Marisa Anderson has traveled extensively, playing roots guitar while taking part in environmental and social activism. A musical background in church, classical and country, her travels and experiences inform her artistry.
This tune is from Into the Light, an album in which Anderson bends her music westward, according to a bandcamp.com entry, “an imaginary science-fiction western film,” from the point of view of “a visitor lost and wandering on the shifting borderland of the Sonoran desert>”
It’s a great image to hold while listening to Anderson’s artistry, as she paints a sonic image of our present stand-off.
Las Cafeteras keeps it light with a bite.
If I was president, well, there’d still be drama.
Takes a village to heal our generational trauma.
So, shake your spine,
Put your hands up high.
We got a different kinda party in the White House tonight.
Amy Lee: ‘It’s Time for Us to Take Our Country Back’
Evanescence’s new single encourages getting out there and voting. The chorus alone can get you moving.
Never mind me, I’m a waste of your time.
Never gonna fit in the box that you need
And I can read between the lines, yeah.
Gather your friends and wave your gun in my face
But I will use my voice
foot on necks
nd I’m taking bets,
foot on necks
and I’m taking bets,
foot on necks
and I’m taking bets
SAULT’s spare tune from the album 5 was recorded contemporaneously with George Floyd’s death. It may be simple tune, but it carries weight.
Heavy metal? Yes.
Bleak landscape? Yes.
Stark warning? Yes.
Mastodon carries on.
We will keep you free from dark.
All you have to do is stand with us.
I will mend your broken heart.
And retort the trials that you have lost.
The blog Sing Better English posted about a composition in honor of the 2017 anniversary of Picasso’s painting Guernica. “Things we don’t consciously notice that speak straight to our hearts…” the blogger writes.
The blog entry is fascinating.
The first performance referenced is riveting. I understand not a word of Spanish (I’m admitting an ignorance.), but the emotion rings through and I tasted a bit of the leaving and the sorrow. The classic art work as a backdrop is not an accident.
According to the blog, the duo performs two works, synthesized, so to speak, for the new composition.
A little digging after reading the blog and first hearing the composition unearthed a site of Latin American Literary Criticism and a connection between Cesar Vallejo (whose work the song first references) and Picasso. Vallejo viewed Guernica, which influenced Vallejo’s collection of poems Spain, Take This Cup from Me, a “dialog between Picasso and Vallejo within a rupture that they create in order to build a new humanity. Both artists erase the concept of enemy and focus on the victims instead, raise the notion of politics from mere ideology to a natural human preoccupation and strive to rebuild the humanity with the people’s art as its fabric since it is humanity, not politics, that nourishes their art, and it is the people’s art that sustains the humanity.”
The duet also references Miguel de Molina, whose life was radically changed by the Spanish Civil War, according to a post by surinenglish.com: “At the outbreak of the Civil War, the controversial singer showed an allegiance to the Republicans, which made him a target of the regime. Following his arrest, the singer was imprisoned because of his association with the Loyalists, and for his homosexual tendencies, which he openly flouted. On his release from custody, Molina headed to Argentina, where he became a success of the stage and screen, although his homosexuality would eventually see him banished from the country. He set up home in Mexico, but returned to Argentina after a pardon from Eva Perón, and continued to enjoy a successful career there until he retired in 1960.
Miguel de Molina never returned to live in Spain. He died in Buenos Aires in 1993.”
Now the composition is anchored for me, even minus a translation. The combination of the force of the music, the presence of the art and a dip into the history of the persons referenced, made this a highlight of a Sunday evening.
And, the duo’s peroformance was only one of several to honor the impact of Picasso’s work. I have been fortunate to be able to stand in a room in which that painting was displayed. It was crowded, naturally, but hushed, and I could only imagine the horror unleashed in the painting, I’m grateful, too, for chancing to come upon the work again and one of the tributes to it.
A 2013 video revisits the 1968 funky plea for peace and equality by Sly and the Family Stone. That group wasn’t shy about the need for equality.
There is a long hair that doesn’t like the short hair
For bein’ such a rich one that will not help the poor one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo
Inaction, corruption, discontent, all combine in this song from John Mayer. 2009? Seems like just yesterday.
Now we see everything that’s going wrong
With the world and those who lead it.
We just feel like we don’t have the means
To rise above and beat it.
Solomon Burke delivers a soulful plea in this gospel-tinged song.
Penned by Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil, and Brenda Russell in 1993, the song was recorded, according to some accounts, by Ray Charles on his 1993 album My World. In 2002 Burke recorded the song, backed by The Blind Boys of Alabama, on his album Don’t Give Up on Me. The album won a Grammy.
Now I swear your salvation isn’t too hard too find,
None of us can find it on our own. (On our own)
We’ve got to join together in sprirt, heart and mind.
So that every soul who’s suffering will know they’re not alone.
Punksters make a lot of noixe, but often buried in the raucous are the kernels of social responsibility.
Case in point: This tune by The Hold Steady.
Joe Strummer died at age 50 on December 22, 2002, after walking his dogs, according to reports. Cause of death was a defective heart artery. He was hailed as a humanitarian with a commitment to antiracist and antifascist ideologies, and his music reflected it. Craig Finn paid him a tribute with this last verse.
Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer
I think he might’ve been our only decent teacher
Getting older makes it harder to remember we are our only saviors
We’re gonna build something, this summer