Digger – Alejandro González Iñárritu (Friday’s Finest)

It’s difficult to know where to start when discussing the latest Tom Cruise movie, Digger, directed by Alejandro González Iñárritu (Birdman, The Revenant). It’s so dense, absurdist and polemical that I’m not sure how to cover everything I want to discuss while keeping this article reasonably edible.

Firstly, I haven’t had this much fun or laughed this much in a movie theatre for as long as I can remember. And these aren’t cheap, thrill-seeking Naked Gun gags (not that they aren’t great, too), but the kind where you wonder whether you should be laughing, yet can’t help yourself because of the film’s nuance and dark satire. If you appreciate an artist pushing the boundaries of their medium, you’ll have a good time.

Also, the less you know about the plot and its reveals going in, the better. That’s nearly always the case, but it couldn’t be truer of Digger. There will, however, be some big spoilers further down, which I’ll flag beforehand.

What stood out for me and felt truly groundbreaking in cinema were the following aspects of the movie.

Firstly, the sound effects were unlike anything I have ever encountered in a movie. I was absolutely spellbound by the detail of the sound, to the point where it almost felt like being inside a theme park capsule, bombarded by the strangest yet most intriguing sounds, many of which I’d never heard before.

Secondly, the production design was a real work of art, and I mean that in the literal, classical sense. Each scene was like a painting within a painting. I was thinking of Turner’s paintings throughout.

I couldn’t help thinking, too, about how Wes Anderson has his own unique brand of production design, but Digger could be said to have its own as well, such was its originality and murky beauty. Another extraordinary thing was how the costumes and characters seemed like anthropomorphic offshoots of the setting itself. They seamlessly blended and morphed into the set, as if they’d just walked out of the walls or carpet. (For example, see image at the top of the article)

This movie has to be seen in the cinema!

Digger leans more towards the arthouse and independent film crowd, which might partly explain why it has one of Tom Cruise’s worst box-office takings. Now, onto why it was so poorly received by movie critics (52% on Rotten Tomatoes) and had a modest public reception. Okay, let me take a big scoop of air for this one…

When all is said and done, Digger is one long piece of dark satire about the perils of ignoring environmental issues and climate change. Now, if I were to read that description, I might be put off going to see it. I don’t want to see a movie which has a strong ideological bent when all I want to do is stuff as much popcorn into my mouth as possible and be entertained. But where I think this leftist message works is in how it sh/ts on both sides by exposing their double standards.

As is widely known, movie critics, like academics in the humanities, tend to lean towards the left, and some are extremely left-wing. So, when they see issues such as climate change and environmental concerns being satirised, along with the characters associated with them being made fun of in an astute, multifaceted and entertaining way, the majority of them go bonkers.

“Hey, you can’t joke about that stuff!” The movie itself tackles that attitude head-on, making the point that if you can’t laugh at yourself and take a bit of self-deprecating humour, perhaps you’re taking yourself a little too seriously. I just loved that.

This intolerable ‘ultra-seriousness’ and blinkered vision are among the reasons I bailed out of the ‘Political Left’ and became more classically liberal. I was once a progressive, but they became radicalised and turned into social justice warriors and moral exhibitionists. They’re sour pusses and mean-spirited beneath their ’empathetic facade’, and the kind of people you most definitely want to steer clear of in life.

And by golly, have I met my fair share of them in a country once besieged by Marxist-socialist ideology and guerrilla groups, which led to decades of armed conflict and whose influence remains prevalent today. Eek!

Allow me to digress further a smidgeon… In the Western World, their woke, conscientised ’cause’ gained momentum alongside the explosion of social media around 2008, which is no coincidence, of course. They fuelled identity politics and created tribal wars, encroached on free speech by deplatforming speakers, and deliberately omitted factual and scientific evidence when it didn’t align with their collectivist aims. It’s scary stuff. I call it ‘Western Maoism’.


Anyway, back to the movie. There are significant plot reveals below (and some I’ve forwarded from comments – in the link below – that reflect my own sentiments), so if you intend to watch the movie, I’d hesitate to read any further.

The play reveal was what really made the movie click for me, because that’s when you realise you aren’t actually watching history; you’re watching how people decades later decided to retell it. So all the exaggerated politicians, the over-the-top version of Digger, and the way everything gets simplified into one villain start to feel intentional.

Cruise and the rest of the cast give it their all, and by the end, I was a little discombobulated by what I’d seen, but I was certainly enthralled. So yeah, the best way I can describe Digger is this: expect nothing from it and just let the chaos unfold.

