Friday, September 9, 2016

"You gave the best you had to give...."




What does it really feel like to have “nothing left to lose”? Each of us reaches the point where we’ve got “nothing left to lose” at some time or other in our lives. Some of us are aware when we’ve reached there - most of us are blissfully unaware. And though some of us recover, a good many of us never do.

I have learned, very painfully and slowly, that during our lifetime, we rarely know or are able to admit the things we stake our lives for. And when those things have sucked the life out of us, we are just hollow shells left with ‘nothing left to lose’. Some of us crumple and perish; others fill the hollow shell with something or other, and try again. Chillingly, most of us don’t even know what is going on, or why we feel so empty.

You gave the best you had to give
You only have one life to live
You fought so hard you were a slave
After all you gave there was nothing left to save

You’ve got nothing left to lose (you’ve got nothing left to lose…)
No, you’ve got nothing left to lose (who’d want to be standing in your shoes?)

So what then? “Beware of what controls you?” Yea, but more accurately, “Beware of what you want, because you cannot control it - it will control you.”. That’s how it is with us. “Desire” becomes “want”, and “want” becomes “need” and then “need” becomes “need more and more forever and ever”. We think that getting what we want makes us happy; actually, it often sucks us dry. The happiness of fulfilled desires, at least this side of eternity, comes with a “use before” date. After the fleeting happiness dries up, our (fulfilled) desires leave within our souls a yawning abyss of emptiness - a bottomless pit. We can cave in. Implode.

How are we to know what it is that controls us, though? Surprisingly, and chillingly, these things that control us are not always bad things. They are things that started out good, but then became cannibalistic dragons that prey on us.

And what is life like, under the control of things we thought we are in control of? It’s the lust of the chase, usually unaware. It’s going through life actually waiting for the cards to fall right. One card, then we wait for another, the lust is in our hearts and we are full of the deadly thrill of waiting for the next card. We don’t know when it’s time to stop. No number of friendly cards is going to be enough until it’s too late to see what it’s done to us. Until we have ‘nothing left to lose’…..and ‘everything to gain’.

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When I first heard the band we know as “The Alan Parsons Project”, I was intrigued. It was 1987, I was still a 10th grader, school wasn't over yet and I loved the music. A little later I heard a rumour, half true, that Alan Parsons had been Pink Floyd’s “lights boy”.  Of course I fell for that one - hey. I was just 16! It wasn’t hard to throw me. The half truth is that Parsons was, in fact, Pink Floyd’s recording engineer, not their “lights boy”.

More bits of the Alan Parsons story trickled in over the years - I learned he’s worked for Al Stewart, Ambrosia, and many other acts. Wikipedia credits him with being responsible for the grandstanding saxophone solo in Al Stewart’s top money-spinner “Year Of The Cat”, but this is not a corroborated story. Pink Floyd credited him with a very significant contribution to their most bearable LP Dark Side Of The Moon ’73. The arcane aura in Pink Floyd’s essential sound also permeates The Alan Parsons Project’s music, but whereas it works well for The Project, enhancing their motif sound, in Pink Floyd’s case, at least to my ears, it just sounds like unmitigated doom without any meaningful context. However, this is something that I realised only much later, just like the picture slowly coming to life when all the bits make sense.

Pink Floyd apparently invited Alan Parsons back in ’75 to oversee their next LP Wish You Were Here, but he refused their invite, choosing instead to form The Project with Eric Woolfson, a songwriter he had met during the Dark Side Of The Moon days.

I’d always wondered why the group called themselves The Alan Parsons “Project” – but now it makes complete sense. In its 70s-80s avatar, The Project was nothing more than a core creative duo (Parsons and Woolfson) with musicians Stuart Elliott (drums), David Paton (bass) and Ian Bairnson (guitar). They had a host of vocalists from time to time - Lenny Zakatek, Chris Rainbow, Colin Blunstone, and Elmer Gantry most often. Consequently, the songs were just set pieces that were not played live. I heard that the later incarnation post 2000, called The Alan Parsons Live Project, are essentially a live band, who do play the old songs live. But it’s quite revelatory to know that the songs we loved from The Project might never have been played live…..

