Jordan Dotson

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You know who you are…

October 23, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who’ve made love while listening to Drive All Night, and those who ain’t. You know which camp Little Stevie is in.

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Bruce Springsteen, Drive All Night, The River

Hey little girl, don’t ya know my name…

October 18, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

Go on and look me in the eye if you think you can,
Ever seen a better dead rebel man?

…from Jimmy Dean, track #10 off of Lindi Ortega‘s one-hair-short-of-perfect album, Little Red Boots.

…seriously, though. Is she married? Cause I happen to know a guy.

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Jimmy Dean, Lindi Ortega, Little Red Boots

Nothing to prove…

October 2, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

Black candle, fire on the fuse
Shaking in the wind like a lame excuse
Never leave the house, barely leave the room
Got nothing to say, got nothing to prove

Whoa. The party must have ended at Elvis’s house. Ryan Adams is back. Righteous.

…from I Just Might, track #9 from his best-named album in half a decade, Ryan Adams, and the best escalating tension song I’ve heard all year.

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: I Just Might, Ryan Adams

#Remember

September 30, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Adele, Aretha Franklin, Rolling In The Deep

But he don’t live on Ellis Unit One…

August 14, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

Last night I dreamed that I woke up with straps across my chest
And something cold and black pullin’ through my lungs
And even Jesus couldn’t save me though I know he did his best
But he don’t live on Ellis Unit One…

…from Ellis Unit One, by Steve Earle, track #8 on Side Tracks, about a very certain stretch of Death Row and originally written for the film Dead Man Walking, and still one of the most masterfully written songs I’ve ever heard.

Filed Under: Hip tunage, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Ellis Unit One, Steve Earle

That go-go guy and that bye-bye gal…

August 1, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

I’m not sure which is better – Elvis’s voice, his hair, or that clean, clean, clean, clean suit. Somebody should tell Ann-Margret to quit messing around. Like she’s got any say in the negotiations. Sheesh. Come on.

…from Viva Las Vegas.

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Ann-Margret, Elvis Presley

When you read my mind…

July 30, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun…

…from Read My Mind, track #6 off The Killers‘ incomparable, dang near perfect, iconic sophomore album, Sam’s Town. In 2009, a UK radio station named it the 57th greatest song of all time. Which may be a stretch, considering that it’s no better than the 3rd best song on the album. But that line. Hooooooo-boy. Top 10 all time? Maybe.

 

Filed Under: Hip tunage, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Read My Mind, Sam's Town, The Killers

I kinda wanna marry Lindi Ortega…

June 24, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

Seriously. How did a Canadian chick steal Dolly‘s voice?


Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Lindi Ortega

Oh my sweet Carolina…

May 28, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

Stuck here in this city, feels like things are closing in
Sunset’s just my light bulb burning out

…from one of the Top-5 Greatest Country Songs ever written, track number five from Heartbreaker, by Ryan Adams, who has never had a platinum record, though he did have a gold, aptly titled, and who for a brief moment was the greatest songwriter of the last century.

One of these days I’m going to write a novel about Emmylou Harris signing up for this album because she’d fallen in love with Adams, believing him to be the reincarnation of Gram Parsons.

Ryan Adams' James Dean Lean as he waits for the bus

Filed Under: Hip tunage, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: 29, Emmylou Harris, Gold, Gram Parsons, Heartbreaker, Oh My Sweet Carolina, Ryan Adams

Wake up on your living room floor…

April 29, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

Girl, better figure out which is which
Wherefore art thou Romeo you son of a bitch
You’d just as soon fight as switch now wouldn’t you
He’s come to make love on your satin sheets
Wake up on your living room floor
He’s the last of the hard-core troubadours

…from Hard-Core Troubadour, Track #2 from Steve Earle‘s greatest album, I Feel Alright.

For the record…this is my all-time favorite song. Not even close.