Ah, yeah, and make sure to see it with people who have thoughts of their own and aren’t bound by the MESSAGE, as the Critical Drinker would put it. Speaking of whom, I’d definitely recommend his take on Digger, which he titled Fascinating Disaster, if you’re so inclined.

He mentioned how Digger reminded him of the dystopian craziness, production design and humour of Brazil. Having just revisited Brazil a few weeks ago, I can certainly see some similarities, and a bit of Terry Gilliam in the frantic, outlandish pace of this movie. There’s a lot of Iñárritu’s own Birdman in it, too, especially with the play reveal, the background shenanigans and the side plots.

By the end, I was wondering whether the play was essentially propaganda. Everyone gets to blame Digger, cheer when he dies, and feel they’ve processed the past, despite the fact that their current society includes censorship, armed robots and the slogan “Compliance is Freedom.”

So perhaps the whole point is that history has been simplified into a story in which one man caused everything, and no one has to consider everyone else’s role or what replaced the old system. That was the part I thought was really clever.

I would be delighted to read your opinions of Digger, if you’ve seen it. As always, thanks so much for reading.

References:
1. Digger (2026 film) – Wikipedia
2. Digger – IMDB

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Wiyathul – Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu

Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander viewers are advised that this post contains images, voices and names of people who have died.

It was only about a month ago I presented another song by Geoffrey called Wirrpangu, unbeknownst to me that today’s track Wiyathul would be hot on its heels in the alphabetical listing. If I could go back, I would have instead focused on Wiyathul since it’s one of my two favourite songs by the blind Australian Aboriginal singer, Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu.

The other song being Djarimirri, which just so happens to follow Wiyathul as the second track on Geoffrey’s debut album, Gurrumul. It remains the best-selling Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander music album in Australian history. It’s sung in Yolŋu Matha, the collective name for the related Indigenous languages of north-east Arnhem Land.

Wiyathul is about the orange-footed scrubfowl, a bird with a deep connection to Gurrumul’s Gumatj clan. But, as his longtime collaborator Michael Hohnen explained, the song goes beyond simply being about a bird. Gurrumul is singing through the bird, with ideas of family, connection and being at one with the surrounding world.

I can’t begin to express the emotions and pure awe I felt when I first heard Geoffrey’s voice – which most likely was today’s track Wiyathul, since it opens the album. It has a transcendental beauty and sublime quality, and combines robustness and fragility with an emotion-laden timbre. I hadn’t heard music like it, not even in the vicinity, and I suspect I never will again.

The album Gurrumul remains one of my favourite albums from my Island home. I even brought it with me, amongst my few other prized possessions, when I came to Colombia in 2009.

You can see in the live performance below that he plays the guitar upside down. Pretty neat, huh? Being left-handed, Geoffrey learned to play a right-handed guitar upside down from a very young age and continued to play that way throughout his career.

At the peak of his popularity in Australian music, he died at the Royal Darwin Hospital, Northern Territory, at about 5:00 pm on 25 July 2017, aged 46. He came from Elcho Island, off the coast of Arnhem Land. He will always remain one of Australia’s greatest voices and one who took Australian music by storm.

[Verse 1]
Märrma djiawurr näthinana
Nambawu larrunana Guwalilnawu
Rirrakayunmina liyanydja milkarri
Nambawu larrunana Murrurnawu
Roniyirri rirrakayyu ya barrawajayu
Mutlwutjna galaniniyu

[Chorus]
Ga namba Guwalilna
Ga namba Warradika
Ga namba Yumayna

[Verse 2]
Yä wulman näthinana
Dhiyanuna lanyindhu dhungunayu
Yä bäpa Kamba-Djunadjuna
Miln’thurruna mayma Mayan-naraka
Yä nändi manda, marrkapmirri manda
Nhumanydja nayathanana Ruypu Milinditj
Yä nändi manda marrkapmirri manda
Nhumanydja näthiyana milnurr Burarrapu

[Chorus]
Yä namba Guwalilna
Yä namba Warradika
Yä namba Yumayna

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Monkey Man – The Rolling Stones

Hell would be coming back as Keith Richards’ teeth, or mine for that matter. For that reason, I bought this two-litre bottle of mouthwash yesterday to help protect my gums, especially where all my fillings decided they’d had enough, or fell in love with my chewing gum, swearing never to part.

