Saturday, October 29, 2011
"...In This Case, They Doth Protest Just Enough..."
Death and taxes.
I'd suggest there's, at least, a third.
There really is no such thing as new.
Semantic distinctions and splitting of hairs notwithstanding, pretty much everything that is, or even has yet to be, is, if researched to the core, merely an evolution of, or variation on, a theme long ago discovered and/or created.
That observation is, of course, fair game for discussion and debate.
But let's save that for another, more existential moment.
Nickelback has, what I think is, a very cool song out now.
Give it a spin, cats and kitties....
Now, regardless of your philosophical predilections, there can be no denying that this piece is as catchy as all giddyup.
But, when you listen past the groove, the beat ripe for tapping of toes and/or fingers and the hey-ay-ay-ay-yeah daring you not sing along and zero in on the lyric, you discover that nestled amongst the aforementioned groove, beat and sing along, like an overlooked Cadbury egg in a gnarl of green plastic grass, is a lyric that can without much convincing be described as "protest".
As in "protesting the shortcomings of society and the cultural implications of said shortcomings, ad nauseum, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all".
So to speak.
And although this song is moving up the airplay charts only at a pace that a fairly alert snail could best, I've been featuring it on my radio show because, like I said, it's catchy as all giddyup.
Protest is profound.
But catchy is cool.
And, in that light, this song qualifies as being both profound and cool.
But not new.
Nigh on fifty years ago, 1962 to be exact, an industry respected, but little known publicly, folk singer named Malvina Reynolds wrote a song lamenting the, then new, nasty habit of atmospheric nuclear testing.
And, in a beautifully poetic fashion, highlighted the potential damage possible to the air we breathe and the rain we danced in from the fallout created by the nuking.
Two years later, in the midst of the British Invasion, The Searchers (of "Love Potion Number Nine" fame) recorded a version of Malvina's song in 1964 Mersey beat/orchestrated style.
It was never a "hit" hit, making it to the top twenty in the UK and the top twenty in the USA.
But it was then, and remains now, a remarkable version of a remarkable piece of work.
And catchy as all giddyup.