A Drop In The Ocean

A week ago I concluded my month long commitment to re-post songs from the fantastic 30 Days 30 Songs initiative, instituted by Dave Eggers, across my social media platforms.

It was an interesting month made up of hits and misses and I wanted to let the results sink in a bit before I weighed in on them here.

At the end of the day, that small act was just a drop in the ocean.  Some posts received multiple comments, likes, shares etc. while others went ignored.  I found that the posts with more recognizable names behind the songs got more love, which is definitely understandable and what I could have predicted.

What I found most interesting is that during the month I didn’t find myself caring as much about those likes and shares, or lack of them, as I thought I would.  Taking the time, once each day for a month, to really listen to a song, to read the accompanying notes as to why that song was selected as a part of the project and, many times, diving in deep to learn more about the artist and other songs they had done, was much more of a reward than the social media acceptance of the post itself.  The likes were the cherries on top, the afterthoughts…

What was also interesting is that my personal facebook page became politicized on a regular basis for the first time, something I am still working through, and I found that during the month I really needed to focus on posting other material to help balance out what could have easily just turned into another anti-Trump hate site.  Focusing so much on the negativity around this administration and, let’s face it, the negativity in many of the songs pointed at this administration, I had to go in search of good news stories to help give myself a sense of balance.

Not to sound too trite, but part of being a part of any resistance is to remember the positive things you are fighting for.

“Part of a resistance” – even I snicker at those words… so easily and potentially read as  those of us choosing to raise our voices making ourselves out to be something out of the movies, or the history books.

But I think I would speak for many that that is exactly the reason we are doing this – to be a part of those history books.

No matter what happens on a daily basis now – and there may yet be many more terrible things – we KNOW that there will be a day where history will judge this time period and those who acted in it.  History always judges and there will be one side who is on the wrong side of history.

I have faith in that future generation.

Globalization and multiculturalism will not be stopped.  Human Rights will progress.  Old racist people will die and the generation they leave behind them will be a slightly smaller generation of small-minded racists, and so on and so forth until the number of racists left will not be able to hold any executable power in society.

I have to believe this is the path humanity will go down and when those future generations look at the actions we took now, I know I want to be on the side that DID something.  That SAID something.

30 Days and 30 Songs was just the start and I will continue to be a voice for what I believe is right.  It’s been said that “Opinions are like arseholes – everybody’s got one.”

My specific posts and my specific opinions may not make any material difference at all.  But then again, they might.  I will continue to echo those with bigger microphones than mine and who knows, I may develop a powerful microphone of my own.

Action is better than inaction.  Reading, Listening  and Contributing is better than Reading and Listening on their own.

There are so many drops in this ocean that will never be heard, felt or thought about, but without all the drops it ceases to be an ocean at all.

Five Years Later

One of the best bands to watch when things get serious or heavy or just downright SAD is Walk Off The Earth.

This is a band I will return to more in the future, maybe when I’m not at an airport waiting to board a flight home.

After a few nostalgic views, this video from just two weeks ago caught my attention, celebrating the five year anniversary of the whole band on one guitar that put them on the world stage.

Amazing musicians, fun people and just a group with a happy, positive vibe… check out the anniversary video for Walk Off The Earth and have a smile.

Hold Me Closer, Tiny Hand Sir…

I am watching America disappear before my eyes, as are you.  The progress the country has made in the last 50 years is slowly disappearing pen stroke after pen stroke.  Lie after Lie after Lie.  Salon has a great recap here: “9 Terrible Things “President” Trump Has Done In Just One Week” (Presidential quotation marks mine).

The only thing that lifts my spirits about the next 6 months are the ideas suggested in this piece by Elizabeth Linder who writes about the opportunity this “presidency” (again, mine) will provide for new heroes and new storylines to emerge.

