The manager for Allison Crowe, the artist whose cover of a Jewel song spurred the previous fever dream-ette of a post, tweeted today in response to a little back-and-forth I had about Jewel, bears, and lyrics.
I know we’re all immune to hyperbole by now. But I just need to put it down here that the internet felt great and promising, just for a decently long moment, today.
As often happens, a cover version of a song has revealed something important about the original song. In this case, it involves bears.
Anyways, her biggest hit, “Who Will Save Your Soul,” is wonderfully covered by Allison Crowe (as I first heard on an episode of Coverville). The voice and instrumentation are different, and the feel is slightly tweaked; it’s just slightly more aggressive, perhaps.
Also, I can understand the lyrics now. And, folks, I am sorry to say, the key couplet of the chorus is not:
Who will save your soul / when it comes to the bears, now
Per Ms. Crowe and one of those janky lyrics sites, I find that Jewel’s hypothetical is about soul-saving when it comes to flowers, not bears. I was never quite sure what Jewel was sweetly murmuring at the end of that line, but my best guess was bears.
It seems incongruous (read: nuts), but the whole song is about these shallow, fame-chasing, fake-fulfilled people in Hollywood, right? Well, bears would really ruin their day. Bears, as I understand from living some in the Adirondacks and watching Grizzly Man, do not care about many things. Particularly, bears do not care about one’s looks, Instagram followers, restaurant reservations. They often care only about how many calories are stored in your calves and forearms.
In my version, bears were peerless destroyers of pretense. Bears enacted their revenge on the descendants of those who clear-cut their habitats to put up boutique purse stores. It was bears, you see, because Jewel grew up in Alaska, where bears are very much a matter of some concern.
Bears are far less guilty of conspicuous consumption than the targets of Jewel’s poetic angst. They consume salmon and small game, but it’s only conspicuous if you happen to be there with them, in the river or woods (RUN).
Anyways, that’s how it worked out in my teenage head, and I never really bothered to fix that memory when the internet became readily available.
I’m sorry that it didn’t work out between us, “Who Will Save Your Soul.” I was just expecting bears, not flowers. See you on Sirius channel 9 some time.
I wanted to link to a cute, goofy, People-ish story here about Jewel turning 40. But a Google News search bought only headlines about her “stunning beach bod” at her age. So there is that. ↩
Even if we’re working hard to become better entrepreneurs or employees, we need to work as equally hard, or more so, in communicating who we are, what we do, and how we can help. We need to learn how to write better, even if it’s a simple email. We need to become better teachers, so we can build audiences of our own.
That way, when the time is right, opportunity will know our name.
It’s not your job to bear witness to the hate of every idiot who managed to sign up for a Twitter account. It’s certainly not your job to respond to them and correct them. Focus your intentions on things that can actually bring about change, focus your intentions on seeking to understand and empathize rather than shouting someone down in 140 characters.http://emilyvgordon.tumblr.com/post/96097636920/twitter
Do you have time?
Ian McCulloch (Echo and the Bunnymen): “All my other mates at school would say, ‘Did you see that bloke on Top Of The Pops?’ He’s a right faggot, him!’ And I remember thinking, ‘You pillocks’…It made me feel cooler.” (via BBC - Seven Ages of Rock - Events - Bowie performs ‘Starman’ on TOTP)