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Wednesday, 27 November 2013

A Brief History of "Oh So Many Years"


A Brief History of “Oh So Many Years”

 _1_

 Norah Jones and Billie Joe Armstrong (2013)


 starts at around 23:28, so go back.

 --Billie heard the Everlys' Songs Our Daddy Taught Us, and thought, since he was rich and famous, he’d like to cover it.  His wife urged Norah, who he’d once met at an awards gala, as someone to do it with him.  So it happened, over a total of 9 days.  The Everlys, of course, came from a steeped tradition going back generations.  But if you’ve got the money and a hint o’ time, well, that cures all defects.
 
Billie kind of turns it into a honky-tonk song and uses a big lead riff that makes it almost rockabilly.  He intended to stay true to the "original" Everlys, but in this instance he allowed himself some latitude.

You can hear everyone striving for a sparseness true to an original, but they can’t restrain themselves, such showoffs are they, and also so much do they love the song.  Reminds me of Emmylou and Gram, a bit; Emmylou fed off the Bailey Bros., as did so many.  But see below.

 _2_

 The Everlys – Songs Our Daddy Taught Us (1958)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nv6U-5agib8

 --This must have been a bit of a weird album; after a couple of big hits like “Wake Up, Little Susie” (banned in Toronto in ‘58), the Everlys had to provide more content, overnight.  So. . .songs they knew from youth and had sung forever.  Even Phil at 76 admitted that they didn’t really know what they were singing; they were just striving for good harmonies and music and to please an audience and so on. 

They explicitly used only an acoustic guitar and bass; they wanted the songs to sound like they would be heard on a porch. What they knew.  What they had.

Or that would give cache', too, a bit like Billie Joe and Norah now.

Notice _1_ sounds like a cacophony with all kinds of things happening at the same time so that the import of the song, lyrically, is lost.  Drums destroying any sense of the music. 

 I like how the Everlys' voices hadn’t even seemed to break by 20; Kentucky never met science.  Those steel-stringed acoustics, those voices like silken filaments (ever tried to break silk?).  Vulnerable, enduring, frail, resonant.

Everlys works for me.  An early vocal pop tune.

 _3_

The Bailes Brothers aka The Bailey Brothers (1949)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d54zakYox58

 Of course, nothing comes from nowhere, and the Everlys (songs our daddy taught us) learned from the Bailes, or Bailey Brothers; that’s where they got the harmony.  The Everlys' dad could easily have introduced this one, since it was in his puberty. 

The steel guitar put the melancholy in the song, and the banjo lends the bouzouki-type sound; if one hasn’t a grand piano or a sophisticated horn or wind instrument, one has voices or banjo with its available steel strings. Notice this sound.

Importantly, Billie Joe Armstrong made Norah Jones swear that she would listen to no other versions of the Everlys’ album.  Clearly, however, he did; his entire approach to the song, and obviously the lead riff from _1_, is based on the original by the Baileys.  Yep, women.  Keep ‘em in the dark.  Never let them know or they might mess it up.  Billie Joe just wanted to make sure Norah sang the high Don part. This overproduced version, _1_, actually loses something by Jones not being ½ way in control of the song, as she isn’t.  It gets throwaway honky-tonk instead of meaningfully moving.  Still, good song; captivating, captive female; I can get into that, but in the end I’m a man and it ends up being a long way from a “Rocking Good Way” with Brook Benton and Dinah Washington.

_4_

Turns out that this song was written by Marie or Maria, “Frankie,” Bailes, wife of Walter Bailes or Bailey, when she was, well, maybe not so legitimate by today’s standards.  Walter, like others of his brothers, got to be a priest.   I think, though, that that is where the special feeling comes into this song.  The writer is not just thinking of the future, as we do now, but of the past, and of sins then.  She is saying: “let me sin again, and I will make it right.”  That is where the peculiar power of this song comes from.  It is not, if you listen to Billie Joe now, about a guy longing for a girl, and it is not even, if you listen to the Everlys or the Baileys, an ambiguous song about heartache and longing; actually it is about a striated troubled love for someone that may be illicit—potentially damning.  This is where the “years” of the song come from if you’re 16, or even 18.  I defy an18-yr-old girl today to write this song.  Or maybe I don’t.  Frankie is imagining back into a longing that seems to have gone on for decades; and if you've ever been 16, a couple of months can be that long.

