Some Songs Considered

“Hard Sun” – Eddie Vedder
(Words/music: Indio, available on Into the Wild Soundtrack, J Records 2007) 

Perhaps I’m tipped by its inclusion on the Into the Wild soundtrack, but “Hard Sun” sounds large and expansive.  Part of this comes from the percussion, in particular the snare drum.  It’s given the space to resonate, and even this split-second delay gives the illusion of the reverberations of a wide open space.  Aside from the snare, the arrangement has a lot of space in general.  Whether between the acoustic guitar chords or the breaks between Vedder’s phrases, these pauses give the illusion of space and depth in the track.  When the parts are this spaced out, it seems like they occupy more space, making an otherwise sparse song sound huge.

The secret weapon on this track is Sleater-Kinney vocalist Corin Tucker.  Tucker, who played a fair number of shows with Vedder’s band before Sleater-Kinney’s hiatus, wails as well as anyone else.  Even though she’s relegated to a supporting role on the chorus, Tucker’s voice shadows Vedder’s, making the arrangement sound thicker.  Additionally, hearing the usually overpowering Tucker mixed down in the arrangement creates the illusion of distance – her relatively quiet volume almost makes her sound far away.  Again, perhaps I’m picturing the expansive Alaskan wilderness when I hear “Hard Sun,” but I’m always drawn in by (and, honestly, in awe of) its generally grand size. 

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“Against the ‘70s” – Mike Watt
(Words/music: Mike Watt, available on Ball Hog or Tugboat?, Columbia 1995) 

My copy of Ball Hog or Tugboat? currents sits on the far end of a translucent bin of LPs sitting in my living room.  It’s the only one visible through the container right now, so while sitting watching TV the album caught my eye and prompted two distinct thoughts.  First, I realize that it’s been years – probably back to the same time I found the LP in a record store – since I’ve listened to the entire thing.  Secondly, I tried to fathom something similar happening – specifically, a major label putting out a record brimming with alternative rock’s all-stars.  That second thought ended quickly, as it took the right mix of charm and chops to assemble such a revolving door of talent and make it a compelling listen. 

However, the famous names don’t make this a great record.  It’s the quality of the songs above all that made this record great.  “Against the ‘70s” isn’t great because of Eddie Vedder’s presence alone; instead, it’s the urgency in his voice that stands out.  Same thing with Dave Grohl and Krist Novoselic’s cameos – I’ve seen enough underwhelming award show duets to know that celebrity alone doesn’t guarantee a good performance.  Instead, it’s when these guests play with the fury and intensity they bring to their own projects that something special comes together.  In that sense, Watt deserves as much credit for orchestrating this runaway train as he does for fueling it with his nimble bass lines. 

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“The Fixer” – Pearl Jam
(Words: Eddie Vedder, music: Matt Cameron, Stone Gossard, and Mike McCready, available on Backspacer, Monkeywrench 2009)

I wasn’t surprised to find out that “The Fixer” started with a riff Matt Cameron wrote, as Cameron’s compositions are among the most compelling on the last few Pearl Jam albums.  While Pearl Jam made their reputation with stadium sized riffs in the 1990s, their recent output tends toward more nuanced compositions.  Not surprisingly, the drummer’s songs tend to play with rhythm and time signatures, stretching rhythms out and inverting figures just to see what happens.  “The Fixer,” for instance, shifts between measures with five and six beats in them and again to measures with the standard four beats in the chorus. 

While the guitars and drums navigate these changing meters, Vedder’s vocals play the role of his foundation.  With a riff that squirms more than it settles the rest of the song, Vedder’s call and response vocals give the song a clearer sense of structure.  The simplicity also makes sense not only for grounding the music but also for giving Vedder’s lyrics directness.  “The Fixer” is rhythmically interesting, yet most of it is under the hood; as a whole, it’s razor sharp and focused, largely because of the way Vedder arranged the verses.  Even if he’s singing about, well, fixing things, Vedder sounds resolved more than alarmed.  This determination spills over into the rest of the song, making it one of the catchiest Pearl Jam singles in ages.

