Author: Ben Boivin

  • ‘Remain In Light’ Remain Inside — Talking Heads’ COVID-19 Prophecy

    You’ve likely read the comment, “This album is ahead of its time,” but what does that even mean?

    Just before the Talking Heads created their most critically acclaimed album, Remain in Light, the group was getting sick of talking to each other. David Byrne was considered “too controlling” by the other 75% of the band and like all rising rock stars, hinted at leaving the group in early 1980 to pursue his solo career. Lucky for music enthusiasts, art prevailed over war. The ‘70s are proof that tension in the recording studio has a track record of birthing masterful albums. Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours, Pink Floyd’s The Wall and The Beatles’ Let It Be, stand the test of time in terms of compositional and lyrical genius, but nothing foreshadowed our current social and economic COVID-19 pandemic like the Talking Heads fourth studio release. 

    Remain In Light transformed a new-wave, post-punk quartet into a 10-piece worldbeat-funk band in just eight African-inspired tracks. And where there’s polyrhythmic improvisation, there is prophetic intellect. Evidence of Talking Heads time travel can be found in the album made public on October 8, 1980. Nearly 40 years later, the 40-minutes body of work speaks to our society more than ever. 

    Remain in Light

    BORN UNDER PUNCHES (THE HEAT GOES ON)

    David Byrne greets the listener with, “Take a look at these hands,” an ode to obsessive hand washing during a time of paranoia, uncertainty, and cleanliness. 

    All I want is to breathe. I’m too thin.
    Won’t you breathe with me?
    Find a little space, so we move in-between. In-between it.
    And keep one step ahead, of yourself.

    Look up symptoms of COVID-19, and find “shortness of breath or difficulty breathing” at the very top of the list. How can we prevent the spread? By creating a safe space (six-feet to be exact) between us. 

    Don’t you miss it, don’t you miss it.

    Some ‘a you people just about missed it! Last time to make plans!

    Well I’m a tumbler…
    I’m a Government Man.

    The government men across the globe have canceled social gatherings to prohibit the spread. Before everyone had a chance to say their last goodbyes to each other, bars, restaurants, college campuses, sporting arenas, public parks, coffee shops, and libraries were closed down until further notice. 

    Never seen anything like that before.

    The nation is under attack as we fight an overwhelming and unprecedented battle. Quarantined citizens are emotionally drained, sick patients are physically deteriorating, workers are financially crippled and hospital works are most of the above. 

    All I want is to breathe.
    Won’t you breathe with me. Hands of a Government Man.
    Find a little space so we move in-between.
    And keep one step ahead of yourself. Don’t you miss it! Don’t you miss it!

    As compassionate people come together to praise essential works, conservative Americans are unable to face themselves at home as they fight to reopen and build a wall around logic. “Born Under Punches” describes a government turning a blind eye to human suffering, a lack of air, social distancing and unprecedented events. And that’s just the first track.

    CROSSYEYED AND PAINLESS

    David Byrne now plays a man gone mad from media. 

    Lost my shape

    Trying to act casual

     Can’t stop, I might end up in the hospital

    Some die and some are asymptomatic, but all are impacted by COVID-19. Emotionally, physically, or socially. For the majority of Americans, a privileged, everyday life came to a screeching halt as cases began to skyrocket. 

    They’re back, to explain their experience.

    In the age of social media, many stories are told, most are fake news. This disease was considered to be extremely deadly in some circles, yet many citizens have recovered, and even more may have had it without knowing. 

    I’m ready to leave
    I push the fact in front of me
    Facts lost
    Facts are never what they seem to be
    Nothing there!
    No information left of any kind
    Lifting my head
    Looking for danger signs

    No right answer. Scientists and reporters are doing their best to report facts, but the paranoid public isn’t confident they are moving in the right direction. 

    The island of doubt
    It’s like the taste of medicine
    Working by hindsight
    Got the message from the oxygen
    Making a list
    Find the cost of opportunity
    Doing it right
    Facts are useless in emergencies

    The White House ridiculed New York’s Governor Cuomo for asking about respirators.  The cost of respirators was said to be too high as the governor tried preparing for the rising curve. Regardless of the emergency, egos and economics got in the way, deeming the facts useless. 

    Friends. Live Music. Incomes. Lives. Society as we know it. We are all “still waiting” to understand the next moves. “Get the message from the oxygen.” Speaking of curves, let’s move to the next track.

