Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Hello! A much belated Introduction for News, Views and Music 196





Dear AAA readers,

What with one thing and another (as you’ll be hearing about) I haven’t had the chance to write to you ‘directly’ for a while.

Various things have got in the way – my computer is a lot happier now but still doesn’t have internet access. I do have a shiny new phone that can reach the internet (as you may have read in our ‘top five AAA apps’ feature) – but I can’t post my articles on it without going to the library and logging on there. Luckily I’m quite far ahead of myself at the moment (four issues in hand or thereabouts) so I don’t have to visit it that often. However its been difficult trying to write my usual ‘introductions’ for you each week because by the time I come round to posting them they’re always out of date!

My other problem is that – as you’ve probably noticed – its ridiculously hard to put paragraphs back into my text when I post them at the library. Don’t ask me why –its something to do with some timey wimey nexus point in time (or the fact that the library computers are nearly 15 years old and work in their own time streams) and I try to put them right as best I can but, flipping heck its time consuming (in many cases it takes longer than writing the articles themselves!)

You’ll be pleased to know I’m saving up for yet another new computer come August sometime (this will be the fourth in the history of writing this website!) so hopefully things will get back to normal then.

In the meantime, I shall be away for two weeks in mid July and due to chronic fatigue woes will probably not feel up to doing much for a week or so after. Thankfully a writing spurt means that I have enough articles to cover this gap, however I might be a bit slow replying to any of your messages or adding you to mailing lists or whatever, so my apologies in advance – I promise to be up to speed by the first week in August!

Sadly my chronic fatigue is having another nasty spell, with a back that now screams in agony every time I move and that wakes me up at least three times every night. At the moment writing these articles is my saving grace by giving me something else to think about. However, if it gets any worse I may have to slow my work rate down a little (how many times have I said that down the years, eh?!) It’s only fair to warn you all though!

Finally, we’ve hit a bit of a snag in our attempts to bring you an Alan’s Album Archives app. You can get the prototype model – for what it’s worth – for free from http://www.appsgeyser.com/getwidget/Alan's%20Album%20Archives,%20News,%20Views%20and%20Music%20Reviews/ However, at the moment it only gives you the main pages for our two websites (www.alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk and www.alansalbumarchives.moonfruit.com) and our attempts to add other juicy extras (our Youtube videos, my own music via Soundcloud and an exclusive page) have come to naught. I don’t quite understand why yet – they all work fine on our ‘preview’ page but won’t load on my phone or any of my friends kind/annoyed enough to try it. We’ll keep trying, but it looks as if this might be the end of the road for that idea, folks.

One other idea we’ve had to bring us better recognition for this website is an Alan’s Album Archives internet radio station. I’m currently enjoying lots of stations on my phone dedicated to one artist (dead net and Macca radio are well worth seeking out by the way!) and a broadcasting license costs only £200 a year, which may be worth it if it helps get more people visiting this site. Our plan is only tentative at the moment, but we’re thinking of having an hourly discussion of a particular album (basically me reading the text from the site) interspersed with the relevant tracks and repeated twice a day for a week, with the other 20 hours made u[p of random gems from the AAA groups. What do you think? Let us know if you’d listen – or if the thought of hearing my dulcet tones waffling at you would put you off radio listening for life!

Anyway, keep talking to us – I do read all your comments even if I don’t understand all of them (what was that joke about the hermit crab again – and what did it have to do with Paul McCartney?!) and you can always speak to me direct at Twitter (I’m alansarchives) or on our facebook group if you so wish.

In the meantime, happy 700th article to us a few issues back (we’ll celebrate properly once the internet is fully back), thankyou for reading us up till now, hello to our old friends around the world (especially in Sweden where the hits have gone sky high!), hello to our old friends (especially in Poland, which has zoomed into 8th place in the past month from a slow start!) and much love and respect to you all.
Till the next time I get a chance to talk, this is Alan’s Album Archives over and out!

Monday, 17 June 2013

Paul Simon "Surprise" (2005) (Album Review)





Paul Simon “Surprise” (2006)


How Can You Live In The NorthEast?/Everything About It Is A Love Song/ Outrageous/Sure Don’t Feel Like Love/Wartime Prayers/Beautiful/I Don’t Believe/Another Galaxy/Once Upon A Time There Was An Ocean/That’s Me/Father and Daughter


‘If life is infinite light then why do we sleep in the dark?’

Surprise! It’s another mixed latter-day Paul Simon that mixes the great and the ghastly, just like the one before it and the two to follow. Only this time the surprise is how we get there with an album that’s always daring and rule-breaking and sounds nothing like any previous release – by anyone, not just Paul. Having got the ‘simpler’ ‘You’re The One’ out of his system and acquiesced from writing any more film/musicals/whatever following his poor review s of ‘Capeman’, Paul looked at how he could turn hois slipping sales around and embrace a whole new sound the way he did on ‘Gracland’. As he did last time he put his all into making an album that would be a last desperate gamble, one that would make people re-asses his career and what he had to offer. Only this time instead of travelling to Africa and ending up embroiled in scandal Paul explored his own imagination, pushing it to its extreme with an even bolder bigger concept about the human condition in the context of the universe. As a backdrop to this he also replicated the then-modern music scene with his most contemporary since, erm, well, when was Paul Simon ever contemporary exactly?!? This is a whole new slant full of electronic noises and exotic noises and a production the size of an elephant. Against every tradition this website has ever had of an oldie trying to sound like a hip teen it works oddly well, with just enough of the ‘real’ Paul in there this time to keep fans happy. Mostly this is down to the unique creation process: while Paul stays firmly ‘producer’ once his parts are done he hands the keys over to someone else to create what might well be the single best credit I’ve ever seen on the back of a CD: ‘sonic landscaping’. The biggest surprise though is who Paul brings in to do this work for him: not some young teen star evferyone is going to forget in five minutes, not even a tried and tested producer such as Don Was or fatboy Slim, but Brian Eno. A man who was only seven years Paul’s junior and whose most famous work – with Roxy Music – sounds nothing whatsoever like this album either. Surprised? Most fans were confused, but while like ‘You’re The One’ this album goes to sleep and runs out of inspiration on its second half there are enough winners here to suggest that this formula was worth trying.

So why the change? Well, apart from falling sales it came from the new lease of life and energy Paul suddenly had when he had the surprise of his life and became a father for the second time in his late fifties. Son Adrian was born in 1996 and daughter Lulu (that’s her on the cover as a baby) was born in 1999. One of Paul’s first instincts on becoming a parent was, I suspect, not unlike many of us collector’s first instincts on debating having children: what if I don’t like their music?!? Rather than running scared Paul embraces it, as if recording the ambience of his daughter’s birth year in sound for posterity, the way people buy newspapers for relatives for the year of their birth – and then giving us his most clichéd traditional song in years about her birth at the end, as if to say ‘this bit is timeless’. Aside from that, it’s hard to stay in your own mindset with a toddler crawling round the house and it’s the energy of youth that Paul replicates here as much as anything else with an album that’s always heading off to do something interesting (at least at the start), excited to be playing with different musical palettes the way young children pick lots of crayola pens to do their drawings. Everything is new and an experiment and has to be experienced – it’s that feeling that comes across most from this record. Interesting, actually, that this is the elder Paul’s response to fatherhood – and his original reaction the first time round in 1973 was to write his son a lullaby to buy him some peace! ([171] ‘St Judy’s Comet’ if you hadn’t guessed).

Lyrically this album is on more usual lines, with tales of growing older and what comes next in life. However even this is tempered with what has obvoiously been a life-changing experience and Paul spends more time thinking about his children’s future than his own. There’s a song about facing up to the idea that his children will leave home one day. One about wondering how his children will feel compared to others who grew up in a different home with different demands. There’s another that harangues the government and society in general like it’s the 1960s again. Another looks back to when Paul was his children’s age and wonders who he was then compared to who he is now. In many ways this album takes on where ‘Rhymin’ Simon’ left off in 1973, with Paul a father still young enough to feel for his newborn child and the world he ‘s entering and afraid that he might get things wrong (this is before Paul divorces and turns ‘middle aged’ on ‘Still Crazy After All These Years’, inspiring a whole new strand in his way of thinking).The reason ‘Surprise’ works as well as it does is that Paul doesn’t do what most hip young things do and concentrate only on the noise and confusion of modern music – beneath every sound is a note or a word that has obviously been much mulled over, just as Paul always does. Paul is also clearly an older and wiser parent this time around. References to mortality abound, with Paul’s 60th birthday inspiring another batch of songs over and above the ones on ‘You’re The One’ – to be fair Paul’s always been old before his time and has been singing about death since at least the age of 20, but the songs here are about his death rather than those of his friends, his family or his ‘generation’. The thought of becoming a father again – whilst knowing at his age how precious life is – means he isn’t taking things for granted as much this time, inspiring an album that’s as deep and complex – and indeed as beautiful - as any in his canon. 

