We sometimes forget that music is more than a source of entertainment. Songs originally were tools to help us teach morality lessons, to share the news of the day and to record- through the oral tradition- the memories of major events in our lives. They helped us celebrate our victories, mourn our losses and revere our gods.  And, though we sometimes think these roots are relegated to dusty folk history for discussions of ancient ballads, our modern songwriters still use music to help us to remember and heal.

Last week, over on Google+, I happened to post a link to a video for the traditional bluegrass/stringband tune “White House Blues” in recognition of the 110th anniversary of the assassination of U.S. President William McKinley. The song’s original lyrics provide a breaking news style series of updates of news of the assassination in a style that should be familiar to any modern viewer of cable news. The narrator of the song even manages to get a quote from the grieving and angry widow.  (“Look here, you rascal, and see what you’ve done. You shot my husband with this Ivor Johnson gun.”)

The song generated a comment that recognized the McKinley assassination was no longer a major event in our timeline, so it was interesting to see how the song itself had helped preserve the memory of the confusing days of September 1901 when Americans wondered if the world was spinning out of control.

And, so, I began to wonder. What musical legacy might we leave behind to a generation not yet conceived of our own September story? The songs I’ve selected to showcase in my weekend playlist may not necessarily be the ones that are preserved as American folk music in 2101. However, to me, they do a fine job of illustrating the emotions and experiences of 9/11 as I remember them through the fog of a decade.

The terrorist attacks of 9/11 inspired their fair share of bad music. To be fair, the McKinley assassination likely inspired plenty of maudlin tunes. Most of them are lost to memory for a reason. If there is any justice in this world, the same will happen to much of the 9/11 musical catalog.

I grant that, in the aftermath of that day, emotions were raw. It was necessary to put your thoughts down in some way. So, I’m not going to call anybody out by name (except for you, Toby Keith) because the effort was in earnest.

Actually, Toby’s songs – particularly “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue”—do reflect a very real emotional mindset of people after 9/11. So, leaving it out of the playlist may have been a disservice. I just couldn’t bring myself to include the “boot up your ass” song (as I call it) because it didn’t reflect my 9/11. Everyone’s perspective of the day and its legacy is filtered through their own lens, after all. And while I enjoy much of Toby’s other works, I tend to hear his 9/11-inspired tunes with the same half-attentive polite nodding I give to my Tea Party relatives when they go on a rant.

Your mileage may vary. This is the soundtrack of my life and thoughts in a world where a perfect blue September sky can cause a pain in my heart. You can listen to all the songs listed below on my Spotify playlist created for the article- Weekend Playlist: 9/11 Anniversary Edition

Alan Jackson – Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning?)

“Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?”

There may be no better opening line that boils down the shared experience of 9/11 than Alan Jackson’s question that starts this song. Country music produced a large quantity of 9/11-inspired tunes, but this one is the one we’ll still know a century from now. I’ve always admired Alan Jackson’s ability to craft a good story in song. Some of his best writing was taking place around this time (see: “Drive (for Daddy Gene)”), so he seemed primed to speak for us in the weeks after 9/11. The song made great use of country music clichés but still had an ability to feel fresh to us when we heard it played live for the first time on television.  When others chose to write songs that wrapped us in flags, Alan Jackson knew we might have better comfort from a blanket draped over our shoulders instead.

Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band – Into the Fire

“I heard you calling me, then you disappeared in the dust, up the stairs, into the fire…”

Springsteen’s entire The Rising album is an opus to the memory of 9/11, so choosing only a few songs to mention seemed a difficult task. Into the Fire speaks to me because The Boss so expertly took an image that can still shake us to our core—the thought of the doomed firemen of FDNY climbing the tower stairs—and used it as a metaphor for all the other things that trouble our lives.

Sleater-Kinney – Faraway

“…then the phone rings. Turn on the TV and watch the world exploding…”

Sleater-Kinney delivers a song that presents the confusion, the impotent rage and the frustrations we felt as we watched from afar. We watched this unfold live on our television screens. We were there, but not and we share the thoughts of the song’s narrator, “And the heart is hit in a city faraway, but it feels so close.”

Neil Young – Let’s Roll

“I’ve got to put the phone down, and do what we gotta do..”

