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lenny langevin
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Knopfler and the earnest sincerity of his music always gets a bad rap from the lo-fidelity, too-hip, ironic moustache crowd. ‘Tis a shame. The “diddley bits” he refers to in his own music were never flash for flash-wanking sake. It always fits the song. The fact of the matter is, he’s musical treasure not to be discounted in any circles.
This new-ish song from a few years got lost in the shuffle.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFUSTz3p_WY
Admittedly, the production/drum sound he did for Dylan in the early 1980s is dated. But his guitar arrangements adds sooooo much to this song. I was at a 2008 where Alan Licht and musical cohort were playing an instrumental version of this during their set-up/soundcheck. I don’t think they were being cheeky about it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpRKstHl7Y0
And when I die, this version of this song will play at my service.
Bands evolve over time. Some people can follow that and others cannot.
This is a fun, catchy song that is just long enough. After hearing this song – and knowing what Flea and Josh are capable of musically – I’m excited to hear the rest of the album. Very excited, actually.
As an aside, I hope some of their older material is resurrected for their live shows. How cool would it be to see & hear an off-kilter, Cecil Taylor-inspired rendition of “True Men Don’t Kill Coyotes”; with Flea playing piano (not bass!) and Josh switching between slide guitar and making in-tune feedback & white noise on an analog synth? It could happen folks.
And for you anti-societal riff raff, with shoe polish shamelessly smeared on your faces, making Maroon 5 comparisons and such – to you, I say this:
If Modest Mouse, Vampire Weekend, Spoon or Stephen “Horse Race Breeder” Malkmus released this song, you would be joyously smearing yourselves in the face with your own post-masturbatory juices while strutting down Bedford Avenue.