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50 Ways To Leave Your (B)luffer

Posted: Aug 10, 2009 Mon 04:37 am     Views: 1076    Interacts: 16

In the late 1970s, when I first heard this song by Paul Simon (the lead voice of the famous duo: Simon & Garfunkel), I could not help smiling aloud. A few days ago when I heard it again, I could not help laughing aloud. So what is amazing about the lyrics?

To begin with, Paul is a good lyricist with poetic quality to his work. That both him and Bob Dylan (Robert Zimmerman) are Jewish, does not bother me one bit. What bothers me is Bob’s about-turn on the protest song movement of the 1960s and his recent revelation that he blew in the wind because that was the way things blew back then.

Paul, by contrast, can really sing, unlike Bob who cannot. In short, I like Paul better than I do Bob. Listen to the Lai-La-Lai chorus of “The Boxer” by Simon & Garfunkel to get an idea of the magic the duo together creates, or simply get their ‘Best Of’ album to enjoy getting away from the horrendous wordiness of Rap, the four-to-the-floor pounding of the bass drum in Dance tunes, or the electronic repetitiveness of Trance music.

Now, the great thing about “Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover” is this. Not only does it humorously touch upon an issue considered more sensitive than one’s sensitive parts, it scales the forbidden wall to overtly suggest what one ought to do when faced with a lover who cannot be shaken off, a ‘mehbooba’ who turns ‘leechar’ (English: lecherous), or a flame who becomes a ‘kumbal’ (blanket) or a ‘chaamchit’ (a bat).

Roy being coy (and not Corduroy!) is a clever rhyme that provides one with a chorus so brilliant one could sing it ad nauseam for ad referendum. But as you do that—and you will do that sooner than later—bear in mind that indulging in hostile drone attacks on an Al-CIAdish lover will be met with stiff resistance. ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’, wrote Willy Shakes-Pear centuries ago [actually, the quote comes from a play called the "The Mourning Bride" (1670–1729) by William Congreve. The complete quote is "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned"].

It is believed that Paul wrote the song after the divorce from his first wife Peggy Harper. A mysterious woman then suggests only five not so mysterious ways to leave his wife while singing a chorus:

Slip out the back, Jack / Make a new plan, Stan / You don’t need to be coy, Roy / Hop on the bus, Gus / Just drop off the key, Lee

The verses are interesting in the sense that the beat reminds one of an Army March band’s snare drum. It may inspire one—while neglecting the horrors of an immediate arrest—to march up to the GHQ wearing a formal ‘sue-i-side dinner jacket’. This song also possesses depth great enough to make Chowq’s resident psycho-man resign quietly and live happily ever after up in cold-as-hell Canada.

Incidentally, on May 23rd, 2007, Paul Simon received the first annual Library of Congress Gershwin Prize for Popular Song. Named in honour of the legendary George and Ira Gershwin, this newly created award recognizes the deep and encouraging effect of popular music on the world’s culture. Annually, composers or performers whose lifetime contributions exemplify the standard of excellence associated with the Gershwins, will receive it.

The song represents a musically and lyrically vibrant picture of the 1970s post-hippie urban life. Simon, when he won a 1976 Grammy award for his work, jokingly thanked recurrent winner Stevie Wonder for not releasing an album that year (Stevie had won the award the two previous years for “Inner Visions” and “Fulfillingness' First Finale”; he won the award again for “Songs in the Key of Life” in 1977).

Fifteen years later, Simon and producer Phil Ramone’s work would create a new kind of sound known as ‘smooth jazz’. While Bob James arranged strings on several tracks, percussionist Ralph McDonald and drummers Grady Tate and Steve Gadd (who plays drums on “Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover”) turned in superb work (McDonald later played on “Saturday Night Fever”). David Sanborn and Michael Brecker contributed fine sax solos to the album.

Now I will encourage you to supplant the word ‘lover’ with brother, sister, mother, father, or blubber.

Album: Still Crazy After All These Years
Year: 1975 (Grammy winner in 1976 as ‘Album Of The Year’)
Musicians: Barry Beckett (electric piano), David Hood (bass), Roger Hawkins (drums), Mike Brecker (saxophone solo), Woodwinds and strings (arranged by Bob James)

Lyrics:

"The problem is all inside your head", she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically
I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover.

She said it's really not my habit to intrude
Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued
But I'll repeat myself, at the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover – 2X

You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free.

Ooo slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free.

She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain
I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again
I said I appreciate that, and would you please explain
About the fifty ways.

She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight
And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light
And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover.

Repeat CHORUS

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And watch Steve Gadd ending the beat on the right hand tom, on BBC TV’s live version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5--Sje98jI

For drumheads (bald folks), here is Steve Gadd superb drum pattern for the verses (playing in the LIVE version): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZZLLYEzKE8&feature=related

Original studio version


Live version


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Latest comments
Posted by goonga on Tuesday August 11, 2009 02:03 am
umm (y)!
Posted by tahir on Monday August 10, 2009 11:59 pm
Madam President:

How could they do that to you? Didn't you show them your CCC ID?