While most of us were far away from the center of events as the narrator of the previous tune by Sleater-Kinner, there were plenty who were caught right in the center of it all. The now legendary story of the passengers of Flight 93 is memorialized by Neil Young in Let’s Roll.  For literal and symbolic reasons it is appropriate this song begins with a cellphone ringtone. Walter Cronkite broke the news of JFK, cable news was our witness to the Challenger explosion, but the 9/11 terror attacks entered many of our lives with a phone ringing in our pocket. The passengers of Flight 93 learned of the New York attacks from loved ones on the ground, calling them with the news. They turned it into a tactical advantage and we soon all learned about a small town called Shanksville in Pennsylvania.

Leonard Cohen – On that Day

“Some people say they hate of us old, our women unveiled, our slaves and our gold.”

Why? We asked this question a lot. Leonard Cohen, one of my favorite poets who also happens to be a songwriter and singer, heard the question and heard some of the too simple answers we were telling ourselves.

Billy Joel – New York State of Mind

“I don’t have any reasons, I’ve left them all behind. I’m in a New York state of mind…”

Yes, this song predates 9/11 by 25 years. But, the tune became an anthem in the months following. While Sinatra’s “New York, New York,” may be the city’s unofficial anthem, Billy Joel’s song had the right amount of nostalgia and melancholy to make it a love song appropriate for the wounded city.

Everclear – The New York Times

“I wanna believe in this world…”

The New York Times began publishing the individual stories of the victims. It allowed those of us who read the stories to recognize the individuals as individuals and not simply as a sum of losses. The narrator looks to these stories in hopes of making sense of the events, but these stories do not tell us why, they only tell us what we have lost.

Eminem – Mosh

“No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinkin’ we ain’t loyal…”

Eminem’s controversial rap in 2004 examined the aftermath of 9/11 and the Desert Storm adventure in Iraq. Like many of the youth that enjoyed his music, there was a growing sense of frustration within the so-called “9/11 Generation” that the united bonds we formed in the days after 9/11 were now being used against us through reactionary legislation such as the “PATRIOT Act.” Eminem called upon his audience to stop standing around complaining and to form a movement. It was a masterful work of capturing the emotional turbulence that would come to illustrate American politics and youth’s role in it for the remainder of the decade.

Steve Earle – John Walker’s Blues

“I’ve seen all those kids in the soda pop ads, but none of them looked like me.”

Steve Earle doesn’t shy away from controversy. So, it was little surprise to me that his most notable work inspired by 9/11 draws inspiration from a young American man, John Walker Lindh, who left the United States to join the Taliban fighters in Afghanistan. Earle’s John Walker doesn’t ask us to think of him as a hero or even as a victim. He is simply telling us his story and how he could find no answers to the questions that troubled him within his own homeland.

Lily Allen – Him

“Ever since He can remember, people have died in His good name…”

Since both sides of the new War on Terror believed they had God on their side, Lily Allen decided to present a possible perspective of God’s point of view. It’s cheeky, irreverent and good pop. Allen also is able to let us know that God’s favorite band is Creedence Clearwater Revival, which makes me hopeful somehow. I had been afraid the answer to that question was going to be Jars of Clay.

Jay-Z – Empire State of Mind

“Long live the WTC…”

Jay-Z delivered the 21st century answer to Billy Joel’s New York State of Mind. It delivers all the swagger and arrogance you might expect from the attitudes of this generation, but listen to the over-the-top chorus with Alicia Keys and tell me it isn’t just as cheesy as Joel’s tune? And, I mean that as a compliment.

Billy Joel – Miami 2017

“I watched the mighty skyline fall…”

Billy Joel may never be mistaken for Nostradamus, but this 1976 tune set in the very near future recounts the memories of an apocalyptic event that changed New York City forever. Joel was writing from the perspective of life in a city that was in the midst of crime waves and financial troubles. It seemed the Big Apple would rot in the 1970s and not many people would be sad to see it go. In Joel’s contemporary world, it was difficult to imagine a New York in the future that the world would want to rally around to save. I used to love this song as a teenager. I loved the New York-flavored defiance found in the narrator’s recollections of how the city and its residents did not go down without a fight. It was that same attitude that carried the city through the tragedy of September 2001.

