A scuffle at the scaffold with skiffle playing

Skiffle was a little before my time. What you see in Them Blinkin’ Jets is that, despite choosing an approach and a title that superficially reflect skiffle, a poem emerges that relies on its own pattern to tell its story. Here the device is in the ‘sendin jets’ line whereas surely a skiffle group would feel compelled to put the title to good use. Subtlety is not a byword for skiffle.

The ‘endin jets’ pattern falls down in any case on that ‘that’s us end in jets’ line; clumsy enough to draw the listener’s attention to the device. A real no-no.
Here though it’s just a matter of editing. The stanza would then read

Pose for a product that costs like a planet
breaks the sound barrier by request
worth the existing infrastructure
lets us end in jets

I know there’s risk here because one could read too literally into what or how it ‘lets us end in jets’. Perhaps one cannot invoke the ‘being allowed to/being given permission to’ element without it distracting or detracting from the rest of the message.
But ‘thats us end in jets’ will never fly

Let’s try another approach

Pose for a product that costs like a planet
breaks the sound barrier by request
worth the existing infrastructure
intents end in jets

Too dramatic and not what I was thinking of so

Pose for a product that costs like a planet
breaks the sound barrier by request
worth the existing infrastructure
interests end in jets

Did I hear you say skiffle

Whether skiffle has been supplanted, it maintains its place in music history. The part that I consider interesting to visit is the combination of popular musical forms played on homemade instruments. As a lyricist I’ll take a wild stab and say that much of the comic styling of the song’s narrative is dictated by the quirky makeshift sounds emanating therefrom.

If we are to be topical then I think Jetstream encompasses mountainites concern about passenger jets and the purchase of costly warplanes at a time of supposed budget emergency. I have my doubts as to whether this is good skiffle material as there is generally a jollity that makes those whistles and whatnot work. Well let’s see

Whup no, jet stream is something else and I don’t have a good defining word to keep me interested in the subject of jets.

Them Blinkin’ Jets

We don't regret
We never forget
We don't like to bet
we'll send jets
It's cost us a packet
it's a bit of a racket
and we're in that bracket

Every refusenik has to refuel
he's the kind to be cruel
aviator goggles an avatar that giggles
ascending jets 

Pose for a product that costs like a planet
breaks the sound barrier by request
worth the existing infrastructure
that's us end in jets

No secrets that can't be mapped
Recruits who can't be trapped
strapped in for stretches of time

 

Leaving the Country

I think it’s time we left the towns of ten thousand people to decide whether the lack of verse-chorus disqualifies Who was that at the Drive-in? as country rock. It can’t be the melding of life in a sparse rural community with American Graffitti cool nor the simple narrative detailing this setting and all that happens or happened during a typical night at the drives. Country rock would line up pick up trucks in the US and Sandman panelvans here and not try to be clever with valiants (a relatively obscure term) and ‘Ford thinkers’ who are not analogous with forward thinkers.

We’re not pandering to a non- country rock crowd so trust that the Aussie contingent at least, knows that God Save the Queen was the national anthem played before the first film was screened.

The ‘rest pause inbetween’ conflates a strained social convergence in the men’s room, with long forgotten scraps of conversation, with what would now be the push of a button and conceivably shorter in duration.

The sexual reference is just the right amount of nudge nudge wink wink considered tolerable and worthy of the M or MA rating.

The most difficult ask is rendering a poem into country rock, without a catchy chorus and only a near rhyme to finish.

C#nt re: rock

I’ve listened to enough country rock to think I have to attempt its easy rollin’ style. It is more down the line than alt country or cowpunk but precedes them in suggesting ways to move from trad country.

One aspect of country life for me growing up was the way that the local drive-in was the place to go. This has vanished now but it doesn’t make the time any less real and plucking an event or object from the past to use for a song is legitimate.

So here’s my country rock contribution

Who was that at the Drive-in?

Valiants aod Ford thinkers
Lined up next to speakers
This was the place to have been
When God still saved the Queen

In blankets in the back seat
with no chance to repeat
deal with dialogue as it descends

Intermission meant a mission out to the canteen
with rest pause inbetween
placed behind parents with our pillows
for the following feature 

Oblivious to the blind gropings of starting couples
occuring in other cars
Not across in front behind
no reason to remind

Who was that at the drive-in
last night
Who viewed the founding of legend
under the stars and moonlight
Who was that arriving
 late
forgetting to replace on the stand

Again with the Cowpunk

The problem with the previous effort is that what starts out being a mildly novel take on the naming of US states, the roadtrip song, and ends up sounding more like the cross between an oily crooner and a fratboy than anything cowpunk could throw up.

