Gary Jules
A Plea For A Beautiful Landing
Nov 7, 2009
Words by Sean Moeller
Illustration by Johnnie Cluney
Sound engineering by Alex Hornbake at Echo Mountain
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Welcome to Daytrotter
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Falling Awake
original version appears on Gary Jules
at some point right after my son was born I woke up on the first real day of my life. I was kind of disoriented, but absolutely positive of two things: 1. "my wife thinks I'm a complete idiot", and 2. "I'm going to die at any minute". in case both were true, I wrote this song as kind of an open letter to my dude. once the song was done, I felt very optimistic about it despite the sad-ish content. I figured people would come away somehow optimistic too. instead, the song was picked up by 'grey's anatomy' and used in a scene where they unplug one of the lead characters' dad from life support. optimistic letter from father to son, or father unplugged from life support — either way is cool by me.
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Wichita
original version appears on Gary Jules
I took a class in native american poetry when I was in college. I was super into that class, and was also obsessed with old martin guitars. the professor spoke one day about how the plains indians followed the buffalo herds north and south across the continent for thousands of years. that their relationship to the herd was a primary part of their understanding of themselves, a religious association — and that they also believed that they were living in the best of all possible times -- "dreamtime" they called it — but that that time would end, marked by the falling of the stars from the sky. in 1833 (or so) one buffalo heard went north for the summer. in august, the perseid meteor showers were the most intense ever recorded. when the buffalo headed back south in the fall, construction of the transcontinental railroad had run tracks across their intended path. they wouldn't cross, and millions of animals starved and/or froze. that same fall, c.f. martin was on a ship bound for nyc from his native germany. he slept on deck so he could watch the millions of shooting stars, which he took to be a sign of great things to come for he and his family in the new world. not sure if that's exactly how it went, but that's what I wrote wichita about.
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Little Greenie
original version appears on Gary Jules
a good friend told me that she decided to leave work on a particularly bad day and walk down to the waterfront in oakland, ca. this song came on her ipod and she said it made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. pretty sure that's a much better story than what I was actually writing about, although maybe they're kind of the same thing.
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Beautiful
original version appears on Bird
the never-ending quest to get "well", and the indispensability of naïve optimism.
Gary Jules played a gig here in Rock Island a few months ago, driving down from his last stop on the Joshua Radin tour - getting off the tour bus in Milwaukee for the first time in weeks, renting a car and taking a circuitous route that took longer than the three and a half hour drive normally takes. Jules, a Californian beach boy who was talked into moving to Asheville, N.C., by his wife to be closer to her family, is best known for a fortuitous remake and rearrangement of the Tears For Fears song "Mad World," which was featured in the climactic end of cult movie "Donnie Darko," all thanks to a friendship with the soundtrack's scorer, Michael Andrews. It led to him touring Europe, opening for Bobby Dylan and falling into anecdotal stories involving Victoria Beckham and her blatant toplessness in the green room of a talk show. It's what he's widely known for, but here in Rock Island, we got a sense of what he's really known for. It's not some movie featuring a pre-fame Jake Gyllenhaal with a lot of plot points that were hard to decipher on a first view, that's for sure. It's got nothing to do with the thick soul patch scratching out from beneath his lower lip. It's got nothing to do with his bowler hat or the nondescript, fitted, royal blue baseball hat he had on during this particular recording session at Echo Mountain. It's not even the look of complete leisure that he gives off without even trying, though that's getting closer to the crux of it all. It's more about the sweet grin that he seems to always have - other than when he's battling with his chronic migraine headaches and mysterious stomach pains, as he was doing the night before this very same recording session. And it's really because that sweet grin is not contrived, though it's a fantastic kind of masking. He rarely writes happiness, instead drawing from unforgettable pain to make his pretty odes to it. There was an older woman at the show here in Rock Island, who sat halfway back in the room and just a few songs into the set could be seen visibly weeping. It was one of those uncomfortable, yet real as rain moments that Jules mentioned later seem to happen at his shows quite often. The woman made a comment that the $5 that was being charged at the door wasn't enough. She told us, "He's worth way more than that," and handed over a $20. It's not only people like this woman - who has obviously formed a very personal relationship to Jules' soothsaying, crystalline folk music - who find themselves touched by the tragedies that come out of his mouth. It's available emotionally for everyone, mostly because of that sweet smile and the sense that he's not being devoured by all of the black angels and stormy weather that has been accumulating in his heart. It's okay to deal with it in the ways that you can find to work best. He sings, "Yeah, I come from sad stories" and from sad people at one point in this session and yet, this doesn't seem to be anything like a curse, just one line in a biography or some version of an autobiography. He sings about the heavenly influences that he's under and there's a general influence of Mr. Moonlight and the kinds of hallowed beams that come down from the skies when no one's out looking, the grayish, purply ones that are tracing shadows and the creases on faces making them, on him and his temperament. The thing that keeps him going and the idea that likely leads to a woman who's never met the man before, just has his songs as an introduction and is willing to shout out the forgotten words of "The Boxer" during the middle of his set in a small town in Illinois, weep sloppily at the sound of certain words in a certain song is that, after all of it, "maybe this time could be beautiful."
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