In many ways I’m glad I’ve waited till after the follow-up ‘So Beautiful Or So What?’ (*here*) to fully review this album because the two really belong together as a pair. ‘Beautiful’ is an album that finds Paul debating vision after vision of the afterlife and how it will relate to him (his best image is one of ‘waiting in line’ to be ‘signed on’ while his whole essence dissolves into one phrase – ‘Is it ‘woo bop a doo wop or oom papa doo?’) This album is more concerned with whether there actually is an afterlife than with the ins and outs of what it looks like and whether the differences we have which on Earth mean we end up in the same place together or in different ones. The opening track on this album, ‘How Can You Live In The North-East?’ is all about differences, of geography and religion and how these shape our identities (where ‘name and religion come just after date of birth’). ‘Outrageous’ is a powerful song about injustice which is probably the angriest song in Paul’s back catalogue since ‘He Was My Brother’ way back in 1965 which ends in an unexpected (‘surprise!’) way with Paul sounding more like George Harrison or Cat Stevens as he places his faith in God’s bigger plan. ‘Wartime Prayers’ extends this theme, inspired by the sight of 9/11 and the Iraq War, where it’s all the ‘ordinary people’ ‘muddling through’ who are the holiest – not the religious preachers of either side who shout the loudest. The general theme of this album is that like ‘Rhythm Of The Saints’ the world is a mess and there has to be someone bigger than us mere mortals to put it right –but this time the urgency is to do this for the family not himself, unsolvable in his lifetime ‘but in yours I feel sure’ to quote [303] ‘Cool Cool River’. As with that album though Paul is as yet unwilling to tie his flags to the mast of what happens next and why and what for. Once again while religion is here Paul is not an outright believer: he sees some things he can’t explain and others he can’t quite believe, sympathetic to those adamant in beliecing in Heaven and those adamant against it alike.

‘Surprise’ was one of the first albums I ever properly reviewed, back in 2006 when it was new and I was still filling up pages unpaid for the entertainment section on the Runcorn and Widnes Weekly News. Most of the religious references in that review were cut, too, despite being the overwhelming theme of the album, which shows what an uncontroversial place Runcorn was (and probably still is). I said at the time that this album wasn’t commercial or mainstream enough to be a huge seller but that the new fascinating sound and tips of the hat to some old ones were likely to make it a fan favourite. Having leafed through the reviews on ‘Amazon’ for this album, I seem to be half-right; this album did respectably at the time but never matched the clout of ‘Graceland’ or won that many newcomers over and in the years since release has been rather forgotten, except for a small core of fans who consider it among Paul’s best work. I’m tempted to agree with them for the cornerswtone of the album that works so well (the opening five songs plus ‘Another Galaxy’) – but at the same time the ‘Surprises’ on this album aren’t always good ones. There are more dodgy songs here than on the last batch of Simon albums and after what in the days of vinyl would have been a terrific first side the album slows down and becomes one of the dullest, with even the production techniques unable to liven things up. Sometimes too the production techniques do get in the way of songs that would be better told simpler and more straightforwardly and while this album just about sounds contemporary enough now to fool modern ears who’ve never heard it (music has really slowed its rate of change decade by decade since the 1950s) I worry about how well this album will sound in a few more. Already, in 2018, it feels as if there has been a shift to albums a bit more casual than this, less noisy, less deafening, less busy; in time I can easily imagine that listening to this album’s stinging throbbing synth notes and booming bass drums will sound as odd as hearing early 1980s pop tunes do now.  However this is in many ways missing the point: Paul was writing for people then, not now and did this deliberately to take a step into the unknown.  Even at its worst ‘Syurprise’ is still certainly Paul’s most daring, adventurous, groundbreaking work for a while and as so often on this website the album gets marks for trying to do something different, even if in many ways it tried a bit too hard.

On the surface this is a peaceful record, mostly because of that languid second half full of long aching ballads and only occasional shudders of noise. Actually, though, the more you listen to ‘Surprise’ the more you realise what a ‘surprisingly’ acerbic record it is by Paul’s standards. While always brave enough to speak his mind and put the right people down, Paul’s never made a career out of ‘speaking out’ against injustice like CSNY or Alan Hull and yet this album is along with Neil Young’s ‘Living With War’ and Green Day’s ‘American Idiot’ the only albums to properly address the unbalanced post-9/11 world head on. Maybe it’s the benefit of hindsight but there are flashes of anger and outrage at the 2008 economic recession even before it ghits, with this world one of haves and have-nots and the staggering difference between the way ‘we’ treat people and the way the rest of the universe treats us back. Paul has long identified as liberal in his politics but, the S and G TV special ‘Somngs Of America’ aisde, it’s hard to put your finger on any songs that actually come out and say this. Perhaps the most controversial moment till here is [127] ‘Silent Night’, a Christmas Carol being sung against extracts from the news and that juxtaposition of a better way of life is hinted, not said. This album changes all that though. Brian Eno’s exotic shimmery touches calm the bitter lyrics down a notch but this is still strong and heady stuff: ‘It’s outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor’ ‘I registered to vote today – I felt like a fool’ ‘People hungry for the voice of God hear lunatics and liars’, this is not an album that minces words. Not every line is a classic – indeed some songs here are surprisingly poor – but there are more great couplets per verse here than even Paul’s highest average: ‘You cannot walk with the Holy if you’re just a halfway decent man’ ‘Acts of kindness, like breadcrumbs in a fairytale forest, lead us past dangers as light melts the darkness’ ‘If the answer is infinite light then why do we sleep in the dark?’ In many ways ‘Surprise’ is the most poetic, literary album so far from a singer-songwriter whose always provided us with deeper, more complex thoughts than most in songs; an album that’s born for debating, musing over and ruminating upon as much as it is enjoyable to listen to.

That said, like all of Paul’s albums since ‘Rhythm Of Saints’ it seems that Simon has been writing his albums ‘backwards’. By and large how Paul writes nowadays is by writing a melody and a full backing track and only then piecing the lyrics together phrase by phrase, bit by bit. When this technique works the effect is remarkable, as a sea of unconnected images and metaphors weave together like the dots in a pointillist painting to create a bigger picture. However, on this album – the fourth time round of using this trick counting ‘Capeman’, which tries to follow a storyline but is still largely written this same way – you are beginning to long for Paul to go back to the ‘old’ way of writing, whereby a theme and idea inspires both music and lyric. While individual lyrics here are gorgeous, as we’ve seen, they’re often linked by less inspired verses or roll off at tangents that don’t quite fit. Whilst ‘Northeast’ ‘Outrageous’ and ‘Wartime Prayers’ are every bit as good as Paul’s best writing, there are songs here such as ‘That’s Me’ ‘I Don’t Believe’ ‘Everything About It Is A Love Song’ and ‘Beautiful’ that are too complex for their own good, telling several stories at once in several different time zones and with a whole cast of characters that cut between one another before their stories are fully told. It’s like writing a poetic, beautiful script for a literary adaption for the telly – and then giving it to a sugary-drinks filled Tigger to film; the tone and speed just seem wrong. After all, what really does a melting snowman, a new born baby ‘bought from China’, a memory of a go-kart ‘sitting in the shade’ or a poverty-stricken family of four have to do with each other? The theme is that they’re all ‘beautiful’ in the eyes of the people who see them, which is kind of vague enough to work, but really – a melting snowman and a crying baby rescued from his war-torn homeworld both ‘beautiful’? Then again, the one song that tries the old and trusted path (‘Father and Daughter’) seems weak and sickly sentimental by comparison, so perhaps Paul’s done this for a reason (his next LP ‘So Beautiful Or So What?’ is largely back to writing normal songs and while there are less troughs there are less peaks too). Well, what do I know anyway? I’m just an ordinary critic in the key of C, as the album would put it.

It’s a shame, though, that so many of these ‘lesser’ songs are packed away at the end where they risk diluting the album. At its best ‘Surprise’ is an album that’s full of new ideas and surprises and this is an album that takes its fair share of risks and, for the most part, they come off quite well. I’ve never heard a song like ‘Sure Don’t Feel Like Love’ before – and I probably never will again – a hiphop style dance style song that nevertheless sounds perfectly fitting for Paul’s elderly sigh of angst over past slights and hurt. The words have him betrayed when ‘one of my best friends turned enemy’ and ‘feeling like a fool’ when registering to vote because he knows no one is going to give him the direction he wants to see. A chorus of ‘Yay! Boo!’ repeated over and over should make this the worst song Paul’s ever done, but the chorus is catchy and the words alluring and hypnotic enough, with just the right amount of cynicism for the song to be one of the album highlights. A similar thing happens with the album’s other ‘best’ song ‘How Can You Live In The NorthEast?’ which floats majestically for the most part before an angry swirl of very modern synthesisers come out of nowhere as Paul recounts not the future or the present but the past, retelling the stories of [132] ‘America’ and [168] ‘American Tune’ a third time on 4th July while sounding like he’s singing down a megaphone. It’s not a sound we expect (surprise!) at all and yet its not grafted onto the song to make it sound interesting, it fully befits the rage and nostalgia Paul feels in the song. ‘Outrageous’ is a song that maybe takes things too far, with its religious coda and its self-deprecating lines about trying to get fit and ‘trying to paint my hair the colour of mud’ – but at its heart this is a conversational style ‘street’ song every bit as 2006 as anything any rap star ever did, though thankfully without the actual rappping. For these three songs alone Paul deserves kudos for pushing boundaries when everyone else his age are putting their feet up. However three great songs do not an album make, even with the simple joys of ‘Wartime Prayers’ and ‘Another galaxy’ to back them up. By and large it’s the moments when Paul plays it safe on this album that it doesn’t really work but the strides into the unexpected are almost all superb.

