February 24, 2016

Guitar George

I have always learned the meaning of words in context. If I read some word in a book whose meaning I didn't understand, I wasn't one of those who'd rush to the dictionary to figure out what it meant.

I'd look at the sentence, get a rough idea, and move on. While this helped me greatly when I was giving my GRE, it did lead to the occasional misunderstanding of words. For the longest time, for instance, I used to think that 'pristine' meant 'beautiful' or 'serene' or some such. I used to also think that 'prolific' meant 'excellent'. Only later was I to realize that prolific meant productive.

That word, though, is not necessarily a trait that makes for great artists. Indeed, it could be argued that 'prolific', like 'popular', can often be used to filter commercial 'sell-outs' from 'real' artists. Mark Knopfler, however, is a man who's managed to be both prolific and popular, while still making music that has soul.

(Fair warning: When I like someone, I tend to fawn over them. This post is a long, drool-filled gushfest.)

Most people know of Knopfler as the late-70s/early-80s artist who insisted on wearing hideous headbands while writing gems like Money For Nothing and Sultans of Swing with Dire Straits.

Christ.

Those who haven't been following him might be unaware of just how much good music his solo career has produced, or that his latest album came out just last year (2015). And that album is as much of a gem as any of his previous ones.

I have a good friend from high school who once asked me if I'd heard this song called "Boom, like that" by Knopfler. This was back in college, and I sort of knew who he was, because even back then I was a fan of Dire Straits. But "fan" meant I knew Brothers in Arms and Sultans of Swing. So I checked out the song, and to say I was impressed would be an understatement. If you haven't, you should check it out. The song is about Ray Kroc, the man who attained considerable infamy while amassing a considerable fortune making McDonald's the world's biggest fast food joint.

Of course, being Indian, I had no context about who Ray Kroc was, and learned so much about him through the song, which is also an indication of how good the song is. It's full of wonderful lyrics, including some quotes by Kroc himself. For instance, "competition, send em' south / they're gonna drown, put a hose in their mouth" or "it's rat eat rat". That song kick started a journey of me listening to more and more of his music, a journey during which this, sort of, intellect, showed up everywhere.

It's hard to categorise his music. It isn't conventional rock n' roll. It isn't conventional country, or blues, or folk rock. It's sort of an "all of the above". His music is definitely not of the head banging variety. He mumbles his lyrics, his interactions with the crowd can be best described as 'polite', and, once, when his throat gave out, he played his songs sitting down and in between sips of tea.


None of this makes for 'cool rockstar' avatar, but that is exactly why he is so fucking cool.

He's one of those who you know would be a great guy to have a beer with. It's one criteria that I think men hold sacred when judging other men: would I like to sit down and have beer with him? This is different from how envious I might be towards someone, or how much I might respect their work. Someone only passes the criteria for potential-beer-mate if they are two things: a) interesting and b) not wearisome. Thus, for instance, I'd love to have beer with James May, but not so much with Clarkson. (Incidentally, some others on my good-beer-mate list are William Dalrymple, Gavin Harrison, Brian Cox, and my former CERN supervisor Hans Postema.)

Knopfler is an artist whom people go to watch live just for the music, not the theatrics, not the visuals, and not the pyrotechnics. I had the good fortune of catching him live in Geneva in 2011. It was also the first concert that I ever saw in  my life. I was so besotted by his music by then that the fact that he was touring with Bob Dylan may as well have been incidental for the 21-year-old me. That concert was exactly what I had hoped and imagined it would be. People tapping their feet, gently swaying and dancing on the spot, eyes half-closed, enjoying excellent music.

Music can do many things. It can help you deal with a breakup. It sings the words of your heart when you're in love. It can be cerebral exercise. It can help vent your anger (Sometimes, it can even be a source of anger). It could be sheer absurdity. At it's most compelling though, it is therapy. Really, no therapy quite compares to music because it makes poetry of what you're feeling. Mark Knopfler offers that therapy in spades. A big part of that is that he is one of the best storytellers in the world of music.

Jazz for the layman
Despite the considerable respect he commands for his fingerstyle guitar playing, he prefers to think of himself as a songwriter first. And most of his songs tell a story. Either about someone, something, some place, and, sometimes, even some feeling.

Devil Baby talks about our fascination with nature's 'marvels' by using the example of 'freak shows' which used to be popular in the United States and in Europe. This is a great article on their history, but basically they were a gathering of malformed humans put on display for the viewing pleasure of the masses.

See the pig faced man and the monkey girl
Come see the big fat lady
'Gator Slim with the alligator skin
Come see the Devil baby


He mentions Jerry Springer (Springer is a talker / he's the talking man) to make the point that we haven't lost our fascination with the foibles and misfortunes of other people even in the 21st century (reality TV for instance). Indeed, he says, nowadays people welcome opportunities to showcase their weirdness.

You can be on too
With the nuts and the geeks
Call 1-800-I'M A FREAK
1-800-I'M A FREAK


He ends with the lyrics Come be the Devil baby. Come, be the devil, reveal that dark, hidden side of yourself as you take pleasure in watching the unfortunates who will never have it as easy as you do.


