Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Saturday, June 11, 2016

The political genesis of the work of Arvo Pärt

“One line is like freedom, and the triad line is like discipline. It must work together" Arvo Pärt

"I apologize but I cannot help you with words. I am a composer and express myself with sounds'. Arvo Pärt

The Estonian born composer Arvo Pärt is one of the most influential contemporary classical composers in the world. His simplified compositional technique, known as tintinnabuli, has defined his musical style since the late 1970's and appears in compositions such as Fur Alina, Fratres, Spiegel im SpiegelCantus  in Memoriam Benjamin Britten and Tabula Rasa.

Tintinnabuli (the latin word for bell) is a particular style of composition that weaves together melodic lines in which one voice or instrument outlines a chord, while the other circulates around it. The music moves slowly in patterns and waves, creating austere, hypnotic and achingly beautiful musical patterns. The sparse and repetitive arrangements give the listener space to experience and interpret the music.

While Arvo Pärt is one of the most performed classical composers in the world, the political significance and genesis of his work is generally overlooked. Pärt's work is usually discussed primarily in terms of his faith and religiosity, not surprising given his Eastern orthodox Christianity.

Pärt makes no claim to be a political composer and dismisses any political interpretation of his work claiming that:
"I have never participated in political art. My compositions have never been political, even the ‘Khodorkovsky’ Symphony has really nothing to do with politics".

However, Pärt's work has powerful political resonances and emerged out of a matrix of political forces- his courage in refusing to compose music to satisfy Soviet authorities; his banning by the Russian authorities and subsequent internal exile' within Estonia; his subsequent external exile from Estonia to the west; the cultural tradition in Estonia whereby music and song are a means to give voice to political motivations and aspirations, and his willingness to speak out and take a stand against injustice and suffering.

Pärt was born born in 1935 in Paide in Estonia, then part of the communist Soviet Union. After completing military service he attended and graduated from the Tallinan Conservatory in 1963. From 1958-1967 he worked as a recording engineer with Estonian Radio. 

Pärt never produced the strictly political music expected of Soviet composers and his early music was censored by the Soviet authorities in the 1960s as its religious message was considered an act of political dissidence. He fell quiet for half a decade and emerged in 1976 with "Fur Alina", the first of his distinctive tintinnabuli style compositions.

His work was promptly banned in the USSR and Pärt was permitted to emigrate in January 1980, first to Vienna and then to Berlin, where he settled. He now divides his time between Berlin and Tallinn. 

When he left the Soviet Union with his wife and 2 sons, Pärt was stopped by border police for a luggage search. He told the New York Times:
“We had only seven suitcases, full of my scores, records and tapes. They said, ‘Let’s listen.’ It was a big station. No one else was there. We took my record player and played ‘Cantus.’ It was like liturgy. Then they played another record, ‘Missa Syllabica.’ They were so friendly to us. I think it is the first time in the history of the Soviet Union that the police are friendly.”

Commenting on that incident Pärt's wife noted“I saw the power of music to transform people.”

Pärt was influenced by the Estonian cultural milieu where music has always been a key political force. In the 1980's music and song was the mechanism used to drive the movement for Estonian independence from the Soviet Union. 

Estonia made its revolution by song. During what is referred to as 'the Singing Revolution', Estonians gathered to organise for independence under the guise of singing. In June 1988, hundreds of thousands of people gathered for five successive nights to sing protest songs. Within 3 years Estonia had achieved independence from Soviet rule.

Arvo Pärt also uses his work to express solidarity with those who suffer and resist injustice.

He created a musical piece Drei Hirtenkinder aus Fatima in response to a painting based on photography taken at Auschwitz. His prayer of peace Da pacem Domine was a personal tribute to the victims of the Madrid Terrorist attack. He also composed Fur Lennart in memorian for the funeral service of Lennart Meri, the second elected President of the Estonian Republic after the fall of the Soviet Union.
Pärt dedicated every performance of his works in 2006 and 2007 to the memory of Russian journalist Anna Politkovskaya who was murdered in Moscow in 2006. Pärt wrote:

"Anna Politkovskaya staked her entire talent, energy and—in the end—even her life on saving people who had become victims of the abuses prevailing in Russia."

Arvo Pärt's own life has political significance - his courage in refusing to bow to state authoritarianism, his fortitude in the face of attacks and criticism from powerful interests, his unflinching persistence and perseverance and his belief in the power of artistic expression to break down the walls of prejudice, force and political power.

