(Not So) Famous Firsts: Sam Peckinpah’s “The Deadly Companions”

These days, it seems like Sam Peckinpah will be remembered more for his outrageous behavior than for his films – if he’s remembered at all. Once Hollywood’s greatest enfant terrible, Peckinpah’s drug and alcohol abuse lead to a staggering decline in the quality of his films and a predictable early death.

But then after a career of having his films butchered by studio heads and being pounded with bad reviews, people began to realize that Peckinpah was onto something all along. His most well-known films like The Wild Bunch and Straw Dogs remain controversial for their violent content, but they show that Peckinpah was just as important a New Hollywood director as someone like Peter Bogdanovich. But unlike Bogdanovich, Peckinpah was not interested in recreating genre films from the past. He wanted to show just how Hollywood had gotten the wild west wrong and how the actions that were glorified by people like John Wayne still left a lot of death and wreckage behind. His films were shocking not for necessarily glorifying violence but acknowledging it as a reality that drove people’s desires.

Yet outside the cinephiles of the world, Peckinpah has been largely forgotten. I believe it’s because most blockbuster directors like Michael Bay emulate Peckinpah’s violent scenes but are so uncaring that audiences simply stopped paying attention to violent content, even content that had once gotten Peckinpah in trouble. For what it’s worth, I think Bad Boys II is far more hideous, ugly, and senseless with its violent scenes than Peckinpah ever was. Yet that film was a major summer release and Bay was subsequently allowed to direct five action films based on a toy line – films that would only appeal to teenagers. Peckinpah ended his career living in a hotel and barely able to get work directing music videos. How is that fair?

If you’ve never seen any of Peckinpah’s films, you probably guessed that most of his films were incredibly violent and took place in the old west. You would be correct. Peckinpah grew up spending a lot of time on his grandfather’s ranch and had a nostalgic view of that western lifestyle. But his films still recognized the fact that most of the famous outlaws from that time were still outlaws and left a lot of wreckage behind. Each of his films try to balance those two viewpoints. Even if Peckinpah was nostalgic, he was not afraid to acknowledge that his characters were terrible people.

Unlike other “not so famous first” films, The Deadly Companions matches the rest of Peckinpah’s filmography. The director got his start on television, creating and directing classic TV westerns like The Rifleman and The Westerner. It was a natural jump for him to make a western where he did things TV networks would have never allowed him to do. The Deadly Companions lacks the epic scale of Peckinpah’s later films. It feels like an extended episode of the tv westerns Peckinpah had just come from. There’s no slow motion, no rapid cuts, none of the filmmaking techniques that would define Peckinpah’s career. But it is possible to see the things that

First, the film does not shy away from violent, controversial themes. The film is about a man who accidentally kills a child in a shootout and volunteers to escort the funeral procession. Showing dead children now would raise quite a few eyebrows. Back in the early ‘60s, it was almost unfathomable. The man, Yellowleg, later reveals that he never takes off his hat (not even in church) due to a nasty scalping wound he sustained. We see the scar late in the film. The opening scene shows a “five ace card player” being hung in a bar. He’s balancing on a barrel and trying desperately not to slip. Peckinpah digs his heals in and shows his audience all the violence and strife that people like John Ford never addressed.

But Peckinpah’s films are not only marked by violence and controversy. He uses his films to ask what chance people have in a world that has either passed them by or one that doesn’t live up to their ideals. Yellowleg, as hinted by his name, is a Civil War veteran (derisively called a Yankee by several characters) who doesn’t understand where he fits into the world anymore. He’s escorting the grieving mother to discover himself again, in the same way Warren Oates went to find the head of Alfredo Garcia.  The Deadly Companions is a surprisingly introspective western, with characters that don’t fit in the John Wayne hero persona.

