A life in pop songs

Mar 8th, 2010 | By | Category: Personal Columns

Sitting in a seafront pub in Bray on Friday night, an excellent female duet sang old R & B songs for the couple of dozen customers who, for the most part, paid little attention.  Unlike the produced, packaged and computerised stuff that now trades under the name of music, there was  genuine talent and freshness.  Sitting on a table watching them sing Bill Withers’ 1971 song, ‘Ain’t no sunshine’, there was the sudden realisation that I was meant to be catching the train.    “I must go back sometime and hear them again”, I thought.  But I won’t, of course, and if I did they probably wouldn’t be playing.

Some encounters are no more than single brief moments in time, others are repeated, but seem like a single moment.  Sitting, earlier in the evening, we had talked about the songs played at the end of discos.

“Did you have Frank Sinatra singing ‘New York, New York”?

“No, we had Jeff Beck singing, “Hi, ho, silver lining”.

Did we though? Were there to be an inquiry into songs being badly sung by people who had drunk too much, could I testify that Jeff Beck’s lyrics were sung on every occasion?

Maybe we didn’t always sing Jeff Beck; maybe we sang him only once, and the moment became the mood felt at the end of every disco.

Maybe it was that Jeff Beck created a mood in which you escaped for a few minutes from the fact that the evening was over, and that very mundane life continued in the morning.  Was it that we were all pretending to be jolly as the refrain was raucously shouted?

Perhaps ‘New York, New York’ played a similar role in rural Ireland.  You couldn’t be much more removed from the Big Apple than a town in the Irish midlands, yet for a moment you could escape; forget about the boredom of everyday life.

Maybe ‘New York, New York’ was a more considered response to the reality of rural life than Jeff Beck, or maybe Irish teenagers of the 1970s were more cheerful than their English counterparts, able to imagine themselves in a different world, while we just sang loudly to blot out the things that annoyed us.

None of it matters.  We moved far from our respective worlds to be able to be sat in Bray on a spring night, but there are moments when one could write an entire autobiography in a series of songs; at least one that ran to the point where listening departed from the present to retreat into the world of nostalgia.

Maybe it would be possible to pick a playlist to express the moods of a life.  Maybe that was what prompted sitting on the table to listen on Friday night, while everyone else talked.  ‘Ain’t no sunshine’ would have its place in those years of teenage angst.

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  1. Ian, did you go to High Ham Discos in the 70’s ? I can remember the DJ (G&N Sounds) playing it at the end of the Disco along with ‘Albatross’ by Fleetwood Mac……..and Procal Harems ‘Whiter shade of Pale’

  2. Red Lion, Somerton and West Pennard, and other places gone beyond recall. There used to be a slow one like ‘Albatross’ or ‘Whiter Shade of Pale’ or ‘Three Times a Lady’, and then the volume was upped and Jeff Beck started.

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