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Analysis: Bruce’s “We Take Care of Our Own”

Posted in bush, culture & society, music, philosophy (my), videos with tags on February 11, 2012 by chrisco

MY QUICK ANALYSIS. Totally off the cuff, as I listen to and watch the video, and think to myself “what does it mean,” to me at least.  Complete lyrics, with a few typos, is here: LyricsFreak.

I’ve been knockin’ on the door that holds the throne.
I’ve been lookin’ for the map that leads me home.
I’ve been stumblin’ on good hearts turned to stone.
The road of good intentions has gone dry as bone.

ANALYSIS: When he was young, he believed in America and what — he/we thought — it stood for. He thinks it’s possible to make that dream come true, or at least make things better, or at least make them stop getting worse. One of the ways he’s trying to bring about change is through his music and fame and using the unique platform it gives him. The song itself is part of that.

From Chicago to New Orleans.
From the muscle to the bone.
From the shotgun shack to the Super Dome.
There ain’t “help,” the cavalry stayed home.
There ain’t no one hearing the bugle blowin’.

ANALYSIS: He thought America was about coming to the aid of people in need…. other people, not “our own”. But it seems that doesn’t happen so much these days. “We” take care of our own. “We” are selfish. “We” are uncaring. He wants us to see that, not like it, and take action to change it. That means standing up for each other, for other people, not ourselves.

Where’re the eyes, the eyes with the will to see.
Where’re the hearts, that run over with mercy.
Where’s the love that has not forsaken me.
Where’s the work that set my hands, my soul free.
Where’s the spirit that’ll reign, reign over me.
Where’s the promise, from sea to shining sea.
Where’s the promise, from sea to shining sea.

ANALYSIS: This continues the sentiment of the previous section, with an emphasis on what exactly is missing. The eyes (open them), the hearts (open them), the love (give it), the work (do it), the spirit (feel it), the promise (live it), and the upholding of that promise (keep it).

Where is it, people? That’s the home he is seeking, the American dream, something to be proud of, which is helping other people. (NOTE: It’s actually not the “American” dream, it’s a universal dream and America just happens to be, I hope, one of the ones who has it.)

During that segment of the video, we see a poster on a bus stop in New York City.  The poster is about caring, and more importantly acting on that caring, and inspiring others (children, in the case of the poster).

At the end of the song, the darkness lifts and color returns.  We see people walking together for the first time in the video, together as one, and Bruce is in the crowd (the crowd even has one guy in a suit and tie).

He is an inspiration, but standing with us, not above us or apart with us. He may be rich in terms of money, but Bruce is part of the 99%. He cares. So should you. He’s taking action. So should you. We are the road home.

That’s what the song means to me.

UPDATE #1 (2012-2-11): My friend Suzy saw this and mentioned that Bruce recently wrote the forward to a photo/story book by Washington Post photographer Michael Williamson and writer Dale Maharidge, both Pulitzer Prize winners.  Read and see some photos here: “Bruce Springsteen on ‘Someplace Like America.’”  See and hear one of the authors talk about the book, it’s people, places, and more:  ”The True Life Story Behind His Song The New Timer”: http://youtu.be/JEEE8zmntEU.

UPDATE #2 (2012-2-17): ”Bruce Springsteen: ‘What was done to my country was un-American’ The Boss explains why there is a critical, questioning and angry patriotism at the heart of his new album Wrecking Ball”: http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2012/feb/17/bruce-springsteen-wrecking-ball

Snow on You Crazy Diamond

Posted in culture & society, gothenburg, music, philosophy (my), pics, quote of the day, videos with tags , , , , , , , on February 21, 2010 by chrisco

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Just messing around on this beautiful, snowy day here in Sweden. The weather, music, and mood all came together. Plus a new tripod (thanks, Hugo).

Click that first picture or here to see the snow falling outside our window. I’m glad I decided to stop to smell the flowers (thanks, Cici), and to watch, listen, and feel the snow and wind, and to hear, for the first time, a new rendition of an all-time favorite song. That’s what sealed the deal, the Floyd cover (thanks, Christy).

More pics after the jump.  The first one (below) is from Monday (2/22), the second one is from Thursday (2/25) and the third one is from Tuesday (2/23). The tulip pics and video (above) are from Saturday (2/20). The video cover shot is from Sunday (2/21).

