Of Great and Mortal Men and me
Matt, Christian and Jefferson's Of Great and Mortal Men: 43 Songs for 34 U.S. Presidencies is a nearly three hour listen. I dove in headfirst, busted out the headset and headed off with the dogs on a couple long walks and took in the record, on shuffle, without knowing which song came from what era or which president it was about. And that was a nice way to acquaint myself with what the record was about.
Later, when writing this piece for work, I listened to the album in chronological order, all 43 tracks. Then I smoked some pot (hey, Ben Franklin, man) and listened to it again.
I don't typically have a hard time getting into concept albums, and this held true with 43 Song, and I think that's because when a musician embarks to record something that has a theme or motif, the unconsciously—and unexpectedly—end up focusing so much on the music that the theme gets pushed to the background.
I really like Nixon's track; great lyrics, great outro. Ford is fun. Washington is a catchy rock opener with a good trumpet solo. LBJ is a prett folk ditty. But I would have to agree with Keifer that it's the middle disc—what with all those "Who?" presidents—that gives the three-CD release its guts.
Non sequitur: please don't vote for McCain/Milfie. If you're reading this, you probably wouldn't anyway, but nevertheless ...
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I don't talk much about smoking pot on my blog, because I'm paranoid the government will swoop down and take away all my Gong records (or someone from work will see it), but I think I can say something here about pot and music.
To me, almost nothing is better than listening to music while stoned. Eating, laughing, talking, fucking are all good high, but they don't reach the heights of sublimity that music does, at least not for me. Occasionally, the music gets too intense or I fall asleep with the headphones on, but more often I sit really still and listen to every little detail and shade of tone color. I see visual images of the unfurling structure of the music. I feel god-like.
It bothers me a little bit that I'm unable to relate to the music in the same way sober. I also don't understand why rap (or hip-hop, for you white people) sounds so g-d good high. I don't own too much rap, because I don't really like it as a matter of taste, but my Timbaland and Magoo cd is to my stoned ears what the Rabbit Pearl is to many a Yoni. It feels so good.
--brambles
My policy is always to vote for the most f-able candidate. If neither one meets the standard, then I go by the soundness of their political platform as a fallback. With apologies to Mr. Biden, Palin's nom certainly tilts the balance.
-DB
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