Not so long ago I finished reading Tom Chatfield’s book Netymology. A great informative book and I’ve been wanting to write something down about it.
Perhaps it is unremarkable but whenever I wake up of a morning feeling like Philip Larkin, I turn to his poetry which oddly dispels any such feelings I might have.
Maybe this is what it means then “to begin in the fuggy disappointed world of “Larkinland” and to end somewhere far removed”.
Dirty Projectors – Cool Your Heart
Anybody can sing about being happy in love. A great love song is not actually singing about being happy, they’re not the ones that sell. The biggest sellers are torch songs […] Even for people that are in happy relationships, there is something about these kinds of songs that produces longing. It’s melancholic. It produces something unique in the human psyche that touches us. We all long for something, we don’t know what it is, and this kind of music produces that. It’s not because it’s sad music either. People are happy in this particular feeling for some reason – Robin Gibb, The Bee Gees
All love songs must contain denude. For the love song is never truly happy – Nick Cave, Love Song Lecture
“Wanna be where you are / you’re the right one” – Dirty Projectors, ‘Cool Your Heart’
I’ve just finished reading volumes III and IV of Tristram Shandy. Towards the end of volume IV there’s a part about Grandmothers:
Forward 256 years, to Series 9 Episode 6 of Jerry Seinfeld’s Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, Bob Einstein tells a similar joke (around 12m05s).
Isn’t that great. For a joke to be able to survive that long there’s something to be said, I think, about the joke, about comedy, about us, etc. etc.
Low – I Started A Joke
I’ve been dipping in and out of Daniel Rachel’s Isle Of Noises: Conversations With Great British Songwriters recently. There’s an interview with Robin Gibb of The Bee Gees, which has made me want to investigate the music of the The Bee Gees, then like it even, or at the very least appreciate more what they achieved. But I won’t. I’ve tried: after reading Bob Stanley’s chapter dedicated to them in his book Yeah Yeah Yeah. I was unable to then, and I don’t think this time will be any different.
Sam Cooke – Bring It On Home
Tell them, Sam, tell them.
Jens Lekman – Evening Prayer
Last Sunday after publishing Going For A Song I realised the last three had been mainly about the dead. So for this week I’ve chosen a song that has survival, friendship and living at its centre.