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“In the song when the wires are hushed”

The second installment in the Lasers in the Jungle track-by-track look at Surprise.

It’s difficult to imagine a songwriter whose output is as consistently satisfying as Paul Simon “locked in a struggle for the right combination – of words in a melody line,” as he sings jazzily, trailing the beat just enough. It’s easier to imagine Simon taking “ a walk along the riverbanks of my imagination,” as Surprise’s second track, “Everything About It Is A Love Song,” unravels gorgeously. By the time Simon sings of “golden clouds … shuffling the sunshine,” we’re off in another world.

And then, the we get the first exceptionally pleasant shift on an album that continues to delight, as Simon sings of someday returning, inevitably, from creativity and peacefulness, Brian Eno introduces a drumbeat that owes more to Brit House than South Africa or Brazil, whose rhythms have coloured Simon’s recordings and performances for two decades. “If I ever get back to the twentieth century,” Simon sings, “I guess I’ll have to pay off some debts.” On the BBC’s The Big Show, Simon pointed out that, as songwriter, he had given himself an escape clause of sorts – what with the twentieth century being over. That said, “Everything” introduces the theme of atonement, which recurs on “I Don’t Believe” and “Another Galaxy.” Here, he writes about everyone’s having to account for the things they’ve done and the opportunities missed – to help oneself and others, to stand up against injustice, perhaps, or comfort those in affliction. To love and lose.

Before you know it, the music shifts again; we’ve travelled from peaceful creativity through self-reflection to disappointment: “we don’t mean to mess things up, but mess them up we do.” Eno’s touch, again, is measured and spot-on; listen to the electronic sweep right before Simon sings “surprise, surprise, surprise.”

And suddenly we’ve returned to our initial two-chord progression, though the key has changed (almost unknowingly), back from another world to a harsh December, “frost creeping over the pond.” The songwriter reflects on his lot in life, thinking ahead, perhaps to the moment when the soul is freed from its bodily master, “far above the golden clouds.” Does salvation (“rescue”) lie in atonement? If we really shed our physical vessels, return “as a tree, or a crow, or even the wind-blown dust,” can we reach a higher plane, where life is a memory, “far above the golden clouds”? Or is “Everything” really a song about creativity and the imaginative life? Lyrically and musically, there is a strong link to “Hurricane Eye,” the best track on Simon’s last album, 2000’s You’re The One, another elusive work that dealt with writer’s block, the contentment of familial bonds and the grandness of life. Musically, both “Everything” and “Hurricane” can be broken down into three distinct parts (perhaps the fact that the music travels so far is why I enjoy them both so much). The early part builds off a simple riff (the two-chord guitar progression in “Everything” and Mark Stewart’s banjo part in “Hurricane”), followed by a transitional riff (those great drums on “Everything” and the “over the bridge of time” section of “Hurricane”).

And then comes the middle part – the moment in each song where things take a somewhat despairing turn. In “Hurricane,” Simon repeats the phrase “peaceful as a hurricane eye” over and over, complementing the hiccupping 7/8 rhythm, set against a background of fuzzy guitars that would sound right at home on Surprise. In “Everything,” a manic, guitar riff (and a wonderful bassline) support lyrics about relationships gone bad, when a photograph of happier times serves as contrast, not comfort.

Finally we enter a third portion, using elements of the first – the two chords in “Everything” and the banjo in “Hurricane” – to close the musical loop. “Hurricane” includes a great instruction and ends with Simon thinking on a galaxy level: “You wanna be a writer? Don’t know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen … I’ve been away for a long time, and it looks like a mess around here. And I’ll be away for a long time, so here’s how the story goes.” Similarly, on the Surprise song, the words of wisdom take us beyond the physical world: “The earth is blue. And everything about it is a love song.”

And it is – perhaps the meaning of these two songs, the two most elusive of Simon’s recent compositions, is that creativity and peacefulness are the blessings of life, that despair and uncertainty can lead to contentment, and that the way to get there, as Simon told Nightline recently, is to sing a love song. Ultimately, maybe Surprise’s second track is as billed: a love song to the world.

Simon himself summed it up quite nicely in an interview with the Newark Star-Ledger’s Jay Lustig:

“You look back at the whole thing from some distant place,” he says, “and the Earth looks so beautiful and blue. Then you say, ‘Well, it’s all about love.’ Love that worked out, love that didn’t work out, all the manifestations of love, love that turns to hate and all that.

“If you don’t stay in the big picture and you’re right in the midst of things … well then, you feel it with an intensity that’s not at all mellow. You’re in the throbbing life of the 21st century.

“But if you go back and forth between the two views, it creates a kind of a hum. It makes a kind of a sound. And if you can capture that sound, then you could say, ‘That’s the way I hear things.’ That’s about all you could say. You can’t say, ‘I understand it.’ But you can say, ‘That’s the way I hear it.’”

