There are some days when it is just really, really quiet…
It ‘s odd and a little disconcerting. I do not say silent because there are plenty of things to hear… the ding of an electronic device plugged in somewhere, the creaking of the house, things like that… but at least right now I hear no cars or people milling about outside… my dog is fast asleep… and it is quiet.
Within this quiet I am contemplating the album of the day… from this quiet it will come. What am I in the mood for? What do I want this day to become? How do I want it to start? Choosing an album is like choosing a meal… It sets a tone and a feeling and announces your intentions… Hmmm…
There’s a car… I just heard one…
I had a realization yesterday… about the many lives a movie has and how many times it is actually written… I have always loved this notion. The writer writes the script (many times) but eventually it is locked into a shooting script. The director writes their version by shooting it… the editor writes their version by cutting it… a composer writes a version with music… and then the movie is put out into the world where all of us write it in a sense… or write about it… or talk about it. It becomes something different, even slightly, for each and every one of us. A film is a very evolving thing, a living thing.
One can say the same thing about an album. I use Wrecking Ball to prove my point. Bruce has his thoughts and ideas and reactions to what is going on around him, so he writes a ton of songs… He records them with a producer and musicians who honor his vision, but also bring colors and nuances to the music. The songs, perhaps now vastly different from the original notes and words on a page, are pared down into an album and the album then goes out into the world… to be interpreted by fans and critics and the casual listener. And we all hear it in a different way. Yet we are all sharing the same exact… thing. Albums change over time… a song may grab us one way and then years later mean something different to us… Music is a living thing.
Like I love to say… “music is life and life is music.”
Off to see Stew & The Negro Problem at UCLA tonight… Very excited. Will discuss their latest CD this weekend, along with a review of the show… And since the car will be filled with their tunes later… I am picking…
Peter Tosh – Equal Rights
Huh. This kind of stems from listening to Bruce and songs calling for social action and change… and the fact that I have wanted to do a Peter Tosh album for a while. I love the days where I am an open book and truly open to whatever grabs me.
If Marley was more a literal melody maker, Tosh was tough… and far more militant. That does not mean he did not have a deep and strong spirituality… he did… but his life was never easy and his death was sadly violent. He was a tortured soul, both literally and metaphorically… His tale was truly tragic.
And don’t get me wrong, Marley would stand up and fight with the best of them, too.
Marley’s loss certainly hit harder or at least more universally, and came partly from his ignoring his own ailments… It seems that Marley was seen as a gentler soul and someone willing to sacrifice himself. As such it seems that Tosh got lost in the shuffle a bit. He certainly felt that Chris Blackwell ignored him and his contributions, which is why he and Bunny Wailer left The Wailers.
Tosh was amazing. He wrote “many of the Wailers’ hit songs such as “Get Up, Stand Up”, “400 Years”, and “No Sympathy”.
This record and all of his solo outings firmly place him among Reggae’s greatest and are must-listens on many levels…
“Downpressor Man”, the title track and all of the above are essential listening.
The world could use more Toshs, Marleys and Springsteens… yes, we could. Yah mon.