Certain Songs

Certain Songs: Airborne Toxic Event – “Sometime Around Midnight”

October 31, 2014 by Jim Connelly

Album: Airborne Toxic Event.

Year: 2009.

Written in the second person in order to simultaneously minimize and universalize the pain, my first question when I first heard this song – probably on Kevin & Bean’s morning show on KROQ – was “holy shit, how did this guy get access to my journals from the 1980s?”

So, you’re sitting outside of the Oly Tavern writing “poetry” in your “journal” because you really don’t want to go inside because she’s in there. And she’s totally winning the break-up.

Because it literally seems like something that happened to me just about anytime between, oh, 1986 – 1992 at the Blue or the Oly Tavern or Livingstones or somewhere like that, after which I would write out my feelings about whatever was going on in excruciating detail before falling drunkenly to sleep.

But, of course, you’re going to cos you just have to see her, you just have to see her, you just have to see her, you just have to see her. Idiot.

Of course, what my journal entries lacked, and what this song has, is a guitar sound that reminds me of what would result of David Bowie would have made “Heroes” 10 years later with the Edge on guitar instead of Robert Fripp.

No one is going to believe your official story: you’re going inside to check out the guitar player. But not because you’re interested in what he’s doing, but because you’re worried that’s why she’s inside as well: to check out the guitar player.

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Certain Songs: Al Green – “Take Me to The River”

October 30, 2014 by Jim Connelly

Album: Al Green Explores Your Mind.

Year: 1974.

In a weird bit of irony, what is probably Al Green’s best-known song (give or take a “Let’s Stay Together”) was never released as a single.Maybe because the lyrical conflation of a troubled love affair and spiritual redemption was not as straightforward as most of his great singles.

But obviously Al knew it was a major song, because it was covered almost instantly by several artists, including Foghat. Foghat! While Foghat were one of my mid-70s jams, and the album it was on – Night Shift – was in my life, probably via Craig, the hard-loving-dude who lived across the street from me, I have no memories if their version whatsoever.

Like most white teenagers of the 1970s, I became aware of the song after Talking Heads flattened it out, slowed it down and weirded it up while somehow also scoring a top 30 hit in the process, and didn’t even bother scaring up Al’s version for years.

Which is on me, as he was one of the major soul artists from my youth whose singles didn’t resonate at the time – unlike Stevie Wonder and War, who always killed me – so I really didn’t start exploring his catalog at all until the ‘90s.

At which point, his original version of “Take Me to The River” jumped out at me as the great song it had always been.

But check out this amazing live version – from “Soul Train” in 1975, that builds from the original song into a polyrhythmic workout that may also have influenced David Byrne …

“Take Me to The River” performed live on Soul Train, 1975

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Certain Songs: Aimee Mann – “I Should’ve Known”

October 29, 2014 by Jim Connelly

Album: Whatever.

Year: 1993.

When Aimee Mann put out her first solo album, Whatever, in 1993, most people only knew her – if they did at all – as the girl with rat tail in the incredibly cheesy video for ‘til Tuesday’s “Voices Carry,” one of the most one-hit of all 1980s one-hit wonders.

Even worse, in the music snob community, she was known as one of those women who would write songs about their ex-boyfriends, kind of a proto-Taylor Swift.

Speaking of which, the whole “I wouldn’t want to date her, cos she might write a song about me” put-down is incredibly sexist. I mean, was there ever a narrative telling 15-year-old girls to not have threesomes with Mick Jagger or Red Lobster waitresses not to bang LL Cool J after work because Mick and LL might write songs about those encounters? No. Double fucking standard.

ANYWAYS, the musical point is that the ’til Tuesday records always seemed very weighted down by 1980s production values, and there didn’t seem like much hope that a solo album by their lead singer would amount to very much.

It takes about 30 seconds into “I Should’ve Known” to dispel that theory, and by the time it gets to the chorus, Aimee Mann has fully reinvented herself as a writer of smart, sophisticated, rock-oriented pop songs..

The proof is how the background singers are singing the ellipses in the chorus as she’s listing the various things she should have known …

I should’ve known (dot dot dot) it was coming down to this.
I should’ve known (dot dot dot) you’d betray me but without the kiss.
I should’ve known (dot dot dot) the kind of set-up it is.

