John Lennon was gunned down this night in 1980 by Mark David Chapman. I remember that night well: a student of mine called me in the middle of it to report the slaying. Lennon was my least favorite Beatle due to his silly utopianism, but this tune of his from the 1965 Rubber Soul album is a gem, and more than fit to remember him by.
Category: Music
Saturday Night at the Oldies: My Darling Clementine
Saw this 1946 movie once again last night. A heavily fictionalized version of the shootout at the O. K. Corral, it stars Victor Mature as Doc Holliday, Henry Fonda as Wyatt Earp and Walter Brennan as Old Man Clanton. The Mexican cutie's name is 'Chihuahua.' They don't make 'em like this anymore.
Now enjoy the song from 1884 in both of its versions together with the lyrics. The second version features the oft-omitted last verse in which the singer, having lost his Clementine to a drowning, finds solace with her little sister.
Saturday Night at the Oldies: “Let’s Think About Livin'”
I'll buy you a beer if you can remember this 1960 crossover hit from Bob Luman (1937-1978). A period piece offering wry commentary on the music business of the day.
Saturday Night at the Oldies: “Greenback Dollar”
I can't find a YouTube clip of this old Hoyt Axton number by Axton himself, so give a listen to this version by Fret Killer, who gets my vote for King of the YouTube amateurs. Check out his version of "Uncle Pen" while you're at it.
How Roquentin Relieved His Nausea
By listening to this song. Art reveals pure ideality sans existence.
Saturday Night at the Oldies: Donovan
I had forgotten how good these old songs from Donovan Leitch's initial folk phase sound, before he went 'psychedelic.' Catch the Wind. Colors. Some have noticed a similarity between Catch the Wind and Dylan's Chimes of Freedom (1964) which antedated it. I just now discovered this version of Chimes which is the best I've heard. It's a duet with a gal named Joan. But is it Baez or Osbourne? And that does sound like Al Kooper on organ.
Zombie Girl: But She’s Not There!
This Halloween Saturday Night at the Oldies features The Zombies, a 1960's British Invasion rock group that had a couple of smash singles before vanishing into the oblivion whence they sprang. Out and about the other day, surfing the FM band, I came across one of their hits, She's Not There. I have heard it countless times, and it is probably playing in your head right now, dear reader. (I apologize for the meme infestation.)
Suddenly, after all these years, the song assumed New Meaning, Deep Meaning. The Zombies were singing about a philosophical zombie! The refrain, "But she's not there" referred to the light (of consciousness) being out in the poor lass.
A Heideggerian can gloss the situation as follows. To be there is to be a case of Dasein, Da-Sein. The girl was vorhanden all right, and perhaps even zuhanden (as a tool for sexual gratification), aber sie war nicht da, nicht ein Fall vom Dasein. She was a Black Forest zombie. There was no 'there' there.
Rock Salt and Nails
Enjoy it before it is pulled. If I may wax pedantic, the jilted lover loads her shotgun with two sorts of stuff, not three: rock salt and nails, not rock, salt, and nails. Pedantry aside, a most haunting tune from the pen of Utah Phillips sung by the angel-voiced Joan Baez.
Oh the nights are so long/Lord sorry runs deep/And nothing is worse than a night without sleep/I walk out alone/I look at the sky/Too lonesome to sing, too empty to cry.
If the ladies was blackbirds and the ladies was thrushes/ I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes/ If the ladies was squirrels with high bushy tails/ I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails.
Saturday Night at the Oldies: Tom Paxton
Continuing in the folkish vein, here is Tom Paxton's best known tune in a 1966 London performance. The Seekers' version is no slouch either.
Saturday Night at the Oldies: Three Greenwich Village Folkies
Remember Dave van Ronk? I haven't heard his version of "Cocaine" in maybe 45 years. Enjoy it before it is pulled. Last Saturday I reminded you of Fred Neil. Here is another delightful tune of his, I've Got a Secret. Based loosely on Elizabeth Cotten's Shake Sugaree. And then there was a young cat who named himself after a Welsh poet, a callow youth who in his early days played guitar and harmonica much better than in later days and sang better too as you can hear in his versions of Cocaine and Rocks and Gravel. But the Zeitgeist chose the unlikely Jewish kid from Hibbing, Minnesota as its avatar, and you know the rest of the story
Saturday Night at the Oldies: Fred Neil
Remember Fred Neil? One of the luminaries of the '60s folk scene, he didn't do much musically thereafter. Neil is probably best remembered for having penned 'Everybody's Talkin' which was made famous by Harry Nilsson as the theme of Midnight Cowboy. Here is Neil's version.
