Forget Me Not

April 7, 2011

Switching modes slightly today, we’re taking a turn from the splendidly surreal yet quite grimy lyrics from The National to the simple but exquisite storytelling of William Fitzsimmons, that beloved folk musician with the light, airy, rather magical voice and the fix’d beard. (Check out Gold in the Shadow, released in recent weeks. A balm of an album! Such soothing songs for the soul! – If you have hurts, your own compounded sadnesses, and you’re human so you do, check it out!)

Today’s song-poem, “Find Me to Forgive,” is structured around a heartbreaking story of botched romance. I know enough of his bio to know that some of his earlier work is pitted in the pain of divorce, yet I cannot tell whether (or how much) this composition is true-to-life or entirely fabricated. If I were acquainted with him in person, I wouldn’t want to pry. And in any case, the storytelling is spell-binding. Just try and resist its tugs on your heart-strings! Futile!

Musically, I (think I) love the time-signature in this piece. The song comes on, and I start thinking of tangos (hung up on strings!*), but there’s probably no correlation. Something for a ballroom, though. Lots of wooshing, dazzlingly red skirts to distract attention from runny mascara and sobbing frames. Or you could just go the Parisian route. I imagine myself in a cramped historic quarter with lots of light bouncing off soft stone, the faint trail of concertinas and violins wafting through. But I’m definitely teary-eyed, reenacting the last scenes of L’Auberge Espagnole (The Spanish Apartment), where, in this case, I am Xavier. Not that that’s much of a stretch. Would the film have been as moving if I didn’t have so much in common with Romain Duris’s character? Do we ever?

Find Me To Forgive

You were the only thing I ever loved.
Taken for granted, you couldn’t stand it, anymore.
You were my lover for nearly eight years,
But I am my father, and I found another.

The last sixteen months have been nothing but hell.
I thought about jumping, well that would be something.
In the short time that I learned how to fly,
Would you forgive me, or bring flowers to me, by the grave?

Will you look the same when I meet you up there?
Remember my name, please.
Will you look the same when I meet you up there?
Remember my name — find me to forgive.

I haven’t seen you for over a year.
I heard you were married. The baby you carried isn’t mine.
I don’t suppose that you’ll still have my name.
You’ll have another, if you’re not my lover, anymore.

Will you look the same when I meet you up there?
Remember my name, please.
Will you look the same when I meet you up there?
Remember my name — find me to forgive,
find me to forgive, find me to forgive, find me to forgive.

 

 

*From a poem I wrote for a creative writing class several years ago.

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Sadness is My Girl

March 6, 2011

Well, aside from the gap between today and yesterday’s fun post, that hiatus was a bit longer than two days! Oops!

So let’s hit the ground running, with…

Music News (or, if you prefer, Reports from the Turtle):

Charmar… Yup, still pregnant!

*NEW* William Fitzsimmons album out March 22nd (U.S.) – lusciously titled Gold in the Shadow.

Via @indabamusic: Queens of the Stone Age, the rock band responsible for the hit, “No One Knows,” have apparently admitted that they allegedly performed an appendectomy on a fan backstage in Munich.

Umm…yeah.

All the Rest

“My wounded rhymes make silent cries tonight…”

Speaking of fresh albums, let’s talk Wounded Rhymes. The buzz of Lykke was wearing off when HypeMachine previewed the album Wounded Rhymes for a week pre-release. By the time I heard the whole thing, I wasn’t impressed. “I Follow Rivers,” played thirty-plus times, had kind of exhausted me, I guess, and even in spite of the exhaustion, that particular song is the powerhouse on that album, so it largely overshadowed everything else on my first listen-through. And then, post-release, listening to it on Zune, I found the album growing on me. I’ve also found myself having difficulty refraining from crooning the chorus to “Sadness is a Blessing,” the track whose lyrics are responsible for the laudably original title –- “Sadness is my boyfriend. Oh sadness, I’m your girl.” This track is all the more meaningful for me, having read SPIN’s cover-story interview (mentioned in the previous Lykke-centric post), in which she describes how her sorrows have shaped her music. (“[S]orrow, the only lover I’ve ever known.”) As such, I have decided I dig this new Lykke Li album, after all. That is, with one heck of an exception. By this I mean… I enjoy Wounded Rhymes, with the exception, and I stress with the exception, of “Unrequited Love,” which is just too whiny for my tastes. The way she lingers on words and draws out the spaces leading in to the chorus, and, well, let’s be honest, the lackluster quality of the subject of unrequited love, which has been done to death in music for centuries!…  it just doesn’t cut it for me. It makes for impossible listening. I skip it every time it comes around. As for the album as a whole?  I’d say it’s a superb addition to Ms. Zachrisson’s growing oeuvre.

“I gotta feeling… tonight’s gonna be a good, good night!”

And I’m not just quoting lyrics! I’m serious! Tonight, Rosi Golan is playing Rockwood Music Hall. And! Alex Wong is playing at the stage next door after Rosi finishes her set. I’m so excited! This will be one heck of a worthwhile trip to the city! Will definitely post photos and other tidbits after the shows!

“Sometimes I feel like I am drunk behind the wheel, the wheel of possibility – however it may roll. Give it a spin, see if you can somehow factor in… You know there’s always more than one way to say exactly what you mean to say.”

Moving into some territory we haven’t yet covered here on the Turtle’s music blog…

My favorite nineties bands are the ones that are still going, still kicking. I’ve found Gin Blossoms radio on Last.FM radio to be a great overarching station to tune in to all my favorite nineties bands (e.g. The Goo Goo Dolls, Tonic, The Wallflowers, Fastball, Sugar Ray, The Barenaked Ladies, etc.)! Check it out sometime, yo.

And why are Gin Blossoms so named?

According to Wikipedia, Gin Blossoms “took their name from a photo of W.C. Fields, which bore the caption, ‘W.C. Fields with gin blossoms,’ referring to what appeared to be the actor’s gin-ravaged nose, but was actually a skin condition known as rosacea.” Ha ha ha. Quite a story for a band naming! The stories aren’t always so entertaining. But those that are, they’re usually delectable!

Okay then, that was one jam-packed, if a bit jumpy, post! Until next time, folks!

Now if I could just get the crazy-cool word, “sriracha,” out of my head!

I have decided I dig it, after all.with the exception of “Unrequited Love,” which is just too whiny for my tastes. The way she lingers on words and draws out the spaces leading in to the chorus, and, well, let’s be honest, the lackluster quality of the subject of unrequited love, which has been done to death in music for centuries!…  it just doesn’t cut it for me. It makes for impossible listening. As for my review of the album in general? Superb addition to Ms. Zachrisson’s growing oeuvre.