In the arc of President Trump’s story, the station of hero – to use Dickens’ phrase – will not be held by Donald Trump. It will be held by someone else – or even more powerfully, by many others. After all, the hero in The Wizard of Oz isn’t actually the Wizard. It is Dorothy Gale, from Kansas. And a rather clever Scarecrow, a splendidly compassionate Tin Man, and a considerably brave Lion. But without the Wizard around whom to frame the story, our Dorothies, our scarecrows, our tin men, and our lions do not spring to life. The absence of a President-hero does not necessarily spell the absence of Presidential-style heroism.

The whole piece is well worth a read, especially if you have been struggling to find the positive in all of this.

Seriously, check it out.

And I love that the heroes are already starting to emerge.

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In “President” Trump (seriously, can someone help me make these quotations a thing?) we have someone who is so easily provoked, so thin-skinned, that the mechanism that will cause his undoing is staring us right in the face.

If the popular vote started showing up online, offline, wherever we can – and I’m talking the global popular vote here as well, which is an even more overwhelming a majority than that found in the “U”SA alone (too much? yeah, too much…) – then it cannot be long before we push him into the final downward spiral that will eventually undo his presidency.

“But what about Pence?” the people say.  “He’s no better.”

Yes, yes he is.  Whatever his personal beliefs are he holds nowhere near the swagger or audacity to inflict as much harm as Trump.  He has the personality of a tree stump and would be infinitely better warming the seat of the presidency for the next three and a half years.

“But what if we push him too far?” the people say.  “He can launch nukes within four minutes.”

I say, first of all, why am I pretending there are people saying things just to make my points, but more importantly, all the more reason to act with haste.  A Trump in power for a year may only hold more sway, may only be more powerful and more difficult to take down.  He is showing signs of weakness… he is a weak, weak, pathetic man who is so ignorant as to what the history books will write of him that he actually thinks he is currently beyond reproach and out of our reach.

He isn’t.

And every voice matters.

If he can lose sleep over a tweet or an SNL skit, imagine what 3 million halves of onions can do.

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And now we have reached the part where I remind myself that this is a music blog…

Last August I wrote about the power of Protest Songs and about how so many were lacking in my regular, every day engagement with US politics.  In that piece I asked why I don’t see contemporary protest songs filling my newsfeed and wondered why people weren’t sharing their political beliefs through a medium that has withstood the test of time.

And then, I did absolutely nothing.

Like many, maybe I thought there was no way Trump could win so maybe I didn’t have to use my voice for anything except for that blog post encouraging others to act.

And then he won.

And I was one of the many who, while fearful of the worst, wanted to wait and see what he would actually do once the power and enormity of what he’d gotten himself into settled in.

And I did absolutely nothing again.

It is not much… in the grand scheme of things what I am doing now is small, but it is something.

Dave Eggers is one of my favourite authors of all-time and you can read his very entertaining account of a day spent at a Trump rally here.  In it he notes, among many things, that Trump’s apparent theme song is Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” and that the rally had more in tune with a Garth Brooks concert than any serious political event.  While Trump blasted out Bruce Springsteen and the Rolling Stone, Eggers muses that those artists support for Trump would be “unlikely”.

It was this experience that motivated him to orchestrate a brilliant movement in October last year – “30 Days, 30 Songs” – in which famous musicians would release new protest songs they had written – one a day for – the last 30 days of the election campaign.

This small something has caught on and now the site is dedicated to 1000 songs in 1000 days; it will publish “original tracks, unreleased live versions, remixes, covers, and previously released but relevant songs that will inspire and amuse and channel the outrage of a nation.”

And I have found the musical mecca from which I will now share and pass on through my own social media efforts.

I’ll be posting a different song every day for the next thirty days across my own social media channels, encouraging people to listen and doing my part in passing on a message from those with much larger microphones than my own.

It’s only the start of what one person can do.

In this day and age you can either sit back and read the news or stand up and be part of it.

Just A Friend

Everyone has their karaoke go-to and Biz Markie’s “Just A Friend” is mine.  It’s got the perfect blend of a sing-along chorus, nostalgic sweetness with just the right amount of “Man, why didn’t I pick that song?” that usually gets a room really engaged.

