Showing posts with label urban legends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label urban legends. Show all posts

Sunday, March 1, 2020

"Robert Johnson: The Complete Recordings" by Robert Johnson


Ranking: #22
Original Release Date: 28 August 1990
Genre: Delta Blues

"The Complete Recordings" is a compilation album featuring recordings that Robert Johnson did throughout 1936 and 1937 in Dallas and San Antonio, TX. Most of the recordings were released in 1937 on earlier albums, when the artist was still alive. Obviously, he was not still alive in 1990 - Columbia Records decided to compile all the recordings Robert Johnson ever made on this album. Considering that it wasn't a contemporary album, it did surprisingly well, selling over a million copies and even winning a Grammy (for Best Historical Album, a category most people probably don't realize exists). Although Robert Johnson's career didn't last very long, as he died in 1938 (we'll get to that in a minute), he has been cited as one of the most influential artists of all time. This is the point where I reiterate that ALL rock music is based on the blues music that was coming out of the 1930s South. Countless musicians point to Robert Johnson specifically as being an influence in their own music, including the two musicians who continued to popularize Blues music after Johnson's death - Muddy Waters and Howlin' Wolf. The size of his impact compared to his actual body of work - which is summed up in the 41 songs on this album - has given rise to legends. Or more specifically, an urban legend.

Early this morning
When you knocked upon my door
Early this morning, ooh
When you knocked upon my door
And I said "hello Satan
I believe it's time to go"

Early in his career, Robert Johnson was not particularly successful. He was an itinerant perform in his 20s, moving from street corner to street corner, pool hall to pool hall, with nothing but his guitar and the clothes on his back. When he did play in more established venues, more often he was playing popular tunes of the day, not the blues music he would come to be known for. In 1936, he sought out to record some of his original songs. He was introduced to Don Law, who would help him with the initial recordings. These were done on a pretty low budget - in fact, they weren't even recorded in a studio. The were recorded in Room 414 of the Gunter Hotel in San Antonio, TX. I was excited to learn this bit of local lore, especially considering that the Gunter purports to be haunted. I also find it interesting because San Antonio is not known as a particularly musical town, but this critical piece of musical history happened here. Moving on, Robert Johnson would later do a second recording session in Dallas, TX. Since the set up in Dallas was more professional, he would end up doing a lot more recordings. In this session, he was able to do at least two takes of each song, which allows musical historians to do more comparative analysis on his performances than any other blues musician of the time. I know that doesn't sound exciting but, if you geek out about music, it is. After these recordings, he somewhat disappeared from history. It wasn't until 30 years later, when a musical historian was doing research on his life came across his death certificate, that we found out what happened. He was found dead on the side of the road near Greenwood, MS. No cause of death was listed. Some say he was murdered by a jealous husband using poison, but since there was no formal autopsy, there is no way to be certain.

Let's move on to those urban legends now. The most common one is that Robert Johnson's reach has been so monumental because he sold his soul to the demon at the crossroads. As a young man, he had a desire to be a great blues musician. He took his guitar to a crossroads near Dockery Plantation at midnight, where he met a man (i.e., The Devil). The Devil took his guitar, tuned it, and played a few songs before handing it back to Johnson. With the exchange, he bestowed Johnson with mastery of the instrument, all for the low, low price of his soul. As such, he is also the first victim of the 27 Club. For those who are unfamiliar, a pattern has been identified with famous artists, athletes, and musicians dying at the age of 27, usually at the height of the career. You're probably familiar with several of the members - Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse, Jimi Hendrix, and Kurt Cobain. Recently, Anton Yelchin of the most recent Star Trek reboot died in a freak accident, somehow getting pinned between his car and his mailbox after a night out. When the curse comes to get you, it doesn't care how, I suppose - although it must be noted that, in the majority of these cases, the deaths are self-inflicted through long-standing addictions or intentional suicide. Astrologically, the theory for this is the Saturn return, which general occurs anywhere between age 27-31 (Saturn takes approximately 29.5 years to return to the same point in the sky). Since we count the Saturn return as being from when Saturn returns to the same sign in your chart, that usually starts for most people during the 27th year. During this time, Karma comes to collect - Saturn is considered the planet of responsibilities and restrictions. People may experience this as finally settling down and starting a family or it could also mean having past mistakes catching up with you. People often realize during this time that they married the wrong person or that they aren't in the career they want to be in. Regardless, it's usually a period of drastic change for most people. Finally, there is also the urban legend of the cursed record - this one often makes the rounds in popular culture and the artist generally used is Robert Johnson, because of his possible deal with the devil. Essentially, a cursed record brings misfortune to any one who either listens to it or owns it. As someone who plans to have my ashes pressed into a record, this is now a goal I have. According to the company I've researched, my ashes will make approximately 30 records, which I can give to whomever I please. Perhaps it's kind of morbid, but I think it might be a fun hobby to collect records like this. Maybe even start a Record Store of the Dead. Given the recent trajectory of popular culture, stranger things have happened.