Get Lucky is about this man who works seasonal blue-collar jobs and is happy if he can make ends meet.

I'm better with my muscles
Than I am with my mouth
I work the fairgrounds in the summer
And go pick fruit down south
 

When I feel them chilly winds
Where the weather goes, I'll follow
Pack up my travelling things
Go with the swallows


Knopfler's soft, soothing voice is perfect for this song. In a matter-of-fact voice that shows no drama, he says,

I always think it's funny,
Gets me every time.
The one about the happiness and money,
Tell it to the breadline.

As J.K. Rowling said in her Harvard commencement address, poverty itself is romanticised only by fools. Try convincing the people standing in line outside a soup kitchen that money doesn't buy happiness.

The amazing thing, though, is that this is not an essay that he's writing. It isn't an exposition carefully explaining the nuances and intricacies of his viewpoint over 3000 words. It's just a song! He manages to convey so much in a couple of verses and a chorus or two, that you almost feel like you know the person.

And there are just endless examples of such songwriting. In Who's Your Baby Now, he is talking to a prostitute. This song was where I learned that prostitution is also called The Ancient Trade. The prostitute in question is a formerly-cocky, arrogant woman beaten into submission by life's trials. She now sells her body to earn a living, but still can't get by.

You always had to be the kind
To have to say what's on your mind
And hey, you really showed 'em how
 

You used to laugh about
How you used to dish it out
But hey, who's laughing now


You can almost see this woman's past. You can visualise her cock-sure manner, her lack of mental filter as she breezed through life with her well-practiced half-sneer always on call. And yet, you can also see her present. That constant pit in her stomach, the anxiety about where she'll get her next meal from. That bottomless abyss of her having to live with the choices she made. The choices which lead to her having the tag of 'sex worker' attached to her.

There's Speedway at Nazareth about a race car driver. I actually was part of a team that built race cars in college, and this song was a delight to discover. The song starts with the optimism that exists at the start of a new season.

After two thousand came two thousand and one
To be the new champions we were there for to run
From springtime in Arizona 'til the fall in Monterrey
And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought
'em all the way


But, unfortunately, the season doesn't go as planned and they constantly manage to fail one way or the other, leading to things like him having to drive "Long Beach, California, with three cracked vertebrae", and just how cut-throat and all-consuming automobile racing can get:

Well the brickyard's there to crucify anyone who will not learn
I climbed a mountain to qualify, went flat through the turns
But I was down in the might-have beens, and an old pal good as died
And I sat down in gasoline alley and I cried


The song ends on a positive note though, with them finally doing alright:

New England, Ontario we died in the dirt
Those walls from mid-Ohio to Toronto they hurt
So we came to road America where we burned up the lake
But at the speedway at Nazareth I made no mistake


Then there's Baloney Again the lyrics for which, in their entirety (yeah, sorry, I couldn't help myself), are here:

We don't eat in no white restaurants
We're eating in the car
Baloney again, baloney again
We don't sleep in no white hotel bed
We're sleeping in the car, baloney again
You don't strut around in these country towns
You best stay in the car
Look on ahead don't stare around
You best stay where you are
You're a long way from home, boy
Don't push your luck too far
Baloney again

 
Twenty-two years we've sung the word
Since nineteen thirty-one
Amen, I say amen
Now the young folk want to praise the Lord
With guitar, bass and drums, amen
Well I'll never get tired of Jesus
But it's been a heavy load
Carrying His precious love
Down a long dirt road
We're a long way from home
Just let's pay the man and go
Baloney again


The Lord is my sheperd
He leadeth me in pastures green
He gave us this day
Our daily bread and gasoline
Go under the willow
Park her up beside the stream
Shoulders for pillows
Lay down your head and dream
Shoulders for pillows
Lay down your head and dream


The song is about this black gospel group called the Fairfield Four, that used to tour in Tennessee, back in the 50s. So, while they're committed to spreading the Lord's word, they are also constantly alert and wary of the white folk, looking to not cause any trouble. I adore the lyric "shoulder for pillows". You can imagine those guys curling up and resting with their elbows tucked under their heads, because that's as comfortable as it gets for them, and it just is what it is.

Actually, he explained all this on Parkinson. You should check out the whole thing for yourself,just to realize how humble this man still is today.



One of my absolute favorites is A Place Where We Used To Live. Absolute, absolute, aching beauty.

Once there was a little girl
Used to wonder what she would be
Went out into the big wide world
Now she's just a memory
There used to be a little school here
Where I learned to write my name
But time has been a little cruel here
Time has no shame


The song, at least to me, is about this couple who were childhood sweethearts, who've since broken up and moved on with their lives.

Now in another town
You lead another life
And now upstairs and down
You're someone else's wife
Here in the dust
There's not a trace of us
Everything is gone
But my heart is hanging on 


The song ends with a little guitar ditty that is so freaking fantastic. I hate the fact that it's only about 30 seconds long. Mark really makes the guitar sing throughout this song, but that ending is something special.

This kind of songwriting just doesn't come by very often. And this is one of the reasons why I'm thankful that Mark never had his fill of the music world, but is instead still actively writing music and touring even today. And thankful that music is alive and well even today.