Last Man Standing: Songs Incorporating "Aboriginal" Touches, Whether Sincere, Silly, or Both
By Mr. Moderator on Jan 23, 2009
I'm not sure we'll get too far before there's a last man standing, but you've surprised me in the past. By "aboriginal" touches I'm referring to overdubs or musical themes that are direct references to a country's "native" culture. The "native" culture does not necessarily need to be in any way connected to the culture of the artist. I'll start with a probably sincere-yet-silly example, a rock song centered around Native American-style chanting: Redbone, "Come and Get Your Love"
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kkVjd1fJMME
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbYwBy7BbXE
Also, "Witchi-ti-to" was also done by Legs Larry Smith of the Bonzos & it can be found as a bonus track in the latest CD reissue of Keynsham.
Can I toss in a country track?
And a dramatically goofy one at that..
George Leroy Chickashea by Porter Wagoner.
I had to find the lyrics to back up the nomination...
The mixture of the blood that flowed through his veins
It killed his conscience and filled him with shame
He was part white part black part red
That's how he'd got the name George Lorey Chickashea
He had no respect or feeling for anyone including himself
He resented every man in his soul there was no salvation
And he hated the sight of cotton fields and his thoughts of planned nations
The bitterness set his soul afire when he'd think of Indians and reservations
He had the coldest grey eyes I've ever saw on a man
He could look clear through you and back again
And they'd look like the pieces of stone when he'd stare
There was a mixture in the texture of his hair
That hung low around his chinbones never high above his chin
I saw him kill a man with his own bare hands never showin' no mercy on him
He carried a pistol and a switchblade and a tomahawk with him night and day
The meanest man that ever lived George Lorey Chickashea
Yeah he had the quickness of lightning and could run like an antilope
He feared no man no gun or rope
I saw him watch a rattlesnake bite him on the leg he never batted an eye
Then he said get a taste of that blood crawl out there and die
They locked him in the security cell in Baton Rouge he stayed in one day
Iron bars couldn't hold George Lorey Chickashea
At last he gave himself up and said he was tired of runnin' away
So they spread the news that day they'd hang George Lorey Chickashea
He walked up the thirteen steps to the trapdoor
And stood on it with no expression in his eyes
And when the minister asked him if he wanted to pray
He looked toward the skies and said
God inside my veins flows blood of red all mixed with black and white
I have no race or creed I pray to die George Lorey Chickashea
To clarify, as we move along, by "touches" I am thinking of production and instrumentation that incorporates or mimics a "native" sound. So a straight heavy metal song, for instance, that references a native culture ("My Woman from Tokyo" is a weak example that comes to mind) does not count if the music doesn't have anything to do with the native culture being referred to in the lyrics.
Now, to get back to the competition: The Kinks, "Holiday in Waikiki" (sp?).
No one has mentioned Hank Williams' Kaw-Liga, which is especially silly, since it's a love song about a wooden indian statue.
But surely the traditional Native American tribal chant of "Hooked on a Feeling" must count? Ouga Chaka Ouga Chaka...
:)
OK, not sure what the hell that was...
In "Together Alone" there is a moment where a woman shouts out something, in a somewhat plaintive tone. I always imagine she is saying, "You got your chocolate in my peanut butter!".
I love the steel drums on Randy Newman's "Falling in love". Does that count?
Almost certainly not.
I like that song, though. Sounds like Newman's version of a Wild Honey-era Beach Boys song, but produced by Jeff Lynne. Are you dying of curiosity yet, Mr. Mod?
remember when we were in africa?
TB
http://www.kiwiukulele.co.nz/strums.html
Though honestly, it just sounds like pretty simple strumming to me...
Furthermore, I'm guessing that a heaping helping of Cyrkle sitar is as out of bounds as Ornette chennai skronk.
I know you're an mbaqanga guy, so you know the difference between the vocal harmony/gumboot stomp thing and the more urbanized groove of, say, the Soul Brothers. I'd say it's about as aboriginal as South African music gets, at least in recorded form. It's certainly more "abbo" than "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves"! Now, what Paul Simon did with it wasn't very traditional -- but that's not the point of the Last Man Standing, is it? We need a ruling!
Meanwhile, I'll one-up myself by saying "Scatterlings Of Africa" by Juluka. The breakdown in that song is fairly pure gumboot/vocal stuff.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnAxhQk4drM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hj7paXrhOdY
I believe this would qualify me for the aboriginal No-Prize had this been a "Battle Royale."
I don't see how you can pince nez me on the Maori strum. That is most certainly what that is, it is taken from the culture of the writer's homeland. Perhaps the issue is that it isn't brazen, ironic or making any kind of statement in the same way that a tune like "El Condor Pasa" does, like, "Look at me, I'm so international".
I always thought Johnny Clegg was lame, but that video certainly shows a white guy trying to go native. The horror, the horror!
Johnny and Sipho performed at my school, which was sort of the unofficial "magnet" school for ANC big-wig families and their white sympathizers, and were honored for their contribution to "the struggle." I remember thinking it must take a lot of guts to be so committed to the cause of cultural integration, and didn't pause for a moment to wrinkle my nose at the "schtick."
Years later, I happened to be in Durban, South Africa, for Clegg's first performance since he had been "unbanned" by the government and returned from exile in the UK. It was one of the first mixed-race performances to be allowed by the crumbling apartheid regime, and the atmosphere was charged with enthusiasm and cautious celebration. Mandela was still years away from release, but you could tell the end of the madness was inevitable.
This gets us to an interesting larger point: who should we trust when it comes to judgements about ethnic "authenticity"? We recoil from -- or laugh out loud at -- that Juluka video, but the folks it was written about and for loved it. We go to a Mexican restaurant, and the owners dutifully populate the walls with faux Aztec knick-knacks, knowing we crave a Mexican flavor to the ambience -- even though restaurants *in* Mexico basically look like themeless greasy spoons here.
Food for thought.
I think pop music works more indirectly to influence society. Going at social issues head-on almost always ends up feeling smarmy. So something totally goofy and from today's perspective politically incorrect like Warren Smith's Ubangi Stomp makes a sharper point about the African roots of rock&roll than any kind of song rooted in liberal do-goodism.
Sorry!
HVB
"your move".
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