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Road Music

by Ted Conover, February 10, 2010 11:31 AM
A lot of us work to music. I used to play music to help get me get going, to start the flow — mostly music without words, and especially guitar or piano. Once I got involved in the writing, the music would fade from consciousness (but maybe stay in subconsciousness). I'd know it worked when I stop for a break and notice I'd gotten to the end of the cassette or CD or playlist.

Lately music when I write has felt distracting. But music when I take a break, cook a meal, or drive feels essential.

The acknowledgments pages of The Routes of Man are full of people who helped me, in some way, to write the book. Since the first finished book arrived in my mailbox last week, I've been thinking about a musician whose name really should be in there, but isn't: Richard Shindell.

I listened to Shindell's music a lot (ask my kids!) during the writing of Routes. He's unusual in many ways — he lives in Argentina, he's a former Catholic seminarian (who's clearly not finished with religion), and — this one resonates a lot with me — his lyrics are frequently in the voice of a person you wouldn't expect. "Fishing," for example, is sung from the perspective of an immigration officer interrogating a Latino Indian. The singer/narrator of "Courier" performs that risky job for the British military in World War I. Shindell also stands apart from male singer-songwriters of his generation by virtue of not having many "road songs." I write in the Introduction to Routes about the road songs I grew up with in the '60s and '70s — "Gentle on My Mind" by John Hartford, "By The Time I Get to Phoenix" by Jimmy Webb, "Please Come to Boston," by Kenny Loggins, and endless country music songs.

Shindell is not much like the singers of those songs — not so glam, for one thing. But he stands apart for the poetry of his lyrics and the originality of his perspectives. Two of his best songs have to do with streets and driving. One is "Juggler Out in Traffic":

I'm a juggler out in traffic

just another clown

throwing fire at the sky

you are facing forward

heading out of town

just waiting for the light

here together in the street

the way it is, we never meet

red goes green and you go by

The other is "Last Fare of the Day." My favorite lines from it are his description of driving an elderly couple home to New Jersey from Manhattan at night, over the George Washington Bridge.

Up Amsterdam, the meter dark,

I turned off the radio

She said, "Thanks,

I could not bear another word."

Out the bridge, the traffic slowed

In the brakelights and the wash

Of all those truckers heading south

On 95

Into the stream, we pulled away

I know it well, this old ballet

Finding the flow, minding the sway

Catching green lights all the way

His most haunting song, to me, might have inspired Cormac McCarthy when he was conceiving his novel The Road. It's called "You Stay Here." The narrator is a man in a state of fear and privation, living outdoors, and speaking apparently to his wife.

You stay here

And I'll go look for wood

Do not fear

I'll be back soon enough

Do not let the fire die

Neither let it burn too bright

He keeps heading out:

You stay here

And I'll go look for coats

There may still be

Some out on the road

We'll wash them clean with melted snow

The kids don't ever have to know

I would quote more but I don't want to run afoul of fair use restrictions... and also because there's no substitute for hearing it yourself.




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