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Because we got the beat, and we don't eat meat... Gesælig Wodnesdaeg to ēow, and welcome to another Song for Odin. I'll be your host. So come with me on a journey back in time to the punk rock of yesteryear, a world of laughter, a world of tears, a world of hope, and a world of fears. If we hang on to our dreams, and hold each other tight, and believe believe believe with all our might, we just might find that everything will be alright on the night and we'll, you know, be just sort of okay and everything. So here is the MTX Starship of 1992 doing "At Gilman Street" in Hamburg, Germany. https://youtu.be/1PSKOFXFQ2A Think about how weird that is for a second. Gilman Street, the legend, was to become quite famous a few years down the road, but at that time this song, like its subject, was still basically an obscure local inside joke, entirely lost I'm sure on its audience of German crusties. And yet there I am bellowing about James McKinney and Bill Graham. The song's sarcasm is, relatively speaking, gentle and benign-spirited, but but it is certainly not the straightforward celebratory anthem some people might have wanted. To quote myself (from the Shards liner notes): "it is perhaps just a bit ironic that I of all people was the guy who happened to write the 'Gilman anthem.' It could have been a lot more sycophantic and triumphalist and mythopoeic in other hands. Sorry about that, Punk History." But it occurs to me to wonder whether sarcasm and irony can exist at all when the audience is unaware of the thing being ironized. I would say not. And I suppose it's that same topic of whether or not songs can work with outdated, forgotten references or topics. Hearing such a song before its subject was famous, or long enough afterward that it's no longer famous, renders it all but meaningless. The only hope for it is if the dead (or pre-born) references are mysterious enough to be interesting in themselves as obscurities. And it's why "topical" songs are never as good as love songs, at least as far as their survivability goes, even when they are themselves full of obscurities: e.g. "More than Toast." These are things I'd think about at work if I had a job. Of course, it helps if a song actually rocks and rolls (which is a whole nother challenge.) No one at shows pays attention to songs per se unless they already know them, but rather just to the beat and vibe and energy and so forth. All audiences might as well be a handful of German crusties ca. 1992 is what I'm saying. And thanks for showing up, meine damen und herren. This song has been a Song for Odin once before in April of 2018 (video resource: the unofficial music video.) As I said in that write-up, I started writing it in my head long before it opened, during those interminable planning meetings. (I would sit with my back against the wall listening to all the hippies arguing about "points of order" and how to destroy capitalism and such while doing my schoolwork (I may well have been working on the paper that was to become "The History of the Concept of the Soul," in fact; it involved some sort of translation because I recall spilling some Colt 45 -- cleverly hidden in an emptied Coke can -- over borrowed Liddell & Scott, necessitating some uncomfortable explaining later on.) The initial core of it was those votes on whether you're going to vote and the bizarre fixation on Bill Graham presents; the other references materialized once the club got going, James McKinney, Honey, Radley, my many center-stage fat lips, Isocracy... at the time it seemed quite likely it wouldn't ever actually open, and once it opened it seemed highly implausible that it would last very long. (And it fact it did close down a couple of times.) But it continued long enough for me to complete, record, and release its unofficial theme song which unfortunately for twue beliebers turned out to be just about 70% snark. And that, I'm sure you'll agree, is the important thing. (And to be honest, 30% earnest is a pretty good earnestness ratio for me.) And there we are. Be good. And if you can't be good, be careful. And if you can't be careful, be a tree. And if you can't be a tree.. well, then, I'm afraid I can't help you. See at the shows in Texas, if you're there. notes: -- that "semi-official" music video: https://youtu.be/3P3Z60_UrJg -- that previous "minor secrets" write-up: http://www.doktorfrank.com/archives/2018/04/minor_secrets_o_16.html -- discogs: https://www.discogs.com/The-Mr-T-Experience-Big-Black-Bugs-Bleed-Blue-Blood/release/2598926 -- and: https://www.discogs.com/The-Mr-T-Experience-Shards-Vol-2/release/12226887 -- Liddell & Scott: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Greek–English_Lexicon -- Songs for Odin playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLommF46BbnATopffORs0YkspebJHka2o_ #music #songs #video #minds
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