I’m going the long way today before getting to today’s featured song because I want to tell you about something that really irks me – and that’s putting it mildly. So please bear with me.
This is where I miss the pre-streaming days, before today’s era of corporate monopolies, when you could walk into your local music or DVD store and buy your own copy of your favourite album or movie. It was yours. There was something special about browsing the shelves, making your choice, taking it home and placing it in your collection. You owned it. It was your possession.
Now it often feels as though we’re only borrowing our music through streaming. Even if you do buy a physical copy online, chances are you’re buying it from one of the handful of mega-retailers that now dominate the market. They profit just as much from the sale as the artist does. It feels as though these corporations have inserted themselves between artists and listeners. Years ago, that connection felt much more direct.
It’s this corporate stakeholdership that has sunk its claws deep into our technological and consumer systems, controlling more and more of our lives through our dependence on convenience and materialism. So I look back fondly to a time before society rapidly transformed into what I see as a form of ‘Western Maoism’, where increasing corporate consolidation has gone hand in hand with the aggressive promotion of woke culture ideology and conscientization by many universities, Hollywood, large corporations and much of the mainstream press.
So what does all this have to do with today’s featured track, New Dawn, I hear you ask?
Well, when I first saw on TV the massively talented Guatemalan artist Gaby Moreno perform live at the Troubadour, my first instinct was simple: I want to own this. I wanted a physical DVD of the concert sitting in my music collection.
Instead, I’ve just spent the last twenty minutes searching everywhere for a copy of this remarkable performance and came up empty-handed. Someone, somewhere, must own the rights to release it, because the concert originally aired on the Film & Arts channel. As far as I can tell, only three performances from the show have found their way onto YouTube, and today’s song, New Dawn, is the third and final one I’ll be featuring here because, quite simply, those are the only performances available from the show.
In my previous articles, I explored Gaby Moreno’s move from Guatemala to Los Angeles, her unique blend of blues, jazz, soul, Americana and Latin influences, the background to her Dusk album, her distinctive bilingual songwriting, and her career journey. So rather than revisit that ground, New Dawn serves as the third and final part of this loose trilogy from Dusk.
In keeping with the concert’s stylish, laid-back atmosphere, New Dawn continues the evening’s warm and inviting mood. Combined with Gaby’s rich, expressive and resonant voice, it makes for a thoroughly charming listen. It’s light and breezy, yet woven with a rich acoustic tapestry of Americana-inspired guitar work that evoke the wide-open landscapes of the American West.
With its earthy Americana sound, gospel-like refrain and bilingual lyrics, New Dawn feels like the soundtrack to someone stepping out of darkness and into the first light of morning.
[Verse 1]
A new dawn over me, a new dawn over me
No more my heavy soul to keep in sorrow
That crimson light is deep, crimson light is deep
Rising on a brighter day tomorrow
[Chorus]
This heavy heart
Has seen the dark
For far too long
Far too long
This salty stream
Has washed me clean
Thy will undone
My day has come
[Verse 2]
Un nuevo amanecer, un nuevo amanecer / A new dawn, a new dawn
La pena y el dolor se van de mi pecho / The sorrow and pain leave my heart
Alzaré mi voz, alzaré mi voz / I will raise my voice, I will raise my voice
Que el grito de verdad llegue hasta el cielo / Let the cry of truth reach the heavens
Que el grito de verdad se oiga hasta еl cielo / Let the cry of truth be heard all the way to heaven
[Verse 3]
A new dawn over me, a new dawn over me
No more my heavy soul to keep in sorrow
That crimson light is deep, crimson light is deep
Rising on a brighter day tomorrow
Rising on a brighter day tomorrow
Rising on a brighter day tomorrow
References:
1. Gaby Moreno – Wikipedia
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From what I understand, vinyl records are making a comeback. So, you are not the only one who misses the way records used to be bought and listened to.
Yes, the vinyl records represent the last beacon of hope in the wake of the digitising of music lol
I used to love flipping through albums in the bins at record stores. Buying a new album was so much fun.
Yeh! Those Mum and Pop local stores, like those represented in the movie ‘High Fidelity’ are gone. Even the bigger chain stores JBHiFi I remember in Australia are gone too.
Here in Buffalo, there was Record Theater ~ there were two of them ~ the original, which was on Main Street, just past Delavan Ave, near Canisius College, & another one at University Plaza, across the street from UB. I used to go to the original one on my way from my job at the library to my job at the strip club to pick up singles for the juke box at the club ~ we didn’t have a DJ, thank God ~ I probably owned close to a third of the singles on the juke box.
When I was a teenager, living at home, Christmas shopping meant going to a record store & buying one of my siblings a record ~ usually a Beatles record or maybe Elton John or some other group we all liked ~ as a gift, so we all could enjoy it. I miss that, too.
Once again your attention to detail in your recollections is remarkable and it’s a pleasure to be able to go along for the ride. Thanks as always Polly for sharing.