I know about incandescence, I’ve been the victim of incantations (don’t ask), and have heard of contatas. Last Sunday, I heard Paul Muldoon’s Incantata, a long poem, read aloud by Eamonn Wall, and interpreted by St. Louis composer Barbara Harbach for nine instruments – violin, viola, cello, piano, flute, clarinet, bassoon, horn, and trumpet. This […]
I know about incandescence, I’ve been the victim of incantations (don’t ask), and have heard of contatas. Last Sunday, I heard Paul Muldoon’s Incantata, a long poem, read aloud by Eamonn Wall, and interpreted by St. Louis composer Barbara Harbach for nine instruments – violin, viola, cello, piano, flute, clarinet, bassoon, horn, and trumpet. This was quite an original performance combining spoken word and music, distinctive forms and sounds, side by side.
A nice thing about a city like St. Louis is that it is large enough to attract some of the world’s finest artists, especially in the classical music scene. But it is small enough that you can actually engage these folks and learn some things without being intermediated by the media. I had met Ms. Harbach at a literary function earlier this year and have struck up an email dialogue with her.
She was gracious enough to answer two questions I had about her premier work:
-Why this number of players? Answer…the poetic story is on a large scale and she needed a small chamber orchestra to match that scale (as opposed to, say, a quartet or a trio).
-Why a conductor? Answer…the piece has complex cross rhythms that needed a conductor to keep together. More than six players gets a bit tricky to keep it all together.
As briefly as possible, the story concerns an Irish artist, Mary Farl Powers, with whom Muldoon had a tumultuous romance with, who elects not to treat her cancer using modern treatment methods. The liner notes for the program note that the poem is both a lament and a dissent from the artist’s fatalistic world view.
Each of the five movements, or musical interludes (?), has an easily identified fragment, that builds effortlessly into the theme. Memorable moments in the music for me were the transition from happy and spritely to somber and cautious in the first movement (“Powers”); the beautiful piano solo in the second movement (“Nocturne”) and the few measures of a string trio; the way the third movement (“Composed of Odds and Ends”) changes from a Irish jig like dance to a march, from pastoral and rural to patriotic; and the low jazzy rumblings building into a slow long crescendo to end the fourth movement (“Bitter-Sweet”). The fourth movement also features a lovely piano entrance.
I wished the fifth movement (“Coda”) gave me more of an impression of an ending, a wrap up, a tying together of the loose ends, rather than an abrupt piece of punctuation. I wanted more, not less, is what I mean.
Harbach’s complex rhythms were nevertheless quite approachable and appealing. I mean, it wasn’t like it went from Rastafarian to boogie or anything. I hope a CD is forthcoming so I can spend more time focusing on both the reading and the music. Even for the writer that I am, I have a terrible time focusing when I listen to a reading. It is so much easier for my mind to accompany music than the spoken word. I can’t wait to try get both sides of my brain working on this one again, though!
About the group that commissioned this work – Poetry Scores (St. Louis) apparently is known for pushing boundaries, synthesizing forms, and multi-media. It was noted during the intro that the group recently staged a combination of poetry readings and burlesque dancing. Sorry I missed that!
For those unaware, Harbach is an organist, harpsichordist, and prolific composer and much of her music is available on CD. I’ve got several of them. She incorporates subtle American themes and sounds, and has been compared to Aaron Copeland, but after I listened a few times, I kept thinking about Dvorak and how his New World Symphony, to me anyway, whispers America although I doubt I could ever articulate why. It just does.
Harbach’s music is beginning to whisper to me as well. And, let’s not forget, she’s a woman. How many lady composers of “classical music” do you know? I know only one – the obscure Amy Beach from the early 1900s. That alone makes Harbach’s music uniquely interpretated compared to all the male masters you know all too well.
Time’s a wastin’ for times to be changin’. This lady should be heard whether you are around to see her or not.