In a profile of  Arvo Pärt in the Guardian, Gunter Atteln describes Pärt as a man of courage, humility and authenticity who sees the injustices of the world and takes a political stand against them. Atteln describes Pärt's work as as deeply human, rather than political, although the distinction is somewhat semantic.

Pärt has spoken out politically about events in Russia and criticized Vladimir Putin. He said Putin has:

'.... spread around him massive amounts of hostility and aggression, which has its own dynamics and can only grow. You cannot take it back anymore. There is no control over it today. It cannot be called anything else but a crime. It is more than a crime".

Pärt's work also has political resonance in the way it evokes and resonates an ethos of deep simplicity and peacefulness- silence, stillness, contemplation, humility, a lack of rhetorical grandiosity- that acts as a counterbalance to the consumerism of capitalist societies.

Pärt's music is described by one commentator as evoking 'the radical disruptiveness of the profoundly peaceful'.

James Soemijantoro Wilson refers to  Pärt's music as part of the 'rebel yell of classic music' and cites Alex Ross from his book the Rest is Noise:

"It is not hard to guess why Pärt and several like-minded composers—notably Henryk Górecki and John Tavener—achieved a degree of mass appeal during the global economic booms of the eighties and nineties; they provided oases of repose in a technologically oversaturated culture. For some, Pärt’s strange spiritual purity filled a more desperate need; a nurse in a hospital ward in New York regularly played Tabula Rasa for young men who were dying of AIDS, and in their last days they asked to hear it again and again.”
This piece by Frederic Kiernan in The Conversation provides detailed background on Pärt's history and compositions.

A detailed biography of Pärt is hereA link to a documentary about Arvo Pärt titled The Lost Paradise by Robert Wilson is here. A link to another documentary about Pärt, Even if I Lose Everything  by Dorian Supin is here.

More stories about Arvo Pärt are here, here and here.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Sings of Renown: For a Short Time- Weddings, Parties, Anything

"Tell me how long is a short time, is it longer than two hours,
Or a bit less than a weekend. Is it shorter than a year?
Is it the time it takes to not complete your business with a person,
With a friend you make in transit,
to a daughter held so dear."
Mick Thomas and Weddings Parties Anything


The song For a Short Time appears on the 1997 album River'Esque, the ninth album by the Australian folk/alternative rock band Weddings Parties Anything.

Weddings Parties Anything (known as Weddings or WPA) were a seminal Australian band with a passionate fan base and cult following, who played music rooted in Australian history and Australian culture. 

Revered for their live performances, Weddings recorded and toured continuously for 15 years from 1984 until 1999 when they split up. They have reunited occasionally for gigs since then, with the last reunion concert being in 2012.

Mick Thomas, the band's lead singer, front man and composer of the majority of songs, is recognized as one of Australia's finest songwriters. 

The song For a Short Time was written by Mick Thomas and proved to be one of the band's more melodic and emotional songs, regularly featuring as a favorite in live gigs. The song also features regularly in Mick Thomas solo gigs, often closing the show.

The song is about people who come into the orbit of our lives for short time and then are gone for good, leaving a legacy that combines melancholia, regret and sorrow, with joy and appreciation for the memory of that person. 

As a friend of mine said, the song "speaks to the fragility of the heart".

And sometimes you can feel more, for someone you've barely kissed,
but you don't see it at the time, and the moment that you've missed.
For a short time, she was standing there,
and you saw her, 
she saw you 
and you recall the colour of her hair.
For a long time, you never thought of her,
Then you heard she was gone for good,
You might have cried then if you could,
Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
The tears are falling in your mind,
For a short time.

Mick Thomas wrote the song about a young woman, 'a daughter held so dear', who was a friend of the band 'for a short time'

There's a photo of your gang, 
on the night she hung about,
and you're looking like a wag, 
you've got your fat tongue poking out.
But she's no-where to be seen, 
you won't spot her anywhere.
It was her who took the picture, 
you were looking straight at her.

A few years later he found out that she had died in an accident.

The song features the haunting violin of Jen Anderson and the evocative piano accordion playing of Mark Wallace.