Peckinpah frequently had a troubled relation with the female characters in his films. At best, they are trying to express their sexuality on their terms only to find that men are too willing to take advantage of it (like Amy Sumner in Straw Dogs). At worst, they were an accessory to the male characters and were treated very poorly, being openly attacked by the men in their lives. In The Deadly Companions, Kit Tildon is a  much stronger female character than Peckinpah usually allowed. Not only is the action centered around her, she’s shown standing up for herself and even hitting Yellowleg. Male characters do forcibly kiss her and people in her town whisper about her dance hall behind her back, but she is not defined as a sexual plaything. I’m surprised that Peckinpah’s views on women seemed to regress as he made more films.

Even if it shares themes with Peckinpah’s later films, it doesn’t necessarily feel like a Peckinpah film, simply because he’s not the one who pitched the story (an actor from The Westerner suggested him to the producer) and he was not the one in charge of the final version. He was frustrated over the lack of script control he had and didn’t create the final cut. This, however, also predicted his entire career. Peckinpah was constantly fighting for control over his films and many of his preferred cuts were not released until after he died. There is no lost cut of The Deadly Companions, but the experience foreshadowed many of the fights that Peckinpah would have with producers.

People used to be angry when Peckinpah released his films. They were shocked that such violent content could be screened. They shouldn’t have been too surprised. Peckinpah announced all his intentions with The Deadly Companions. He would use his film career to utterly destroy an entire American genre. If we were going to continue to romanticize the old west, then we had to look at the warts that made it. If The Deadly Companions wasn’t perfect in achieving that goal, it’s still important for the fact that it gave Peckinpah a chance to try again.

Album Review: Vivian Leva, “Time Is Everything”

Vivian Leva’s voice is the sound of living tradition. Raised by parents who absorbed ancient tunes and ballads during visits to legendary old-time musicians, Ms. Leva grew up steeped in the Appalachian and country music of her Lexington, VA home. On Time Is Everything, her debut, Leva earns a spot in the lineage of great neo-traditional songwriters like Gillian Welch and Sarah Jarosz; much like these singers, she finds inspiration in the past without being stifled by it.

Though still in college, Leva’s musical roots run deep. She grew up going to fiddle festivals with her parents, both acclaimed roots musicians themselves, who perform as the duo, Jones and Leva. Her father, James, is a respected multi-instrumentalist who learned knee-to-knee from old-time legends like Tommy Jarrell and Doug Wallin, while her mother, Carol Elizabeth, picked up bygone songs from a now lost generation of singers and recorded with the pioneering bluegrass duo, Hazel Dickens and Alice Gerrard. Leva soaked up this influence at a young age, and, at age 9, began penning songs and performing with her father at venues like the prestigious Carter Family Fold.

Beginning with “Bottom Of The Glass”, you hear a gathering of rich harmonies, some tasteful pedal steel runs and a traditional country feel and at moments, a charming yelp in Ms. Leva’s voice, which belies her youth – it’s  strong and measured; the title track is warm and embracing as well as catchy – this could easily be a hit on country radio and “No Forever” is very much an old-fashioned fiddle-driven piece – pure bluegrass and on-the-one.  “Cold Mountains” is in the same vein; you can feel the hills and tradition of Appalachia in the visual sense, if you close your eyes while listening (note the muted banjo); “Why Don’t You Introduce Me As Your Darlin’” is a perfect return to the original sound of country, with fiddle runs, pedal-steel and very reminiscent of Tammy Wynette, etc., while “Every Goodbye” is a lovely, tempered ballad sung in a quieter register with just mandolin as the background (unless it’s, again, muted banjo).

For an artist so young, Vivian Leva has the approach and songwriting skills of a seasoned master.  Certainly, her understanding of this music is pure and I can only think she cannot do anything but continue to grow and make great on such a powerful beginning.

