Showing posts with label Jefferson Airplane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jefferson Airplane. Show all posts

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Ballad of You, Me, and Pooneil & The House at Pooneil Corners : Issa's Sunday Service, #152 & 153

Pooh by E.H. Shepard

The Ballad of You and Me and Pooneil by Jefferson Airplane on Grooveshark

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The Jefferson Airplane were in the forefront of West Coast psychedelia for a number of reasons, the most important being lyrics and creativity. The band has appeared a number of times on the Sunday Service - with songs "Rejoyce" (week 2), "White Rabbit" (week 27), and "The Good Shepherd" (week 148) - but, despite the fact that their source material was fairly unique for early rock (James Joyce's Ulysses, Lewis Carroll's Alice Books, and, well, the Bible), this week's selection takes the cake.

Today's song is the opening cut from their After Bathing at Baxter's album: "The Ballad of You, Me, and Pooneil." 

So, what the hell is a Pooneil, you might logically inquire? Well, it's kind of simple, really, in a complicated way. 

First off, it is something of a portmanteau word, coined by Paul Kantner, the song's composer, dovetailing together Pooh, of Winnie-the-Pooh fame, and Neil, as in the singer/songwriter Fred Neil, whose song "The Other Side of This Life," in the Frank Zappa arrangement for the Animals, they successfully covered. Neil was more famously known for his song "Everybody's Talkin'" from the movie Midnight Cowboy, which was a huge hit for Harry Nilsson

It has been suggested in an insightful post on one of the interweb's ubiquitous boards that, for Kantner, the Pooh/Neil dichotomy represented a sort of polarized dualism:

Pooh symbolizing childlike innocence and wonder, and Neil representing adult sophistication and angry attitude

For more on this, here's the post, with the info a little ways down the page.
 
All that being said, Kantner appropriated two complete verses from the A. A. Milne song "Spring Morning," from When We Were Young, for inclusion in "The Ballad of You, Me, and Pooneil":

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?" 
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"

And you thought Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't psychedelic?  Here's the Airplane's song lyrics in their entirety:

Ballad of You, Me, and Pooneil
 
If you were a bird and you lived very high,
Knew from the wind when the breeze came by,
Say to the wind as it took you away,
"That's where I wanted to go today"
And I didn't know that I need to have you around, and I do
And I didn't know that I need to have you around

Love like a mountain springtime,
Flashing through the rivers of my mind;
It's what I feel for you (armadillo)

You and me go walking south
And we see all the world around us,
The colors blind my eyes and my mind to all but you,
And I didn't know that I need to have you around, and I do

I didn't know that I need to have you around.

'Spect you're wondering
I have a house where I can go
When there's too many people around me
I can sit and watch all the people
Down below goin' by me;
Halfway down the stairs is a stair
Where I sit and think about you and me;

But I wonder will the sun still see all the people goin'by
Will the moon still hang in the sky when I die,
When I die, when I'm high, when I die?

If you were a cloud and you sailed up there,
You sail on water as blue as air,
You'd see me here in the fields and say,
'Doesn't the sky look green today?'
Doesn't it look green?

But I wonder will the sun still see all the people goin'by
Will the moon still hang in the sky when I die,
When I die, when I'm high, when I die, die, die, die?  

Today's post is something of a twin spin as Kantner wrote two songs about Pooneil. In the following clip, the Airplane was filmed by Jean-Luc Godard performing "The House at Pooneil Corners" atop a building in Manhattan. Interestingly enough, this pre-dates the Beatles more famous rooftop concert yet has all the earmarks of that latter film.

Makes me think of Kesey's Further and how Magical Mystery Tour also came later (or the Who's Magic Bus, for that matter).

Just sayin' ...




House at Pooneil Corners

You and me we keep walkin' around and we see
All the bullshit around us
You try and keep your mind on what's going down
Can't help but see the rhinoceros around us
And you wonder what you can be
And you do what you can
To get bald and high
And you know I'm still goin' need you around
You say it's healing but nobody's feeling it
Somebody's dealing, somebody's stealing it
You say you don't see and you don't
You say you won't know and you won't let it come
Everything someday will be gone except silence
Earth will be quiet again
Seas from clouds will wash off the ashes of violence
Left as the memory of men
There will be no survivor my friend
Suddenly everyone will look surprised
Stars spinning wheels in the skies
Sun is scrambled in their eyes
While the moon circles like a vulture
Some stood at a window and cried
'One tear I thought that should stop a war
But someone is killing me'
That's the last hour to think anymore
Jelly and juice and bubbles, bubbles on the floor
Castles on the cliffs vanish
Cliffs like heaps of rubbish
Seen from the stars hour by hour
As splintered scraps and black powder
From here to heaven is a scar
Dead center, deep as death
All the idiots have left
The cows are almost cooing
Turtle doves are mooing
Which is why a poo is pooing
In the sun
Sun


