Helen Espinosa’s Song Lyric Sunday theme this week is either protest songs or songs about “surviving this crazy thing called life.”
Before the British Invasion of bubble gummer rock, Folk music in America was hitting a more mature stride than The Four Preps and The Lettermen hit with their College Pop music style. Harking back to the social commentary of Woody Guthrie’s time, Bob Dylan and others — many others — tapped into America’s growing unrest toward the Vietnam War, racism, and the Civil Rights movement. He and the many others helped wake us up and motivate us to break out of that Dark Age.
Today, this song seems just as relevant as it was in 1964, like most of Dylan’s music seems to be. Maybe this can be the anthem for fighting our way out of the Dark Age we live in now.
Dale and K’lee’s Cosmic Photo Challenge is a chance to make good art. (Thank you, Neil Gaiman!) This week, K’lee chose Shadows and Silhouettes for the theme. If you click on the theme, you can learn how to play along. Join us! Leave your fields to flower, your cheese to sour — you’ve got magic to do and good art to make!
Yeah, this one takes me right back to a past I’m not going to tell you about. You’ve probably had a time like that yourself — full of confusion and searching, passions and choices you might live to regret — but what a ride!
The YouTube of Jackie Wilson performing it live, sometime between 1967 and 1975, is linked to the song title. As a bonus, I’ve linked the 1989 Howard Huntsberry’s version to the video you’re probably more familiar with, after the lyrics. Enjoy them both!
I wonder if questioning is a cycle of humanity’s evolution. Surges of exploration, scientific discovery, extraordinary creativity in any of the arts all seem to coincide. Golden Ages like the Renaissance or the Age of Aquarius. Revolutions. Times when dissatisfaction saturates enough people’s lives that we reach a tipping point where the collective will is finally strong enough to question the rules, Authority, what we think we know, what we believe. And we search for new perspectives, trying this philosophy or that, new music, new art, new medicines, no medicines, new governments, anarchy, new views of the stars . . .
Till we reach a new plateau where we sit, complacent. Tired of questioning or simply believing there is no need to question. Willing to accept the lie in believe. A new Dark Age. We are comfortable.
Until we aren’t.
I suspect the world is showing us just how uncomfortable we have become, and dissatisfaction has reached the 98th monkey.
Helen Espinosa’s theme for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is Guilty Pleasure. Yummy!
I fell in love with Neil Diamond when I was in high school. My friends — Dead Heads and Moody Blues fans — had the same regard for Neil that many today have for John Tesh or Michael Buble or Barry Manilow, meaning not a lot. But I. Didn’t. Care. Neil sang to me in a spiraling surge of emotional energy that I might now describe as a virgin’s chaste orgasm. (How can I admit this in public even now? I’m sure I’m blushing.)