RECOMMENDED

Time Is Everything is currently available

www.vivianleva/com

 

Soul Serenade: 100 PROOF Aged in Soul, “Somebody’s Been Sleeping”

Holland-Dozier-Holland was a massively successful songwriting and production team at Motown Records. Their hits for the company are too numerous to mention but include such classics as “Heatwave” by Martha & the Vandellas, “Can I Get a Witness” by Marvin Gaye, the Miracles’ “Mickey’s Monkey,” the Four Tops “Baby I Need Your Loving,” and the Supremes “Stop! In the Name of Love.” But as it’s so often the case in the music (and other) business that the kind of success they had, and the piles of money that it brings in, lead to a dispute with management. And so, Eddie Holland, Lamont Dozier, and Brian Holland went to war with Berry Gordy, Jr. and their relationship with Motown was the first casualty of that war.

The team was hardly done, however. After leaving Motown in early 1968, they formed their own label and called it Hot Wax. The legal fallout from their Motown departure was so restrictive that they couldn’t use their own names on the songs they wrote, instead employing the nom de plume Edythe Wayne for many of them. The Motown artists they worked with didn’t, for the most part, follow them to Hot Wax, so they had to find people to record.

One of the first things that Holland-Dozier-Holland did at Hot Wax was to put together a vocal group that they called 100 PROOF Aged in Soul. The group was led by Joe Stubbs who, in addition to being the brother of Levi Stubbs of the Four Tops, had been a member of Motown groups like the Contours and the Originals, and before that, the Falcons. Sonny Monroe had been the lead singer of the Falcons and he also made the transition to 100 PROOF. Other members included Eddie Holiday and Steve Mancha.

100 PROOF Aged in Soul - Somebody's Been Sleeping

In all, 100 PROOF recorded six singles and two albums for Hot Wax between 1969-1972. It is the second of these singles, “Somebody’s Been Sleeping,” that they are remembered for. The song was written by General Johnson, who sang lead for the Chairmen of the Board, along with Greg Perry and Angelo Bond. Perry produced the record. The song was a tale of infidelity heavily influenced by the fairytale “Goldilocks and the Three Bears.”

Fairytales sometimes do come true and that was the case for 100 PROOF. “Somebody’s Been Sleeping” rose up the charts until it reached the Top 10 on both the pop and R&B charts in 1969. The record sold over one million copies and was awarded a Gold Record. The album that included the single, Somebody’s Been Sleeping in My Bed, made it to #31 on the R&B chart. Several other 100 PROOF singles were Top 40 R&B hits notably the “Somebody’s Been Sleeping” follow-up which made the Top 20.

There was not enough success to sustain the group however and 100 PROOF Aged in Soul broke up in 1973. All of the original members are now deceased.

Album Review: The Lampshades, “Astrology”

The Lampshades, a trio of Pittsburgh-by-way-of-Altoona ne’er-do-wells, is nothing if not ambitious.

It hasn’t always entirely been this way. Sunshine, its 2005 debut, was more of a catalog of by-the-numbers power-pop than the loose-limbed junk-rock these guys have perfected on records like Arena Punk and Numbskull Nothinghead. Even after a good number of outings, though – this is the band’s fifth full-length platter – the template for a Lampshades song is no easy thing to map; frontman Jaren Love’s frequently detuned guitar sits at odds not only with his sometimes-plaintive/sometimes-monochromatic voice, but also the trio’s finely tuned, if unusual, rhythm section.  (Drummer Dane Adelman and bassist Chris Kibler are no slouches.) And things are prone to falling apart, with the best songs dropping into wonderful tangents, stitched-together segues, and unexpected seams.

Now, listeners have Astrology – the group’s new record, out this Friday on Mint 400 Records – and the thing is EPIC, all caps intended. On songs like “Astrology II,” the second part of a four-part suite, these guys show an uncanny knack for composition that betrays its roots as “just” a punk-rock band. The phrase “civilization and its discontents” first appeared on a Lampshades song three years ago (the catchy single/EP selection “Gotta Do”) but, on the titular song here on Astrology, which premiered exclusively on Popdose, the band reaches for the stars, combining jagged punk explosions with cooed backing harmonies and wonderfully atypical rock phrasings.