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Gearing up for Obama-Rama-Palooza in DC

Posted in bush, culture & society, events, music, politics & law on January 15, 2009 by chrisco

Yesterday, sitting here in Sweden and emailing my friends back home in Washington, DC, is when the adrenaline-pumping excitement really hit me (for the second time – this was the first).

We are at:

  1. The end of a dark era that spread fear, turned “us” against “them,” and “we” into “me.”
  2. And the beginning of a new era!

While I know it won’t be easy, I believe Obama and his team represent the best — by far — that we could hope for right now.  It’s a tough job, and I know it’s not possible to please everyone inside America, let alone also outside America, but I believe he can/will do better than any of the others could have.

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From Daydreaming to Filmmaking, Through the Lens of Dyslexia

Posted in articles, culture & society, innovation, music on June 16, 2008 by chrisco

Another interesting NYT article on dyslexia. See a few related articles here and here. And this one from the WSJ: How the Brain Learns to Read.

March 30, 2008
Documentary
From Daydreaming to Filmmaking, Through the Lens of Dyslexia
By WENDY CARLSON

WHEN Harvey Hubbell V had difficulty learning in elementary school in the 1960s, his parents had him tested for dyslexia. He had no idea what that was. Nor did he care.

He was too busy making movies in his head.

“I would close my eyes and see pictures. I’d hear music, too — like from a marching band or something — and I knew right where it should come in,” Mr. Hubbell recalled.

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The Australian Pink Floyd Show

Posted in music, reviews on February 20, 2008 by chrisco

Last night, here in Gothenburg, Sweden, some friends and I saw The Australian Pink Floyd Show and were totally blown away.

If you love Pink Floyd and you get a chance to see these guys, do it. They have a totally smoken’ band, complete with saxophones, slide guitar and a 3-woman vocal section. One of those women, Amy Smith, will knock you to the floor and make you cry like a baby when she does her Great Gig in the Sky solo. Just phenomenal. Don’t even get me started on the Wall songs, the Comfortably Numb, the Wish You Were Here, and on and on.

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Brokedown Palace

Posted in culture & society, events, music, pics, uncategorized on August 13, 2005 by chrisco

I wasn’t going to do a posting to mark the 10 years since Jerry Garcia died, but after receiving an email from a friend (FD) entitled “10 Years!” and seeing a few images, including this one and the two others on the next page, I just started writing and this is what came out:

I know, I can’t believe it…. I was on my way back from a week trip in the Adirondacks in NY. Here:

and I kept hearing the Grateful Dead and JGB on the radio, but whenever I heard them going to a commercial break or start talking I changed the channel…. then after maybe a half hour or something, after I figured out that all the stations I was flipping around to were playing the Dead and Jerry, I decided I better see what was going on…. and I found out…. and I drove for 8 hours by myself doing a lot of crying. I made it home to DC at sunset and went straight to the Lincoln Memorial, knowing there’d be others there for the same reason… I have pics from that too:

A couple of strange coincidences:

The night before, or maybe the night of, Jerry’s death we were in a field in the mountains in the Adirondacks. This field:

listening to music, hanging out, etc. when we saw the entire sky get lit up by the biggest, brightest, most amazing shooting star we ever saw… It seemed to go from horizon to horizon, leaving a trail so thick, bright, and long-lasting that its reflection lit up each others astonished faces for many a hearbeat. To this day I have never seen anything like that.

The other coincidence was that, even though I went to the Adirondacks every year with my parents when I was a kid, I had not been there in 11 years, but now I was back… And it was that summer 11 years prior — the summer of 1984, when I was barely 15 — that I saw my first Dead show and embarked on an era of my life that was amazing in all kinds of ways… and then to come back to the Adirondacks, after all that time, changed by the experiences of 11 years, yet still with the same core…. it was like coming home in a way to go back there, because I love it so much… and it was like leaving home — and leaving the era — hearing and thinking about the news and all things that happened, all the friends, concerts, and experiences, over those 11 years… Those were magical years. The Grateful Dead and Jerry Garcia enabled a connection to be formed, on an individual and group level, that I have never seen before and will be lucky to ever see again. The experience, bond and the values last a lifetime… And for that I am thankful.

Fare you well, fare you well, I love you more than words can tell, Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.

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