Postscript: One shouldn’t write about “Everything” without mentioning the wonderful guitar lines provided by Bill Frisell, who explores the reaches of his instrument and the song like a spaceship kissing the atmosphere. A truly inspired performance.

Le son de Simon

Decent tribute at the jazz festival. Enjoyable, but hit and miss. A setlist and some first impressions:

Show begins with a recording of Leonard Cohen, local boy, reciting The Sound of Silence. Cohen interspersed variations on “Paul Simon, Wednesday Morning, 3AM, The Sound of Silence” between verses (stanzas?). Kinda cool. Kinda odd. Not really jazz. Whatever.

Colin “Cougar Mellencamp” James:
The Obvious Child (with local Brazilian-style drum troupe Kumpa ‘Nia). Colin, baby, either learn the words or learn to read off the lyric sheet. But don’t try both. Also, there’s a reason why there are no “Blueshammer” solos in Paul Simon songs. Miss.

Cecilia. Marginally better. Not as lively as Paul will sing it tomorrow.

Holly “Don’t Call Me Paula” Cole
Kodachrome. Nice. Excellent Fender Rhodes or whatever. Band is tight, learned their arrangements. Kudos to the musical director.

Mrs. Robinson. Great performance. Excellent vocals, extended scat jam at the end. Holly is so underrated.

Bedouin Soundclash
Mother & Child Reunion. Faithful rendition. Forgettable.

Elvis Costello
Peace Like A River. First live performance by anyone ever? Maybe. Nice rendition. No crazy guitar solo. Elvis is a great interpreter of songs. Nicely done.

Elvis brings out Allen Toussaint for…
American Tune. Nice. Good acoustic guitar from the band. Drums were too much.

Elvis leaves and Allen introduces Zachary Richard.
They nail Take Me To The Mardi Gras. Richard’s falsetto is great. Nice extended coda from the better than average horn section.

Zachary splits and out comes Francophone sensation Michel Rivard. Lovely version of America. Stupid woman wonders why he’s singing in English. Faithful arrangement (again). Michel introduces Ariane Moffatt and they sing…

The Boxer. Faithful (again again). Extended coda like it’s 1969. Singalong. So not jazz.

If it isn’t Blue Rodeo’s Jim Cuddy. Who sings…
Still Crazy. Sax solo comes in very late, but Jim handles the tricky song nicely. Introduces Kevin Parent, saying he’ll play Art Garfunkel to his Paul Simon. Oh yeah? Why are you holding a guitar? And they do an OK job on…

Homeward Bound. Jim splits and it’s time for…

Me & Julio. Fun. Kevin’s singing is kinda lousy, but the arrangement is really fun. Party time.

Jamie Cullum comes out. Whoever he is, he nailed it with the best performance of the evening on…

50 Ways. Manic piano solo. The key to 50 Ways is a great piano solo. Funky enough to call it jazz. Big reception; big impression.

Let me just say that the house band at this outdoor show (100,000 people?), Daniel Thouin et ses musiciens, was fantastic, especially since they barely had time to rehearse with the singers. Kudos. Remember how lousy the band was at the Kennedy Center? This was the opposite.

Then there was some gospel choir stuff from Jeri Brown and the JB Pumped Singers of Montreal. Jeri shrieks. Not a nice sound. The choir was good but forgettable. Did Loves Me Like a Rock and Diamonds. Totally overshadowed the band, that nailed Diamonds. Low point.

Then came local boy Sam Roberts, who had the fortune of doing Late In The Evening and Call Me Al. Brought the party to the street, y’all. Fun times. Dancing and clapping. Yay!

This is where the encore was/would be if it were a regular show. We forgot who was left. Ah yes, the great Quebecer, Daniel Lanois.

Brought a female vocalist in a killer black dress and his own drummer. Did three minutes of Neil Youngesque instrumental guitar stuff (no other musicians; two voices, an electric guitar and drums) on The Sound of Silence. Crazy beautfiul. Daniel and his singer kinda fumbled a verse but the effect of the feedbacky, loud guitar was mesmerizing. He nailed the soul of a classic. Kudos.

For the finale, some of the JB Pumped singers, who had been on a line up a flight of stairs that formed the back of the stage, came forward and did a slow, foot-tapping version of Slip Slidin’ Away. They must have sang it three or four times, allowing the band to take a much-deserved bow, followed by all the performers (or most; I don’t think I saw Elvis Costello). Lovely performance.

All in all, a great night. Beautfiul songs, inspired, if off-and-on performances, and the rain, which had been dumping all afternoon and evening, let up, revealing a cloudless night sky, halfmoon and all for a wonderful celebration of song. On the walk home, as we hummed the tunes fresh in our memory and tried to recall the setlist, the clouds returned in a thick patch of fog, closing what will remain a special night.

Paul plays his own Montreal International Jazz Festival show tomorrow night; it sold out quickly and is probably a harder ticket to come by than Madonna’s shows here last month. Tonight’s hommage will be broadcast in Canada on the CBC and ARTV in the coming months. I hope you all get to see it.