In one corner of the record, on “Stories And Idiosyncrasies,” they sound sludgy until the introduction of a gluey piano descent. In another, they flirt with quiet/loud/quiet dynamics better than anyone since — what? – Weezer, but somehow make even the most simple departures feel not just mindful or intentional, but grandiose. (I haven’t heard someone do it this well since A Minus Story’s incredible The Captain Is Dead, Let The Drum Corpse Dance.) Lampshades’ ballads (“Feel Alright,” the classical-guitar feel of “Always On”) feel beautifully awkward, and some songs (say, the awesome closer, “Feel Okay”) echo Pet Sounds on benzodiazepine. (Well, more benzodiazepine.)

The Pet Sounds name-drop is apt, as these guys are clearly schooled in the ways of pop and hooks. Their melodies on songs like “Civilization And Its Discontents” or “Feel Okay” are often pitch-perfect. Their more somber platitudes – look no further than the atonal-surf guitar, Elephant 6 vocals, and carefully placed synth washes of opener “Hope On A Rope” – still hit the nail square on the head. The Lampshades comment on the inherently biodegradable nature of pop plastic while they mimic it through bizarre filters. It’s an adventurous, enthralling listen, quite possibly up there with the best Pittsburgh might offer in the first half of the year. You owe it to your ears to check it out.

Radio City With Jon Grayson & Rob Ross: Episode Fifty-Six

Radio City With Jon Grayson & Rob Ross:  Episode Fifty Six

Veering between the joyful abandon of a comedic podcast and the real-life, serious issues that affect us all, Jon and Rob continue to do their best to balance the tightrope of getting through these current times.  So without fail, the boys continue to deliver.  This week is packed with discussions on the White House merry-go-round; the bankruptcy of Toys ‘R Us and I Heart Radio; the school walkouts; the marginal political win for Democrats in Pennsylvania; the passing of Stephen Hawking, plus “In Our Heads”, music, sports and more.
So buckle up, buckaroos…  these two very fine gentlemen once again come shining through and you won’t want to miss this.

Radio City With Jon Grayson & Rob Ross:  Episode Fifty Six


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Reissue Review: Yung Wu, “Shore Leave”

This is very exciting – certainly to me.  Yung Wu was a Feelies side project with one classic album, Shore Leave, on Steve Fallon’s Coyote Records in 1987, which I had, once upon a time. Bar/None Records, in conjunction with Coyote, is re-issuing this much sought-after, long out-of-print album on April 21, Record Store Day on LP, CD and digital download; this is the first appearance on CD or digital download. The album packaging features previously unseen photos and liner notes by Yung Wu frontman Dave Weckerman (Feelies percussionist).

Shore Leave saw Mr. Weckerman as lead singer and main songwriter backed by the rest of the Feelies, from The Good Earth album, which is the same line-up who still/currently perform as The Feelies): Glenn Mercer and Bill Million on guitars; Brenda Sauter on bass and Stan Demeski on drums. John Baumgartner from local legends Speed The Plough (and the Trypes) also joined them in the studio, playing keyboards. Yung Wu swaps The Feelies’ herky-jerkiness for a (more) pop sensibility.

The title track chimes along in a swirling, hypnotic fashion with a nicely taut rhythm and has a sweet melody, which makes this a perfect opener; all the elements of an instant pop classic are here; the keyboard embellishments add a nice and subtle touch.  The dense feel of “The Empty Pool” is warm, while being slightly dramatic and slightly mysterious; “Spinning” does, indeed, have that Feelies vibe, but is punctuated by a quasi-country element in the twang of the guitar figures and “Big Day” is prime ’80’s college radio pop with deliciously delicate guitars and a catchy chorus.  “Strange Little Man” again fits that quintessential ’80’s sound and if memory serves, it was played with some regularity on the old 106.3, WHTG from Eatontown, New Jersey – the only “alternative” (ecch) radio station at the time; the take on the old Stones’ classic “Child Of The Moon” (that’s the second album in about a month where I’ve reviewed an album with a version of this song) is stripped down and played with a gentility that gives the song an innocence and “Modern Farmer”, again, has that Feelies style of intensity but is a wildly happy, fast and upbeat piece that closes this collection in a perfect manner.