That doesn’t mean we need to abandon this taxing subject. It’s just sometimes not the best move to be led by the pun.

Folk is interested in the plight of the commoner when the rich are not paying their share and punk is angry at the system. Country could certainly canvass the application of tax on fresh food since their audience are the growers.

Is there more of a rootin’ tootin’ angle to take on tax? It’s not the most promising subject since no one wants to be reminded why they’re already so down when they’re getting down.

Very Taxing Times

They tax the air
of my despair
The circled oircus isn't fair
These are very taxing times

They tax the packs
of fictive acts
suggestive tracts
selective facts

They take a part of every art
chart the ads add to the cart
saw before it starts to smart
Very taxing times 

They press the button get their cut in
on the lam dressed as mutton
shoulders back and suck your gut in
Very taxing times

They leave some figures at your door
Accounts amount a numbered score
saying you'll be paying more
in these very
taxing times


 

Cowpunk

Tempering the maudlin and sentimental of country and the snottiness and aggro of punk while bursting with its own energy, this is a form to be reckoned with.

Let’s fit in the constraints of our former approach of letting outside events choose our subject matter or inspiration for a song. For instance, taxes are in the news. Another ‘great big new tax’ but lets just play with this idea

Start with a couplet

They tax us in Texas We never a tenner see in Tennesee

and then you just somehow build

I let a lass go in Alaska in the end Idaho

 

 

Alt who goes there

I Can’t Be Scene 2 could be alt-country because it uses familiar heartbreak territory from traditional country and blends it with imagery a little wilder and at turns whimsical.

Alt-rock is exemplified in It’s Your Loss

See if you agree

I Can’t Be Scene 2

I can be the opening shot
on some as yet empty lot
I can draw you out or I can draw you in
beg something big for the chance to begin

But I can't be scene 2
fall apart
I can't be scene 2
 return to start

I can advance the plot
 be something that I'm not
Emerge unscathed with this demiurge 
the hour is now a powers purge 

[Chorus]
I can stem the tide I can stop the rot
  and more besides what have you got
Place the case inside the zone
 A catalyst to call my own

[Chorus]



It’s Your Loss

If you'd led with your head
What you've said given cred
But now you're stuck with this instead
    It's your loss
 
If you pulled apart the stop and start
 The dearth of earth as sudden art
 Certain that was the pertinent part
   Well it's your loss 

In describing the bribing of those still subscribing
 to the pitch of the rich how they're arriving
  at first in best served survival
     there's always a cost
        and it's your loss

As those you love have moved above
The ebb and flow the push and shove
Foot in mouth goes hand in glove
           your loss
              it's

 

Americana flagged

What is it that bounds Alabama Shakes with the Grateful Dead? I’m not going to pretend I understand the distinction between Americana and alt country but it’s big right now. And it has been the ground for some great artists and songs.

There are some bands like The Knitters that I’m happy to be reminded of. And seeing them here is going to make me want to get at least a sample of Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

While the name suggests that it, by definition, represents gathered cultural facts and observations about life in America, there is its further description of incorporating a mix of roots styles, which can – and inevitably do – leave the shores of the continental United States.

With all this hoeing going down, I’m ready to write another rural piece. What’s another piece of my childhood I can coopt? Well, while it’s not the experience of every farm kid, we had a bren gun carrier we used to play on.

We converted it to a cubby; the coolest cubby yet

This isn’t a story or experience that I’ve wanted to put into song as it is awesome all within itself. In fact most of the memorable tales from living on the farm were meant to be in that form; a simple retelling.

If we’re going to focus less on significant occurences and more on impressions then we stray from Americana I’d venture.

Roots music, even a combination thereof, suggests – as with the previous genres we’ve canvassed – detailing a narrative, perhaps even one based on real events. I don’t think this narrative needs to be based on a ranch or in some forest for it to ring true as the music will convey the sense of the genre.

It’s debatable, in any case, if cubbies make the list of topics covered by Bruce Springsteen or Bruce Hornsby. Even if they once played in one.

I’m not familiar with Hornsby’s ouevre but the Boss is very strong on storytelling; that’s his base. He also ‘gives us permission’ to use urban themes.

The Band, too, write about their experiences on the road. At first I wondered about Beck’s inclusion then it made me realise his imagery may be colourful but its captured from life

II

It seems I’ve strayed from both current affairs and personal reflection in looking at what reasonably constitutes Americana. I don’t know if Dylan is Americana in some phases, folk in others and rock in still more. Certainly, pondering these distinctions for too long gets in the way of the writing.