So, last week I arranged to conduct a “forum” at Occupy St Louis (ground zero is a few blocks from my office) on practical solutions to Wall Street. It took me a while to figure out their very democratic system and in the process I had a few great conversations with a union organizer and […]
So, last week I arranged to conduct a “forum” at Occupy St Louis (ground zero is a few blocks from my office) on practical solutions to Wall Street. It took me a while to figure out their very democratic system and in the process I had a few great conversations with a union organizer and a woman from NYC flogging her book and donating the money to the movement. Turns out all I had to do was get on the PA system and announce my workshop. One person showed and we had a fruitful conversation, but our ideas were largely theoretical.
Things at OSL got more organized and this week I agreed to conduct another forum, “Practical Solutions to Wall Street Power and Excesses.” I was actually on the schedule at their FB page and on the written schedule at the site. Yesterday was the big day.The weather was awful, having turned from sunshine to cold autumn rain. I prepared a two page handout and made seven copies, figuring I’d take five home with me.
I got there and no one could locate the PA system (probably stored away so no one would electrocute themselves in the rain), someone was playing loud music (I asked him to turn it down and, in his mind, I guess he did), and someone else apparently was going slightly bonkers with a metal folding chair. So, a couple of young guys screamed out, and others repeated, that the such and such forum would be starting now at the top of the stairs. “We’re all gonna get educated!!” the guy screamed, in a voice that would land my throat in Hall’s cough drop territory for two days.
Turns out I got the education. We had a very civil meeting, a great discussion, which took little prompting. There were 10-20 folks around me at any given time. The one person who looked the least likely to contribute (and looked the “least likely” period) had an impressive command of the facts and figures about Wall Street, the global economic system, and our political process. And he originated the “big idea” which I am going to share with you.
That the movement generate a nationwide petition making a demand that, say, the corporations sitting on $2-trillion in cash currently be forced to invest it, or some portion of it, in this country on things that create jobs. If, within 90 days, they refuse, then the movement (and sympathizers) boycott their businesses, walk out of the job, etc. A national strike.
This seems like a worthwhile idea for the following reasons:
-It’s an action with an immediate affect. this was the biggest complaint about all the other solutions. Everyone kept saying “we need jobs now!”
-It does involve any legislation or tax policy.
-it forces U.S. domiciled corporations to acknowledge that they must be part of the solution in creating jobs here instead of in China or India.
-It involves the unions which can bring organization and numbers to the effort
-It forces awareness because demand (boycott) and the means of production (strikes) both stop at the same time.
-It can build in strength as the movement builds.
Even it such an action turns out to be symbolic, that’s something.
My larger point here is that this is an important exercise for me, working with others who are so frustrated by the current system that they are willing to sleep in public spaces, risk getting beat up and arrested by the police, and so on, to create some alternative means of “hope and change,” since the last movement in the vein (you listening, Obama?) seems to have netted the 99% little, if anything.
I’ve been studying financial engineering, Wall Street, and the global financial system for five years (go figure – I just get interested in these things). I am working on a sociology degree with a focus on these topics. This summer, I was talking with my daughter who is at college and I kept wondering, how come no one is protesting what Wall Street (see my definition) is doing to this country?
Wonder no longer. I am energized!
Here’s what I handed out at my forum:
Solutions for Restraining Wall Street Excesses
First, a proposed definition of “Wall Street”: The circuit of political and financial hegemony that runs through the global financial services firms; the administration and the regulatory agencies under its control; the Congress, its committees and subcommittees, and the agencies it controls through budgetary proceedings; K street and the corporate lobbyists; the Federal Reserve, International Monetary Fund, the World Bank, other central banks, and sovereign bank systems; and elements of the global media. The most important characteristic of Wall Street under this definition is that its power completely and utterly transcends political parties. It is a system unto its own.
Some ideas (talking points) we the people can consider:
• Make the U.S. Federal Reserve accountable to the people. Currently, the Fed operates independently of the President (even though he/she appoints the Chairman and Congress approves) and the Congress, or any official elected by the people, for that matter,
• Enact a transaction tax on all Wall Street activities. If politicians seriously consider a “sales tax” or value added tax on people, then why not a “sales tax” on Wall Street transactions?
