Saturday, November 29, 2014

The End of Civilization Part Once (There Was a Way)


I am going to start a series of posts that prove without a doubt that civilization as we know it is crumbling around us like America's infrastructure.  It doesn’t matter what side of the political spectrum you inhabit, there is still plenty of ammunition to support your argument that the sky is indeed falling.


Here’s my proof.  This music video has more views than any video on YouTube, more than two billion.  To mirror its performer, whose name is composed of three letters, I will respond with, Ugh.   On the other hand, this music video, featuring one of the most beautiful and moving compositions by popular music’s greatest living composer has only 367,000 views.  

The end is near.


 AMDGTM

© 2012-17 R.E. Kelly


Sunday, November 23, 2014

Theme For Jack Bruce - Oh the Dancing and the Singing



Jack Bruce passed away on October 25, 2014.  Bruce was one of the great rock 'n roll artists of all time.  He was the bassist and remarkable vocalist of the egotistically- (but accurately) named band, Cream.  Cream also included two of the other greatest rock 'n roll artists of all time, Eric Clapton and Ginger Baker. 
Fresh Cream
 
Bruce's obituary indicated that Cream sold 35 million records in only two years,  from 1966 to 1968,  at which time they disbanded (a familiar occurrence for great bands in the 60s’ of course. Did someone say, “the Beatles”?)  No longer able to get along (in Bruce’s own words, Cream was not really a band, just three individuals playing together), nevertheless,  the trio’s two years together lit up the rock 'n roll firmament like no other band.  (Bruce’s obituary in the Washington Post also indicated that Cream  was awarded the world’s first ever platinum disc for their double album “Wheels of Fire.”



I was blessed to see Jack Bruce in 2002 at Wolf Trap in Northern Virginia perform with the "A Walk Down Abbey Road" tour.  Our group included my young sons who were already hooked on the Beatles (parental influence notwithstanding).  The show featured Bruce, Christopher Cross, Mark Farner of Grand Funk Railroad, and Alan Parsons of his eponymously-named Project  paying tribute to the Beatles and performing their own songs. See the set list here. It was a remarkable evening.  Jack Bruce played Sunshine Of Your Love and White Room and I was thrilled to hear those two classics by the original artist sung in great voice.  Quite simply, it was a quasi-religious experience.



Bruce's passing reminded me of one of his greatest songs and the one of the most memorable songs in rock 'n roll history, Theme For An Imaginary Western.   (I have wanted to create a parody of the lyrics of this song for some time, but such would be seriously inappropriate now, and maybe always was.)   The music is beautiful, the lyrics are powerful and haunting.   


And so are the videos.  While Bruce wrote the music and not the lyrics, the song maybe an allegory for the journey he has entered now. Watch the video here and revel in the greatness of this artist and the song.  Bruce dedicates the song to Felix Pappalardi, a member of the classic group Mountain and the producer for Cream.  Bruce wrote the song in 1967.  (Listen to the original Bruce recording here from Songs for a Tailor, Bruce’s solo album recorded in 1969.)   Never recorded by Cream, Bruce’s friend Pappalardi performed it with Mountain at Woodstock, and included it in Mountain’s 1970 album “Climbing”, and the rest as they say is rock 'n roll history. Watch here (skip to 1:05) here as Leslie West plays the song and dedicates this version to Pappalardi as well. 



The wagons have left the city to bear Jack Bruce to Rock 'N Roll Heaven and now he can once again embrace Felix Pappalardi and perhaps play the song they both loved together one more time and eternally.  To paraphrase Leslie West, wherever you are,  Jack, God bless you on your journey. We will always think, Oh the music when they played.





Theme For An Imaginary Western

Music by Jack Bruce

Lyrics by Peter Brown



When the wagons leave the city
For the forest and further on
Painted wagons of the morning
Dusty roads where they have gone

Sometimes travelin’ through the darkness
Met the summer comin' home
Fallen faces by the wayside
Look as if they might have known

All the sun was in their eyes
And the desert that’s dry
In the country town
Where the laughter sounds

Oh the dancing and the singing
Oh the music when they played
Oh the fire that they started
All the girls with no regret

Sometimes they found it
Sometimes they kept it
Often lost it on the way
Fought each other to possess it
Sometimes die in sight of day

Oh the sun was in their eye
And the desert that’s dry
In the country town
Where the laughter sounds

AMDGTM
© 2012-14 R.E. Kelly