To the best of my recollection, I have listened to two bands every day for the last two weeks. The records, surprisingly, vary slightly depending on my mood and location and whether I’m listening to my stereo, my headphones, or my Rhapsody account at the office. The bands are strikingly different. Both are contemporary, both cater to a fairly similar audience, both excel at navigating their way through girls and God and family issues. Sonically, lyrically, they’re worlds apart.
I’m speaking of course of one band I’m immensely comfortable with loving, Okkervil River, whose songs have carried me through breakups and makeups and never-happeneds and the time that I listened to “It Ends With a Fall” on repeat all the way from the Newark airport to Times Square in tears. In contrast is naturally the band I love to hate, with Stay Positive having become regular and easy listening in my rotation and Separation Sunday still some strange anomaly I don’t know what to do with. (Almost Killed Me at times feels too obvious; Boys And Girls awaits me for a rainy day or my next half-drunk record store trip.)
And I have to be honest, I’m to the point where these records do something for me beyond the ordinary analytics and definitions. When I get past the piecing together of who Holly and Gideon and Charlemagne may be, when I’m not pondering what exactly a hoodrat or a townie is (I’m a small town girl, I don’t know these things), when I’m not waiting for someone to sit down and explain to me what it’s like to be a lapsed Catholic and sing about it, I’m really enjoying it.
The contrast between both bands’ newest records is perhaps the sweetest; I switch from Stay Positive to The Stand-Ins with relative ease. There’s something remarkable about the buoyancy of the new Okkervil; it’s a record so familiar-sounding that one is able to get behind it in a way that required a definitive sadness on all their previous efforts. True, this one is full of that very sadness, but it’s one that lets you inside and comforts you rather than punching you in the gut. When the narrator in “Calling and Not Calling My Ex” thinks about separation by way of airplane terminals and dissenting lifestyles, he ends the song quietly: “You’re so lovely, you’re so smart / So go turn their heads, go knock them deads, go break their hearts.”
We can get behind that song because it’s sweet; we can get behind it because the statement is following by a burst of horns and musical bounty that end the song with a certain level of hope. Now, how do we get to the Hold Steady from here?
The explanation, I think, is lovely and part of the fun and has much, much more to do than the simple “songs about girls.” (If you really only are interested in listening to pure pop songs about girls, then you may as well just keep the Material Issue back catalog on file and be done with it.) To get from point A to B, I’m going to take the liberty of quoting Cora Diamond, in her discussion of Conrad’s fiction in “The Importance of Being Human”:
“He hopes to awaken the feeling of unavoidable solidarity in mysterious origin, in toil, in joy, in hope, in uncertain fate, which binds men to each other and all mankind to the visible world; he takes himself to speak to our capacity for delight and wonder, to the sense of mystery surrounding our lives, to our sense of pity, and beauty, and pain, to the latent feeling of fellowship with all creation.
The sense of mystery surrounding our lives, the feeling of solidarity in mysterious origin and uncertain fate: this binds us to each other, and the binding meant includes the dead and the unborn…and those behind whose vacant eyes there lurks a ‘soul in mute eclipse.’”
Here, the idea is that being human is not something biological so much as it is something imaginative; we are able to leap from one fictional reality to another here because our existence as humans, in a sense, requires it. We seek out this sense of mystery even as we hope for solidarity, and somewhere in between the two we arrive from the smart and the lovely to the following: “There’s gonna come a time when she’s gonna have to go with whoever’s gonna get her the highest.”
Two different moments in two vastly different songs; one melodic, one strangely jarring. Both are grounded in this “uncertain fate”, and in the certainty of the pain that will come along with it. Both grip us with the sense that what happens next is colored in a certain light by the context in which it comes, but there’s a strange way in which the listener expects, at least during the course of the song, to somehow be a part of that uncertain future.
In reality, the uncertainty of that future mirrors our own, and in that sense both of these songs, these albums, these artists, are beautifully the same. And as the weather changes and I stop knowing whether or not I should be wearing a jacket or when I’ll meet a new friend or when I’ll forget myself just long enough to trip and fall over in the street, I know that on some possibly less poetic level, I’m bound to these songs by that very mystery and wonder.
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