Mischief and Thunder

Misunderstood Is My Favorite Kind

As a lifelong die hard I tend to enjoy that which the casual listener avoids. Below describes two stunning examples of songs the critics failed to praise as if they forgot that our vices are the shining light of the human condition.

“One in a Million” Guns N’ Roses, GNR Lies

A lot has been written about this song, very little is positive. Most critics found themselves taking moral stands against the bigotry portrayed, completely ignoring the brilliant composition. From the opening whistle to the interplay of Izzy’s seething electric guitar and Slash’s spanish-esque solos you barely notice the lack of heavy percussion or bass. The layer of piano that seeps in near the end of the song is a gunner first, symbolically marking the end the band’s democracy and gradual decline from the hardest band in the world. Axl wrote this song solo and it is rumoured he did so on a guitar that he barely knew how to play, an astonishing feat to say the least. I should probably tell you to ignore the “racey” lyrics but to do so would be a travesty. One in a million is a rare look inside the then 26 year old W. Axl Rose’s psyche and its numerous demons. The violence and anger exuded is woven delicately into sentimental and melody rich blues song. The stark contrast of subject in the chorus compared to that of the verses reflects the volatility and duality of his infamous mental struggles. One tells the compassionate story of watching a loved one falling deeper into drug dependency, the other a ferocious assault of angst, contradiction, and hate. At the very least one must respect the level honesty the tortured genius wrote with. Although roughly half the lines make me cringe, Axl’s roaring climax is a flood of talent and passion that can’t be ignored. Goethe once wrote that “Boldness has genius power and magic in it” and I can’t disagree.

“Hey Negrita” Rolling Stones, Black and Blue

Hey Negrita is like breakfast wine, a one way ticket to decadence. The reggae, latin, and funk influences are sewn together into a playful jam perfect for impromptu afternoon dance party on a desolate beach. Like all great Stones songs the blues are the foundation and amidst the writhing rhythms lazily complex guitar riffs weave in and out of old west era piano trills. The intention was clearly to have the piano fill in for a steel drum, but to their credit the saloon feel better suits both the song and the band. “Hey Negrita” may be my favorite vocal performance from Mick on a non-live album. He is normally so calculated it is refreshing to see him let loose in screaming scat like improvisation as if his pipes were just another instrument. The lyrics were considered controversial, though the deep redundancy of puritanical objections to passionate music began well before even the delta blues were created. Hats off to Mick for creating this lyrical gem, “See the gleam in your mouth. See the steel in your thighs”, every bachelor worth his weight in testosterone can relate. The song is clear inspiration to many that followed, most easily noted the above mentioned Guns N’ Roses. Try listening to “You’re Crazy” from the GNR Lies album and not see the direct influence. In 1976 it seemed the entire rock world was consumed by the influx of reggae, and although many made attempts to infuse rock with the jamaican melodies only the Stones and to a lesser extent Led Zeppelin (D’yer Mak’er) really pulled it off. Just try to keep your hips still while this one blares…no need to ask why they are in fact the greatest rock and rollers of all time.