One other reason for this album’s success is that Paul has a really great cast of musicians around him for this album. A two year reunion with Art Garfunkel, singing all the old hits to a rather anodyne backing if the live album souvenir is anything to go by, seems to have encouraged Paul to go all-out for this album with a youthful energy missing from his past few records. And yet when you actually read the credits this album is largely made by a collection of ‘old friends’: drummer Steve Gadd who hadn’t been around for a few albums, Vincent Nguini from the ‘Rhytm Of The Saints’ days as brilliant as ever and even the Jessie Dixon Singers – last heard of singing [172] ‘Loves Me Like A Rock’ - along with occasional big-name guests like Herbie Hancock. The biggest ‘surprise’, though, is how much of this ‘new’ sound stems from Paul himself: he may surround himself with young guitar players on tour but almost all the very contemporary sounding guitar parts on this album come from Paul himself, tackling not just the acoustic but electric, nylon-string and what sounds like a flamenco guitar at one point. Uniquely, at least since 1972, it also looks as if Paul himself played at least one guitar part on each track on thixs album, which is ‘surprising’ both because of his hand complaint (painful calcium deposits that left him unable to play on his albums at all in 1975 and only slowly in parts thereafter) and because they sound so fresh, so jagged, so aware, so now (or 2006 anyways). Paul is back to leaving things to his band by the time of ‘So Beautiful Or So What?’, which is a shame because Paul has always been an under-rated guitarist (just check out his Mark Knopfler-meets-Nirvana playing on ‘Another Galaxy’!)

The other album themes are often a surprise too: The Earth is being ravaged, old rivalries and hurts (both the narrator’s own and the planet’s) are still raging on stronger than ever and there’s a battle going on between the light and darkness where either side could win (a debate that continues on ‘So Beautiful Or So What?’, although the sheer amount of love songs, unusual for Paul, suggest the light is winning). Paul finds it outrageous and his first instinct is to protect his newborn, but at the same time he can already see a bright future in her eyes ‘in another galaxy’away from his protection when she is the equal of this fierce new world and can fight it on her own terms without his help. For all it’s ‘new’ sound, though, are still a few nods to the past, perhaps because of that long-delayed tour with Art Garfunkel (which apparently healed a lot of rifts, but that said see our review of the song ‘Sure Don’t Feel Like Love’) and the re-issue of all Paul’s solo albums on CD with bonus tracks, as comprehensive and career-full collection as any record company has made to date. ‘Father and Daughter’ is a long-delayed follow-up to [171] ‘St Judy’s Comet’, the lovely ballad from ‘Rhymin’ Simon’ in 1973 for Harper Simon (who starred alongside his dad in the ‘One Trick Pony’ film and is now an impressive singer-songwriter in his own right). ‘That’s Me’ is a jokey attempt at autobiography, limiting Paul’s life to a few short verses which actually tell us less about Paul than the other songs on the album, accompanied by an embarrassingly young photograph in the CD booklet. ‘Everything About It Is A Love Song’ is a looser but more successful attempt at the same idea, recalling that ‘if I ever get back to the 20th century again’ (i.e. back to the past) then ‘I have some debts to pay via an ‘open book of vanishing memory, with its catalogue of regrets’, one of Paul’s best lines of the album. Meanwhile ‘I Don’t Believe’ recalls the songs about ecology and damaging the planet from ‘Rhythm Of The Saints’ and, as we’ve seen, ‘Outrageous’ is the most passionate, full blooded protest song since [44] ‘He was My Brother’, written and recorded before even ‘The Sound Of Silence’ was a hit.

Overall, then, ‘Surprise’ is one of Paul Simon’s very best ‘recent’ albums (it’s always hard to work out when an artist’s ‘recent’ work begins, so for our purposes we’ll just say it’s his best album since ‘Rhythm Of The Saints’). Taking such huge big gambles ought to see the album fall more times than usual and indeed this album is still pretty hit-and-miss, but  at least the hits are particularly strong and only one of the misses is that bad. At it’s best this is a moving, magical album about the responsibilities of looking after a newborn child in an often scary world, seen through older eyes that are already worrying about his own ‘next stage’ and how much time is left. Growing old is always something most rock and roll stars try to avoid in their songs, but Paul has always been one of those people who seem to be ‘old’ before their time and it makes perfect sense that mortality is his biggest theme in songwriting right now, a conversation finally pulling forward into the spotlight after various brief debates on the theme ever since [105] ‘The Leaves That Are Green’ in 1966. Thematically this album is exactly what I’d expect from Paul Simon in his 64th year. It’s the music and the styles that surprise, an updating of a sound that’s always been updated every few years but perhaps never quite as radically or as suddenly as this. Would that most artists still had this much to say heading towards ‘retirement’ age. Yes this isn’t a ‘perfect’ album – anything that contains the mawkishly awful ‘Father and Daughter’ isn’t going to get 10/10 from me – but it has a lot more going than anyone had a right to expect after a ‘difficult’ series of albums and a flop musical and this album’s general sense of purpose, confidence and occasional nuggets of brilliance after the more muted yet under-rated sound of ‘You’re The One’ is perhaps the biggest and most welcome ’surprise’ of all. ‘Suprise’ might not have been Paul’s most successful record, it might not have any hit singles and it might not have shaped the world like ‘Graceland’, but in it’s own quiet, humble way ‘Surprise’ is a mature masterpiece that debates the issues of growing older and approaching death without letting any past expectations or styles limit it in anyway. Like Johnny Cash’s ‘American’ albums recorded in his seventies and released around this aame time, it’s a dignified and daring approach from an artist whose already done so much good he could be forgiven for taking the easy way out but who has thrived on never having an easy life and isn’t about to stop now he’s reached old age.

The Songs:

[352] ‘How Can You Live In The North East?’ is probably my favourite song from the record, a series of rhetorical questions about how much environment shapes the person we all become. It’s a very simple but very clever idea that questions prejudice and whether we really can judge over people by such things as their home town and religion when these things are, by and large, beyond our control. To those who live in another different part of the country the influences and thoughts of another location – however close – will always be a mystery because you can only ever have one ‘identity’ or place of belonging a lifetime however many times you move house. Those in the South will never truly ‘know’ what it is to be a Northerner and ditto the other way around and everywhere in between. Similarly when Paul moves on to ‘How can you be a Christian? How can you be a Jew? A Muslim, a Buddhist, a Hindu?’ he’s attacking the idea that movements are made up of people who all flock to the same ideas for the same reasons – just from AAA bands alone we cover quite a range of religions from Christians, Jews and Muslims and a few exceptions aside (such as Cat Stevens aka Yusuf’s songs deliberately written for his Muslim-founded school or George Harrison’s work with the Radna Krishna movement’) not much of it is overtly religious. In Paul’s clever lyrics ‘names and religion come just after date of birth’, a label a baby is probably oblivious to and has nothing to do with the act of being born but one that will follow them around for the rest of their lives (we stall talk about the Beatles’ Mersey beginnings, for instance, even though they’ve at most only visited Liverpool in the past fifty years or talk about Cat Stevens’ life as a Christian long before he found a new life for himself as a Muslim because it was still an important part of who they were brought up to be, however quickly they felt trapped by it and escaped it. This is a song asbout baggage and all of us have it – if only the fact that we don’t have the baggage those around us do). Following this fort his newborn child comes an ‘inner voice’, the human capacity to become an individual that can think and ask questions, each of us learning the same riddles and mysteries of life in turn and still none of us, all these generations on, with any more concrete answers. Hinting at the religious conviction to come, Paul asks ‘if the answer is infinite light, then why do we sleep in the dark?’ – which is either an attack on the unconverted (which would seem odd given Paul’s own ambiguous religious feelings in his songs) or the fact that if there is a creator they never tell their creations what their purpose is (we’ve been here before with [299] ‘Proof’ from ‘Rhythm Of The Saints’ where ‘faith is an island in a setting sun but proof is the bottom line for everyone’). Wrapped up into these philosophical lyrics are a present-day setting on American Independence Day (also my birthday to anyone who fancies emailing me a virtual cake!) where ‘fireworks turn fireflies’, the image neatly turning all our eyes up towards the skies to wonder what’s ‘out there’ in the ‘heavens’, even on a ‘happy-go-lucky 4th Of July’. The icing on the cake, though, is the fabulous ending around the three minute mark which wakens the rather somnambulant song with a screaming cacophony of drums, strummed guitars and electronic whizzing things as Paul recounts how lucky he’s been to be born an American ‘only three generations off the boat’ but that he still feels like a traveller who doesn’t really belong to this country yet, still ‘wearing my father’s old coat’ and aware of his foreign heritage. There but for the grace of God (if there is a God...) this song seems to be saying. A memorable song with a clever, quirky riff and the most suitable of all the electronic ‘landscapings’ from Brian Eno, alternately commercially ear-0catching and dark and wild, this is a song that really grows on you and sounds remarkably contemporary despite featuring all the usual thoughtful, poetic Paul Simon ideas (frankly, if all contemporary music was like this even I would listen to it once in a while...)

