THE DREAM? IT WENT THATAWAY….(Found in the Connection: Rattling Loose End #115)

Between Twitter, Facebook and the Blogosphere, I follow at least one of everybody. There’s no other way to keep up these days and, honestly, all of ya’ll bear watching.

I keep most of what I find to myself, but there was something today that forces me to respond.

Not there. It wouldn’t do any good, no matter where “there” happened to be.

Whatever social media was supposed to be in theory, in the mean old world where it operates, it’s an echo chamber where people go to feel and express two emotions at the exclusion of all else: rage and the warm glow of being told they are right….about everything.

Today, the extreme right wing white nationalist I follow on twitter linked to a record by a white man.

It was the first time she had heard it and  she was compelled to comment on it’s incredible beauty. By her profile she looks to be twenty-something. By her tart responses to anyone foolish enough to confront her on her own turf, she’s highly intelligent (extremists of every stripe often are).

She responded to this particular song as though it were an incredible piece of her white heritage which had been kept from her by the dark forces of a lost world.

She could hear it only as an example of white pride–could believe such things have been pushed to the margins (where their very creation is no longer conceivable in this Brave New World), and kept from her only by an insane application of diversity theory.

That’s the problem with throwing your Culture away.

When some piece of it bobs up among the waves that swept you away, whoever is looking for a life raft is apt to grab on….and make of it what they will.

The song?

What do you think.

By who?

Who do you think.

Just try to imagine hearing it for the first time on the other side of whatever journey brought that highly intelligent young woman to the place where she is now….a place where it sounds as it if could have emerged from those waves only after a thousand years of what she has convinced herself is the only viable reality….

Goodbye us.

I do sort of wonder what she’ll make of this, if she follows the YouTube thread…

Goodbye us?

8 thoughts on “THE DREAM? IT WENT THATAWAY….(Found in the Connection: Rattling Loose End #115)

  1. I’m a bit envious of anyone who’s just heard Roy’s voice for the first time, and also amused by what he would say about her interpretation while, in a manner of speaking, tearing her a new one.

    For instance, would he bother explaining how much the Platters had influenced him?

    • Wow. Another great link. Those guys really know their stuff.

      And I think Roy was probably at least as sensitive as you or me…So my guess is that if he heard of his music being perceived that way, he’d just break right down and cry.

      (I didn’t even mention that the next record she discovered was “Be Bop A Lula,” which she also loved….because it just made my mind melt. Suddenly, all I could hear was Michelle Williams in Me Without You, screaming “I can’t bear it!”)

      • Bless your heart for even attempting to read how “She’s the girl in the red blue jeans” is some sort of code about skin pigment. Or something. (Just brainstorming here.)

        Your quote from Me Without You brings another funny one (in this light) to mind: “And she knows the Clash!” Doesn’t part of you just want to throw easily misinterpreted lyrics like “White Riot” at bigots, purely out of morbid, comical curiosity about the reaction?

        ‘Cause honestly, people such as the adrift little broad in question say more about themselves than anyone black (or any actual song).

  2. For better or worse I’m past my morbidly curious phase (it lasted a while, I’ll tell ya’)…But I do hope she’ll discover the Platters at some point. I’d be willing to seek out another white nationalist to follow for reference sake if it’d save a soul!

    Think I’m gonna add Songcraft to my blogroll BTW, next time I get around to updating. Every little bit helps.

    • If you enjoy interviews with songwriters as much as I do, these Brits (link below) are easily on par with the Songcraft guys. Browsing through their episodes yields some great stuff, starting about three pages in, going backward in time: interviews with Mann/Weil, Lamont Dozier, Neil Sedaka, Mike Stoller, Paul Williams, Jackie DeShannon (I’ve already linked you to that one, I think), Van Dyke Parks, Jimmy Webb and Jeff Barry — who’s nearly as “inventive” about the Shangs as Morton was. Well, when you can understand what he’s saying. It’s probably the worst recorded episode of the bunch, due to a bad phone line or something.

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