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djingodjango added a blog entry 'Short Term/Long Term' 18 days
There are few perfect songs, perhaps because there are few perfect people with few perfect ears to hear. I count myself with those who lack the sensitivity it requires to identify such perfection.
But I think "Vincent" by Don McLean comes close.
A good song tells a story and fills you with sadness and delight when the words and the tune fit seamlessly. You feel well fed after such songs, like a bird sitting by a fountain, having eaten your fill of the small scampering life around and now resting with a drop or two of cool fountain water falling from your beak.
Such is the way I felt when I first heard "Vincent". The chorus drapes upon your ears with "Starry, starry night." and ends with the sweet pain of "..perhaps they never will."
It is the colors of Van Gogh that have always pulled me into his paintings. The 'complimentary colors' as he called them. Reds and greens, purples and orange, yellow and umber. He tried with a fierce intensity to capture light, but of course, he couldn't. No artist can capture that which is perceived in the mind of the viewer. It is too personal.
And no one can write a song and have it impact the listener as he intended for, again, it is subjective and does not transfer its intention fully, although, in some cases, it can communicate in part.
McCleans' "American Pie is the "Mona Lisa" of songs and can't be heard without the listener smiling and shaking his or hear head with recognition and some comfort. "Ah yes." We say with tenderness. "Boy, that has been around for a long time." And we smile again.
But within lies a generations longing of hope and fear and musical grief that life did not give us what we had hoped for, but only what we have earned.
Paul Simon struck a nerve with "America" and "The Boxer" and so many others. Good songs, some that tell imperfect stories and some that are close to perfect, as with "Richard Corey" who went home last night and put a bullet through his head.
Bob Dylan is an albatross that hangs around the neck of people our age with songs and memories so thick, as W. P. Kinsela says in "Shoeless Joe", you must reach out and brush them away. Sad songs like "Hollis Brown". Uplifting songs, like "Blowing in the Wind" angry songs such as "The Lonesome Death of Hattie Caroll" and "Hurricane". And songs that ramble on about who we are and where we have been, like "Tangled Up In Blue".
You surely have a perfect song in your mind. What would it be?
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Dana Fligg "George Locke Model" Vega Long Neck
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and an odd guitar with no name that lurks quietly under the stairs.
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Richard Thompson, Earl Scruggs, Mike Seeger, Don Reno, Pete Seeger, Joan Baez, Bob Seeger, Joe Pass, Django Reinhardt, Herb Ellis, Charlie Byrd, Charlie Parker, Four Freshmen, Dinah Washington, Ella Fitzgerald, Lady Day, Bessie Smith, Mel Torme, The Roches, Phil Ochs,Bob Dylan, Dave VanRonk, Toots Theilman, Art VanDamme, Chet Baker,Mose Alison, Hank Williams, Brian Setzer, The Beatles, Hank Thompson, Steve Goodman, Benny Goodman, Beethoven, Tchikovsky, Alexander Borodin, Eric Satie, Arron Copeland, The Gershwins (George and Ira), Leonard Bernstein, Steven Sondheim, Henry Mancini and so on
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It was 1960 and I was fresh out of high school. I had left rock and roll behind for a while after Dave Guard and the Kingston Trio crept up to whack me with a "Tom Dooley"-stick in 1957. Then came "The Brothers Four", "The Highway Men" and "The New Christie ." and I was hooked. I joined the Army because Uncle Sam promised he would send me to Public Information School to learn journalism, photography and a smattering of radio broadcasting. Hootenany was in the air. I followed my favorites, including the heart-breaking clear voice of Joan Baez to Korea while I wrote for "The Cavalier" and "The Stars and Stripe". I was a correspondent and photographer. Then it was on to New Mexico where I found "Peter, Paul and Mary", early" Bob Dylan" and some scratchy "Jimmy Rodgers"('The Singing Brakeman'). I bought my first guitar while I was producing radio programs for "White Sands Missile Range" and learned a few chords. I recorded a few live concerts, using purloined equipment in Coffee houses through the Southwest. Places like "The Don Quixote" in El Paso, Texas. And I listened to performers, gaining knowledge along the way. When I got out, the 60's and ?'s came hurtling at me, dressed with songs from new writers and performers. I went to broadcasting and drama school for a season in Boston and began to listen to the likes of Dylan, Tom Rush, Dave Van Ronk, Donovan, Mark Spoelstra, Patrick Skye, Jim Kweskin and Phil Ochs. I traded my $30 red and black Stella for a Gibson and began haunting places like the "Unicorn" plus "Club 47" in Cambridge and numerous clubs in New Hampshire. Then a group called "The Beatles" changed my view on everything. I became lead singer and rhythm guitarist in a band called, "The Notables". I bought a more expensive Gibson and an electric 12 string. We did 'Stone's' covers and 'Lovin' Spoonful'. I plunged into James Brown. A 22 year old white kid doing James Brown. I was nothing if not audacious. I went into commercial radio in a small market station back in NH. I wrote news, sports, rip and read weather off the teletype and interviewed everyone from William Shatner to Eugene McCarthy.and George Gobel. I got another twelve string. I got married. I acquired 4 children, and lost everything in the war. And I stopped playing for awhile. Then I met my passion. The love of my life. We married. We produced 5 children together. I was writing in earnest, after I began a spriritual journey. I started telling stories. Childrens tales, Anansi, Coyote and all the worlds mythical characters were part of a woven tapestry I still am adding to today. A friend gave me a Martin D35. Another gave me a Yamaha acoustic/electric 12 string. A few months back I sort of 'retired'. That's another way of saying I was let go. It was then I received my 'Dana Fligg' long neck banjo and am now writing for a local literary mag. I sold the Martin. I bought a Washburn acoustic/electric. My wife gave me a fire-engine red solid body Epiphone electric. I have five beautiful grandchildren. There is much more to say and much more to sing about, but I am glad to have found this place.
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