Tori Amos – I Can’t See New York

“…and you said you would find me, even in death…”

Amos says she actually began writing this song before 9/11, but the World Trade Center attacks certainly influenced the final product. The narrator of the song seems to be the ghost of one of the passengers of the flights that targeted the towers, lost on the other side of the living and trying to make sense of the events of the day.

Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris – If This Is Goodbye

“I love you and that’s all that really matters…”

While there is no direct mention of the 9/11 terror attacks in this song, Knopfler says the song was inspired by news stories in the days following of people who called their loved ones from or in the Towers to say goodbye. To me, it is one of the most achingly beautiful sentiments of any of the songs listed. In my world, the voice of Emmylou Harris is a like an altar call.

Mary Chapin Carpenter – Grand Central Station

“I ain’t no hero, mister,just a workin’ man…”

The narrator of Mary’s song is a construction worker helping with the recovery efforts at Ground Zero. The worker believes the ghosts of the victims are carried with him through the “holy dust” that clings to his work clothes and he answers their requests to have him take them through the city they loved one more time to another iconic New York landmark, Grand Central Station. We find comfort in believing we can help those who have gone, but in truth they help us learn to carry on without them.

Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band – The Rising

“May their precious blood forever bind me…”

Springsteen closes the playlist with a song of optimism married to lyrics of loss. Our narrator is a firefighter climbing to his doom and arriving in a vision of his own paradise. Who better to understand the myth of the Phoenix than a fireman? From the ashes, we will rise.

cleesevikingWhile I usually rely on historical trivia to guide me in choosing a song of the week, this week’s selection is inspired by a series of comments I made this week on Twitter.

As you may know, popular culture is awash in vampires lately. With the debut of yet another movie based on yet another vampire-themed young adult novel, we are confronted yet again with the bloodsuckers.

Hey, don’t get me wrong. I like a good vampire story, too. But, selfishly, I see no personal profit potential in the vampire trend. By the time I would be able to get anything produced for publication, I fear the trend will have crept back into its coffin waiting to be revived in another decade or so.

I expressed on Twitter the desire to create a new trend that I could cash in on. Zombies are starting to pick up serious momentum, but a true trendsetter is able to look beyond the immediate needs of the consumer and anticipate the next big thing. Thus, I envision a future trend for vikings.

Yes, vikings. And after slogging through a few examples of Viking metal on Last.fm (yes, such a genre exists), I was discouraged that I might not ever find a Viking song worthy of selection for this week’s song of the week.

But, then, happily I was reminded of the perfect song for this week’s selection by Aunt B (who, incidentally, is one of my favorite bloggers to read on a regular basis. Check out her blog, Tiny Cat Pants, as soon as you can).

And, so without further ado, I bring you a Viking-edition of the song of the week: Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song.”

And, as an added bonus I bring you (courtesy of R. Neal’s reminder in the comments of my Volhalla post) the fury of the Viking kittens. Be prepared for pillaging. They are your overlords. (The usual location at vikingkittens.com doesn’t seem to be working, so I’ve liked to a different location for now.)

Vietnam Veterans Memorial stampIn 1980, when Congress set aside land in Washington, DC, for a Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial, it was easy to assume that the eventual design would be similar to the other Greco-Roman-styled monuments along the National Mall. Perhaps there would be sculpture of a helmet-wearing GI waving his men forward. It would be carved from bright white marble and contain beautiful quotes and statements about loyalty, perseverance and remembrance. There would be a wreath in bas relief on a column and an eagle perched above it all. That’s how things are done. It was inevitable.

No one told Maya Lin, however, when she submitted her proposal for a radical new design for the memorial. Her design- one of 1,400 submitted was the top choice of the judges, but widely disliked by the general public– particularly veterans.

Lin’s design did not stand tall above the Washington skyline. It dug itself into the ground. It was made of reflective black granite, not white marble. The original design included no heroic sculpture- only names. 50,000 names.

The judges recognized the genius and symbolism of the design, but the public would take a while to catch up. Some early supporters of the project, including Jim Webb (currently representing Virginia in the U.S. Senate), resigned from the memorial committee in protest of the design choice.

But, isn’t that the way it is with us humans? When confronted with the new, we perceive different as a negative and not the potential of the new.