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“Chloe Dancer / Crown of Thorns” – Mother Love Bone
(Words: Andrew Wood / Music: Mother Love Bone, available on Singles - Original Soundtrack, Epic 1992)

40% of Mother Love Bone went on to form Pearl Jam, so it’s appropriate that “Chloe Dancer / Crown of Thorns” sounds like a cousin to the Pearl Jam catalog.  I only point out the percentage (the shared members being Stone Gossard and Jeff Ament) because it gives a rough estimate of the shared DNA between the groups.  For as theatrical as Eddie Vedder was in his early days (see the band’s performance of “Porch” on MTV Unplugged), Andrew Wood made Vedder look like the shy kid in the back of the room.  Wood’s friends spoke about his magnetic personality, and he certainly pumps it into “Chloe Dancer / Crown of Thorns.”  Of course, the same theatrics that made him “magnetic” to some make him unbearable to others, particularly in the lyrics.  Wood strives for heartbreak in his story yet often relies on some questionable images (that substitute teacher line is particularly weird).

Still, the correlations lie in the arrangement.  In some ways, this is the predecessor to “Black” – a swelling power ballad fueled by heartache.  The “Chloe Dancer” might be mostly Wood’s craft (and if it is, it’s a testament to his strengths), but as soon as “Crown of Thorns” starts, Gossard’s supporting riff immediately bolsters the arrangement.  Even the breakdown near the end, with Ament’s bass sneaking out front, gives the necessary momentum to push the final chorus over the top.  It’s only appropriate that Pearl Jam, starting in 2003, occasionally include the song in their setlist.   Even without the lovely “Chloe Dancer” introduction, Vedder keeps Wood’s lines intact yet sings it with his own natural cadence and emphasis.  Whether it’s Vedder’s personality or just the luxury of aging a bit, he doesn’t sound as overactive as Wood does near the end of the song.  In short, it’s a way of Pearl Jam, Vedder included, paying tribute to their heritage.

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“Betterman” - Eddie Vedder and the Walmer School Choir
(Words/music: Eddie Vedder, available on The Molo Sessions, Ten Club 2007)

It’s easy to write, yet it’s very difficult to write with “voice.”  I’m a teacher in my “day job” and helping students write with voice remains the most difficult part of the writing process yet the most important; “voice” separates the average writing from the spectacular pieces, whether it’s a poem, a play, or an academic paper.  It’s difficult because, unlike grammar, it can’t be taught through a formula and it usually only develops through repeated attempts.  I still struggle to find my own voice every day as I write about songs – sometimes I agonize for an entire evening trying to decide what I want to say or how to say it.  Then, on other days, it comes to me clearly and quickly.  Sometimes it’s through lots of conscious and subconcious thought (yesterday’s post was an example of that), but other times it comes out of nowhere.  It’s almost like the story takes control and dictates how it needs to be told; there’s time to polish it up after the fact and time to tinker with it under the hood, but the main essence – the voice, if you will – screams out as clear as day.

My friend Mike (who I hope will plug any holes I leave in this entry in the comments section) and I have spent a lot of time discussing Pearl Jam (and much more on them another time), and I’ve argued that in a decade or so when Pearl Jam becomes anthologized into whatever will be “classic rock” at the time, “Betterman” will be the song. I’m not saying it will be the only Pearl Jam song that will survive nor is it “the best” or my favorite Pearl Jam song.  It is, however, the song that resonates the strongest with fans and non-fans alike – crowds at Pearl Jam shows will hijack the entire first verse and chorus from Vedder, and pop stations will occasionally let the song creep out during ’90s retro programming.  I’ve struggled to figure out why exactly this will be the band’s lasting legacy, but I’m starting to think it has to do with this nebulous “voice” idea.  Vedder wrote the song as a teenager, drawing on his own personal experiences, and through all its different permutations – solo demos, recordings with his previous band, and the final Vitalogy version – some of the details changed yet the essence of the song endured.  Even though he’s writing through a persona, Vedder still radiates through the song, whether written about his own family or not.  The plot isn’t as important as the theme – the idea of love’s warm embrace becoming a smothering blanket and struggling with ideas of self-assertion, self-worth, and self-empowerment.  As a teen, Vedder’s song became the vehicle for him to tell his truth – to share his feelings with the outside world.  Right now, I’m attending the Brave New Voices festival in Chicago with some students, and over the past few days I’m watching young people searching for and finding their voices through spoken word poetry.  Looking at this remarkable week of self-actualization, it’s even more incredible how Vedder could compose this song (or the song’s core, at least) as a teenager.  Even if it needed more work, Vedder found his voice and will be heard for decades to come.  “Betterman” will just be the gateway into what else he has to offer.

