I’m rather pleased with myself, which doesn’t happen very often. I managed to keep this blog going with its weekly post for the last 2 weeks despite the temptation of the various delights Turkey has to offer. Cell phone turned off, staying off the internet (except for updating this blog)…aaah! bliss. But now I’m back. I brought back some music from there which hopefully will form the content of another post – that’s for later.

A chance remark from a fellow tourist while we were surveying the magnificent ruins of Ephesus a couple of weeks back had me reaching out for ‘Diesel and Dust’, one of my favourite albums by the Aussie band Midnight Oil. It was the early ‘90s when MTV had just reached our shores – in the opinion of some, seeping in like a corroding effluent. But I loved the channel because unlike its unrecognisable form now, MTV did play music back then. The earliest image of Midnight Oil embedded in my memory is of a bald, incredibly tall Peter Garrett and his band belting out ‘Dream World’ with manic energy. The careening music and simple yet chilling chorus (End…Fall…) eloquently capture the theme of a ‘dream world just about to end’. It was then it struck me why I love ‘Diesel and Dust’, which bears this song, so much. When I first heard it on its release in 1988, it was an album ahead of its time – the sound and energy was unlike anything I was hearing in the ‘80s. Years later when I saw videos of some of those songs, they fitted in perfectly with the music scene of the ‘90s.

Through its long – about 30 years, first as Farm and then as Midnight Oil – history, the band had espoused the cause of the downtrodden and the dispossessed and taken on what they strongly believed to be irresponsible exploiters as evident on the haunting ‘Arctic World’ (anyone remember their set in front of the Exxon HQ in the aftermath of the Exxon Valdez oil spill?). ‘Diesel and Dust’ carries the recurrent theme of the exploitation of the aborigines and their point of view as on the stunning ‘The Dead Heart’. And nowhere is the cause of reparation more explicitly stated than on ‘Beds Are Burning’:

The time has come, To say fair’s fair
To pay the rent, To pay our share
The time has come, A fact’s a fact
It belongs to them, Let’s give it back

Carrying such strong conviction and willingness to take on the powerful requires a lot of inspiration. I wonder if ‘Sometimes’ was a song written and performed to give themselves a boost whenever their spirits flagged.

Sometimes you’re beaten to the call
Sometimes you’re taken to the wall
But you don’t give in

It’s not surprising the distinct voice of Garrett went on to strike a note in the halls of politics, though not as stridently perhaps. As MP and minister, he has continued to court controversy, accused by some of having sold out. I don’t follow Australian politics but I do care about what Midnight Oil did on this superb album. Over the years before and after this album Midnight Oil created many strong albums and songs, but to me, ‘Diesel and Dust’ remains their finest. Somehow the others don’t quite measure up.

Burning Some Midnight Oil

Burning Some Midnight Oil.mp3

About the time that I wrote Her Name Is Shelagh, I was listening – not surprisingly – to a lot of British folk music. My introduction to that form was through a compilation CD released by Island Records. I was fascinated by much of what I heard, enough for me to build a music collection of such artistes as Fairport Convention, John Martyn, Nick Drake. Read the rest of this entry »

Our need to categorize, slot everything into a hole, has given rise – among many things – to the blandly named genre of ‘World’ music to fit all music falling outside the realms of modern English music (as if this latter is other-worldly). I don’t care much for that name, but I use it for convenience. What I do care for is the content that comprises it – for it is a whole, wide, delightful world. Read the rest of this entry »

For three decades and a half more, she was as much a creature of myth as she was a creator of music sublime – Shelagh McDonald was. She illuminated the London folk music scene with two brilliant albums, the simply titled debut ‘Album’ and the stellar ‘Stargazer’. And just a few months after the release of the second, she disappeared without a trace. For close to 35 years, she remained one of music’s great mysteries. In that time, all that she left behind were her two albums and some live recordings and demos/outtakes. In 2005, all of that was put together in one package,  ‘Let No Man Steal Your Thyme’. Read the rest of this entry »

This was not intended to be the Yin to the Yang of my earlier Out Loud post. Rather, this was ‘inspired’ by my listening to samples of Norah Jones’s upcoming album, ‘Little Broken Hearts’ due for release on May 1st. Her cool, calm voice never fails to send me to a pensive state a la Gandalf and Bilbo on an evening sit-down, blowing smoke rings. I’m sure we’ll hear a lot of her this year – a very interesting sounding album, produced as it is by Danger Mouse (a.k.a., although not so much, Brian Burton). The entire album is being streamed for a limited time on NPR.

Anyway, listening to Ms. Jones made me dig up some of the low and slow from my collection. Read the rest of this entry »

When one hears the term ‘Flamenco guitar’, what pops up in imagination is fierce virtuoso playing. But that’s not all there is to it. There’s a stateliness in its gentler phrasing, an expression of dignified emotion in its silences interspersed with single, clear notes. And when the Flamenco guitar in that mood combines with the warmth of the cello, a music most sublime is created. Read the rest of this entry »

Pale skin, raccoon eyes – does Jack White ever sleep? One of rock’s hardest working musicians and most fascinating personalities (among other things, John Gillis did take Meg White’s – his ex-wife and the other half of the White Stripes – surname), the seemingly insatiable Jack White creates multiple projects as vehicles for his prodigious musical output. Read the rest of this entry »