There are very few reissues that have excited me as of late, but this is one that gives me great joy – from the memory of when I first had the album but also at being reminded of how good this album is.  If you like The Feelies and don’t know about this, you’re not a fan – and even if don’t know anything about The Feelies, you’ll love this album.  It’ll give you joy, guaranteed.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

 

Shore Leave will be released on Friday, April 20th, 2018 (in time for Record Store Day)

http://www.bar-none.com/yung-wu/

 

Dw. Dunphy On…The Bushido Truth Of The Last Jedi

Spoiler Alert: This article reveals plot points of movies that are more than three months old. Go walk the dog or something. Get some fresh air.

bu·shi·do (ˈbo͞oSHēˌdō) – A Japanese collective term for the many codes of honour and ideals that dictated the samurai way of life, loosely analogous to the concept of chivalry in Europe.

The “way” originates from the samurai moral values, most commonly stressing some combination of sincerity, frugality, loyalty, martial arts mastery, and honor until death.

The teacher was hesitant about taking on another student, having seen the horrors of the teacher-student progression throughout the ages. Each previous relationship turned acrimonious or fatal. The next generation would try to reach atonement for the former, yet like a horrible loop, tragedy and failure ensued. Now this teacher was facing the prospect of training his second student. The first came from privilege. This new adherent came from nothing, or so we shall soon learn.

This is not a plot synopsis from Star Wars – The Last Jedi, or rather, it is, but it’s not solely the property of that movie. I’m referring instead to Akira Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai and the hard road traveled by noble samurai Kambei Shimada (Takashi Shimura). Now a ronin – samurai without a liege to serve – Shimada has been propositioned by peasants who are attacked by ruthless bandits year after year. Save us from the next onslaught. He seeks former samurai to aid him in his mission, but he does not want students, he doesn’t want followers. They have a way of losing their futures, and often their lives, to the lonely samurai path.

But still, he winds up with two students, the wide-eyed and naive Katsushiro Okamoto (Isao Kimura), born of privilege and money; and Kikuchiyo (Toshiro Mifune), a wild man who claims to be a samurai already, yet connects with Kambei not as a peer, but as a thinly-veiled, awestruck student. We’ll learn later that he is, in fact, born a peasant, much like the ones he defends and reviles at the same time. He is born from nothing.

By the end of the film, the teacher will see the terrible curse of the samurai way destroy these two and many more. Kikuchiyo will die in the mud of the village. Katsushiro will find love, but be rejected by her at the end of the film, for now he is a samurai and the rice-farming peasants don’t want him around until they need him. Samurai are harbingers of bad things, they attract danger. His newfound love is torn apart by these two very different worlds.

Anyone who would have a problem with my benchmarking Star Wars against samurai pictures clearly knows very little about either. George Lucas famously touted Kurosawa’s The Hidden Fortress as a prominent influence on the original Star Wars. The series’ characters all seem to have names of an Asian dialect: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi…the screenwriter that worked frequently with Japanese director Kenji Mizoguchi (Ugetsu) was Yoshikata Yoda. This is not arbitrary.

Neither is the plot device in The Last Jedi where we see Luke Skywalker’s defense against his student and nephew Ben Solo, now Kylo Ren (Adam Driver), who has purportedly turned to the dark side. Meanwhile, Ren’s testimony of the occurrence is much different, with a mad-driven Skywalker (played by Mark Hamill) prepared to kill his nephew in his sleep to prevent a supposed oncoming evil. This multiple-view narrative plays into Ben Kenobi’s exhortation from Return of the Jedi when he tells Luke that he told him the truth about his father “from a certain point of view.”