[353] ‘Everything About It Is A Love Song’ is a bit of a curio, an unsettled, confused song made up of lots of parts stapled together (which is unusual for Paul’s writing and more like something John Lennon or David Crosby would do). It starts as a slow, relaxed crawl of a song with Paul the songwriter taking a walk to unlock his imagination. Along the way he thinks about the highs and lows of his life and decides to ‘sit down, shut up, think about God and wait for the hour of my rescue’. It’s as if Paul is telling us how he wrote the ‘other’ songs on this album and invoking the muse a third time following [256] ‘Song About The Moon’ and [327] ‘That’s Where I Belong’. A sudden bursts of electronic pulses and some icky modern drumming (which doesn’t sound like proper drumming but like someone tapping two artificial sticks together) ushers in a whole new section about how to be human is to err and make mistakes and how each additional mistake causes bigger problems and drives people apart. The title of the album, ‘Surprise’, comes from the image of the narrator at a birthday party, all mistakes forgotten, blowing out the candles on a cake while his friends call out ‘surprise surprise surprise’ (the irony being everyone has memories like these everywhere, so it’s not actually a ‘surprise’ at all – after all it happens each year, aging shouldn’t be a surprise and yet catches us all out). After this Paul goes back to his relaxed style, ruminating on reincarnation and whether he’ll come back ‘as a tree or a cow’ (as for me I’m going to be a squirrel – in fact I’m pretty sure I was last time around...) while giving us an ambiguous message about ‘which’ place he’s going to when he dies (‘Far above the golden clouds, the darkness vibrates’). All this thinking comes to no practical solution though (which isn’t actually much of a surprise as it happens) and adds up to the simple phrase ‘The Earth is blue’, but whether that’s physically, emotionally, purposefully, accidentally or all of the above we never find out. Nor do we find out why ‘everything about it is a love song’ – karma or the idea of paying off old debts doesn’t sound like the sort of thing that takes place in a love song which is what this song is really about, nor does coming back to life as a cow (however moooving that would be). A real puzzle of a song – it sounds so simple and graceful, with its single sloping relaxed melody, but underneath the surface we get answers the colour of mud – mud OK! 

Talking of mud, [354] ‘Outrageous’ was the album’s single and finds Paul seemingly starting a typical protest song, rallying at the rich for the uneven economic divide, the poor diet and sarcastic put-downs on show in public schools and the sheer injustice experienced by everyone everywhere. He’s clearly worried about the future his kids will experience and rightly so: evil and cruel as the 21st century often is for adults children are bnearing the brunt like never before with a whole ‘lost’ generation itching to take over (the theme of much of ‘Stranger 2 Stranger’ dating to when paul’s kids hit their teens). Of course, before this all gets a bit too Michael Jackson and ‘Earth Song’ and Paul pretends he has all the answers, he wipes the rug out from underneath us all (‘It’s outrageous a man like me stand up here and complain!’) This good will continues as Paul tells us the pointless things he’s been trying to do to stay young, painting his hair the colour of ‘mud’ and doing ‘900 sit-ups a day’ (which is, I hope, a comical exaggeration – either that or Paul should sue his personal trainer). To be honest, good humoured as this section is (‘Its outrageous, I can’t stop thinking about the things I’m thinking of, anyone care what I say? NO!’) its a shame that Paul didn’t write a full protest song anyway: we haven’t heard him this angry for a long time and his outrage at people ‘lining pockets from the misery of the poor’ is about to become a lot more topical in the post-credit crunch times than Paul would ever have known at the time (ATOS and the Coalition, I’m looking at you!) The spiky guitar work, largely on one note, is a revelation too – surely, this is Dave Davies or Pete Townshend playing this part not Paul Simon? Fantastic! That said, the song  ‘Outrageous’ turns into is still pretty likeable, with its chorus ‘whose gonna love you when your looks are gone?’ talking about the ‘real’ message of life and that we should surround ourselves with the people who wouldn’t care what colour our hair was and love us just the same. There’s an ibntriguing throwaway line that its a new-found marriage that  allows him the ‘blessing to rest my head in the shelter of your love’ (‘Shelter of your arms’ is a phrase that nearly made it into so many Paul Simon songs – starting with [254] ‘When Numbers Get Serious’ in 1983 – you almost cheer that its nearly found its way into a song at last). It’s the ending, though, that takes you by, well, surprise, even if you were paying attention through the last two songs. There’s no doubt here about ‘whose gonna love you when your looks are gone?’ – Paul answers confidently ‘God will, like he waters the flowers on your windowsill’ (but presumably only if you leave your windows open). Paul humbles himself further, ‘an ordinary player in the key of C’ (hang on, as a fan I know that line isn’t right – not least because I’m pretty sure this part of the song is in E) whose ‘will was broken by my pride and my vanity’. We haven’t heard Paul this humbled since the rather troubled romantic songs on ‘Still Crazy After All These Years’ and even they had more ego  per song than this whole album does. Now, I’m not Paul Simon and I don’t have a hope of knowing what’s going on in his head but – surely – some religious experience has happened here since the ‘You’re The One’ album of 2001? As private as any of the AAA crew, Paul doesn’t often give interviews and when he does he wouldn’t talk about a subject like this but surely, surely something happened in the early millennium to create such a huge sea change of thinking? Either way this is a surprising song in thatwe’ve never had Paul this angry or this religious before and the odds against them happening on the same track must be huge, not to mention that the first song in his canon to believe in a God is also his most punkish. The result is another triumph all the same, as serious or as silly as you want and a real breath of fresh air.

However after such certainty [355] ‘Sure Don’t Feel Like Love’ is, despite being Paul’s second most punkish track, all about being confused and never quite knowing if that dig someone’s just made at you and destroyed your confidence was intentional or not. Another astonishingly modern-sounding song, with a pulsating keyboard riff that sounds like morse code and some more surprisingly grungy guitar (apparently by Paul again although it doesn’t sound like the Paul Simon of the past) offering up an entirely new sound that’s the funkiest Paul Simon recording on record since [195] ‘50 Ways To Leave Your Lover’ (with Steve Gadd coming up with a similarly inventive and OTT drum part). Paul even murmurs into the microphone before properly beginning the first line, sounding like a hiphop or a rap star before launching into a diatribe about going to register to vote and all the time ‘feeling like a fool’. Paul doesn’t elaborate and in actual fact he’s too early for the UK’s 2010 election (when after getting a coalition that no one voted for everybody felt like fools whatever their vote) but as an American presumably he means the 2004 election (when Bush Junior got in for the second time on the back of 9/11 almost as controversially – and illegally – as the first time). Paul then goes all Jefferson Starship on us by trying to think about teardrops in a purely scientific way (their line in 1974: ‘A tear in the hand of a Western man will tell you about salt and water and carbon’; Paul’s line ‘a teardrop consists of electrolytes and salt’) and how chemistry is ‘not concerned with blame or fault’ (so why, then, does he feel so guilty for making someone cry and causing this automatic response they can’t control?) The large voice of conscience to Paul ‘feels like a threat’ and not like love at all, however well intended and that even a ‘corn muffin feels more like love’. You’d accept all this as a lover’s tiff – as indeed it might still be – but something about the timing of this song and the line about ‘how in 1993 one of my best friends turned enemy’ suggests otherwise and indeed a bit of research throws up that it is indeed about someone we all know and love in this book. No surprise, really, that it’s Art Garfunkel. After a New York meetup that year a critic said that Arty was ‘one of many Paul Simon backing singers’, rather unfairly. Instead of turning on the reviewer though a wounded Garfunkel accused Simon of pushing for that to be added to the review. Added to the tirade heard in ‘The Paul Simon Songbook’ interviews broadcast on BBc radio that year 9where Arty clearly has a few axes to grind) and you can see why this year was a bitter one for the duo. What’s more, uhh, ‘surprising’ is the timing of it here. Paul can its true hold on to grudges as we’ve seen a few times across this book; Arty too, which is why there are not more joint works to buy. But by all accounts their friendship was never better, certainly in 2004 when their tour ended with the pair still friends and with vague plans to do another one day when they’d finished going back to their ‘day jobs’. It’s notable that it is the years after this album that frictions start up again, with Arty less than kind when talking about Paul in intervfiews – a fued that, regrettably, has lasted to the present day.  Interestingly Paul goes on to say ‘I remember once in a load-out in Birmingham’ (UK Midlands or Alabama?) and then interrupts himself – I’d love to know the end of this tale and whether its the same incident or a different one. A fascinating song, on which Paul sounds quite different to anything he’s ever done before, even the ‘Yay! Boo!’ chorus which looks deeply stupid on paper seems to work on record. After all, this song needs to be different – it’s about the side of ourselves that we always do keep hidden, festering over implied and deliberate slights and never letting up, a sound that this angular, bitter, gritty, relentless song captures superbly. Easily the best hiphop song of the decade (not that there’s much competition, mind...) this is another unexpected album treat.

