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Jolene

April 17, 2008

It’s a great name. Sounds a little Southern. “A modern creation, formed from the elements jo and lene” (according to behindthename.com, that is). I’m writing a post about this name because it has come to my attention that two artists, from different time periods and genres, have songs entitled “Jolene.” The interesting thing is that both of these songs are excellent. Really.

Mostly everyone (or at least mostly everyone I know) is familiar w/ Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” off the album Jolene. In this song, the fair-skinned, red-locked temptress Jolene is attempting to steal Dolly’s husband. That’s the gist. The song is a plea by Dolly to Jolene to not take her husband. A sampling:

“Your beauty is beyond compare,
with flaming locks of auburn hair,
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.

He talks about you in his sleep
There’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene.”

It’s clear that Jolene is so alluring, that Dolly’s husband cannot resist her. Through her lyrics, Dolly does a great job of telling us about Jolene; though her appearance seems to be superior, I detect a subtext of financial superiority as well (as Dolly’s humble roots have been well documented).

Anyway, my point is, the name Jolene is repeated 26 times; plus it’s the name of the song and the album. When I think of the name Jolene, I do not, say think of Jolene P* from high school (who was quite popular and athletic, I believe). I think of this red-haired whore.

Ray LaMontagne, whom I have much less personal knowledge of, also has a song called “Jolene.” In this song, Ray laments about the loss of his gal, Jolene, due to his reluctance to get clean and sober. Example:

“Jolene
I ain’t about to go straight
It’s too late
I found myself face down in the ditch
Booze on my hair
Blood on my lips
A picture of you, holding a picture of me
in the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don’t know what love means.”

Sadly, it seems that Ray (or his narrator) is too far gone with his cocaine and alcohol addictions to stay with Jolene. She remains as a sad reminder of his previous life. Maybe Ray could have used a Jolene as memorable and alluring as Dolly’s to hold his attention away from his vices.

I’m not sure I have a point in comparing these two songs other than I find it interesting such a unique name inspired two very different, very intense, and well-crafted songs that are clearly poignant to their respective singer-songwriters.

If I meet a Jolene in the future, maybe there will be a sonic triptych.

*Since I initially posted this on myspace, Jolene P from high school messaged me to say that she had come across my blog post (nice privacy, myspace) after googling herself. She had no idea who I was, btw.

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A Green, Waterlogged Cake

April 17, 2008

OK, so some of you know that several months ago I was shocked to discover the very racy lyrics to a song of my early adolescence, “All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You” by Heart. Essentially, this song is about the narrator, a woman, picking a hitchhiker up off the side of a rode, screwing his brains out (or, rather, him screwing her’s out, hence the line “he brought the woman out of me /so many times, easily”), with the express purpose of him knocking her up so she and her man at home (who, by assumption, shoots blanks) can have a baby. Whew.

I’m not sure what I thought this song was about back in the day; however, I think it brings to light a behavior of mine – to completely not register song lyrics. I mean, I know the words to the song, I just don’t always (or, um, ever, really) put them together in a comprehensive sort of way.

This was made clear again the other day. As some of you know, I recently stopped pirating my wireless from unaware neighbors (it was not an ethical epiphany, they either moved away or password protected their networks); anyway, my new ridiculously strong wireless signal allows me to watch things on YouTube that previously would’ve taken minutes to download…now in mere seconds! So, I am seriously catching up on random YouTube searching, and in order to whet my Donna Summer issues, I have been watching a wide variety of her performances from the 70s through the 00s. Thrilling, let me tell you.

So, this whole lyric conundrum thing reared its head when I was watching a video of “MacArthur Park” from 1978, a song that I love because of its start-off-slow-get-all-discoey sensibility. Anyway, I was humming along, mouthing the lyrics when I realized what I was saying. Example:

“MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down…
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
’cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!”

It’s about…a cake? I mean, I know it’s a metaphor and all, but this totally soul-wrenching-into-booty-shaking classic is about a green (yuck) cake that was left out in the rain. If that’s the image you choose to represent your love, maybe it wasn’t meant to be after all.

This also makes me smile:
” Between the parted pages
we were pressed,
in love’s hot, fevered iron
like a striped* pair of pants.”

Only because you know those were some booty-huggin’, bell-bottomed striped pants. That’s how Donna rolls.

* Donna sings stripe-ed here. Love it.