    Remain in Light

    THE GREAT CURVE

    Sometimes the world has a load of questions

    Seems like the world knows nothing at all

    The world is near but it’s out of reach

    Some people touch it, but they can’t hold on

    Who do we believe are the experts as the disease is studied more every day? Exiting our front door can be deadly. Our neighbors live next door, but it is against the rules to interact with them. Some ignore the rules and socially gather only to contract the disease and lose everything. 

    She is moving to describe the world
    Night must fall now-darker, darker
    She has messages for everyone
    Night must fall now-darker, darker

    Byrne draws a connection between a woman and Mother Earth. Across the world, we see positivity and optimism from an environmental perspective. As we focus on the COVID-19 curve as a human race, there is a much bigger picture we are not concentrating on. The woman in this song is part human and part Earth and we need to protect her. She is shifting as some of the most densely packed cities in the world react to COVID-19. 

    A world of light, she’s gonna open our eyes up

    For the first time in decades, densely populated cities like Punjab, India are experiencing the positive impact of global lockdown as the human-influenced smog lifts. They now open their eyes to the Himalayan Mountain peaks for the first time this millennium. 

    ONCE IN A LIFETIME

    One of the Talking Heads most popular tracks might also be one of their most 2020 quarantine-relevant. 

    And you may find yourself

    Living in a shotgun shack

    And you may find yourself

    In another part of the world

    And you may find yourself

    Behind the wheel of a large automobile

    And you may find yourself in a beautiful house

    With a beautiful wife

    And you may ask yourself, well

    How did I get here?

    Remember in 2019 when people were not forced to remain inside and reflect? It was okay to be on autopilot and walk the streets or fields or cities in between and just be without being. In quarantine, we are tasked with the most impossible job of all—learning to cope with ourselves with little outside influence. 

    Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
    Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
    Into the blue again after the money’s gone
    Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

    We stand over the sink, hands under the water, repeating the birthday song in hopes of resolving and removing the one-in-a-lifetime virus from each finger. We would love to return to a same as it ever was time, but it will likely be a new normal. Will we remain in our houses forever or return to the world we once knew? Or will it be a hybrid?

    Remain in Light

    HOUSE IN MOTION

    The second half of the album must disprove the notion of a sonic COVID-19 quarantine conspiracy, right?  If you are currently pacing in your home, reading, thinking, moving, and wondering more than usual, then this one is for you. 

    I’m walking a line

    I’m thinking about empty motion

    I’m walking a line

    Just barely enough to be living

    Get outta the way (no time to begin)

    This isn’t the time (so nothing was done)

    Not talking about (not many at all)

    I’m turning around (no trouble at all)

    You notice there’s nothing around you, ’round you

    I’m walking a line

    Divide and dissolve

    Good news, you get to leave your home and walk around the grocery store in a paranoid state. The aisles are blocked off, forcing you to treat your neighbors like Neanderthals. Saying hello isn’t the same without a mask and we can barely say goodbye without wondering what level of COVID-19 they left on us. The same beautiful house that was written about in “Once in a Lifetime” is the same place you escape to wash the outside-world filth from your potentially pandemic-covered hands. 

    I’m walking a line
    I hate to be dreaming in motion
    I’m walking a line
    Just barely enough to be living
    Get outta the way (no time to begin)
    This isn’t the time (so nothing was done)
    Not talking about (not many at all)
    I’m turning around (no trouble at all)
    I’m keeping my fingers behind me, ‘hind me
    I’m walking a line
    Divide and dissolve

    Does this scare you? We are social creatures. We are supposed to be fully living and interacting with peers according to our elementary schooling. The narrator is crushing the idea of social contact and, instead, inviting the paranoia of his peers. Full-blown, introverted paranoia.

    SEEN AND NOT SEEN

    He would see faces in movies, on T.V., in magazines, and in books…

    He thought that some of these faces might be right for him…

    And through the years, by keeping an ideal facial structure fixed in his mind…

    Or somewhere in the back of his mind…

    Are we spending too much time streaming music, watching Netflix or staring in a mirror? The focus of this spoken-word-by-Byrne reflective track is post-pandemic physical appreciation. Who cares about what happened in 2019 if it’s possible to reinvent in 2020? We finally escape out of quarantine, but what is stopping us from impulsively mistaking our own identity? Should we redefine our social, physical and emotional selves, or is this a good spot to restart? 