For a Short Time
Michael Thomas and Weddings, Parties Anything

Sometimes you can say more, in a drunken hour or so
than some people get across, in a life of lying low.
And sometimes you can feel more, for someone you've barely kissed
but you don't see it at the time, and the moment that you've missed.
For a short time, she was standing there,
and you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair.
For a long time, you never thought of her,
Then you heard she was gone for good,
You might have cried then if you could,
Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
The tears are falling in your mind,
For a short time.

There's a photo of your gang, on the night she hung about,
and you're looking like a wag, you've got your fat tongue poking out.

But she's no-where to be seen, you won't spot her anywhere.
It was her who took the picture, you were looking straight at her.
For a short time, she was standing there,
and you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair.

For a long time, you never thought of her,
Then you heard she was gone for good,
You might have cried then if you could,
Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
The tears are falling in your mind,
For a short time.

Tell me how long is a short time, is it longer than two hours,
Or a bit less than a weekend. Is it shorter than a year?
Is it the time it takes to not complete your business with a person,
With a friend you make in transit,
to a daughter held so dear.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Songs of Renown: Billy Bragg interprets Woody Guthrie's 'I Aint Got No Home'


"I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
I been working, mister, since the day I was born
Now I worry all the time like I never did before
'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and a funny place to be;
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore."
 Woody Guthrie

No one does Woody Guthrie's songs of capitalist plundering and immiseration better than Billy Bragg.

On his most recent album, Tooth and Nail, Billy Bragg does a magnificent cover version of Woody Guthrie's Great Depression era song 'I Aint Got No Home', one of the great political folk songs.

Woody Guthrie composed 'I Ain't Got No Home'  in 1940 and recorded the song in the same year. It first appeared on Woody Guthrie Dust Bowl Ballads Volume 2.

The tune is based on a  traditional hymn titled 'I Can't Feel Home in this World Anymore' that was made famous by the Carter Family.

The song could have been written in the last 8 years. It is all there- people losing their homes to the bankers, people dying for lack of proper health care, the rich making millions by gambling on the stock market while ordinary people's wages go backwards.

The song has a contemporary resonance with its musings about "Now I worry all the time like I never did before/ Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore", how the “rich man took my home and drove me from my door” and mention of “the banker’s store”.
Earlier versions of Guthrie's song concluded by stating that the hardship expressed in the song is happening to "a hundred thousand others and a hundred thousand more," all of whom were victimized by the more fortunate elite.  Once again, a reflection of what has happened since the 2008 economic crash.
Bragg, like Woody Guthrie, is a singer songwriter who made his name with socio-political songs and his involvement in social movements and political campaigns. Bragg is known as a combative British socialist who doggedly opposed the British Conservative Party and its leader Margaret Thatcher throughout the ’80s and ’90s.

This version of Woody Guthrie's song appears on Billy Blagg's 2013 album Tooth and Nail, which was produced by American singer songwriter Joe Henry whose work has appeared on this blog before.


Woody Guthrie's version of the song is here



The song has also been covered by Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen. Springsteen's version (with slightly different lyrics) is here.



I Aint Got No Home
By Woody Guthrie

I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,
Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town.
And the police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road,
A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod;
Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor;
My crops I lay into the banker's store.
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
I been working, mister, since the day I was born
Now I worry all the time like I never did before
'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and a funny place to be;
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
.
© Copyright 1961  and 1963  by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.; TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Songs of Renown: Ode to Billie Joe by Bobbie Gentry

"It was the third of June,
another sleepy, dusty Delta day.
I was out choppin' cotton
and my brother was balin' hay.
And at dinner time we stopped,
and we walked back to the house to eat.
And mama hollered at the back door
"y'all remember to wipe your feet."


Within a week of release in 1967, Ode to Billie Joe, the song written and performed by 20 year old Bobbie Gentry, an unknown Mississippi born singer-songwriter sold 750,000 copies in a week and replaced the Beatles "All You Need is Love" from the top of the music charts.

Her album of the same name knocked Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band off the top of the albums chart.

Ode to Billie Joe, was Gentry's debut single and was recorded in 40 minutes on July 10 1967. Gentry accompanied herself on acoustic guitar and strings were added later. The original version of the song was 7 minutes long, however the record company cut it down to 4 minutes and released it as a single.

The mysterious and tragic song, described by some as a "Southern gothic song", told the story of young lovers, the suicide of a young man and something thrown off a bridge in Mississippi.  

Gentry's first person narrative, written from the perspective of the main female character, lays out a dinner table conversation between the narrator, her mother and father and brother about the death of her friend Billie Joe McAllister.

