Thursday, November 14, 2002

#13 Unknown Drum and Bugle Corps, "Send in the Clowns"

It's unknown because my MP3 says "dci" where the name usually is, dci being Drums Corps International, "a nonprofit youth organization serving junior drum and bugle corps around the globe" that holds yearly World Championships, where this thing was most likely recorded.

Tacky? Are you kidding? It's fantastic! It sounds nothing like you think it does. It's a drum and bugle corp but I hear no percussion whatsoever, just horns speaking in a mass (or two or more) of big blurry soundshapes, rising to a grandiloquent climax, that if translated into the song's words, would look like:

I thought that you'd want what I'd want...SORRY!

(my dear.)

They wanted to make "Send in the Clowns" into "Fainfare for the Common Man" and ended up with something from Gas' Köenigsforst only with the 4/4 edited out, leaving nothing but the dubby half-speed orchestral samples. And just as Wolfgang Voigt leaves in a few stray concrete details somewhere in the corner of Gas' sound, just so's it's not all completely indistinct, at the end, you can even hear one hornplayer rising from the murk by flubbing a line. I smell a bootleg!

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Sunday, November 10, 2002

#12 Sarah Vaughn, "Send in the Clowns" (1974 version)

The nicest thing I can say about it is that it might've been played at the Loft right after Chuck Mangione's "Land of Make Believe." It's lightly "jazzy" except when it goes disco, sort of.

The most evocative thing I can say about it is that it sounds like a tampon commercial. I mean, a tampon commercial from the mid-seventies -- I don't watch soaps anymore, so I'm not sure what they sound like now. Music for women with long, straight hair going horseback-riding, picking flowers, laughing in the dappled golden sunlight. I hate saying nasty shit like this. I have an incredible fondness for mellow, but this track's pleasantness is deadly. Vaughn has no room to be Vaughn. She does her job and goes home: the best she can offer is a moan or two. The clavinet piqued my interest more than she did.

I completely forgot that I have fond memories of tampon commercials.

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