“I Should’ve Known” Performed Live on the Jools Holland Show, 1993.

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Certain Songs: Al Green – “I’m A Ram”

October 27, 2014 by Jim Connelly

Album: Al Green Gets Next To You.

Year: 1971.

While he’s best-known for singing ballads so silky smooth you could wear them as nighties, Al Green also kicked out classic Stax soul like the early fucksong “I’m A Ram.”

Over a drumbeat so down and dirty it puts the “FU” into funk, Al just wants you to know two things:

He’s a ram.
He’s gonna get next to you.

Unspoken, but implicit inside every beat, guitar lick and vocal utterance: after getting next to you, Al will then proceed to get over you, get under you and get behind you. And that’s just for starters.

I guess you could call “I’m A Ram” a double entendre, but Al clearly has multiple entendres in mind.

Fan-made Video for “I’m a Ram”

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Certain Songs: Against Me! – “Dead Friend”

October 26, 2014 by Jim Connelly

Album: Transgender Dysphoria Blues.

Year: 2014.

While the news hook of Transgender Dysphoria Blues was, of course, the coming out of Laura Jane Grace, the musical hook was, well, all the hooks she wrote for the record. Among many other things, it was one of the best punk rock albums – as politics and as music – we’ve had in quite some time.

And the musical and emotional directness of “Dead Friend” sums up everything that makes this record great.

Writing about dead friends is tricky territory: In “People Who Died,” Jim Carroll couldn’t shake his detached ironic delivery, so snarky teens (like me) found dark humor in “Tommy couldn’t fly, so Tommy died!” Meanwhile, Lou Reed turned the death of his friend Doc Pomus in to an album-long meditation on the process of dying, and Patterson Hood – the best death song writer we have bar none – often celebrates the lives his characters led, so the dying of AIDS Gregory Dean Smalley couldn’t die now, cos he’s “got another show to do.”

The closest analogy we have to this song is really Ice Cube’s utterly devastating “how strong can you be when you see your pops crying,” from “Dead Homiez,” but he even can’t resist tying his friend’s death into the larger, violence-ridden world in which he’s living.

But Laura Jane Grace is totally direct: “God damn it,” she sings over chord changes that never get old, “I miss my dead friend.”

“Dead Friend” Performed Live, 2014

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Certain Songs #3: Aerosmith – “Sick As a Dog”

October 24, 2014 by Jim Connelly

Album: Rocks.
Year: 1976

I thought for a second when I started this project whether or not I was going to limit it to one song per artist. And almost instantly, Aerosmith made me realize how stupid and limiting that woulda been.

Cos it’s my long-held belief that Aerosmith’s Rocks is the greatest American hard rock (non-punk division) album of at least the 1970s, and quite possibly ever (give or take a Use Your Illusion II or Superunknown),so there was no way I was going to ignore the track from that record that has always killed me the most.

In the early 1980s, my friend Jim McNew had a theory that this album was a musical cousin to Never Mind The Bollocks, Here’s The Sex Pistols because of the way both albums incorporated distortion into their basic sound, as well as how they would use the coda to take the song that much higher.

And “Sick As A Dog,” with its pleading verses, dirty guitars, insanely catchy chorus and amazing ending – said ending a stone reminder that handclaps always make a good song into a great song and a great song into a classic song – is the epitome of that theory.

More proof: during that coda as their guitars start to shred over said handclaps and Steven Tyler just gives up and says goodnight, either Whitford or Perry tosses in a recontextualized Chuck Berry lick in the same way Steve Jones would kick off Pistols songs with one.

It’s such a great song that even the otherwise abysmal Live Bootleg has a pretty good version.

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Certain Songs: Adam Schmitt – “Flow”

October 23, 2014 by Jim Connelly

Album: Illiterature

Year: 1993

I honestly don’t even know very much about Adam Schmitt, or how this song even came into my life. I think maybe he was recommended by one of my social media Replacements friends on Prodigy, and was probably a used CD I found during one of my weekly trips to Ragin’.

And as a matter of fact, I’m not even sure this song – full of overscrubbed guitars and glistening synth solos – is something that I’m “supposed” to like. I remember resisting it in 1993 even as it stuck in my head, because it reminded more of a Boston song than a Replacements song. And no way was an indie-rock snob like me going to like a fucking new Boston song in 1993!!