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“Eddie Vedder” – Local H
(Words/music: Local H, available on As Good as Dead, Island 1996)

Both in sound and spirit, Local H typifies the “modern rock radio” era of American alternative rock.  Sonically, the band squeezed as much sound as possible out of the guitar and drums duo.  By adding bass pickups to his six string, Scott Lucas created a dense and heavy guitar sound that filled the space between Joe Daniels’ bashing percussion.  Like many of their contemporaries, their songs draw on grunge’s sound, yet Local H have more in common with the slower, Black Sabbath-leaning bands like Alice in Chains and Soundgarden than the more popular sounding bands.  As for their lyrics, Local H played up to the mid-90s “slacker” stereotype, writing songs about suburban frustration and boredom.  There’s a unified front in many of Local H’s songs – Lucas’ words match the tone and feel of the band’s music (or vice-versa, I suppose).  However, Lucas approached his songs with a touch of self-deprecation, arming himself with sarcasm to ward off an entire song built around gloom and doom.

“Eddie Vedder” finds Lucas’ protagonist asking if being the Pearl Jam singer would make him better liked, and it’s hard to tell exactly how he’s using Vedder in the song.  It seems easy to hone in on Lucas’ reference to Vedder the Rock Star, asking if fame and fortune would make him more attractive.  However, by 1996, Vedder was well into his second act as a reclusive personality.  Pearl Jam was between Vitalogy, the last of their insanely popular albums, and No Code, and album that began Pearl Jam’s shift away from their platinum selling sound.  Aside from the Vedder lyric, the song describes the rejection of superficial friends, with Lucas (ham fistedly) declaring that those types of people are “as good as dead.”  Vedder made a similar retreat inward around this time by shunning the spotlight, so maybe Lucas sees that part of himself in Vedder.  Still, it’s hard to hear the lyric and not think of Vedder as one of the giants of the era, and regardless of Vedder’s personality, some people might be more attracted to his celebrity than the protagonist’s bland anonymity.  The song’s “I don’t give a shit” mantra serves two purposes – it’s the slacker’s rally cry and in 1996 this helped bring Local H to the radio.  I still can’t help but think of it as a statement of personal resolve as well – Local H’s declaration to “be themselves” rather than try to make a Pearl Jam record.   The band continues on, still plugging away with their same sound, refusing to be Eddie Vedder, or (in the ensuing years) Fred Durst, Jack White, or Brandon Flowers.  They may not be as popular as these men (or as they were in Durst’s case), but as Lucas keeps insisting – they don’t care.

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“History Never Repeats” - Split Enz
(Words/music: Neil Finn, available on History Never Repeats: The Best of Split Enz, A&M 1987)

Without a doubt, the internet changed how we discover new music; if we want to hear something we haven’t heard, there’s many ways to find, sample, and even obtain music or a video or even an artist biography and discography.  Even something like the iTunes store makes owning music available at a whim – I could download almost anything I wanted to hear and have it on my iPod in half an hour.  This is an incredible blessing to us (and, I believe, to musicians as well), but running a search shouldn’t be the exclusive avenue for discovery.

For example, my own musical education – an ongoing process – employs a degree of networking.  I’m constantly asking friends and family what they’re listening to and what I should hear.  The internet makes this so much easier – I could post a tweet asking for new recommendations and have them roll in over the rest of the night.  Still, there’s something satisfying about making a personal musical discovery – the kind that starts with something you love and ends up with a new favorite.  The story about how I came to Split Enz begins with Pearl Jam, one of my favorite bands of my youth (and still today, although that love has evolved – more on that another time) and one of the “gateway” bands that led me toward different things I love.  Pearl Jam was a convenient starting point if for no other reason than the plethora of cover songs Ed and the band performed.  Specifically, I came across Neil Finn through the first 7 Worlds Collide collaboration, which led to finding one of Finn’s solo albums, and ultimately led to finding the History Never Repeats compilation.  I’d already heard some of the songs - “I Got You” and “History Never Repeats” specifically (the latter from the 1995 Pearl Jam Christmas single where Ed, Neil and Tim Finn performed a lovely version of the song) and came to enjoy a lot of the other songs on the collection as well.

