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...proto-rock - Elvis and Carl Perkins and Gene Vincent and Buddy Holly, all long gone - seemed like slick teenagers busting with musical testosterone. They sang with green urgency about what they wanted to do. Charles sang about what he?d been through. His music, songs, voice spoke of pain and resilience, longing and ecstasy, with the authentic authority of a survivor...
...call, the bluesy-jazzy sax solos by David ?Fathead? Newman. This was irrepressible, good-timey music, as if the early Charles had been absolved of sin and guilt and was finally permitted to express unmitigated joy. In Charles? gravelly vocals, joy sounds like the residue of a lifetime of pain. It?s not what?s been gained; it?s what?s left...
...summer driving trips, according to the AAA. Why won't we end it? Because we just don't give a flip about melting the ice caps, going broke and having to airlift Bradley fighting vehicles into Iraq for two or three more decades? No, I think those things pain us. It's something else. The reason our marriage to our cars continues is that infidelity isn't an option...
...uniqueness: a marketing analyst who feels so inconsequential that he injects ricin into snack cakes (Mister Squishy), a homicidal substitute civics teacher whose students are not even paying attention when they're taken hostage (The Soul Is Not a Smithy), a therapy patient who kills himself after hearing his pain articulated as a joke on Cheers (Good Old Neon). "I was evidently so hollow and insecure that I had a pathological need to see myself as somehow exceptional or outstanding at all times," says the man ripped asunder by a Frasier Crane...
...imagine/Your blue eyes on my words" she says on The Letter--but it's her voice that does the heavy lifting. On Cat on the Wall and The Life and Death of Mr. Badmouth, she howls simple phrases until they sound a little like sex and a little like pain. On The Slow Drug, her hush leads into the dead of night as she contemplates a sleeping lover and wonders, "Could you be my calling?" No singer since Janis Joplin has moved as easily between primal scream and intimate sigh...