I once found myself in deep conversation
With a songwriter who’s known not so much through the nation
But whose songs will be known to everyone here
And the more interesting parts of the world’s blogosphere
Sitting just chatting and shooting the breeze
Their setlist half-written, their guitar at my knees
“Tell me a story…drop me a name..
…give me an insight ‘to your wee world of fame
Spare me no details…spare me them none,
but what’s the most rock ‘n roll thing that you’ve done?“
They thought for an instant then immediately said,
“I can tell you this story because the subject is dead.
I was somewhere on tour, in a van, not a plane
And I found myself sitting beside Kurt Cobain
One thing led to another, there’s no-one to blame
But I found myself doing cocaine with Cobain
Yes, I found myself doing cocaine with Cobain.”
Nirvana – Dumb
I’ve always loved ‘Dumb‘ from In Utero. The full album is, for many, Nirvana’s masterpiece; raw, ragged, expertly captured on tape by the royalty-waiving Steve Albini. The band is on top form. Slabs of floor-shaking, earth-quaking bass guitar, anvil-heavy drumming that sounds live and in the room, shards of abrasive, metallic, blowtorch guitar surfing violently across the rhythm section, the band’s loud/quiet/loud template caustically Brillo Padded out of all recognition by Albini’s crucial touch.
Thirty years ago it * sounded quite brilliant. Now, I need to be in a particular mood to indulge myself in it…and I ain’t been in a stinking mood like that since about 1994. It’s too screamy, too raw for me nowadays. If I want screamy I’ll take Surfer Rosa‘s more visceral moments. Raw? Gimme Flip Your Wig, thanks very much. (* you can apply this take to the Manics’ Holy Bible album also).
But Dumb is still box-fresh magic, the polite wee brother of Nevermind‘s Lithium. Where Lithium roars, Dumb whispers. Where Lithium soars (and by God, it soars), Dumb remains grounded. Discipline is required for this. Any gang of itchy-fingered musicians will, given half a chance, thrash and roar their way to the finish line. Nirvana could do that in spades. On Dumb though, they applied a different approach.
Clean strummed electric guitar that’s a happy pill away from breaking into Shocking Blue’s Venus, a resigned and slowly sighing cello, Krist’s choppy and thunking bassline and Dave’s steady head-nodding beat carrying it forward. Great cymbals. No fuzz. No Big Muff. No pedals at all. The dynamics are all in the playing and arrangement and it kills. Kurt’s vocals crack in parts, but considering the issues he was going through at the time, he’s in remarkably fine voice. His vocal is fantastic, in fact; controlled, measured, tuneful. Really sensational. There’s a great double-tracked vocal (1 min 09s) where he harmonises with both himself and the cello in that eerie and strange way he does, creating a ghostly third note and elevating the track instantly to one of Nirvana’s best.
The lyric? You can interpret that how you like. Some folk will (naturally) say it’s about Cobain’s addictions. Me? I think it’s saying that if you could really see how messed up the world is, you’d never be happy. Only dumb people are happy because they don’t have the capacity for deep thought. It’s a lyric that, if interpreted this way, rings true to this day and quite possibly forever more.
I bet you’d forgotten how great Dumb was. And still is. The real deal.
Plain Or Pan 