The conversation links the narrator to Billie Joe and then the mother tells the narrator (Gentry) that the town's preacher saw a girl "that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge" And then comes the lines that evokes the mystery at the heart of the song:

'And she and Billy Joe was throwin’ somethin’ off the Tallahatchee Bridge'

People were intrigued by the mystery at the heart of the song's narrative. What did Billie Joe and his friend throw off the Tallahatchee Bridge and why- was it a baby, a ring, a rock, a bouquet of flowers or something else thrown off the bridge? And why did Billie Joe jump off the bridge to  commit suicide?

Gentry said little about the song's origins and meaning, increasing the mystery associated with the song and leaving the listener to read their own meaning(s) into the song.

Gentry once said the song was really about indifference, and was as she described it “...a study in unconscious cruelty.”
Those questions are of secondary importance in my mind. The story of Billie Joe has two more interesting underlying themes. First, the illustration of a group of people's reactions to the life and death of Billie Joe, and its subsequent effect on their lives, is made. Second, the obvious gap between the girl and her mother is shown, when both women experience a common loss (first, Billie Joe and, later, Papa), and yet Mama and the girl are unable to recognize their mutual loss or share their grief.
The song sold over 3 million copies and Gentry won 3 Grammy awards, including Best Artist, the first country artist to win the award. In 2001, Rolling Stone magazine listed the song among the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.

As part of the Bloomsbury 33 1/3 series on popular albums, journalist Tara Murtha wrote Ode to Billie Joe, a book which casts Gentry as a feminist icon who wore false eyelashes and danced on stage in skin-tight jumpsuits and wrote songs of high literary value that crossed genres, while pursuing her own independent musical and business vision in a male dominated music industry. 

Murtha reminds us that Gentry was one of the first female country artists to compose songs, include her own songs on albums (her first album Ode to Billie Joe included 10 of her own songs),  play her own instruments and produce her own music.

Murtha cites a 1974 quote from Gentry (about her song Fancy), which reflected her views about women's liberation:

"I agree wholeheartedly with that movement and all the serious issues they stood for-equality, equal pay, day care centres, and women's rights to abortion."

Of Gentry, Murtha said:

‘People saw a country singer, but she was really foremost a brilliant writer-composer and multi-instrumentalist, who also happened to be a super-sexy theatre geek. She designed costumes for each character she created, for god’s sake’

A long interview with Murtha and an extract from her book is here.

In this interview singer- songwriter and producer Joe Henry cited the song's influence on him.

"I loved "Ode to Billy Joe" - like anybody, you know, Bobbie Gentry. That was such an incredibly deft bit of writing in the way that that story is unfolded. You know, it starts off, you know - it places the character in a moment, and then the story just starts to unfold around it. And I think it's a perfect example of great songwriting... an incredibly deft bit of writing in the way that that story is unfolded. … [I]t places the character in a moment, and then the story just starts to unfold around it"

An intriguing aspect is not just the mystery associated with the song, but also with Bobbie Gentry herself (whose real name was Roberta Streeter).

Bobbie Gentry was born in Mississippi in 1947 and grew up in a family environment steeped in music. In 1960, after her mother's divorce, Gentry moved to California. She taught herself guitar, banjo, bass and vibes and started playing gigs as a teenager. She performed as a stage performer, dancer and singer and studied at the LA Conservatory of Music.

After the success of Ode to Billie Joe, Gentry's career took off.  She released award winning and best selling singles and albums, toured and performed with high profile artists, appeared on TV shows and even stared in her own TV show. She charted 11 singles on the Top 100 and 4 singles in the UK Top 40. She also created highly successful stage and cabaret performances at Los Vegas.

By 1975 Gentry had lost interest in music and dropped out of the music industry. She disappeared from public life and has not performed, released any music or made any public statements ever since. She has refused interviews and remained silent.


 

Ode to Billie Joe
Bobbie Gentry
 
It was the third of June,
another sleepy, dusty Delta day.
I was out choppin' cotton
and my brother was balin' hay.
And at dinner time we stopped,
and we walked back to the house to eat.
And mama hollered at the back door
"y'all remember to wipe your feet."
And then she said she got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge
Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge.

