Archive for October, 2008

I Love Pretending

Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

The Pretenders: Break Up the Concrete

The new Pretenders album is really good.

It’s a little more rootsy than some of their (Chrissie Hynde’s) other albums, which makes it interesting. There’s that Bo Diddley beat on the title song, a call for destruction and rejuvenation. Also, the bonus tracks are great. “Tequila” is almost a parody of the pathos of country music, but the narrator’s voice of self-aware self-pity works, as she ends up in a bar in the cold Ohio winter, perhaps drinking alongside Townes Van Zandt’s Lefty.

I think the reason the Pretenders are pretty much my default band is that they combine just the right elements of American jangle-rock with New Wave/Punk sheen. I’ve always been fascinated with web sites and programs that suggest things you’ll like based on your other preferences, from a site called Firefly based at the MIT Media Lab in the early 90s to the new itunes Genius feature. A few years ago, I discovered that half my music collection can be summed up by the links on The Pretenders’ allmusic guide web page.

This is what it feels like to be me: certain Pretenders songs have exactly the rhythm and lilt of me in a cheerful (“Don’t Get Me Wrong”; “Who’s Who”) or driven (“Mystery Achievement”) mood. Well, and also when I’m happy sometimes Peter’s theme from Peter and the Wolf plays in my head.

Nobody

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

Nobody loves me,
Nobody cares,
Nobody picks me peaches and pears.
Nobody offers me candy and Cokes,
Nobody listens and laughs at me jokes.
Nobody helps when I get in a fight,
Nobody does all my homework at night.
Nobody misses me,
Nobody cries,
Nobody thinks I’m a wonderful guy.
So if you ask me who’s my best friend, in a whiz,
I’ll stand up and tell you that Nobody is.
But yesterday night I got quite a scare,
I woke up and Nobody just wasn’t there.
I called out and reached out for Nobody’s hand,
In the darkness where Nobody usually stands.
Then I poked through the house, in each cranny and nook,
But I found somebody each place that I looked.
I searched till I’m tired, and now with the dawn,
There’s no doubt about it-
Nobody’s gone!

-Shel Silverstein

Sometimes you get lyrics stuck in your head, and sometimes poems that were enormously popular in 4th grade.