Sunday, February 01, 2009
You've Got a Friend
There must be some synchronized kinetic energy in the air across Illinois or something. Just yesterday for some odd reason, my thoughts drifted to the old James Taylor songs I used to love. I even learned to play the guitar from his charts. And here I find that Fr. Dave Juhl also posted something about James Taylor yesterday on his blog.
His music has always been soothing, but more than that, as I was thinking, it provided some decency by which a malleable young mind, such as mine was in those days, could by intuition learn to mature. I mean, contrast his lilting nasal ballads with the kind of disgusting material upon which young minds of our day has to feed.
Take You've Got a Friend, for example. Written by Carole King, I think it also uses her voice in the background at the refrain, starting on a sweet major ninth chord, which promises,
You just call out my name,
And you know whereever I am
Ill come running
To see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall
All you've got to do is call
And I'll be there,
You've got a friend.
There's something very good about defining a friend like this, whose promise is so altruistic and unassuming.
It wasn't only the music of the 1970's that was better than what plays on FM these days; it was the lyrics too.