Don't cry, it's going to be a bright sunny day.

:)
Posted by tahir on Monday August 10, 2009 11:57 pm
Thanks Bill, as always.
Posted by bhs75 on Monday August 10, 2009 09:16 pm
good one ... as always t-man ...
Posted by Mont_Blanc_Alps on Monday August 10, 2009 06:54 pm
It wasn’t my fault. Police arrested me and put me in the jail once again after returning from the moon. Can you see how much I cried to return to CCC?



Hmmm! I still smell something.
Did you make music your langotia-yar in childhood and played with it?
Don’t tell me that curiosity killed the cat.

Posted by tahir on Monday August 10, 2009 12:58 pm
Madam President:

May God Almighty forgive you for being absent for so long. Can you see how much I laughed in your absence?

Paul’s 5-point plan may not work in eastern cultures; we do things quite differently over here.

Someone said: 'I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar'. But I say: I came up stairs to music, for I was born while they chattered.

:)
Posted by Mont_Blanc_Alps on Monday August 10, 2009 12:40 pm
Somebody pls tell me where the drop-box for the key is.
Hurry Up! I need to hop on the next bus.
The plan is all set.

Tahir, how do you know so much about music?
I smell something chickeny (not fishy)!


Posted by tahir on Monday August 10, 2009 12:33 pm
Miss Mariposa:

Walaikom EMD, and thank you for the gold medal.

I see that you and Miss July are falling over each other in the right way. Eid is far away but you must hug one another and figure out that elusive rhythm I spoke of earlier.

I am sure you will derive the right inspiration from the song.

:)
Posted by tahir on Monday August 10, 2009 12:29 pm
Miss July:

I would strongly advise you to pick at least one method out of the five outlined by good old Paul to get rid of all e-motional baggage. Jettison now, open that parachute, ‘and get yourself free’.

I hope, playing your desk, you have that Steve Gadd drum pattern figured out. Always end your day with a hit on the right hand tom. There is nothing encyclopaedic about all these things; one must correctly learn to play the rhythm of life.

Now do not stay too humid.

:)
Posted by mariposa on Monday August 10, 2009 10:05 am
EMD :)

The write up is brilliant as usual, informative with a perfect blend of satire..

Heard the song for the first time, quite a contrast from Mrs. Robinson that I listen to almost every morning...

Posted by July on Monday August 10, 2009 09:38 am
I will when I get rid of the (b)luffer/s :)

Did I tell you I envy your encyclopedic brain?
Posted by tahir on Monday August 10, 2009 09:20 am
Thanks July, your job entitles you to say a lot more than this.
Posted by tahir on Monday August 10, 2009 09:20 am
Thanks July, your job entitles you to say a lot more than this.
Posted by July on Monday August 10, 2009 08:46 am
Loved it. Thank you.
Posted by tahir on Monday August 10, 2009 06:47 am
Nikhat Riaz sahiba:

Let me start from the bottom (of the letter).

Dev Anand broke Surayya’s heart, Dilip Kumar broke Madhubala’s, and Guru Dutt broke Geeta Roy’s. But life goes on.

Thank God, if you believe in Him and are not brainwashed by the Chowq atheists, that we are still able to hear and view these oldies despite the passage of as much as sixty years!

Jaan ko Hitler? That is new to me (das ist zu mir neu); it will surely be offensive to all the Jewish actresses of Hollywood who have switched over to using Christian names to avoid detection in America.

You forgot to leave the desired space between the second last and the last paragraphs. But never mind, nobody notices such omissions except I.

And thank you for liking all of this. I like it too when I press the SUBMIT button.

:)
Posted by Nikhat on Monday August 10, 2009 05:58 am
Tahir Sahib,
I must say that your selection and collection of Indian and American songs is awesome. Your understanding of music and not just ‘zara hut ke’ but the ‘way hut ke’ dealing with lyrics is so unique.


So true are these lines and funny is 'Leechar' thing which is now a days' Jaan ko hitler'-lolzzz.
"Now, the great thing about “Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover” is this. Not only does it humorously touch upon an issue considered more sensitive than one’s sensitive parts, it scales the forbidden wall to overtly suggest what one ought to do when faced with a lover who cannot be shaken off, a ‘mehbooba’ who turns ‘leechar’ (English: lecherous), or a flame who becomes a ‘kumbal’ (blanket) or a ‘chaamchit’ (a bat)."

Music of 60’s and 70’s is quite charming. As you said unlike disco, hip-hop, Heavy metal or trance which could only aid in increasing the turbulence of wild, violent internal shores this music carries the mellow power which could still create the ripples in the waters of lonely-weary souls. Be it Simon and Garfunkel, Air supply, Donny and Marie Osmond or romantic melodies of Lobo.
It is lovely to hear them again after a long time. Thanks for sharing it. And it is sad that great old Bollywood songs of Geeta Dutt, Suriyya, Rafi and Kishore are suffering the plague of cheap commercial Remixes and loosing that soft, soothing calming quality so specific to those.

tahir

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