I heard Monkey Man at the gym yesterday and thought to myself – “Are you insane – how is this not on my blog?” So here we are today trying to make amends. Give me a wide-scoping rock-blues guitar epic with glorious piano interludes like Monkey Man every day of the week and twice on Sundays. Yes, this song ticks all the boxes of what I love in hard-hitting rock.

The guitar tone and pitch in Monkey Man are very similar to those in another Stones masterpiece from the same 1969 album (Let It Bleed) – Gimme Shelter. You can tell they are cut from the same cloth – at least guitar-wise.

To me there is a bit of a psychedelic feel in Monkey Man, but also a certain underlying realism and truth in its message. The song strips away the facades and coverings we put on to be civilised, revealing something of who we really are underneath. Also, in keeping with this, Mick’s vocals on this song are so raw and wild.

Let me digress. Take, for example, my description below (which I posted on..oooh….a good while back) of how Sigmund Freud viewed the conflict between our civilised selves and our more primitive instincts, and then put that into the context of the feel and lyrics of Monkey Man, especially the second paragraph:

The Ego tortured by the ‘Id’ – underlying biological forces such as impulsive actions and urges, but also severely limited and repressed by the Super-Ego (Civilization and Society).

We are embedded in our animal-selves and there’s a strong connection between his theories and that of evolutionist’s ‘natural selection’. We are driven more by our innate and natural aggression instincts and sexual urges. The rationalist conscious over-pinning barely just tinkers.

The song to me at least represents the bare essentials of who we really are when it comes down to it – and there really should be no shame in it. It’s the 60’s, baby, YEH! You dig?

I just love the unique instrumentation and gritty energy of this classic hard rock track, and I wonder how I didn’t discover and enjoy it much earlier in life. This was a looked-over Stones song on my part, perhaps because it wasn’t one of their big radio hits. I can understand why Monkey Man seems to be a top-tier favourite amongst die-hard Stones fans.

[Verse 1]
I’m a flea-bit peanut monkey
All my friends are junkies
That’s not really true
I’m a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
Would you do?
But I’ve been bit, and I’ve been tossed around
By every she-rat in this town
Have you, babe?

[Refrain]
Well, I am just a monkey man
I’m glad you are a monkey woman too

[Verse 2]
I was bitten by a boar
I was gouged, and I was gored
But I pulled on through
Yes, I’m a sack of broken eggs
I always have an unmade bed
Don’t you?
Well, I hope we’re not too messianic
Or a trifle too satanic
We love to play the blues

[Refrain]
Well, I am just a monkey man
I’m glad you are a monkey, monkey woman too, babe

[Outro]
I’m a monkey! I’m a monkey!
I’m a monkey, babe! I’m a monkey, babe!
I’m a monkey! I’m a monkey! I’m a monkey! I’m a monkey!
M-m-m-monkey! M-m-m-m-monkey! I’m a m-m-m-monkey!
M-m-m-ma ma ma ma!
Ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma monkey!
Ah! I’m a monkey!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! ….


References:
1. Monkey Man (Rolling Stones song) – Wikipedia

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Wreck on the Highway – Bruce Springsteen

I nearly died in a car crash in my mid-30s. I often wonder if I did, in fact, die and everything after is just a lucid dream. You can never be sure. My favourite quote, which rings more true to me the older I get, is this one by Edgar Allan Poe:

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

People may feel despondent and glum about that. That’s fine, but I don’t. It’s liberating – learning to let go, grasp more of the present and not give a sh/t.

I was in the sauna yesterday and this fruitloop put his body washer on the side of the pot/pail that holds the water. Above the pot, a sign reads: ‘Do not touch‘. I told him in no uncertain terms to get his dirty rag off the pot and told him to read the f/cking sign. I did end with “Thank you”, so there’s that. He was gone – quick smart.

Life’s too short to tolerate “tools”, especially those who put others in danger, or at least dehumidify their stinky sweat onto others. Anyways, where was I going? Oh yeh, naturally – Wreck on the Highway.


I can’t even remember ever having heard this song before I stumbled across it recently while researching another song from Bruce’s fifth studio album, The River. It’s a pretty bizarre and weighty song.

I know Bruce is into cars and everything, and he’s normally big on romanticising them – bare-knuckle driving down to the county line, picking up women in them or fixin’ a car up real good for the rich woman in the biggest high heels you’ve ever seen. ‘Hey, you’ll get that real pretty dress dirty in the mechanic shop, luv‘. You get my drift.