[356] ‘Wartime Prayers’ is a moment for quiet reflection. Or at least it should be, as Paul sings ‘all that is changed’ now that religion is central to every debate again in the post 9/11 world and now that an ‘enemy’ (to America at least) is discussed in terms of religious doctrine instead of political influence. However while this song starts off quietly soon it becomes the loudest and most passionate on the album, building with each passing verse into a powerpop gospel tune that sounds like it was written to be chanted on the streets. Paul doesn’t come down on either side but seems to suggest that any religious leader trying to teach people to wage war against others are ‘lunatics and liars’ (most American fans assume it was Osama Bin laden Paul;’s singing about here; actually it could just as well be about the blow-em-up speeches made by American Christians in the wake of 9/11). Like ‘Outrageous’, Paul is feeling too human to sit here and pretend to know better  so instead we get another second verse where ‘I don’t pretend that I’m a genius with a mastermind marketing plan’ and he has to ‘rid my heart of envy and cleanse my soul of rage’ before he can speak clearly and be of any help to anyone else. That said, Paul can still be sympathetic and he empathises with those in a suddenly changed world going through ‘difficult times’ where the only thing that helps is inner ‘prayer’, even though it was outer prayers that caused such rifts in the first place. This is a clever, complex song that, fittingly for a depiction of such a topsy-turvy, un-navigable world, has a melody that can’t sit still and sounds deeply unsure about how to progress, walking into dead-ends and going back on itself several times. The only part of the song that stands up straight, as it were, is the chorus about ‘how you cannot walk with the holy if you’re just a halfway decent man’ – in other words the only thing Paul’s narrator is sure about is how unsure he is and how sure that no one has a right to tell each others how to live. The song then ends on the very ambiguous message of a mother calming her crying baby to sleep with a ‘wartime prayer’ – we don’t know which ‘side’ she’s on or what religion the prayer is for, the message here being is it right to think such vengeful, hateful thoughts, even if they soothe us all? And are prayers to deities pointless in manmade wars? Paul doesn’t know the answers and the song simply drifts away with the image still hanging in the air, but its one hell of a question and it’s very poignantly asked, the infant surely Paul’s own. In retrospect I’m surprised that it’s this song from the album that most fans agree is the album highlight – to me it seems less immediate than the others, less finished and complete and more ambiguous. That said, I still admire it greatly – no one else but Paul (or maybe CSN) would be able to come up with a song that manages to be this healing and yet this anti-religious all at the same time.

[357] ‘Beautiful’ is light relief by comparison, although only by comparison – this unusual, quirky track still takes in the ideas of troubled refugees, melting snowmen and past memories that can never come about again. Let’s start with the last image first – even if I didn’t know that Paul had recently become a father again I’d probably guess it from the song’s longest verse, the third, which is absolutely the sound of a man remembering his own childhood by seeing life through the eyes of his newborn and how they experience things. The verse ends ominously with how the family ‘better keep an eye on the children in the pool’ but there’s no awful twist here, no hideous drowning that disrupts family life forever – instead it seems that this line is Paul remembering the comfort of having someone else be responsible for him so he didn’t have to worry the way he does as an adult, his needs no longer taken care of. The opening verse is peculiar too – a ‘snowman’ who ‘doesn’t have time to waste’ because after a bit of sunshine ‘his head’s erased’, reeled off like some jokey Aesop parable (was the snowman really having ‘fun’ in the sunshine though? Surely he was having more fun when it was snowing?) Starting like a ditty he’s made up to please his children, Paul suddenly turns serious, seemingly making up a story about adopting a refugee from BanglaDesh named Emily and later two more un-named babies from China and Kosovo. It’s as if as a new parent (after a 35 year gap) Paul is desperate to protect all the world’s children from all sorts of tragedies and perhaps show how nationality really doesn’t matter (see the lyrics to ‘NorthEast’ once again). I’m confused though – I’m willing to accept that all babies everywhere are ‘beautiful’ to those who love them, but the poor baby at the end who ‘cried all night, could not sleep, his eyes black dark and deep’ adds an ominous air to the song. He’s uncared for asnd abandeoned yet he, too, is ‘beautiful’. Are all children potentially beautiful, then, despite their rotten upbringings and not just their geography? Is he more beautiful for having seen so much hatred so early in his little life? Or am I reading too much into songs again?! The result is a song more sketched in than drawn widescreen like some of the others and the various pieces don’t quite hang together the way you feel they should.

[358] ‘I Don’t Believe’ is cross-faded in from the last track and is another uncomfortable, angular song that sounds like several stapled together without the typical ‘flow’ of Paul’s work. This is the song about kindness ‘acting like breadcrumbs in a fairytale forest’, which is as poetic and lovely as any opening to any song, and yet doesn’t fit with the rest of the storm about an Earth in chaos and approaching it’s dying days, a futile gesture in a big evil world (are we meant to follow this advice anyway though? Alas who knows as written here). ‘The universe loves drama’ sings Paul, recounting the violent manner in which life was made before diverting into the old 10cc joke about getting a call from his ‘broker’ who informs him he’s ‘broke’ and a guardian angel ‘teasing’ him by showing him how wonderful life can be despite the turbulence of the present where the narrator is alone and lonely. The central message to this song is not about belief in turning things around in life (the title comes from a throwaway line about the narrator not believing that love can disappear so quickly), but in death. In his clearest cut description of the afterlife to date (although more’s coming in the next album’s song [364] ‘The Afterlife’) the narrator wonders if love is ‘part of the mist’ that fills up his heart to keep him interested in staying on earth until it’s time to go but is a trick so it suddenly vanishes; whether life is a ‘whim’ of some creator who doesn’t really care about the people he creates (like me on the Sims game when I re-incarnate the Spice Girls by locking them in a room with no doors) and that when life gets too tough death sounds promising and ‘maybe that’s the exit I’m looking for’. This reads like a deep dark song, then, but the feeling is that Paul is playing with us, throwing in deep thoughts that keep him awake at night but which he isn’t going to act on anytime soon as life just has too big a hold on him. There’s a twist, though: the last verse is back to religious debate again, with ‘pantomime prayers to the hands of a clock’ which suggests that although faith in an afterlife can give hope to those who need it, belief in it can also result in acts like 9/11 where terrorists (aka freedom fighters depending whose country they’re bombing) can end up doing anything they want in the present world, confident there’ll be a paradise waiting for them in the next. Paul ends the song with a plea, which is rare for him, to see past brainwashing cults: ‘I don’t believe we were born to be sheep in a flock’, a moment which is quite affecting. That said, there’s no one strong melody on this song which does tend to drift from one idea to another without really coming to life, which also sees a switch between key signatures and Paul’s ‘evil’ and ‘angelic’ voices that is often abrupt and difficult to listen to. Like many songs on this album this is a brave stab at doing something different and controversial, but unlike most of the others there isn’t a strong enough ‘song’ here in its own right for the effect to quite come off the way it was intended.

[359] ‘Another Galaxy’ seems to exist outside the album timeline, dealing with a set of fictional characters (perhaps...) and a tragedy that’s unique to the family rather than the world at large. A  modern ‘She’s Leaving Home’, this departure takes place just before a young girl’s Wedding Day and like that song finds time to be sympathetic to both sides. She regrets it almost instantly, suffering terrible dreams filled with guilty metaphors of clouds and hurricanes, but for all that she knows – and we know – that her mind is made up and there is no going back. As a new parent all over again Paul sympathises with both sides in turn: the parents who lose that familiar sense of closeness and the young girl who knows she has to experience life on her home – maybe the girl is even the newborn child seen on the album cover. The song’s stately chorus tells us ‘there is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime’ – a very clever line that says so much, asd the young girl spies another ‘galaxy’ she would never experience if she stayed at home, good or bad or both, her life currently set on pause. In fact, the song even starts by sounding like someone’s pressed the ‘pause’ button (actually Brian Eno with an electronic effect), perhaps also symbolising the way the world ‘stops’ for a family when their daughter walks out on them as Paul sighs that ‘she’s gone, gone, gone’. A real tearkerker simply told, this is a song where the fight between Paukl’s usual sound andf the modern production works the best: Paul’s parent ends with a twirl of Nguini guitar that seems to come to a close, but it’s a false ending before a further minute’s worth of modern trance music throbbing and pulsing away, a whole new world out there to explore that belongs to this generation in a way Paul’s music never could. All these songs are accompanied in the lyric booklet by little pictures, the majority of which have only very loose connections to the songs, but this one is a classic: a framed photograph of a family together, which clearly was once a treasured possession but that is now lying in the dust as a footprint walks off, the family unity split forever. One of the album’s strongest tracks, I’m fairly sure this is Paul’s song of guilt both about walking out on his first marriage (a trauma he was still re-living in the ‘One-Trick Pony’ film, even getting his own son in to play his fictional and similarly abandoned son) as he walks into a third one and his thoughts that, just as he had to get used to his first born growing up, so he will with his second thirty-five years later. Like all the best parents Paul openly sobs at the prospect but doesn’t try to get the daughter in this song to change her mind, supporting her decision to walk into a new life of adventure even though it breaks his heart to see her go. Paul’s multi-tracked vocals across this song are excellent, by far his best on the album, a strident lead vocal and a quieter, humbler harmony vocal both on the edge of tears and sounding like Cat Stevens’ ‘Father and Son’ but with both verses sung at the same time. Another fascinating track, the equal of almost anything in Paul’s amazing back catalogue.