Papa said to mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas,
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense,
pass the biscuits, please."
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow."
Mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow.
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge,
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billy Joe
Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show.
And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night?
"I'll have another piece of apple pie, you know it don't seem right.
I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge,
And now you tell me Billy Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge."

Mama said to me "Child, what's happened to your appetite?
I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite.
That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today,
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday. Oh, by the way,
He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge."


A year has come 'n' gone since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe.
Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo.
There was a virus going 'round, papa caught it and he died last spring,
And now mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything.
And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge,
And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Songs of Renown: Martin Simpson and Martin Taylor's One Day, in memory of Taylor's son.

One Day is a song composed by the UK jazz guitarist Martin Taylor as a tribute to his son Stewart Taylor, who took his own life in 2005, aged just 21.

Taylor composed the tune and melody for the song and write a few words, which he then passed onto his friend, the UK folk/traditional guitarist Martin Simpson, who expanded the melody and wrote the lyrics.

Martin Simpson recorded the full song on his 2009 album True Stories.

Simpson's version is a profoundly moving and beautiful tribute to Martin Taylor's son.

When asked about the song, Martin Simpson said: 

“I’m still kind of reeling from that whole experience, of being asked to do that. It was an extraordinary thing to ask me to do, really. He had faith in me, which was really delightful. It could have been very difficult and might have failed completely. Apart from anything else, finding out about the twin oak trees was really an extraordinary gift.”

The song draws upon Martin Taylor's Gypsy heritage and the lyrics refer to the Gypsy tradition whereby a deceased child is buried with an acorn in each hand.

"The twin oaks in the hedgerow, they grow strong from such sadness,
Grown from the grave of a lost Gypsy child,
The leaves and the long grass they whisper your name, my Romany Chavo
So dear and so wild."

More information on the song and Simpson's version is here, here and here.

Earlier blog pieces featuring Martin Simpson are here.

A live instrumental version by Martin Taylor, prepared for the Japanese's Earthquake and Tsunami Appeal, is here



A home video version of Martin Simpson playing and singing the song live is here:

 
Another live version of Martin Taylor playing the song on ABC Radio is here

One Day

Well my heart is broken
for I loved you so dearly
you're my romany charl
my dear gypsy boy

But the life that we shared
it was gone in a moment
and with it all pleasure
and with it all joy

You rode a horse like a king
and you sang like an angel
but it bought you no peace
by night and by day

When sunlight burns cruel
and moonlight shines balefully
there would be nowhere to go
and no reason to stay

You rode a horse like a king
and I watched you so proudly
with my heart in my mouth
afraid you might fall
and when the fall came
there was no-one could catch you
no one could help you
no one at all

The twin oaks in the hedgerow
they grow strong from such sadness
drawn from the grave
of a lost gypsy child

and the leaves and the long grass
they whisper your name
my romany chavel
so near and so wild

One day I will hear hoofbeats
and not grieve for the rider
and the song you sing
will bring peace and not pain
and the fields where you rode
on your pushty ride
will bloom with the promise of laughter again

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Sunday's poem in musical mode: WB Yeats The Two Trees

"Evil comes to all us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.'
William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
 
The Two Trees
WB Yeats


Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There, through bewildered branches go
Winged Loves borne on in gentle strife,
Tossing and tossing to and fro
The flaming circle of our days,
The flaming circle of our life.
When looking on their shaken hair
And dreaming how they dance and dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

 Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile.
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
With broken boughs, and blackened leaves,
And roots half hidden under the snows

Driven by a storm that ever grieves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

(1893)


W.B. Yeats is considered among the finest poets of the 20th century.

Yeats apparently wrote the poem The Two Trees as a form of love poem  for Maude Gonne, the woman he long-loved and agonized over.  You can read more here.

At another level, Yeats poem exemplifies the respect and reverence that different cultures have for trees and their symbolic, life-giving and mystical qualities.              

Another view of the poem is that Yeats was inviting the reader (the "Beloved") to choose between two paths, as represented by the Two Trees. Yeats seems to contrasts the path of inner spirituality and compassion with that of cynicism and evil, which some claim represents the Tree of Life and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

This view seems to be reflected in a musical version of the poem created by Canadian singer songwriter Loreena McKennitt, who put Yeats's poem to music in a song that appears on her 1996 album  The Mask and the Mirror.  (McKennitt changed and added some words).

McKennitt's music is profoundly beautiful and compliments Yeats powerful sacred imagery.

