Showing posts with label Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

July 2, 2008 Earworm


Rising up from the "I can't believe this wasn't a hit" pile is the proud and regal heartache that is Dan Folger's "The Way Of The Crowd", one of the finest examples of Nashville soul. Arranged to perfection by Bergen White, this Bobby Russell and Buzz Cason production bursts into the room ready to create a messy scene before wisely taking a more sophisticated approach, refusing to fulfill the rough neck stereotype expected of it. Romantic politics and class warfare unfold as Dan tries to talk some sense in to the girl who has decided she's a little bit more than she is because she's been picked up by the "better" set. One can't help but notice a heaping helping of insecurity in this argument, no matter how hard the horns try to hide it, and that's probably what makes it so endearing.

Being a firm believer in remembering from whence you came, no matter how high you climb, I keep this one close yet it never gets too familiar. Yesterday, just as I was turning off my work computer it was chosen by my ITunes program and I had to stop to listen again, hoping that the ending might turn out happier this time.

Dan Folger is probably best known as the writer of "Weeping Annaleah", a song that's been covered by an array of artists as diverse as Tom Jones and Nick Cave, but "The Way Of The Crowd" is his calling card in certain circles. And I can't help but feel a little smug about being a part of that crowd.

Go figure.

You can find "The Way Of The Crowd" on the ace Ace compilation, "Phil's Spectre III: A Third Wall of Soundalikes"
and on Kent's "Northern Soul's Classiest Rarities"

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

June 04, 2008 Eaworm



So, thanks to Kmatt, I've finally given in to Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds' "Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!" and I am glad. Apparently enough years have gone by that I can now listen to Nick Cave without my eyes burning from the memory of patchouli and the vision of Bob Nance, strung out and laughing at the jokes of a vacuum cleaner.

Lazarus, now Larry (and gee, thanks for that, Nick!)takes his resurrection on the road to all the familiar modern Sodoms where he finds that not everyone is up to the challenge of a second chance. Like Tatum O'Neal or Hillary Clinton...

As I'd already been pondering missed opportunities and the second chances my life has experienced, as well as what, exactly, makes a person make the right choices, this album fits like a glove. Oh, and I've decided that there are no right choices, only what you make of the ones you've chosen.

postscript: I seem to have opened a door with this one and not the one to the Nick Cave fan club. Hello, fellow former(ish) Baltimore kids. Drop a line and say "hello" - pres2go@aol.com. If not, I'm glad both you and I are alive to remember and I hope that you are doing well, found some sort of happiness, and are no longer torturing your hair. Kind regards, Larry