Which is just as well because the three songs that end the album are among his worst. [360]  ‘Once Upon A Time There Was An Ocean’ is the best of the three, though, a kind of summation of the album’s themes that varies from the sheer scale and majesty of the universe compared to the smallness of man (‘something unstoppable set into motion’) and the mundaneness of life compared to the extraordinary sights of nature. The two become matched somewhere here, the narrator figuring that ‘once upon a time I was an ocean’ and that he mattered more than he does now as a mere human, his life remarkable only for the bad things that happen in it (signified by a letter from home, the handwriting ‘fragile and strange’). It sounds more like a Ray Davies song than a Paul Simon one, but the backing is pure ‘Surprise’ style – lots of booming jarring electronics and an uncomfortable switch between two melody lines that really don’t go together. For the most part Brian Eno’s landscaping works on this album by making everything sound bigger and more mysterious than usual, but here it just makes what’s actually quite a sweet song sound like everything else around in the charts in 2006. There are some good lines here, such as old hymn books causing memories to ‘come fluttering down, like leaves of emotion’ and the central idea that after going through a family crisis and coming out the other side ‘nothing is different, but everything is changed’. Unfortunately, though, the link is never truly made between the poor hapless narrator and the verses about the creation of the Earth and there’s no real resolution to the song to tie the two together. The production also sounds unusually rushed, one of Paul’s twin vocals coming in a beat too early in the first verse and the mistake not being mixed out (compared to the rest of his excellent singing across the album he sounds at odds here, as if he doesn’t know the song that well or wrote it for someone else to sing in a different key). The result is a song that tries to be the most epic song on perhaps Paul’s most epic album but falls flat as the basics aren’t in place. ` 

[361] ‘That’s Me’ is a song that seems from the title down to promise a sudden outpouring of confessional autobioigraphy but plays with and teases the listener so often the end result isn’t always worth sitting through. At first the song is quite witty – Paul says he’s giving us his ‘life story’, but its a limited one based on what he wants to give us, reduced to flashes in time that simply sound like the events in nearly everyone’s lives rather than Paul’s directly (’11 months old, dangling from my daddy’s knee’ and ‘there I go, it’s my graduation, I’m picking up a bogus degree!’ – it might be worth pointing out that despite the image of Simon and Garfunkel as ‘nice young college boys’ Paul never finished any higher education course – though he was an English major for two whole semesters - and was too busy making flop records with Tico and the Triumphs at the age most of his peers were getting degrees, though he’s had a few ‘honorary’ ones since). There’s an even weirder third verse that switches from a revealing ‘first love’ to ‘a black bear running through the forest’ and the two somehow getting mixed in his jumbled up brain, the narrator perhaps staring into the bear’s eyes and seeing the ‘future of beauty and sorrow’ he surely found from his true love? Chances are none of these memories are of Paul at all, no matter how many times he declares ‘that’s me!’, with the most personal line in the whole song probably the near-closing one about how ‘forgotten is a long time’ and how hopefully something of his life will be remembered by someone in the future or there would be little point in it. The backing is more inventive here, especially near the end, when the song turns into an extended noisy drum-based jam that would be what ‘Rhythm Of The Saints’ would be like recorded by a ‘modern’ percussion band. A swirling mass of inviting noise perhaps symbolic of the contrasting thoughts flowing freely round the narrator’s head, it’s arguably a lot more interesting than the actual song, which is a cheeky diversion from the song most fans are probably expecting. After all, almost every other Paul Simon song tells the ‘That’s Me’ story in various chapters and from various points of view and timescales – actually ‘That’s Me’ is probably the least personal story Paul’s written since [273] ‘The Myth Of Fingerprints’ or maybe even [195] ‘50 Ways To Leave Your Lover’, a smokescreen to fool us all. But then Paul never does name himself in the song – for all we know this ‘me’ is a character like [152] ‘Dumncan’ or [156] ‘Julio’. A clever idea, with some nice touches, but it’s not enough to sustain a whole song – not on this album, anyway, where almost all the other songs are jam-packed with metaphors and images and this one seems a little one-note.

The album then closes on a very weak note indeed with the mawkish [362] ‘Father and Daughter’. Most songs about newborn children are pretty sickly (it’s hard to write a rock and roll song about taking care of a hapless infant you locve with all your heart after all) and Paul is one of the few songwriters who didn’t fall into the trap the first time round ([171] ‘St Judy’s Comet’  is a lullaby for son Harper, but its an imaginative one with self-mocking humour where ‘your famous daddy looks so dumb’ for not being able to sing his boy to sleep). ‘Father and Daughter’ sounds like every other ‘father and offspring’ song ever written, Paul promising to keep his little one safe from harm and how much he loves her. Sweet, and moving for daughter Lulu to hear I’m sure, but not that interesting for the rest of us (although its other offspring Adrian Simon who stars on this song, adding a lovely high falsetto that shows he’s been listening closely to his dad’s work and would make even Art Garfunkel proud – he apparently started singing along to the song when he thought his dad was out the room and Paul, impressed, pleaded with him to add his harmony to the album). As ever there’s a couple of memorable lines (the narrator standing guard ‘like a postcard of a golden Retriever’ which, of course, isn’t as reliable as a real dog) and a strong guitar hook (this time played by Paul and Vincent Nguini together) that almost makes this a good song. To be honest, though, the rest of ‘Surprise’ has been full of ‘surprises’, so it’s a great shame that it’s Paul’s most ‘obvious’ generic song in years that both concludes the album and was chosen as the lead single (where it strangely became more popular than the album as a whole – some people have no taste). This is no ‘St Judy’s Comet’, that’s for sure, there’s no moment that makes you smile or really truly believe in the fatherly love (Paul’s vocal on his earlier song is delightful, full of shades of hope, fear and courage – this one is merely ‘sung’) and you wonder why becoming a father at such an older, wiser age didn’t inspire a better song. Though not commissioned for it, the song was also recycled in the soundtrack of ‘The Wild Thornberrys’ movie that same year where it sorta kinda fits at the end of an ecological plea abourt reuniting a cbaby cheetah with his family.

Well I guess I can’t be too cruel, I’ve still been given all I wanted, only three albums past the classic ‘Rhythm Of The Saints’ boat, Paul’s harvested and he’s planted, and all he really needed was a lick of paint. Back in the immediate pre-‘Graceland’ years Paul’s record sales were tumbling despite making some of his best work (‘One Trick Pony’ and ‘Hearts and Bones’) before he reinvented himself with a record that was quite unlike any other made. In 2006 ‘Surprise’ did the same, making Paul sound modern and contemporary, while embracing songs that were more opaque than normal and led into deep discussions about death and what the lessons learnt on Earth might be. It’s a discussion we’d been hearing in bits all Paul’s career (unlike some Paul Simon records, it’s easy to believe that this is the same writer behind [98] ‘The Sound Of Silence’) but has now magically turned into if not quite a whole record of brilliance then 9/11ths of it. I can’t say I love this record as much as the truly life-changing Paul Simon works out there (‘Rhythm Of the Saints’ ‘Hearts and Bones’ ‘Rhymin’ Simon’, heck even ‘Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme’), but this is still a massive return to form that is supoer brave in changing the 3way Paul and listeners experience his music and it deserved to win more respect and better sales. ‘Surprise’ is full of surprises galore, re-shaping and re-moulding Paul’s usual sound into something quite new, not in a desperate do-something-different way but in a manner perfectly in keeping with what came before. Paul has softened this approach slightly on his most recent album ‘So Beautiful Or So What?’, continuing the same religious and afterlife discussions but without quite as much reliance on a modern, contemporary sound. I’m not sure if that’s a shame or not – I’d hate for every Paul Simon record to sound like this one. But there’s no doubting the new life Brian Eno’s techniques breathed into Paul Simon during this record or the sheer brilliance of this album’s standout songs ‘How Can You Live In The North East?’ ‘Outrageous’ ‘Sure Don’t Feel Like Love’ ‘Wartime Prayers’ and ‘Another Galaxy’, all five of them songs to rate alongside Paul’s very best work. The other six songs might pale by comparison, but even they – for the most part – try something new and daring and, considering he was sixty-four when he made this record, that willingness to try out new sounds might well be the biggest ‘surprise’ of them all. If you want to buy only one Paul Simon solo album of the 21st century then this is the one, a record that doesn’t just give us what we’ve had before but reaches out a hand to another life, another galaxy.




