Showing posts with label Raconteurs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Raconteurs. Show all posts

Friday, October 18, 2019

Raconteurs – "The Switch and the Spur" (2008)


Any poor souls who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land


[NOTE: I gave birth to 2 or 3 lines on November 1, 2009.  That means we'll be celebrating my wildly popular little blog's tenth birthday in just a few days.

I've decided to devote that month to resurrecting some of the most significant 2 or 3 lines posts from its first year – which was probably its best year.

The very first 2 or 3 lines post states that "[t]his blog is more about the music than it is about me."  Well, that turned out to be a lot of hooey – 2 or 3 lines is usually as narcissistic as all get-out.  But this post (which originally appeared on March 14, 2010) is an exception to that.  It's all about the song, and not at all about me.]


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This is a very odd song.

Actually, it's an extremely odd song – unless you think a song told from the point of view of a rattlesnake who has just delivered a lethal amount of venom into an escaped outlaw isn't odd. (If you don't, I'd say that you might be a little odd.)

Rattlesnakes ahead!
Off the top of my head, I can't think of a song with an odder theme. System of a Down's Old School Hollywood – which is about the singer's experience playing in a celebrity baseball game in Los Angeles with Tony Danza and other B-listers – is pretty odd, but I don't think it comes close to a song featuring a rattlesnake gloating about adding another notch to its belt.


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I had never heard this song until earlier today, but I knew almost immediately that I'd be blogging about it. 

What sold me initially was the trumpet hook – think Latin-type fanfare. (Not salsa-dancing Latin, more bullfighter-ish . . . or spaghetti Western-ish.) Once that little trumpet riff gets into your brain, you might as well introduce yourself and offer it a seat – it's going to be staying around for a while.

The song tells a Western-movie kind of story about a man who breaks out of jail and is making his escape across a burning desert on an Appaloosa horse. (You can almost hear the Sons of the Pioneers crooning, "Cool . . . clear . . . water" in the background.) 



The horse shies when they encounter a rattlesnake, and the man is thrown from the saddle – breaking his hand, but more significantly falling within range of the deadly rattler. He remounts the horse after he is bitten, but he's a dead man riding:

The poison pumps through his veins
There's no stopping this
And now he's powerless
Still holding the reins

After delivering the lines quoted at the beginning of this entry, the snake throws down a verbal gauntlet on behalf of not only himself but also all of his deadly brethren – scorpions and the like – to any beast or man who is foolish enough to invade their turf: "You shall never return!"


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As you may know, the Raconteurs was formed by Jack White of the White Stripes and his pal, Brendan Benson. I was completely unaware of the 2008 Raconteurs CD this song is from – Consolers of the Lonely – until I stumbled across it at the public library a couple of weeks ago:



I decided to listen to it while driving to basketball refereeing gig today, and by the time I heard this song the second time, I was hooked. I have sort of an addictive personality, and I'll probably listen to this over and over and over on the way to and from my refereeing assignment tomorrow. (God help any of my kids who are stuck riding with me somewhere tomorrow.)


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Click here to learn more about the Stylophone, a $19.95 pocket synthesizer invented in 1967 that was sold mostly to kids but was also used by some serious musicians then and now – including the Raconteurs, who sponsored a contest inviting fans to send in videos of themselves playing Stylophones.  

There's a Youtube video of a dual-Stylophone performance of "The Switch and the Spur" by a fan that you've got to see.  Click here to view it.


A Stylophone
Click here to listen to "The Switch and the Spur" in its entirety (sans Stylophone).

Click here to see a montage of photographs of the Raconteurs by Autumn de Wilde that's accompanied by an excerpt from "The Switch and the Spur."

Click on the link below if you'd like to order the song from Amazon:

Friday, May 17, 2019

Raconteurs – "Steady As She Goes" (2006)


Find yourself a girl and settle down
Live a simple life in a quiet town

Here’s a transcript of my conversation with my mother today (which is typical of my conversations with her on other days, too):

Me: Good morning!  How are you?  It’s a beautiful day today – you should sit outside after lunch.

Her (after a long pause): I can’t hear a word you say.


I checked to make sure her hearing aids were in her ears – they were.  Then I checked to see if I needed to buy toilet paper, adult diapers, or other supplies for her.  Then I spent a few minutes looking on my phone for any new photos of my grandkids to share with her.  By then, it was almost 1100a – time for me to drag her to the group exercise class at her assisted living facility.

