Not sure what this is yet. But I like it.
Midnight plane to Houston
Here is one of my favorite examples in pop music of how a pretty decent song can be made into an absolute classic.
In 1970, a songwriter named Jim Weatherly called his buddy on the phone. He wasn’t home, but his girlfriend, this woman named Farrah Fawcett, answered the phone. Weatherly chatted with her a bit and Fawcett said she was packing for a “midnight plane to Houston.” He thought that sounded like a good title for a song, and wrote and recorded this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3_JQr6RqWs
Now, no offense to Jim Weatherly, but this track makes me want to slit my wrists. The bones are there, but it’s just not quite right. (As an aside, that line, “I’d rather live in her world than live without her in mine”? Dang.)
Well, Cissy Houston (Whitney’s mom!) heard something in it, even though when she went to record her version in 1973, she had to make a few changes.
“My people are originally from Georgia,” she said later, “and they didn’t take planes to Houston or anywhere else. They took trains.”
She asked permission from Weatherly and he said, “Change anything but the writer and publisher.”
Now we’re getting somewhere! Note how better it is with the gender switched and Houston’s pipes. (That moanful harmonica is a bit much for me.)
Weatherly’s publisher then sent Gladys Knight and The Pips the track. And with producer Tony Camillo, they turned it into the classic it is today:
That arrangement! The subtle lyric switches. (“Proved too much for the man.”) Those horns! That muffled snare way up in the mix. The backing vocals! So good.
Here they are doing it on Soul Train. (I love how Gladys laughs right after she lays it down so hard.)
And here’s them on Midnight Special doin’ it sitting down:
The song was such a gigantic hit and the band got so big, they became the joke of a skit on The Richard Pryor Show:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdN27HzoyO4
And here’s a Doonesbury from 1974 sending them up (my father-in-law gave me this clipping years ago):
Oh no we’re still us
This is one of those rare New Yorker cartoons (by Will McPhail) you clip out and stick on the fridge. I thought about it the other day when I read the obituary for Dean Ford, lead singer of the Marmalade:
I wanted to start over. I wanted a new life. The trouble was, I brought myself with me.
That’s the beginning of a country song, right there. Here’s an old poem of mine to go with it:
It’s like Thoreau wrote in his journal (he could’ve written some country songs):
It matters not where or how far you travel—the farther commonly the worse—but how much alive you are.
Update (5/19/2022): After reposting this recently, several people sent me this hilarious SNL bit:
You can always turn around
About a dozen years ago, new to Texas, I lied down on a floor in a room with busted air conditioning and listened to this Bill Callahan song (about moving to Texas) and it felt like heaven. (From his wonderful album, A River Ain’t Too Much To Love.) The song begins:
I did not become someone different
I did not want to be
but I’m new here
will you show me around?
This song — and this album, for that matter — like all great art, gets deeper and deeper for me over the years. Its lyrics are simple, but they are true, and all of the lines, like children, are my favorites, but today my most favorite line is refrain:
No matter how far
wrong you’ve gone
you can always turn around
And later in the song:
Turn around
Turn around
Turn around
and you may come full circle
and be new here… again.
Just a remarkable piece of music. A song that I would love to have played at my funeral.
Here is Gil-Scott Heron’s cover, from his last album, I’m New Here:
Of course we’ll make it!
“‘Of course, we’ll make it!’ The answer came from my heart but my head was telling me a different story.”
—Dougal Robertson, Survive The Savage Sea
When I saw Nina Katchadourian a few years ago, she mentioned that one of her favorite books of all-time is Survive The Savage Sea, the true story of a family who gets stranded at sea after a killer whale attacks their ship. “It’s about what they talk about and how they stay alive and the world that is the sort of raft they’re stuck on together, which to me is a sort of metaphor for family.”
Katchadourian’s mother read it to her when she was young, and she’s re-read it dozens of times over the years. Shipwreck stories have become one of her obsessions:
What I have come to understand about my obsession with shipwreck is that I am often interested in working in situations where there’s a certain kind of scarcity, where there isn’t necessarily that much to work with. I find that I put myself in those situations again and again. The “Sorted Books” project is one such situation, where I’m limited to the books within that collection. it’s bounded, in some sense it’s a project that involves absolutely nothing but my own time because what I’m working with is already there. I would say that “Seat Assignment,” that series I made on airplanes, is similar. Here you are, where art doesn’t seem possible, you have absolutely nothing to work with, nothing of interest, and the challenge to myself is always to try and think beyond the limitations and find a kind of optimism in those circumstances.
(“Seat Assignment” has a starring role in Keep Going.)
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