Here in Wreck on the Highway, those romantic escapades and ideals – the “car worship” – are torn to shreds. Bruce, in his travels, comes across a – you guessed it – a wreck on the highway. It’s weird how, in the second verse, upon arriving at the scene, he says, And there was nobody there but me, but then he sees a man lying there who cries, Mister, won’t you help me, please.

This is where it gets spooky and kind of David Lynch-ish, because you wonder if he and the victim are perhaps the same person. He obviously means he was the first on the scene, but I wanted to get that trippy thing outta the way.

Anyhow, whether he’s there to bear witness to the aftermath or to be the one who’s all banged up, it’s not a pretty picture. And Bruce certainly puts you there. The last verse broadens the theme to encompass more universal themes of life and death.

Wreck on the Highway is yet another one of those sombre, introspective, understated and overlooked slower Bruce Springsteen songs that, despite its restraint and melancholy, certainly makes a powerful impact…. Puns galore in this article and that’s all good.

This song and another on the album, Stolen Car, form a kind of couplet or bookending pair about the darker side of the automobile. In one, the car becomes a symbol of loneliness and alienation; in the other, it becomes the scene of death and a sobering reminder of mortality.

These ballads, imbued with a sense of hopelessness, also anticipate his next album, Nebraska, and the darker turn in his songwriting that followed.

[Verse 1]
Last night, I was out driving
Coming home at the end of the working day
I was riding alone through the drizzling rain on a deserted stretch of a county two-lane
When I came upon a wreck on the highway

[Verse 2]
Now, there was blood and glass all over
And there was nobody there but me
As the rain tumbled down hard and cold, I seen a young man lying by the side of the road
He cried, “Mister, won’t you help me, please?”

[Verse 3]
An ambulance finally came and took him to Riverside
I watched as they drove him away
And I thought of a girlfriend or a young wife and a state trooper knocking in the middle of the night
To say, “Your baby died in a wreck on the highway”

[Verse 4]
Sometimes, I sit up in the darkness
And I watch my baby as she sleeps
Then I climb in bed and I hold her tight. I just lay there awake in the middle of the night
Thinking ’bout the wreck on the highway (Oh-oh)

References:
1. Wreck on the Highway – E Street Shuffle
2. Wreck on the Highway (Bruce Springsteen song) – Wikipedia

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Beautiful Strangers – Mavis Staples

Purvis Staples and the Staple Singers – long before they were on Stax they were on Epic and they were one of my favorite groups of all time. I met them all in ’62 or ’63. They heard my songs live and Purvis wanted to record three or four of them and he did with the Staples Singers. They were the type of artists that I wanted recording my songs.
– Bob Dylan MusiCares Acceptance Speech

The writer of today’s prayerful song, Kevin Morby, wrote in his substack article below about how Bob Dylan mentioned the Staple Singers in his MusicCares speech, and what an honour it was that they had recorded his songs. Dylan then mentions how he crossed paths with Nina Simone in New York and how much he looked up to her as an artist.

The backstory and creation of today’s featured song sung by former member of the Staples Singers – Mavis Staples is really something else, so I’ll turn it over to Kevin Morby – in his own words – because it’s one for the music annals:

When I wrote Beautiful Strangers I had been lying in bed strumming my nylon string guitar, transfixed in the ceiling fan slowly rotating above my head. I was listening to Nina Simone’s To Love Somebody – an album I had been drawn to because of her Dylan and Cohen covers.

I had been trying to learn her arrangement of Suzanne before falling into a similar chord structure with a slightly different rhythm before realizing I was writing my own song. If memory serves, then an hour or so later I had Beautiful Strangers, almost exactly as you hear it on the recording.

In 2025, Mavis Staples, from the group Dylan thought so highly of, released a record called Sad and Beautiful World when she was 86 years old. The record won two Grammy awards, one for Godspeed and today’s song Beautiful Strangers.

I just love how this song sounds and how the words evoke such a deep spiritual feeling. Mavis’ weathered voice carries such weight to the lyrics, like you’re hearing all the lived experience and wisdom in her breath. It’s so beautiful and touching in its restraint, yet thoughtfulness. The interspersing soul-rendering chorals of ‘Oooh’ running throughout the song are wistful and alluring.

But to share Dylan’s sentiment; hearing Mavis sing it only validates everything that I am about. And for that I am forever grateful. Hearing her sing it is, without a doubt, the highlight of my career and one of the greatest gifts of my lifetime.