“Nothing Left To Lose” is the fourth part of an ambitious 16-minute title track from The Project’s LP The Turn Of A Friendly Card ’80. This is a tidy little ‘concept’ LP, with only mild edges of what we used to call ‘prog-rock’. The obvious reference to card-playing in the title would seem (at least to me) to be an euphemism, an analogy, for our obsession with the disordered loves in our lives. You can think of the entire LP as a chronicle of how these disordered loves wreck us. “Nothing Left To Lose” is the culmination of the story. As far as the storytelling goes, the LP is competent if not brilliantly creative. As far as the music goes, it’s coherent but perhaps a little too accessible. Even so, there is an arcane tinge, not entirely without charm, to many of the songs which might lead some to think of the whole thing as a pretty little watercolour.

If you like your ‘prog-rock’ with a soft touch, picturesque, accessible and at least a bit of charm (as I do), you will like The Turn Of A Friendly Card (as I do). As it is, The Project, in my opinion, never did anything better. Later LPs had either more froth than substance (too easy), or too much orchestral pretension. The Turn Of A Friendly Card is the leanest Project LP with the surest touch, if you like it said that way.

The 16-minute title track "The Turn Of A Friendly Card" takes up the entire second side in the original releases of the LP. The track consists of 5 segued songs - the title song (two parts – the second is a reprise), the songs “Snake Eyes” and “Nothing Left To Lose”, and instrumental “The Ace Of Swords”. The track begins with Part 1, where the gambit is laid out – a grim picture of people in chains on “a wheel in perpetual motion”, “who belong to all races and play out the games with no show of an outward emotion” – presumably a reference to how oblivious we are to things that control us; in this specific case, card-playing. “Snake Eyes”, the next song, is an enjoyable rocker, with its insistent cry “Just one minute more, give me just one minute more” – the typical and constant refrain of an addict. The instrumental “The Ace of Swords” is the battle, the game, on which everything depends. “Nothing Left To Lose” administers the last rites to the inevitable loss of the battle and the war, and Part 2 of “The Turn Of A Friendly Card” closes out the LP.

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Analysis aside, I’ve never been able to listen to “Nothing Left To Lose” as merely a good song (which it surely is). It always touches an emotional nerve.

Perhaps it’s associated with a time in my past that I remember feeling well at heart. It’s true, you know - there aren’t too many times in my life when I remember feeling well. I heard it in 1989 which is a year I remember very fondly - very fondly indeed.

Perhaps it’s the most satisfying Alan Parsons Project track I’ve ever heard - and it kind of came unheralded from left field to get to that place. I say this because it completes the story of its LP quite potently, both lyrically and musically. I would recommend that it be heard within its context of the five-song suite on the LP to get what I’m saying here and also get the full force of what the song is all about.

The accordion solo in the song sets off emotions within me - emotions that I find are frequently associated with warm-hued sunsets, or with the dappled sunlight of early evening. There has always been something about the accordion that does this to me and leaves me a little tender and dewy-eyed. I am susceptible - like the solo in Simon & Garfunkel’s “The Boxer”, or the warm, rich, enveloping backdrop in Bruce Hornsby’s “The River Runs Low” - and the solo in “Nothing Left To Lose”.

Clearly portraying what it is to be shown tender kindness when you’ve got nothing left to lose, and are playing for life – this is what the song really does for me, both musically and lyrically. It speaks the hard truths - regret, coming to one’s senses after the madness - as delicately and refreshingly as possible.

Scornful thoughts that fly your way
You should turn away,
‘Cause there’s nothing more to say

The dawn of reason lights your eyes
With the key you realise
To the kingdom of the wise

As the music in “Nothing Left To Lose” draws to its end, it morphs into a reprise of the harder rock motifs of the LP – the riffs of “Snake Eyes” and “I Don’t Wanna Go Home”, to close out the LP musically. I somehow sensed this would happen when I heard it for the first time, and so it turns out…..sweet fulfillment.

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I’ve kept the most chilling part of the whole tale to the end.

We often are unaware or unable to acknowledge that when we’ve lost everything there is to lose, life dissolves into a nothingness that is actually, curiously a-spiritual and amoral. In one sense we’re back to where we started, but in another sense, there is either “everything to gain” by continuing, or…..not.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained
No more lingering doubt remained
Nothing sacred or profane
Everything to gain
Cause you've nothing left…….

There is freedom when there’s nothing left to lose, but it might be a very deceptive freedom – like how we still, rather uselessly, are still able to choose when there are no options left.

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Click here to listen to the entire 16-minute Side B track on the LP.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

"But 'don't look back in anger', I hear you say..."



“Don’t Look Back In Anger” almost bleeds a distinct, sharpish edge of self-justification and emotive sadness - typical of its time.

