“At Walmart!” – The Most Unwanted Song

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The most brilliant artists of all time. Mulatta Records describes them thus:

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http://www.mulatta.org/komarmelamidpage.html

They teamed up with David Soldier who, among other things, developed the first all animal orchestra, (the Thai Elephant Orchestra). Together they surveyed populations of several different countries about musical taste. Based on the research, they created musical pieces that were most likely to be successfully received within a given population.

More important, as a control, they also created a piece of music that is likely to be universally reviled. Namely, this:

 

Enjoy.

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Trump/Sanders 2020

Illuminating evening at Margarita’s in Salem, New Hampshire.

I had a conversation with two gentlemen from, respectively, somewhere around Waco, and mid-western Kentucky. I imposed myself into their conversation at a point where they were inveighing against the Left…specifically at the point where one of them announced that the more the Democrats hated Trump, the more he liked him.

I popped in: “What did you think of Bernie Sanders?”

“Trump/Sanders 2020”  was their response.

I find that interesting.

First the fact that  Bernie Sanders garnered respect among the MAGA populists. The most left-wing candidate in several generations is not seen as “Left”. Bernie went after Hillary when it was her turn, and Hilary was the consummate Establishment candidate. The DNC fucked Bernie over. This is not lost on the Red-Staters. Whatever sins Sanders may have committed as an out-spoken Socialist, this is paramount. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Second, as I mentioned to my interlocutors, the GOP is totally divided about Trump…and they are fine with that. There is an element, which should not be dismissed, wherein this past election was a major middle finger. It functions, politically, like the Ark of the Covenant in “Raiders of…” It is powerful, and, I’d argue, absolutely necessary.

If we’re not lifting that middle finger as well, then we’re not paying attention. If we want a country, much less a planet, that is governed by its inhabitants, than it’s a question of revolutionary transformation. The middle finger is key.

This is where it begins.

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Jeff Beck and the Unrequited Desire for Cool

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This is a fun one. Surely everyone will be able to find something to like about this song. A couple of introductory notes.

First, this is Jeff Beck along with a highly recognizable vocalist. Beck broke into public view as a member of the Yardbirds. I don’t know if too many people recigize the Yardbirds as the seminal band that they were. Clapton was a member for awhile. So was Jimmy Page.

In fact the Yardbirds ended with a lineup that included not only Page, but Robert Plant and John Bonham as well. They renamed the band to something else. Slipped my mind what it was. Probably forgettable.

Unlike Clapton and Page, Beck went his own direction. I saw him back in the 1400’s and he had transmorgified into a jazz guitarist. I see that he’s back to doing power chords these days.

Even more important than all this was his relationship, and for that matter this particular song’s relationship, to RM.

On my first day in 7th Grade, I was seated next to RM. I’d never seen a girl like her before. She was 12 going on 35. Makeup, studiously applied; kind of dark; leather jacket,  mini skirt, thigh high boots, and very cool. I felt like Jim Nabors, sitting next to her. She ignored me. Actually she ignored me all the way through high school,. But it was so cool the way that she ignored me. She was hip. .A real cool cat. The first I’ve one of whom I’d been within arms reach.

She stayed cool into early adulthood when she was dating the very cool English Teacher, with an interesting reputation, who I also knew. I used to bump into them from time to time, and we’d talk – a bit awkward – but at least I wasn’t being ignored. They broke up and I lost touch with her…until a few months ago. I saw her profile on FB and sent a friend request. She accepted. My self esteem rocketed.

Ah-ha! I told my 12 year old self. Not such a loser after all. Of course it’s my 59 year old self saying that, and at this point her 59 self is probably not quite the same. Coolness is hard to maintain in the lily-white glades of suburbia. Still, I’ll take what I can get.

In any case, we used to bring our records to school. It was a way of establishing points. For example, my sister once brought in “Sound of Music”. It took about a year to crawl back out of her untouchable status.

One day, RM brought in this record. My introduction to Jefff Beck starts there. It is therefore an artifact of my determination to be cool enough for RM. This song in particular, which, not his best, (The Dead, for one, do it better), kind of got into my head at the time.

Jeff Beck – Morning Dew