you’re actually performing music it’s far easier to just learn the main riffs of songs and leave it at that. This song has many different forms and transitions, and I decided to learned them all. I could play it from beginning to end, or at least I could back then.
It’s not my favorite Dave Matthews song, but it is one that’s special to me through some set of oddly personal events.
All-Star - Smash Mouth
This song is Dave. He was a totally charismatic guy that would go through the halls and somehow be friends with everyone. I’ve never known anyone with as much school spirit as Dave. During Senior year he called everyone “All-Star”. He was kind of a catch phrase kind of guy, but he somehow managed to make it sound personal for each person.
We eventually became pretty good friends. We’d been around each other for all of high school and earlier, but it wasn’t until Senior year that anything clicked. This was largely the result of shared proximity to Kristin, but Dave and I found our own ways to bond, like Starcraft.
Later we had a sort of a falling out. There was an incident involving a girl that Dave didn’t approve of, but we never talked about it. We just allowed things to drift apart. When you’ve both left to different cities for college it’s incredibly easy to just let things fade and die naturally.
Sugar Craft - Medeski, Martin & Wood
Later in life Jessica (we’ll get to her, but not quite yet) would be worried about exposing me to Morcheeba because of the record scratching and general mixed and/or electronic elements. I had become pretty strongly acoustic in my music listening habits, and she was worried about offending my gentle sensibilities. But she had nothing to fear, because years earlier I had been listening to the continually evolving and experimenting music of MMW. Although it was dormant then, I’d already adopted stuff like this to my vocabulary years earlier.
Do What You Have To Do - Sarah McLachlan
I never owned this album. I say this not in an effort to protect my manliness (although this is probably the girliest entry on this list). I say this because it’s noteworthy how well I know the album given that I never had personal access to it. This is the result of dating someone with a different musical history; you get a deep dive into their music tastes without even realizing that it’s happening.
As I built this list I often do research by listening to albums I remember being exposed to at the time. Sometimes I come back with memories, sometimes I don’t. This one was a bit of a late addition, something I didn’t even consider until a week ago. But I’m glad I acted on that idea. This album sounds like high school to me. It sounds like prom. And it sounds like the relationship I was in.
I didn’t go out of my way to select a song with any lyrical significance. But in listening through the album this song oddly stuck out to me, and then I noticed the lyrics of what I had chosen. “I don’t know how to let you go.” Wow, okay. Um, did I mention that this was a doomed relationship? It was the end of high school, and we were each going away to colleges in different states. The experiment had an undeniable fixed end point. It didn’t really matter if it was going well, it was going to fall apart. It had to. That creates a very particular brew of emotions. And this song stirs those up.
There were less heavy aspects to this album. “Ice Cream”, for example. But I’m going to stick with my first instinct and go with the melodrama.
09 Mar 2012
I Could Be Wrong - Seven Mary Three
There is a drum kit in my basement. There isn’t normally, but today there is. That’s because there’s music brewing in the basement. Me and a collection of friends are recreating “I Could Be Wrong” to the best of our ability. Including drums. Including horns. This shit is happening.
I don’t think we did a terribly good job of covering the song. But we tried, and it was fun. I remember going through the shared guitar/horn solo with Andy. I remember that feeling of a group of people working together to co-create. For as much time as I’ve spent on music in my life, not very much of it has been spent making music with other people. That’s probably not very wise of me.
This motley crew of half-committed musicians also attempted some original works. I have a cassette case labeled with one of those recordings. Cruelly the case is empty; the tape that goes with it got lost in the shuffle. I still hope that one day I’ll stumble upon it and unlock a window into this time period.
Born on the Bayou – Creedence Clearwater Revival
In Freshman year my social studies class required a presentation on a scale that blew my middle-school mind. The teacher wanted us to talk for how long? In front of everyone? It was supposed to be about some modern nation, but I had Egypt and totally cheated by talking about pharaohs and mummification the whole time. I spent more time on the rendition of Anubis on my oversized poster than I did on planned talking points. When my presentation was over my teacher made some comment about my radio voice. I barely heard it over my relief to be finished. But it turns out he was slightly prophetic, as that I ended up being a radio DJ for my final high school years.