It also is the crux of Akira Kurosawa’s celebrated film Rashomon, about the murder of a nobleman and the rape of his wife. In that film, all witnesses and implicated figures give their testimonies, and while they’re all roughly similar, they’re also very different in fundamental ways, with the speaker glorifying himself in his own account to the detriment of whatever the truth might be.

In essence, there’s no such thing as ultimate truth – just different vantage points viewing an event, further colored by one’s own ego, fear, and desire to protect themselves.

This is not symbolism retconned into a space opera. this is the story that was always there but ignored by an audience that wanted Flash Gordon instead. The Jedi are tragic figures, doomed to fall on their own lightsabers again and again.

This is not, however, the story the Star Wars fans wanted. They expected the story of a fiery, confident Luke Skywalker, training an army of Jedi away from prying eyes on the planet of Ahch-to. They also expected a story wherein Skywalker has succumbed to the dark side of the force, like his father Anakin Skywalker, also known as Darth Vader. They wanted Luke to secretly be Supreme Leader Snoke. They wanted Rey (Daisy Ridley) to be Luke’s long-lost daughter who would ultimately drag him from his downward spiral. In other words, they kind of wanted a rehash of Return of the Jedi.

What director Rian Johnson gave them was something altogether different from the fans’ frankly boring plot concepts – another seething fighter with a war boner and a snazzy costume and gear for neat tricks – but absolutely in line with the story that was already there, the story buried within George Lucas’ fantasy structure. For having the temerity to follow that line that was so clearly drawn underneath the dazzling artifice, Johnson got…middle fingers and responses closest to death threats.

In other words, the toxic state of nerd culture as it currently exists raged on as the creators of this particular movie failed to meet every fan’s individual dream request and, once again, dared to make strong women characters central to the overall narrative (which is one more sin of George Lucas for allowing Carrie Fisher’s Princess Leia to be as daring as the menfolk, consarn it).

Johnson has managed to walk the samurai/Jedi path by making a movie that was worth being made, assembled at the highest level of his craft, and like so many who followed in these footsteps, seems to have been punished for doing so. So it was with Kambei Shimada, so it ever shall be.

Album Review: Yung Wu, “Shore Leave”

This is very exciting – certainly to me.  Yung Wu was a Feelies side project with one classic album, Shore Leave, on Steve Fallon’s Coyote Records in 1987, which I had, once upon a time. Bar/None Records, in conjunction with Coyote, is re-issuing this much sought-after, long out-of-print album on April 21, Record Store Day on LP, CD and digital download; this is the first appearance on CD or digital download. The album packaging features previously unseen photos and liner notes by Yung Wu frontman Dave Weckerman (Feelies percussionist).

Shore Leave saw Mr. Weckerman as lead singer and main songwriter backed by the rest of the Feelies, from The Good Earth album, which is the same line-up who still/currently perform as The Feelies): Glenn Mercer and Bill Million on guitars; Brenda Sauter on bass and Stan Demeski on drums. John Baumgartner from local legends Speed The Plough (and the Trypes) also joined them in the studio, playing keyboards. Yung Wu swaps The Feelies’ herky-jerkiness for a (more) pop sensibility.

The title track chimes along in a swirling, hypnotic fashion with a nicely taut rhythm and has a sweet melody, which makes this a perfect opener; all the elements of an instant pop classic are here; the keyboard embellishments add a nice and subtle touch.  The dense feel of “The Empty Pool” is warm, while being slightly dramatic and slightly mysterious; “Spinning” does, indeed, have that Feelies vibe, but is punctuated by a quasi-country element in the twang of the guitar figures and “Big Day” is prime ’80’s college radio pop with deliciously delicate guitars and a catchy chorus.  “Strange Little Man” again fits that quintessential ’80’s sound and if memory serves, it was played with some regularity on the old 106.3, WHTG from Eatontown, New Jersey – the only “alternative” (ecch) radio station at the time; the take on the old Stones’ classic “Child Of The Moon” (that’s the second album in about a month where I’ve reviewed an album with a version of this song) is stripped down and played with a gentility that gives the song an innocence and “Modern Farmer”, again, has that Feelies style of intensity but is a wildly happy, fast and upbeat piece that closes this collection in a perfect manner.

