Moon Too--This Time in Pink

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Tonight is the pink moon, the full moon in spring when the flowers are in bloom. So I thought a second round of moon songs was in order. Jim is a lot of the inspiration for this entry, and the source for a lot of really cool songs.






First, there is actually a Pink Moon Song! I can't say I like it, but here it is:
Nick Drake: Pink Moon

Jimmy says this one's nostalgic (that's 'cause he's old--I'm not, at least not compared to him!)
The Capris: There's A Moon Out Tonight

This song just delights me. Jimmy suggested it. It's sweet, and funny, and just amazing. I hope you like it.
Hondo Crouch: Luckenbach Moon Texas

We both said "how did we forget this one?" when I found it while searching on YouTube:
Jerry Butler: Moon River

I may need to sneak around and do the blog away from Jim. He always makes me put in a Tom Waits song. Of course, he finds such good ones. Here is a moon song.
Tom Waits: Grapefruit Moon

We enjoyed our Pink Moon tonight. It was lovely. Hope you like our moon songs! Please share the blog if you like it!

The Importance of Music in the Human Condition

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Every few years, a movie will come out for people in the grown-up world. The Big Chill, American Grafitti, Grease, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, American Pie, even Mama Mia!. . .all tapping in to the collective memory of a generation. All of these movies use triggers from the past--clothes, slang, camera angles, and other cultural cues--to remind their audience of days gone by. They also use music.

Lots of music. Sometimes the actual songs, sometimes re-vamped versions from the latest stars, sometimes entirely new songs written "in the style" of the past--but always, music permeates the movie, helping the process of pulling the audience from its present back into the past that for so many is a nostalgic wonderland they wish to revisit. 

Music is one of the commonalities of the human experience. I don't know of any tribe or group that does not embrace some version of rhythm and note. Even deaf communities, who stridently refuse anything the "hearing culture" has that underscores their lack of hearing, play music--loudly enough to feel the beat they cannot hear. Music, like scent, affects non-logical parts of our brain and moves us in ways conscious thought cannot.

What moved that first person to tap on a rock or strum a stretched bit of sinew to make sound? Since I am not a composer, I can only guess by looking at the times I want to hear music. When I am restless, I long for a rhythm to cajole movement from me, to "help me through the panic, till I'm gathered safely in," to quote Leonard Cohen--though I imagine he had a different sort of panic in mind. When I clean house the mess aggravates me unless I am playing raucous music--the tempo gives me the heart to create disorder in the process of organization.

When I am nostalgic, or lonely, or sad, I long for music to fit my mood. Sir Elton is right, "when every little bit of hope is gone, sad songs say so much." The sadness another soul used to write the song allows my own tears to flow. And when I am ambitious, or angry, or exultant, wild anthems, even ones as silly as "We Built This City on Rock and Roll" provide a soundtrack--that odd word invented for music cued to a story--for my own rising feelings.

Of course, there is also love. I feel sure the first song was a love song. The alternating delicate, deep, longing, elemental series of chemical markers that lure us together and make us crave a bond are a primordial soup full of potential music. I sang along with the love (and lust) songs of my parents when I was a child, but I was a full-fledged adult before I understood them. Even as a teen, I had crushes, but never understood the mind-altering affect of emotional and physical longing until later. Now the songs I heard as my husband and I dated and started our married life can erase the years, any petty annnoyances, and send me racing to his arms full of youthful love.

I read an artilce by David Byrne, once of The Talking Heads, who has quite the brain for muscial science. He sees computers creating our music today, and voices calling for "music" to consist of algorhythms organizing sounds of nature without a human composer. "Music made by self-organizing systems means that anyone or anything can make it, and anyone can walk away from it. . . Though this industrial approach is often frowned on, its machine-made nature could just as well be a compliment—it returns musical authorship to the ether. All these developments imply that we’ve come full circle: We’ve returned to the idea that our universe might be permeated with music." 

I cannot be so circumspect. Like my teenage self, a computer will never understand the depths required for music that reflects the most important moments of humanity.  You must experience tears, and touch, and wonder, and awe before you can write a series of notes or stanza of words that will touch the heart of another.

The radio is full of bubble-gum songs put together by corporate conglomerates to manipulate the emotions of distracted people wanting to sing along with something on their commute to a sterile cubicle. I sing along with them myself. Their triteness is the auditory equivalent of a potato chip--you can take in a lot without any feeling of nourishment or fulfillment.

But the songs that are remembered, the compositions that survive for decades and centuries, are made of sterner stuff. To be truly appreciated, they require focus. In our endlessly distracting, computer-driven world, taking the moments to savor the efforts of another mind is a way to ensure we will continue to have music for our life moments.

Songs About Clothes and Other Wearables

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I was surprised at how many songs there are about clothes and other wearables. I picked these songs based solely on which ones I most wanted to hear. If you have any suggestions for clothing songs, let me know--there's plenty of possibilities for another run.

Clothes tell us a lot about a person. . .and when Dylan decides to write about it, it can tell you a lot about a love affair.
1. Bob Dylan: Spanish Boots of Spanish Leather

This was probably the first song about clothing I ever heard. Dolly captures the feeling of not belonging and not knowing why perfectly.
2. Dolly Parton: Coat of Many Colors

I love the odd lyrics. And I love long jackets. And finger nails that shine like justice.
3. Cake: Short Skirt Long Jacket

My father used to sing this song. He was especially fond of Marty Robbins (and because of that, I sometimes find myself singing El Paso. But that's a song set for another time.)
4. White Sportcoat and Pink Carnation

"That suit's pure herringbone."
5. The Coasters: Shopping For Clothes

There are whole wardrobes still to explore--yellow jackets, hats of all kinds, jeans and dresses. Stay tuned!

Choo-choo!

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I hesitated to do songs about trains, since it could almost be a never-ending topic. So here's one entry, with more to come at a later date:

Jerry Jeff Walker and Jimmy Buffet wrote this song together. It's gently sad and nostalgic, just like a train song should be.
1. Jerry Jeff Walker: Railroad Lady

This song was written by Steve Goodman, which I didn't know until last week when I was working on this blog. He's a strange mix of humor and gentleness. He does it a bit differently from other versions I've heard.

2. Steve Goodman: City of New Orleans

Every train song should have a little tap dancing!
3. Dorothy Dandridge and Nicholas Brothers: Chattanooga Choo Choo

There are a lot more versions to this song than I would have thought.

4. Mary Chapin Carpenter: Downtown Train 

Finally, my husband's favorite:
5. Thomas the Train Theme

There are only a zillion train songs out there. Please share your favorite for the next round!