Baby, I don't care where you bury my body when I'm dead and gone
You may bury my body, hoo
Down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit
Can get a Greyhound bus and ride

I didn't want to do the astrology of the release day, because I don't think it quite matters for a compilation album. Instead, I decided to look up the chart of Robert Johnson, to understand better the man whose shoulders modern music stands. Looking at his chart, his Sun and North Node were conjunct in Taurus, opposite his Jupiter and South Node in Scorpio. Following his Destiny was an imperative for him but luck on his path might've been more elusive. South Node in Scorpio tends to indicate a certain comfortableness with a chaotic life but it was his Destiny to set down roots and grow something. He never became famous during his lifetime, in spite of his supposed dealings with the Devil. In fact, the impact of his work wouldn't be realized for some time. Johnson was born under Mercury Retrograde. Retrograde planets in a chart is usually indicative of someone who doesn't think the same as the rest of the population. With Mercury Retrograde, it often manifests as an ability to communicate and convey ideas in a way that resonates with people in a special way. A key aspect of Johnson's music is his use of microtonality while singing. Microtonality is using subtle inflections and changes in pitch while singing, which adds emotional depth to the vocals. That's one of the reasons why having multiple performances of the same songs have been essential to studying his style - his performance was different every time because of these changes in inflection. In this age of autotune and remastering, we tend to measure performance ability as the ability replicate studio versions perfectly in a live environment. This does a disservice to the artists, though, because if they are performing live, it should be different. It should be special. Otherwise, you might as well be just sitting alone at home, listening to the radio. Finally, Robert Johnson had Moon in Virgo, which is kind of odd for someone who was a traveling performer. In general, Virgo energy tends to be introverted and prefers controlled environments (cleanliness tends to be especially important). Robert Johnson, when he wasn't performing, was said to be extremely shy and much of the recordings he did in San Antonio were done while he was facing the wall, not the people assisting him with the recording. Of course, he may have also been doing this for corner-loading, to enhance the sound of his guitar. Virgo energy is meticulous and detail-oriented, so being hyper-aware of the angles at which his instrument - his consummate companion - sounds best at would be absolutely on brand.

For today's featured song, I thought it would be fitting to choose "Me and the Devil Blues." I'd also like to plug that Netflix has a documentary on Robert Johnson ("ReMastered"), if you're interested in learning more about this legend.

"Me and the Devil Blues" Video

Monday, December 16, 2019

"The Way" by Fastball

I've always found this song unsettling. It's subject matter is disturbing and yet, it's insanely catchy. For those who don't know the back story, Fastball's front man, Tony Scalzo, was inspired to write "The Way" after hearing about an elderly couple who disappeared on the way to a local Texas festival. Their bodies were found two days later, in Arkansas, nowhere near where they were supposed to be. No one really knows what happened. The general assumption is that, due to issues with their memories, they got disoriented on the trip and came to a tragic end in a ditch. The story is haunting for so many reasons. This was Scalzo's romanticized take on the incident. He imagined that one morning, they woke up and decided to take off - like when they were young. No cares in the world. They got in their car and just drove for as long as they could. Without telling anyone their plans. But can you imagine how frightening that was for their family? I can, which is why I can't imagine ever doing anything like that on purpose. If I disappear, something is wrong. Very wrong.

You can see their shadows
Wandering off somewhere
They won't make it home
But they really don't care
They wanted the highway
They're happy there today, today

I think the thing that creeps me out most is this story really happened. It's a common tactic for marketing horror movies, to say it was based on a true story. It's effective, because it plays on people's deepest fear - that their darkest imaginings, the worst case scenario they've built up in their head, is not as ridiculous as they've been led to believe. For example, "The Strangers," which is based on a French film, "Ils" (Translation: "They"). In both these films, the protagonists - who are new to the area - are terrorized by local children. That's the twist at the end of these films - the monsters playing with them are children. These film are an amalgamation of actual crimes that happened in America and France, where people's homes are broken into and vandalized while they were at home. In some cases, the victims were murdered. Like all urban legends, there's a tiny grain of truth in these cautionary tales and that's what makes them scary. It could happen. I knew a guy who it happened to. Norman Bates in "Psycho" and Buffalo Bill in "The Silence of the Lambs" were based on Ed Gein. And one of the most chilling short stories I've ever read - "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?" by Joyce Carol Oates - is about the Pied Piper of Tucson, Charles Schmid. There's no shortage of inspiration, if that's where your mind is going to go.

I, for one, lost my taste for "based on a true story" type shows a long time ago. I watched a lot of "Law & Order: SVU" and "Criminal Minds" when I was younger, as a budding amateur psychologist. After I became a mom, watching those shows made me sick to my stomach, because they were too true to life. I know all the statistics. At any given moment, there is between 25 and 50 active serial killers in the United States (for some reason, we have a disproportionately high number of serial killers). When I hear a news story about a lost child, my brain automatically runs the numbers - if it's been more than 24 hours, the child is probably dead. More than likely, it was one of their relatives...and a sickening number of times, the perpetrator is one of their parents. And I just can't even. Monsters are real. Give me ghost stories any day - the real world is way more scary than Cthulhu and Baba Yaga ever could be.

