October 19, 2015

The Bowie Project: Heathen (2002)

This review has been exactly as troublesome as I thought it would be.

HeathenThis album marks the huge landslide transition from “Bowie albums where I might already know one or two of the songs” to “Bowie albums that I know like the back of my hand”. And yes, I know that it’s fairly late in the discography, but I’m not going to make any excuses for that.

The reason why I knew that this would be troublesome is that I’ve already listened to this album a few dozen times through, under far less pressured circumstances, and I know that I like it. I like it a lot more than Hours…. Which raises the sticky question – was there a sudden quality shift in Bowie’s songwriting between 1999 and 2002, or have I been judging his previous albums unfairly harshly because of the manner in which I’m hearing them for the first time.

Damnit, it’s thorny stuff, I’m sure you’ll agree. Well, let’s get into it.

The album-opener is entitled Sunday and it’s one of those crafty songs that starts from nearly-nothing, airy wind sounds and twiddling and chirruping, percussion coming in element by element, then a droning backing vocal, gradually developing texture and depth with impressive restraint, before exploding into life about a minute from the end. Once it’s got going, you’re expecting more, but it just maintains the same level for 30 seconds and then fades out. Very puzzling, and somewhat frustrating.

Next up is Cactus, which reminds me of the song that I wrote with my sister back when I was younger. Probably one of the first songs I ever wrote. It wasn’t very good. Whereas this song, originally by the Pixies, is excellent – it’s loud and brash and dirty. A superb cover of it as well, it takes a fairly dull and repetitive song and gives it a whole heap of texture and interest.

Slip Away is quite a beautiful song, lots of fantastically mwahful fretless bass accompanying a distant-sounding piano and a lush orchestral-sounding arrangement in the chorus. This song was originally recorded for Bowie’s Toy album, which never ended up being released. I had no idea what this song was about until I did a bit of research and discovered that it references an endearingly low-budget kids TV show called The Uncle Floyd Show. There don’t seem to be any episodes online, so I guess I’ll never get to experience it first-hand. Anyway, I seem to have slipped off on a tangent, I should get back onto the subject of the song. Stylophone! Lots of stylophone in it! Yes, I don’t lie.

One of my favourites next, Slow Burn, I love that pounding bassline in the verse, though I’ve never been able to decipher the lyrics. Every time I think I’ve figured it out, I realise “hang on, that makes no sense.” I could look them up, but that seems to be missing the point. When you reach the end of the chorus, and the bassline starts pounding again, and Bowie sings “Slow burrrrrrrnnnnn” and holds that note, it feels like the ground has dropped away beneath you.

I’m a bit more ambivalent about Afraid, not that there’s anything wrong with it, but nor is there anything that really stands out as noteworthy. String quartet in the chorus is fairly clever though, it’s not the sort of song that you’d normally expect to find strings on.

Next track is a cover of Neil Young’s I’ve Been Waiting For You. Again, if you listen to it side by side with the original, it feels like he’s done a masterful job of taking a song with lots of potential and thickening it up beautifully, adding more energy in the choruses and more dynamics throughout. And I also didn’t realise until recently that the guest guitarist on this track is none other than Dave Grohl!

I Would Be Your Slave sees the return of the string quartet, but this time in a far more elegant setting, with a shuffling drum rhythm that sounds like the chattering of train wheels on rails, and a bassline that ascends and descends to the very limits of the instrument’s range. I’m really very fond of this song, it’s beautiful and endearing.

It’s not very often that Bowie takes a song and changes it drastically when doing a cover version. He often just does a near-facsimile, and sometimes improves it vastly. Very occasionally he wrecks it. But in the case of I Took A Trip On A Gemini Spaceship he takes something that is barely even recognisable as music, and pretty much writes the entire song from scratch. Compare and contrast the original, by Norman Carl Odam, with Bowie’s version. The original is not without its appeal, for those who are into such sorts of lo-fi Beefheartery, but the cover is an energetic masterpiece.

5:15 The Angels Have Come is another of my favourites (I seem to have a lot of them on this album) for its ghostly verses and rich soaring chorus, a formula that Bowie rarely fails to excel at. Very unusual for Bowie, this song fades out on a drum solo, that then transitions into…

Everyone Says Hi. I find the presentation of this song to be a bit irritatingly twee, I find it hard to believe that this was intended to be entirely tongue-not-in-cheek. That said, I’ve always found the lyrics to be moving. There are particular lines that have a certain poignancy for me at the moment, and I’m finding this song quite hard to listen to for that reason.

Album ends on A Better Future which I’ve never found particularly inspiring from a musical standpoint, and the lyrics also seem a bit trite. Can’t argue with the sentiment, but it doesn’t exactly push the envelope.

Hits from this album: Slow Burn and Everyone Says Hi both got single releases, the latter doing better in the UK than the former.

My favourite song from this album: Lots of candidates, but the one that probably leaps to mind first is Gemini Spaceship.

