Thursday, June 30, 2005

The Bob And Willie Show

The Bob Dylan/ Willie Nelson show rocked, as I knew it would. Too bad the heat was so oppressive, but I didn't melt so I guess it was worth the gamble.

Check out today's Courier Journal (the Feature section) for a pretty good review. The only thing is, the reviewer didn't discuss The Greencards, a great acoustic band ("two Aussies and a Brit," as they described themselves) who opened the show. They only played twenty minutes -- I'd love to see them come back to town and headline a show somewhere like Uncle Pleasants or Headliners. Great stuff.

Here is Dylan's set list from last night:

Tombstone Blues (good choice to get the place hopping)

She Belongs To Me

Tweedle Dum & Tweedle Dee (this always cracks me up)

Just Like A Woman (a nice understated version)

High Water (For Charley Patton) (some really rocking banjo -- yes, I said "rocking banjo" on this one)

Absolutely Sweet Marie

Man In The Long Black Coat

Honest With Me

My Back Pages (Awesome folk song. I've always loved those lines "I was so much older then / I'm younger than that now")

Cold Irons Bound (He rocks hard on this Grammy winner from 1997)

Mr. Tambourine Man (way different version than what you're used to -- very slow. Interesting)

Highway 61 Revisited (closed the show with a bang on this old blues romp. I thought we'd have to clap forever before he came out for the encore though)

encore
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right (acoustic, gentle. Unlike several of the old selections he played tonight, he didn't change the arrangement much on this one. Smooth, mellow, with those deceptively devastating lyrics -- one of the best uses of understatement to highlight the pain of loss that you'll find)

All Along The Watchtower (another classic, and a solid blues-rock anthem to send us home pumped up.

Friday, June 24, 2005

It's just that I've been so busy.

Sorry about that. But feel free to hang out here if you're bored. Make some comments, start a fight, whatever. I'll try to clean up the mess in a bit.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

A Tale Of Two Poems

I just wrote a sonnet based off of Shakespeare's famous "My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun." Mine makes a statement about our postmodern society, as opposed to the Bard's world. First, I will share Shakespeare's original with you. Then, mine. I think you will agree that it captures the spirit of the times. Enjoy.

Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare


B-Dog
My mistress’ eyes are not much like the sun
(Let’s not confuse the bloodshot lines for light)
They were, before the damage had been done
(the damage caused by drinking shots all night).
Her lips could use some collagen, I guess,
And Botox could do wonders for her face.
Some silicone would sure perk up her breasts,
And Clairol would disguise the telling grays.
Every time she sings, I curse or growl
Because her voice is always sharp or flat.
We can’t eat spicy foods because her bowels
Would cause the air to stink right where she sat.
And yet, by God, my love for her is strong --
And will be, till a hottie comes along.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Lyric Analysis: Willie Nelson's "Living In The Promiseland"

Let's do this:

Give us your tired, your weak
And we will make them strong
Bring us your far off song
And we will sing along
Leave us your broken dreams
We’ll give them time to mend
There’s still a lot of love
Living in the Promiseland

Living in the Promiseland
Our dreams are made of steel
The prayer of every one
Is to know how freedom feels
There is a winding road
Across shifting sand
And room for everyone
Living in the Promiseland

So they came with such a sad eye
Nameless woman, faceless child
Like a bad dream
Till there was no room at all
No place to place to run
And no place to fall

Give us your daily bread
We have no shoes to wear
No place to call our home
Only this cross to bear
We are the multitudes
Lend us a helping hand
Is there no love anymore
Living in the Promiseland

Living in the Promiseland
Our dreams are made of steels
The prayer of every man
Know how freedom feels
There is a winding road
Across the shifting sand
And room for everyone
Living in the Promiseland
And room for everyone
Living in the Promiseland


Simple structure, simple rhyme scheme, simple, simple, simple. And eloquent. Powerful. Willie wants to make a statement, he wants to urge us to live up to our lofty ideals. He wants us to welcome the outcast and show love to everyone.

