Serendipity and the large music collection

Back when I was a student, I bought records (yes, I'm that old) very sparingly, which meant that I played each one many times, and knew most of the songs pretty well. There's still a few songs that take me time travelling whenever I hear them because they're indelibly part of that time. Bon Marley's No Woman, no Cry is one of those. Others I've moved on from completely and wonder what the deal was (looking at you, Jethro Tull's Broadsword and the Beast).  Either way, they all got a good airing and a chance to be well assimilated.

These days, with a larger disposal income, I buy a lot more music, and still enjoy it thoroughly. But it does mean that sometimes I buy something, listen to it once or twice, sometimes while doing something else - the soundtrack to the writing of this piece is Dylan's beautiful Not dark yet - and the result is that I don't really know what I've got.

Six years ago I bought volume 8 of the Dylan Bootleg Series, Tell Tale Signs. It must have been one of those albums that I didn't play much before putting on the careful alphabetised shelf. (Everyone alphabetises their CDs, right?) That's the only conceivable explanation for me not noticing that the album contains an absolute pearler of a song in Red River Shore. This is one of Dylan's great songs - yes, it's really up with Tangled up in Blue or All Along the Watchtower.

In form this is a standard ballad, with 16 verses rhyming the 2nd and 4th lines. Eight of them rhyme 'shore', and it's always effortless - none of the awkwardness 'like a bird that flew/tangled up in blue' here. (Though all the other rhymes in Tangled up in Blue are excellent.) At first blush it's thematically a standard ballad too, being a tale of love long lost. But there aren't too many folk standards that begin

Some of us turn off the lights and we live
In the moonlight shooting by
Some of us scare ourselves to death in the dark
To be where the angels fly

That's the crux of the song right there - a reflection on opportunities passed up. There's a very nice essay by Chris Gregory here, so I'll spare you the rest of my analysis.

But it'd be wrong to imply that the song works only because of its lyrics. The music is wonderful, building from a simple beginning to a lovely Tex-Mex ensemble piece. In particular, Augie Meyers deserves a name check, because his accordion work on this song is just beautiful.

You can listen to it here. You're welcome.


Red River Shore

Some of us turn off the lights and we live
In the moonlight shooting by
Some of us scare ourselves to death in the dark
To be where the angels fly

Some of us turn off the lights and we live
In the moonlight shooting by
Some of us scare ourselves to death in the dark
To be where the angels fly

Pretty maids all in a row lined up
Outside my cabin door
I've never wanted any of 'em wanting me
Except the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I sat by her side and for a while I tried
To make that girl my wife
She gave me her best advice and she said
Go home and lead a quiet life

Well, I been to the east and I been to the west
And I been out where the black winds roar
Somehow though I never did get that far
With the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I knew when I first laid eyes on her
I could never be free
One look at her and I knew right away
She should always be with me

Well, the dream dried up a long time ago
Don't know where it is anymore
True to life, true to me
Was the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I'm wearing the cloak of misery
And I've tasted jilted love
And the frozen smile upon my face
Fits me like a glove

Well, I can't escape from the memory
Of the one I'll always adore
All those nights when I lay in the arms
Of the girl from the Red River shore

Well, we're living in the shadows of a fading past
Trapped in the fires of time
I've tried not to ever hurt anybody
And to stay out of the life of crime

And when it's all been said and done
I never did know the score
One more day is another day away
From the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I'm a stranger here in a strange land
But I know this is where I belong
I'll ramble and gamble for the one I love
And the hills will give me a song

Though nothing looks familiar to me
I know I've stayed here before
Once a thousand nights ago
With the girl from the Red River shore

Well, I went back to see about her once
Went back to straighten it out
Everybody that I talked to had seen us there
Said they didn't know who I was talking about

Well, the sun went down on me a long time ago
I've had to pull back from the door
I wish I could have spent every hour of my life
With the girl from the Red River shore

Now I heard of a guy who lived a long time ago
A man full of sorrow and strife
That if someone around him died and was dead
He knew how to bring 'em on back to life

Well, I don't know what kind of language he used
Or if they do that kind of thing anymore
Sometimes I think nobody ever saw me here at all
Except the girl from the Red River shore

Oh, it's a 3

Here's a thought for the day: why do they publish answers to Sudoku puzzles?

Think about it - you either get them out or you don't. What possible use is it to be able to say 'oh, there's a 3 in that square'? Nothing about the provided solution helps you understand why there's a 3 there, or how to see that there should be a 3 there. It's just a 3.

Sudoku answers: file under 'inexplicable'.