[FM] review of Pat Maloney's CD "The Loneliness Birds"
Kevin
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Sat, 18 Mar 2000 12:11:22 -0800
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A Review of the CD
"The Loneliness Birds"
by Pat Maloney
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"The Loneliness Birds"
by Pat Maloney
copyright 1992
Poke Music 6274
P.O. Box 1615
Dewey, AZ 86327
ph: (520)632-0064
mailto:indawind@primenet.com
This review is written by Kevin McCarthy, 1/00
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The preeminent impression after listening to Pat Maloney's very first
release is that his distinct gift for coupling words and presenting images
was solidly evident eight years ago back in 1992. Sometimes, he complies
and connects all the dots of his musical landscapes for his listeners.
Other times, he plays more of an impressionistic role and leaves
interpretation up to the beholder. His subject matter may or may not differ
from that of many singer-songwriters but he creates far more literate and
compelling visions than most. Witness the first two verses of his evocative
opening cut "Just Like Goodbye":
"It's just like my heart to break because you're leaving
And it's just like my hands to wring themselves with care
And it's just like my lips to hunger and my mind to question why
and it's just like my eyes to cry 'cause you're not there
It's like living in a lamp kept by Aladdin
There's only one whose touch can bring this fool to life
And if wishes were perfume I would fill this lonely room
with the smell of someone sinking out of sight..."
The freedom anthem "Except Without the Wings" offers a unique perspective.
Maloney sings in his verses:
"I will fly, I will. Up above the trees.
Perched upon the highest branch, consorting with the breeze.
I will soar and glide and flit from limb to limb;
maybe find a bluebird, take some notes from him...
I will fly, I will. I'll get a running start.
I'll sing and buzz like an arrow does
when it's heading for it's mark.
I will swoop and fall, whistle, scratch and sigh.
Hang like an exclamation point upon the parchment sky...
These feet made out of lead have always curbed my flight.
These concrete hands and this heart of sand have fixed my earthbound
flight
This world is but a snare and if I can kick free
I'd be like a bird then, except for gravity...."
"Gretl" offers puzzling but exquisite imagery throughout, with fiddle
backing deepening the mystery:
"I can see the bread crumbs you've left to mark the trail.
And I see the loaf you tore them from turn gray and stale.
I see you moving on unconscious of the trap.
Not knowing of the crows behind you eating up your map.
All the warnings you have heard of strangers in the woods
and all the lessons you've been taught don't do you any good.
As you hurry on you drop your last small piece of bread
and walk in without knocking on that house of ginger bread.
But it's you who writes the story; it's you who turns the page.
Will I be the wicked witch who locks you in your cage?
And as I reach out to touch you, will you turn without a word
and pass me out the tiny bone of some small flightless bird.
Or, will I be the woodsman with bright and shiny axe?
Who searches in the forest and finds your scattered tracks.
And after I have saved the day and freed you from your jail,
will we find the way home or another aimless trail?"
His chorus goes:
"But wait a minute
have I mixed up my nursery rhymes?
Have I confused my heroes with my heroines?
Might I be thinking of some different dotted line?
Could it be me who needs the rescuing?"
On the lamentful but sensuous road song "Highway (Don't Make A Good
Woman)," Maloney cleverly ties in elements of nature with human imagery:
"Mountains don't cut a good figure even with their giant breasts, River
don't make a good lover even though she rolls the best...Forest ain't soft
and caressing even with her cool green thighs, Freeway just teases all it's
lovers winking with her headlight eyes...Desert and plains are hotter than
the devil but their passion just leaves me drained, Creeks and streams got
marrying dreams, pregnant from morning rains..."
The most poignant offering is "The Loneliness Birds," containing a
description of the moment Maloney learned about the tragic, accidental
death of his 16-year-old son. Utilizing uillean pipes at song's end
heightens the mournfulness of this cut:
"Back when I was a kid.
Back when Jesus was young.
I played in the cricks.
He swam like a swan.
He showed me a trick:
how to disappear into song;
how to shorten your gaze
when the days got too long.
Then Jesus grew up
and we grew apart.
The thorns grew around
His Most Sacred Heart.
What I realize now,
that I didn't know then,
was the seeds of those thorns
had been planted by Man.
And the Loneliness Birds laid another stone egg in the nest of my
heart.
"There's police in the driveway!"
These words come from my wife.
