Surprise End
I saw Peter Case just the once many years ago and that was a
treat as he is one of the great singer-songwriters.
This latest release is also a treat, and reflects Case’s
inimitable style of blues/roots inflected folk, lyrically astute and sung with
his distinctive lightly drawled, light-husky vocal.
A song that perfectly encapsulates Case’s craft is second Waiting on a Plane: the acoustic guitar
blues opening suggests a classic 12 bar, and it is in some respects, but the
beautiful folk melody that is layered over this makes for a delightful
combination, the delicate piano chords adding a calming texture. The lyrics
tell a tale of loss and regret, a thief perhaps reflecting, as he waits, on the
precarious balances his life produces.
The angry Case is reflected in opener Pelican Bay, a song railing against the colossal number of inmates
held in American prisons, the lawlessness of its environs, the imbalance of
black inmates to others, and further inherent injustices. This ‘theme’ is
pursued from a different perspective in All
Dressed Up [For Trial].
The other imbalance of the rich and poor is presented in Water from a Stone, a broad canvas on
which to paint the injustices meted out to refugees who have escaped in search
of a better life, tenants of greedy landlords, the more general history of
haves and have nots, and the larger capitalist culture/context of it all – embraced by the metaphor of squeezing water from a stone.
In The Long Good Time,
the opening could describe my memories of home and growing up,
Mother was doing her
ironing while she listened to Nat King Cole
Teenagers came and
went in cars all tuned to rock’n’roll
Windows were open in a
summer heat
Locusts were singing
out there on the street
The feeling passed now,
I can’t recall, how we never thought we had it all
Every one, every place,
everything has been erased
That’s the way it goes
and Case continues to rue loss as well as some fond
reflection on home life, darkness in his song about the power’s cut and mother
called down from the top of the stairs ‘boys play that nice song about suicide’.
Not quite my scenario, thankfully. But my mother loved Cole, and I remember the locusts and their night-time songs in Elk Horn, Iowa.
Closer and title song is 1 minute and 5 seconds of honky
tonk piano. Go figure.
A journey that resonates - thank you Peter.
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