Song #5: “Working Class Hero”

My father had some great albums from the ’60s in his record collection, but they were good by default because the ’60s were an exceptional time for popular music (some of the ’70s too). As I got older, though, I realized my father wasn’t the most discriminating listener. He generally bought whatever was popular, and some of it was pretty bad. That’s when I began listening to my brother’s records. I listened to plenty of my father’s Beatles records, but I don’t think my father would have ever bought John Lennon’s Plastic Ono Band record. “Working Class Hero.” Fawk.

My Valentine’s Playlist

John Walkenbach is creating a Collaborative Vallentine’s playlist from YouTube videos. My suggestions wouldn’t go through for some reason, so I’m posting them here.

Let the special man or woman in your life know how you feel by telling him or her, “I Want You.” (The Tom Waits cover by Holly Cole.) After dinner you can Turn Your Lights Down Low (Bob Marley), if you know what I mean. Then the two of you can lay there and bask in the purity of your Love (John Lennon). And the next morning while you’re having breakfast, you can read him or her some poetry, maybe “The Song of Wandering Angus” by William Butler Yeats (Jolie Holland). It goes like this:

loveI went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.