The lyrics seem to be an explanation, but we still don’t understand. The explanation fails. It’s inadequate. It’s unclear what they explain and to whom the explanation is being offered - it also seems unsolicited. Further, the whole thing seems devoid of context - rather like one of those Tolkien tales where you can trust neither the sky above your head nor the earth below your feet, because neither actually exists. If all this weren’t enough, the explanation isn’t even a good one, because the words are utterly unequal to the task.

But there is intense, passionate, driving emotion. As an emotional statement it is ravishingly beautiful, innocent in its purity, tender in its teenage mawkishness and astonishingly vulnerably firm and strong as only adolescence can be.

Even so, why strive so hard to express something that one does not even possibly know, that no one asked about? That is without context?

I don’t know. And in this case, neither does the songwriter - he says that to this day he does not know what the song means.

People often write songs like “Don’t Look Back In Anger”, not knowing what they mean to say and not being able to say what they mean. It’s not unique in that predicament. In places it’s not even beautiful. It’s just a set of words. Disparate clumps of sentences.

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I heard “Wonderwall” sometime in 1996 and somehow I knew immediately that something bigger and more definitive was waiting in the wings - that moment of legend was gonna be here any time now.  Then I thought “Champagne Supernova” was it. It was only a bit later that I heard “Don’t Look Back In Anger” and looking back, it’s safe to say they’ve never done anything remotely of this calibre either before or after.

Looking at the song now, it seems unmistakably redolent of The Beatles, very closely resembling “Let It Be” which has the same intense, passionate, vulnerable, driving emotion and a very closely similar chord structure. Still, all things considered, apart from being a kind of pathbreaking inspiration and apart from Ringo’s ride drumming, “Let It Be” is, admittedly, a somewhat lesser thing. I can’t believe I just said that but I can’t take it back and be fair at the same time.

It’s sweet, sweet – to see tributes to the Beatles in the 90s, as charming as any that McCartney might have written, or as hard-hitting as Lennon might have. It is also rare.

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At the end of everything, there is a throbbing sadness about songs like this which is so indelibly associated with adolescence. The lingering aftertaste is that of not being able to explain anything even though one has tried and after all the words (just like I’m doing right now……..)

Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows if it`s night or day

Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain`t ever gonna burn my heart out

So Sally can wait, she knows it’s too late as we`re walking on by
Her soul slides away, but “don`t look back in anger”, I hear you say

I know I’m going to wish I never said it but I found something very comforting in the wall of sound in the song – organ, guitars and drums; but most especially in the chord structure. I can remember feeling how I couldn’t explain, how I was being misunderstood, and how I could take comfort in the loneliness of not being able to explain, and in the beauty of a chord structure. Even after I’d worked it out and then played it a hundred times, I never lost anything by playing it one more time. And I wish I could sing like that – maybe I could if I tried.

Okay….I’ve said enough; there is a time when one does things like write songs with no context, no overarching story, and are just beautiful sentences strung together, but which only explain by failing to explain, and which make a coherent stand in their stammering incoherence. “Don’t look back in anger”, though, like the song says – “AT LEAST NOT TODAY”. There will be a day when it all comes back to you…….but don’t wait up for it – that’s the best way to meet it.

None of this makes any sense, does it? Ah yes but it does….and if you aren’t catching it then go do the daily crossword….nothing left here to say. It’s okay if you don’t understand – it must be me and the way I say it. Not your fault.

But won't you listen anyway? Mawkish, yes. Bumbling, yes. Incoherent, yes. But won't you listen among those crashing chords.....to the absolute horror behind Noel's howling guitar at the end of the lead solo - on the A minor G F chords....maybe the music will explain what the words cannot....and you'd have done a noble thing.....listening to that which is failing to be said. That's how adolescence is. You want someone to listen, but sometimes no one actually does.

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Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don`t you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you`d never been
All the things that you`ve seen
Will slowly fade away

So I start the revolution from my bed
Cos you said the brains I have went to my head
Step outside the summertime`s in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain`t ever gonna burn my heart out

So Sally can wait, she knows its too late as we`re walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don`t look back in anger I hear you say

Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows if it`s night or day
Please don`t put your life in the hands
Of a Rock n Roll band
Who`ll throw it all away

So I start the revolution from my bed
Cos you said the brains I have went to my head
Step outside the summertime`s in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain`t ever gonna burn my heart out

So Sally can wait, she knows its too late as we`re walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don`t look back in anger I hear you say

Don`t look back in anger
Don`t look back in anger
Don`t look back in anger
At least not today