Simon and Garfunkel/solo:



'Wednesday Morning 3AM' http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2009/08/news-views-and-music-issue-42-simon-and.html


'Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme' http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-7-simon-and-garfunkel-parsley.html


'Bookends' http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2010/10/news-views-and-music-issue-78-simon-and.html



'Paul Simon' http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/12/news-views-and-music-issue-124-paul.html



'There Goes Rhymin' Simon' http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-56-paul-simon-there-goes-rhymin.html



'Breakaway' http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-68-art-garfunkel-breakaway-1975.html

‘Still Crazy After All These Years’ http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/paul-simon-still-crazy-after-all-these.html

'One Trick Pony' http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-78-paul-simon-one-trick-pony.html



'Hearts and Bones' http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-85-paul-simon-hearts-and-bones.html



'Rhythm Of The Saints' http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/review-94-paul-simon-rhythm-of-saints.html



'So Beautiful, Or So What?' http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/07/news-views-and-music-issue-107-paul.html

Celebrating 300 Album Reviews!: The 10 Biggest Surprises Since Starting This Website!




Surprise! Yes it’s another online pretend party! Dear friends, here we are on News, Views and Music number 198 which, together with 101 album reviews and two ‘specials’ that for some reason I started off not counting in the original run makes it a whole 300 albums we’ve covered now on our musical journey from ‘Surfin Safari’ in 1962 to (quick check to see what the most recent AAA album is) Stephen Stills’ ‘Carry On’ box set from March. In that time we’ve experienced highs (more hits than a ‘now that’s what I call music’ compilation, hundreds of twitter followers and quite a few loyal readers) and lows (the destruction of three computers, an ongoing internet problem, the loss of two websites and so many obstacles set by the jobcentre I’m amazed I managed to write anything understandable at all (perhaps I didn’t?!) What a long strange trip it’s been, dear readers, a long and winding road that leads – well – to your laptop as you read this actually. Now, I know we’ve celebrated a few other milestones on this set and as seems to have happened with all of them (finishing 101 ‘core’ reviews, our 50th issue, our 100th issue, our 250th issue, our 10,000th hit, our 100,000th hit) I can’t celebrate this one with you the way I’d like to because of a) internet headaches b) jobcentre headaches and c) chronic fatigue headaches. Hopefully things will fix itself soon and thanks to our planned new mobile app we can enter an exciting future where things really really really begin to happen for us here at the AAA. We wanted to do something for the article anniversary though, even if it is low-key, so here it is: the top 10 biggest surprises between starting the site (in 2008) and now:

10) That Alan’s Album Archives would reach the milestone of 100,000 hits (actually we’re on 112,000 at the time of writing). Admittedly this is split between our ‘Moonfruit’ and ‘Blogspot’ sites, comes after one heck of a lot of plugging away around the internet in which I’ve probably submitted us to every directory on the internet whether suitable or not and has probably been slightly boosted by a sudden swathe of spam messages we kept getting a few months back. But even so – anything in six numbers sounds pretty good to me, especially as more than half of these hits have come in 2012/1013 alone and we have zero budget to work with (well, £36 a year, roughly equal to 72 sausage rolls or half a ticket to see the Spice Girls Musical, money well spent I say). I certainly wasn’t expecting this much interest this early on, given how restrictive my time spent plugging this site has been due to my growing illness. At this rate Alan’s Album Archives will have bought up Google by 2020, will be the world’s number one website by 2030 and AAA mascot Max The Singing Dog will be Mayor of New York, New York by 2050.

9) That there would be a ‘Spice Girls’ musical in the style of Mama Mia. And that, despite being in the news every five minutes, it would flop very very badly. We feel very smug about this, given that the Spice Girls stand for everything we hate in music (artificialness, smugness, godawful songs, no original thoughts, supposed ‘girl power’ from a female band firmly in the control of middle aged male managers, kung-fu kicking tramps in music videos) and so does ‘Mama Mia’ (a good band made to look stupid, with songs shoe-horned into a weak and empty plot that would make a soap opera blush, leaving out several superior and more fitting songs to let wannabe singers who could only get into acting school get paid for getting it out of their systems). Frankly, writer Jennifer Saunders (who got her degree down the road from us in Edge Hill University, Ormskirk) shouldn’t have wasted her talent. Not that she has as much talent as she thinks she does, but then, neither do the Spice Girls. By quite a long way. We told the world combining the two things together was madness and a sign of the December 2012 apocalypse. Amazingly, for once they listened and the ‘Viva Forever’ musical closed last month after a pitiful amount of performances and some truly savage reviews that make even us look quite sympathetic. No, really, they do – have a read of some of them, they’re far ruder than we’d ever be about the Spice Girls, which shows just how much theatre and music critics hated this show!

8) Who thought The Beatles would become big all over again, not because of some new archive release or documentary but because of a game?! ‘Beatles Rock Band’ might not have been the biggest blockbuster in the gaming world in the past five years, but it did cause one heck of a lot more interest than anyone was expecting – and it even made The Beatles trendy again for a time (until Ringo started being weird in interviews and the whole thing went quiet). The chance to be a Beatle was irresistible for many and the song choice was a lot better (and a lot wider) than we expected it to be too, with some unusual choices alongside the hits (OK, all 313 Beatles songs were all available to download – barring the spoken word ‘Revolution 9’ for obvious reasons – but seeing as it would have cost approximately nine times the price of the already expensive game we’re willing to bet very few people downloaded them all). The success of the game inspired quite a few copycat versions too, although sadly most of them seem to be by pointless heavy metal groups and there hasn’t been any other AAA bands given a standalone game yet (although certain Stones, Who and Grateful Dead songs can be heard in the ‘Guitar Hero’ competitor – and again not necessarily the songs you’d expect). Last song in the game ‘I Want You (She’s So Heavy)’, which accompanies the Beatles on the Apple rooftop with a swirling fog that envelops them and takes us back to the beginning again at the Cavern, has never seemed so moving (and yes, I know The Beatles didn’t actually play this at the Rooftop gig – or had even written it yet – but it’s a game, OK, not a biography!)

7) That The Hollies would make #1 on Amazon! Admittedly this was the ‘box sets and re-issues’ chart during a week when nothing else seemed to be released but, hey, it outsold the special edition of that Adele monstrosity that seems to have been in the charts for as long as this website’s been around and made the top 40 in the general chart too so that’s good enough for us. After all, this is The Hollies we’re talking about – a band that only ever reached the top of the charts twice in their lifetime, once on the back of a beer commercial and once in about the only week of the 60s when The Beatles and Stones had nothing out that month. Frankly, this most popular and successful of bands have been cruelly forgotten from every 60s music show ever since and we’ve had great fun lobbying for their re-instation into the hall of greats on this very site. The Hollies outsold every single 1960s band except the Beatles (and, technically, scoring more top 20 hits than even they did thanks to an even more ridiculously busy work schedule) and despite making some of the greatest albums ever made no one seems to know them apart from a handful of singles. Their first #1 in any albums chart since ‘Hollies Greatest’ in 1968 (the superb 1963-67 complete collection ‘The Clarke-Hicks-Nash Years’) was a real day for cheering, especially being released in between a best-selling Hollies DVD (‘Look Through Any Window’, a superb anthology of interviews and TV performances) and a compilation of Hollies BBC radio sessions (which could have been better but was still well worth having). Hollies fans hadn’t had this much to celebrate in 25 years and of all the AAA groups we cover their renaissance in the media spotlight was one of the most unexpected and welcome during the five years this site has been running. The second biggest unexpected number one? Yoko Ono hitting the American dance chart #1 spot weeks before her 80th birthday! I still haven’t bought it yet, mind, so that’s another entry for another list in another 50 issues’ time!

6) That Neil Young would finally release his ‘Archives’ box set. I thought it was a joke at first when it appeared on Amazon and in adverts. I mean, Neil first announced the project way back in 1977 on the back of greatest-hits-with-extras set ‘Decade’ when he mentioned he was working on a ‘bigger box’ full of outtakes and alternate mixes. He was still talking about it when Geffen compilation (and effectively ‘Decade II’ ‘Lucky 13’) came out 15 years later. Indispensible music magazine Record Collector even filled the gap by devoting a whole feature to it in the late 1980s and about what juicy performances might be on it (sadly almost all of them were missing when the set did come out!) So used had we fans become to Neil announcing and then quietly abandoning his pet project that, after more than 30 years, I assumed its quiet appearance on ‘Amazon’ was a poor bootleg copy. I mean, just look at the picture that came with it: a heavy, bulky, slab of a box covered in cheap tacky printed newspaper clippings – was this really what we fans had come to believe was the holy grail of Neil Young releases?! Amazingly it was and ‘Archives’ finally saw the light of day in 2007, only 40 years late. Quite honestly, I’m still in shock. Neil’s been working on a follow-up in the six years since the box’s release apparently – based on the same maths Neil’s going to be 93 by the time ‘Archives II’ appears, and probably still going strong music-wise if his ‘one album a year’ work ethic maintains it’s current impressive pace, although if I have to keep buying them all I shall probably be bankrupt long before then.

5) That Oasis would split. To be fair Oasis have split almost every year since they began in 1993 and lost more members (five, discounting the last band line-up who technically couldn’t leave because the group split up) in their 14 years together than even Wings did (four in eight years on the same reasoning, a record I thought would never be broken). But few saw how lasting the feud between the Gallagher brothers would be or that the greatest rock and roll band of the past 20 years (give or take Belle and Sebastian) would end it all over something as daft as an advert in a tour brochure and a tangerine (thrown in anger). The story goes that Liam was more interested in his clothing range during the band’s last tour and album and that he dragged out the recording process for several months before adding his vocals, causing Noel to hurl a tangerine at him! To be honest, rumours had been rife for a while and one our first News, Views and Musics was a review of what turned out to be the last Oasis album (‘Dig Out Your Soul’) with an ominous final line about ‘how if this does turn out to be the last thing the band do – and rumours are they’ve already split – then it will be a sad and shameful end to such a wonderful and inventive band (a couple of you were struck how similar my review was to the famous Times review of The Beatles ‘Let It Be’, released in similar circumstances). But even though I feared it was coming the split was still a shock. In other linked surprises, I never thought that it would be Noel going solo and Liam continuing to work with the other latter-day band members of Oasis in ‘Beady Eye’ or that it would be Noel who’d find commercial fame and fortune while everyone who counted themselves ‘real’ music lovers (and who’d owned most of Noel’s so-called new songs on bootleg for 20 odd years) loved Beady Eye’s first album instead.

4) That we’d see reunions or returns by no less than eight previously defunct AAA groups or artists. Admittedly, even I could have guessed that Crosby, Stills and Nash, Neil Young’s band Crazy Horse and The Who would get back together at some point (given that splitting and getting back together has been their pattern of making music for several decades now). At a push I would have guessed too that The Rolling Stones (not officially split but undeniably quiet since 2004’s ‘A Bigger Bang’) would be cooking up something for their 50th birthday in 2012 (although not as much as I was hoping to be honest, with a handful of gigs and only two new downloadable songs). Belle and Sebastian, too, only spent four years separated between 2006 and 2010, which is pretty good going by AAA band standards, so their reunion wasn’t entirely unexpected (especially given how badly the spin-off solo albums sold). The other three reunions though were complete surprises and shocks. The Beach Boys reunited with Brian Wilson for the first time since the mid-80s in 2012 and even brought in David Marks back into the band for his first studio record since 1963 (even if they did break up again not long after – which was sadly much more predictable!) The Monkees got back together with Mike Nesmith in 2012 too for the first time in 15 years, the one Monkee who doesn’t need the money and seems to resent the fame, in 2012 and at the time of writing is still touring with them. Finally, who’d have guessed that Cat Stevens would have returned to make his first rock albums in 30 years, albeit under a new name (‘Yusuf’), coming back into the spotlight both because his son learning the guitar ‘inspired’ him to pick his own up (for which we fans will be forever thankful) and to help get a Muslim singing about peace back on the telly after so many years of brainwashing media reports about how they all want to destroy Christians in their beds. Anyone who saw those three reunions coming must have a better fortune telling device than me. Whose to say which AAA band members will get together by the time we write article 600 (somewhere around our finishing date we reckon) – Oasis maybe? Pink Floyd?! (They have come pretty close, although the ‘Live 8’ reunion was just before we started writing sadly!) or even The Beatles?!? (I hear they can do wonderful things with holograms nowadays!)

3) Time to get serious for a minute: we didn’t know that we would lose four very special AAA leading lights: Rick Wright (Pink Floyd), Pete Quaife (The Kinks), Bert Jansch (Pentangle) and Davy Jones (The Monkees). Admittedly, on the law of averages four in five years is somewhere slightly better than we might have expected given that these groups are reaching their 70s and 80s in some cases, but it was still a shock to lose them all and of the four only Pete had been ill for any length of time before their death. It goes without saying that we wept buckets when all of them died and we mourn them every passing day.

2) While we’re still serious, one other thing we weren’t expecting was that the UK would be run by the first coalition since World War Two. Unfortunately, what should have been quite an interesting political experiment, where legally all parties should be forced to work with each other for a year until another election is called, was wiped out straight away by in-fighting between the parties and some illegal (till the law got changed retrospectively) law changes to keep the same two parties in power. We warned you all that the Conservatives would only make the credit crunch worse and it gives me no delight whatsoever in saying ‘I told you so’ three years on, even with the lib dems to supposedly hold them back. Even cynical old me has been amazed, though, at just how much scandal, corruption and heartlessness this Coalition have shown. I could spent the rest of this article talking again about how evil and cruel these politicians have been, trying to blame everyone but themselves to the point where those on benefits have taken their own lives, from jobcentre pressure, peer and media hatred and ‘sanctions’ of money that leave unable to pay their bills while the ones who caused the hatred get a few more quid to spend on their expensive eating habits (claimed back from the taxpayer). All I will say is that there are three names that will live on in the nightmares of millions of people for the rest of their lives: ‘Cameron’ ‘Hague’ ‘IDS’ and the biggest surprise of all traitor ‘Clegg’ and one word that will forever shame our generation over its ignorance, shame and hatred when this decade gets discussed in the history books: ATOS (a bunch of poorly trained lawyers given more rights to decide who lives and who dies than real doctors). Closely followed by ‘Workfare’ (slave labour by another name and the most blatant use of it in the Western World since the American Civil War). What an uncivilised time we live in – and I’m not just talking about the lack of money, banking mistakes, MP expenses scandals, ‘Big Society’, plebgate and the rich attacking the poor. It’s the public’ reaction to all the lies and nonsense spouted by these uninformed gorillas in suits that has hurt and disappointed me most, admittedly spurred on bigtime by a media who should know better: trust me, there are no such things as ‘scorungers’ - you really wouldn’t want to live in the shoes of someone poorer than you if you could help it. It’s not the poor’s fault they have no money. It’s not the disabled’s fault they’re ill. And it’s not the unemployed’s fault there are no jobs to be had. We’ve been swindled, good and proper, with the country in a much sorrier state than it was five years ago – and despite apparently being the cause of it all the credit crunch isn’t even in the top five reasons why this should be so (in fact the UK’s debt went up under the Coalition, mainly on MP claims and tax breaks for millionaires while the rets of us turned to foodbanks to live). In the end, the only bigger surprise of the past five years have been why there haven’t been more riots against the system than just the one blown-out-of-proportion skuffle (where ‘looters’ who nicked 50p bottles of water received sentences much harsher than MPs who lied in court about their speeding tickets and millionaires ho paid no tax on their billions of profits) and why there isn’t more public hatred against the villains who’ve forced us to fight against ourselves.
Moving on,

1) That we would write somewhere in the region of three million, six hundred thousand five hundred words during our five years bringing you news, views and music reviews. Just to put that into context, it’s the equivalent of six editions of ‘War and Peace’ (written over a four year period) or four and a half complete editions of the Bible (old and new testament). We’ve worked out that at our average word count of 12,000 words for 300 issues by the way, which is more or less what you get every week (sometimes its an awful lot more when we cover double albums or write about every book/DVD/solo/live/compilation album – occasionally, when we started the newsletters in 2009 it was a lot less, so we reckon these two extremes cancel each other out). Well, to be honest, this was probably the one entry in our top ten you would have been expecting in 2008 isn’t it?! With all that in mind, we reckon we aren’t too far off our assertion in our first Youtube Video that ‘we will have written so much that we’ll have crashed the internet by 2014’ – sadly for us it looks as if the internet was relegated to just our house and came a year early!
Thankyou for standing by us through 300 albums, 200 top five/ten/whatevers and five years of hard but deeply enjoyable and heartwarming (not to mention ear-warming) work. Fate can cut off my internet access. It can scramble my computer. It can hijack my money illegally via some stupid jobcentre mistake they can’t be bothered to put right. It can give me a body that refuses to work most hours of the day. But I’ll still come back fighting, with an 8000 word music review and a song in my heart. The pile of albums left may be about half what it was when I started in 2008, but I still have oh so much to say to you all. We hope to see you soon for issue 301 – and for all the issues after that. Keep reading! Keep rocking! Keep fighting! This is Alansarchives going for a much needed lie down...