The Story – Dolly Parton

Dolly Parton and Brandi Carlile. Photo courtesy of Newport Folk Festival

Dolly Parton is one of those rare celebrities who seems almost impossible to hate. She’s spent decades treating people with kindness, staying humble despite her success, giving millions of children free books through her charity, helping communities in times of need, and never forgetting where she came from. Even people who aren’t fans of her music usually respect her generosity, humour, and the way she treats others. You don’t have to love country music to appreciate the kind of person she is.

— Superme2027 on YouTube

This post is part tribute to the late legendary country singer-songwriter Dolly Parton and part spotlight on her exceptional performance of Brandi Carlile’s song The Story. I mentioned Dolly’s version in my post about Carlile’s original, but after listening to it a few times since, I thought it warranted its own post, especially in light of Dolly’s recent passing on 25 August 2026.

Dolly’s cover of The Story appeared on a 2017 charity album called Cover Stories, which featured various artists covering songs from Carlile’s album of the same name. First, I want to recount how Dolly’s version came about, because it’s a doozy:

Carlile asked Parton to record the song, suggesting she lower the key. She later called her letter “about the stupidest thing I think I’ve ever put down in writing.” Parton enthusiastically accepted the offer, replying, “Honey, do me a favor. Don’t drop the key. I think I can handle it.” Hearing the finished recording, Carlile conceded, “She just completely takes me to school.”

I second Carlile’s reaction. Dolly definitely takes her to school, particularly on those high notes. On that point, I actually wrote the following about Carlile’s version:

It’s supposed to peak at 2:52 as Carlile virtually yells ‘All of these lines across my face’, and that scream-singing feels way overdone. It’s disappointing because the song carries so much passion and authenticity up until that moment, and that delivery definitely takes me out of it.

Dolly Parton transforms this song, infusing it with dimensions that only a long life could provide. You believe every line she sings. Then there’s her voice, which is utterly beautiful, rich in timbre and expression, and arguably all the more moving for the years of life experience behind it.


I’m not nearly as well acquainted with Dolly’s vast musical catalogue as most country music fans, but, like many of you, I have fond memories of some of her more mainstream career highlights.

As a little tacker, I remember watching the 1980 movie 9 to 5, in which she starred. It remains one of the first movies I recall seeing. Her title track was a huge hit and saturated the airwaves. It was fun revisiting the official video, featuring scenes from the movie, which I hadn’t seen since way back then.

A couple of years later, in 1983, came her monster duet hit with another recently departed country icon, Kenny Rogers. The song, Islands in the Stream, was written by the Bee Gees. Someone left this lovely comment: “I bet these two are performing this in heaven right now.”

Then, in 1992, came the release of The Bodyguard, starring pop diva Whitney Houston. I was on two weeks’ leave in Singapore when I saw the movie with a work colleague. The mega-hit song from it, of course, was Whitney’s version of I Will Always Love You.

A lot of people didn’t know at the time, including yours truly, that the song was written and originally recorded by Dolly Parton in 1973. On a side note, isn’t it bizarre to think we live in a world without either Dolly or Whitney in it?

Over the decades, I’ve listened to Dolly’s original many times, and I now consider her country-steeped version the only one I’m settled on listening to for the remains of the day. This song will always be Dolly’s.


I regret that this post comes nowhere near doing justice to Dolly’s long and illustrious career or her extraordinary philanthropic work. But in the little I’ve encountered of her music, the impact has been pretty BIG. Frankly, I just feel privileged and grateful to have a post with her name attached to it.

Rest in peace, Dolly.

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am

But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true
I was made for you

I climbed across the mountaintops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you

Oh because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you

You see the smile that’s on my mouth
It’s hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed
They don’t know my head is a mess

No they don’t know who I really am
And they don’t know what I’ve been through
Like you do, and I was made for you

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am

Oh but these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true
I was made for you
Oh yeah, well it’s true
That I was made for you

Tagged with: , , ,
Posted in Music

Más Allá o Más Acá – Trotsky Vengarán

Have you ever listened to rock music from Uruguay? Well, if not, you’re about to. Woohoo!