• Nationalize the banks. Three years ago, U.S. taxpayers handed them $750-billion, and while they paid most of it back, they also fattened their own compensation packages. Where is the improvement to the economy for the other 99%?
• Repeal the Commodities Futures Modernization Act of year 2000. This act prevents oversight of derivatives and other exotic financial products at the heart of repeated financial crises of the last thirty years.
• Insist that appointments for key positions within the federal government come from outside the system, not the same people that have been corrupting the system for thirty years.
• Force Wall Street to invest a portion of its profits and revenues into rebuilding the infrastructure of this country. Wall Street gets an F for managing the nation’s finances. The American Society of Civil Engineers has given the state of this nation’s infrastructure a D for many years. Invest in infrastructure engineering, not financial engineering.
• Start nation-building here at home. Take every dollar saved as we get out of Iraq and Afghanistan and invest in the foundation of this country – education, infrastructure, and energy.
• Break the circuit of Wall Street power.
• Force the use of comparative accounting procedures and rigorous standards on corporations. Financial engineering has become so complex, regulators allow each of them to use their own “proprietary models” to value their balance sheets. No one on the outside can discern what their real value is. How do you tax an entity that has the right to report whatever the hell it wants to? How do you invest in a company that offers little real transparency over its activities and accounting?
What are your talking points?
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I’ve been posting on my Facebook page a “fact” or message a day about Wall Street to show my sympathies with this movement, even though my definition of Wall Street is different from that of the movement. I define Wall Street as the the circuit of elite power that runs through Wall Street, Congress and […]
I’ve been posting on my Facebook page a “fact” or message a day about Wall Street to show my sympathies with this movement, even though my definition of Wall Street is different from that of the movement. I define Wall Street as the the circuit of elite power that runs through Wall Street, Congress and the Administration, K Street, and elements of the media.I think the movement’s definition is more like “an economic system that is unjust and unfair to 99% of the population.”
My interest here is to contribute in my own tiny way by getting these people focused on how we got where we are with the corrupt financial and political system we suffer under today and practical things we can all think about to solve the problem, or something more practical than sleeping in public spaces. Not that I object or hold that against them in our democracy. I just think once the occupation ends, governing has to be restarted and there really are concrete steps that can be taken to fix things.
Most of this comes from my studies of financial engineering over the last five years, now embodied in my graduate work towards a Doctorate in Sociology. In any case, I’ve re-posted my daily messages here (in reverse chronological order):
- The current recession is only the latest crisis properly laid at Wall St’s gilded door. What about the junk bond scandal, the Savings and Loan fiasco, the collapse of Long Term Capital Management, and the dot com, telecom, and energy com failures? After each, financial services got stronger for the next round because regulatory oversight got weaker. The system has become a siphon for the few who get transaction fees in current dollars by inflating the perception of future value estimated from their “proprietary” models.
- In 1985, 14% of American business profits went to financial firms. In 2006, at the height of the housing bubble, it was 33%. Today, it is still 25%. Is it even close to appropriate that one of every four dollars of profit comes from moving money around a corrupted system, instead of investing that money for the long-term good of Americans?
- In 2009, the AmericanSociety of Civil Engineers gave the condition of our nation’s infrastructure a grade of D. $2.2-trillion over five years is needed to fix it, accompanied by tens of thousands of jobs. Its pretty clear Wall St gets a F for managing the nation’s finances. We need long term investment in the foundation of the country not minute to minute speculation by the 0.001% that runs Wall Street.
- Repeal the Commodity Futures Modernization Act, passed by our Congress in year 2000 expressly to PREVENT regulation and oversight of derivatives and the exotic financial products at the heart of our financial crisis and the profits of the 1%
- Make the Fed transparent. Under current law, no elected representative of American citizens has the right to examine the Fed’s dealings with US banks or other global or central banks.
