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

Subgenres at the ready

When I spoke frivolously about Bluegrass and Country being kissin’ cousins, turns out bluegrass is a subgenre of country: a kinda country if you will.

Knowing that may change the way you approach a form but it shouldn’t. Concentrate on mountain shacks and moonshine. Or bend your own theme to the hoedown.

Every genre has its subgenres with acid jazz and doom metal sharing the same musical planet with bebop and hair metal. The list is endless. Country morphs with the countryside, metal clangs to ponderous life, folk have common concerns but clashing credos that take greater precedence further down the road, rock as we’ve remarked before is capable of splitting itself so far that even its subgenres have subgenres of their own.

Do I think that there is much to take from this when writing the words to a song? This depends on how far you want to drill down. If you want a set full of sludge metal then there are songwriting approaches that will help.

To put this in perspective from my own songwriting journal. The pieces I wrote in the remainder of September (after I’d left the verandah) don’t show any signs of genre at any level. Regardless of size, some are poems and others lyrics but this isn’t always the upfornt intention.

It wouldn’t be wise to interrupt this process by pondering whether it’s hard rock

Here’s a rundown:

  • Practicality 7-8 / 9 / 2015
  • Probably Not 11-12 / 9 / 2015
  • [revised setlist]
  • draft piece with opening line ‘You look nice in that lawsuit’ 13 / 9/ 2015
  • The Same Set of Questions 14 / 9/ 2015
  • Returnable 17 / 9 / 2015
  • Could You Commit to Deluxe 17 / 9 / 2015
  • P.O.V. first version
  • P.O.V. second draft
  • P.O.V. third draft
  • Exclamation Marks 22 / 9 / 2015

Now admittedly I’m not writing these with genre in mind. These are from my exercise book and were written on the train. I’ve got two later pieces I wrote a couple of days ago and there was a conscious decision to go with the flow to the point of not making (immediate) sense. As the lines appear on the page you wonder what the purpose is  lo, sitting up in bed I can see actual songs emerge in second drafts for both. Just like that.

If the Muse can lead you through then you’re free to go in all directions and, unless you’re wedded to alt country, you’ll get more from it

In my tattered notebook I have a couple of solid formal pieces, I have the freedom to scribble in thoughts on stuff relevant to songs and singing and past pieces that work, a vague polemic, a poem that doesn’t work (yes, there’s the odd one) before hitting a song and spending a bit of time on it, which was P.O.V which I wrote the first draft for on the eighteenth, chorus on nineteenth (I think that’s a first, writing the chorus the following day), second draft also on the nineteenth probably on the train home, and third and final draft on the twentieth of September.

For your delectation – this time just the finished song

P.O.V

It's in our line of sight
It's finally come to light
Three sixty degrees
Far across the seas
Sees everything seize everything

 
We're not blind to the kind
 or what we expect to find
in corners of the mind
Are they reflected 
witness protected

In a mirrored mirage
   Objects enlarged
The power of purview
 Ask after askance and askew

From every angle perception dangles
In every direction scene selection

Some folks focus is hocus pocus
as like as loco at that locus

Get obsessed with what is best
  who is blessed
and all that is left to detest

If you track the tried and true
  even truths that tried
          and withdrew
Their P.O.V
There P.O.V
[repeat]