Beck - Gettin’ Home
This is so short and so haunting.
| Beck: | I was trying to write in French through her, and I'm told that those are the lyrics that aren't very good on the record. |
| Charlotte: | I like them. |
| Beck: | They sound great to me because its in French, and I know what they mean, and it has more resonance because its another language. Well to me they mean something but that's the way I write, its like montage writing. I mean, a lot of my lyrics in English are like that too. You put a word next to each other. Its an accretion of meaning. Meaning that you keep stacking things together an all together they mean something, you know. They're all snapshots from a story. I'm not going to tell you what the story is, but I'll show you the props and you make your own story. Its that kind of writing. |
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Beck - Nobody’s Fault But My Own
I bought Mutations 7 years ago. I just turned into a Beck nerd and enjoyed Odelay and Sea Change and Midnite Vultues. Listening to Mutations was different though (and it still is). I cannot really pinpoint it. I always see Beck sitting cross-legged in his basement, recording Nobody’s Fault But My Own, with rain knocking against his window and a cup of tea next to him. And I quote what Mr. Hansen says: “Well I went down to my basement. It was raining outside, and I wrote it.”
Nobody’s Fault But My Own was my first favorite song on the record. I had an oral exam once in my former university and we suddenly started talking about Beck. My (favorite) teacher said “Oh, yeah, I love this silver album…” I said “Mutations!” “Yeah,” she said, “particularly the second track!”. I have this bent toward Bottle of Blues or Sing it Again or Runners Dial Zero or Dead Melodies, but still. Nobody’s Fault But My Own is flawless.
Maybe I’ll start to write a column on Mutations.