Over the weekend here in Bogota, the outdoor event Rock Al Parque was held, where multiple big Latin American and international acts performed. I didn’t go in person, but yesterday, while channel-zapping during the ads in the Cleveland – Tampa Bay baseball game, I stumbled across the live broadcast. So I switched between that and the baseball.

It was a bit of a bummer for the revellers that the festival was rained on all weekend, but given the incipient drought here, partly due to the El Niño effect, and the super-low dam water levels in Colombia, I don’t think you’ll find too many complaints. Hey, those in the mosh pits couldn’t have given two hoots. They looked ecstatic getting drenched.

One of the acts I immediately enjoyed watching was today’s featured group, Trotsky Vengarán (roughly, Trotsky Will Take Revenge). Having majored in Political Science, with a particular focus on the Bolshevik Revolution, I couldn’t help but raise a wry smile when I saw the Uruguayan group’s name.

Trotsky was one of the leading figures of the Bolshevik Revolution and the early Soviet state. He fell out with the party leadership, particularly Stalin, and eventually fled to Mexico, where he was tracked down and assassinated.

Back to the music… Trotsky Vengarán have a punk rock, alternative rock sound. If you could fuse the music of Green Day and The Offspring and give it a Latin American coating, this is what the hybrid might sound like. Their Wikipedia page says they were influenced by groups such as the Ramones, Beastie Boys, AC/DC and the Sex Pistols, as well as other bands from the 1950s and 1960s.

I can be quite fickle and selective when it comes to music, but when I dug deeper into Trotsky’s catalogue this morning, I was more than pleasantly surprised by everything I heard. I tell you what, that doesn’t happen often. No siree – Hallelujah!

Listening to this music transported me back to my 20s, around the time the Seattle alternative rock and grunge scene was taking the world by storm. My mates and I were reveling in it at the clandestine music joints in Canberra, Australia. This is the sort of music I would have revelled in back then, and it made me happy to see the young Latin American kids pogo dancing to it yesterday. Whole new generations can enjoy and savour this music and, decades from now, remember it fondly, just as I do the music scene of the early 1990s.

So, it didn’t surprise me to learn that Trotsky Vengarán emerged from Montevideo’s underground music scene in the early 1990s, in the years following Uruguay’s military dictatorship. The band formed in 1991 and has now been around for more than 30 years. It has earned a place among Uruguay’s most popular rock bands, with a loyal fanbase that packs out its shows.

The band has performed in Paraguay, Mexico, Chile, Argentina and Colombia. It was in Colombia that they recorded their live album, Una noche de rock en Medallo. Recorded in Medellín, the album captures the energy and festive atmosphere Trotsky generates at its concerts.

Today’s song Más Allá o Más Acá (Eng: Beyond Here or Beyond There) appears on the band’s album Relajo Pero Con Orden, released in 2016. The lyrics are really good. Check ’em out below if you have a sec.

There will be other songs by Trotsky Vengarán that I’ll try to fit in here (along with more information about the band) as we turn the corner and make our way down the home straight of this Music Library Project. Oh, wow, that brings to mind the announcer’s call, ‘Race is Go Now!’, from the classic Australian film Phar Lap. I won’t cry, folks.

No creo en el destino, no creo en la suerte / I don’t believe in destiny, I don’t believe in luck.
No creo en la justicia de la ley del más fuerte / I don’t believe in the justice of the law of the strongest.
No le creo al rebaño, ni al lobo, ni al pastor / I don’t believe in the flock, nor the wolf, nor the shepherd.
No creo ni en mis ojos, pero creo en vos / I don’t even believe my own eyes, but I believe in you.

Más allá del tiempo, más allá de la sangre, de la belleza, de las promesas / Beyond time, beyond blood, beyond beauty, beyond promises.
Quiero que te acuerdes de esto que te digo / I want you to remember what I’m telling you.
Donde el viento te lleve, yo voy contigo / Wherever the wind takes you, I’ll go with you.