– Kevin Morby (writer of Beautiful Strangers)

It just all seeps through me when I hear it, like a sensation of nature. Although ‘soul’ music isn’t usually my cup of tea, Beautiful Strangers most definitely is.

Along with Mavis’ deeply textured voice, the magical guitar interludes, which seem to twinkle, are my favourite parts of the song. When I hear the guitar in this, I immediately think of Clapton’s guitar work in his unheralded, yet magnificent – We’re All The Way. It’s very cool.

[Verse 1]
If you ever hear that thunder
Put your eye to the sky, boy, and wonder
Maybe there’s a kingdom above the weather
Oh, and whether you’re gonna get on in
Is up to you

[Verse 2]
If you ever hear that crying
In the distance like some siren
Maybe there’s a singer with no ring
Around their little finger, oh love
And If I lose my voice
If I have no choice but to go quiet
Won’t you sing for me
A melody into the night there

[Chorus]
And if I die too young
Oh, if the wolf he comes
Fee-fi-fo-fum
If I die too young
And the locust come
Then run, run, run free

[Verse 3]
If you ever hear that gunshot
You may think ’bout what you do but you don’t got
Say a prayer
Think of mother
I am a rock

[Verse 4]
If you ever hear that sound now
If the door gets kicked in here, they come now
Think of others
Be their cover
I am what they’re not

[Verse 5]
Pray for Paris
They cannot scare us
Or stop the music, no
You got a sweet voice, child
Why don’t you use it?

[Chorus]
And if I die too young
If the gunmen come
I’m full of love
So release me
Every piece of me
Up above
Up above, ooh

[Verse 6]
Love my mama and my papa
Love my sister
Can’t stand the coppers
Up in their choppers
Oh, flying overhead
Forty-nine dead

[Verse 7]
Singing, oh my Lord come carry me home
Oh my Lord carry me home
Oh my Lord come carry me home

[Chorus]
And if I die too young
For something I ain’t done
Carry my name everyday
Oh, I’m sorry
Oh, I’m sorry
Freddie Gray

[Chorus]
But sleep easy
Like baby Jesus
In a manger
Oh, sleep easy
Like baby Jesus
Beautiful stranger

[Chorus]
If I die too young
Let all that I’ve done
Be remembered

[Outro]
And I’ll sleep easy
Like baby Jesus
In his manger
And I’ll sleep easy
Like little Jesus
Safe from danger
Carry onward
Like some songbird
Beautiful stranger
Carry onward
Like some songbird
Beautiful stranger
Oh my lord, beautiful stranger
Oh my lord, beautiful stranger

References:
1. Sad and Beautiful World – Wikipedia
2. Mavis Staples – Kevin Morby Fam Club

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After the Fact – Syd Taylor

After The Fact is the title track from Syd Taylor’s debut 2025 album, which was written and produced entirely by Taylor in her Los Angeles apartment. I like this song whenever it comes on my player. It has a late-’50s vintage sound with vocal touches reminiscent of an Everly Brothers song, but there’s also a modern indie rock edge.

Syd’s voice is so unique! It’s sultry but has a masculine resonance to it as well, but sometimes tiptoes into a girlish Lana del Rey-esque airy voice. It’s pretty groovy and I like the drum rhythm – a bit reminiscent of Be My Baby by The Ronettes – a kick on beat one followed by two quick snare hits.

I checked out Syd’s other tracks Heaven and Honeycomb and also liked those a lot. I hear a blend of Kate Moss, Lana del Rey and Chris Isaak in those tracks too. It’s all good stuff and highly original, but you can still hear echoes of other music and artists in it. As if you can hear a pattern emerging.


Syd Taylor is a Detroit-born singer, songwriter, guitarist and producer who began writing songs at just six years old. She later formed the sister duo Stereo Jane before embarking on her solo career in Los Angeles, releasing her debut album After the Fact.

Influenced by artists such as The Beatles, Fleetwood Mac and Nina Simone, Syd brings a blend of indie rock, pop and classic songwriting to her music. She writes, plays and produces her own material, giving her solo work a distinctly personal feel.

