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About The Music in My Ears (by Jamie Kyei)

Just one man who's making his way through life one day at a time writing about the songs he has on his phone. And other things at some points.

#892: Weezer – My Name Is Jonas

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One of the greatest album openers to ever exist? It might just be. I’ve had a physical copy of Weezer’s Blue Album for so long now, almost all of its lyrics and guitar parts and vocal embellishments… guitar feedback, you name it, are all embedded in that thick head of mine. And that album begins with this song, one that I want to say I can remember properly hearing for the first time in 2006 on proper quadrophonic computer speakers that my uncle installed because he was a nerd about that sort of stuff, pausing and rewinding at certain parts because I was so wowed that guitars were playing different things in each speaker.

The acoustic riff, written by the band’s original guitarist who left before the album was finished, that starts everything off is all jolly and unassuming. Then Rivers Cuomo comes in with the track’s first line alongside the band proper, and from then on it’s a whole different ball game. With its 6/8 timing, the track has this huge swaying momentum – heave-hoing back and forth with that wall of crunchy guitars. And the fact that this track doesn’t have a real chorus means that there isn’t a break or change of some sort. Sure there are those parts where the guitars fade and let the acoustic riff come in, but then they launch back into the frame again. Every section seamlessly rolls into the next, culminating with that final “Yeah, yeah, yeaaaargh”. Musically, it really throws you all over the place. Pulling and pushing, lifting you up and then gently placing you down.

Sometimes I kind of forget that there are words to this track that you have to follow. The lyrics aren’t necessarily about one thing. They touch upon nostalgia, childhood… memories in general. One main point in there is when Cuomo recollects a phone call he received from his little brother who had (then) recently been in an accident at work. But there’s such an towering confidence in the delivery of these words that it’s easy to let them just wash over you. Melody’s fantastic. I remember reading somewhere that after Kurt Cobain killed himself, kids found their next musical saviours in Weezer when the Blue Album arrived. And dammit if “My Name Is Jonas” didn’t get their hopes up when they popped the album into their computers, then I don’t know what more they could have wanted.

#891: They Might Be Giants – My Man

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Mink Car, the album by They Might Be Giants, gets a bit of an unfair wrap among the band’s following. It’s seen by some to be the not so best one by a fair few. It hurts to say ‘worst’ just ’cause I don’t think the band have a bad album. There were a lot of songs the band had recorded during its making that probably should have ended up on the final tracklist, and quite a few songs that appeared on the final tracklist that probably shouldn’t have been there at all. Looking at you in particular, ‘Mr. Xcitement’. But there are some external factors about the album that kind of overshadowed its release. The major one being that it was released on September 11, 2001. No one was really thinking about the music that came out that day. And Pitchfork gave it a 2.8/10 on their website, which is just silly.

But for me, there’s a reasonable amount of tracks I enjoy on there that make it a worthy listen. ‘My Man’ is most probably my favourite one on there. Though its story is a bit depressing, told from the point of a man speaking to his body after he’s been paralyzed, the bubbly keyboards, engaging melody, and general sort of cheeriness to its delivery give it that usual TMBG mark. The track seems to never have been performed live. That may say something about how the band feels about it, I don’t know, but because the track’s located on what’s considered to be their least greatest moment I’m very sure that it doesn’t get the appreciation it’s supposed to.

The lyrics are pretty self explanatory. The first verses describe a man who’s trying to move his leg but finds that he can’t, coming to the conclusion that he’s “fallen out with his head”. Then these strident sections come in where the band falls in with these chugging violins, with another narrative voice comparing our bodies to ocean coasts with submarine cables that need to connect to other shores in order to work properly. There’s more from the man trying to come to terms with what’s happening to him, and then the doctor comes in with the wham line “There is no way to repair the break”. He won’t walk again. To be honest, it’s a sad damn song.

#890: Big Star – My Life Is Right

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This is the second post with Big Star that I’ve written in the entire history of this blog. Had I started the whole thing earlier, I would have a few more songs of theirs up. And if I did, you would have noticed that I prefer the band’s songs by Chris Bell compared to those of Alex Chilton. ‘Feel’ and ‘Don’t Lie to Me’ would have received my high praise in a few paragraphs made up of waffling sentences. And while ‘In the Street’ was a Chilton song, it’s Bell’s lead vocal on it that gives the track its grit. These three tracks are all from #1 Record, the only album of Big Star’s that Chris Bell featured on before leaving the group, and so is today’s.

