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I don’t recall ever hearing Aretha Franklin’s version of “I Say a Little prayer for You” when it first came out. I was familiar with the famous Dionne Warwick’s version and, perhaps, because I have always associated the song with Warwick and it was the more well known version, there was no reason to investigate any other singers’ takes on the classic song.

For what ever reason, I just recently stumbled on Aretha Franklin’s version of “I Say a Little Prayer for You” and it is like listening to another song. Warwick’s excellent version is more polished and ethereal while Franklin’s is raw and passionate. Warwick is letting the man know she thinks about him. It is more of a seduction than a declaration of love whereas Franklin is confessing to passionate love.

Franklin’s musical arrangement is clever too. There is a point where she winds the song down so far that you think it is about to end when she ramps it right back up again. It is unexpected and exciting. Also the backup singers take on a bigger role than normally assigned to them. They take over the song at several points while Franklin seems to responding to them instead of the other way around. It gives an almost conversational tone to the song. They ask — he answers your prayers and Franklin answers he answers my prayers all right.

The whole effect is a powerful rendition of standard song. Nobody does female sensuality like Franklin and, if you want to hear her at her most passionate, it is worth a listen.

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Bob and I were discussing Leonard Cohen’s singing the other day and I really couldn’t argue with Bob’s point that Cohen’s singing is a bit strained. I couldn’t say why I liked Cohen’s versions of his songs but I do. To be clear, I also like other singers’ versions as well but Cohen’s problematic singing doesn’t bother me.

I will admit it isn’t great. There is a limited range and rarely goes to far from actual speaking the lyrics. Cohen, like another problematic singer/song writer Bob Dylan, has intriguing lyrics that sometimes can only the singer/song writer can capture. Cohen delivers the tone and emotional depth of what he is trying to say and how he wants to say it. For me, this makes up for any voice limitations. Cohen is very much the every man when he sings. For lack of a better way of saying it he sings like I think I would sing if I could sing.

Here is a link to Cohen singing Suzanne.

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I was watching Mad Men. Near the end of one episode, I thought I heard the lyrics, “He Hit Me (and it Felt Like a Kiss).” At first, I thought I must be wrong. What a terrible thing to say?

So I googled it, and much to my horror, I learned that there was indeed a song with that title. Even more disturbing, this paean to masochism was written by the husband and wife song writing duo Gerry Goffin and Carole King. You heard that right two of the most successful song writers of the 1960’s wrote the damn thing and, to boot, a woman was involved in the process. Not surprisingly, Phil Spector, a known wife beater, produced the original Crystals version.

What struck me most was how much has changed since 1961 when the song was written. Here is a woman realizing that her man loves her because he cares enough to hit her when she is untrue so much so that when he strikes her she feels a kiss. So 65 or so short years ago, a group of people in the music business though enough of a song about physical abuse to produce it and try to sell it to the public.

So whenever some idiot wants to talk about the good old days, you might sing a few line from the song below.

He Hit Me (and it Felt Like a Kiss)

He hit me
And it felt like a kiss
He hit me
But it didn’t hurt me

He couldn’t stand to hear me say
That I’d been with someone new
And when I told him I had been untrue

He hit me
And it felt like a kiss
He hit me
And I knew he loved me

If he didn’t care for me
I could have never made him mad
But he hit me
And I was glad

Yes, he hit me
And it felt like a kiss
He hit me
And I knew I loved him
And then he took me in his arms
With all the tenderness there is
And when he kissed me
He made me his

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One of my new ways to waste time is to search for new music. At least new music to me. So I google 100 best songs and you get a lot of different people’s list of favorite songs, then I pick songs that appeal to me and listen. Lately I have been focusing on outliers, songs that aren’t on everyone’s list as opposed to the ones that are on everyone’s list (think Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen).

This is how I found Paul Weller’s “You Do Something to Me.” His name wasn’t familiar to me and so I looked him and found out he had played in the band the Jam which I was vaguely familiar with. Given I liked “A Town Called Malice,” the one song I knew by the Jam, I decided to see why someone would put it on their top 100 list.

