VALNTN & Naliya (Sunday Song Series)

For Week #40 of this ongoing series, we’ll be giving a listen to a track with a great beat that’s easy to dance to… Sunday Love… recorded by the LA dynamic duo, VALNTN & Naliya.

I’ll be posting another Sunday Song seven days from now. Hope you’ll click back then…

 

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

Sonic Youth: Immensity & Sparsity (Sunday Song Series)

Welcome to our ongoing Sunday Song Series. Today’s featured recording artists… known collectively as Sonic Youth… keep our, so far, 39-weeks-long exploration of Sunday themed selections intact and on track. There’s much more in play, too… namely… the immensity of SY’s musicianship and songwriting talents juxtaposed with the succinctness of song title… Sunday… what else?… and sparsity of lyrical word count. All of which amply proves that one needn’t be verbose to liberate volumes of relevant sentiments on this (or any other) subject… within this (or any other) venue.

In other words…

A practical application of K.I.S.S. Theory
Those Keep It Short / Sweet sentiments
A priceless life lesson to be learned
Words to take to heart / live by.
I shall take my cue from this
Please enjoy the music
See ya next Sunday
End of blog!

 

 

 

 

A Sunday Song Dedicated to Hungover Humanity…

 

While our Sunday Song Series’ week #38 featured track will offer up a heapin’ helpin’ of crossover appeal… regardless of one’s blood alcohol level… the folks who’ll appreciate the lyrical sentiments the most will be the party-goers and pub-crawlers who’ve been out on a bender from late Saturday night into the wee hours of Sunday and, consequently, are now fully expecting it’ll take an entire month of Sundays to fully recover.

How fortuitous that we can draw upon singer / songwriter / guitarist Vern Gosdin’s long ago, repertoire for the aptly titled toe-tapper… A Month of Sundays… all dedicated to hungover humanity in need of musical and lyrical commiseration.

Our still going strong Sunday Song Series will return seven days from now… hopefully, you will too?

 

 

 

A Month of Sundays ~ Sunday Song Series

Welcome to Week #37 of our Sunday Song Series. Prepare for a bit of intrigue not entirely of my own making.

This time, we’ll ALMOST be giving a listen to Don Henley’s composition… A Month of Sundays. While it’s a.k.a. CD bonus track #8 from his 1984 album, Building the Perfect Beast… apparently… in the vinyl LP format, there’d been insufficient room for inclusion of this lyrically noteworthy song.

It would appear that YouTube’s astronomically vast platform has insufficient room for inclusion of this song, too. They’ve successfully set up a barricade to our musical adventure with their terse advisory… “video blocked in country”.

Hence, that blog topper roadblock vid… for the moment… will be in lieu of our usual, featured, Sunday Song, recording artist.

One has to wonder how any of this can possibly be playing out… or more to the point… not playing out… especially when several other tracks from that exact same Beast album are readily available.

Further adding to feelings of incredulity is how that ACCESS DENIED status applies, too, to Henley’s live performance of A Month of Sundays at a decades ago, FarmAid benefit concert!

Perhaps, this inaccessibility issue does not exist in your neck of the worldly woods? If you feel so inclined, you could attempt your own YouTube search by utilizing the following copy and paste parameters…

don henley a month of sundays

As you may have guessed from my lengthy narrative, I don’t readily accept the prospect of 180 degree, musical detours OR winding up in the ditch… ergo… rather than simply moving on to some other recording artist’s Sunday Song. I’ve opted to do some fancy footwork.

That’s because… now more than ever… Mr. Henley’s lyrical message needs to be heard… or in lieu of that… at the very least… read.

His keen sensibilities… maybe even prescience… have allowed him to spot-on address the farmers’ plight… how they continue to be [1] screwed over by avaricious, usurious bankers, [2] unforgivably under-served by self-serving politicians and… as of late… [3] flat-out betrayed by and plunged into bankruptcy by a fraudulent, fake prez who’s been waging his ill-timed, ill-conceived, international trade war.

And all of that duly noted… let the fancy footwork now begin. Check out my patched together presentation of Don Henley’s A Month of Sundays… courtesy of [1] YouTuber Sean Cheek’s piano tutorial… no less… and [2] via a printout of Henley’s must read song lyrics.