This song is much angrier, apocalyptic in tone, than Ballad, which probably attracted Godard. It seems a precursor to to Crosby, Kantner and Stills composition "Wooden Ships," released in 1969 a year after "The House at Pooneil Corners," recorded by both the Airplane and Crosby, Stills, and Nash.


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roof of the house--
sown by the birds
wildflowers
 Issa
 translated by David G. Lanoue 




best,
Don
   

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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Good Shepherd: Issa's Sunday Service, #148

Photo by Sogning (paused perhaps on the edge of Dante's wood)

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As we approach the holiday season, a handful of songs come to my lapsed agnostic brain and so will be featured here today and next week.  Today's offering comes from Jefferson Airplane, my favorite band as a young neophyte music addict. The song was arranged by lead guitar player Jorma Kaukonen, whose folk, blues and bluegrass chops are impeccable, to say nothing of his awesome guitarness. 

Chalk this one up to the sentimental holidays and note that the litrock connection comes from the Bible, New Testament variety. 

Here's a beautiful acoustic version of "Good Shepherd" by a recent iteration of Hot Tuna, Jorma and Jack Cassady's spin-off Jefferson Airplane band, with the able accompaniment of Barry Mitterhoff on mandolin. 

 
 

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Woodblock print by Secchu Tsubaki ni Suzume



flock of sparrows--
and not one of them
a stepchild
 Issa
 translated by David G. Lanoue 




best,
Don 

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Sunday, November 1, 2009

White Rabbit: Issa's Sunday Service, #27







This past week was the birthday of rock great, Grace Slick, from one of my favorite 60's bands, Jefferson Airplane (a choice for which I took much flack from close friends). This week's selection is "White Rabbit," which is the second Grace Slick number to land on the Litrock list (here's the first, in case you missed it). Whether it's James Joyce or Lewis Carroll, Slick was always on the, umm, high end of things and this is a classic that just keeps on giving. It's presentation by the band is unusual for a song that hit the charts with staying power; the music builds dramatically, centered around the words and Slick's voice, in a style almost perfect for poetic presentation.


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Heading back to March 1993 and dipping into Lilliput Review #41, I found a couple of poems not previously featured. Enjoy.





The Center Of Evolution
the silence of a field
that points through the depth of a leaf
that formed all that potato
frying in your face
Stacey Sollfrey





this
isness of monarch
on lantana bloom,

two horny toads spied
in one week, late heat ...;

a sprinkle of rain
to prove the phenomenon

is all there is,
and is enough
Sylvia Manning




And one from the master:





eyeing the potato
on the banked fire...
crow
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue



best,
Don

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Issa's Sunday Service, #2


Rejoyce by Jefferson Airplane on Grooveshark
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Here's a song that puzzled the bejesus out of many a now aged acid head upon it's initial release. Rejoyce, penned by Grace Slick and performed by Jefferson Airplane on their fine After Bathing at Baxter's disc, is this week's contribution to the legacy of LitRock.

For trivia buffs and Joyce aficionados, ReJoyce was also the title of an excellent introduction to the work of James Joyce by Anthony Burgess.

If you didn't get a chance (or want to give it another glorious spin), check out last week's Summertime in England by Van Morrison.

This week's poem comes from issue #2 of Lilliput Review, sometime in 1989. Enjoy.




D. C. Dance Steps
Entering the crowded floor,
You are pulled left
And I am lured right
To travel on my own.
While you seek poetry
Body rocking in the rhythm of meter
--------and soul
I smile and sway, deep in the heart
--------of Borneo.

Laurie Anderson



best,
Don

PS. If anyone has suggestions for future songs in the LitRock category, particularly those dealing with poems/poets, just drop it in the comment section or send me off an email. I've got a nice list of titles so far, but group-think would be great for this little project.

Monday, April 13, 2009

W.S. Merwin:
The Whole Grammar of Waiting




A few weeks back, I posted a poem from W. S. Merwin's most recentvolume, The Shadow of Sirius. Well, I've spent the last two weeks going over this book and it is one of the very best books of American poetry I've read in quite sometime.