[Verse 1]
I’m not some pretty little drama queen
Not gonna stare at my phone
And think of ways to keep you close
I know exactly what I want and need
And if you can’t uphold
I’ll be better on my own

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me what’s the language that you speak
Do you roll your tongue the same as me
I don’t wanna show you how
I’m impatient and I want it now
Tell me, can you give me what I want
Bet you can if you just wave your wand
I’ll tell you what I’m all about
If you can’t listen, then it’s strike, you’re out

[Chorus]
If you’re gonna love me, better love me right
And if you’re gonna hold me, better hold me tight
And if you’re gonna lose me, you can do it tonight
So I can kick your ass to the back of the line
And if you’re gonna fuck me, better make it last
‘Cause once I’m gone, you’re never gonna get me back
So if you’re gonna lose me, don’t get too attached
And don’t you realize what you had after the fact

[Verse 2]
I’m not somebody who can take it slow
‘Cause when I like what I see
There’s no way of stopping me
And if you want me, I’ll know
‘Cause I can feel it in my bones
Been here too many times before
I got good at knowing my worth

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me what’s the language that you speak
Do you roll your tongue the same as me
I don’t wanna show you how
I’m impatient and I want it now
Tell me, can you give me what I want
Bet you can if you just wave your wand
I’ll tell you what I’m all about
If you can’t listen, then it’s strike, you’re out

[Chorus]

References:
1. Syd Taylor Official Web Site

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Good Enough – Molly Tuttle

I came across Molly Tuttle’s music recently and I’ve liked a lot of what I’ve heard. What impressed me straight off the bat was her exceptional guitar playing and the melodic appeal of her music. It came as no big surprise then to learn that this Californian lass grew up in a musical household. She began playing at age eight and made her onstage debut at age eleven, performing with her father Jack Tuttle, a veteran bluegrass instructor.

From the age of 13, she’s been making records, initially recording duets with her father, before becoming part of the family group and later the all-female bluegrass group The Goodbye Girls. Since 2017, she has released an EP and five solo records. Today’s featured song Good Enough comes from her debut EP, Rise, which was released after a crowdfunding campaign.

Molly really lets her fingers do the dancing on this one. She’s got real skill and feel and she makes the song the focus. Just so talented. It’s great to see her carrying on the American folk music tradition with her fantastic interpretation. There’s also a nice tranquil message in the lyrics about finding peace in what you have and learning how to “let some doors stay shut“. Oh yeh, she’s ‘Good Enough‘.

Since we’ve just set sail on the Molly Tuttle music voyage, I won’t overload this article with too much information. But fill your boots in the meantime with this short interview (and back story) with Molly on CBS Mornings. Suffice to say, I’ll be backtracking over the coming months to feature more of her music as we ease this music project into port for decommissioning.

[Verse 1]
Couldn’t sleep last night
Too many demons floating ’round my head
But with the morning light
Your warmth pushed away my dread

[Chorus]
There comes a time to say, “That’s good enough”
I’m finally learning how to let some doors stay shut
It gets so hard but I’m not giving up
Comes a time to say, “That’s good enough”

[Verse 2]
I’ve gotta let this go
This doubt inside me with every road I take
There’s things I’ll never know
But I’ll go my own way

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I’ll take this day by day
With a little laughter, a smile to get me through
Maybe I’m not okay
Not today, but I’m here with you


References:
1. Molly Tuttle – Wikipedia

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Where Teardrops Fall – Bob Dylan

Where Teardrops Fall is from Bob Dylan’s 1989 Oh Mercy record, which many critics and fans alike call Dylan’s “comeback record” after the preceding Knocked Out Loaded and Down In The Groove records were almost universally scorned.

So when the Daniel Lanois – produced Oh Mercy record hit the streets after those records, it received almost unanimous acclaim. It was seen as Dylan at least making amends by ending his supposedly dour ’80s decade on a high. I take issue with this whole contention and I expressed it in one of my comments about another ’80s song, which I’ll relay below as ‘food for thought’:

‘I think that whole “’80s Dylan low point” rhetoric is a load of hogwash. I’ve featured as much, if not more, from his ’80s output than his ’70s, and way, way more than his ’90s.

If people are going to slag off an entire decade from their lofty perch (I might be “the pot calling the kettle black,” but so be it), then the 1990s would be a far better candidate, but people don’t, and you know why? Because he released the multi-Grammy Award-winning Time Out of Mind. As outstanding a record as that is, it somehow absolves the decade of any objective opinion in this kind of fruitless debate.

In the ’80s Dylan was incredibly active. He was part of the Traveling Wilburys, toured with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers – which was huge in Australia – and spent time touring with the Grateful Dead. Then there were his collaborations with Knopfler on Infidels and his Christian albums. Highlight reels galore!

The sheer number of brilliant songs he produced during the ’80s is staggering, and when one considers the dizzying array of unreleased gems that bizarrely didn’t make the album cut – well, the 1980s was hardly an artistic wasteland. On the contrary. Hence, the ’80s “low point” opinion never made sense to me.’