Since I mentioned it last week, I’ll pitch Pitch

Pitch

Black marks across the page
Acute curls at some stage
Editing edicts becomes addictive
The selling point is this predictive

Players plural and all Plus One
Business baseness comes undone
Pour out upon the track
Looks like alack

Consumer condition connect
Prude pride protect
Tamp down stamp down in the clampdown
  and tinny tunes in a tame town

Wretches reach for riches
But they're too big for their britches
Carried out in stretches
Leaving us in stitches 
 with their pitch

 

Death mettle

When it comes to murder, there’s a number of genres and subgenres that find it as fascinating as the producers of film and television. Just as there is detective mystery and horror that deal with violent death in pulp novels, the Goths and emo kids signaled a desire to hear about the darker side of life and the death metal crowd wanted to feed the interest and morbid outlook.

It’s not something I have any great interest in and I’m known for dodging murder mysteries, cop shows and forensic series. If I see homicide as part of a story then I have no objection but tales that are built round it are just so plentiful.

Since the last entry, I have two songs Slew and Pitch that are being edited close together, three drafts of Bad Day at the Office, a rather dubious piece called Power to the Peephole, three or four other poems and just writing I Can’t Be Scene #2

Slew came about with the sudden realisation that there are the two meanings: past tense of slay and a big conglomeration of things. Pitch followed because of the quite clear multiplicity of meaning. It just so happens that Slew, because of its subject matter, has a few potential audiences.

Slew

A batch of butchers bitched and botched the act
Dumb down the damage peer through the cracks
The array have been arrested
displayed waylaid time tested
           Slew
            a slew
           Slew
The colour of killers collected
The squalor of skills selected
 For as you say slay
  is still in play

Knives drawn
see what's sawn
Gruesome how some grew
           Slew
            there's a slew

More do murder
scene and heard

Am I late annihilate
Ex tempo exterminate
Sassy mates assassinate
             the slew
            Slew

Genre jeopardy

The next question is “Can we work back from the song to determine genre or subgenre?” for you may want this ability if you’ve been contracted to perform Western Swing. I don’t recommend this approach for beginners but when one is writing complete songs without paying much heed to where they fit, it’s a handy skill to have.

Where would one place P.O.V? If you have an insight into its construction, as the writer has, one can see the impetus being the cinematic reference; perhaps some Media Studies coming in handy. Otherwise as a critic or theorist you could note that the song, as with much of this lyricist’s work, circles back around continually on the subject matter:  point of view.

You could then try to separate out the component pieces, the different POVs if you will. If its just to understand the tenor then this could be useful but, since I’ve usually bound up different meanings at each juncture so there are parallel readings, this reduces the options.

Style is less problematic. It’s enigmatic, impressionistic, revels in play on meaning. It is thus unlikely to be blues, jazz, folk, country, rock’n’roll. When it comes to mutant forms, definition is less clear. Assuming Captain Beefheart was working his sound from jazz rather than blues (it’s a distant cousin to rock and distant cousins, there’s a limited supply) Nonetheless, I’m going to make a captain’s call (brr) and say that P.O.V is either one of the many seventies on rock songs – probably eighties – or its electronic, experimental, New Wave, any of the genres that liked to wander off. Except that P.O.V doesn’t wander off. By balancing plates metaphorically speaking it stays more on point than songs with a conventional narrative structure.

There are plenty of individual artists who write in this fashion. Not possessing the same style so much but using the subject matter to drive the plurality rather than reigning in a title to our own purpose.

To do a really scientific analysis of the song you’d want data on the character of songs that end with a title chorus or with a title chorus that plays with the repetition by slightly varying it. You could go impossibly broad and look at the subset of songs with this rhyming structure or the internal rhythm; perhaps you’ll feel the need to consider both.

As to pinpointing what style, form or genre typically uses this pattern, it sits at the less whimsical end of punk-era pop perhaps. This is what I was listening to in my formative years. It sits at the Costello end of verbiage not the Iggy end. I don’t twist my puns to romantic purpose as much as El though. There’s often a cataclysmic clamour and that could come from Echo and the Bunnymen or any number of sources.

Hey, I wouldn’t presume to dictate where a song I’ve written ends up as there are all the musicians and singers and audience putting their energies into it. The Blue Velvets do a great version of Just Like Daddy and they’re a jazz trio