Love Scenes

Sparks do Fake New Wave better than most real New Wave. This could totally be an A-Ha song. They could have just made it a single and played it straight and repressed their satirical impulses and rode the ‘Wave to pop star glory.

Love Minus Zero/No Limit

Well, at least he explains the title. Bob Dylan’s not one to do a lot of explaining, but this explanation is great and makes a lot of sense. As for everything else, you know the drill; figure it out whichever way you want to.

My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can’t buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all

The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing

Love Me Two Times

Not too meaningful by Jim Morrison standards, but very sexy by anybody’s. There’s a reason Morrison is still one of the go-to pinups for college dorm rooms. Because sexy glamour, and the smell of danger, and leather pants, and drugs, and mysticism. You can tell me it’s not healthy to keep turning dead alcoholics into romantic heroes, but it won’t do any good.

Love Me or Leave Me

“I’d rather be lonely than happy with somebody else…”

Billie Holiday pretty much exemplifies the figure of the masochistic torch singer. She didn’t invent the trope, but she did it better than anyone. When Billie sang that she’d forgo any and all future worldly pleasures in favor of mooning for some man who don’t treat her right, you damn well believed her. Holiday suffered a lifetime of heartache and went through a series of relationships that could be called tempestuous at best. Although the attitudes prevalent in the torch song genre seem today like a sick symptom of a society that valued women – black women especially – for their capacity to withstand abuse, no one could question that Holiday’s songs were emotionally sincere. And we also have to admit that those are sentiments that at one low point or another, we’ve all found ourselves relating to strongly.

 

Love Me Madly Again

What a great jam. Weird, funky and romantic. Bryan Ferry will always be the love of my life, and this is one of my favorite records. Just because you’ve never heard of it doesn’t mean it’s not important. That’s what I like to tell people who say my taste is weird. Maybe that’s why I’m not more popular?

Anyhow, on a programming note, I am about to start a very long vacation. I don’t want to be entirely offline for the duration of it, and I’ll try to keep up when I have time, but I won’t be able to post on a daily basis like I usually do. So if you don’t see new posts all the time, I haven’t quit or forgotten, I’m just very busy having adventures that make me late for dinner.

(Love Me Like Music) I’ll Be Your Song

This gives me nostalgia pangs. Not because I’m anywhere near old enough to remember Heart in their heyday. Just because I remember loving Dreamboat Annie when I was a young teen, and being very excited about owning it on cassette tape. Ann and Nancy Wilson deservedly earned their reputation as the hardest rocking ladies of their time. Heart worked hard to be taken seriously as a female fronted rock band in the sexist seventies. So, yes, absolutely their guitar hero status is well earned. I’m glad they chose to kick down all those boundaries, but if they hadn’t they’d still be remembered, if less admired, for the other side of their talent. The beauty of their quiet moments and their melodic love songs would be enough to build a career, though if that’s all they’d focused on, they’d still be stuck in the same ‘girly music’ ghetto where Joni Mitchell is kept. I think that Heart really walked a very tricky tightrope with their sound and their image. They played balls-out rock music that earned them comparisons to Led Zeppelin, but they didn’t pretend to be ‘bad girls’ or tough cookies, or pass themselves off as ‘just one of the boys’. They maintained a feminine sensibility in their work; their songs were intimate, emotional, and always felt personal and sincere. Ann and Nancy were pretty girlish girls – they named their band Heart for gawd’s sake! But they were so great at what they did that they managed to succeed in a particularly aggressively male dominated corner of the already male dominated music industry without wiping out their femininity or compromising their point of view. Although they did eventually succumb to patriarchal industry standards in pretty embarrassing ways, such as when they attempted to hide Ann Wilson’s weight gain in the 80’s, overall they really did a lot to establish a place for themselves (and for others who came after) without being molded into some kind of sexy novelty item.

Love Me Do

Somebody learned their lessons well. The Beatles captured the perfect simplicity of the two-minute pop song. Is it a coincidence that they chose for their first single a near word-for-word homage to Buddy Holly’s first single? I somehow think not. They studied hard and learned a lot. You can’t accuse them of being copycats, despite similarities; they’d achieved the level of mastery where every inspiring idea is returned so fresh and renewed it’s as though they simply invented it out of thin air.