Next up: Reality

Pete
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  • I bet it has. You can proud though: that's a good piece of work, right there! - swisslet
  • Who's next? WHO'S NEXT? Bloody hell. I dunno. I'm not sure I'd go for exactly the same for... - Pete
  • I hugely admire your staying power on these albums, I have to say. I could never quite ge... - swisslet
October 8, 2015

#NationalPoetryDay

Two favourites:

He wishes for the cloths of heaven, by William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

Wenn ich ein Vöglein wär – German Folk Song

If I were a little bird
And had two wings,
I’d fly to you.
But as it can’t be
But as it can’t be,
I always stay here.

I’m also far from you,
I’m by your side in dreams
And I talk to you.
When I wake up,
When I wake up,
I’m on my own.

There is no hour in the night,
In which my heart doesn’t wake up
And think of you,
That, more than a thousand times,
That, more than a thousand times,
You give your heart to me.

Karen
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  • Yeah I have been a fan of it since my teens. Do you think it might be a bit emo, then? - Karen
  • The cloths of heaven was one I carried around in my special notebook when I was a teenager - Lisa
September 23, 2015

South West Coast Path

Nation’s Ode to the Coast – Dr John Cooper Clarke

A big fat sky and a thousand shrieks
The tide arrives and the timber creaks
A world away from the working week
Ou est la vie nautique?
That’s where the sea comes in…

Dishevelled shells and shovelled sands,
Architecture all unplanned
A spade n bucket wonderland
A golden space, a Frisbee and
The kids and dogs can run and run
And not run in to anyone
Way out! Real gone!
That’s where the sea comes in

Impervious to human speech, idle time and tidal reach
Some memories you can’t impeach
That’s where the sea comes in
A nice cuppa splosh and a round of toast
A cursory glance at the morning post
A pointless walk along the coast
That’s what floats my boat the most
That’s where the sea comes in….
That’s where the sea comes in

Karen
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  • Nice. Talking of poems, I just learned this morning that my friend (!) A F Harrold has ... - Gammidgy
September 10, 2015

Hats, Not Hate

The Uborka audience, such as it remains, includes quite a few who are handy with needles and hooks. To you I call: let’s raid our stash and knit hats for refugees. These people are coming from warm places to our grim northern climate, and we can help to keep their heads warm. If anyone else is up for this project, I will figure out where to send them to.

These are my two favourite hat patterns:
Jacques Cousteau Hat
Turn A Square
They are both super-easy, and use about 100g yarn. Turn A Square particularly lends itself to scraps. They are easy enough to knit in front of the telly or during a study day, and with circular needles make good projects for public transport.

Let’s cast on!

Karen
September 9, 2015

Mortality

Funeral by funeral, I get closer to the front row: an occasional reminder that one day I will be in the box. My stepdad is the first of the parental generation to shuffle off his mortal coil, which I suppose is lucky and I suppose we shouldn’t count our chickens, it’s not like death has a quota. As mum is the only married parent among my extended family, we are somehow cushioned from having to Deal With Everything. Wills and whathaveyou are relatively straightforward, but next time I’ll have to do the paperwork and clear up the debris.

This seems like a good time to look over my own will and my short set of instructions (which basically says no cellophane please), and have daily panics about whether Pete would remember to pay for Bernard’s school dinners if I were gone. Hm, maybe that’s the source of my recent heartburn.

Karen
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  • I really should make a will. The tortoises will need a trust fund.... - Ms Gammidgy
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  • i have fond memories of a childhood (well, early teenage) family holiday on the Grand Unio... - swisslet
August 18, 2015

Armpit, Actually

With a final flourish, my stepdad popped his clogs last week. We put our weekend of #adulting on hold and hot-footed it to Armpit to verify that it was actually true. After 27 years of not really getting on with the fellow, this has provoked some complicated feelings, mostly, I’m afraid, on the not-sad spectrum. People keep expressing sympathy, and I keep thinking they mean because we missed out on our lovely weekend in Brighton.

I pulled down my mask, supported my mum, tidied up the house a bit for her, tried to police the bulldozing of her funeral decisions by the extended stepfamily, and answered the phone a lot. Unfortunately we could only stay until Sunday because Bernard, who was living it up at his other grandmother’s house in France, was due to be collected from an airport on Monday afternoon, and I really did want to get him back.

The funeral falls bang in the middle of our canal holiday next week. Oh the logistical puzzling we have done, and finally with the help of Uborka’s sous-chef Lyle, we’ve worked out a thing where we leave the car half way up the canal, go back and pick up the boat, reach the place where we left the car two days later, drive up and do the deathstuff, return same day to the boat, leave the car there again, and carry on up the canal. Like getting a fox across the river without it eating the rabbit.

I know I am callous in dwelling on the impact all this has on us, but the man had lung disease and severe osteoporosis. He was in pain all the time. I didn’t like him but I didn’t wish such misery on him. He closed his eyes and went to sleep, and now my mum can come and visit us whenever she wants.

Karen
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  • I hope your mum is doing ok, that you get to have more adult fun soon and that Bernard had... - Clair
  • Even when you don't have the additional complication of a complex relationship the death o... - Ms Gammidgy
  • What Gordon said. I've been to so many funerals, on both sides of the receiving line. ... - asta
  • Mostly I feel fraudulent when people sympathise or assume I am sad, but I can't say so bec... - Karen
  • Complicated stuff, family, ain't they. And I don't think it's callous of you at all, it's ... - Gordon