Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Let me bring you songs from the wood, to make you feel much better than you could know

There was package on my doorstep when I got home from work last Friday.

It was a birthday present from my Dad. Several CDs, mostly albums that were heavily rotated during my youth in the 70s, including one album I have not heard in, like 25 years:

Jethro Tull. Songs from the Wood.

I didn’t bother to change out of my work clothes or even take off my heels. I went right to the stereo, put it on, and cranked it up reeeeeal loud.

So I’m standing there in the middle of the room, totally blissing out on the awesomeness of this expertly remastered musical artifact, when Spooney walks in, regarding me with amusement.

“Isn’t this awesome?” I yell.

“Are you kidding me?” he yells back, “It’s like Spinal Tap. Only not funny.”


Okay, I have to admit that it is a great deal like a dead-serious Spinal Tap, but that doesn’t mean it’s not fucking wicked awesome as well.

But let me tell you, even though he is only four years younger, there is a world of difference between the class of '79 and the class of '83. And I get that. I do. Hell, the first thing I did when I went to college was throw out all my rock-n-roll records and start listening to Talking Heads, and Elvis Costello, and the B-52s and Devo and every other group we called "New Wave."

But back to the Tull. For those of you not familiar, and if you’re under 40 there’s no reason on earth why you should be, Songs from the Wood was one of those glorious high-concept albums of the 70s, the concept being, in a nutshell: we’re medieval/renaissance minstrals – except we rock!

Oh, babies, the things I did. The sex, the drugs, the inebriated driving, the vandalism, the concerts I went to but don’t remember, the close calls with the cops, and all set to soundtracks like SFTW:
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north.
There lies your reputation and all that you're worth.
Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
And the long grass blows in the evening cool.
And August's rare delight may be April's fool.
But think not of that, my love,I'm tight against the seam.
And I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green.
Now I may tell you that it's love and not just lust.
And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust.

Who knew, one day, I would look back on those days with the same kind of gentle longing that my mother used to express about sock hops and Elvis?


Hill said...

It's funny that you should post about this. Cannon and I had our first "We are turning into our parents" moment a couple of weeks ago in Miami. We wet into a club where the music was late nineties hip-hop and the crowd was all late twenties/earlythirties and was wonderfully chill. We walked in and were like, "Thank GOD they're not playng the crap that's on the radio these days!" Yikes...

RandyLuvsPaiste said...

Ok, I'm 9 days older than Spooney, so it's safe to say we're the same generation. He busts on me for my prog-rock past, but that stuff is the soundtrack to my formative years. While I'm sooooo glad I can never go back in time and re-live, it is good to remember the music that helped get you through it all.
Keep up the Tull, Vikki.
(Randy's dirty little secret...before every show since I was 21, right before I go onstage, I listen to "In The Cage Medley" by Genesis, either the Three Sides Live or the Second's Out version)

vikkitikkitavi said...

Hill, it only gets worse.

Randy, Gabriel-led Genesis is the ONLY Genesis.

Jess said...

Dude, put on "Come Sail Away" and watch the look of utter joy that comes over Spooney's face. Dude doesn't have a leg to stand on.

Spooney said...

In my defense: That's only if I'm shit-faced, then it's like "Come Sail Away - oh yeah, bring it on!"

vikkitikkitavi said...

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

I seem to recall that I was RIDICULED by a certain SPOONEY for my Styx-lovin' youth.

What the fuck gives, Spoon-man?

Jess said...

HA HAH! Spooney, you've been caught loving STYX!

If you can bring this up on your computer: http://channel101.com/shows/view.php?media_id=1430

Then you must watch it.

vikkitikkitavi said...

pretty fuckin funny