Don Henley ~ A Month Of Sundays

A Sean Cheek Piano Tutorial

Songwriter: Don Henley
A Month of Sundays lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

 

I used to work for Harvester
I used to use my hands
I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested
This great land
Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn
And I see the clouds ‘cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn

I quit the plant in ’57
Had some time for farmin’ then
Banks back then was lendin’ money
The banker was the farmer’s friend
And I’ve seen dog days and dusty days;
Late spring snow and early fall sleet;
I’ve held the leather reins in my hands and felt the soft ground under my feet
Between the hot dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War it’s been hard
To make ends meet
But I always kept the clothes on our backs;
I always put the shoes on our feet

My grandson, he comes home from college
He says, “We get the government we deserve.”
My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, “That little punk, he never
Had to serve.”
And I sit here in the shadow of the suburbs and look out across these
Empty fields
I sit here in earshot of the bypass and all night I listen to the rushin’
Of the wheels

The big boys, they all got computers; got incorporated, too
Me, I just know how to raise things
That was all I ever knew
Now, it all comes down to numbers
Now I’m glad that I have quit
Folks these days just don’t do nothin’ simply for the love of it

I went into town on the Fourth of July
Watched ’em parade past the Union Jack
Watched ’em break out the brass and beat on the drum
One step forward and two steps back
And I saw a sign on Easy Street, said, “Be Prepared to Stop.”
Pray for the independent, little man
I don’t see next year’s crop
And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight
And I hear the crickets hum
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance but the showers never come
I sit here and listen to the wind blow
I sit here and rub my hands
I sit here and listen to the clock strike, and I wonder when I’ll see my
Companion again

 

The fancy footwork is still afoot, folks… I really do feel bummed about not being able to actually provide Henley’s A Month of Sundays… ergo… I’m including the following clip where… although… strictly speaking… this is not a Sunday titled song… [1] there is similar, significant social commentary and [2] concerns for the well-being of the farmers of my homeland… indeed… our entire world… do get astutely addressed and echoed by another legendary singer/songwriter…

Tom Paxton ~ Early Snow

 

I now cordially invite you to click back here for our next Sunday Song… seven days from now…

 

 

 

 

 

Get Wind Of This… (Sunday Song Series)

Thanks for breezing into my neck of the WWW woods. Your timely arrival coincides with Week #36 of our Sunday Song Series. On this occasion, our musical adventure involves the selection, Sunday Morning Breeze, performed by Mannheim Steamroller… Chip Davis’ ensemble renown (almost) exclusively for performing covers of centuries spanning, Yuletide carols. That “almost” parenthetical is due to the fact that these accomplished musicians have amply proven their vast repertoire is not a December only phenom. Or… to quote Mr. Davis, “see… Mannheim isn’t just for Christmas.”

At its considerable face value, our featured track is blue-chip, relaxation music. And who amongst us cannot benefit from a Sunday (or any other day) Take Five from the rat race… all of which works out wonderfully / literally seeing how this particular musical interlude does clock out at a mere 11 seconds beyond the 5 minutes.

I can recall one of my own laid-back listening experiences where daybreak, Sunday breezes (of the meteorological variety) provided additional audiovisual effects… e.g., outdoor rustling leaves… branches swaying with waking up, chirping birds and indoor swaying curtains. Factoring in the scent of freshly brewed coffee and well… need I say more?

Going beyond the face value… an instrumental masterpiece can have its advantages… for one… no storytelling songsmith who might inhabit / inhibit our thoughts. For some of us, imaginations will be free to roam… be our focus a fond memory or unfulfilled fantasy. If we’re sufficiently wowed, such selections might even get added to “the soundtracks of our lives.”

In my own case, this included an actual soundtrack… part of my playlist featured on a burned CD tribute to my late mother. Sunday Morning Breeze (and similar tracks) certainly enhanced the mood as I sat before a microphone to recreate the eulogy I had written for / delivered at her memorial service. I consider my tribute the finest recording studio work I’ve ever done and… even were I immortal… I’d never expect to top it.

Our Sunday Song Series will be return seven days from now. Hopefully, you’ll be back, too?

 

 

 

Mitchell’s Lyrical Enigma? ~ Sunday Songs Series

For week #35 of our Sunday Songs Series, we find Canadian singer-songwriter Joni Mitchell presenting us with a lyrical enigma. What, exactly, is her Sunny Sunday story-line all about? To be sure, when her word count is a scant 100 playing out in 2 minutes and 36 seconds, clues are few and far between.