"The Way" Video

Monday, October 29, 2018

"Haunted" by Diamante

Haunted can mean a lot of things. Most people think of being followed by a ghost but the other meaning is to have or show signs of mental anguish and torment. Given this definition, I wonder how many people feel haunted? Of course, there's always the urban dictionary definition of haunted, which is when someone ghosts you but decide to come back, for whatever reason. I don't know what that's about. Humans are garbage and do garbage things like that to other people. I suppose that's what it's about. That coincides with what I think the meaning of this song is about. It could be about a ghost....but I think it's about the girl you can't have. Or an ex-girlfriend you shouldn't have let go but you did because of your own ego and now she won't take you back. Obviously, that girl is Diamante. For reference, she's fairly pretty and she has blue hair. The video for this song is kind of lame - it's just Diamante rocking out. Big deal. I prefer my music videos with a plot....so this is what I come up with....

Picture a high school boy - your typical "I'm attractive but I'm weird and therefore, the jocks are mean to me" guy that you see in teen movies. What do they call them? Mediocre Protagonist #1? Like Quentin from "The Magicians." Anyway, he's seeing this mysterious girl everywhere - in his dreams, in the mirror, in the hallways at school - just everywhere. He starts freaking out because he can't get her out of his head. Somehow, he ends up at a school dance and - gasp! - the girl is there. They share a dance and a kiss, then she runs off. He follows her....to a cemetery, where he finds her picture on a grave. Boom! He's fallen in love with Resurrection Mary.

Resurrection Mary is a common ghost story, an urban legend that originated in Chicago but variants of the story are claimed by many cities. One night, Mary is spending the night with her boyfriend at a local dance hall. At some point, they start arguing and she decides to walk home. Unfortunately, she gets hit by a car and dies. Her spirit roams the road where she died, where the occasional driver offers her a ride. Supposedly, one of these unsuspecting drivers kisses her, when they arrive at her "house," at which point she flees the car and enters the house, leaving a scarf or a jacket or something. The driver tries to return it the next day, which is when he finds out that he gave a ghost a ride.

I'm in your head
The darkest parts
You won't forget
I'll leave a mark
You can't deny
The voice inside
I'll hold you tight
Never let you go
Never let you go

Hey I'm getting under your skin
You're stuck with me 'til the end
How does it feel to be haunted

I think I've said it before but, if I die young, I plan to haunt people. I'm just spiteful enough to do it, too. Not sure how. I'll probably just make the radio do weird things - like play Panic! at the Disco and My Chemical Romance. And I'd leave the scent of Infusion d'Iris everywhere. And push books off of shelves, so the pages fall open and leave cryptic messages for whoever finds them. That doesn't seem too bad. Not trying to scare people, just trying to let them know I'm there....

Well....

I'm there.

"Haunted" Video

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

"Gloomy Sunday" as sung by Sarah McLachlan

There's this urban legend I heard about in high school called the "Hungarian Suicide Song," thus named because it has been linked to a number of suicides. It was composed by a Hungarian pianist named Rezso Seress, but the lyrics that are known today were written by a poet named Laszlo Javor. The lyrics are about a man wanting to commit suicide after his lover's death. When I first heard about it in high school, I wrote a story inspired by the song that followed the same plot line with some minor changes. In my story, a young man commits suicide by jumping off a bridge. His lover, consumed by despair, listens to the Hungarian Suicide Song over and over, getting lost in its melancholy melody. Her friends eventually find her lifeless body in her apartment, the song still playing. Now that I think of it, the people in my stories often end up dead. There's probably a metaphor in there somewhere.

Anyway, newspaper articles from the 1930s associate as many as 19 suicides with the song in both the United States and Hungary. However, this was during the 1930s, which was a depressing time for most of the world, so it's hard to really substantiate that it was the song that did them in. More than likely, people were probably killing themselves because they were starving during the Great Depression or witnessing the increasing fascist influence of Nazi Germany in Eastern Europe (which included watching their friends and family disappear in the middle of the night). Still, Billie Holiday's moving rendition of the song was banned from playing on BBC and numerous versions of the song were banned from being played on the radio. Bad for morale, you know? Unfortunately, the song's composer, Seress, did eventually kill himself, but that was much, much later and was linked to his ongoing battles with depression and financial difficulties.

Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of
Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

I can assure you - I have listened to this song many times and have yet to succeed in killing myself so it's probably safe to listen to, dear reader. The Sarah McLachlan version is quite beautiful, in a sad sort of way. But all her songs are like that. There's a reason they play "Angel" during ASPCA commercials - that woman's voice has a way of making people's heart break, even when they were perfectly happy only moments before. Seriously, if I see that commercial, I feel compelled to save all the poor, abused puppies and kittens (of all ages....I have a habit of calling all dogs "puppies" and all cats "kitties"). I will and then I'll be completely broke, which would suck because I still have a husband, a toddler, and five cats to support.

Just a note: The final verse in the Sarah McLachlan version was not part of the original. It was an attempt by the studio to cheer the song up a bit and distinguish it from other versions.

Another note: YouTube is being a bitch on my laptop right now. I'll add the video later.