Thank the Lord for that. I’d almost convinced myself I’d invented it.
Some time ago, someone posted or nominated a song I immediately latched onto and loved. Happens a lot; that’s why I love you lot. In this case, it was this one
(NOTE: JUST PLAY THE FIRST TEN SECONDS FOR NOW) –
– and it’s been on my Walkman ever since. Now I’d never even heard of Dessa. No surprise there. Let’s face it, the phrase
“… member of the Minneapolis-based hip-hop collective Doomtree, Dessa Darling, (born Margret Wander) first made a name for herself in the world of poetry slam …”
was never going to make her a staple of the music collection of this aging heavy rocker, was it? So why the hell did I feel like I’d known this song for years? I did a little research at the time, but focussed on the voices, because I was utterly, utterly convinced that was where my memory search would eventually be rewarded.
Dessa’s voice, and the tone, and the storyline, reminded me A LOT of Mary Gauthier (don’t laugh, tfd).
And that backing vocal just HAD TO BE Sarah McLachlan, didn’t it?
But my research – AllMusic, Wiki, Pitchfork, Google, etc. – all let me down. No mention of MG or SMcL anywhere.
Oh, and I further stymied myself by failing to spot that there was both a Mineshaft II and a Mineshaft (which has COMPLETELY different music), so only ever searched without the suffix. [You berk, DsD! – Ed.]
Nonetheless, every time the song popped up on Shuffle (almost always in the car, so no opportunity to return to my search at that point), its familiarity nagged at me infuriatingly.
Fast forward about three years. As discussed elsewhere recently, I’m on another one of my musical comfort food phases, so listening to a lot of 70s/80s classic rock. With an Amazon voucher I was given at Christmas, I treated myself to a 5CD boxset to replace two albums I used to have on vinyl & cassette. (Paid about the same for the full five now as I paid for just the two back then.) This morning, I ripped the discs to the PC, then set off my old favourite one playing as I started on my office admin.
When Track 3 started, I nearly fell off my chair! Have a listen:
Remember the look on Blackadder’s face when Bob/Kate reveals herself to him? That’s how I look right now.
So why hadn’t I made the connection? Because I haven’t had Blackfoot’s Strikes album for years – the cassette was in a binliner accidentally thrown out by an old landlord over twenty-five years ago. Cor! I now don’t know whether to feel vindicated (that I somehow knew I knew … something!) or bang my head against a wall for being so dumb.
Either way, the relief is enormous, and I’m going to go and have my lunch now happily singing along.
Oh . . . hang on . . . to which set of lyrics??????