BART is not a person, but rather an extremely smelly form of public transportation: Hey ho, Wodnesdæg again, which means I'm meant to post a song and type about it and call it a Song for Odin. Once again, though, what with one thing and another, I don't have anything specifically prepared. It's funny how I feel this pressure to do this thing each week for absolutely no reason... I know there are those who appreciate the posts and write-ups, sort of, but it's not like anyone else but me is sitting there expecting anything at all, lamenting its absence and vaguely worried that something terrible will happen if I skip it... At this point, maybe, the observance of Song for Odin is largely superstition, and possibly little else. Nevertheless, just in case, here's something, to appease the gods in hopes of avoiding the spate of ill luck risked when the sacrifice is skipped two weeks in a row. It's "I Just Wanna Do It with You" live at the Euclid Tavern in Cleveland, Oct. 9, 1997. https://youtu.be/CE5beZ5Kbhc That's a pretty good performance, and how I remember this song as its best live "self." And the crowd is doing its bit, which helps a lot. As for more write-up, I'm going to go all the way back to the beginning of the "series" and quote from the first "minor secrets" on this song, more than three years back, which was also a pretty good one: This is another one of those “beloved songs,” a simple, arch love song that somehow punches above its weight. So many of my lyrics read like dyspeptic greetings cards, but maybe especially these. “You’re the one I want to waste the rest of my whole life with…” “It’s not just the Prozac talking…” (Hallmark, if you ever want to get dark, drop me a line.) The thing is, though, who hasn’t felt that way? You’re wasting your life anyway, why not do it with someone you love and drag each other down? Many people have been confused by the BART reference. A folk tradition even arose positing a son of mine by that name, who for some reason could not be taken to the residence of the person to whom the song is addressed. This is not true. BART is not a person, but rather an extremely smelly form of public transportation. I think as originally conceived in my bedroom this song was meant to echo the Beach Boys’ “Do It Again” and I had imagined a more measured tempo and a groovier “swingier” feel, maybe some multi-part harmonies, maybe some droning e-bows and a piano doing single eighth notes on the C, maybe even a didgeridoo… Things can get pretty grandiose in my bedroom, then as now. But of course, for better or worse, I didn’t happen to have a didgeridoo, nor did I have a band that did measured tempos and groovy swingy feels and multi-part harmonies; but I did have a band that could do this. And, in fact, this has a lot going for it. The energy is great and apt. And pointing at the audience at the appropriate time (or should that be “inappropriate”?) was fun and people seemed to dig it. And, that's all I got for now. Here's hoping it's enough to avoid the wrath of the gods, poor harvests, a plague of hamsters, a vague sense of dissatisfaction, and other bad stuff like that. notes: -- studio recording: https://youtu.be/cGy4TFx5q_A -- previous aforementioned write-up of this song: http://www.doktorfrank.com/archives/2018/01/minor_secrets_o_5.html -- another previous write-up of the song, featuring the band Smashcut and a charming story: https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/929783253778059264 -- Songs for Odin playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLommF46BbnATopffORs0YkspebJHka2o_ #music #songs #video #punkrock #minds
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