Showing posts with label Salome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salome. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

May 07, 2008 Earworm


The decision to name his band "The Negro Problem" guaranteed Stew that it would remain an esoteric treasure and/or a confusing google return for Gunnar Myrdal fans. Often referred to as the modern Love, Stew's other negro problem may be the short sighted critics who have to reach all the way back to Arthur Lee for a comparison. For diversity of the catalog alone, I'd refer to Pat Fish and the various incarnations of The Jazz Butcher as the white The Negro Problem even if it makes no sense chronologically.

Whatever.

"Bleed", from the band's 2002 album "Joys and Concerns", is a show stopper looking for a show and details the albatross around the neck of dreamers and its toxic effect on a creative mind and the world around it in a frank conversational tone and with a chorus so simple and beautiful that one could almost forget that its designed to deflate; as is usually the case with such manipulations you don't even recognize it until it's gone. And even if you can see it for what it is, you probably still won't be aware of just how far the poison has spread until it is too late.

Meanwhile, my own private albatross has flown away to a new scavenging place where, hopefully, it will be quickly recognized for what really lies beneath the pretty plumage and, like Herodias, will spend the rest of its days in exile, wondering why it never soared as high as its hopes.

Free at last, free at last.

Monday, May 5, 2008

May 06, 2007 Earworm


As we've learned from Mafia flicks, you can take out the top dog but pups always grow up. Sadly, this is also true in politics - national or corporate - and while one bad apple rots on top, those below it will be soiled as well. With that in mind, we should all be careful when bobbing and remember that it's not always cream that rises; what we think we flushed away can always come back if the plumbing is not quite right.

Salome got a bum rap for asking for the head of John The Baptist, became the runner-up spokeschick for the evils of seduction - should Eve be unable to fulfill her duties - when really, she was just a victim of politics. A foolish child, enchanted with her brief moment of power, she allowed another's whims to soil her destiny with no chance of a comeback via a stint on "Dancing With The Stars".

Still, she got great press over the years and The Old 97's served her legend well with a beautiful ballad of regret and loss, bending alt country back just enough to expose The Replacements among its roots. The band never got the success many felt they deserved but their cult remains devoted. Salome, on the other hand, got what she wanted in the form that she deserved, and you can probably catch her on some expose of child stars exploited by their parents.

Watch your head.