16 JUN 2008 Posted by Paul Smith
After breakfast cereal, before the studio, waking up.
Listening to Mark Eitzel singing his Songs of Love.
At the end of Western Sky he's almost in tears: "I hate to see you look that way/All the beauty has left your face/And that's such an easy thing to give away/And it's impossible to replace"
It's a song about finding hope, about falling, about being found.
Something to really wake you up on a morning. Something that makes me want to get to my typewriter, but keep listening, too.
Of course, it's not just the words, but the way Eitzel connects them to the chords of his amped-up acoustic guitar with his frightened grizzly bear of a voice.
"She's got her walkman on/Chanel No.5"
A simple description takes on further importance as he waits before saying the word 'on'... an unexplainable facet of what makes this music great. Everything is in place here, however awkward it sounds or makes you feel.
Eitzel is in no hurry; wallowing, maybe, but in a glorious remembrance.
I once saw him sing, alone, in Kilburn. He gave so much of himself that night.