“History Never Repeats” thrives on a nervous, youthful energy – those fast sixteenth notes on the hihat push the tempo to the point where it sounds like it’s speeding up.  Finn’s lyrics describe a story of young love gone bad and the attempt to reconcile shortcomings in the past with the power to proceed with the future.  There are artifacts of the new wave era in this song – in particular that bright synthesizer running through the chorus – but the arrangement avoids sounding completely dated.  The jangly guitar line that alternates with the chiming chords in the chorus adds another melodic layer underneath Finn’s vocals.  The melody is plenty catchy, but I’m always drawn in by the high harmonies that enter and exit the song; even at a young age (Finn was 23 when the song was recorded in 1981), Finn had a keen sense for knowing when to use certain techniques.  Three minutes of harmonies at a strained register would have grated on the listener, but used in moderation with some other excellent flourishes – a discordant piano, the drumroll-fueled bridge, and those synth arpeggios – keeps the song interesting a near quarter century later.

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“Hunger Strike” – Temple of the Dog
(Words/music: Chris Cornell, available on Temple of the Dog, A&M 1991)

I grew up on “modern rock radio,” so there’s certain songs that immediately grab my attention.  “Hunger Strike” is one of the songs I can identify from the first note, even if I haven’t heard it in months.  When I first found my way into music, I fell hard for grunge (late to the party, of course, but more on that next week) so I played through my copy of Temple of the Dog, a one off collaboration between Soundgarden’s Chris Cornell and Matt Cameron and all of the future non-drumming members of Pearl Jam (ironically, Matt Cameron became Pearl Jam’s drummer almost a decade ago, and has become the longest tenured drummer in the band) enough times to recognize the key songs pretty quickly.

“Hunger Strike” is an odd song because it doesn’t really fit into either Pearl Jam or Soundgarden’s cannon (by default, it’s become a “Pearl Jam” song, as they’ve performed it a dozen times or so over the last five years).  The riff sounds like some of the other songs on Ten, but played at a much slower, less dramatic pace than songs like “Oceans” or “Garden.”  Still, it’s not heavy enough to be a Soundgarden song, and Chris Cornell even sounds like he’s trying to sing like Eddie Vedder on this song.  Still, that guitar riff has a circular, hypnotic quality to it; it kind of sounds like waves slowly ebbing and flowing (and, to a lesser degree, has the circular quality of a fugue in classical music, like counterpoint played by a flannel quintet).  It’s soothing in a way that distorted guitars and booming drums could soothe ones’ soul.  As for the lyrics, well, it’s best not to think about them.  The lyrics seem to be a very literal take on going hungry in order to quell financial inequality in the world.  Of course, while the fat cats are eating, Cornell and Vedder just keep getting hungrier and hungrier (and they remind us of that for about 20% of the song).  Just like that circular riff, the lyrics keep repeating; however, while the guitars build on each other, the words go nowhere.  Still, it’s given us that call and response chorus – Vedder takes the low rode and Cornell rides in on the high road soon afterward.  It’s very fun to sing along to – my old college roommate Mike would sing Vedder’s part when he wanted to go eat in the dining hall, and either myself or my roommate Jim would join in with our best Chris Cornell impression (be glad you didn’t live with us during these moments).  Needless to say, I never change the radio when I hear it these days.

Then there’s the video. The song makes me nostalgic for those moments eating rough pork chops or listening to the “Flannel Five” on a Rhode Island modern rock station during summer vacation, but the video is a relic of a very specific era.  The hair, the clothes, the sullen looks off camera – they all tie this video to the early nineties and would make a pretty good “time capsule” description of that era’s aesthetics.  It’s also, almost two decades later, kind of unintentionally hilarious.  Thanks to Mike for uploading the version I remember (and as he pointed out in the comments section, the saddest beach party with Eddie Vedder’s strange downbeat swat at the 2:30 mark).

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