Showing posts with label Jason and the Argonauts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jason and the Argonauts. Show all posts

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Jason & the Argonauts: Issa's Sunday Service, #94






This week's feature on the Sunday Service, "Jason and the Argonauts" by XTC, isn't a straight out rocker, not a song you can cuddle up to, and is really hard to define.   A description from the blog "500 Songs" catches some of its quirkiness and mystery, but there is some other indefinable something about this tune.  First, make sure you crank the volume a bit.  And, since this blog feature is all about LitRock, there are the lyrics to consider:


Jason and the Argonauts

There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches I'll release

Oh, my head is spinning like the world and its filled with beasts I've seen,
Let me put my bag down and I'll tell you it all right from the start,
Like the scarlet woman who would pick on the boys she thought were green,
And the two faced man who made a hobby of breaking his wife's heart.

Seems the more I travel,
From the foam to gravel,
As the nets unravel,
All exotic fish I find like Jason and the Argonauts

There may be no Golden Fleece,
But human riches I'll release

I was in a land where men force women to hide their facial features,
And here in the west its just the same but they're using make-up veils.
I've seen acts of every shade of terrible crime from man-like creatures,
And I've had the breath of liars blowing me off course in my sails.

Seems the more I travel,
From the foam to gravel,
As the nets unravel,
All exotic fish I find like Jason and the Argonauts

There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches I'll release.

I have watched the manimals go by
Buying shoes, buying sweets, buying knives.
I have watched the manimals and cried
Buying time, buying ends to other peoples lives.

Jason and the Argonauts

There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches Ill release.

Jason and the Argonauts

There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches I'll release.


For me this is just another rock song copping another riff until verse 5.  Then lyrically it takes off.  Musically, it is a whole other furry beast.  Fortunately, there exists an extended explanation by the lyricist and driving force of XTC, Andy Partridge, who unpacks the song, musically and lyrically, here in a fascinating interview specifically about "Jason and the Argonauts."  If you are inclined to read this long, wonderfully detailed piece I recommend you put the song on loop as you do.  It gets in your bones.



"The whole thing is almost as if you're in an incredibly fast boat, and you're looking over the prow just staring into the sea for a couple of minutes. That's the whole essence of the song, really. It's almost as if the little vocal motifs that come up are like dolphins jumping by the prow or something.  "               --- Andy Partridge



"I have watched the manimals go by ..."  - beautiful.  With a tip of the hat to H. G. Wells, as well as Apollonius.

This is XTC's first appearance on the Sunday Service, which is kind of surprising since they are something of the quintessential artrock band. 

Here is perhaps there most famous song, given the classic MTV treatment; fortunately, though the video has dated, the lyrics are not, right up to the powerful ending:



One final note about XTC; they have an alter-ego as the psychedelic band, Dukes of Stratosphere, which, in fact, I'm an even bigger fan of.  If your are a psyche music fan, I highly recommend Chips from the Chocolate Fireball, the compilation album that contains both Psonic Psunspot and 25 O'Clock in their entirety.  Here is a static video which will give you an idea of how sonically inventive they really are (if you didn't catch it from Jason).




"Brainiac's Daughter" recalls, by name association, a thriller of a Mexican horror movie, Brianiac. The reference is more directly, however, to the character Brainiac from the 50s Superman story (in Action Comics), though there was no daughter of BrainiacHowever, Wikipedia tells us, the reference came full circle in the 4 issue limited series comic, Kingdom Come, in which Brainiac's daughter was created in homage to the song.

Finally, this is not the first time Jason and the Argonauts have been referred to on the Sunday Service, replete with the commensurate skeleton fighting scene (click picture at the previous link).   Since I've already posted the skeleton scene, here is the awakening of Talos, as mentioned by Andy Partridge in the interview, above:





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This week's selections from the archive come from Lilliput Review, #105, which was featured twice before on the blog.   These 3 poems opened the issue; C. C. Russell sends up what I've been trying to do for the last 23 years, largely unsuccessfully (me, not C. C.), in a spot-on satire, and Kelly Donlan's short precise little poem bridges the gap to David Chorlton's miniature masterpiece, which at once nails what is done, when it's done right, and how (it is done).  Enjoy.





  Formula For A Short Poem Under Ten Lines
Insert nature image here,
something of pain,
something of light,
and leave it
hanging
there,
not
quite
finished.
C. C. Russell







October wind
   blows to pages
I am not ready for
Kelly Donlan









Cezanne
On paper
left to breathe,
the eye completes
what strokes
of green began
David Chorlton








completing
the green mountain
a pheasant cries
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue






best,
Don





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Sunday, November 29, 2009

Birdhouse in Your Soul: Issa's Sunday Service, #31


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Not to put too fine a point on it, but They Might Be Giants are one of the best known, under appreciated bands of the last 20 some years. Well known, but under appreciated? Eh?

Well, their song, "Boss of Me," was sung by the millions each week who tuned into the live-action, Simpsons-like sit-com "Malcolm in the Middle." And for those of you who had already thrown their squawk box out of the 3rd floor window really you know how much you haven't missed.

They Might Be Giants redefined quirky just when music culture was desperately mundane, particularly hip alternative music culture. Their very name alludes to a movie (based on a play, the title of which further alludes to a quote from Don Quixote about how windmills "might be giants") about a mentally ill man who believes he is Sherlock Holmes and is being treated by a Dr. Watson, Dr. Jane Watson. It is one of my favorites of all time.

To call it unlikely that They Might Be Giants (the band) became known outside the NYC tri-state area is a bit overstated; their lyric and music abilities are just too good not to have broken through somewhere. Besides, they are the authors of one of the best, heartbreakingly funny break up songs ever: "They'll Need a Crane (just hit the play all button for a real treat)."

Which brings us to today's "Issa's Sunday Service" selection: "Birdhouse in Your Soul." Reaching back to classic Greek literature for the literary allusion, with a subliminal nod to Ray Harryhausen, this tune threatens the veracity of the definition of quirky: Mr. Webster, redefine now, please.


Birdhouse in Your Soul

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My story's infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am

There's a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels it's always near

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

(and while you're at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul


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This week's featured poem comes from Lilliput Review #47, from August 1993. Enjoy.


We look to the bottom
of the pond where dreamy plants
reach
the forest. Here we can understand
the flourish of day lilies
on the banks--and the intense stillness
of a hummingbird. The lure is complete.
Mark Schimmoeller






lilies blooming
without supervision...
evening

Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue





best,
Don

PS Did somebody say Longines Symphonette?