How best to do that? Well, many songsmiths would immediately climb aboard the bully pulpit. Not our Willie. He starts off paraphrasing the Statue of Liberty. He pats us on the back. This is a patriotic song! It's a song that talks about how great we are! Yeehaw! We sing with Willie, we get misty-eyed. Why, that's us all right. Americans. Christians. Good ol' boys (and girls).

But wait. The first two stanzas are what we SAID. Which caused people to actually come (see stanza three). And then what happened? Not quite what was promised, Willie says. These nameless masses ask "Is there no love anymore?"

Now we understand. Willie isn't praising us for past actions; he is calling us to action NOW. He sings the triumphant chorus again to close out the song. We're forced to sing along, and in doing so, we are giving our commitment speech. We're saying, "Yeah, I want to live up to this ideal. I want to be this kind of person."

Now, if Willie had began the song with "They came with such a sad eye," he would have lost a lot of power. Here comes a sad song about foreigners. Yada, yada, yada. The effect is greater since he praised us for our ideals first. So the formula for this "message" song is:

1. Praise them for their ideals
2. Tell a story that illustrates how they are failing to live up to those ideals (a story here is effective -- he is "showing" us we've fallen short, rather than simply "telling" us.
3. Praise the ideals again, which are now convicting us, spuring us to act on them.

Willie Nelson, of course, is coming to Louisville on the 29th as part of Bob Dylan's summer road show (along with the Greencards).

Monday, June 13, 2005

Pinhead Sighting

For those of you who want a glimpse of one of the more secretive stars of my Jive To The Monkey calvacade, one of the Nightriders, no less, cut and paste this onto your browser: http://www.courier-journal.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050612/FEATURES04/506120308/1010/FEATURES

It is a story in the Courier Journal about fashion for brides who are on their second marriage, or who are approaching middle age. Scroll down to the second photo to get a glimpse of the notorious Pinhead Stacey, who is holding her wedding dress in her arms (because she doesn't want her fiance, "Nature Boy" Jason, to see her in it before the big day, September 10).

I, by the way, will be performing at said wedding, along with Little Lorie King. I'm not sure if Lorie will be able to calm her nerves, having never performed with as big a star as me before. I mean, Guitar Chick Nikki is kind of a star, but when B-Dog is in the house, something akin to an Elvis sighting takes place among all the ham-and-eggers (aka the fans).

This has been a rambling post, hasn't it?

Friday, June 10, 2005

Since This Was Pretty Much Poetry Week On This Blog

This was my son Garrett's first real poem, written last October when he was 7, for his second grade English assignment:

Fall

Fall is like a leaf skull
Is so tall in the Fall
Call your friends
Jump in leaves in the trees
Like some thieves
Wearing green to blend in
Like the leaves in the trees
Act like bees in the trees
Feel the breeze
Play on swings
Jump in the air if you dare
Have bare feet
Dare to stare, feel the scare
In your underwear!


Yeah, he and his friends (and his brother Logan) are at that age where any mention of undergarments or bodily noises causes bellyfulls of laughter.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Sonnet World

My last post featured an original Elizabethan sonnet, sometimes called a "Shakespearean Sonnet," because Shakespeare perfected the form.

It is a 14-line poem with a rhyme scheme of

A
B
A
B

C
D
C
D

E
F
E
F
G
G

The lines are written in iambic pentameter, meaning 5 metric feet, meaning ten syllables with stresses on the even syllables: da-DUH, da-DUH, da-DUH, da-DUH, da-DUH. Of course, even the Master Bard sometimes used 9 syllables, or 11, 12 ... and sometimes the stresses aren't really iambs. Consider my first line in the previous sonnet:

I woke up this morning without a head.

It wouldn't actually be read as:

I WOKE up THIS morNING withOUT a HEAD.

It would be naturally read as:

I WOKE up the MORNing without a HEAD.

But by and large, iambic pentameter rules the day.

Often, the first 8 lines in a sonnet present a problem. The next four lines either hint at a solution, enlarge or narrow the problem, or provide some sort of twist. The last two lines are usually a "summing up."

