Monthly Archives: February 2018

  • What’s Your Favorite V.D. Song?

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    Love and V.D. go hand in hand.  Why it’s hard to fall in love these days without being exposed to V.D., with all the expense and discomfort that entails.  I’m speaking, of course, of Valentine’s Day.

    Here is my question du jour.  What song do you secretly wish that a partner (whether real or hypothetical) would sing to you on Valentine’s Day — or any day for that matter? Come on, I’m betting you have one.

    Okay, I’ll go first.  My pick is this track by Lucinda Williams from her Little Honey CD.  It’s sexy and then some: 

    Williams was inspired to write it after meeting a man named Tom Overby, who happened to be getting a haircut at the same time as her in a Hollywood salon.  She was initially ambivalent about his low-key demeanor.  After all, she was used to having tumultuous relationships with rock musicians.  But he had a calming influence that helped center her, and when her long-time manager died, he took over the role.  A few years later, in 2009, following a performance in Minneapolis, she surprised the general audience by marrying him onstage.  She was 56 at the time.
     
    In their vows, Lucinda and Tom took one another “as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not yet know, in all the ways that life may find us.”  I think that’s beautiful.  But don’t worry that the Dog is going all mushy on you.

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  • Bryan Harvey — Singing “It’s a Sin to Sing”

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    In the late 1980’s, a band emerged on the LA club scene dedicated to the proposition that two guys on a stage could generate enough energy to put a traditional four person combo to shame.  That band was House of Freaks.  The name, which was taken from a circus poster, was most significant for what it did not mean.  It was intended to be amorphous — something that would not tie the performers to any particular genre.  They resisted categorizing their music.  But some have called it “twisted blues swamp rock.”

    Johnny Hott played the drums and collaborated in composing.  But the enterprise was most clearly identified with Bryan Harvey, the lead singer and lyricist.  Both men, who later discovered that they were distant cousins, were natives of Richmond, Virginia.  They wrote songs weighted with regional history, including one that asserts:

    What mysteries flow through these white folk’s blood?
    What secrets do they hide within?
    …
    Dusting off their fathers’ guns,
    Words like worms crawl through their brains.
    Sermons fly from the preacher’s mouth
    But the auction block still remains.
     
    What turned me on the House of Freaks, however, is the following:
     

    Given the title and the Southern gothic themes of  some of their other material, “Kill the Mockingbird” could be viewed as a grenade lobbed at that mainstay of the middle school reading list by Harper Lee.  But the contemptuous reference to the “cooing of amorous people” is a giveaway.  In fact, Harvey admired “To Kill a Mockingbird”; instead, as he noted in remarks that have been preserved on the site bluecricket.com, he intended to write an “anti-romance song” trashing his relationship with his then girlfriend.  I prize it because it is so spirited and clever as to balance the sense of menace. Harvey sings that the mockingbird should be killed for the sin of singing.  That softens the blow —  just as the fact the Harvey was Caucasian lightened his performance of “White Folk’s Blood.”
     
    Years later, after he fell in love with the woman he married, Harvey wrote a song entitled, “I Got Happy.”  It tellingly includes the line:  “Now its okay.  Let the mockingbird sing.”
     

    House of Freaks released four full-length CDs between 1987 and 1994.  Then the band, which never achieved mainstream success, disbanded.  Harvey and Hott went on to pursue other musical partnerships.  But the aftermath of the story is difficult to tell.  The word nightmare feels inadequate. (more…)