Like Crazy, quite possibly one of the best pop songs composed in the last 20 years: When CeeLo was on Live from Daryl’s House, Daryl Hall said something similar.
Why is that song so good? Is it the skipping vocal melody, the hooky choruses, the atmosphere, the church backgrounders, the traditional ballad strings, that major and minor chord sound shift? Maybe, but whatever it does, it binds you in a multitude of ways like Lilliputians capturing Gulliver. And yet, the song is a slight confection. It’s no Bohemian Rhapsody or A Day in the Life. Crazy’s whole is so much greater than the sum of its simple parts: That’s the magic that pop music does like nothing else on Earth.
(A shame CeeLo poisoned the song by revealing himself as a rapey asshole. Ah, well...)
All of which many believe excites the pineal gland, the contact point between mind and body according to Descartes. It's said that when excited, the gland channels health, longevity, harmony, and spirituality. Search pineal gland and music and find all kinds magical thinking about how it may be activated with music — or a tuning fork and crystals: kits are for sale! Actual research tells us its primary function is the nightly release of melatonin which affects sleep-wake cycles and not much else.
Music can, however, create a bevy of intense emotional effects and, for some of us, it can transform us with a religious-like passion. But let’s forget the pineal gland — listen up (below) and go to church (or temple, ashram, synagogue, mosque, or whatever) and worship. Like the slogan of old Stiff Records, “F*ck art. Let's dance.”
263) Herbie Hancock and the Headhunters, (1973) Chameleon: While electronic keyboards in various forms had begun in the late 40’s with Fender pianos, Wurlitzers coming in the mid 50’s, and Moog synthesizers and Clavinets in 1964, it wouldn’t be until the early 70’s that they’d storm pop music. And this had much to do with who was playing them: I’m going to guess a young Herbie Hancock’s hearing Ray Charles’ banging What’d I Say (1959) was probably a turning point. Though, probably no record did more for electronica in pop music than Headhunters. The sounds were otherworldly, ethereal, and transcendent and Hancock was just the captain to take us there. By the time of the 80’s and digital sounds came along, electronics would become trendier and more ephemeral. But even now, it’s the analog sounds of the vintage ’boards that still drive deep into our dreams. Some manufacturers even regained their licenses and started making those analog ’boards again more recently, but there probably won’t be anyone creating such a worthy spaceship for going into the heart of the sun as Headhunters again.
264) XTC, All Along the Watchtower, Are You Receiving Me?, The Rhythm (1978): This first album by the band was also while the first wave of Thatcher era punk was still raging. By the time the album White Music was in the stores, there was already a growing legion of players out there that appreciated punk’s energy but found the crude structures too limiting. By then, XTC and many others were being tagged with the post-punk label which suited them less as time went on. In the case of early XTC, their chords were Chuck Berry, if chunkier, but the keyboards lent them a more sophisticated Music Hall cum sci-fi bent. Keyboardist Barry Andrews’ work remains some of the most innovative in rock history, in my mind. A journey he’d quickly abandon for his dancier and immediately more successful enterprise Shriekback. XTC’s leader Andy Partridge gives a vocal workout that may make this cover of Watchtower even harder than Hendrix’s.
Crappy audio on the next two but images are worth it:
265) The Birthday Party, Cry (1981): Why this was left off of their Hits collection is a mystery. If there’s any truth to that pineal gland business, this ditty would be would kick the wind out of it. The more formalistic version of psychedelia on the lyric sheet may’ve been entered into a word spinner app and set to abstract-o-vize. And then all was propelled into hyperspace on the afterburners of that scream: Cry! F--kin’ bingo! The words are kooky and obtuse – and the drums are right there with them – and among them are a few profoundly nestled sugar cubes to blow up your face: “...I’ll dig myself a hole and fill up that space with I’ll fill it up with flesh and I’ll fill it up with no flesh...and I’ll fill it with tears...” Truer words have never been written.