You don't see true sonnets much anymore. One reason why most of my sonnets are goofy is that it's hard to pull off a serious sonnet these days without sounding archaic, melodramatic, or trite. Here's another original:

Who is the heartless soul who stole my shoes?
And boots and slippers and flip-flops and socks?
The thief took my magnetic insoles, too,
So my bare feet must tread on dirt and rocks.
What kind of man would do a thing like this
(Or woman - whichever the case may be)?
When I wore footwear, I was in sheer bliss;
But now I'm quite a sorry sight to see.
Well, I could let this get me down, it's true --
And dwell on the ignoble state I'm in.
But no! I will not let it make me blue!
I will rise, and triumph in the end.
I'll scrape and save and earn what'ere I can,
And buy my feet some footwear once again.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Sleepy Hollow Revisited

I woke up this morning without a head.
It took awhile before this dawned on me.
But when I found out, I just stayed in bed
Because without my head I couldn't see.
No eyes, no ears, no nose, no mouth, no hair
(Well, some say I'm losing hair anyway)
This made me just as forlorn as a bear
Who hasn't had a thing to eat all day.
Now what am I to do about my plight?
I cannot even see to write these lines.
A headless man is quite a scary sight --
Perhaps I'll take a head that isn't mine!
Yes, Ichabod Crane's of the world ... beware.
Here's hoping that I find a head with hair.

c. 2005 Bobby Gilles, aka Love Caddy B-Dog

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Lyric Analysis: Ring Them Bells

This time we're doing something a little different -- instead of analysing a song from a writer's perspective, we're going to look at the "meaning" -- kind of a little devotional based off the Bob Dylan song "Ring Them Bells" (as we continue our countdown to the Bob Dylan/ Willie Nelson/ Greencards show in Louisville on the 29th.) Here are the lyrics:

Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams,
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
Cross the valleys and streams,
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride.

Ring them bells St. Peter
Where the four winds blow,
Ring them bells with an iron hand
So the people will know.
Oh it's rush hour now
On the wheel and the plow
And the sun is going down
Upon the sacred cow.

Ring them bells Sweet Martha,
For the poor man's son,
Ring them bells so the world will know
That God is one.
Oh the shepherd is asleep
Where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled
With lost sheep.

Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf,
Ring them bells for all of us who are left,
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the game is through.
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,
For the child that cries
When innocence dies.

Ring them bells St. Catherine
From the top of the room,
Ring them from the fortress
For the lilies that bloom.
Oh the lines are long
And the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance
Between right and wrong.


Copyright © 1989 Special Rider Music

This is one of the more obvious (though by no means few) of Dylan's apocalyptic songs. It is essentially a "call to arms," or "call to worship," which is heard in the title itself -- bell ringing is historically a summons.

Why the need for apocalyptic warning? Because "the world's on its side" and "time is running backwards, and so is the bride." Contextually (and with knowledge of Dylan's religious persuasion) the bride can be seen as "the Bride of Christ". Dylan often critiques from within. He sees himself as part of the Bride, a Bride that is running backwards, shirking her duties -- moving away from, rather than towards, her impending nuptuals.

Peter, Martha, and Catherine each bring meaning to the song.
Peter: A lead apostle and close friend of Jesus, given the charge to "feed the sheep."
Martha: Also a friend of Jesus, sister to Lazarus and Mary. Known during the Dark Ages as the Patron Saint of Housewives, as well as being known for her faith in Christ's resurrecting powers.
Catherine: St. Catherine of Alexandria, a 4th century saint persecuted for her faith (she had refused to marry the Emperor, claiming to be only the "Bride of Christ," and broken on the wheel. Legend has it that the wheel itself broke, so she was beheaded instead. Milk, rather than blood, flowed out. Her body was then supposedly transported, by angels or monks, to Mt. Sinai ("the top of the room"). She was held as a protectress of the dying and a skilled advocate (having successfully debated 50 philosophers).

