Okay, I tolerate a lot of dissent here. But some statements are simply unconscionable.
Case in point, “Tom” on Richard Thompson:
Why is it so many skilled musicians are considered “songwriters” when their lyrics are simply so stupid? I’d prefer the unadorned instrumentals to crap lyrics as here…
Richard Thompson is a fabulous guitar player and indefatigable performer. His voice has a smoky intensity and emotional complexity that is nearly unsurpassed. But he’s also a lyricist of rare narrative and poetic skill, as well as intelligence.
“Mingus Eyes,” the song featured in yesterday’s post, isn’t one of the finest examples, to be sure, although it’s not bad. I put it up there because I like the guitar (and the bass; I agree with all the commenters who remarked on that), and because it featured Thompson’s quirky little kick.
But Thompson is master of the bitingly witty (although often darkly bitter) lyric, as well as the song that tells a poignant story. As exhibits A through F, I suggest “Beeswing”, for starters. Then try “Vincent Black Lightning,” “Down Where the Drunkards Roll,” “Wall of Death,” “Walking On a Wire,” and, for a touch of lightness, “Hots for the Smarts.”
Or look at the lyrics of just about anything else the man has written. But your research won’t be complete without a visit to You Tube to see his performances of all these favorites, and more.