Okay, so it was only the local student station (KGHP). And it’s not like I was selected for my voice - I just got the gig as a hand me down from my friends Phil and Ethan after they graduated. But I had a fair amount of fun with it.
I played a selection of music that sourced from all the things you’ve read about here, but more than anything I played classic rock. And Creedence Clearwater Revival is about as classic rock as it gets. So why “Born on the Bayou”? Sure I could put on something like “Fortunate Son”, but that song’s only like two minutes long. Since I needed to manually transition every song change I found myself subconsciously preferring the longer songs that gave me more time between. Plus “Born on the Bayou” has a great groove.
Shelf In The Room - Days of the New
My dad has acquired a rental property. I’m there to see the units for the first time. For some reason there’s an odd thing in the wall that also acts as a radio. I don’t think there was a callbox, so this wall device can’t be related to that. I feel like it was a thermostat, but what’s a thermostat doing with a radio? I remember thinking this was odd, but nonetheless tuning the radio and picking up this song. The speaker sounded awful, but there was still something nice about filling the empty apartment room with some raw acoustic music.
That wasn’t the first time I had heard the band or the song, but I think it was shortly after that that I picked up the album. It was exactly the sort of thing I needed: a celebration of the acoustic guitar. There are other instruments at work here, but there’s no denying the aggressively foreground guitar. It’s got a full and varied sound that makes you question why you’d ever need to electrify and distort such a powerful instrument.
I was excited to try to learn these songs. I bought the guitar tablature, but it turned out almost every song on the album had a crazy unique tuning. That killed the ability to pick up and play songs like these in a mixed rotation. It was hugely disappointing because I had been so excited to try to learn this style. Oh well, it was still inspiring to listen to.
Paran - John Zorn
So my friend Kevin had already been this great source of music influences. This one time I was hanging out at his house and he was playing… this. It catches my attention. I got the name from him and later bought a copy of the album. It’s the most Jewish thing I own.
I believe Kevin found the album as a result of the involvement of John Medeski, one of the M’s in MMW. It’s a strange album compared to the rest of my collection. I didn’t know exactly what to make of it, other than that there was something I liked about it. And because of the purely instrumental nature it was something I could listen to alongside all sorts of things. This gave it some legs.
There’s something about this album that makes me think of Vampire: The Masquerade - Redemption, a PC game that I would be playing later in college. That association exists, but I’m not exactly sure they are things I experienced overlapping. It’s true that this album feels like a good soundtrack for the early sections of the game in Prague and Vienna, but logistically I just can’t imagine myself setting up custom background music. There’s always been a mental connection between Kevin and Vampire (both the pen and paper game and the card game), so it’s possible that my brain just connected these two things up all on its own.
#41 - Dave Matthews Band
Eventually I took a deeper look at The Dave Matthews Band. I can’t remember what song brought me in, but it’s safe to say that Crash was the album. I listened to Under the Table and Dreaming around this time too, and very much enjoyed it, but for whatever reason it didn’t manage to form concrete memories like Crash did. Crash will have more contributions to this timeline than any other album, and that’s on a list where I try hard to only pick one song per album unless absolutely necessary.
Once I discovered The Dave Matthews Band I got into them a big way. The band was capable of a diverse sound from its unique combination of instruments, which I appreciated. But something that was particularly important to me was that Matthews could actually play the guitar. Well. And it was an acoustic guitar. These were not simple three chord jams hidden behind waves of distortion. Playing along to these songs demanded that I make significant growth as a guitarist.
I can’t imagine “#41” being played by any other band. It’s a song that defies description, which is probably why it never got a name. It was most likely “Crash Into Me” that caused me to pick up the album, but it’s the complexity behind something like “#41” that caused me to delve deep into this band for years.
Although I also have a loving memory of my dad dancing around like a monkey to “Proudest Monkey”. That’s good stuff too.