Wednesday, December 2, 2020


From my songs, people assumed Im a sad, tortured soul. So Im glad I started this column

Its my five-year anniversary here. Five years of writing this column every two weeks. I still cant q..

By Sunday Herald Team , in World Update , at April 3, 2019

Its my five-year anniversary here. Five years of writing this column every two weeks. I still cant quite believe it. At first the idea seemed terrifying, having to write to a deadline, on a regular basis – it wasnt something Id ever done before. But its turned out to be a brilliant opportunity to write in a different way. Columns arent songs, and songs arent books. They all ask something different of you, and give you a chance to use a different voice.

The other night, at a reading event, an audience member asked me, “How come youre so funny, and yet your songs are so sad?” I replied, quick as a flash, “no one wants funny songs”, which got a huge laugh, but set me thinking afterwards. Perhaps what I meant was, Im not very good at funny songs, which is why Im happy to have other outlets where I dont have to be so serious.

There are, of course, some absolutely GREAT funny songs – by Randy Newman, or Tom Lehrer, or Victoria Wood, or Stephen Sondheim – but you have to be a kind of genius to write them. Again, theyre more about wit than pure hysterical comedy. Im thinking “Political Science” and “The Folk Song Army” rather than “Ernie” or “Shaddap You Face”.

And I can do the odd witty lyric here and there; sardonic couplets such as, “Every days like Christmas Day without you, its cold and theres nothing to do”, or “He was a charmer, I wish him bad karma”. I wasnt always a complete sourpuss. Even amid the gloom there are barbs, and the occasional sharp quip.

But people have been saying to me ever since I joined Twitter, and shared jokes, and was irreverent and silly, that they were surprised by who I seemed to be. My persona, as revealed in interviews and songs, had been seen as serious and reserved, shy and melancholy. Fans maybe admired me, but thought I wouldnt necessarily be a bundle of laughs on a night out. Id been a bit typecast.

If thats not who I feel I really am, then its a reasonable question: why are so many of my songs so sad?

I think its because, right from the start, I turned to songwriting as a means of expressing all the troubled thoughts, the fears and the pain that I couldnt articulate in everyday language. Id been brought up in an atmosphere where difficult things were not to be spoken of. Where darkness was glossed over with a joke. There was a lightness of tone to all communication, but also a feeling of repression. As a teenager at home, I remember a lot of truncated conversations. A lot of “lets not go there”. So much was left unspoken. I learned to keep things secret.

And then I discovered songs, and it all came flooding out. Not that lyrics have to be completely specific. They can be elusive, but still capture a fleeting moment, a particular emotion. Theyre good for expressing “This is how I feel right now”, without the need for context, or preamble, or what happens next.

They peel back layers, and acknowledge that ultimately life is difficult, and often sad.

In everyday life, being funny can be a great deflector, a great way of changing, or lightening, the subject. And thats not necessarily a bad thing – it can be a good means of survival.

But when you write a song, you mostly stop cracking jokes. Instead you make contact with something inside, and put it into words, or not even words, just allow a voice to sound the way it does. I dont have a good voice for jokes. Instead its all full of yearning, and angst, which probably even more than my lyrics, is why everyone has always thought I must be a sad, tortured soul.

Anyway, all this brings me back to why I love my column, which allows me to write in a different register. Its a bit like keeping a diary, and we all know how much I love a diary. Except this one isnt for my eyes only, and so its also like having an ongoing conversation with readers. I now have a record of the last five years of my life, and Ive shared it with you, and youve shared things back. Im grateful to everyone who reads it, and this might sound like a farewell but I hope it isntRead More – Source

[contf]
[contfnew]

new statesman america

[contfnewc]
[contfnewc]

From my songs, people assumed Im a sad, tortured soul. So Im glad I started this column

Its my five-year anniversary here. Five years of writing this column every two weeks. I still cant q..

By Sunday Herald Team , in World Update , at April 3, 2019

Its my five-year anniversary here. Five years of writing this column every two weeks. I still cant quite believe it. At first the idea seemed terrifying, having to write to a deadline, on a regular basis – it wasnt something Id ever done before. But its turned out to be a brilliant opportunity to write in a different way. Columns arent songs, and songs arent books. They all ask something different of you, and give you a chance to use a different voice.

The other night, at a reading event, an audience member asked me, “How come youre so funny, and yet your songs are so sad?” I replied, quick as a flash, “no one wants funny songs”, which got a huge laugh, but set me thinking afterwards. Perhaps what I meant was, Im not very good at funny songs, which is why Im happy to have other outlets where I dont have to be so serious.

There are, of course, some absolutely GREAT funny songs – by Randy Newman, or Tom Lehrer, or Victoria Wood, or Stephen Sondheim – but you have to be a kind of genius to write them. Again, theyre more about wit than pure hysterical comedy. Im thinking “Political Science” and “The Folk Song Army” rather than “Ernie” or “Shaddap You Face”.

And I can do the odd witty lyric here and there; sardonic couplets such as, “Every days like Christmas Day without you, its cold and theres nothing to do”, or “He was a charmer, I wish him bad karma”. I wasnt always a complete sourpuss. Even amid the gloom there are barbs, and the occasional sharp quip.

But people have been saying to me ever since I joined Twitter, and shared jokes, and was irreverent and silly, that they were surprised by who I seemed to be. My persona, as revealed in interviews and songs, had been seen as serious and reserved, shy and melancholy. Fans maybe admired me, but thought I wouldnt necessarily be a bundle of laughs on a night out. Id been a bit typecast.

If thats not who I feel I really am, then its a reasonable question: why are so many of my songs so sad?

I think its because, right from the start, I turned to songwriting as a means of expressing all the troubled thoughts, the fears and the pain that I couldnt articulate in everyday language. Id been brought up in an atmosphere where difficult things were not to be spoken of. Where darkness was glossed over with a joke. There was a lightness of tone to all communication, but also a feeling of repression. As a teenager at home, I remember a lot of truncated conversations. A lot of “lets not go there”. So much was left unspoken. I learned to keep things secret.

And then I discovered songs, and it all came flooding out. Not that lyrics have to be completely specific. They can be elusive, but still capture a fleeting moment, a particular emotion. Theyre good for expressing “This is how I feel right now”, without the need for context, or preamble, or what happens next.

They peel back layers, and acknowledge that ultimately life is difficult, and often sad.

In everyday life, being funny can be a great deflector, a great way of changing, or lightening, the subject. And thats not necessarily a bad thing – it can be a good means of survival.

But when you write a song, you mostly stop cracking jokes. Instead you make contact with something inside, and put it into words, or not even words, just allow a voice to sound the way it does. I dont have a good voice for jokes. Instead its all full of yearning, and angst, which probably even more than my lyrics, is why everyone has always thought I must be a sad, tortured soul.

Anyway, all this brings me back to why I love my column, which allows me to write in a different register. Its a bit like keeping a diary, and we all know how much I love a diary. Except this one isnt for my eyes only, and so its also like having an ongoing conversation with readers. I now have a record of the last five years of my life, and Ive shared it with you, and youve shared things back. Im grateful to everyone who reads it, and this might sound like a farewell but I hope it isntRead More – Source

[contf]
[contfnew]

new statesman america

[contfnewc]
[contfnewc]

Comments