There are very few reissues that have excited me as of late, but this is one that gives me great joy – from the memory of when I first had the album but also at being reminded of how good this album is.  If you like The Feelies and don’t know about this, you’re not a fan – and even if don’t know anything about The Feelies, you’ll love this album.  It’ll give you joy, guaranteed.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

 

Shore Leave will be released on Friday, April 20th, 2018 (in time for Record Store Day)

http://www.bar-none.com/yung-wu/

 

What’s THAT Supposed to Mean?: Belly, “Shiny One”

It’s 1993.

“Alternative music” is not yet just the genre where we stick anything semi-popular that isn’t R&B or hip-hop. We still have space for bands that have graduated from college radio — R.E.M. (and a few other bands from my hometown of Athens), Camper Van Beethoven, The Smiths, XTC, Midnight Oil, The Cure, etc.

And it’s not all male. Kim Deal holds down the bass end for The Pixies and is singing for her side project, The Breeders. Natalie Merchant’s voice drifts from dorm-room speakers. Indigo Girls start out as two women with guitars and expand their sound to epics propelled by some of the best bassists and drummers in the business.

In the midst of this creative storm strides the unlikely figure of Tanya Donelly. She’s only 27 but is already a music-business veteran, having played with stepsister Kristin Hersh in Throwing Muses since her teen years and working with Deal in The Breeders. She’s not a commanding presence like Deal or a whirlwind of hallucinatory images like Hersh or Tori Amos, but she’s ready to step out and lead a band. That band, Belly, gets airplay not just on the nearly mainstream alternative stations like the mighty WHFS but also on MTV.

I could even interact with the band using some of the first online tools to hit the public. Bassist Gail Greenwood knew someone on the Prodigy message boards, so she drops in on occasion and teases me about pondering a switch from electric to acoustic guitar. Donelly drops by to do the equivalent of a Reddit AMA, and I print out her response to my question. (Yes, a Prodigy message board answer, printed on a dot-matrix printer. This was only 25 years ago?)

Meanwhile, the world is looking better. The Berlin Wall has fallen, and the Soviet republics are off to promising starts as independent countries. Donald Trump is an oft-ridiculed businessman with a penchant for misguided ego trips. George W. Bush is staying out of trouble as a baseball owner.

Tempting to go back, isn’t it?

Well, maybe not. We forget that the USA of the 1990s wasn’t that great a place if you were gay or a little different. We weren’t making quite as big as mess of the Middle East and Africa as we are today, but we were still wrapped up in the Balkans and a few other places we didn’t talk about. We weren’t making much progress dealing with AIDS, let alone deadly drugs. We didn’t have the technology, mostly taken for granted today, that connects the world and saves lives.

Also, I had not yet met my wife, so I’m not going back. I cherish my time where college rock was a lifeline for lonely geeky kids sitting with their Peavey amps and wondering when women would start paying attention to us and not the self-assured frat guys on campus, but I love my family life today. The music is by far the best part of that period in my life — I worked backwards from Belly and wore out a cassette and then a CD of Throwing Muses’ The Real Ramona, where Hersh distilled her off-the-wall sensibilities for the unforgettable rhythm-and-hooks classic Counting Backwards and Donelly strode into the spotlight with the power pop gem Not Too Soon.

Besides, the best parts of the 1990s have a tendency of sticking around or coming back. And Belly is back in a big way.

No, they probably won’t be on the cover of Rolling Stone again, hyping a second album that had good songs but less enthralling mystery than their ethereal debut. Tanya Donelly will never be Liz Phair, or vice versa. That’s fine. We can all make room on our shelves or our iPods for both.

