In several of these recent days, I have taken to
amusing (or annoying) some of my friends on the intenets by pretending to be
the DJ of an imaginary pirate radio station.
As host of this make believe broadcast I play obscure and terrible
music. Why? Because I love it. Like this gem from Mrs. Miller. I know
that it’s dreadful in just about every way (I can’t tell if its bettered or
worsened by the fact that she seems to forget the lyrics part way through) –
but she seems so joyful about it that I can’t help but love it.
I thought I might share today’s broadcast with a
wider audience. You’re welcome (or, I’m
sorry – whichever is more applicable).
Whether you intended it or not, you’re listening
to KDFS (and that’s Okay, Doofus). My
name’s thatjeffcarter, and I’ll be your server today, serving up great big
heapings of the weird, and terrible, and the disfigured beauty.
Kicking things off today is Negativland and “Christianity is Stupid.” Here in the studios of KDFS we like the heavily ironic. We also like that we know what movie is being sampled for most of the soundbites in this song.
Kicking things off today is Negativland and “Christianity is Stupid.” Here in the studios of KDFS we like the heavily ironic. We also like that we know what movie is being sampled for most of the soundbites in this song.
And maybe we should be more modest about it, but
we’re going to follow that with this oddity: “John Hagee Describes the Naked,
Merciless Power of the Illuminati”
Hungry? How about a servin’ of Methodist pie?
I wanted to play Skeeter Davis’ rendition of this
next song, but I couldn’t find it on-line, so you’re stuck with the Cowboy
Copas singing, "We Need a Whole Lot More of Jesus and a Lot Less Rock-and-Roll."
Now before I sign off I want to play something
that never fails to affect me. It is
still the odd and the strange, but it is also wonderful and beautiful.
In 1971 English composer Gavin Bryars was working with a friend on a film about people living in one of the rougher areas of London. In the course of the filming some of the people broke out into drunken songs, little bits of opera and sentimental ballads. But one singer wasn’t drunk. He sang a simple religious tune. His voice was ragged and frail and you could almost hear the freezing cold of the street. But, ultimately, it wasn’t used in the film.
In 1971 English composer Gavin Bryars was working with a friend on a film about people living in one of the rougher areas of London. In the course of the filming some of the people broke out into drunken songs, little bits of opera and sentimental ballads. But one singer wasn’t drunk. He sang a simple religious tune. His voice was ragged and frail and you could almost hear the freezing cold of the street. But, ultimately, it wasn’t used in the film.
Later, Bryars realized that the recorded snipped
of this man singing could be looped and played in an endlessly repeating loop
and that his singing was in tune with the piano. Bryars composed a simple
accompaniment for the voice.
“I took the tape loop to Leicester, where I was
working in the Fine Art Department, and copied the loop onto a continuous reel of
tape, thinking about perhaps adding an orchestrated accompaniment to this. The
door of the recording room opened on to one of the large painting studios and I
left the tape copying, with the door open, while I went to have a cup of
coffee. When I came back I found the normally lively room unnaturally subdued.
People were moving about much more slowly than usual and a few were sitting
alone, quietly weeping.
“I was puzzled until I realized that the tape was
still playing and that they had been overcome by the old man's singing.”
A further recording of the piece was made in 1993
with Tom Waits singing along with the unnamed tramp. And, I can’t think of
anyone better suited to join this unidentified homeless man in his song. Tom’s
connection to the poorest and surliest, the straggliest, and sweatiest of
humanity brings an earthy dignity to this man’s song, and a quiet trust and
security. In spite of everything, in spite of trouble and calamity, in spite of
death and loss, in spite of hurt and pain and ruin and loneliness, there is
trust and there is hope. There is hope because “Jesus’ Blood Never Failed Me
Yet.”
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