That was some kind of detour, so thanks for letting me get that off my chest. Anyways, back to today’s featured song, Where Teardrops Fall. I’ve always loved the swaying feel of this song and its looseness and breeziness. It is so conducive to the words too – Far away where the soft winds blow / Far away from it all.

There’s a tone of resignation to it, but not in a futile sense or “woe is me” rhetoric – rather, he seems relieved by it. Just a ‘letting-go’, where the emotions come out and it’s all fine and good. You can just hang out in this place and even take refuge. So this is no place to wallow or cower, rather it is where you find reconciliation by facing up to the memories, the past so engraved that he walks before he sleeps. There’s hope here – In the shadows of moonlight / You can show me a new place to start.

Where Teardrops Fall is a magically penned song, and the music is beautifully understated and so commensurate with what Bob’s saying. This is really Dylan at his modest finest – where you might think, ‘Oh, this is simple, kind of sweet and light and nothing grandiose‘, but there’s so much riding in its undercurrents despite its deceptively apparent lilting tone.

Don’t judge a book by its cover, they say, and the expression couldn’t be more fitting for this humble song, that goes to amazing depths if you let it take you. In fact, it is so easily overlooked; when people cite Dylan’s best from the Oh Mercy record, Where Teardrops Fall hardly gets a mention. Clinton Heylin in his biography described it as ‘the least worthy‘ and “a piece of fluff”. Ouch!

And so it’s not lauded – and that’s ok. Perhaps that’s the whole point…it’s where the soft winds blow – out there – and so far away from it all.

Love this song. Always did and always will.

For a more in-depth analysis of Where Teardrops Fall, I point you to the Untold Dylan article, which always contains such great information about Dylan’s music. I couldn’t recommend it more highly for Dylanholics in case they aren’t already familiar with it – which is probably highly unlikely – but just in case.

[Verse 1]
Far away where the soft winds blow
Far away from it all
There is a place you go
Where teardrops fall

[Verse 2]
Far away in the stormy night
Far away and over the wall
You are there in the flickering light
Where teardrops fall

[Verse 3]
We banged the drum slowly
And played the fife lowly
You know the song in my heart
In the turning of twilight
In the shadows of moonlight
You can show me a new place to start

[Verse 4]
I’ve torn my clothes and I’ve drained the cup
Stripping away at it all
Thinking of you when the sun comes up
Where teardrops fall

[Verse 5]
By rivers of blindness
In love and with kindness
We could hold up a toast if we meet
To the cutting of fences
To sharpen the senses
That linger in the fireball heat

[Verse 6]
Roses are red, violets are blue
And time is beginning to crawl
I just might have to come see you
Where teardrops fall


References:
1. Where Teardrops Fall: the meaning of the music and the lyrics – Untold Dylan
2. Oh Mercy – Wikipedia

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Symphony No. 25 In G Minor, K. 183; 1st Movement – Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Mozart in 1773, portrait by Martin Knoller (Wikipedia)

The Symphony opens with a splendidly theatrical falling diminished seventh – the prelude to a drama that unfolds rather like the storm scenes of operas of the time. This is tense, terse music, marked by fierce syncopations, pregnant silences, and a powerful bass line, the last employed for melodic purposes rather than as mere accompaniment.

– Herbert Glass (English-language annotator and editor for the Salzburg Festival)

Let this sink in for one moment…This legendary classical piece was written by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart at just 17 years of age in October 1773. At that age, I was seated on my skateboard, scooting down steep grassy hills while filming from a first-person vantage point with my Dad’s work portable video camera, unbeknownst to him, of course.

I think the Symphony No. 25 is one of the most intense, dramatic pieces of classical music I have ever heard. Those urgent, abbreviated string lines create this immense sound of turbulence and dark intensity. It is used to chilling and unforgettable effect in one of the most impactful opening scenes in cinematic history.

This first movement served as the iconic opening music in Miloš Forman’s biographical film Amadeus. I remember the shock and awe of seeing this for the first time, with my parents as a child. I have Amadeus sitting at No. 1 in my all time 100 favourite movies list. The music was performed by the Academy of St Martin in the Fields, conducted by Sir Neville Marriner, for the film’s soundtrack. Most of its wondrous soundtrack has featured here.

Overall, the movie and music helped define my taste in music, films and art. I often associate it with my grandmother Dorothy who was a classical pianist and often performed Mozart’s music to us and adored the movie. She was my main inspiration to undertake my Music Library Project which I wrote about in the inauguration post.


