Posted On: Wednesday - November 29th 2023 6:00PM MST
In Topics:   Music  China
Not Sugar Mountain, far as I know. This is in China, where they're not big fans of sugar. They sure do have some hairy terrain though. From one direction this wall looked over vertical.
We'll do that song-out-of-the-blue thing again today, as in the old days of the blog. When he wrote this great folk song in 1964, Neil Young was referring to his home in Winnipeg, Manitoba, but this makes me think of North Carolina. There is a Sugar Mountain there.
This song never made it to an album until long after, with Mr. Young's big (3 vinyl record) Decade compilation. From wiki regarding this song:
On the bootleg album Live on Sugar Mountain, released just days after the concert at which it was recorded (on February 1, 1971, at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion in Los Angeles), Young talks at length about the lyrics. He says that when he first wrote the song, he wrote 126 verses to it." Now, you can imagine that I had a lot of trouble figuring out what four verses to use... I was underneath the stairs at the time... Anyway, this verse that I wrote... It was the worst verse of the 126 that I wrote. So, I decided to put it in the song, just to give everybody a frame of reference as to, you know, what can happen. What I'm trying to say is, by stopping in the middle of the song, and explaining this to you, is that... I think it's one of the lamest verses I ever wrote. And, uhh...it takes a lotta nerve for me to get up here and sing it in front of you people. But, if when I'm finished singing, you sing the chorus 'Sugar Mountain' super loud, I'll just forget about it right away and we can continue."As Peak Stupidity's been telling ya'll for a long time, good lyrics can be nice, but with a great tune, they just don't matter. This is such a case. Without an internet and all earlier, I did not know this one line until today, when I finally looked it up:
It's so noisy at the fair,For the life of me, all I could make out of it was "...and the candy floss your head.", cause well, I get that they were at the fair and all, but... look, why didn't you translate it into American, if you're gonna move here, Neil? It's cotton candy! Ohhhhh... duh!
but all your friends are there,
and the candy floss you had,
and your mother and your dad.
I used to be able to play this on guitar - not too hard. I like the hammer-downs that Neil does on acoustic guitar, but his way of using the guitars for both melody and percussion is something I couldn't do.