Filed Under: Hip tunage, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Hard-Core Troubadour, I Feel Alright, Steve Earle

In a house in a storm…

April 28, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

Your face in these pictures looks like a poem
Your eyes lit up like a river stone
Your body so much like a blanket thrown
On a warm bed at night, like a house in a storm

…from The Storm, Track #4 of The Airborne Toxic Event‘s 2013 album, Such Hot Blood

Ignoring how Jollet completely screwed up that last line there (it should be “On a warm bed at night IN a house in a storm…” come on), and how it’s got a little whiny emo grease on it, the studio version of this song is just about as close as it gets to perfection. You don’t do tension better than that.

Filed Under: Hip tunage, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Such Hot Blood, The Airborne Toxic Event, The Storm

No one dies with dignity…

April 21, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

There’s one thing that’s real clear to me,
no one dies with dignity.
We just try to ignore the elephant somehow.

…from Elephant, Track #4 of Jason Isbell‘s magnificent 2013 album, Southeastern.

Let it be known that when I make any reference to country music, this is what I’m talking about.

Filed Under: Hip tunage, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Jason Isbell, Southeastern

On a downbound train…

October 28, 2013 By Jordan Dotson

Now I work down at the car wash, where all it ever does is rain…

…from verse one of track five from the butt shot album by the greatest songwriter who ever lived, whom I’ll have the pleasure of seeing for the first time ever from the front row of AAMI Park in Melbourne in three months. Rock. On.

Born in the USA

Filed Under: Hip tunage, Things I wish I'd written

The next time I see him…

July 10, 2013 By Jordan Dotson

That’s got to be Eric Dolphy — nobody else could sound that bad! The next time I see him I’m going to step on his foot. You print that. I think he’s ridiculous. He’s a sad motherf–ker.

…Miles in Charge, who else? Do yourself a favor and go read this short compilation of his best quotes.

Miles

Filed Under: Hip tunage, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Miles Davis

Tunage Music Match

January 11, 2013 By Jordan Dotson

 

As I shouldered through the crowds, iPod buds shoved deep into my ears, I imagined how much better life would be if everyone walked around in a visible cocoon of digital music, a big, pixelated bubble of playlists, like a force field deflecting everyone with piss-poor taste and letting all the Ting Tings strolling within an aura of blue-eyed soul slip right into your life with an easy smile and a first conversation.

currently playing…black eyed peas…rejected.

currently playing…jolin tsai…rejected.

alert…two thousand three hundred sixteen matches…currently playing…

james brown…live at the apollo nineteen sixty eight…

track nine …

i feel alright.

That’s Tunage. If you’ve got an iPhone…check it out.

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Tunage Music Match

Time’s signature is 13/4…

December 6, 2012 By Jordan Dotson

RIP, Mr. Brubeck…

 

 

…thanks for providing album #2 in my college soundtrack.

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Dave Brubeck, Take Five

Together we’re gonna wait around and die…

August 11, 2012 By Jordan Dotson

…

Townes was…”the best songwriter in the whole world and I’ll stand on Bob Dylan’s coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that.”

-Steve Earle

 

Filed Under: Hip tunage

Steamin’, streamin’ Blunderbuss…

April 17, 2012 By Jordan Dotson

It’s funny how often music journalists refer to Jack White’s guitar as a “three-headed hellhound.” Funny because they’re all right.

Blunderbuss leaked. And it’s live streaming on iTunes with a video directed by Gary Oldman. Somebody’s not getting anything done in the office today.

 

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Blunderbuss, Jack White

The songwriter gene…

January 30, 2012 By Jordan Dotson

See my dreams before my eyes/ Shadows on the wall, I/ Ain’t got no place I can fall

Snowin’ in off the lake/ Punching holes in the dark/ Through the lonely streets of Roger’s Park

…Rogers Park, from Justin Townes Earle‘s damn near perfect album, Harlem River Blues

Now there’s a lyric that’s poetry in its own right. Punching holes in the dark? C’mon. Are you kidding me? But what makes Justin Townes Earle a brilliant songwriter isn’t the lyrics. It’s how he drops the bottom out of that second line, wrapping it around the chord progression and hammering down on the minor chord. And man, it hits like a sledgehammer. It’s brilliant despite my obsession with wraparound lyrics. There’s a loneliness between the first and second lines you wouldn’t otherwise have, and what do you get for it? Take a listen…

Harlem River Blues was released in 2010 when JTE was 28 years old. His previous album was released a year earlier, so we can assume he was writing these songs at the age of 26 or 27.