    They may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish

    Whim, or momentary impulse…

    Some may have gotten half-way

    There, and then changed their minds.

    He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake.

    Is the narrator saving face for the previously mentioned government man or is he just trying to act casual? 

    Remain in Light

    LISTENING WIND 

    What happens to people in countries that lack access to 5G or vaccines or respiration or clean water? Is Mother Nature watching out for her children or is it the lack of tourism that prevents their people from the global disease? 

    Mojique buys equipment in the marketplace
    Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone
    He feels the wind is lifting up his people
    He calls the wind to guide him on his mission
    He knows his friend the wind is always standing…by.
    Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away
    Mojique waits for news in a quiet place
    He feels the presence of the wind around him
    He feels the power of the past behind him
    He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him…on.

    A return to nature. The wild is calling. What were the redefined terms of survival of the fittest in 1980 (or 2020)? 

    THE OVERLOAD

    A dark, eerie, Brian Eno-driven piece closes the album with an apocalyptic exclamation point.

    A terrible signal
    Too weak to even recognize

    A gentle collapsing
    The removal of the insides
    I’m touched by your pleas
    I value these moments
    We’re older than we realize
    In someone’s eyes

    Free healthcare was the topic of debate less than two months before 2020 changed America. Who is this “someone” Byrne speaks about? What is the underlying ignorance that haunts us throughout an album recorded in 1980? 

    A change in the weather
    A view to remember
    The center is missing
    They question how the future lies
    In someone’s eyes

    We are reminded that Mother Earth is slowly healing during human dormancy, yet the pessimistic power of the composition reminds us that there is a serious problem.  Midtown Manhattan’s Times Square is one of the most photographed locations in the world. A central hub of a global city. Currently, it’s empty and missing. 

    The gentle collapsing
    Of every surface
    We travel on the quiet road
    …the overload

    The closing lyrics of the album are about as poignant as the opening. As local and state governments look for ways to reopen a social society, they call for extra hands to sanitize surfaces, and open up roads for people, not cars. Has Mother Nature finally forced us to abide by her rules or is our society too ignorant and self-centered to protect one another? Either way, the answer is overwhelming. 

    A favorite album will transport you to a time when you needed the music most. But an iconic album encapsulates the present, whether you like it or not. Remain in Light was written during the political, economic, and social injustices of the late ‘70s, yet it connects the same unprecedented, introspective, unusual feelings we have during a global pandemic – mask off and same as it ever was. 

  • Summer Jam ’73: New York’s Largest Social Gathering (Cuomo would be Pissed)

    In 2020, it is nearly impossible to imagine 600,000 people gathering anywhere, but especially in the rural town of Watkins Glen for Summer Jam ’73. For live music enthusiasts, summer is the best time of the year. The warmest months typically mean road trips with friends to exotic cities like Hartford, Connecticut; Bangor, Maine; and Camden, New Jersey. It means forgetting your tent stakes and having to make new friends by begging for extras at music festivals. Summer is when the sun stays up the latest, the air smells the dankest, and live music infuses with nature in the most powerful ways.

    watkins glen

    As many festival professionals, seasoned Shakedowners, and road warriors are isolated in their hometowns waiting for social ‘undistancing’ to begin, we take a trip back in time to July 1973 — to Summer Jam at Watkins Glen Grand Prix Raceway. Thanks to Dave Smith’s Historic Essay, and many other stories written by attendees of the mega-event, we’ve put together a list of 1973 Flashbacks from that iconic yet blurry weekend. 

    UPSTATE NEW YORK’S LARGEST CITY

    With 600,000 people crammed onto 95 acres, Watkins Glen became one of the most densely populated areas on Earth! It is estimated that 1 in every 400 Americans trekked to the event, many being young adults from the Northeast. 

    JAM BEFORE THE MUSIC 

    New York State Police estimated 20 miles of roadblocks (with over 50 miles of traffic) by 4am Saturday morning — 8 hours before the first band was set to take the stage. Traffic was so backed up many guests abandoned their cars and walked tens of miles to get in. On Wednesday night, 48 hours before the actual event, police estimated roughly 50,000 new guests in a town of 3,500. By Thursday, that figure doubled and by Friday night, Watkins Glen was a quarter-million strong. New York State Troopers recalled Woodstock and the nightmarish traffic problems. This was worse.

    ICONIC MUD OF NEW YORK MEGAFESTS 

    Tents, tarps, flip-flops, beer cans, strollers, coolers, empty peanut butter jars, and fancy sun hats were among the items caked into the mud long after the event was over. Much like New York’s iconic music festival four years earlier, Woodstock, Summer Jam ’73 had its fair share of torrential rain and ass-shaking hippies to create an Upstate NY mud bath for the ages. 

    IS THIS STILL SOUNDCHECK? 

    The Band and the Allman Brothers Band both put on longer (and more rocking) soundchecks than usual to warm up the early attendees, but The Grateful Dead put on a two-set pre-show for the ages. Bassist Phil Lesh did his best to remind the crowd, “This is still just a test,” as they introduced Set II, but happily, no one was buying it. “This whole thing is a fraud, we’re really clever androids,” Lesh announced before breaking into a legendary “Bird Song.” 

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7L1zD4Xh-Q

    TRANQUIL(IZERS) AND SERENE

    How do you take the beauty of the Finger Lakes Region and make it even more spectacular? Drugs. Jamaican grass, speed, LSD, magic mushrooms, mescaline, cocaine, and a suspicious clown peddling Ex-Lax were a few of the items found at the mind-altering buffet that weekend. Dealers made so much money selling everything from animal tranquilizers to bags of oregano, that some of them rented U-Haul storage trailers just to leave behind come Sunday morning. 

    THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT 

    With over half a million young adults gathered from all parts of the country, there was almost zero violence (one stabbing reported). A 74-year old Watkins Glen native, George Rehety, reported from his lawn chair, “You know, these are nice kids. I haven’t seen one fight.” An eight-year-old from nearby Corning, NY had this stellar recap: “Music was good, but I couldn’t understand the words. What was that funny smell? The food that I tasted was really yummy.” 

    LOCAL LAW KEPT IT COOL

    600,000 drunk and stoned young people in blazing heat — what could go wrong? The sheriff of Schuyler Country was Maurice Dean of Watkins Glen. As one of the youngest sheriffs in the Empire State, his age helped him understand the prevalent generation that was “invading” his town. When comparing the Summer Jam crowd to the Can-Am crowd just one week earlier, a mounted cop said, “I’d rather deal with these kids than the race crowd any day. I’ve never been called ‘Sir’ so many times in my life.”

    BUZZED AND CONFUSED

    The drug of choice for the weekend was Jack Daniels and Canadian Club whiskey. Pull tab beer cans like “Genny” went for 99 cents a six-pack, but only if you were prepared. The local beer suppliers were fresh out.  “And I’d filled the place with beer, up to the ceiling,” Jack Mafianey, the Beverage Baron himself, said. “This is ten times bigger than the Grand Prix.” With the biggest party on Earth happening in a tiny town, beer disappeared. According to Dave Smith’s record, concert beer initially went for $.75 a can and when all the ice melted, warm beer cost a quarter. 

    GO CHASING WATERFALLS

    Nude swimmers were surfacing all over the beautiful Finger Lakes Region. At the end of Main Street, Chequaqua Falls saw its fair share of bare butts, and Aunt Sarah’s Falls in Montour Falls became a communal bathtub by the Sunday morning. Locals laughed at the sight of concertgoers emerged in the local ponds off County Route 16 — a favorite for Watkins Glen snapping turtles that loved to chomp anything that dangled past them. One local couple looked outside their window to see a trio of young women spraying each other down with a hose. Not the usual Saturday night ritual in Watkins Glen. 

    WILL WAIT FOR FOOD

    Forget about fast food in rural Finger Lakes towns back in 1973. Jim Teemley’s Meat Market and Deli was the next best thing for the dry-mouthed hippies that descended on the community. Teemley’s wife recalled, “It was as orderly as a school cafeteria, the kids were very polite and mannerly, and there were no incidents of potato chip bags or candy being stolen.” On Route 414, the Simpson’s store ran out of food at a record pace, and although the Raceway was prepared for 150,000, they didn’t properly supply for four times that amount. Luckily, with free entry, the extra $10 fans brought for the now free concert entry was more than enough to acquire sustenance.

    While the world may never see another Summer Jam ’73, music festivals will return. The sweet sound of live music will fill the air. You and your friends will make unforgettable memories. And concertgoers will wake up on another hazy Monday morning with mud in their Birkenstocks. 2020 may prevent us from partying with 600,000 like-minded people, but it won’t stop us from discovering the wonders of nature and finding community through the chaos.