
Music to Direct, Documents to Protect
Had a thought a week ago about songs dealing with catastrophe such as we seem to face on many fronts and Barry McGuire’s Eve of Destruction started up in my internal player. Thursday last, as I was out navigating the aisles of a local grocery outlet, that very song came up, giving rise to reflections on how old you have to be before the soundtrack of your youth becomes the supermarket playlist, about how appropriate and topical the song remains, about how little progress we’ve made toward some semblance of peace and justice in our governance. None of this seems very new, especially as I look back at some of the songs I’ve embedded in my now-moribund on-line screed.
On Saturday, I got a notice that Danny Schmidt had put up a new recording: Danny is a Texas-based singer/songwriter who passed through Vancouver Island once over a decade ago. He put on a lovely show with lots of stuff about building and ending relationships, but also material that touched on social issues, though with a light touch and a dose of humour and wit. The last bit of his work I engaged with was a song called Canaan, a very pointed comment on happenings (2024) in the Middle East:
CANAAN (lyrics):
Somehow they got hold of thunder
Somehow they got told to strike
Little hope leaves little wonder
That those dogs will bite
New blood in an old old battle
New scars on an ancient stone
But short memories cast long long shadows
When the sun gets low
Once upon a mistake in judgement
Once upon a recurring crime
An empty court made a empty promise
Then drew a muddy line
So who’s in charge when a leader’s chosen?
Then who’s to blame for the price of blood?
And who’s to say when the fighting’s over?
The tail that wags the dove
Bridge:
What makes holy land so holy?
What makes shifting sand hold still?
It’s the promise not to covet or to kill
But eyes for eyes for ever after
Only leads the blind to rapture
Like echoes of the temple’s fall
Mothers crumbling at the wailing wall
When the sky’s as black as the devil’s laughter
And the air’s as hot as an angry god
If you plant your flag in your neighbor’s pasture
It’s called a lightning rod
It’s just a lightning rod
And now somehow they got hold of thunder
And somehow they got told to strike
But who’s a name and who’s just a number
In this blinding light?
The new effort is much more broadly targeted, and ultimately applicable in many geographical contexts, although clearly the current pass in the U.S. is the primary case study. The song is called Madame Magna Carta:
MADAM MAGNA CARTA (lyrics)
When their best of worst intentions meets our greatest fear
Our faces grow grotesque inside the mirror
They’ve got our grandpa’s swollen eyes and our grandma’s woeful tears
Melting off the paint of decent years
Refrain:
Fading away, fading away
Bless our hearts the Magna Carta coughs and turns away
Fading way, fading away
They bless our hearts while our heartbeat fades away
The framers and the farmers both built fences round their fields
To hold this harvest high beyond repeal
The fair and tenured scarecrows stand in robes and powdered wigs
The posts that form the pen that holds the pigs
Refrain
Just an inconvenient contract, that’s all we’ve ever been
Just an oath to keep some bones beneath our skin
The parchment is the promise and the ink is not a choice
It’s the right to speak our minds and raise our voice
Refrain
Madam Magna Carta, the once and fallen queen
Retreats into the chambers of our dreams
Cause who can pledge allegiance to the silence of the flag
That’s been twisted into a stark and spangled gag
Refrain
These are available on Danny’s Bandcamp site (https://dannyschmidt.bandcamp.com/album/madam-magna-carta) on a “name your price” basis. I certainly value the work well above what streaming services pay and don’t think that musicians should have to scrimp and scratch for a decent living or necessarily have a “day job”.
There was a time when I hoped that the message in music could move us to a society better able and more willing to ensure a dignified and fulfilling life for every one of us. I was wrong. For every Danny Schmidt, there is a Ted Nugent. For every Woody Guthrie, there is a Meatloaf. As well, it may be that the major corpus of musicians are just either ignorant of, or indifferent to the cataclysms on our horizon, or both, much like a good portion of citizens of most jurisdictions. Circling back to Barry McGuire, the portents from the Middle East, the blithe acceptance of violence as a mode of problem solving and the utter lack of either an adult presence to calm the waters or some sort of karmic enforcement mechanism makes Tom Lehrer’s We Will All Go Together When We Go an increasingly likely fate for all of us.