Me: It’s about time to go to exercise.  I’ve got your keys.

Her:  . . . .


Me (standing in her doorway, holding her keys):  Ready to go to exercise?  We should go now so we’ll get a seat.

Her (under her breath): Sh*t.

Me:  Ready to go?  I’ve got your keys.

Her (under her breath): Sh*t.


Eventually she got up and we walked down a long hallway to where the exercise class is held.

Her (as we walked): Sh*t . . . sh*t . . . sh*t.

I had never heard my mother – who is 93 years old – utter that word until about a year ago.  Now she says it – mutters it may be more accurate – every time I see her.


Her (when we get close enough to see which of the facility’s physical therapists is leading the exercise class that day):  It’s that fat girl. . . . Sh*t.

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“Steady As She Goes” was the first single from the Raconteurs’ 2006 debut album, Broken Boy Soldiers.  It made it all the way to #1 on the Billboard “Alternative Songs” chart.


The Raconteurs’ third studio album, Help Us Stranger, is scheduled to be released next month.

Click here to listen to “Steady As She Goes.”

Click on the link below to buy the song from Amazon:

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Raconteurs -- "The Switch and the Spur" (2008)


Any poor souls who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land


This is a very odd song.

Actually, that's an understatement.  It's an extremely odd song – unless you think a song told from the point of view of a rattlesnake who has just delivered a lethal amount of venom into an escaped outlaw isn't odd. (If you don't, I'd say that you might be a little odd.)

Rattlesnakes ahead!
Off the top of my head, I can't think of a song with an odder subject.  System of a Down's Old School Hollywood – which is about the singer's experience playing in a celebrity baseball game in Los Angeles with Tony Danza and other B-listers – is pretty odd, but I don't think it comes close to a song featuring a rattlesnake gloating about adding another notch to its belt.


*     *     *     *     *

I had never heard this song until earlier today, but I knew almost immediately that I'd be blogging about it. 

What sold me initially was the trumpet hook – think Latin-type fanfare. (Not salsa-dancing Latin, more bullfighter-ish . . . or spaghetti Western-ish.)  Once that little trumpet riff gets into your brain, you might as well introduce yourself and offer it a seat – it's going to be staying around for a while.

The song tells a Western-movie kind of story about a man who breaks out of jail and is making his escape across a burning desert on an Appaloosa horse. (You can almost hear the Sons of the Pioneers crooning, "Cool . . . clear . . . water" in the background.) 



The horse shies when they encounter a rattlesnake, and the man is thrown from the saddle – breaking his hand, but more significantly falling within range of the deadly rattler.  He remounts the horse after he is bitten, but he's a dead man riding:

The poison pumps through his veins
There's no stopping this
And now he's powerless
Still holding the reins

After delivering the lines quoted at the beginning of this entry, the snake throws down a verbal gauntlet on behalf of not only himself but also all of his deadly brethren – scorpions and the like – to any beast or man who is foolish enough to invade their turf: "You shall never return!"


*     *     *     *     *

As you may know, the Raconteurs was formed by Jack White of the White Stripes and his pal, Brendan Benson.  I was completely unaware of the 2008 Raconteurs CD this song is from – Consolers of the Lonely – until I stumbled across it at the public library a couple of weeks ago:



By the time I had heard this song the second time, I was hooked.  I have sort of an addictive personality, and I'll probably listen to it over and over and over on the way to and from my refereeing assignment tonight.  (God help any of my kids who are stuck riding with me somewhere in the next few days.)


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Click here to learn more about the Stylophone, a $19.95 pocket synthesizer invented in 1967 that was sold mostly to kids but was also used by some serious musicians then and now – including the Raconteurs, who sponsored a contest inviting fans to send in videos of themselves playing Stylophones.  

There's a Youtube video of a dual-Stylophone performance of "The Switch and the Spur" by a fan that you've got to see.  Click here to view it.


A Stylophone
Click here to listen to "The Switch and the Spur" in its entirety (sans Stylophone).

Finally, click here for a video of a live performance of the song – it's very good, and the drummer (Patrick Keeler) is an absolute beast . . . but there's no trumpet!

Click on the link below if you'd like to order the song from Amazon: