Wednesday, August 30, 2006

6 Cardinal Colors: Purple



Larry Clinton, Deep Purple.
Art Tatum, Deep Purple.
The Clientele, The Violet Hour.
Sebadoh, Violet Execution.
The Kooks, Indigo Lights.
Pyotr Tchaikovsky, Dance of the Lilac Fairy.
Prince, Purple Rain.
Stina Nordenstam, Purple Rain.
Jimi Hendrix, Purple Haze.
Scott Joplin, Heliotrope Bouquet.
Eva Taylor, Jeannine I Dream of Lilac Time.
Jeff Buckley, Lilac Wine (live).
The Kinks, Lavender Hill.
The Real Tuesday Weld, On Lavender Hill.
Duke Ellington, Lady in the Lavender Mist.
Scrugg, Lavender Popcorn.
Dexter Gordon, The Girl With the Purple Eyes.
They Might Be Giants, Purple Toupee.
Duke Ellington, Mood Indigo.
Frank Sinatra, Mood Indigo.
Nina Simone, Mood Indigo.
Duke Ellington, Mood Indigo.


Perhaps, if winter could penetrate
Through all its purples to the final slate...


Wallace Stevens, The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad.

Purple is the color of waning--of old age ("When I am an old woman/I shall wear purple", begins Jenny Joseph's Warning), dusk ("when purple-colored curtains mark the end of the day," the Platters' "Twilight Time"), finality, evensong, the East, grace, solemnity, death ("none can avoid this purple," Emily Dickinson said of the last).

It is the weakest color--the color with the shortest visible wavelength--yet it is traditionally worn by the mightiest: archangels, Roman emperors, Church cardinals, Greek gods. "Purple is the magisterium," wrote Alexander Theroux. "O purple Sovereignty, Holiness, Reverence," says Carlyle in The French Revolution. And mountains, the earth's most ambitious works, are often depicted as purple, in "America the Beautiful" and by Dickinson:

The Mountains--grow unnoticed--
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt--Exhaustion--
Assistance--or Applause--


Purple is a cold color, steeped in mystery; it is always at one remove from us. Its parentage is of the highest royalty--mysterious, regal blue, and titanic red--yet it is not entirely linked with the ruling class, as it is a color long embraced by eccentrics and the avant garde, by Oscar Wilde and Prince. It is a color of rituals: the Incas would perform an annual dance in long purple robes, "called Capac Raymi, a ceremony of the royal or great lords," wrote Pedro Sarmiento De Gamboa.

It is sometime associated with braggarts and egoists (both Shelley and Shakespeare refer to "purple pride"), and with stubbornness and resistance (the maid Nelly Dean in Wuthering Heights shows a "decided purple witness" and stands up to her mistress Catherine, for which Nelly earns a slap in the face).



In music, purple has a rarefied presence, although Scriabin found both the keys of D-flat and A-flat to be purple. A few select instruments are said to be purple in tone--Kandinsky heard purple in the English horn, Goethe in the French horn, Theroux in the tympani, such as the one at the beginning of Beethoven's Violin Concerto. Some woodwinds, especially the oboe and bassoon, seem purple to me. And purple songs, for whatever reason, are often sung quietly, with breathy, barely-there vocals (see, in this list, Stina Nordenstam, The Clientele, The Real Tuesday Weld, etc.)



I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.


Alice Walker, The Color Purple.

The ultimate purple song is, naturally, Peter DeRose's "Deep Purple," a solemn, slightly ponderous number, first performed by Paul Whiteman and which, after receiving a set of lyrics from Mitchell Parish, became a huge hit for Larry Clinton in 1938. Of all of Clinton's "color" songs (most of which have been featured in this series), this was the most enduring, a reverie for a world about to convulse into bloody war.

Clinton's version, with vocals by Bea Wain, can be found on Studies in Clinton.

And the following year the master Art Tatum took the song and performed his usual prestidigitation. Tatum’s version of “Deep Purple” is quite minimal by Tatum’s standards—-no wild runs down the keyboard, little ornamentation, no constant harmonic movement. Rather, it’s a fairly linear performance, with Tatum’s left hand providing the rhythm and developing chords, while his right hand dances out with the melody. It’s a precursor to the sort of clean, modern style practiced in the ‘40s by Nat King Cole and Billy Kyle. Find on I Got Rhythm Vol. 3, used here or via download here.

The formless color

And o'er the sameness of the purple sky
Heaven paints, with hurried hand, wild hues of every dye.


John Clare, November.

What exactly do we mean when we say "purple", anyway? No other color goes by so many different names (mauve, heliotrope, lavender, puce, etc.) nor has so many different identities. Sometimes purple disappears entirely, as there are the two colors which take its place in the "ROYGBIV" mnemonic: indigo and violet.


The sad fate of Violet Beauregarde

So who rules the realm? Indigo is, according to my stalwart resource, the unabridged Webster's New Twentieth Century Dictionary, a "deep violet-blue" and violet is, in turn, "a bluish purple color". So this creates a solid line of succession--indigo is a blend of violet, violet is a blend of purple, and thus violet and indigo are vassals to purple. But Isaac Newton elevated indigo and violet beyond their station when he placed them in his list of the seven primary colors, and so generations of schoolkids have learned to accept them as usurpers.

I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea...

Eliot, The Waste Land.

The Clientele's "The Violet Hour," a track whose sound could serve as a musical definition of crepuscular, is from their 2003 record of the same name. Clientele tour dates; Myspace page.

"Violet Execution" is off Sebadoh III, from 1991. A record that was required listening, whether you liked it or not (see also, Loveless, Slanted & Enchanted), if you were in an arty college during those years.


Crockett Johnson, A Construction for the Heptagon (Neusis II), c. 1970.

And "Indigo Lights" was the leadoff track on a 1999 record called Too Much Is Not Enough by The Kooks, a Swedish band from whom little has been heard since their last record in 2002. Just to confuse things, there is a new UK band of the same name which has just released its debut CD and will be touring the US this fall. So likely tons of kids on the Hype Machine will stumble into this site in fruitless search of them.

Purple fantasias


Edward Burne-Jones, The Sleeping Beauty, c. 1880.

Down yonder glade two lovers steal, to shun the fairy-queen,
Who frowns upon their plighted vows, and jealous is of me,
To seek the purple flow'r, whose juice from all her spells can free


Ann Radcliffe, The Mysteries of Udolpho.

Purple is often the color of dreamscapes, fantasies, netherworlds. You may remember that The Sleeping Beauty begins with a host of fairies attending the wedding of Princess Aurora, each bestowing gifts of grace and loveliness, until the evil fairy Carabosse appears. Infuriated that she had been snubbed from the wedding, Carabosse places a curse on Aurora--that she will prick her finger and die. But luckily, the Lilac Fairy had yet to bestow her gift. Unable to reverse the curse, the Fairy instead alters it, so that when the princess pricks her finger, she will instead sleep for 100 years.

The gorgeous "Dance of the Lilac Fairy" is from the orchestral suite of Pyotr Tchaikovsky's ballet of the Sleeping Beauty (op. 66), which premiered in 1890. Find here.



"Purple Rain": I remember an article in which Prince's bodyguard, "Big Chick" Huntsberry, was shooting the breeze during the Purple Rain sessions, and was in awe of attending the taping of the title track. "It was like Willie Nelson last night," he recalled. One of Prince's most iconic tracks, ending with one of his finest guitar solos on record. On 1984's Purple Rain.

And Stina Nordenstam's grave assai cover version is on 1998's People are Strange.

Tomorrow or just the end of time?



"I dream a lot and I put a lot of my dreams down as songs," Jimi Hendrix once said. "I wrote one called The Purple Haze which was all about a dream I had that I was walking under the sea." Hendrix, a huge science fiction fan, also remembered a story he had recently read in Fantasy and Science Fiction, an excerpt from Philip José Farmer's Night of Light, which contains the line "the sky was clear but the stars seemed far away, blobs straining to pierce the purplish haze."

Chas Chandler recalled that Hendrix began writing the song on the afternoon of Boxing Day, 1966, killing time at the Upper Cut Club. "He started playing the riff, and I said 'write the rest of that!', so he did." At one point, "Purple Haze" had a dozen or more verses, which included a vast SF mythology, like "the history of the wars on Neptune," Hendrix said.

The amazing fuzz-toned guitar sound was achieved when Hendrix was approached by Roger Mayer, an inventor who worked for the Royal Navy Scientific Service. Mayer showed up at the "Purple Haze" sessions with a fuzz box he had designed called the Octavia, which Hendrix used to overdub his solo. The Octavia, Mayer said later, was designed to create an "infinite mirror image" of a guitar's sound. And when "Purple Haze" was released in March 1967, it would vault Hendrix into the stratosphere. Find on Are You Experienced.

Lilac Time

What is the essence of purple? Some works of art seem especially associated with the color. Virginia Woolf's The Waves, for instance, the most staggeringly beautiful book Woolf ever wrote, is a purple empire, filled with lines like:

This is our world, lit with crescents and stars of light; and great petals half-transparent block the openings like purple windows.

and,

Or perhaps they saw the splendour of the flowers making a light of flowing purple over the beds, through which dark tunnels of purple shade were driven between the stalks.

and again,

I shall be sullen, storm-tinted and all one purple. I shall be debased and hide-bound by the bestial and beautiful passion of maternity. I shall push the fortunes of my children unscrupulously. I shall hate those who see their faults.



Some purpuraceous music:

Scott Joplin's "Heliotrope Bouquet", a "slow drag two-step for piano" from 1907, is a collaboration with Louis Chauvin, who wrote the first two of the piece's four sections (the "A" section's complex tango rhythms and intricate melodies are fairly unusual for ragtime)--they are the only pieces of music to survive from Chauvin, a talented pianist who lived chaotically and died at 24 of syphilis and multiple sclerosis. Find on Elite Syncopations.

"Jeannine I Dream of Lilac Time" is on the out-of-print Eva Taylor Vol. 3 (and on iTunes). Eva Taylor is perhaps best-known for being married to the bandleader Clarence Williams, but she had a fine, if not incredibly memorable voice, and could have had a career as a sort of minor Ethel Waters. But after 1932, she stopped recording. Among her better tracks is "Jeannine," which she recorded under her real name Irene Gibbons, with the great guitarist Eddie Lang. King Oliver is on trumpet, Williams on piano.



"Lilac Wine," first put on the map by Nina Simone, was a constant source of intrigue for Jeff Buckley. About a year before drowning in the Mississippi River, Buckley performed this version on stage in Melbourne. On Mystery White Boy.

The rarest


Porphyry head, 4th C.

Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes.


Christina Georgina Rossetti, A Birthday.

Purple was once the most precious color of all.

It begins, like many things, with the Phoenicians, seafarers and dyers, who discovered that a vibrant dye could be extracted from two types of Mediterranean shellfish, buccinum and purpura. In both mollusks, the color is found near the head, in a gland that came to be known as the "flower." Either you squeezed the mollusks in a press or you cracked them open by hand--in either case, it was a laborious process. Once the fluid was removed, it turned from white to purple in the sunlight.

The problem was that the shellfish had literally a drop of the stuff in them apiece. It is estimated it took 250,000 shellfish to produce one ounce of purple dye. Thus it was astonishingly expensive. A well-paid Roman baker, for example, would have to spend three year's salary to afford a pound of purple-dyed wool. Tyrian purple, as it became to be called (after the Phoenician city of Tyre), was soon coveted by the rising power in the Mediterranean--the Romans.

[Purple], that precious color which gleams with the hue of a dark rose...This is the purple for which the fasces and axes clear a way. It is the badge of notable youth; it distinguishes the senator from the knight; it is called in to appease the gods. It brightens every garment and shares with gold the glory of the triumph.

Pliny, Natural History, IX, XXXVI.

At first, most leading members of the Roman Republic could wear purple--generals would wear purple cloaks on the field, senators were allowed to wear togas with purple bands on the hems. But as the Republic began to founder, the ambitious men who came to rule it found that purple best suited them alone...

There Lythe a Knygt


The Tetrarchs, St Mark's Basilica, Venice, c. 300 AD.

Purple is the traditional mantle of power, worn, for example, by the Archangel Michael, as described in Paradise Lost:

Over his lucid arms
A military vest of purple flowed,
Livelier than Meliboean, or the grain
Of Sarra, worn by kings and heroes old
In time of truce; Iris had dipt the woof.


Such an association likely began with Julius Caesar, the first Roman emperor. (Caesar got the idea to don the purple from his lover Cleopatra, who was a master at using purple as a visual shorthand for power.) When he was stabbed to death in the Senate, Caesar drew his purple toga over his face as he died. And after winning the subsequent battle for power, Marc Antony came upon the body of Brutus, Caesar's most notable assassin, which he covered with a purple robe.



By the time of Ammianus Marcellinus, the chronicler of the waning days of the Empire, aspiring emperors were as common as seed corn, and all would-be tyrants grabbed the purple as the first act of their insurrection. It became a crime under Valentinian I for anyone but the emperor to wear purple, and Ammianus is full of sad stories of men being executed for stumbling and grabbing a purple tapestry, for example.



There was a sort of purple dark ages: in the 7th Century, Tyre was overrun by the Arabs and the great purple dye works destroyed. Around the same time, the secret of tekhelet, the Hebrew method of deriving an indigo dye from rock snails, was lost. And when Constantinople fell in 1453, the method of making purple was lost, apparently forever.

All that remained was the memory of imperial, Tyrian purple--a color of power at a scale that, during the Middle Ages, seemed inconceivable. It was natural that purple became a favored color for Christian works, such as the utterly haunting 15th Century hymn The Knight of the Grail, also known as the Corpus Christi Carol:

He bare hym up, he bare hym down,
He bare hym into an orchard brown

In that orchard ther was an hall
That was hangid with purpill and pall.




Purple Democracy

Suddenly, around 1850, the Western world rediscovered purple. A Frenchman named Felix Henri de Lacaze-Duthiers noticed a Mediterranean fisherman wipe his shirt with a mollusk, leaving a stain that the sun dried into a vivid purple. There was a growing mania to discover the source of classical purple--Napoleon III soon sent out an archaelogical expedition to uncover the location of ancient Tyre, and, hopefully, unearth the secret of purple dyeing as well. (Of course, all Napoleon III had to do was send someone to Central America, where dyers had been making purple from shellfish for centuries...)

Yet such efforts proved pointless, as at the same time the secret of mass-producing purple was discovered. In 1856, William Henry Perkin, an 18-year-old chemistry student, took over the top floor of his parents' home in the East End of London as a laboratory. He was looking to find an alternative to quinine, the malarial remedy, and was experimenting with adding hydrogen and oxygen to coal tar. One night, as he was about to throw out another failed solution, he noticed it had "a strangely beautiful color," as he told a journalist years later. (from Victoria Finlay's Color).


mauve-dyed dress, c. 1862

Perkin first called his discovery "Tyrian Purple", perhaps recalling the Latin histories he had learned in school, but soon changed his mind. The color, he decided, would be named after a French flower: mauve. (The French, naturally, would call the hue "Perkin's Purple".) Perkin opened a dye factory to produce the color, which was soon embraced by textile makers. By his 21st birthday, Perkin was rich and the stage was set for what would be called "The Mauve Decade", a rather fluid period (and not really a decade) which encompassed roughly 1860 to 1900, during which the color became the height of fashion.


Arthur Hughes, April Love, 1856.

The Impressionists, for one, went mad for synthetic mauve, indigo and violet. Monet, in particular, indulged in what some wags called "violettomania." "I have finally discovered the true color of the atmosphere," Monet said. "It's violet. Fresh air is violet. Three years from now everyone will work in violet."



And no color has fallen so much in esteem since the advent of synthetic dyes and paints. Purple's status as an aristocratic color began to wane as soon as it could be mass-marketed.

By 1877, Charles de Coster, "a militant Fleming, a revolutionary and a Freemason", as described by Herman Pleij, went on a tour of the Low Countries and was astonished at the colors he encountered. In Amsterdam, de Coster noted that lilac appeared to be the favorite color of Dutch domestic servants, and that dozens of purple variations appeared in the bargain shops. It was the end--democratization had seized purple and cast it downward, to today, when, as Pleij writes:

"A sign of the times...[is] the sight of whole families strolling around holiday resorts and shopping malls in jogging suits of glowing purple. This was the very color that signaled distinction in the Middle Ages and was the rightful property of the aristocracy."




A host of eccentrics



Matisse, Purple Robe and Anemones, 1937.

Yet despite purple's decline in status among the upper class, its relations with the eccentric, the mad, the extravagant and ridiculous remains as strong as ever.

Ronald Firbank wrote in purple ink. Des Esseintes, the aesthete in Huysmans' A Rebours, adorns his shirt with Parma violets, as did Proust's Odette, and Dorian Gray, whose portrait is shrouded in a purple-gold coverlet. One of Sherlock Holmes' dressing gowns is purple. Joyce's Mr Bloom wears purple elastic stock suspenders. And Mary, a character in Aldous Huxley's Crome Yellow, wears " purple pyjamas [that] clothed her with an ampleness that hid the lines of her body; she looked like some large, comfortable, unjointed toy, a sort of Teddy-bear."

And Keith Moon owned the only purple Rolls Royce ever made, though, according to Wikipedia, "this was disputed by Rolls Royce, who claimed Moon had it repainted. The car is now owned by Middlebrook Garages, Middlebrook Lane, Bagthorpe, Nottinghamshire, England."



Oscar Wilde in particular seems insperable from purple. Copies of his play Salome (in which he insisted all actors playing Romans should wear purple) were bound in purple. In Wilde's final letters, he seems consumed with the color--in a 1900 letter to Robert Ross, Wilde writes, "And yet what purple hours one can snatch from that grey slowly-moving thing we call time." And during his time in prison, Wilde fantasized about his day of release: "On the day of my leaving both the laburnum and the lilac will be blooming in the gardens. I shall see the wind...make [the lilac] toss the pale purple of its plumes, so that all the air shall be Arabia for me."

The Kinks' "Lavender Hill" was recorded in 1967, an outtake from the Something Else sessions. It was officially released on a 1973 LP called The Great Lost Kinks Album, which lived up to its name by never getting released on CD. "Lavender Hill" did turn up on CD at last, buried on the third disc of a mega-re-release CD of Village Green Preservation Society, which is likely to go out of print soon, given this song's unlucky history.

"On Lavender Hill" is by The Real Tuesday Weld. First heard this one on Moistworks last year. On 2005's The Return of the Clerkenwell Kid.


Picasso, The Absinthe Drinker, 1901.

“Lady of the Lavender Mist," one of the many purple Ellington compositions, was recorded in August 1947, during Ellington’s first session for Columbia. Lawrence Brown provides the trombone solo. On Masterpieces.

Scrugg's "Lavender Popcorn," a nice bit of bubblegum psychedelia, was one of the band's three singles, released by Pye in 1968. Scrugg was led by the South African guitarist/songwriter John Kongos, who went on to have some solo hits in the UK. Find here.

Purple decadence

But what an attenuation was this cold pride of the dream of her youth, in which she had pictured herself walking in state towards the altar, flushed by the purple light and bloom of her own passion..

Thomas Hardy, The Woodlanders.



Purple also has its sensual side. Harriet Quimby (above), bombshell and flying ace (she was the first woman to fly over the English Channel) always wore a shining purple satin flying costume. The rake Robert Lovelace, fantasizing about his potential conquest of Clarissa Harlowe in Richardson's Clarissa, imagines she will kiss him with a "purple mouth" ("Her coral lips will be purple then, Jack!"). And then there is the mysterious woman described in Swinburne's Laus Veneris, who seems to have met a vampire:

Asleep or waking is it? for her neck,
Kissed over close, wears yet a purple speck
Wherein the pained blood falters and goes out;
Soft, and stung softly--fairer for a fleck.


There are those with purple eyes, as as Claggart in Melville's Billy Budd, who has "orbs which in repose were of a color nearest approaching a deeper violet, the softest of shades." Elizabeth Taylor, according to legend, had violet eyes (Doonesbury, spoofing her sixth husband John Warner's senatorial campaign, had Warner offering bumper stickers with the slogan "A Tad Overweight, But Violet Eyes to Die For").



"The Girl With the Purple Eyes", recorded in Copenhagen in March 1975 by Dexter Gordon with the Palle Mikkelborg Tentet, comes from the end of Gordon's European exile. The fantastically-named Niels-Henning Orsted Pedersen provides the groove on bass. Find on More Than You Know.

Purple hair is another sign of distinction--it was a popular wig tint during the Napoleonic era. Colette had "mauve-tinted hair", as did Warhol superstar Ultra Violet, while the king of Megara, Nisus, had purple locks that were shorn by his daughter Scylla to win the love of Minos.

"Purple Toupee" is a funny bit of revenge on the Baby Boomers (as perhaps can only be appreciated by the generations that have lived in their wake), in which the addled Boomer narrator recalls the Very Important Events of the 1960s as a mythical pop-cultural slush, in which protesters chanted "Free the Expo 67!". On They Might Be Giants' 1988 Lincoln; find on Then: The Earlier Years.


Francis Bacon, Figure With Meat, 1954.

Yet purple sensuality, while appealing in person, can be murder in literature. Purple writing--gassy prose stuffed with elongated metaphors, classical references, alliteration and other crimes--has plagued us for centuries. (Hopefully not too much of it in this blog, but likely so.) Lawrence Durell admitted his "prose was touched with plum pudding." And in V for Vendetta, the lecherous clergyman Bishop Lilliman notes that the sermon he was told to read by the computer Fate was "a trifle purple." (The Bishop soon meets his well-deserved fate, and over his corpse the anarchist V places a violet carson, a breed of flower unknown in fascist Britain.)

"Ruskin's style -- a thing of shreds and purple patches," said Lawson. "Besides, damn the Great Victorians. Whenever I open a paper and see Death of a Great Victorian, I thank Heaven there's one more of them gone. Their only talent was longevity, and no artist should be allowed to live after he's forty; by then a man has done his best work, all he does after that is repetition."

W.S. Maugham, Of Human Bondage.

Final rites


As I lay awake at night-time
In an ancient country barrack known to ancient cannoneers,
And recalled the hopes that heralded each seeming brave and bright time
Of my primal purple years


Hardy, The Revisitation.

Today, black is the accepted color of mourning (except in some Asian countries, where white is appropriate), but purple, for much of human history, has also served this purpose. Because purple is the end of the spectrum, the color that bleeds off into ultraviolet and invisibility, it seems fitting and proper for it to denote the end of our little lives.



Purple as mourning color was especially prominent in England. Samuel Pepys, in 1660, wrote in his diary that he had gone to White Hall Garden, "where I saw the King in purple mourning for his brother." The Victorians were clad in Perkin's mauve in funeral processions throughout the late 19C, and in 1952, when George VI died, West End haberdashers placed black and mauve knickers in their windows.

Constance, in Arnold Bennett's The Old Wives Tale, watches a funeral procession pass, playing Handel's Funeral March: "The boom of the drum, desolating the grief; and the dirge seemed to be weaving a purple pall that covered every meanness." Or take the lines from Gregory Corso's Italian Extravaganza:

Mrs. Lombardi's month-old son is dead
I saw it in Rizzo's funeral parlor
A small purplish wrinkled head.


And Graham Greene, towards the end of his life, recalled a dream in which he wrote a verse on his own death, for a competition in a magazine called Time and Tide, a dream-poem that began:

My breath is folded up
like sheets in lavender
The end for me
Arrives like nursery tea...


An indigo quartet

Now the shadow has fallen and the purple light slants downwards. The figure that was robed in beauty is now clothed in ruin.

Woolf, The Waves.

So we've reached the end of the spectrum: the colors are draining away, summertime and light are hastening off, and darkness will soon be all that's left. So here is a last quartet to help enjoy the final embers.



"Mood Indigo" is one of Duke Ellington's most sublime pieces, a melody which, the first time you hear it (perhaps today, o lucky you), seems already familiar, as though you can half-remember it from a dream; it's a dance for somnambulists.

Who actually wrote it remains a bit of a controversy—-Ellington claimed he dashed it out one evening, in fifteen minutes, waiting for his mother to finish cooking dinner, then handed it to Irving Mills, who wrote the lyrics. Yet Barney Bigard, Ellington’s clarinet player, claimed he wrote the lion’s share of it, with Ellington only providing the beginning, adding that Mills basically gave him $25 to pay him off. (By the 1960s, Bigard’s name was included in the list of composers.) And further, Mitchell Parish has claimed that he wrote most of Mills’ lyrics.

The inaugural version of “Mood Indigo," recorded in October 1930, features the haunting theme statement provided by Bigard, Arthur Whetsol (t) and Joe Nanton (tb), followed by Bigard’s ethereal solo and a pair of dazzlers from Whetsol and Ellington. On Masterpieces.

Sinatra placed it prominently in his 1955 masterpiece In the Wee Small Hours. And a decade later, Nina Simone turns it into a soulful jaunt, with her piano leading the charge. On Nina.



In 1950, Ellington had begun exploiting the new long-playing 33rpm discs, opening up compositions that he had originally structured as tightly-coiled three-minute dramas. Now there was room to breathe, for his players to roll out. So in this version, "Mood Indigo" dreams along for a quarter of an hour. It begins with a brief curtain-raiser by Duke (or maybe Billy Strayhorn) on piano, and then the winds, purpureal and solemn, lead you onward. Seemingly the entire orchestra gets a solo—-some of the most notable are Tyree Glenn, who provides the “wah-wah” trumpet, Russell Procope (clarinet), Johnny Hodges (alto sax), Paul Gonsalves (tenor sax), Ray Nance (trumpet). And the vocal is by Ellington's then-recent addition Yvonne Lanauze.

Ted Gioia: "This was the closest Ellington ever came to creating an African-American equivalent of Bach's Goldberg Variations." One of the best recordings Duke ever made, it's found on the justly-named Masterpieces by Ellington. Unfortunately, due to its length, the track had to get compressed terribly to get on the server--the sound is likely pretty poor. Please check out the CD if you like it.

Cover star: the Hon. Condoleeza Rice.

Next and last, a (BRIEF!) coda:

If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

6 Cardinal Colors: Blue



George Gershwin, Rhapsody in Blue.
Henry "Red" Allen, (Trouble Ends) Out Where the Blue Begins.
Langston Hughes, Too Blue.
Louis Armstrong, Blue Again.
Bessie Smith, Blue Blue.
Men At Work, Blue For You.
The Savoy Orpheans, The Blue Room.
Jimmy Rowles, Serenade in Blue.
Clifford Hayes, Blue Guitar Stomp.
Speedy West and Jimmy Bryant, Blue Bonnet Rag.
Sidney Bechet, Blue Horizon.
Duke Ellington, Diminuendo in Blue.
Duke Ellington, Crescendo in Blue.
Ray Martin, Blue Tango.
Johann Strauss, The Blue Danube.
Roxy Music, Out of the Blue.
Elvis Presley, Blue Moon.
Fats Domino, Blue Monday.
Dorothy Moore, Misty Blue.
Vashti Bunyan, Winter is Blue.
Joanna Newsom, This Side of the Blue.
Flatt and Scruggs, Baby Blue Eyes.
Pete Townshend, Behind Blue Eyes (demo).
Willie Nelson, Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain.
Al Ferrier, Don't Play Blue Eyes (Crying in the Rain).
Modest Mouse, Baby Blue Sedan.
Lou Gramm, Midnight Blue.
The Heath Brothers, A New Blue.



And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.


Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott.

Blue is beyond. It is the color of the sky and the sea, worlds in which we can travel but in which we ultimately cannot live. The earth, knowing this, shuns blue--it is a shade scarcely found among plants, worn by a handful of animals. If green is nature's color, blue lives in spirit. "I write my God in blue," said the poet Jay Wright.

"What is blue?" Yves Klein once said. "Blue is the invisible becoming visible...Blue has no dimensions. It 'is' beyond the dimensions of which other colors partake." Blue is the pharaoh of colors: no other shade fully matches its power, and all, with the possible exception of red, bow in deference to it. Wassily Kandinsky was awed by blue: "The ultimate feeling it creates is one of rest. When it sinks to almost black, it echoes a grief that is hardly human."



Seen from space, the earth is blue.

Yuri Gagarin.

Like the sky which reflects it, blue contains multitudes. It is both the color of the nobility and the peasant, of libertines and scolds. It is the color of Confederate dollars and Union Army jackets. It is worn by the Virgin Mary, intermediary between the divine and the human, and by medieval cuckolds.

The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.


Philip Larkin, High Windows.

And in music blue is forever courted, forever praised, yet is never completely captured. Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" is one noble attempt to do so. It begins with the single clarinet, soaring like the call of a muezzin, and then comes that irresistable melody, as fresh, as Virginia Woolf once wrote, as if issued to children on a beach. The melody is carried first by stately horns, then with a swagger by the whole orchestra. The piano has its say, then everyone gets up to dance, seemingly without end, throughout the black-blue night.


Matisse, Blue Nude IV, 1952.

"Rhapsody" was premiered in 1924 by Paul Whiteman, and has been used forever since, both movingly (the opening sequence of Woody Allen's Manhattan) and ridiculously (the opening ceremony of the 1984 Olympics). Is "Rhapsody in Blue" overrated? "Weep over the lifelessness of the melody and harmony, so derivative, so stale, so inexpressive!" wrote one critic after its premiere. John Lennon once described songwriting as sticking the good bits together, which, in a way, is what Gershwin did here. Leonard Bernstein, while in awe of Gershwin's melodic gifts, said that you could excise most any part of "Rhapsody" and the piece would seem as whole, as its structure is so elastic, or formless--take your pick.

Anyhow, you can find this version, used in Allen's Manhattan and performed by the New York Philharmonic, here. Original Gershwin recording here.

The deeper blue becomes, the more urgently it summons man toward the infinite, the more it arouses in him a longing for purity and ultimately, for the supersensual.

Kandinsky, On the Spiritual in Art.


Clyfford Still, Untitled, 1953.

"When are you going to sail?" asked Mary.

"I cannot justly say; our ship's bound for America next voyage, they tell me...I may have to hoist the blue Peter any day; so, make much of me while you have me, Mary."


Elizabeth Gaskell, Mary Barton.

So, hoist the Blue Peter, and off we go. First, a blue overture:

"(Trouble Ends) Out Where the Blue Begins" (what a title!) is performed here in a 1936 recording led by Henry "Red" Allen, who plays trumpet and sings. An unjustly obscure figure now, Allen became the label ARC's attempt to offer up a rival to Fats Waller. His Vocalion sides, such as "Trouble Ends," were often chaotic recordings--Allen would show up at the studio, assemble a group from whatever musicians were hanging around, and was handed lead sheets to obscure songs he had never heard before. A few minutes later, he would record. But the result, when everything aligned, was a recording like this, in which the blue mood achieved subsumes everything else. Find here.


Winslow Homer, Coral Formation, 1901.


"Blue Again": If you needed any proof of Louis Armstrong's utter genius, this is the track to play. Just listen to the man: from the opening statement of purpose on trumpet, to his vocal, tender, woeful and knowing, to a final solo for which there simply are no words. From 1931, and on a number of compilations, such as this.

"Blue Blue," also from 1931, is from one of Bessie Smith's last recording sessions. By '31, the years had begun to abrade her voice, and she was making some concessions to popular tastes--using a drummer (Floyd Casey) for the first time during these sides. With Clarence Williams on piano, Louis Bacon on cornet and Charlie Green on trombone--together, they create a barrelhouse sound to complement Bessie's woes. On Complete Recordings Vol. 4.



"Too Blue," a short blue poem by Langston Hughes, was first published in the autumn of 1943 in Contemporary Poet, and recorded by Hughes in either 1944 or 1945 as part of a series of readings he did for Asch Records. On Voices of Black America.

For you blue


Childe Hassam, Nocturn, Railway Crossing, 1893.

To sum up "blue" songs in a single blog post is a foolish task. There are thousands of them, and that's only in English, and when you include songs with "blues" in the title, that's it, you're done--game, set, match.

How to choose a decent selection? I know, everyone looking at my list has their favorite absentees: Where's "Pale Blue Eyes"? "My Blue Heaven"? "Blue Bayou"? "Blue Skies"? "Tangled Up in Blue"? "Mr. Blue Sky"? "Black and Blue"? "True Blue"? "Devil With a Blue Dress On"? "Blue"? "Famous Blue Raincoat"? Time and world enough, people.



In song lyrics, blue loses all of its reserve to become a happy member of the dance. "Blue" is simple and pleasant to sing (as Alexander Theroux wrote of blue, "you pout pronouncing it, form a kiss...blowing gracefully from the lips as if before candles on a birthday cake") and easy to rhyme--blue, mating with "true", "do", "you", "too", "woo", etc., is the cornerstone of any romantic verse.

Two examples: Men at Work's "Blue For You". A forgotten but lovely track from their not-great sophomore record Cargo, from 1983, previewing the sort of pop-folk mellowness singer Colin Hay would offer in his solo years. It's the 1980s, so the drums get mixed loud, and this track is off vinyl, mind you--the CD must be deafening. (This LP was one of the first albums I ever purchased, in a Roanoke, Va. shopping mall, and has survived moves and floods to still play well some 23 years later--now a track from it gets digitized and someone in Lithuania can hear it, if they'd like.)


Franz Marc, The Blue Horses, 1911.

And Rodgers and Hart's "Blue Room", in which Hart, in one my favorite lyrics of his, offers a bright palette of rhymes, where "blue" serves in its usual role as rhyme-leader:

We'll have
a blue room

a new room

for two room


"Blue Room" was premiered in 1926's "The Girl Friend"; this 1927 recording is by the Savoy Orpheans, a London-based group that was the hottest dance band in the UK at that time. Vocals by the Hamilton Sisters. On Jazz in Britain.


Modigliani, Little Girl in Blue, 1918.

If lyrically free, blue regains its majesty and mystery when it is addressed in music. Scriabin found the key of F sharp to be a deep, deep blue (F sharp was the only key Irving Berlin composed in), and of course there are the blue notes--most often, the flatted third, fifth and seventh degrees of the scale. In a way, blue notes are "wrong" notes, notes made troubled by the musician. (To sum up the massive cultural heritage that is "the blues" in the midst of this already crowded post is simply a ridiculous, futile task--just listen to anything on Honey Where You Been So Long as a primer.)

Blue is a soloist's color ("No color isolates itself like blue," Fairfield Porter) and many instruments that lead on the melody seem to be blue in tone--piano, guitar, clarinet. (Albert Lavignanc heard blue in "the ethereal, suave, transparent timbre of the flute"; Wagner described the divided violins used in the prelude of Lohengrin as being "ethereal blue"). Naturally, it is jazz's heraldic color, with untold hundreds of jazz tracks from Bechet to Don Byron having "blue" in their titles.


Gainsborough, "Blue Boy", 1770.

"Serenade in Blue" showcases the azure sound of the piano, here played by Jimmy Rowles. Rowles was a big band veteran who worked with Zoot Sims and Stan Getz, among others. He was "a fiend for obscure movie songs" (Gary Giddins), and "Serenade in Blue", written by Hollywood mainstay Harry Warren, was from the Glenn Miller vehicle Orchestra Wives. With Red Mitchell on bass and Art Mardigan on drums. From 1954. On Visions of Jazz, the awesome, out-of-print Giddins compilation I feel obligated to mention ever so often.

The tune is space. The blue guitar

Becomes the place of things as they are,
A composing of senses of the guitar.


Wallace Stevens, Man With the Blue Guitar.

Two runs on the blue guitar: Clifford Hayes' "Blue Guitar Stomp" is from 1927. Hayes led a Louisville-based jug band and was lucky to have as a guitarist Cal Smith, a solid player with a keen sense of rhythm--a worthy contemporary of Lonnie Johnson or Eddie Lang. Smith's playing on this track is especially sweet. Find here.

And "Blue Bonnet Rag," from 1954, is Speedy West and Jimmy Bryant's jet-age interpretation of Leon McAuliffe's original slide-guitar instrumental. Find on Stratosphere Boogie.

Finally, Sidney Bechet's "Blue Horizon" is a blue study in longing, etched by Bechet's searing clarinet. From 1944, just a glorious recording. Find here.


Cezanne, Seated Woman in Blue, ca. 1905.

The birth of blue

Blue has always been treasured, though to the ancients the concept of 'blue' was muddled, at least to modern eyes. The Greeks appeared to consider blue to be a shade of black, as many surviving shards of Greek painting have blue used as a darkener. Perhaps blue's connotations with darkness and sombreness begins here, with an unknown Greek artisan making a bluish gray pigment by mixing black charcoal and white ore. But the Greeks also had words for the blue of sky and sea--kuanos, for one, is the ancestor of cyan. (Some languages to this day have no specific words for blue and green, considering them different variations of the same hue.)


The Charity of St. Nicholas, late 13th C.

Blue was often chosen to adorn great works of art--the Parthenon was once painted bright blue. And during the High Middle Ages, the 11th through 13th Centuries, aristocratic families began to favor blue as the dye best suited for high-quality fabrics. By the 1200s, blue is seemingly everywhere--worn by saints, heroes and kings in liturgical manuscripts (see above and below). To dress in blue came to indicate spirituality, a taste for humility, and steadfastness in love.


Achilles Killing Hector, 13th C.

And as with all trends, once everyone started doing it, it all went to hell: braggarts, unbelievers and those devious in love started coming to court arrayed in blue. It prompted Christine de Pisan to write "Wearing blue does not win my support," adding:

Love doth burgeon, not in wearing blue
But some people indeed put on that hue
Thus hiding several evil deeds from view
Deceiving easily by wearing blue...



Titian, Portrait of a Man, c. 1512.

Precious blue



Blue's most renowned and treasured embodiment, for much of the past millennium, was in the pigment ultramarine, derived from the rare stone lapis lazuli. And the only place medieval painters could acquire it was from Badakshan, in today's Afghanistan. Marco Polo, in 1271, saw one of the lapis lazuli quarries during his travels: "Here there is a high mountain, out of which the best and finest blue is mined."

Cennino Cennini, in Il Libro dell'Arte, wrote that "ultramarine blue is a color illustrious, beautiful and most perfect, beyond all other colors; one could not say anything about it, or do anything with it, that its quality would still not surpass."

and how, unfearful of deceit,
etched like an equine monster of an old celestial map,
beside a cloud or dress of Virgin-Mary blue...

Marianne Moore, Sea Unicorns and Land Unicorns.


Duccio, Virgin and Child with Saints (detail), ca. 1315.

Ultramarine was astonishingly expensive (Cennini estimates the best stuff would get eight ducats an ounce), which meant the color came to symbolize the holiness of the subject and, more importantly, the wealth of the patron. It is why Christ and the Virgin Mary, in medieval paintings, often are garbed in blue, and why Michelangelo left The Entombment (ca. 1501) unfinished, with the Virgin Mary only in sketch form--his promised shipment of ultramarine likely fell through.



Yet all monarchs fall. In the past two centuries came the advent of synthetic pigments: Prussian blue, pthalo blue, manganese blue, and most of all, artificial ultramarine blue, which was just as enduring and as vivid as lapis lazuli-derived ultramarine, but far cheaper and available in bulk. It's one reason why the Impressionists and their successors were able to indulge in endless blue fantasies--Renoir's The Umbrellas (above), the skies of Van Gogh's Wheatfield with Cypresses and Wheatfield Under Threatening Skies, and Picasso's "Blue Period" of 1901-1904, all owe their blues to an ultramarine brewed in a chemical factory.


Picasso, Self Portrait, 1901.

Yves Klein, working in the postwar decades, became determined to find a purer form of synthetic blue, patenting in 1960 a new color, International Klein Blue. Below are two examples, first Klein's Hiroshima (1961) in which some ghostly blue figures appear, then his IKB 79 (1959), in which blue is all there is.



"Diminuendo in Blue" and "Crescendo in Blue" were the back-to-back sides of a 78 RPM record Duke Ellington released in 1937. It was one of his most ambitious compositions to date, a series of almost two dozen 12-bar blues choruses. The pieces were almost entirely composed by Ellington beforehand, with little improvisation allowed during the performance, and its complexity pushed Ellington's group to their limits--the likes of Cootie Williams and Harry Carey do sound subdued during their brief, scripted solos (some prefer later live versions of the pieces, such as the one recorded at the 1956 Newport Festival). Ellington was besotted with blue--in addition to these sides, there's "Blue Feeling," "Blue Light," "Blue Ramble," "Transbluency," "Azure," Blue Goose," "In a Blue Summer Garden," and more I've forgotten. On Masterpieces.

Does "The Blue Danube" need any real introduction? Composed by Johann Strauss, its official title is An der schönen blauen Donau, Op. 314, and it was premiered in 1867. This performance is by the St. Petersburg Radio & TV Symphony Orchestra.

And Ray Martin's "Blue Tango", from 1952, was an enormous pop hit in the UK. The RAF conscript Iain Hay Gordon whistled the tune all through his brutal three-day interrogation--he was prime suspect in the murder of a judge's daughter, Patricia Curran, in Northern Ireland. Gordon at last confessed and was found insane, but the real murderer likely got away with it. On I Love Music.



Blue tranquility, blue sublimity

Like the sky, my blue gaze
Is calm as water in sunlight.
That's what it is, blue and calm,
Because nothing startles it or gives it pause...


Fernando Pessoa (as Alberto Caeiro), The Keeper of Sheep, XXIII.


Anguilla, blue prince of islands

Blue is the color of calm, respite, allegedly reducing pulse rates and blood pressure. Parents find blue light sometimes soothes wailing infants, and children often find the color reassuring (think of the Blue Fairy, who appears at important moments to help guide and prompt Pinnochio.)


The blue minarets of Isfahan

Blue sometimes indicates a move to another, higher plane. Alice, during her travels in Wonderland, is usually depicted wearing "a pale blue knee-length dress with a white pinafore overtop." And "The Blue Lotus" marked a sea change for the cartoonist Hergé. His first four Tintin serials had ranged from shoddy to at times racist, the work of a naive kid influenced by a fascist sympathizing priest. "Le Lotus Bleu was when it really began," he recalled in the early 1970s. Instead of relying on stereotypes, he, in collaboration with a Chinese friend, took exacting pains to properly depict Chinese culture, down to the street signs, and at the same time, Tintin no longer wandered around grunting natives, but was witness to a culture being consumed by an invading power, in this case Japan's occupation of Manchuria. It was the dawn of Hergé's art--the first Tintin classic.



And in Roxy Music's "Out of the Blue," the journey has already begun as the song fades in. From 1974's Country Life.

Blue Isolation


Tobias Funke joins the Blue Man Group

I wonder what Spanish poets would say about this
bloodless, mid-August meridian,
Afternoon like a sucked-out, transparent insect shell,
Diffused and tough to the touch.
Something about a labial, probably,
something about the blue.


Charles Wright, Cicada Blue.

Blue, for all its allure, can also seem alien and unnerving. When blue appears on our bodies, it's generally a sign of trouble--a gruesome bruise, an abscess from a venereal disease, of being overly cold, of being poisoned by cyanide. Blue is absence, emptiness, exile. "To be in the blue is to be isolated and alone," wrote William Gass, in his On Being Blue. "To be sent to the blue room is to be sent to solitary...it's to be beaten by police."



In Kieslowski's Trois Couleurs: Bleu, blue is the color of "liberté"--the main character, Julie, sees her husband and child die, and decides to live completely alone, without work, without friends, completely anonymous. All she retains from her past life is her daughter's blue mobile.

Shades of blue despair are found in a host of songs, perhaps the most famous being Rodgers and Hart's "Blue Moon". The two had a melody they knew could work, but three different sets of lyrics had failed--the song was first known as "Prayer", then reincarnated as "Manhattan Melodrama", then as "The Bad in Every Man." Jack Robbins, MGM's head of publishing, pushed them to try again, with a "punchier" title. So Hart began again, starting with: "Blue moon/you left me standing alone..."

It soon became a standard, performed by Connee Boswell, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong, Django Reinehardt, Bill Monroe. In 1948, Billy Eckstine had a smooth-tempo hit with it, and one of Eckstine's fans was a kid about to enter Humes High School in Memphis, and who, in August 1954, was in the studio trying to find material for his second single. One night, Elvis Presley, Scotty Moore and Bill Black spent hours "doing take after take of 'Blue Moon' in an eerie, clippity-clop version that resembled a cross between Slim Whitman's 'Indian Love Call' and some of the falsetto flights of the R&B 'bird' groups (the Orioles, the Ravens, the Larks)", wrote Peter Guralnick in Last Train to Memphis.

The master take of "Blue Moon", which Sam Phillips perhaps thought too odd for release, and which was shelved until it wound up on Presley's first RCA LP in 1956, is one of Elvis' most sublime performances--bizarre, tremulous, moody. Find on Sun Sessions.



The blues can grip you, and bring you down. "Blue Monday" was originally recorded by Smiley Lewis, but Fats Domino's 1956 single is the definitive version, sung with authority and weary joy. I admire Fats' work ethic--stagger around hung over on Monday, fall asleep at your desk on Tuesday, get it together on Wednesday, work hard on Thursday, and on Friday you get paid and drunk, in that order. On Fats Domino Jukebox.

And "Misty Blue," a gorgeous song by Dorothy Moore from 1976, is one of the last great soul records. On Greatest Hits.



Blue is the color of winter--of wan sunlight reflected by ice or snow, of long, cold sapphire nights. (That said, blue is also a hot color--the searing center of a flame is blue).

Vashti Bunyan's "Winter is Blue" was recorded in 1966 but never released until decades later. Bunyan, a British folk singer (and descendent of John Bunyan) with affinities to Nick Drake or Sandy Denny, was discovered by Andrew Loog Oldham, the third-rate Phil Spector who had managed the Rolling Stones; she first performed "Winter is Blue" on Tonite Let's All Make Love in London, a bleary 1967 film that indicated the London musical scene was about to fall apart. On Gather in the Mushrooms.

You could call the harpist/singer Joanna Newsom one of Bunyan's disciples, though I'm convinced Newsom is already a stronger writer. "This Side of the Blue" is on 2004's excellent The Milk-Eyed Mender. She's playing the McCarren Park Pool on Aug. 24.



Dirty blue

The earthly counterpart of blue...is the transitory world of pretense, deceit and hypocricy...Blue Beguines were whores; Blue Bet was the name of a harlot; blue devotion was pretend piety...Dutch has a couple of nice terms of abuse--blauwaard ("blue person") and blauwe schutter ("blue marksman") are used dismissively to describe impotent lovers...

Herman Pleij.


Corot, Lady in Blue, 1874.

It's one of my favorite Saturday Night Live sketches--a TV talk show run by Frank Sinatra, as played by the late Phil Hartman, with guests Sinead O'Connor, Steve Lawrence, Edie Gorme, Luther Campbell (from the 2 Live Crew) and Billy Idol. Sinatra runs the show as you'd expect, cutting people off, threatening them, ridiculing them, asking crass questions. He begins, for some reason, to take a liking to Luther Campbell (played by Chris Rock). When it comes to Sinatra's question about "what's wrong with MTV, with the nudity and that crap?", Campbell says it's his bread and butter. "You're wrong, schoolboy--you don't need to work blue," Sinatra shouts back. "You'll never play the big rooms with that crap. Ask Redd Foxx! You don't need the blue stuff, kid--you've got talent!"



Blue, for all its heavenly connotations, is also color of bawdiness--dirty books, pornographic films, filthy talk. "Blue laws" often refer to regulating bars and other places of ill repute. Joyce's Ulysses, once considered an obscene book, was originally bound in blue. Gargantua's colors were white and blue. Colette often wrote her sensual novels on blue paper. "Down in the bars the girls are painted blue," Mick Jagger slurs in "Undercover of the Night." And there are the sad lines from the Specials' "Hey Little Rich Girl," about a fallen heiress:

At your dad's office party
All the movies were blue
Caused him so much heartache
Cause the screen star was you.




Blue eyes

...that night in August--was it August?--that night ...
I can just barely remember the eyes; they were, I think, blue ...
Ah yes, blue; a sapphire blue.

Cavafy, Far Off.

If red eyes are considered disturbing and dangerous, if green eyes are mystical, blue eyes are prized above all other shades. They are the eyes of the powerful: Greek goddesses like Athena are often described as having blue eyes, though poets like Homer had a much different conception of blue than we moderns--he may have been referring to blue-green, or grey. But blue as the color of the natural aristocrat, of the beloved, of the worshipped, persists throughout time--Petrarch's Laura is blue-eyed, as is Iolanthe. (So was Abraham Lincoln and Sinclair Lewis.)


Keats goes into a rhapsody on the beauty of blue eyes, in "Answer to a Sonnet by JH Reynolds":

Blue! 'tis the life of heaven--the domain
Of Cynthia--the wide palace of the sun,
The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,
The bosomer of clouds, gold, grey, and dun.

Blue! 'tis the life of waters--Ocean
And all its vassal streams: pools numberless
May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can
Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness.


Or the centuries-old rhyme sung by generations of British children, recounted in Iona and Peter Opie's The Lore and Language of Schoolchildren, which begins like so:

Blue eyes, beauty,
Do your mother's duty


Four blue-eyed testaments:

"Baby Blue Eyes" was recorded by Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs in 1949. On Complete Mercury Sessions.

The demo version of "Behind Blue Eyes" was taped by Pete Townshend in either 1970 or 1971, when he was composing songs for his doomed Lifehouse project. Townshend has taken pains to note it's not a personal song, as it was meant to be sung in the voice of a Lifehouse character--the Who version, on 1971's Who's Next, turns it from a sad song to a loud self-laceration. Yet I prefer this quieter take far more--maybe because I find that Roger Daltrey's growling vocal wears on the nerves. On Scoop.

O lovely eyes of azure,
Clear as the waters of a brook that run,
Limpid and laughing in the summer sun.


Longfellow, Masque of Pandora.



Willie Nelson's take on Fred Rose's "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain" is a highlight of the classic Red Headed Stranger, from 1975.

And Al Ferrier delivers an answer song of sorts. He's been seeing a woman who's recovering from a bad relationship, and as things seem to be settling, one day, driving along together, she hears Willie Nelson's "Blue Eyes" on the radio, and all the memories flood back. Ferrier was a country/rockabilly musician who worked on the margins for decades and deserves to be better remembered. Released as a single on Master Trak (a subsidiary of the Louisiana-based Goldband label) in 1980 c/w "I'm Not Drinking More," and as far as I know, never released on CD, or LP for that matter. One of John Peel's favorite tracks.



Fading into the blue

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Robert Frost, Fragmentary Blue.

A blue epilogue:


Diebenkorn, Ocean Park No. 79, 1975.

Modest Mouse's "Baby Blue Sedan" was a bonus track on the LP version of 1997's The Lonesome Crowded West (once upon a time, bands put bonus tracks on CDs; now some put them on vinyl releases; i'm sure a special edition 8-track will resurface at some point). You can find it on the odds-and-sods Building Nothing Out of Something.


Monet, Lavacourt Under Snow, c. 1879 ("a winterscape in cobalt blue").

R.E.M., during their 1987-88 tour, often performed "Midnight Blue" during their sets. Journalists would ask Michael Stipe about it, figuring it was some sort of kitsch joke, but Stipe was sincere: "It's a great song." Stipe was right. Gramm, a fine singer who never had the material he deserved, soars with this track, one of the better things to come out the late 1980s--it was a gem in an era of pop dross. On Ready or Not.



And at last, head to the exits to the sound of "A New Blue," from the Heath Brothers, who were Percy (the Modern Jazz Quartet's longtime bassist) , Jimmy on tenor sax and Albert ("Tootie"), the youngest, on drums. On the 1978 LP Passin' Thru, which, to my knowledge, has never been released on CD. (I realized, upon listening to the track just now, that there's a skip in the middle of the recording--sorry! Consider it ambience.)



Cover star: Juliette Binoche, in Kieslowski's Trois Couleurs: Bleu.

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