Belly broke up after that second album, a big blow for those of us who said, “No, I can’t make it to your nearby show on this tour, but I’ll catch the next one.” Greenwood joined L7 for a couple of years and more recently kicked cancer’s ass, giving thanks to Obamacare along the way. (She’s also a bit of a fitness nut, as you can see in the Gepetto video below.) Guitarist Tom Gorman and drummer Chris Gorman more or less dropped out of the business, though it seems everyone involved in the Muses/Belly orbit keeps some sort of creative career. (Fred Abong, briefly the bassist in Throwing Muses and then in Belly, is now a philosophy Ph.D.) Donelly kept one foot in with a sporadic solo career (Pretty Deep is a roaring song that continues the Muses/Breeders/Belly tradition of having more hooks in one song than many artists manage in a lifetime, and I often find myself singing the New England opening line: “It’s JUNE, and I’m still wearing my boots.”) and worked as a post-partum doula.

Donelly is a mom herself, having a couple of daughters with husband Dean Fisher, who has played bass with Juliana Hatfield. And that surely is an influence in Belly’s new single.

Which is every bit as marvelous as we could possibly hope for from a band that hadn’t recorded in 23 years.

With Greenwood’s groovy bass line, it sounds a bit more like a reunited Stone Roses at first. But Gorman (Tom) brings in his unique guitar style, playing both some otherworldly tones and the rootsy low-frequency riffs you’d expect from a man with an old-school Gretsch. Donelly has described the writing process as truly collaborative, building on Greenwood’s bass with the Gorman brothers taking things in new directions.

And there’s no mistaking Donelly’s voice. She’s 50 now, and she sounds more mature than she did at age 30 or 20 or whenever you first heard her, but it’s still her.

So, because this series of Popdose posts is intended to decipher lyrics, what’s she singing about?

Lyrically, this is a bit like an XTC track after Andy Partridge became a father. Perhaps there’s some interpretation in which the “Shiny One” of the lyrics is not a child, but so far, this track hasn’t popped up at SongMeanings or Songfacts, where there’s always some dude who claims every song is about either drugs or sex. The lyrics are posted at Genius, where the one “fact” posted is that this song went straight to No. 1, knocking Drake out of the top spot. (That would be fantastic. Maybe it could still happen?)

Shiny One certainly has some vague spiritual overtones as well. “Bless me, my son” opens each verse and the chorus, and Donelly has references to a “fallen angel,” “better angel” and “one who will not be named.” The tone is reinforced with Donelly’s skyward gaze in Chris Gorman’s clever video for the song, which includes some subtle callbacks to the Feed the Tree video — note the woods and Gorman’s stripped-down drum kit.

A few lyrics apparently have not yet been transcribed. Maybe we’re all the way back in the 80s, listening to R.E.M. albums and trying to figure out what the hell Michael Stipe is singing.

Yet we can certainly take a general impression that Donelly is offering advice and encouragement to the next generation. “Don’t forget who you come from, son,” but fly higher and farther than your imperfect but proud parents. It’s a good message for those of us trying to make sure our kids have more modern views of gender and sexuality than we did. And also, son, don’t follow other cars too closely on the Beltway, because they might slam on their brakes to avoid rubberneckers ahead, and you might have to pay through the nose for a fine and some body work on your car. (Yeah, I had a rough weekend.)

So, no, it’s not 1993 any more. Belly has a mom and a cancer survivor teaming up to give us a tune that’s groovy and psychedelic but with modern studio perfection and a mother’s wisdom. They’re funding things through PledgeMusic, where the discussion reassured me that Greenwood is doing well after chemotherapy and reassured Greenwood that I still have my old electric guitar. (Actually, I spend far more time playing drums now.)

But a lot of our favorite 90s bands are roaring back, sounding familiar and yet new. The Breeders have come back with the Last Splash lineup (just after Donelly left). Some enterprising tour manager is surely trying to get Belly and the partially reunited Echobelly, whose new track is also far better than the world deserves today, on the same stage.

It’s 2018. That’s frightening in ways we couldn’t have imagined in 1993. But at least we’re in good company.