I’ve been singing this song for close to 20 years and only just now thought to look up and listen to the original song the chorus is based on.  Let’s start with Freddie Scott’s “(You) Got What I Need” from 1968.

Some great lyrics in there…

In a world of salty tears
So afraid and so full of fears
So glad you saved me, dear
(Saved me dear)
You’re the sunshine to my life
Things were wrong, you made them right
How did you do it dear
I’m thankful every day that you came my way
And I hope and pray that you’ll never ever go away

And then of course there’s the famous piano riff in the chorus that lifted Biz Markie into the stratosphere.

Without that piano riff, I wonder where Biz Markie would be today?  He’s honestly one of the most likeable guys out there – dubbed the Clown Prince Of Hip Hop, he’s exactly the kind of guy I would want to hang out with playing video games, eating pizza and talking trash.  I can’t get enough of Biz’s Beat Of The Day on Yo Gabba Gabba; when I fall down that YouTube rabbit hole it’s at least 20-30 minutes before I crawl back out.

 

But for all his likability, he still remains classified as a one-hit wonder – and justifiably so.  Without Google, name one other song of his?

Aside from the catchy hook, I love the story in “Just A Friend”… the song came out in 1989 but the theme is timeless.  For every boy-meets-girl story in existence there are multiple versions of boy-who-didn’t-get-the-girl.  Biz passing along his advice in such a situation makes him a sympathetic character and one we also can’t help but laugh with as he clearly doesn’t take the situation too seriously.

Mozart?  Yo-Mama jokes?  A servant who for no reason dances in and out carrying a fruit platter?  It’s irreverent and hilarious.

Enjoy this trip down one-hit wonder memory lane and next time you’re looking for a karaoke song, keep this one in your back pocket.

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Further Listening

As far as covers go, I also play the song which makes for a bit of fun to hear it on acoustic guitar.  I’m nowhere near as good as this version though… 

Christmas Mourning

I was in a musical-comedy duo in University called Yodacock.

The band name stemmed from a late-night drunken conversation around whether or not there were any female Yodas in the galaxy and, if there were, how fornication between the two Yoda genders would take place.

That’s probably enough said about the name.

We played coffee-houses, the campus pub and, mostly, for our friends.  We hit it big in our residence with a song called “Necropheliac”, sung in the style of 1950’s doo-wop about a guy who didn’t let death stand in the way from continuing his relationship with his girl, and the song was catchy as hell.  “Shelby”, a song about unrequited love for a girl who worked the same shift at McDonalds as my partner, was also full of heart and had everyone singing along.  We reached a modicum of success around campus and enjoyed making people laugh.

At the end of the school year we made a tape in our dorm room using an old four-track system borrowed from a friend and sold 300 copies.  Proceeds funded our top two priorities: more blank cassettes and beer.

After the early success of “Shelby” and “Necropheliac” we thought we could do no wrong and proceeded to write a Christmas song and took it to various floors of the residence as the term wound down and the holidays approached.  Our other songs had been happy, hopeful, bouncy, wistful even… “Christmas Mourning” took all of that and set it aflame.  Some got the darker side to our humour and loved it but for many it was just depressing as fuck.  It went on to become our least requested song, so I find it funny that it is the first Yodacock song to appear on this blog.

Written in December, 1997 and appearing for the first time on Youtube, I present, Christmas Mourning.

I haven’t thought about this song in years and it is still a secret favourite of mine on the whole tape.  As I listen to it again now I am instantly transported back to the first time we performed it and the shocked look on everyone’s faces, jaws dropped, not knowing how to react or whether or not to even laugh.

Singing to a pub full to the brim of people singing along to the chorus of “Necropheliac” doesn’t even compare in my mind to the reaction this song got out of people.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

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Further Listening – Some Happier Music

For those who maybe need a palate cleanser, here are my two absolute favourite songs to listen to at this time of year.

Dominick The Italian Christmas Donkey – there is simply no happier Italian Christmas song than this.

And for the sentimental side of the holiday season, there is no better song than this in my books, and no better version of it.

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, as sung by Rowlf and John Denver.