When interviewed way back in 1994 by Tracey Macleod on BBC2 TV’s The Late Show, Mitchell did shed a bit of light…

“It’s not autobiographical. Actually it’s kind of a composite portrait. I have a friend who I paint with, who had a roommate who did this. It’s just the story of a woman waiting for some little change to give a new direction… it’s a kind of a mysterious little song. It’s also the shortest song I ever wrote.”

As is true with most noteworthy lyrics / poetry, one’s imagination does tend to roam freely. In my own case, this resulted in some scenarios that might account for someone taking potshots at a streetlight.

Might Mitchell’s pistol-packing protagonist be a…

a. militant, dark skies seeking stargazer / environmentalist battling light pollution?
b. stressed-out worker tormented by unresolved anger management issues?
c. 2nd Amendment domestic terrorist totally entrenched within America’s gun sick society?
d. misguided hero worshiper of Bonnie (Parker) and Clyde (Barrow)?

Oh btw… the comment section awaits those who’d like to express their own theories.

For those who’d like to see where our next Sunday Songs Series adventure will take us, stop back here seven days from now…

 

 

Simpson Sings of a Simpler Life (Sunday Song Series)

For Week #34 of our Sunday Songs Series, we’ll be giving a listen to Jessica Simpson’s You’re My Sunday. While crafting her lyrics, she drew upon heartfelt feelings for her soulmate… and that served as inspiration to her artful simile… i.e., her comparing his mind and soul-soothing influence over her to a Sunday (a kickback and enjoy life “day of rest”). Talking to AOL, she effusively elaborated re their relationship…

“He inspires me to be a better person. He just makes my life peaceful. In the midst of all the chaos, the gossip, the tabloids and people’s expectations of me, it’s nice to know that a guy loves you for who you are. So ‘You’re My Sunday’ is dedicated to him.”

Of course… even to the occasional Simpson listener… i.e., one unaware of that backstory… her words could also be interpreted as the Sunday Day… all by itself… arriving just in the nick of time… to rescue us all from humankind’s rat-race. However… if your sentiments are anything like mine… we’ve all been lamenting over one nearly inescapable fact of life…  namely that… in our 24/7 world… Sunday days of rest can be scarce.

Oh… how I yearn to return to my own, long lost, leisurely, small-town Sundays. In those days of yore… with few exceptions… e.g. our “Mom ’n’ Pop” grocery store… business owners and their staffs were at home… enjoying some much-earned, time off with their kinfolk. My own, typical family routine would find us attending early a.m. church services and, afterwards, discussing our Pastor’s sermon perhaps [1] while flipping thru the pages of the two Sunday newspapers we subscribed to, [2] during one of our leisurely joyrides about town, or [3] in the course of one of our sit-down suppers.

I can still, virtually, taste Mom’s to-die-for pot-roasts, loaded with browned spuds, carrots, green peppers and onions… all “swimming” in the vast sea of thick. beef gravy.

I can also vividly recall my very favorite Father G sermon… his wisdom and wit expressed during a blistering midsummer heatwave…

“Whew… it sure is hot today. But never forget there’s a place that’s even hotter! End of sermon!”

Once the KP was done, our lazy Sunday truly began winding down. Courtesy of the (then) three (yep only three) major TV networks, we were treated to primetime viewing fare inclusive of [1] the boy-and-his-beloved-dog drama Lassie, [2] the bratty sitcom Dennis the Menace, [3] a variety show MC’d by Ed Sullivan, [4] the western drama Bonanza, [5] a reality TV / viral video precursor (Alan Funt’s) Candid Camera, [6] the game show What’s My Line. and [7] the local, 11 o’clock newscast.

Now that I’ve related my own Sunday reveries, maybe you’d like to share yours? The comment section below can be your forum.

Hmm… seeing how I’ve become completely lost within my fond memories of pastoral phenomena and past repasts… how the latter has evoked hunger pangs for my breakfast… well… what better time for me to get lost… right?

In order to give you enough time to find a good hiding place (jk)… be forewarned… I’’ll be back seven days from now with another edition of our Sunday Song Series.

Hope to see you back here then… if not sooner.