- Break the circuit of global economic power and influence, the handful of elites in the revolving door through Wall St, DC, K Street, and academia, and the media amplification of their message
- In less than 36 hrs in 2008, the Fed converted Goldman Sachs and the other investment banks into commercial banks so they could receive their share of TARP funds. Government works lightning fast when the right people have their hands out begging.
- When your personal net worth is $4-billion, every zero after that first digit represents the sweat and toil of others in the service of your vision.
- (The lack of) Money is the root of all evil. (with gratitude to Mad Magazine where I read this several decades ago)
- Reduce speculating. Expand educating.
- End Financial Engineering. Support Infrastructure Engineering.
In 1980, I saw U2 at a small venue called Privates on Manhattan’s upper east side. Believe it or not, I went for the opening act (I think, memory getting fuzzy), Teardrop Explodes. Anyway, I remember thinking after hearing U2 that this was a group that whose fame would grow larger than anyone, probably even […]
In 1980, I saw U2 at a small venue called Privates on Manhattan’s upper east side. Believe it or not, I went for the opening act (I think, memory getting fuzzy), Teardrop Explodes. Anyway, I remember thinking after hearing U2 that this was a group that whose fame would grow larger than anyone, probably even they, thought possible at the time. They were tight, and even though their rock and roll didn’t push at the complexity envelope, Bono’s voice made every song an anthem. They had an “energy” unparalleled at the time.
I felt similarly last night when I went to hear Nicole Atkins and The Black Sea at a dive of a club in St. Louis. I had heard their song, The Tower, on the community radio station earlier in the week. She’s got a powerful voice with incredible range. We’re talking power like Grace Slick, Annie Haslam, Janice Joplin, Annie Lennox, and Evanescence. Not only is their music influenced by classical overtones, but it has this exotic Russian or slavic backdrop. Maybe that’s because the lead guitarist is Russian, or at least has a Russian name, Irina Yalkowsky, and looks to be of Russian extraction, and she is every bit as talented at Ms. Atkins.
There were only 50, maybe 75 people in the club, though the band apparently has played on Late Night with Letterman, the Bowery Ballroom in New York, and other name joints so their story obviously hasn’t made big news out here in the Midwest. And if her Wikipedia entry is accurate, one of her first music purchases was Traffic’s John Barleycorn, which, if not on my top ten favorites of all time (which changes with my mood), always hovers close by.
This is a group worth keeping tabs on!
Baclava is the world’s greatest dessert and my extended family has the world’s greatest recipe. I claim nothing else so bold for me our my family (although my other family members may vehemently disagree). It is best made by two (although one can do it). Make it with someone you love, or like a lot. […]
Baclava is the world’s greatest dessert and my extended family has the world’s greatest recipe. I claim nothing else so bold for me our my family (although my other family members may vehemently disagree). It is best made by two (although one can do it). Make it with someone you love, or like a lot. Share liberally. Here it is (the “secret” is at the end):
Makansi Family Baclava
Equipment: Baking pan, brush, damp cloth towel, etc
2 – 16-20 sheet boxes of filo dough
1 lb – crushed pecans
1 tbl – cinnamon
¼ cup – sugar
1 lb – butter
½ cup – water
2 cups –sugar
1 cup – honey
Few drops – lemon or lemon juice
- Melt butter in a small pan. Yes, all of it!
- Make filling – mix pecans, cinnamon, ¼ cup sugar in a mixing bowl
- Pop a beer or pour a glass of wine –the next steps require patience and you need to relax!
- Layer dough into a 9 x 12 or 10 x 13 pan that is at least one inch deep. Brush the pan’s entire inner surface with butter. Lay one sheet of dough, brush it with butter, lay another, brush it, etc, until the first box is empty. [Don’t dawdle on these steps but be patient as well. The dough can dry out easily. In-between each layer, it is best to cover the dough with a damp towel. It can be difficult to separate out the extremely thin sheets of dough from the package. Be delicate. Fingernails may come in handy].
- Pour pecan filling into pan and spread as evenly as possible.
