Monday 12.20.10

Jet.

Song Lyrics. Musical performances. People who write them and perform them. Time.

Maybe the way I write this makes about as much sense. A couple of Saturday Night Lives ago, 68.5 year old Paul McCartney was the musical guest. I like Paul, always have. I enjoyed and continue to enjoy Beatles music and trivia. As I was watching the show he performed the song “Jet” which was written by Paul and Linda in 1973 or 1974 before the album “Band on the Run” came out. I remember the song. Very catchy tune.

Recently, I’ve been listening and trying to pay attention to a lot of this music and completely understand that this stuff is created not only by highly creative minds but highly creative minds on highly mind altering substances from time to time. Maybe this is the reason this song – cool as it is –  is pretty fucking stupid. It is almost as stupid as the phone conversation I just had with some guy from “New Jersey” (India) who keeps calling me to try and sell me Viagra and Cialis and some other medication for insomnia. After trying to tie this dick head up on the phone for too long I finally suggested that he take me off of the calling list. Evidently the only way for them to do this is for me to place an order – then he says they won’t call for another year. Man, did I ever laugh at that. I expect they’ll call again soon. But… this has noting much to do with “Jet.”

Anyway:

Jet, Jet, Jet

I can almost remember
The funny faces
That time you told me
That you were going to be marrying soon

And jet, I thought
The only lonely place was on the moon

Jet, ooh, Jet, ooh

Jet, was your father as bold
As a Sergeant Major?
Oh, how come he told you
That you hardly old enough yet?

And Jet, I thought the Major
Was a Lady Suffragette

Jet, ooh, Jet, ooh

Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me
Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me
Ah, mater, much later

Jet

And Jet, I thought the Major
Was a little Lady Suffragette

Jet, ooh, Jet, ooh

Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me
Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me
Ah, mater, much later

Jet, with the wind in your hair
Of a thousand laces
Climb on the back and we’ll
Go for a ride in the sky

And Jet I thought that the Major
Was a little Lady Suffragette

Jet, ooh, Jet, ooh

And Jet, you know, I thought
You was a little Lady Suffragette

Jet, ooh

A little lady
My little lady, yes

Ok, Maybe it was about a dog, John Lennon, had something to do with David Bowie or maybe someone was just fitting gibberish into a cool tune. There’s a lot of debate if you want to look for it. Just what the hell is “mater?”

I watched the SNL version and was disappointed. First I was disappointed in the fact that Paul, now a relic, does not have the snap that he used to have. Looking back at a 1976 Wings concert clip on YouTube, I did not care that the song makes no sense – he rocked it. This SNL version reminded me of when SCTV used to parody Perry Como.

Perhaps it was SNL’s sound system. Perhaps.

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