"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see." Edgar Degas

Monday, June 26, 2017

Genius in Our Midst: Hunter

 



David Bowie's death was such a loss because he was an artist who was still at the top of his game. Black Star was one of last year's best musical collections. What happened to John Lennon is a wound that doesn't heal, made even more painful by the fact that he'd just released Double Fantasy. George Harrison's final recording, Brainwashed, stands with his finest work.




There is genius in our midst that we recognize and appreciate: Paul McCartney, Bob Dylan, The Rolling Stones, Neil Young, Stevie Wonder. But there are others that by luck or design fly below the cultural radar, musical genius who are writing, performing, and recording timeless music without the recognition they deserve. Ian Hunter leaps to mind.

 
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In the 1970s Marc Bolan, Lou Reed, David Bowie, and Ian Hunter introduced a glamorous masculine ideal of the 20th Century Boy. Ian's the only one left and he is putting out music that is as good as any he's ever made.

His latest recording is called Fingers Crossed and it includes a tribute to his fallen mate David Jones called Dandy. They should put a statue up in Piccadilly Circus.


 
Something is happening – Mr. Jones
My brother says you’re better than the Beatles ‘n’ the Stones
Saturday nite ‘n’ Sunday morning
You turned us into ‘Heroes’ – can you hear the heroes sing?

Dandy – you’re the prettiest star
There ain’t no life on Mars
But we always thought there might be
Dandy – you opened up the door
You left us wanting more
And then we took the last bus home

Who let the Genie – outta the lamp?
And Little Lord Fauntleroy – who let him outta his amp?
Saturday nite ‘n’ Sunday morning
Trevor’s getting’ bolder – ‘n’ Woody loves to hit things

Dandy – the world was black ‘n’ white
You showed us what it’s like
To live inside a rainbow
Dandy – you thrilled us to the core
You left us wanting more
And then we took the last bus home

You beat up Goliath – you had it all
The voice, the look, the songs that shook
The gift of the gab ‘n’ the gall
Saturday nite ‘n’ Sunday morning
All we had to look forward to was the weekend
You made our lives worth living

Dandy - you’re still the prettiest star
There ain’t no life on Mars
But we always thought there might be
Dandy – You took us to the fair
Cabaret Voltaire – and then we caught the last bus home

Dandy – we’ve waited long enough
They should put a statue up
In Piccadilly Circus
Dandy – you blew us all away
Outta the drab ‘n’ the grey
And then we caught the last bus home

Dandy – the keeper of the flame
We won’t see your like again
No, Dandy was a one-off
Dandy – look what you’ve become
I guess I owe you one
So thanks for the memories