Sometimes the God of little things smiles at us through the fractal maze of the Internet. I was working late and bleary-eyed and unable to find something I wanted to liste to when I found Jim James singing a rare track by Bob Dylan, "Goin' To Acapulco" -- on Calexico's myspace site!
Maybe the hipper readers are shrugging and saying, "oh, that -- that was a good song a couple years ago". But cultural happenings take their time getting to Estonia, even if we're wired up. I haven't heard much about the Dylan movie "I'm Not There", which the song is from. It seems to have been just a little while ago that I finally caught the Scorsese documentary on Dylan.
But how perfect this is: "Goin' To Acapulco" is one of the late-summer tracks on the Basement Tapes, along with "Tears of Rage" and "This Wheel's On Fire", where Dylan employs a wailing voice, just this side of a sob. I have done covers of it at open mics, trying to get the tone right, never succeeding. James, the lead singer of My Morning Jacket, the kind of guy who records songs about bars in churches and barns because his high Neil Youngish tenor voice is so perfectly enhanced by cathedral reverb -- and no one will ever accuse him of singing in the shower. Perfect pairing.
Calexico, a Tucson band I grooved on for most of early 2007 for their Americana, lends "square" Herb Alpert brass and vibraphone accents, which come in just before the first refrain, where you would expect the drums and full band to enter in a ballad. Quite corny but cool. Very corny -- but hey, if you're down and out and going to Acapulco, you're likely going to end up passed out in a town square woken up by a cheesy norteno band rather than making it to Pacific bliss...
Lead singer Joey Burns, whose exactingly precise and wimpy-a-la-Paul-Simon voice I have gotten sort of burned out on recently -- though never his lyrics! -- is not to be heard.
Appears the "laptop server" I wrote about last post is not all it's cracked up to be -- it can't be accessed from anywhere except within our own network. D'oh.
Today I did something that seemed just as subversive, though. I sent a fax without a fax machine being involved -- using a beta service called Skax that piggybacks on Skype. (I had set up a day-trading account and they needed me to fax some documents. We'll see if I have convinced them that I exist. I better have, because I already wired my deposit.)