Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Song Stuck In My Head This Week - 24th May '11 - Bob Dylan - Hurricane

This week's blog was always planned to be posted today regardless of recent delays in my blogging. The simple reason for the choice of today's date is this, it's Bob Dylan's 70th birthday and to celebrate I want to blog about a song that is often in my head and is my favourite Dylan song, 'Hurricane'.

'Hurricane' was written in response to the case of the boxer Rubin 'Hurricane' Carter who was jailed along with John Artis in 1966 for allegedly committing a triple murder. The case was riddle with faulty evidence, questionable eyewitness testimony and appeared to be highly racially motivated.

Over the following years Carter continued to maintain his innocence and, after meeting Carter, Dylan with co-writer Jacques Levy wrote the song 'Hurricane' and released it both as a single as well as putting the track on the 1975 album 'Desire' in order to raise the profile of the injustice of the case.

Dylan then organised concerts in both Madison Square Garden in New York and the Houston Auditorium in Houston, Texas, in order to raise money to help Rubin Carter appeal his conviction (though the latter didn't raise any money after expenses had been paid, the Madison Square Garden show did raise $100,000).

At the re-trial in 1976, Rubin Carter's sentence was reduced but it took until 1985 for the conviction to finally be overturned when Federal Judge H. Lee Sarokin ruled that Carter had not received a fair trial and that his conviction was, in effect, based on racism.

For me, what makes this song so great is that you are drawn into the story being told in the lyrics. They are so descriptive that you can almost picture the story playing out in your mind like a movie. This is an intentional style of writing on the part of Dylan and co-writer Levy, but it truly works to full effect as it captures the imagination so strongly. It also leaves me, at least, with a strong sense of passion for justice to be done which is a feeling not all of Dylan's 'protest songs' leave me with - though this could just be a generational thing.

If you've never heard this song then I highly recommend you give it a listen and I'll catch you all next week!!

Happy Birthday Mr Zimmerman!!

Bob Dylan - Hurricane

Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out "My God they killed them all"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lying there does Patty see
And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously
"I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbing the register I hope you understand
I saw them leaving" he says and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not shown up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the corps
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around
He said "I saw two men running out they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said "Wait a minute boys this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye
Says "Wha'd you bring him in here for ? He ain't the guy !"
Yes here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America fighting for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar ?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law ?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night ?"
"Don't forget that you are white".

Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
Cops said "A boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail be a nice fellow
You'll be doing society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim".

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work he'd say and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The DA said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder 'one' guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand ?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Song Stuck In My Head This Week - 20th May '11 - Elvis Presley - Guitar Man

Exceptionally late, even by my standards, but I spent most of the week trying to find out where last week's blog went!!

There isn't much that people don't know about the man who was born into a regular family on 8th January 1935 and ended up being one of the biggest stars of all time. One thing you certainly don't know is that 'Guitar Man' is my favourite of all the songs he ever recorded.

Originally written and recorded by Jerry Reed in 1967, it was a minor hit for him as well as Elvis when he recorded his version of it shortly afterward. It was only a bigger hit for Elvis when it was re-mixed and re-released in 1981.

'Guitar Man' was also the opening song of Elvis's much renowned '68 Comeback Special, a wise choice in my opinion as the song is so irresistibly catchy that you can't help but be drawn in by it.

It's that catchy quality that makes it my favourite of all his songs. It's up-tempo, fun and I feel it shows Elvis at his natural best.

Hope you all enjoy it and I’ll catch you all in a day or two when I get back on track with these blogs!!!

Elvis Presley - Guitar Man

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown I'd left Kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,
Got a room at the YMCA,
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights,
Just lookin' for a place to play,
Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.

Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis,
I run outta money and luck,
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
On a overloaded poultry truck,
I thumbed on down to Panama City,
Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars,
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,
Makin' music on my guitar,
I got the same old story at them all night piers,
There ain't no room around here for a guitar man

So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles off track,
Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama,
At a club they call Big Jack's,
A little four-piece band was jammin',
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
I showed 'em what a band would sound like,
With a swingin' little guitar man.
Show 'em, son

If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,
Find yourself down around Mobile,
Make it on out to a club called Jack's,
If you got a little time to kill,
Just follow that crowd of people,
You'll wind up out on his dance floor,
Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band,
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Song Stuck In My Head This Week - 11th May '11 - Kristeen Young - Fantastic Failure

There was a brilliant blog here about Kristeen Young. It was posted up properly and everything. It seems, however, to have disappeared/been eaten by the net/something more untoward and I can't for the life of me begin to recreate it or do it justice.

Therefore all I ask is that you check out the amazing video for the amazing song 'Fantastic Failure' and buy the 'V The Volcanic' EP on iTunes.

I thank you.

Kristeen Young - Fantastic Failure

I think that when you die, you might die
Without ever having been alive.
The things you choose to do, you do choose
'Cause you know that you'll get safely through.
Come and join with me. I am Egypt and you are Rome.
Now, let's go procreate. I'll create
And you'll get the credit: you're the pro.

Fantastic failure.
Fantastic failure.
Fantastic failure's more fantastic than mere success can ever be.

We'll be gods, not kings, 'cause our dreams
Will be supernatural offspring.
We'll strike the hands of time. Unconfined,
Our decisions do not hear it's chime.
Tho it may be dark, don't alarm. It's where freedom's from.
My breasts heave with sound. Hips are round.
Such women, they say, are the sun.

Fantastic failure.
Fantastic failure.
Fantastic failure's more fantastic than mere success can ever be.

Yes you'll break your heart. But, in the, end all heart's break.
So, live your life.

And if they stake and claim all we've made:
What we won't let go they cannot take.
If they outnumber us, their fight must
Be weak to need so much back up.
If they climb our tower, still the power will lie herein.
You have got the sword, and I've the asp,
And death will be proud to take us in.

Fantastic failure.
Fantastic failure.
Fantastic failure's more fantastic than mere success can ever be.

Fantastic fail.
Fantastic fail.
Fantastic fail.