Y si la confianza te deja tirilla / And if trust leaves you worn out and threadbare.
Si el desengaño no te deja hacer pie / If disillusionment leaves you unable to find your footing.
Cuando la mano venga jodida / When things get really rough.
Y la angustia te ponga contra la pared / And anguish backs you against the wall.

Más allá de la rabia, más allá de la ira / Beyond rage, beyond anger.
De la venganza, de las mentiras / Beyond revenge, beyond lies.
Quiero que te acuerdes, esto que te digo / I want you to remember what I’m telling you.
Donde el viento te lleve, yo voy contigo / Wherever the wind takes you, I’ll go with you.

Y más allá o más acá / And whether it’s farther away or closer to home.
Acordate que yo creo en vos / Remember that I believe in you.

References:
1. La Música del Día: Trotsky Vengarán, más allá o más acá – En Perspectiva

Tagged with: , ,
Posted in Music

’74 -´75 – The Connells

I’ve never deliberated so much over whether to feature a song here as I have with ’74–’75 by The Connells. I’ve had it in my collection for years, but could never really connect with it, feeling out of the loop somehow. The thing is, it’s not the song’s fault. The song sounds cool enough, and the last few times I’ve heard it, I’ve enjoyed it, but I don’t know why, and still don’t.

As I write this, I’m still ambivalent about whether to let her rip. Usually, I have a strong personal connection to a song and / or can relay stories, background and interesting aspects about the artist and song. But here, I’m as clueless as Manuel in Fawlty Towers – ‘I know nothing‘. Ah, what the heck! Let’s give it a go and finally put an end to all this umming and ahhing.

As I read the lyrics below, I’m as much perplexed as ever about the meaning and purpose of the song. Then there’s the music video, which shows people alongside their old high school yearbook photos, and my ‘What the F&ck?’ factor goes up another notch. But alas, we may finally have some resolution to the mystery in the official video description. Oh, the moment of truth! Here we go…

‘The song nostalgically reflects on the passing of time and how people change across decades. The music video, directed by Mark Pellington, features students from Needham B. Broughton High School’s Class of 1975 and compares the photographs from their yearbook, with how they look and have aged since then‘

Well, that’s a relief! Finally, after all these years of being in the dark, I can now rest a little easier knowing the grand aspirations and intent behind ’74–’75. Even rereading the lyrics with this in mind, though, still leaves me in a semi-detached state of bewilderment. All I can say is, well, ‘That’s a bit of a stretch, The Connells‘. I feel like calling them the ‘O’ Connells’ – O, don’t ask me why.

Anyway, what do I know, folks? This song has over 17 million views. Sweet! When it’s all said and done, I’m just gonna be glad to get this song off my books. It’s been like having a shitty ex-girlfriend still hanging around. Now I can finally be left in peace!

Funny how this song didn’t chart in the US but reached the top 10 in so many European countries. Could that be because English isn’t their first language? Since the American band The Connells never had another hit of comparable success, they’re widely seen as a one-hit wonder – or a one-night stand, to put it another way.

PS. I hope you guys know I’m just being facetious. I’m in a silly mood this morning and have had too much coffee. I’ve written some offbeat posts before, but this has to be right up there. Obviously, there’s stuff I need to get off my chest, and these guys bore the brunt of it, even if much of what I’ve written does ring true to me. I’m a piece of work, y’all.

[Verse 1]
Got no reason
For coming to me in the rain, running down
There’s no reason
And the same voice
Coming to me like it’s all slowin’ down
And believe me

[Chorus]
I was the one who let you know
I was your sorry ever after, ’74-’75

[Verse 2]
It’s not easy
Nothing to say ’cause it’s already said
It’s never easy
When I look on in your eyes, then I find that I’ll do fine
When I look on in your eyes, then I’ll do better

[Chorus]
I was the one who let you know
I was your sorry ever after, ’74-’75
Giving me more and I’ll defy
‘Cause you’re really only after, ’74-’75

[Verse 3]
Got no reason
For coming to me in the rain, running down
There’s no reason
When I look on in your eyes, then I find that I’ll do fine
When I look on in your eyes, then I’ll do better