The Symphony No. 25 in G minor was completed in Salzburg on 5 October, a mere two days after the completion of his Symphony No. 24.

No. 25 was likely influenced by Joseph Haydn’s Symphony No. 39, also in G minor. It is easy to hear the similarities between the two.

‘Mozart was a keen student of Haydn’s symphonies, and the latter’s G-minor (No. 39) must have served as a model for the first of the younger composer’s two symphonies in that dark key.’

– Herbert Glass

Mozart and Haydn later became close friends in Vienna during the 1780s, with Haydn serving as an important influence on the younger composer. Mozart affectionately addressed him as “Papa Haydn.”

References:
1. Symphony No. 25 (Mozart) – Wikipedia
2. Symphony No. 25 in G minor, K. 183 – LA Phil

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New Coat of Paint – Tom Waits

When this Tom Waits jazz – blues number came on my music player the other day, I wondered how I hadn’t already presented it here. His alley cat vocal sound is by Tom standards as smooth as it gets and sits in neat harmony with the small orchestral swinging bar sound. Special shout-out to Mike Melvoin here who does a fantastic job on keys.

New Coat of Paint is an expression of a couple freshening themselves up to have a night on the town. The anticipation is palpable – You wear a dress, baby, I’ll wear a tie / We’ll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky. The song sets a romantic, late-night mood about rejuvenating a relationship with a night out on the town. It has a lyrical magic that just takes you into the music and the story unfolding.

New Coat of Paint is the lead track from Tom’s second studio album, The Heart of Saturday Night (1974). The title song, which I presented here back in 2019, just soon after the commencement of my music library project, was in recognition of the ‘Beat Generation’ American author and novelist Jack Kerouac. Tom, in line with Jack, one of his biggest influences, is an urban romantic poet himself.

I think today’s featured song and the title track would be good starters for those who are not familiar with Tom Waits’ vast discography. They are also relatively conventional by his own standards, as was a lot of his music in the mid-’70s, until he branched out more and experimented with sound and his image.

I’m a relative latecomer to Tom’s music. Back in about 2017, my friend and I were cooped up in a suburban bus here in Bogotá, Colombia, in the tumultuous midday traffic congestion – a real stinker. We decided to listen to a one-hour random selection of his music because I had hardly heard his music, but his reputation preceded him.

Well, on the bus that day, his music wondrously drowned out the chaos and stress of the outside world. The more we heard, the more we liked it. His music and storytelling are masterful at getting you into a mood – a ‘mood setter’. It felt like a drug – how transformative his art was on my outlook and humour. Tom is now one of the most prominent artists on my project.

So that’s what I’d recommend to the uninitiated when it comes to Tom’s music. When you find yourself with a little to do on a bus trip somewhere or jogging on the treadmill – whatever – just put on an hour-long random selection of his music to let it really seep in and give you a taste of the wide array of his musical styles and leanings. By the end of the hour, you’ll know full well if you like it or not.

Later on in your Tom journey, you might start hearing a Tom song and just say, I’m not really in the mood for Tom right now. But when you persist, after a few minutes or so, at least from my own experience, you might find yourself being blissfully ignorant and unfazed by the traffic conundrums around you or dancing in the kitchen while washing the dishes. It’s pretty neat.

I like how someone once commented on a Tom post here – ‘Once a Tom fan – always a Tom fan.’ Also, in another comment, a New York taxi driver said he would put on Tom’s music to calm down unruly drunk passengers.

Interesting note to end on (Wikipedia) – the album cover is based on In the Wee Small Hours by Frank Sinatra. It is an illustration featuring a tired Tom Waits being observed by a blonde woman as he exits a neon-lit cocktail lounge late at night.

[Verse 1]
Let’s put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town
Set ’em up, we’ll be knockin’ em down
You wear a dress, baby, I’ll wear a tie
We’ll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky

[Verse 2]
All our scribbled love dreams are lost or thrown away
Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowing day
Our love needs a transfusion, let’s shoot it full of wine
Fishin’ for a good time starts with throwin’ in your line

[Verse 1]
So let’s put a new coat of paint on this lonesome old town
Set ’em up, set ’em up, we’ll be knockin’ em down
You wear a dress, baby, I’ll wear a tie
We’ll laugh at that old bloodshot moon in that burgundy sky

References:
1. The Heart of Saturday Night – Wikipedia

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