- Repeat step 4 with second box of dough. The first layer of dough on top of the filling will be difficult to brush with butter
- Cut into diamond shaped pieces of your desired size. The smaller the cuts, the more difficult it is to make these cuts without hurting the top layer. [Be sure to cut all the way through to the bottom of the pan.] This also is a delicate operation. Hard to explain – just cut slowly and deliberately.
- Bake at 350F for 40-45 min or until top is golden brown
- Make syrup – heat ¼ cup of water, dissolve 2 cups of sugar, bring to a boil, add a few drops of lemon, and simmer until dough is ready to come out of the oven. [watch this pot – it can boil over if flame too high, and boy , is that a sticky mess to clean up.
- And now the secret! Pour the hot syrup over the dough in the pan as soon as you pull it out of the oven. Let cool naturally.
Distribute far and wide. You’ll be amazed at how many new friends you’ll make. Even beats being the one in the neighborhood with the pool!
I gravitate towards fiction that judiciously weaves in my favorite topics, interest areas, and passions. Music qualifies.
Recently, I read A Visit from the Goon Squad (Jennifer Egan) and An Unfinished Score (Elise Blackwell) back to back. The former, which weaves in rock and roll, is known for winning the Pulitzer, the latter, weaving […]
I gravitate towards fiction that judiciously weaves in my favorite topics, interest areas, and passions. Music qualifies.
Recently, I read A Visit from the Goon Squad (Jennifer Egan) and An Unfinished Score (Elise Blackwell) back to back. The former, which weaves in rock and roll, is known for winning the Pulitzer, the latter, weaving in classical music, for just being published, I guess.
Blackwell makes music and musicians far more interesting and entertaining as fiction than Egan does. An Unfinished Score is a tight, compelling novel and while the basic plot won’t shatter glass ceilings, what you realize about classical musicians, compositions, conducting, composing, and instruments is deeply gratifying. It is rare indeed to learn through entertainment but Blackwell pulls off this feat, sadly with no prize for her achievement.
Believe it or not, the story has a few twists and turns worthy of those books you buy when delayed at an airport. The climactic scene had me in the dark until it was sprung on me.
What Egan should have won perhaps was a prize for the chapter that is a power point presentation. Not because it really contributes much to the novel, but because it is a tragic-comic parody of power point presentations everywhere. I know. I give them. I listen to hundreds a year. Don’t most of us? If you pick up this novel, pay attention to that chapter and in particular how the “presenter” draws broad conclusions from the flimsiest of data. Another hallmark of the form for the most part.
Elise Blackwell is a writer to watch.Under another’s pen, the very beginning could seem beyond trite, a contrivance to grab your attention like an IED going off on the street where you live. The basic plot, female musician with inferiority complex has affair with superior (and arrogant) male conductor type, would probably be scoffed at by any self-respecting professional woman or enlightened lady. But Blackwell injects magic into this time weary plot just like Star Wars made fighting a war in outer space something more than good guys and bad guys.
I think this book will be worth your time and energy.
Who isn’t at moments sappy around Christmas?
Candle in the Window
Candle in the window
Flirts with moonlit shadows beyond the glass
Colorful box beneath the tree
Bulges with love between you and me
From David’s star to shaved soaking trunk
This pole of limbs, needles, and evergreen scent
Flickering Lights of red, blue, yellow, […]
Who isn’t at moments sappy around Christmas?
