The ‘Moving House’ saga continues.
Now, everything down to the teacups and the toothbrushes is labelled, wrapped and ready for our new Home.
How did we accumulate so much stuff!
A major winnowing exercise lies ahead (honest!).
Soon, we will finally move into our Home in the Hills.
Everyone hearing where we are moving to says ‘It’s nice up there before adding with a shake of the head – of course you can be snowed in there for weeks, weeks!.
But, before we cross the threshold of our Shangri-La we are going to check in to a Hotel for a week.
Hotel living will be a blessed relief after all the clearing, packing and cleaning.
Room Service! (Talk me through your list of Malt Whiskies).
Now, you wouldn’t expect me to take up residence in a Hotel without sending the Jukebox Research Department (AKA my memory) off in search of songs featuring Hotels would you?
One fine day I’ll give you 5,000 words on, ‘Heartbreak Hotel’ and somewhat fewer on Chris Isaak’s, ‘Blue Hotel’ and They Might Be Giants’ ‘Hotel Detective’.
Despite the many merits of the above works the song that agitated the neurons most intently was the Carveresque ‘Third Rate Romance’ performed below by The Amazing Rhythm Aces.
A short story in song filed with dry wit and hard lived wisdom featuring a laconic vocal, a lovely guitar break and adept ensemble harmony – that’ll do for me!
The Aces came out of Knoxville originally before hitting their stride in Memphis.
Barry ‘Byrd’ Burton provides the liquid guitar line.
Jeff Davis and Butch McDade keep the rhythm flowing on bass and drums.
BIlly Earhart and James Hooker add keyboard colour.
Lead vocalist and principal songwriter Russell Smith has a keen eye for the way frail selves behave, especially when away from home, when it might appear identities and loyalties can be checked in at the front desk (for an hour or a night).
There’s some acute observation in the lyric:
‘She was starin’ at her coffee cup
He was tryin’ to keep his courage up …
‘… talk was small when they talked at all
She said, “You don’t look like my type
But I guess you’ll do …
He said, “I’ll even tell you that I love you
If you want me to …
Call me an old romantic but I like to think the above two lines were internal mental conversation rather than spoken out loud!
Undoubtedly though many a Hotel has been the venue for just such a Third Rate Romance.
Just such a low rent rendezvous.
Half truths .. evasions.. the devalued currency of adultery:
‘ I’ve never really done this kind of thing before, have you?
‘ Yes I have but only a time or two ….
Third rate romance.
Low rent redezvous.
Third rate romance.
Low rent rendezvous.
Now let’s see what chiselled retro Honky Tonk hero Dwight Yoakum can make of the song!
Well, that’s surely rugged, rowdy and more than right!
Dwight has a Voice.
Sure, Dwight looks like a Country Star precision fashioned by Hollywood central casting but it turns out he has a voice like the high desert wind and a real feel for classic hardwood floor Country.
I like the way this live performance uses Tex – Mex accents to suggest that the low rent Hotel is maybe whichever side of the border the participants are least likely to be recognised.
Now, if you and your sweetheart fancy a twirl or two around that sprung hardwood floor you can always rely on Alan Jackson to set those dancing shoes in motion.
Like the man says he put a little flavour on that one!
Have to admit I did more than a little high stepping as that disc was playing.
Time for me to check out for this week.
I got a first class Hotel waiting for my family and me.
I strongly recommend The Amazing Rhythm Aces debut Record, ‘Stacked Deck’.