I ran to the door
for the worst day of my life.
I knew what was coming,
I didn't have to be told.
The cops gave me the details
and my body went cold.
I remember a time
a few years ago.
My son got off the school bus,
it had just started to snow.
His coat was unbuttoned,
and as he walked up the drive
it was like watching a tear
sliding down from an eye.
And The Loneliness Birds laid another stone egg in the nest of my
heart.
I've watched my mother
at too many graves.
saying "Our Fathers",
singing "Amazing Grace",
walk away from the gravesite
in a sad single file,
meet a hundred kisses
with another brave smile..."
Maloney, continuing the theme of loss, follows with the poetic and pleaful
banjo, electric guitar and drums-driven "Light My Way, Mend My Heart."
Reaching a moving, concluding crescendo utilizing all three instruments, it
goes:
"I felt the rain against my cheek like a kiss
Why does every honest thing always peak then end like this?
With tears and sad farewells and the peal of funeral bells.
Ah, the piercing of a dart.
Light my way, mend my heart.
There's silver! There's silver in the sun. I'll cash it in.
I will ransom all these gifts; the ocean's thrum the planet's spin
And I will buy back with these jewels the songs of saints, the prayers
of fools.
Aha, is this how wisdom starts?
Light my way, mend my heart.
Tell me, does the wild bird like to sing? Does Picasso like to paint?
If only Michaelangelo had closed the ring; if only Joan of Arc would
faint.
I'd be free to seek and find, and the blind could lead the blind.
And the waters of oblivion could part.
Light my way, mend my heart.
I'm aching! I'm covered with a bruise the size of death.
Hurry! There's everything to lose; creation's gasp, a baby's breath.
I'll need it all; the candles and the matches.
Your thread, your needle and your patches.
At last, I'll see the Master's art.
Light my way, mend my heart.
Some of the best evidence of Maloney's gift is on display in the witty
"Heart Time." He sings:
"Last week with the moon all trembly and pale
my heart finally did it, he broke out of jail.
He made the big break, hid a file in his cake.
Sawed through the bars and hotwired three cars
and beat it on down to the banks of the lake.
Two sea gulls were grazing the docks and the beach.
My heart took a breather with the law out of reach.
He sat down on the pier, lit a smoke, drank a beer,
joined the gulls for a snack, licked his lips and sat back
and waited for the dawn's surly light to appear.
Now my heart's been an outlaw ever since he was young.
Thrown in jail by them bastards, the brain and the tongue.
He's been beat up and battered and shook every which way.
His wanted posters are on bumper stickers from here to L.A.
But with all of his problems he still pities the soul.
That poor fool got life with no chance for parole.
Now my heart has been thrown out of all the best bars.
Sang back-up vocals for all the big stars.
Played ball with the Yankees, and danced with Astaire,
played poker in Eden, won the pot with a pear.
Amd he could be happy, there'd be nothing he'd lack
if the rest of the body would just get off his back.
Last night with the sky all silent and black,
the brain and the tongue caught the heart in the act.
Dragged him back to his cell, locked him in, gave him hell
But this ain't no defeat. The heart's cool, he ain't beat.
He'll just plot and he'll plan 'til the day
when the brain and the tongue finally sees things his way."
While not as entirely consistent as his latest offering "Perfect Oblivous
Moon," "The Loneliness Birds" certainly has enough shining moments to merit
a high recommendation. The richness of Pat Maloney's wordings is
enchanting, leaving the listener with the knowledge of having experienced
something and someone special.
Maloney on lead vocals and acoustic guitar is assisted by Rosie Maloney on
backup vocals, cat-paws and tambourine; Steve Piper on electric guitar,
rickenbacker 12-string and backup vocals; John Dady on acoustic guitar,
mandolin, octave mandolin, bodhran and backup vocals; Joe Dady on fiddle,
banjo, harmonica, uillean pipes and whistle; Chuck Parnell on bass; and
Michael Plouffe on drums and percussion.
Track List:
* Just Like Goodbye
* Except Without The Wings
* Very Very Old Fitzgerald
* Gretl
* Highway Don't Make a Good Woman
* The Loneliness Birds
* Go Down Tom
* Light My Way, Mend My Heart
* Heart Time
* The Ghost of Billy Fink
* Goodnight Irene Again
* American Dollar
* Floating Away
All songs by Pat Maloney.
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