 This song is not about Billie Joe of Green Day, or Norah Jones; it’s about a young girl, and that’s where this great music came from.  Would Billie Joe, or Norah, or for that matter even Phil or Don Everly, choose “oh so many years” as a chorus line? 

so _5_

The song was written a long time ago by a woman for a man. The later renditions are great, as I've said above, but I am haunted by the missing voice in this song.  And that's the lead voice of the woman in this song, and also the one who wrote it.  It sure ain't, ain't, ever Billy Joe.  I hope a great female singer will do this song again one day and put it in its rightful place in the country pantheon.

-zr

 

Saturday, 13 August 2011

Surfin’ USA – Rip that Curl wide open


Most of the time I’m not a fan of covers.  They almost never, ever work or surpass the originals.  The Clash were a bit unique in that regard—the way Joe Strummer basically destroyed Vince Taylor & the Playboys’ “Brand New Cadillac”—that was epic brutal nasty, and also a bit disrespectful.  Anyone who has only heard the Clash should also hear Vince, that very crazy man; his Cadillac was also new, and obviously Strummer did love it, and of course he wasn’t disrespectful, but the Clash’s version does kind of just steamroll that whole song.  That was a case of British on British.  Speaking of steamroll, when Strummer turned, earlier (it’s a blog), to Texan Bobby Fuller’s “I Fought the Law,” you would have said “how can you make a simple stripped-down pop song like that any better?”  Strummer did, just by amping it totally up and finding the soul in the very title, the idea of the person who fought the law.  Amazing.  In the “who would have ever thought of that” department, that cover just scores a triple AAA rating. 

[If you can think of a good--no incredible--cover, without having to open the fridge first, then kindly do respond to the "Greatest Covers" link under Music - General.]

The point of this post is to urge what I’ve always viscerally felt—that someone ought to just go in there and destroy “Surfin’ USA” by the Beach Boys.  I’m expecting—hoping—that someone will point out that this has been done, that a JFA, for example, did it in ’81 when I was too busy snorting derivatives, or something.  You let me know. 

The more you see footage of the Boys, the nerdier it becomes (that wonderful recent T.A.M.I. show film re-release comes to mind).  And oh yes, there is the Ramones doing “Surfin’ Safari.”  Even more incredible is _Blondie_ and the Ramones doing “Surfin’ Safari,” but bizarrely I didn’t even see that on youtube.  If you can’t hear Blondie and the Ramones doing the Beach Boys, then you just missed a 60s/70s/80s cultureknot that makes snakes look Como.

But I come back to my original premise.  If you took away the nerdy local lyrics, if you took away the softy softy bubblegum “ooooo”s, you’d find a repressed great song trying to get out.  Watch the 60s video of them in their striped shirts (and the pants!!) on youtube.  Listen to the buildup to the bridge, and hear the breakoff.  So much media ink has been spilt in recent decades to insist that the Beach Boys really were the rivals of the Beatles, that Pet Sounds was actually the world’s greatest rock n’ roll album—well, look at a vintage video of the Beach Boys, and be humblingly and despairingly disabused.  These guys were so McCarthy they made Pat Boone look like Casper. 

And it’s not that I’m a Beatles fan; I think they destroyed music.  However, I still do believe that someone, somewhere, has to just go in and tear apart “Surfin’ USA” and make it the tune it always had the potential to be.  Yes, maybe the lyrics may be changed; yes, maybe the locale may be changed; yes, maybe the language may be changed; but whatever!!: free this great song from its inane preppie bondage and make it a rock n’ roll anthem like it could be!!!

Again, I know many people, if they read this, will instantly think of great versions and so on that they know that I don’t—good, great—that’s the whole point.  Lay ‘em on—just make sure they’re good, and not Aunt Hanna in Cape Verde or something.

Let’s rip the curl right out of this great stupid song.

zr

Greatest Cover Songs Ever


I realize this is a very tired topic, but I’m a big hater of cover songs of virtually any kind, and I was just talking about them in relation to the Beach Boys’ “Surfin’ USA,”  so I just thought I’d put it out there to see if anyone wanted to note one or two great cover versions they know (I know, it's a tired--but true--topic).  I’m thinking of a couple now, but I don’t know if I can call them great.  They really, really, people, have to be *great*.  No joke great is what they have to be.  The greatest of the greatest by the people who didn’t even. . . .

zr

Postscript:

Ok, I'll go first.

Clash - I Fought the Law (Bobby Fuller)
Clash - Brand New Cadillac (Vince Taylor)