Candle in the Window
Candle in the window
Flirts with moonlit shadows beyond the glass
Colorful box beneath the tree
Bulges with love between you and me
From David’s star to shaved soaking trunk
This pole of limbs, needles, and evergreen scent
Flickering Lights of red, blue, yellow, and green
Ornaments jangle to family history
Sparkling lights mesmerize
Memories of innocence lost
pass through wormholes of time
Pages of this book turn themselves
On the Eve at this hour
Rich with meaning and hope
After tomorrow
Diminishingly so
Our young are not
Old is not dead
The candle in the window
For all our worlds to see
Furtively winks at me
Words are what we use to get what’s inside to the outside, to construct, destroy, confuse, explain, articulate, cogitate, coagulate,comprehend, and confound. Each one, spoken or written, is nothing more than a musical note, a sentence a musical fragment, an essay or a lecture, a song, a story, an epic. Words are heard and committed […]
Words are what we use to get what’s inside to the outside, to construct, destroy, confuse, explain, articulate, cogitate, coagulate,comprehend, and confound. Each one, spoken or written, is nothing more than a musical note, a sentence a musical fragment, an essay or a lecture, a song, a story, an epic. Words are heard and committed to a memory or a feeling or a sense that may or may not be recoverable. Recorded and committed to paper or screen, they offer reverb of interpretation and meaning. Words create war. Words lead to peace. Words sooth. Words sow doubt. We inhale and exhale them like breath itself. The soul’s molecule’s at times, the ego’s triumphs and catastrophes, pride’s splat on the pavement, the sum total of our words are vapor, steam, ether, wisps here and there, parchment in files and folders, term papers and diaries, purses and pants pockets, journals and junk mail. Words cannot convey love, hate, anger, and hurt but in the absence of other sensation, they are considerable facsimiles for what we wish to express, or can’t, or don’t, or won’t. Hunt with your words, Haunt with your words. More words serve some; less serve others. Words turn you inside out. What was buried is exposed. Barnacles on your surface seek cover. Words are pricked out of you with acupuncture needles with knitting hooks on their ends. Words are raw shards of you dangling, drying in the open air like the thinnest wafers of meat. Others smell them. taste them. Others ingest them, and regurgitate them back to you, to others, unrecognizable. Words ooze like oxygen from the loquacious. Words constipate the reticent.
What are words? The swinging bridge from the inside to the outside that scares and thrills and kills. The sounds you hear from the canyon and the breezes when only the flimsiest of support keeps you from the abyss. What you are until your inside is your outside.
I’ve owned seven cars. I lived in Manhattan for eight years so I’ve owned fewer than if I didn’t. It is the one place you can live, truly, without an automobile in this country.
I am about to go pick up my fourth bicycle. Well, since I’ve become an adult. The number would have been […]
I’ve owned seven cars. I lived in Manhattan for eight years so I’ve owned fewer than if I didn’t. It is the one place you can live, truly, without an automobile in this country.
I am about to go pick up my fourth bicycle. Well, since I’ve become an adult. The number would have been three except the third one I owned got stolen within a few months.
A bicycle is a sublime machine of personal mobility. Now that I have an office outside the home only a few miles away, I will ride this bike to work and back. I will do the regular “exercise” rides two or three times a week (anywhere from 15-30 miles each outing) that have been one of my better habits since 198o, when I purchased my first bike and used to do three or four laps around Central Park in the early evenings. Now I do the same thing in Forest Park here in St. Louis.
There’s just something about the interaction between human and machine, the periodicity of the pedals, the alloy construction that makes them so lightweight these days, the flexibility of the quick-release brakes and tires and adjustable seats. I wonder if a machine so perfectly suited for the way humans ought to live has ever been invented?
I should also be thankful that I am still alive to buy a fourth bike. It isn’t the safest mode of travel. Especially out in the suburbs and rural areas. The other day, when I made one of the last rides on my venerable old bike (see ya, old buddy!), I could feel the anger, frustration, and weariness of commuters in their cars rising from the pavement more than the heat will in the dead of summer. I sense that people in cars resent people on bikes that much more during rush hour.
Once, out the middle of southern Illinois where my in-laws live, an 18-wheeler driver blew his goddamn horn right as he was approaching near an Interstate entrance. I wobbled and almost fell off from the shock of it. I gave him the finger. Do you know, he slammed on his brakes, idled his rig, jumped out of his cab, and rushed me? I just stood there. He told me I had no business being on a major highway. I told him he had no reason to blow his horn other than to fuck with my head. Strangely, we came to some acceptance of each other by the end of the encounter.