266) Bob Dylan, Most Likely You’ll Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine) (1974): Another installment in Dylan’s gallery of voices. This one as heated and insolent as any in his career and could’ve easily served as the model for Johnny Rotten who’d start his own band a year after this album’s release. The Band’s playing is ferocious and Garth Hudson’s purgatory string-like organ sound is an ominous counterpunch to the Hammond sound the many Highway 61 Revisited imitators used to pollute the air in the world after. Whatever Dylan’s original intentions of Most Likely You’ll Go Your Way, this rendition adds far more lemon juice and jalapeño.
Bob Dylan & The Band - Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine) from Not Dark Yet on Vimeo.
267) The Sound, The Fire (1981): More post-punk: This would be their most brilliant moment. Sadly, history tells us their commercial prospects were only brief and dim as proven here, From the Lion’s Mouth, that’d ultimately cash out at 100K units. By the late 80’s, leader, singer, guitarist, and songwriter Adrian Borland would be displaying symptoms of clinical depression. By 1999, he’d take his own life. I bring this up because this ultimate expression of existential pain does offer the work much more poignancy, as the singer laments his youthful emotions jacked of their free will for desire, as is often the case with the young and, if you’re very lucky, old. The Fire is a banging’ little number the dashes right out of the gate with simplistic brilliance and a relentless punctuation of bass and guitar that pump turbo into every cylinder. A powerhouse to decorate your time.
268) Billie Holiday, I'm a Fool to Want You (1958); Your Mother’s Son-in-Law (1933): Billie also had her vocal transformations. Hers may’ve been less a choice than hard and desperate living. (And as we now know, she was targeted for destruction by the government.) The sweet exuberance of her early sides were overrun by a freight train of livin’ by the time of her Lady in Satin album era – it’d be like the difference between Greta Thunberg pigtails and a pre-surgical shaved head. Every terror and soul-freezing moment of her adult life is rendered in her singular take on I’m a Fool to Want You. Frank Sinatra took a ponce’s swing at this too but his was a Disney remake next to her Hitchcock-like original. This is adult music that throws a full spotlight on the scar tissue. It’s not for the squeamish.
269) Prince, Loose! (1994): For my money, Prince got better in the 90’s. The songs were less programmed, the sounds more analog, and nothing in his very deep catalog matches this track for sheer power. According to Wiki, Prince had little love for the album at the time. He called it “old material.” The songs were dirtier even than the adolescent porn of Dirty Mind (check Come), which is saying something, and the sheer muscle of them kicks the shit out of any of his 80’s output by far.
270) Procol Harum, Simple Sister (1971): Unless you’re some kind of Anglophiliac, you probably didn’t care much about Procol Harum beyond Whiter Shade of Pale, which swam in a larder of accolade excess, and maybe the orchestral balloon of the live Conquistador. While stars in Britain, their sound didn’t seem to translate well to American tastes. You probably also don’t care that this was Robin Trower’s last pitch on guitar for the band. Like Whiter Shade of Pale, Sister paired a great melody with a sneering and uniquely Keith Reid lyric, one that bends toward the surreal:
Simple sister
Got whooping cough
Lock her in a cell
Throw the key
Into the sea
Hope she never gets well
I’m not sure why this vid is a paen to groupies. But, there it is:
271) The League of Gentlemen, Inductive Resonance, Dislocated (1981): On this record Robert Fripp would begin developing the style he’d utilize for the rest of his musical life including future versions of King Crimson. (A style I’ve written about before.) It’s mathy and meticulous and influenced by avantists like Steven Reich but Fripp takes it somewhere more melodic and kinetic than anything the avantists would’ve imagined. And yet, it’s a sound completely controlled and restrained in a way to give it a kind of white knuckle tension.
Also: Barry Andrews (post XTC) is the one beating out tantrums on the organ.
272) The Isley Brothers, Livin’ in the Life (1977): The era may’ve been disco but the Isleys decided to return to some of the sweaty vein-thumping rage of Fight the Power. The sound is vintage, the tempos and grooves more subdued, and the subject matter more mature and toned down—still cynical and mystified but changed: Go for Your Guns was the long contemplative email after the angry drunk texts of The Heat Is On. I wish they had of worked this angle more.
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