Last night I attended the City Arts and Lectures "Talking Music" program with Neko Case at the Herbst Theater in San Francisco. "Talking Music" is a great public radio series where artists are interviewed on stage and then invited to play a few songs in a very simple, stripped-down setting. This medium was perfect for Neko Case, who is not only a wonderful musician but also a very interesting and fun person. After listening to her interview, I was thoroughly convinced that she and I should be best friends.
I had never heard of Case until this Summer, when my friend Hannah introduced me to her somewhere on our way from Seattle to Omaha. Hannah gave me the CD, "Fox Confessor Brings the Flood," as a parting gift before she headed home, and it literally did not leave my car stereo for the entire length of the season. As a result, Case's haunting and evocative lyrics and melodies always conjure up images of thunderstorms, winding roads, and hospital deaths for me--the events of my summer.
Perhaps most interesting about last night's interview were the few occasions when Case described her inspiration for certain songs. Known for very image-centered song-writing, all of Case's songs present little movies for the mind, and after listening to them for months straight, I had become pretty wedded to exactly what I thought was going on in particular songs. In many cases, I was wrong with my assumptions, but Case's explanation of how the songs came about were even more compelling than I could have imagined. A great example is her song "Dirty Knife," which is full of disturbing and beautiful images about madness. I was never quite sure what the story-line of the song was, but last night Case explained that it was based on a story that her grandmother used to tell about a family that all went simultaneously crazy as a result of lead poisoning in their well. Wow. How she gets from initial inspiration to final, beautiful, song is amazing.
Here are the lyrics to "Dirty Knife." So creepy, poetic, and beautiful.
So suddenly the madness came
With its whiskered, wolven, ether pangs
He locked the door
And shut the blinds
He laid down on the floor and he slept like iron
While the dirty knife worked deep
Into his spine
The blood runs crazy
The blood runs crazy
Cascading letters pool on the stairs
The grass is high, the cats are wild
You can't even touch the tip of their tails
And the blood runs crazy with giant strides
He sang nursery rhymes to paralyze
The wolves that eddy out the corner of his eyes
But they squared him frozen where he stood
In the glow of the furniture piled high for firewood
And the blood runs crazy with giant strides
And the woodsman failed to breech those fangs in time
So they dragged him through the underbrush
Wearing three winter coats and a dirty knife
Not all of Case's songs are violent or disturbing like that, but they all seem to be equally creative and innovative. On top of this wonderful song-writing is her stunning, strong voice, which tells the story equally as well as the words and melodies do. If you haven't already, check her out!
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