It’s the end (or beginning) of another week, as summer loses its grip and the leaves swim in caramel and fire. Shorts turns into sweaters and apples into pumpkins and the sky goes thick with slumber.
Music is different inside the fall; tethered to its annual rites rather than a fresh new bundle served up weekly. This time of year is the domain to which the standards rule, and membership is exclusive. We own the music and the music owns us. As it should be.
Music should never behave, as far as I’m concerned. It should thrill and provoke and surprise you into places you’ve never been, while at the same time casting a spell that makes you feel as if the moments have your name on them. It should be a place where we can fall in and out of love. Where we can sublime the ordinary, provoke our wicked moods and tease the nickel and dime concerns into million dollar dreams.
I love when a tune has its way with me, as if it has been eyeing me up from the get. And then it feeds me its best line and then I’m falling and then it has me, right where it wants me. Because the right song, it makes you want it that way.
Personally, this is my favorite month of the fall when it comes to music. Nothing against Bing Crosby and Perry Como, but those fellers is gonna own the deed from November through January while the spooky nooks and crannies of October are left to their thirty one days and nights.
So here’s one from the inimitable Screamin’ Jay Hawkins who tuned it up and shook it loose inside the year of nineteen hundred and fifty six. And in so doing, he delivered up one of my all time favorite Halloween songs. This naughty little thing was originally intended to be a ballad, but it quickly turned into something else entirely on account of Jay and his boys liking their drink rather artfully. And so while he didn’t spill this into vinyl with any spooky ideas, it’s got October written all over it from where I’m sitting.
Lucky thing for me old Jay wasn’t much for good behavior.
B,
Here you go again… ” as summer loses its grip and the leaves swim in caramel and fire…and the sky goes thick with slumber” – you and your wonderful turns of phrase… sigh.
I love that: music should never behave. Damn straight! I never stopped to think about it, to tell the truth, and yet did feel that sentiment without putting it into such eloquent words as you do so very well.
Screamin’ Jay Hawkins? Oh yeah, baby! I LOVE this one. And now that you mentioned it? Yeah… It screams October and Hallowe’en…
Why am I not surprised you are not one for good behavioUr?
Lotsa love,
Q
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Q,
And here YOU go again, giving me the propers that I love so very much. I dig when you dig. You know that.
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Stop it… I just love to sit back and let your words soak in and swirl ’round my psyche…
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Imma take Cinnamon for a thousand, Alex!
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What is the word that smells like another?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
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We umm, yeah.
Wait a minute, there’s only two dings in Jeopardy . . I think.
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😀
Are ya sure? Been a while since I watched… I’ll have to check. I like to check my facts before I start arguin’
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We could wager on it if you wish. Two dings . . . I say. Are you over or under that one?
Wait . . you’re a fact checker? Yep, you really are Canadian . .
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What are the stakes? I don’t wager just willy-nilly, yanno!
Of course I am. I really am…
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Pizza? But no. You win. It’s three because I’m hooting in my head as we speak and yep, ya won. Fuck.
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C’est la vie, mon chéri
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Gesundheit!
😉
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Now I have to teach you French, too?
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Oui. And I must teach you beisbol.
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Oui, oui… of course… you mean outside of “Field of Dreams”, “The Rookie”, et al?
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Yes, totes.
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Mwah!
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MWAH!!
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And yes, a misbehaving tune is our simpatico to the bad report card . . breakup . . pink slip . . failed marriage. We NEED that shit to keep us on Terra firma.
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I like that… Seriously… I can add a few to that list. We DO need that shit.
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You can add some? G’head. Do yo bad self thang on it sistah. Rhyme the mercies with the hellish intent and see how those babies cry.
Mmmm Hmmmm
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Let us just say I did NOT ever get a diploma for good behavioUr in high school…
Hmmm?
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Huh? What? You didn’t? No!
So what up with those glasses?
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Jay was the Original Z. Wild with the street logic melody and vividly original with the muscle whiskey lyrics. Screamin’ Jay understood his sexy spooky to a doctorate level.
Umm . . it’s behaviOr.
Much more love back,
B
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That he was… and he did.
No…. it’s behavioUr… damn Yank….
Bats her eyelashes and blows a kiss…
Q
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He was and did, and is still doing.
The only U we have down this way lives on ‘Murica’s boot tip. A ‘lil place called Florida, where the Hurricanes play college football.
“Bats those eyelashes,” . . . nice October reference.
Blowing a kiss back . . .
B
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Indeedy…
I will learn you better… though I feel this ain’t gonna be an easy task.
October does bring those bats…
MWAH!!
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Will ya now?
I’m easy. I mean . . . yeah, that’s what I meant.
October is batshit crazy month. Thirty one days full of it. And Imma dig on every last musical minute of ’em because Michael Jackson taught me how.
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That I will.
Don’t I know it!
It is. He was not KING for nuthin’!
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True thing, young lady!
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The opening lines were off the charts and set the tone for the post. Linking music to the seasons is a great analogy – and your choice for the changing season of October is awesome – but would it work for those in the southern hemisphere?
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Thank you Cincy!
Methinks the peeps on the Southern side of the equator might have to get a tad bit creative with their imaginations. But hey . . music can take you there.
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Good answer!
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Screamin’ Jay…a swoon of a song this time of the year! Outstanding. Here’s to loads of autumnal misbehaving. 🎃
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Woot! Woot! Woot!
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Nice job, Marc. You painted a lovely word picture of the season. I love Jay Hawkin’s song and did back when launched in 56 my sophomore year in high school.
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What a classic. I knew you would love this one! Thank you for the chime, Boss.
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Deserved.
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