Throughout 1981, there was debate whether the Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial would even be built. Calmer heads prevailed and work began. When the memorial was opened to the public 27 years ago today on November 13, 1982, there was still some debate about the design…until people stepped forward to read the names– the 50,000 names.

When you turn to The Wall (as the memorial has come to be known) to read the names, you are confronted with a startling vision– yourself reflected in the black granite with the names etched across your face. In a startling moment, you have become the ghost and those very real, very solid names are the living things we have come to haunt, to disturb with our rattling chains of memories.

It wasn’t long before Americans adapted to the different memorial and made it their own. Families would come visit these names, make pencil rubbings to take home, and converse with the names through actual words or symbolic trinkets. It had become an uniquely American wailing wall and soon the memorial site was littered with birthday cards, high school graduation photos, notes of prayer, letters pleading for or giving forgiveness, and more.

Today, the trinkets themselves are as much a part of the memorial. We cannot imagine it any other way. We cannot imagine the Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial in any other shape or format than the one envisioned by Maya Lin. We are shocked to look back in time and see the Memorial derisively called a “black gash of shame” and other even less friendly terms. The Wall, with its 50,000 names, is where we go to touch the names– as if our fingertips can bring back the sons, brothers, fathers and classmates again. We need to touch the wall to remind ourselves that, our ghostly reflection notwithstanding, we are the living and the rock before us contains not our own apparition, but instead the ghosts of our lost. The Wall is a communal tombstone for a generation of men and women and we leave intimate gifts of thanks, remembrance, and undying love for each name etched there.

Our song of the week is one of the best expressions of all the Wall has come to represent to us in the 27 years since it opened to us. Some readers may have heard the song as it was performed by the legendary George Jones, but I present it here by the song’s writer Jamie O’Hara.

There is a great independently-run web site about the memorial, operated by veterans of the 9th Infantry. It even includes the ability to find out which names on the Wall are having birthdays.

David Honeyboy EdwardsBrad Henderson, an old college friend of mine, is a pretty talented and bright fellow– especially if you’re talking about branding and especially if you’re discussing music.

So, I tend to take notice when he publishes posts on his blog, Big Howdy, about how the music industry may slowly be warming up to the idea that fans are going to take photos of their favorite musicians in concert (as I did here with Delta blues singer David “Honeyboy” Edwards). It seems some of the savvier artists, venues and companies have begun to figure out that music fans are better allies than adversaries and are adapting their old “no camera” policies to reflect the realities of today’s smart phones and high-quality point-and-shoot digital cameras.

Jeff Brown of the Belleville Outfit

Jeff Brown (The Belleville Outfit) at Sundown in the City in downtown Knoxville

It’s a good read, so go on over and take a look and share your thoughts with Brad over there.

Speaking for myself, I agree with Brad. I love to share my favorite music in any way I can. So, yes, if the venue and artist allow it, I want to bring my Kodak to the show and take some photos as keepsakes of favorite shows. I want to remember the experience and share it with friends and family. I don’t take photos of every concert, festival, marching band competition, or impromptu street performance I come across, but I do cherish the memories each photo provides.

Earlier this summer, in a fit of nostalgia, I posted a link on my Facebook status to a YouTube video of John Waite’s “Missing You” in honor of the 25th anniversary of the catchy tune hitting the top of the Billboard charts. And, thus, was born a new Facebook tradition for me: the Song of the Week.

Each Friday since, I have entertained myself and my friends (well, mostly myself) with a self-proclaimed song of the week. The purpose of all this? Well, I ask you– must everything have a purpose? Can’t we just do something like this because it’s fun? Yes? Good. Then we shall.

The songs have run the course of Americana, ragtime piano, Motown classics and whatever else strikes my fancy. Sometimes I continue the tradition established with the first song and pick a tune celebrating a milestone anniversary, other times the song may be from an artist I’ll be seeing soon in concert, in recognition of a celebrity birthday or other odd historical trivia, or simply because I like it. There’s really no need to over-think it. It’s just meant to provide a bit of music to help ease us all into the weekend with some music.

Last week’s song of the week (October 30) was selected because it was the #1 song in the land on the date my mother went into labor with my older brother in 1964. It also, coincidentally, was the birthday of one of the song’s writers. So, here’s a video of the Supremes singing Baby Love. Friend me on Facebook or come back here on Friday to find out what the new song of the week will be.

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