The reference to the "four winds" is itself apocalyptic, coming from, among other places, Matthew, where "... he shall send his angels ... they shall gather together his elect from the four winds ..." (Matt 24:31)

"It's rush hour now on the wheel and the plow" tells us that "the time is at hand," and the reference to the sun going down upon the sacred cow echoes the prophecy (Zeph. 2:8-11) that God would "famish the gods of the earth" (the cow of course is considered sacred in Hinduism).

The "shepherd is asleep" while the mountains are "filled with lost sheep." This ties in with the declaration that the bride is running backwards. The shepherd should be seen in general as the bride, and more specifically as the ministry. The song was written at the close of a decade filled with news of one minister after another being caught in financial or sexual sin, while others succumbed to the temptation to become primarily political, rather than religious, leaders. (It should also be noticed that "the hills are filled with lost sheep" plays off a William Blake poem, "Nurse's Song," where it is written "And the hills are all cover'd with sheep.")

The "chosen few who will judge the many when the game is through" (Matt. 22:14; Rev. 20:4) also refers to the Bride of Christ, who will by then (at the closing of the game) have shed itself of "sleeping" members and will be a co-regent with Christ.

"Breaking down the distance between right and wrong" is an indictment of moral relativism and existentialist ennui. It is the sort of philosophy that is seen everywhere in society. Consider the latest Star Wars, where Obi Wan declares "only a Sith deals in absolutes," which is itself as absolute a statement as one could make.

"Ring Them Bells" was released on Dylan's "Oh Mercy" album, considered by many to be a return to form after a decade of dissapointing records. It was the first Dylan record to be produced by Daniel Lanois (who had been recommended to Dylan by U2's Bono). The production on this song is crips and minimalist, featuring slow piano chops and Dylan's husky voice. It is sung with a sense of urgency, yet the vocals never outrun the piano.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

The Countdown Is On

The best band in the world, Nickel Creek, is coming out with a new album August 9, almost three years to the day after their last studio album, "This Side."
Right off the bat, let me say that I am so boinging stoked that they're covering the Bob Dylan classic "Tomorrow Is A Long Time," which I treated to a Lyric Analysis on this blog a while back. My favorite band doing one of my favorite songs from the greatest living songwriter -- that alone is worth the price of an album. But this one, entitled "Why Should The Fire Die," promises to be loaded with memorable cuts. Here is the track list:

1. When in Rome
2. Somebody More Like You
3. Jealous of the Moon
4. Scotch & Chocolate
5. Can't Complain
6. Tomorrow is a Long Time
7. Eveline
8. Stumptown
9. Anthony
10. Best of Luck
11. Doubting Thomas
12. First and Last Waltz
13. Helena
14. Why Should the Fire Die?

I've heard Scotch & Chocolate, Can't Complain, and Anthony. Scotch & Chocolate is a cool instrumental. They performed it on Live Lunch at the WFPK studios a few weeks ago (just a few feet in front of my chair!!!) and also that night at the Derby Eve concert spectacular in the Kentucky International Convention Center.
Anthony is a funny little song that Sara Watkins leads on. If memory serves me correct, she even plays ukelele on it -- it's such a refreshing, fun little ditty.
Can't Complain, formerly titled She Can't Complain, is a heart-stopping, emotionally-charged song led by Chris Thile. They've been performing it in live shows for over a year, and it is the song that nearly every fan has begged them to record. Nickel Creek has heard our cries.
I've heard great things about Doubting Thomas, a song that takes a poignant look at the role of faith in the life of a believer. I've also heard glowing reviews of the title cut, Why Should The Fire Die, and When In Rome.
In my links section you'll see a link to the band's website (www.nickelcreek.com). Check it out. They completely overhauled their website this past Wednesday. It has a lot of cool features, as well as more info about the new album. They've also merged with the top Creek fan site, nickelcreek.info. From the main site you can access the fan site message board, where you can keep up with all the latest info, read reviews and set lists of all their concerts, and hold conversations with Creeksters the world over.