A month ago, I really did almost get killed, about to fly through a major city intersection catching the walk sign, when a lady driving a hunk of an SUV pressed the gas pedal to make a right turn. I wrecked but my bike and my body were okay. The lady’s accomplice jumps out of the car and screams from the door, “Slow the fuck down! Slow the fuck down!” I calmly looked at him and said, “Pal, you see that walk sign? I have the right of way.” He continued stringing epitaphs together while I got myself together to proceed. Unfortunately, while his delivery wasn’t exactly courteous, his message was correct. I need to slow down.
But I love bikes. I love to ride. I love to be external to the artificial, atmospheric, antiseptic bubble we live our lives these days.
My daughter called from college in Chicago the other day (after texting me earlier the prior evening) in the middle of a heated debate with friends about the greatest rock n roll song ever. Her friends were converging on Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen) but she wasn’t so sure and wanted other suggestions. Some of her picks […]
My daughter called from college in Chicago the other day (after texting me earlier the prior evening) in the middle of a heated debate with friends about the greatest rock n roll song ever. Her friends were converging on Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen) but she wasn’t so sure and wanted other suggestions. Some of her picks for discussion were Stairway to Heaven (Led Zeppelin) and Free Bird (Lynard Skynard). We talked about some Beatles songs and U2 songs (Sunday Bloody Sunday was one I mentioned as well as With or Without You) but couldn’t identify one in common. I suggested Let It Be and Long and Winding Road but while those are some of my favorites, they don’t necessarily work as strict rock n roll. So I posed the question as a Face Book “status.” Here are some of the suggestions and comments (names not given to protect the innocent) then I will tell you what I think.
-“NO on Bohemian Rhapsody!”
-Like a Rolling Stone (Dylan)
-(I can’t get no) Satisfaction (Stones)…”Bohemian Rhapsody too cerebral”
-Light my Fire (Doors), Layla (Clapton and Derek and the Dominoes), Whole Lotta Love (Led Zeppelin), Gloria, Brown Sugar, Rosalita (Springsteen)
-Louie Louie (but that’s my brother being funny)
-Loving Cup (Stones), Not Fade Away (several artists), Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Pink Floyd), It’s all over now, Baby Blue (Dylan), and In Memory of Elizabeth Reed (Allmann Brothers)
There are some great ideas in here! I was especially glad to see Elizabeth Reed and Pink Floyd (thank you, you know who!) in some capacity get in there. But around 1984 or so, I was coming home from a wedding with a bunch of friends who were single (and would, like me, remain so for several more years) and it was one of those three day weekends and they were doing the top 1000 or something crazy on the radio. Anyway, we were crawling into a diner at five in the morning wasted and the top two of all time were played, Born to Run (I was living in New York City at the time and the Jersey vote had to be overwhelming!) and Stairway to Heaven came in first. That probably qualifies as cerebral too. I wrote a poem about this night by the way, still one of my favorites. And of course all of these selections (what is my daughter’s excuse and her friends’?) are biased by the ages of the people who would even be responding to my FB Status. I was never a great fan of Grateful Dead but “Truckin” probably should be in there, and undoubtedly there has to be a Who song or two. While I would put Quadrophenia and Tommy in my list of all time great albums (along with Born to Run, Abbey Road, Joshua Tree, Bittersweet Symphony/Verve, Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall/Pink Floyd, and Ocean Rain/Echo and the Bunnymen), I’m not sure there’s a best song of all time. R.E.M. probably has one or two that might qualify. Mercifully, no one mentioned Do You Feel Like I Do/Frampton or some others that I would classify as one-hit wonders. There undoubtedly had to be some songs from the 1950s (Elvis after all is still alive) and early 1960s….
BUT I digress. If you combine all the qualities – noise, dance-ability, movement, love (good rock n roll is about love, protest, or having fun), and cerebral, out of this world instrumental work (the keyboard and slide guitar work in this piece are extraordinary, can you see where I am going now?), unique sound no one has ever duplicated (or I would argue can duplicate, and that is why few bands ever, ever cover this song), memorability, cool lyrics, etc, the greatest rock n roll song of all time has to be Layla, Derek and the Dominoes. The winner!
Continue the conversation. It’s all pointless anyway! What are your picks?
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