Despite finding the lyrics kind of sappy and confusing, it is a doomed love song — she does something for him but it just isn’t working for her. His voice is soulful and sad and somehow you want to hear his silly story even though you know it isn’t going to end well. Weller transform the song by giving it an emotional wallop it doesn’t quite deserve.

Oddly enough, I read that “You Do Something to Me” is a popular song at weddings. This may be the wrong point in the marriage to play it. A far better time would be the day the divorce papers were signed and you are sitting alone with a glass of wine looking at the photo album of better times. Regardless of your timing, you might enjoy a listen. I did.

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The other night I got reacquainted to Patty Griffin’s song Let Him Fly. It is a song about a woman breaking up with a man who isn’t ready, if he ever would be, to settle down. He isn’t a bad man just a wandering man, he honestly tells her this and she had some hopes of keeping him even though he told her so but she now realizes it is hopeless so she surrenders to her fate and lets him go.

Her lyrics are filled with sadness but absent of anger which carry the heavy weight in most break up songs. There is none of this you are a rotten son of bitch and I don’t know why I put up with you so long which consume most break up songs. It is sad without being vindictive. She loves him but she needs something more than he is willing to give. Two mismatched people instead of one good one and one evil one.

The song is spare — just a guitar and Griffin singing in her clear strong voice. At times you can barely hear her guitar, it follows her singing but does not direct it. I could imagine her singing this song a cappella.

Even though her album cover is for more than one song, it really fits the mood of “Let Him Fly.” It looks like someone crumpled up photograph of Griffin and then, having second thoughts, retrieved it from the trash bin because he decided he wanted to keep it. It certainly captures the spirit of the song.

I highly recommend Patty Griffin’s “Let Him Fly.”

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When I attended the University of Kansas in the late 1970’s, a friend who was an actor got a small role in the Peter Shaffer play Equus. Equus had several nude scenes in it and he was looking forward to blowing the minds of the people in Lawrence, Kansas. Lawrence was playing its own role here instead of a university town with a mostly cosmopolitan population, it was taking on the the role of a small Kansas town rife with closed minds about nudity. I also was taking a course in Modern Theater. The professor encouraged his students to see the play because he thought it would blow our minds. Using almost the exact words as my friend. Hmm.

Blowing the minds of the audience was very much a part of the purpose of this play. To ensure that the damage done to our minds was not so severe, there were warnings about the nudity in the play so everyone who entered the theater was prepared for the genital reveal which , at least to my mind, spoiled the whole shock value of having nudity in the play. I was waiting for it.

Then, the type of person who would wander into a student play at a University is just not your typical small town Kansan. They would be more academic, more cosmopolitan, and more open to nudity in the theater. By 1979, even in Kansas, most people who followed the arts already had seen their fair of nudity before Equus exposed them to some more. But how do you get them into theater to see the nudity? Oh, yeah, why don’t we create a little controversy and, lo and behold, it worked, the controversy brought people into the show.

This is what I think happened with Bad Bunny’s Half-time performance. It was meant to provoke a certain segment of the population. It successfully provoked them. They lost their minds as they do and started demanding all kinds of things which cause the Media to follow the controversy. This created a demand to see the show. It was a genius marketing ploy — hyping the first Spanish language performer at the Super Bowl. The buzz was great, a lot of people watched it because most people had no idea who Bad Bunny was or what they were about to see. The television advertisers got their audience, so the money they paid was well spent.

Everybody is happy — particularly, I imagine, Bad Bunny who got a lot of free press and millions of potential new customers for his music. For the vast majority of people, though, it was a meaningless experience in a life filled with meaningless experiences. But no one’s minds were seriously blown here. It will hardly be a memory in a year or two.

But you have to give credit to the the organizers of the show, they certainly showed they knew what they are doing. If you got something to sell, I certainly would recommend them. Buzz is their middle name.

