{"id":120,"date":"2005-09-11T22:21:40","date_gmt":"2005-09-12T02:21:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2005\/09\/11\/during-hiatus-the-nostalgia-crept-in\/"},"modified":"2005-09-11T22:21:40","modified_gmt":"2005-09-12T02:21:40","slug":"during-hiatus-the-nostalgia-crept-in","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/yulelog\/2005\/09\/11\/during-hiatus-the-nostalgia-crept-in\/","title":{"rendered":"During hiatus, the nostalgia crept in"},"content":{"rendered":"

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It might be that<\/i> anniversary in history, but I need a break from seriousness. And what better fix than …nostalgia<\/i>? <\/p>\n

‘Twas on a lovely August evening during my “vacation” month a few weeks back, before hurricanes and Brownies blighted the landscape — it was a Thursday, in fact (I always did<\/b> get the hang of Thursdays<\/a>) — when this bit of nostalgia crept up on me…<\/p>\n

We put some old LPs on the turntable while I made dinner. First, Boz Scaggs<\/a>‘s 1971 album Moments<\/a> — an album approximately 900 years old, which I bought when I was …14-and-a-half. <\/p>\n

I acquired this album in a downtown Victoria Bastion Square<\/a> shop that today no longer exists. The shop was on the second storey of one of the old buildings in the square, prior to the final touristification of Victoria when those buildings were still decrepit and rents were cheap and hippy boutiques and headshops\/ bookshops and wicca.dens flourished therein. No longer today, of course. Second storeys in Bastion Square now belong to real<\/i> business people, not to woo-woo wetailers. <\/p>\n

I bought the album because the owner was playing it as a new album demo, and the song that caught my attention was about rain<\/i>. This absolutely rivetted me, for rain is something we know a thing or two about on the We(s)t Coast, and during the drought-struck summer months we even tend to get nostalgic about it. <\/p>\n

On another occasion (and who knows how this happened), I visited the warren of second-storey shops (while trying very hard to get out of there as fast as possible) with my rather judgemental father, and he had occasion to comment that the record store owner must undoubtedly be a victim of syphilis due to the pattern of hair loss he exhibited, him being such a young man and all….<\/p>\n

Oy. And parents wonder why they embarass teens… Although, I have to admit, even then I thought those older hippies who had those bald pates, but had long hair hanging below the timber line (so to speak) looked pretty terrible.<\/p>\n

Next on the turntable: another (relatively) early find of mine — Ben Sidran<\/a>. I must have bought this album, Free in America<\/a>, very soon after it was released. It’s a great album, just fabulous. In fact, I recommend that Sidran’s version of the Jones\/Hall song, You Talk Too Much<\/a>, be adopted as the official (A-List?) blogger anthem:
\n<\/p>\n

\nYou talk too much
\nYou worry me to death
\nYou talk too much
\nYou even worry my pet<\/p>\n

You just talk
\nTalk too much<\/p>\n

You talk about people
\nThat you don’t know
\nYou talk about people
\nWherever you go<\/p>\n

You just talk
\nTalk too much<\/p>\n

You talk about people
\nThat you’ve never seen
\nYou talk about people
\nYou can make me scream\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

…Just substitute “blog” for “talk,” and there you are. <\/p>\n

Sidran’s lyrics for the title song, “Free in America,” are still one of the very best political satirical commentaries in musical form around. Here’s my transcription — everything marked “chorus” you have to imagine\/hear as a gospel choir:<\/p>\n

[chorus] Freedom! Freedom!<\/p>\n

The nicest thing about the United States is that everyone’s free to make their own mistakes.
\nYou don’t have to look far, but then there you are: Everyone’s free in America!<\/p>\n

For example, You’re free to vote, you’re free to hope against hope,
\nYou’re free to split if you don’t like the stroke.
\nIt might not sound like much, but it’ll do in a clutch.
\nStep right up sucker, don’t be afraid of the touch — ’cause you’re free!<\/p>\n

[chorus] It’s so good, it’s so good!<\/p>\n

Free to make a new life!<\/p>\n

[chorus] It’s so good, it’s so good!<\/p>\n

Free to watch the tv, feel like you, feel like me, for the rest of your life!<\/p>\n

[chorus] Life!<\/p>\n

You’ll never give it a second thought<\/p>\n

[chorus] It’s so good, it’s so good!
\nFor what your money’s bought
\n[chorus] It’s so good, it’s so good!
\nWell, from coast to coast, you know they call it The Most
\nFrom shore to shore, we got a lot, lots more
\nFrom sea to shining sea!
\n[chorus] Freedom! Freedom!<\/p>\n

Roll down the highway in your big shiny car, you got the radio tellin’ you just where you are!
\n
\nIt might be cold advice, but then you can’t beat the price,
\nStep right up sucker, don’t be afraid of the dice!
\n‘Cause, the nicest thing about the United States
\nEverybody’s free to make their own mistakes
\nYou don’t have to look far, but then there you are
\nIn America, everyone’s FREE…!
\n[chorus] It’s so good, it’s so good<\/p>\n

Free to make a new life
\n[chorus keeps repeating “It’s so good, it’s so good”]
\nFree to change your name
\nFree to change your game
\nFree to change your wife!
\n[chorus, with ironic emphasis] NICE!!!<\/b><\/p>\n

You never give it a second thought, for what your money’s bought
\nFrom coast to coast, they call it the most
\nFrom shore to shore, we got a lot, lots more,
\nFrom sea to shining sea…
\n[chorus] FREEDOM!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And so on. Great song.<\/p>\n

\nAnd then we ate the home-cooked meal and then it was time to clean up the kitchen…<\/p>\n

Back then I of course didn’t just listen only to boys. Being Canadian-raised, Joni Mitchell was pretty much obligatory, although I was never a full devotee. It was my admiration for Flora<\/a> Purim<\/a>, whose 1971\/72 Return to Forever<\/a> (with Chick Corea — or by Chick Corea — and Airto Moreira) I carried from Victoria to Montreal to Munich, that provided the link to meeting my husband in the late 70s, and all the subsequent cooking and messin’ around. The 25th anniversary has come and gone. Now, how the heck did that<\/i> happen?? Ou sont les neiges d’antan?<\/i> Melted clean away by music.<\/p>\n

NB: This entry, indirectly, is also for Maria<\/a>, whose son is now ensconced at the number one party school in the US<\/a>, the same campus that Ben Sidran<\/a> and<\/i> Steve Miller<\/a> and<\/b> Boz Scaggs<\/a> attended … Party on!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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