DXMachina (dxmachina) wrote,

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Listen, Rinse, Repeat... A Lot...

I have a new favorite song. I was in Newbury's the other night, looking through the DVD racks (almost picked up Sports Night), when I started listening to the music they were playing over the store's audio system. Sounded vaguely like early Kinks, and I liked the first two songs I heard, so I asked who it was. The guy said it was Dear Catastrophe Waitress by Belle & Sebastian. I'd never heard of them, but it was on sale for ten bucks, so what could I lose? It's fun, indy pop, and some of the tracks are so poppy that they would probably drive me up a wall if they were all the same style, except that the style of pop varies a lot from track to track, so it's not repetitive. The lyrics are clever, and they do fun things with the rhymes. I can live with that.

Then, one song grabbed me, "Piazza, New York Catcher." Didn't know the title when it started, but it's repeated in the song, and got my full attention, because Mike Piazza was one of my favorite ball players, at least when he was with the Dodgers. (And don't get me started about the trade that removed him from the Dodgers in exchange for some magic beans and the odious Gary Sheffield...) Anyway, it's done in a very different style, just the singer (Stuart Murdoch) with an accoustic guitar. His voice in this song is driving me crazy, because he reminds me of someone, but I can't place it yet. In other places he sounds a bit like Ray Davies, but not here. Anyway, it's a song about love and baseball, and how can you go wrong with that? I've been driving around with it on repeat for days now.

Piazza, New York Catcher

Elope with me Miss Private and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase

San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read, it always makes you cry
The statue's crying too and well he may

I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd
"You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job"
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake
We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the song we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour

-- Stuart Murdoch

I also picked up a used Richard Thompson compilation, Action Packed: Best of the Capitol Years. I should really, really like Richard Thompson, and yet he's never grabbed me. I don't know why. I like his arrangements and guitar playing. He's a folkie at heart, which means interesting lyrics, and the songs he writes tend towards the bitter, which is all good, but it's just never clicked. I'll leave this running in the car CD for a few days to what happens.

Stayed up late last night chatting, watching movies, and drinking mudslides, which was fun, but I didn't sleep all that well, so today is going to be a groggy one. It's also rainy and dreary out. Sigh.

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