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“Some Like it Hot” is a song I like that I lost track of. For some reason, I stopped listening to it. I have a habit of listening to a song I like until I am sick of it and then stop listening to it again for a very long time. I think this is what happened here because I certainly enjoyed listening to it again when I stumbled across it the other day.

The only thing I have a quibble about is some rather inane and juvenile lyrics which I find easy to forgive for the following reasons:

  1. The drums. There is some pretty intense and powerful drum playing – particularly at the beginning of the song. A solo drum start which gives the song a primal sound that brought me into the song and continues to pound throughout the song.
  2. Robert Palmer. I have to confess I have very few star crushes but Robert Palmer is one of them. His voice has a sexy pitch that it is difficult to define — masculine and playful — not exactly the words I am looking for but as close as I can get right now. He means to seduce you but he is also assuring you that it will be a lot of fun all the same. It’s weird. It could just be an irrational response to a man who gets my pheromones going. Whatever the explanation, I like Robert Palmer.
  3. Brass. I like horns in a band. Except for the tuba, brass instruments are easy to carry. A small band could certainly throw in a trumpet into the trunk of a car as easily as a guitar case so its absence in rock bands is a mystery to me. In this song’s case, the brass adds powerfully to the sexiness of the sound.
  4. It is entertaining which I think all any piece of art has to do. I enjoyed listening to it.

Here is a link if you want to give it a try. Some like it hot, I know I do. Sorry, I couldn’t resist.

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I am going through songs that I like and trying to understand my taste. Depeche Mode keeps coming up for me as a top group and one of my favorite songs of their’s is “You Should be Higher.” It remains true to the original album version while also being better. For me, very rarely is the live version better than the album and this is one of those times. Dave Gahan is a remarkable performer, easily dancing across the stage while also singing up a storm. He is both entertaining and thoughtful.

I even liked the light show which I usually find distracting but found this one supports the song and is interesting to watch while not overwhelming the band’s performance.

The lyrics are mix of cynicism and wistful longing for something better. I particularly like the phrase “your lies are more attractive than the truth.” Truer words, given the present world situation, have never been spoken and perhaps the root of our problems.

Give it a listen.

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When it comes to music, what catches my attention are the lyrics. One of my favorite songs, based on mostly on the lyrics, is “A Pain That I am Used to” by Depeche Mode. I prefer the Jacques Lu Cont remix to the Depeche Mode’s own version. The Lu Cont version has a bit more energy and the opening bit is much more listenable than Depeche Mode’s original version which I found grating.

But what really attracted me to the song was the line: “Give me a pain that I am used to.” This short sentence, more than any other, better expresses what modern life is all about for me. Everything we are grabbing for ultimately brings pain. All we are doing is exchanging one pain for another one so if pain is the result — just give me one that I am used to and be done with it.

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OK I am going to admit something about myself that I really really find embarrassing. The problem is it is what was rumbling through my head when I heard Peter Frampton’s Show Me The Way the other night. So, here goes, I can be a bit of a snob sometimes particularly about popular culture. To give you a good example of how this snobbery sometimes makes me behave, I have never seen the first three Star War movies. That is correct. I haven’t seen the Star War movies that almost everyone agrees are the best ones because someone had the audacity to recommend this popular entertainment to me. TO ME. That last vestige of advant-garde art and foreign films, depressing movies, John Cassavetes movies, that’s the movies I watch, not this nonsense that the hoi polloi watches. The nerve.

Which somehow brings me to Peter Frampton’s Show Me The Way. It is one of my guilty pleasures. I have to be in a mood before I deign listen to it but it generally does the trick for me. I particularly enjoy the live version which I linked to above. And I do not have a reasonable explanation for it. Frampton is a good guitarist who sings well and with a lot of energy but the song has pretty trite lyrics accompanied by pretty pedestrian music. So pretty much like most of the entertainment I encounter.

The lesson for me here is that is all I really should expect. A bit of pleasure. And if later I decide that it was a groundbreaking, earth shattering, inspiring piece of art all the better.