I haven't caught up with Merwin recently so perhaps I've missed some important changes in his verse. This volume contains relatively short poems (most are less than one page) in extremely plain language, without any punctuation at all. The later forces the reader to slow down, big-time: gleaning sense here takes imposing pacing and syntax that isn't always obvious in the reading.

Much of what is addressed has to do with memory and the past, not surprising as Merwin is into his 80's. Yet it is hardly a trip down Nostalgia Boulevard. There is a bittersweet tone to some of the pieces, but there is also a constant working and reworking of thought, a feeling through words for sense and something just beyond. There is some powerful, powerful verse here in an almost elegiac mode.

Here's another from this fine collection:


A Codex
It was a late book given up for lost
again and again with its sentences

bare at last and phrase that seemed transparent
revealing what had been there the whole way

the poems of daylight after the day
lying open at last on the table

without explanation or emphasis
like sounds left when the syllables have gone

clarifying the whole grammar of waiting
not removing one question from the air

or closing the story although single lights
were beginning by then above and below

while the long twilight deepened its silence
from sapphire through opal to Athena's iris

until shadow covered the gray pages
the comet words the book of presences

after which there was little left to say
but then it was night and everything was known
W. S. Merwin




And this brilliant piece:



Worn Words
The late poems are the ones
I turn to first now
following a hope that keeps
beckoning me
waiting somewhere in the lines
almost in plain sight

it is the late poems
that are made of words
that have come the whole way
they have been there
W. S. Merwin





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Finally, today is the birthday of Jack Cassady, bassist from Jefferson Airplane and Hot Tuna. Here's a little plea for chemical understanding. Happy B-day, Jack. Enjoy.





dancing butterflies--
my journey is forgotten
for a while
Issa
translated by David Lanoue


best,
Don

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Jack Kerouac & Paul Kantner





Today is the anniversary of the birth of Jack Kerouac. Whether you love 'em or hate 'em, he resonates and one has to suspect that's just the way he'd like it.

Hate him, you ask? Who might do a thing like that? Well, though the evidence is purely anecdotal, there is an awful lot of backlash against Kerouac out there these days. The beauty of Jack is he put it out there, flaws and all, and even if you feel that ultimately his was a sad tragic life, he rose above it to heights others can't even dream of. Could he be a prick? Absolutely. Was he full of, among other things, an expansive, all-encompassing love for everything? Sure was. Did he die a hopeless drunk, squandering much of what might have been? What of it?

If you're reaching for that first stone, know that a mirror is very fragile thing, indeed.

Here's a one-line poem from his Tangier days ...


I strike at that snake-heart that hurt my family



And a few shorter pieces from Pomes All Sizes. These are not traditional haiku, simply Jack working towards something, Jack being Jack, looking for Jack, and finding something.



Dusk: the bird on the fence
a contemporary
of mine




Haiku-Koan
Does a dog have
the Buddha-nature?
Water is water.





There is no sin —
I know perfectly well
where I am






POEM
I could become a great grinning host
---------------like a skeleton

Hung Up in Heaven






Haiku
The moon,
--the falling star —
Look elsewhere



One final note on Kerouac - my favorite novel of his is one that not too many folks talk about: Tristessa. It is slim, sad-romantic-tragic novel, with the core of some of his personal obsessions on full display. It is also deeply moving and a must read for anyone who has ever enjoyed any of his work.






Today is also the birthday of rock pioneer, Paul Kantner, founding member and spirit of the seminal sixties band, Jefferson Airplane. My first published piece of "writing" was a review of their breakout album, Surrealistic Pillow, for my high school paper.

Oh, yeah, we do go back. So here's a video for Paul - happy birthday. For those of you who really can't stand all that old hippie music, just happily skip on over the vid to the Lilliput poem of the day, courtesy of Twitter ...





Finally, the Twitter Lilliput Poem-of-the Day.

Enjoy.


Don


PS Just a note to let you know that the comments section of the blog was mightily spammed over night. I'm very reluctant to disable the anonymous posting function on the blog, so what I've done is enable comment moderation on posts 14 day or older. 99% of the comments come on new or recent posts, so this shouldn't effect things much. If this doesn't work, I may have to just enable comment moderation altogether. Rather than knuckle under to spammers and disable the anonymous option, I'd rather moderate. How they get by the scripting function has got me stumped and obviously blogger/google, too.