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Friday, July 15, 2016
Eric Burdon: House Of The Rising Sun (2011)
Eric Burdon & band perform “House of the Rising Sun” at the San Javier International Jazz Festival, in Spain on July 22nd, 2011. This is an old English ballad turned Black folk-song about the trials and tribulations of human beings seeking that which is not easily found, leading to a life of lost or missed opportunity and the dissolution of dreams. Poor execution of good intentions or some variation of some unfeeling management thought bubble or some neuroscience brain scan does not explain it in a human way, but it makes its practitioners/adherents feel good and smart, and righteous.
(Can it be true that some people never get a fair shake, that life for these poor souls is almost always unfair?)
Sure, got it, so let’s deny these poor souls more (and give them less), because their lack makes the haves (in particular the ones who hold the reins of power and influence) feel uncomfortable and angry; these decision-makers have as much feeling and insight into the broad and multi-faced human condition as the walking dead. Even so, there is no desire to meet it head on, only a ignorant pretense to do so in some rare cases. The fear is too great. In other words, there is no light, no insight, no feeling. It cannot be genuinely manufactured or summoned, but it can be cheaply and crudely made, which is good enough for most.
Some, however, desire more and will take the dare. So, this song speaks of the genuine. Whether this place, House of the Rising Sun, is real or fictitious matters less than the stories and emotions it evokes, spilling over into the present. Few actively seek moral failure, but many find it for various reasons, finding themselves alone. condemned and unloved. It has happened to the best of us. What is noteworthy and full of irony is that a rising sun speaks of the start of another day.
You can view the performance of The Animals from >50 years ago, in 1964, [here]; and listen to Bob Dylan, in 1962, [here]; and there is also the incomparable Nina Simone, in 1962, [here].