Twenty-five years earlier, his old man wrote this song, which was released on Guitar Town when he was 31 years old:


…My Old Friend The Blues

Lovers leave and friends’ll let you down/ But you’re the only sure thing that I’ve found/ No matter what I do I’ll never lose/ My old friend the blues

Runs in the family, eh? The way that Daddy Earle opens a trap door beneath that D chord in the next to last line, letting the D7 sway around…you don’t even realize that you’re the one hanging from the gallows. And then he resolves the final line with every songwriter’s favorite chorus-ender, the good ol’ IV-V-I turnaround, which isn’t exactly how Rogers Park ends, but sure as hell feels like it, if only for the way it leaves you floating in the air.

It’s haunting, truly. And apparently it’s something you’re born with.

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Justin Townes Earle, My Old Friend The Blues, Rogers Park, Steve Earle

Black Hole Sun rising…

January 5, 2012 By Jordan Dotson

So it turns out D’Angelo isn’t dead after all. Go figure. Then again, if ?questlove is correct and this insane cover of Soundgarden‘s Black Hole Sun is eight years old, then who knows what D’Angelo is up to, or if his Chinese Democracy-esque follow up to one of my Top-10 albums of the last fifteen years will ever come out.

 

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Black Hole Sun, D'Angelo, Soundgarden, Voodoo

El Camino leaked…

November 30, 2011 By Jordan Dotson

….Repost from Prick Up Your Ears. Most tracks available here. Digging how the Keys went back to their oil-stained concrete roots with some elements, studiofied others. Dirty, dirty groove, either way.

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: El Camino, The Black Keys

Lady Gaga’s grandmother…

September 14, 2011 By Jordan Dotson

What has two thumbs and has been making this argument for years?

Spot on, regardless, and well worth a read.

While you’re at it, take a peek at the Gaga family photo album.

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Lady Gaga, Little Richard, Slate.com

I say, piano chappie…

July 24, 2011 By Jordan Dotson

That got our backs up, but we were playing it cool until one of them came up to Ian Stewart and said, “I say, piano chappie, can you play ‘Moon River?'” Bill decked him or took him out one way or another.

…page 131, Life, by Keith Richards

 

 

Filed Under: Hip tunage

Saving all my sleep for another life…

July 7, 2011 By Jordan Dotson

…from Virginia May, track 5 off Gregory Alan Isakov‘s latest, This Empty Northern Hemisphere

Over the last week I’ve gotten a grand total of eleven hours of sleep, for no apparent reason. Which really isn’t terribly unusual for me – I almost never sleep more than four or five hours in a night. But it’s not something to complain about, really. Insomnia runs in my family with almost as much bravado as good looks & a preternatural ability to recall National League batting averages. Plus, you get a lot of reading done. Three books this week alone. One of which I’ve drug across continents for the express purpose of five AM reading sessions, for six-plus years. And it still makes me feel like an artsy hipster douche.

But the bad thing about recurrent insomnia is the unsettling. The swings. Pillows thrown against walls. So last night, when a different book ended up in the corner, I went back to my old friend the blues, that same Isakov album, because really, this is a man who knows something about not sleeping…

 

 

Filed Under: Hip tunage, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Gregory Alan Isakov, If I Go I'm Going, This Empty Northern Hemisphere, Virginia May

RIP Big Man

June 20, 2011 By Jordan Dotson

When the change was made uptown and the big man joined the band…

From the coastline to the city, all the little pretties raise their hands…

 

Rest in peace, Big Man. Rest in peace…

Filed Under: Hip tunage Tagged With: Clarence Clemons, The Big Man

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