[Chorus]
I was the one who let you know
I was your sorry ever after, ’74-’75
Giving me more and I’ll defy
‘Cause you’re really only after, ’74-’75
I was the one who let you know
I was your sorry ever after, ’74-’75
Giving me more and I’ll defy
‘Cause you’re really only after, ’74-’75

[Outro]
’74-’75
’74-’75
’74-’75

References:
1. ’74–’75 – Wikipedia

Tagged with: , ,
Posted in Music

Symphony No 3 In A Minor (Scottish) Op 56 – Mov. 2 Vivace Non Troppo – Felix Mendelssohn

Drawing of the composer by Eduard Bendemann, 1833 (Wikipedia)

For some inexplicable reason, I’d overlooked this Mendelssohn piece for years. Having listened to it again recently, I can say it’s grown on me considerably. This second movement from his Symphony No. 3 is a brisk and chirpy piece, so dainty as it tiptoes and prances the listener into a delectable state. I also found that certain parts evoked such alluring and heartfelt memories of scenes from childhood. And it has a dazzling ending to die for. Truly spectacular!

As mentioned, the second movement of Symphony No. 3 scoots along at such a glorious pace. It has me bopping along in my chair as I listen to it right now. Interestingly, this movement has the Italian music direction – Vivace non troppo meaning “lively, but not excessively fast”. You learn something every day, huh?

The German composer Felix Mendelssohn composed it between 1829 and 1842, having set it aside in 1831 after struggling with it. It eventually premiered on 3 March 1842 at the Leipzig Gewandhaus.

This is the second piece by Mendelssohn to feature here, following his The Hebrides (Overture), which was inspired by his visit to the western coast of Scotland and the island of Staffa. Mendelssohn certainly had an affinity with Scotland, since this symphony was also inspired by the country, specifically his visit to the ruins of Holyrood Chapel at Holyrood Palace in Edinburgh on 30 July 1829.

He related the following to his family in a letter:

In the deep twilight we went today to the palace where Queen Mary lived and loved…The chapel below is now roofless. Grass and ivy thrive there and at the broken altar where Mary was crowned Queen of Scotland. Everything is ruined, decayed, and the clear heavens pour in. I think I have found there the beginning of my “Scottish” Symphony

I hope to visit Scotland one day with my children, since my paternal great-grandparents emigrated to Australia from there. My great-grandfather worked at one of the oldest golf courses in the world, the famous and illustrious St Andrews golf course. I’ve always been fascinated by the history, culture and music of Scotland, and feel so romantically drawn to the place.

Even when it comes to today’s musical piece, it’s said that audiences have found it hard not to hear it as evoking the wild Romantic landscapes of the north. I’m with that lot. A Scottish gent in the comments even wrote:

I’m Scottish and absolutely love this work. Completely encapsulates the feeling of the place .. amazing all round.

But I’m about to rain on everyone’s parade, thanks to Wikipedia, which states:

Intriguingly, despite describing the work as his ‘Scottish Symphony’ to his family in 1829, by the time the work was published in 1842 Mendelssohn never publicly called attention to the symphony’s Scottish inspiration, and it is debatable whether he intended the finished work to be considered ‘Scottish’.

Well, whatever, Wiki! I’m going with what Mendelssohn wrote in that charming and dreamy letter to his family -‘Everything is ruined, decayed, and the clear heavens pour in’. I’m declaring it ‘Scottish’, and that’s that.

References:
1. Symphony No. 3 (Mendelssohn) – Wikipedia

Tagged with: , , ,
Posted in Music

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 a long time. 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

Tagged with: , ,
Posted in Movies and TV

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

Tagged with: , ,
Posted in Music

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

Tagged with: , ,
Posted in Music

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

Tagged with: , ,
Posted in Music

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

Tagged with: , , , , ,
Posted in Music

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

Tagged with: ,
Posted in Music

Follow Blog via Email

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 783 other subscribers

← Back

Thank you for your response. ✨