McKennitt has put other Yeats poems to music, most notably The Stolen Child, as well as poems by Alfred Tennyson, William Blake, William Shakespeare, Alfred Noyes (Noyes's poem the Highwaymen,  features in an earlier blog piece), St John of the Cross and Archibald Lampman.

Loreena McKennitt's album version of Yeats poems is below.



A live version of the song is here



Friday, November 13, 2015

Songs of Renown: Patti Smith- Paths that Cross




Patti Smith wrote ‘Paths That Cross’ to comfort an ailing Robert Mapplethorpe on the death in 1987 of Sam Wagstaff, his partner, lover and mentor (This article is about Sam Wagstaff)

Robert Mapplethorpe  was of course Patti Smith's former lover, artistic muse and collaborator and passionate friend. Their story of love and friendship is told in Patti Smith's magnificent and beautifully written memoir of love and devotion Just Kids, written as an elegy for Robert Mapplethorpe.

In Just Kids Patti Smith writes about the song's creation:


 "On the fourteenth of January I received a distraught call from Robert. Sam, his sturdy love and patron, had died. They had weathered painful shifts in their relationships, and also the critical tongues and envy of others, but they could not stem the tide of the terrible fortune that befell them. Robert was devastated by the loss of Sam, the bulwark of his life.
Sam's death also cast a shadow on Robert's hopes for his own recovery. To comfort him I wrote the lyrics and Fred*  the music to "Paths that Cross", a sort of Sufi song in memory of Sam. Though Robert was grateful for the song, I knew one day I might seek out these same words for myself. Paths that will cross again".
*(Fred Sonic Smith was Patti Smith's husband)

 Paths That Cross
By Patti Smith

 
Speak to me
Speak to me heart
I feel a needing
to bridge the clouds
Softly go
A way I wish to know
A way I wish to know

Oh you'll ride
Surely dance
In a ring
Backwards and forwards
Those who seek
feel the glow
A glow we will all know
A glow we will all know

On that day
Filled with grace
And the heart's communion
Steps we take
Steps we trace
Into the light of reunion

Paths that cross
will cross again
Paths that cross
will cross again

Speak to me
Speak to me shadow
I spin from the wheel
nothing at all
Save the need
the need to weave
A silk of souls
that whisper whisper
A silk of souls
that whispers to me

Speak to me heart
all things renew
hearts will mend
round the bend
Paths that cross
cross again
Paths that cross
will cross again

Rise up hold the reins
We'll meet again I don't know when
Hold tight bye bye
Paths that cross
will cross again
Paths that cross
Will cross again

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Songs of Renown: Townes Van Zandt- high, low and in-between

 
High, low and in-between
Townes Van Zandt
 
Come from a long line
High, low and in between, same as you
Hills of golden, hails of poison
Time's thrown me through
And I believe I've come to learn
That turning 'round is to become confusion

 And the gold's no good for spending
And the poison's hungry waiting
What can you leave behind
When you're flying lightning fast and all alone?
Only a trace, my friend
Spirit of motion born and direction grown
The trace it will not fade in frozen skies
And your journey will be
And if a shadow don't seem much company
But who said it would be?
 
There is the highway
And the home-made lovin' kind, the highway's mine
And us ramblers will get the travelin' done
You fathers build with stones that stand and shine
Heaven's where you find it
And you can't take too much with you

 But daddy, don't you listen
It's just this highway talkin'
 
All things that are alive
Are brothers in the soil and in the sky
And I believe it with my blood, if not my eyes
I don't know why we can't be brothers here,
I know we should be
Answers don't seem easy
and I'm wondering if they could be
 
 

The Texan singer-songwriter Townes Van Zandt, who died in 1997 aged just 52 after a long struggle with mental illness and addiction, is considered by many  to be one of the finest contemporary Aamerican songwriters.

Townes Van Zandt is revered and admired by musicians and musical aficionados alike as one of the most evocative lyricists in contemporary music. 

Van Zandt wrote songs of immense beauty, sadness, alienation and despair and pathos, many of which draw from his conscious and unconscious experience and from historical and personal events. 

There is a timeless, poetic and deeply philosophical quality to his lyrics which stand as poetry first, then as music.  For Van Zandt it was essential that songs work as poetry first and he worked tirelessly to craft his song lyrics.

The song High, low and in-between was the final track on his early 70's album of the same name.