I’m pretty sure I already mentioned once or twice that one of my new favorite records right now is Twin Cinemas by The New Pornographers. There’s a growing list of music that I’ve been listening to over the last three years, not at all coincidentally three years I’ve spent with Mr. Ben B., in any case, this music is very different than what I listened to before – not quite top 40, but far away from the folky-bluesy girl stuff I was favoring before, and certainly still love. Anyway, I was just listening to the fourth song on this record, waiting for my tea water to boil, and was suddenly possessed to totally rock out. What was weird about this rocking out was that it was without doubt the clumsiest, least rhythmic, fastest, mostly just jumping around and up and down and twisting and hair-shaking kind of dance, one that caused me to lose my slippers and completely lose my breath. It was a dance of unbounded joy, to be sure, and it was also a dance I am glad that no one ever saw and a dance unlike any other dance that ever came out of me. I like to think I have at least a little more rhythm than the next guy. Anyway, I don’t know what’s happening to my musical ear, it has certainly always changed somewhat from decade to decade, but I think it’s a little bit like what happened to my reading about fifteen years ago, when I used to read some hard core Jackie Collins and the like, and then I just didn’t, one by one I got some really great books handed to me and when I didn’t I went out and found them. What I can’t figure out for the life of me is why it took so long. Yeah, I’m not embarrassed about the James Taylor or Beatle records I’ve had since 1975, that stuff always holds up, but does that diminish the fact that when you have people over and they say, Hey, have you guys ever heard of Captain and Tennille? And you are able to walk into the other room and bring back not one but two Captain and Tennille records, which makes your guest laugh so hard for ten minutes and which were your favorites during years of your life when most people were listening to Black Sabbath or Zeppelin or something, anything, with some small bit of teen angst, Foreigner or the Dead. Yes, we all know I was a Billy Joel fan (if we don’t, we will soon, since I’m outing myself in an anthology coming soon), I guess he’s a step in the angsty direction from the Captain and Tennille, but I’ve taken plenty of grief about my Billy love over the years.
Well, there’s more to say about this, but I have stories to grade. Part 2 soon.