‘My Life Is Right’ is another Bell-penned track, and an older song that he had performed with an previous band before joining Big Star. He was really into his Christianity. His love of the Lord was a message in quite a few of his compositions, and it’s clear in this one too. He sings about having no one to share his troubles with, until one day he was shown the way and now feels that he has purpose in life. He was lost and now he’s found. Though listening for the first time, you wouldn’t be wrong to assume that it was about a new love or a woman, something along those lines. But nope. It’s God. Or at the very least, Jesus.

And although it’s got a religious overtone to it, it’s nothing that’s preachy or overbearing. It’s a wonderful upbeat power pop tune with brilliant production and an uplifting tone. Things start off with this wandering piano with a double-tracked Bell singing the first few lines concerning loneliness and frustration, but then the bass guitar and acoustic guitars join in to mirror the change in mood with the lyrics where he then sings on how he’s been shown the way before the whole band kicks in for the huge chorus. For a track made in the early 70s, there’s a grandness and pristine sheen to every strike of the guitar and crash of the cymbals that make this track sound massive. It’s common throughout the whole album. Might just be one of my favourites of that decade.

#889: Mac DeMarco – My Kind of Woman

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Upon hearing Salad Days and loving it pretty much instantly when it was first released in March/April 2014, my next objective was to find more music of Mac DeMarco. Luckily 2 had been existing as his first proper album for two years by that point, so I got straight to listening. To this day I’ve held the opinion that 2 isn’t as great as Salad Days. I don’t think it’s as consistent. But it’s highlights are some of DeMarco’s best songs. ‘Cooking Up Something Good’ and ‘Dreamin” are tracks I hold dear to my soul. And then there’s ‘My Kind of Woman’ which admittedly I wasn’t really into those first few times, but with more listens I had to welcome it with open arms.

Like all of his other songs, DeMarco sings with that easygoing tone that so many listeners love ‘im for. So welcoming in its delivery with a relaxing melody, and when that first “Oh, baby” comes in, I mean, you just gotta carry on listening to see how it all unfolds. What happens is a song detailing a person who’s too overcome by how much they like a woman and how she actually reciprocates those feelings and sticks around. It’s a song about this unbelievable wonder when a relationship seems too good to be true. And it’s all provided in two verses and two choruses, something that’s another threaded throughout a lot of Mac’s songs. He hardly ever writes a bridge, but when he writes music like this he doesn’t really have to.

What other things could I talk about… I guess, apart from those guitars with that jangling tone that was a signature of 2/Salad Days era Mac, that organ/keyboard on the left that mimics the lead guitar on the right is quite cool. There’s something that sounds a bit off about it. Like it’s sort of detuning but still managing to stay in key. Kinda gives the track a sort of unsettling feel. Don’t ask me what’s going on in that video though; your guess is as good as mine.

#888: Red Hot Chili Peppers – My Friends

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Though Red Hot Chili Peppers are sometimes known as that group with the guy who kinda raps nonsense and sings about California all the time, you can’t deny that Anthony Kiedis comes up with some good melodies to his lyrics. He may have some assistance from his bandmates. I could see John Frusciante being heavily involved in that front. But even when Frusciante wasn’t there for that period in the ’90s where he left the band and became a full-on junkie, the band still delivered – albeit with a new guitarist in Dave Navarro of Jane’s Addiction, and a new heavy rock/less funk change in sound that arrived as a result.

‘My Friends’ is a track from One Hot Minute, the only album of the group’s to feature Navarro as a guitarist, released in 1995. It was also released as a single from there, hence its music video above. That is the original video, but upon seeing it Anthony Kiedis decided he didn’t like it, so another one was made. I’ll embed that below. The original though is how I came across the song in the first place. Was probably 10 or something and it showed on MTV2. I mean, there was that time that Stadium Arcadium was coming soon, so it only made sense that everyone prepared by showing Red Hot Chili Pepper videos throughout the day. Even though the video may have been a bit strange to me, the song sounded good. Kiedis sings about being there for his friends, present and past, whenever they’re at their lowest, loving them, and letting them know that he’s been in their place.

I listened through One Hot Minute once a while ago. From looking around I’ve gathered that it’s a bit of an outsider in the discography of RHCP in terms of appreciation. Mainly ’cause of the lack of Frusciante and the whole change in sound and everything. I probably couldn’t judge with that much merit, but I remember feeling like it went on for ages. Though the singles from there are up there with some of the band’s best songs, I feel. ‘My Friends’ is definitely a dark horse. Just how I feel, you know.