Saturday, January 7, 2023

cdxciii. VARIOUS ARTISTS: 'Round Midnight

 cdxciii. VARIOUS ARTISTS

'Round Midnight
Composed by Thelonius Monk

Ten versions





















1. Thelonius Monk (1951)
TM, piano
Art Blakey, drums
Bob Paige, bass
George Taitt, trumpet
Sahib Shihab, alto saxophone
(3:15)



Recorded November 21, 1947.



Friday, January 6, 2023

cdxcii. ZAPPA, Frank: Help, I'm a Rock

cdxcii. ZAPPA, Frank (1940-1993)

Help, I'm a Rock (1966)
FZ, guitar, vocals
Jimmy Carl Black, drums, percussion, foreign language
Ray Collins, vocals, harmonica, cymbals, sound effects, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin & tweezers
Roy Estrada, bass, guitarrón, boy soprano
Elliot Ingber, guitar and clear white light
(4:43)



"NOTES ON THE COMPOSITIONS INCLUDED HEREIN: HELP, I'M A ROCK is dedicated to Elvis Presley. Note the interesting formal structure and the stunning four-part barber shop harmony toward the end. Note the obvious lack of commercial potential. Ho hum."

A little Phrygian mode starts us off:








00:08: Collins sounding like a Turkish muezzin:





00:24:




















JCB continues his "foreign language" --

Vel-lay kay-la ta-la-sor
Vel-lay kay-lay ka-la-tor
Vel-lay kay-la sa-la-tay
Vor-a kor-ay tor-a-tor
Vel-a kay-la sa-la tch'ay
Vor-a kor-ay kay-a la kur'ad
Vor-a silli kay-t'ay tcha-to
Vor-a kay-ay tay-lay tay-ay tcha-to

Klanna-tholl
Klanna-tholl
Klanna-tholl

Pik-a-dill-a do-tchay
Pik-a-li-sa no-say (o-ooh)

Bi-ni-bi-ni me-ho-la-ka ta-ka ho-ba
Say-kay pay-tay-ho-a-la tur-i-ca (Mee-oo-da-ra)
Chil-li pil-li ka-zi-o-bi a bee bee bee bee (Do-dee-bop)
You know ... (a-mad hee)

(Arrrreeeeeeeeeeee ...)
Oooooooooaaaaaaaaaa ...
OOOOaaaaaaaaaaa ... (ah, hah)

O-wee ya yo yo yo a-ki-o wee
A-ki-o-ka a-yi-a-ee
A-ki-o-ka o-wee
A-ki-o-ka o-wee
A-ki-o-ka o-wee
A-ki-o-ka o-wee
A-ki-o-ka o-wee-say ya-vo

Pedi-goh
Pedi-koh
Ann-i tcho-ee-see-na
Per-a-ko-ee-say

Kar-ra
May-a-ta
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
Hay-lo
Pray-lo
Say la do sa ka ho-say
Vay-lay ko say-let-a-no
Vav-lav ko sav-let-a-no
Va-la ko-lo-tay
Ay-o
Lay-o
Lay-o
Aaaaaaaayyyyyyyyaaaaaaa

O-ha o-ha yew
Ah-yew
Lay la-fan
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Help, I'm a rock!
Help, I'm a rock!
Help, I'm a rock!
Somebody!
Help, I'm a rock!
Please!
Help, I'm a rock!
Please!
Help, I'm a rock!
Please!
Help, I'm a rock!
Wow!
Help, I'm a rock!
Wow!
Help, I'm a rock!
Help, I'm a rock!
Somebody helps me

Wow, man, it's a drag being a rock
(Help, I'm a rock)
(Help, I'm a rock)
(Help, I'm a rock)
I wish I was anything but a rock
Heck, I'd even like to be a policeman
Hey, you know what?
You know maybe if I practice, you know
Maybe if I pass my driving test
(*)
I could get a gig drivin' that bus that picks he freaks up
In front of Ben Frank's, right?

Help, I'm a cop!
Help, I'm a cop!
Help, I'm a cop!
Help, I'm a cop!
(Help, I'm a rock)

Help, I'm a cop!
(Help, I'm a rock)

It's a drag being a cop
I think I'd rather be the mayor

Always wondered what I was gonna be when I grew up, you know
Always wondered whether or not ... whether or not I could make it
You know, in society, because,
You know, it's a drag when you're rejected
So I tore the cover off a book of matches
And I sent in
And I got this letter back that said ...


* FZ never got a driver's license because he refused to wait in line at the DMV.

Thursday, January 5, 2023

cdxci. MITCHELL, Joni: Cactus Tree

cdxci. MITCHELL, Joni (1943-       )

Cactus Tree (1967)
JM, everything
(4:36)


from: Song to a Seagull


There's a man who's been out sailing
In a decade full of dreams
And he takes her to a schooner
And he treats her like a queen
Bearing beads from California
With their amber stones and green
He has called her from the harbor
He has kissed her with his freedom
He has heard her off to starboard
In the breaking and the breathing
Of the water weeds
While she was busy being free

There's a man who's climbed a mountain
And he's calling out her name
And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles
He calls again
He can think her there beside him
He can miss her just the same
He has missed her in the forest
While he showed her all the flowers
And the branches sang the chorus
As he climbed the scaley towers
Of a forest tree
While she was somewhere being free

There's a man who's sent a letter
And he's waiting for reply
He has asked her of her travels
Since the day they said goodbye
He writes "Wish you were beside me
We can make it if we try"
He has seen her at the office
With her name on all his papers
Through the sharing of the profits
He will find it hard to shake her
From his memory
And she's so busy being free

There's a lady in the city
And she thinks she loves them all
There's the one who's thinking of her
There's the one who sometimes calls
There's the one who writes her letters
With his facts and figures scrawl
She has brought them to her senses
They have laughed inside her laughter
Now she rallies her defenses
For she fears that one will ask her
For eternity
And she's so busy being free

There's a man who sends her medals
He is bleeding from the war
There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store
There's a drummer and a dreamer
And you know there may be more
She will love them when she sees them
They will lose her if they follow
And she only means to please them
And her heart is full and hollow
Like a cactus tree
Whlie she's so busy being free

Tuesday, January 3, 2023

cdlxxxix. WILCO: Muzzle of Bees

cdlxxxix. WILCO

Muzzle of Bees (2004)
Jeff Tweedy, vocals, guitars
John Stirratt, piano
Glenn Kotche, drums
Leroy Bach, bass
Mikael Jorgensen, Farfisa organ
Jim O'Rourke, piano, guitar
(4:52)


from: A Ghost is Born


There's a random painted highway
And a muzzle of bees
My sleeves have come unstitched
From climbing your tree

And dogs laugh, some say they're barking
I don't think they're mean
Some people get so frightened
Of the fences in between

And the sun gets passed from tree to tree
Silently, and back to me
With the breeze blown through
Pushed up against the sea
Finally back to me

I'm assuming you got my message
On your machine
I'm assuming you love me
And you know what that means

Sun gets passed, sea to sea
Silently, and back to me
With the breeze blown through
Pushed up above the leaves

With the breeze blown through
My head upon your knee
Half of it's you, half is me
Half of it's you, half is me

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