Another of my Fred Neil favorites is "Other Side of This Life." Here is Peter, Paul, and Mary's version.
And it's been a long long time since I last enjoyed The Bag I'm In.
The reclusive Neil died in 2001 at the age of 64. Biography here.
Saturday Night at the Oldies: Lonely Weekends
Jerry Lee Lewis in a live 1973 performance pounds out a rousing version of the old Charlie Rich number, "Lonely Weekends." Here is Rich's version from 1960. He sounds a bit like Elvis.
Saturday Night at the Oldies: Mary Travers
Mary Travers of the popular 1960's folk trio "Peter, Paul and Mary" passed away on Wednesday, from leukemia, at age 72. Travers and Co. did perhaps as much as anyone to popularize the songs of the young Bob Dylan. The best known of them is 'Blowin' in the Wind," which became an anthem of the civil rights movement.
Here it is in a 1966 live performance.
Unlike Travers and Joan Baez, who knew how to make Dylan's songs sound beautiful — as witness this version of "Farewell Angelina" — Dylan soon distanced himself from the politics of the Left as he 'explains' in "My Back Pages" an electrified and electrifying version of which is here. "Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."
It would be a mistake to think that the Left owns Dylan. The case for Dylan as conservative is argued at RightWingBob.com.
Though the news accounts don't mention it, Mary Travers was a red diaper baby. Here is another red diaper baby, David Horowitz, on Travers and her fellow travelers:
At a Freedom Forum conference on 1968, Life magazine editor and former Sixties activist Robert Friedman claimed that most student protestors were not simply trying to avoid the draft (a thesis I have elsewhere maintained), but were "motivated by something beyond that was weighing on us." Folksinger (and former Sixties activist) Mary Travers explained the "something" as idealism. Then she said this:
"I think sometimes that that was the last generation who believed in the American dream and its myths. These kids had gotten involved in the civil-rights movement and they were on the side of the angels, they were going to make America the country that it’s always said it was."
Referring to oneself in the third person is a characteristic evasion, but it is only the beginning of the bullshit. Come off it Mary. Your diapers were red. Your father was a hack novelist for the Communist Party, USA. When other kids were going to Frank Sinatra concerts you were headed for the Party’s annual May Day parade to march against the Wall Street war-mongers and to show your solidarity with the peace-loving commissars of the Soviet police state and their beneficent leader Joe Stalin. In the Sixties, you didn’t believe in the American dream. You lusted after the vision of a Communist utopia, mid-wived by armies of bearded guerrillas or carried on the wings of a MIG-21. Why all the liberal fol-de-rol? Why can’t you just tell it like it was?
Although the music of the 1960's was great, the idealism was much of it tainted and misdirected. Some sober reflection on what really 'went down' during those heady years is a salutary counterbalance to the misty-eyed nostalgia we '60s veterans are wont to indulge in as our heroes fall one by one into oblivion.
Saturday Night at the Oldies: Rock Salt and Nails
The best version of this haunting Utah Phillips song is the one by Joan Baez. But it has been removed from YouTube. Here is Rosalie Sorrel's version. And here is Dylan's.
If your ladies was blackbirds/And your ladies was thrushes/I'd lie there for hours/In the chilly cold marshes/If your ladies was squirrels, with high bushy tails/I'd load up my shotgun with rock salt and nails.
Saturday Night at the Oldies: September in the Rain
In the Sonoran desert, September is still seriously summer. But today's monsoon rains brought with them a merciful cool-down which put me in mind of this old standard written by Harry Warren (music) and Al Dubin (lyrics) and first published in 1937. It has been covered by everyone from the Beatles to Slim Gaillard, from Jo Stafford to Cilla Black. For my money, however, the best version is Dinah Washington's (1961). Sarah Vaughn's jazzily understated version dates from 1957. And while we have Miss Vaughn in mind, here is her 1959 "Broken Hearted Melody."
