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“The Engine Driver” – Colin Meloy
(Words/music: Colin Meloy, available on Colin Meloy Sings Live!, Kill Rock Stars 2008)

I surprise people with my tepid reaction to the Decemberists.  I think they are a fine band with a few superb moments, but some people expect that because I studied literature (and teach it to high school kids) that Colin Meloy’s “literary” style of songs should suit me.  I’ve had this discussion a couple times and it usually leads into the revelation that music – be it melody, rhythm, or just sound in general – captures me far more often than words.  I’m not saying words aren’t important, but a song needs to be more than just a well written poem to be a successful song.  Specifically, a story needs more than a gripping plot to become a song – it needs a purpose for the medium.  Perhaps this is why I like a few Decemberists songs yet struggle to sit through an entire album.  I’m fine with an album-length narrative thread, but at times the individual songs suffer under the weight of the full-length endeavor.

I tend to enjoy Meloy’s more focused songs – his “short stories” to his “novels, if you will.  I prefer to enjoy each song as its own individual entity rather than the means to a greater end; I’d prefer to hear a collection of assorted stories rather than one single narrative.  Perhaps this is why I like Meloy’s solo live album so much – without being bound to an overarching theme, Meloy’s songs shine even in this minimalistic setting.  Specifically, I’ve always liked “The Engine Driver” as a bit of commentary.  In it, Meloy sketches out a couple different characters, giving brief introductions to their physical descriptions and their circumstance.  No matter how many characters he creates, his narrator (perhaps Meloy, perhaps not) returns to himself.  When he sings that he’s spent “pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones” it could be an unrequited love.  However, it also could be about the artist’s need to create – in this case, the writer’s need to share a story – meeting with a creative impasse.  Meloy’s narrator keeps sketching out these characters yet can’t seem to flesh them out to his liking.  It’s difficult for writers of all skill levels – letting an idea escape your brain even if it’s not as perfect as the original thought.  When a writer creates the character he or she pictures perfectly, it flows freely.  It’s these imperfect moments that are hard to let out of the revision stage.  While sometimes these ideas become as good as the effortless ones (think of how many times you’ve read an interview where a songwriter says that the hit single “almost didn’t make the album”), it takes a degree of trust in the idea to let it live in its “flawed” state.  In this sense, the author has to love it enough to “let it go” and trust that it’s still worth reading even if it isn’t the original idea.  It’s an interesting spin on a love song and good advice for writers, even if it falls into the “easier said than done” category.

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