But 20 years later means I’m 20 years less cool, so, yeah, I’ll admit I’ve always loved this song, even if I’m still not sure why.

Maybe it’s the 6/8 time, something for which I’m always a sucker. Maybe it’s the circular melody, slowly unfurling over and over again in a million different ways. Maybe it’s the words about finally realizing you’re growing up and there’s nothing you can do – “bored of growing older” – which resonated so deeply to a 30-year-old with no real plan for the rest of his life.

And now, because, this is the first song on my first playlist on the 160GB iPod in my car, it’s always the first thing that comes up when that iPod reboots. Which is fine by me.

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Certain Songs #1: Aerosmith – “Sweet Emotion”

October 21, 2014 by Jim Connelly

Album: Toys in the Attic

Year: 1975

I know that even back in the day, “Walk This Way” was the single that got all of the acclaim, but this is the song that caused 12-year-old me to make Toys in the Attic one of the first albums I ever purchased.

With the bass-driven intro, weird phased-out harmonies and guitar riffs circling back upon themselves on top a sneakily funky beat, it didn’t even matter that the words were basically rock star bullshit.

As a matter of fact, to a 12-year-old boy in 1975, it was a boon that the words were basically rock star bullshit. Steven Tyler has long since become a parody of himself, but it’s clear that he pretty much chose that route from the very first.

But who cares? For at least two albums, Aerosmith was so completely overflowing with musical ideas that the coda to this song – a Top 40 single, remember – is a completely different beast, full of Joey Kramer trying to rip a hole in the fabric of the universe while Joe Perry & Brad Whitford’s guitars barely contain him.

Oh and one more thing: when I first got the album, the difference between the “scary-ass beckoning toys” drawing on the front cover and the plain “chest of inanimate objects” photo on the back always freaked me the fuck out.

“Sweet Emotion”

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Certain Songs: Psychedelic Furs – Into You Like A Train

July 2, 2008 by Jim Connelly

“Certain songs,” Craig Finn sang on The Hold Steady Almost Killed Me, “they get scratched into our souls.” That’s the basis of “Certain Songs:” a look at the songs that have done just that. These aren’t necessarily our favorite songs or the songs that we think are the best, but rather songs that — every single time we hear them — instantly transport us back to a place and time in which that song is forever intertwined. This is one of the reasons we so hate the RIAA’s attempted stranglehold on the dissemination of music: you never know where that next certain song is going to come from.

Sometimes the things that totally change your life happen so randomly as to be almost impossible.

Probably usually, actually, which is why you can never think too much about them. In any event, the first great thing to happen to me as an “adult,” was getting involved with KFSR, the Fresno State radio station.

And it happened because Tim made friends with a guy while we were both a Fresno City College.

At the time, Tim and I had only been out of high school for a few months, and we were going to City — or at least I was — because there was really no plan for adulthood besides drinking as much beer and buying as many records and seeing as many concerts as was humanly possible before actual responsibilities started creeping in.

Certain Songs: Creedence Clearwater Revival – Ramble Tamble

May 23, 2008 by Jim Connelly

“Certain songs,”Craig Finn sang on The Hold Steady Almost Killed Me, “they get scratched into our souls.” That’s the basis of our latest feature: a look at the songs that have done just that. These aren’t necessarily our favorite songs or the songs that we think are the best, but rather songs that — every single time we hear them — instantly transport us back to a place and time in which that song is forever intertwined. This is one of the reasons we so hate the RIAA’s attempted stranglehold on the dissemination of music: you never know where that next certain song is going to come from.

It’s around 5:00am on a balmy August morning in 1981, and I’ve not yet been to sleep. I’m in the passenger seat of Larry’s car — a light blue Dodge Colt with a long white CB antenna mounted on the back bumper — and we’re driving back to Fresno from L.A. after a marathon concert by Bruce Springsteen. Tim is asleep in the back, and as we approach Fresno, the sun starts peeking over the Sierra Nevadas.

And the song that’s blaring from the cassette deck: “Ramble Tamble.” I think about this every time I hear that song.

Here’s the other thing: I’m almost positive that this memory is false.