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"Marley Purt Drive" by The Bee Gees
Curated by: Natalie Silver
Spotify: bit.ly/MarleyPurtDriveTheBeeGees
Genre: #classicrock
It was during the early 2000s when I first started to mold my own apparatus of morality and taste, growing up in a chaotic and loving household under two pseudo-Dead Head, radicalized UC Berkeley-grad parents. I was lucky to have the freedom and support to find myself, and our household was relatively lawless and areligious, minus some blaring exceptions and basic enforcements of human decency.
Basically, it was “Love thy neighbor…except for George Bush…oh and also, Disco SUCKS.”
So, I was very surprised later on in life to be rummaging through my parents’ vinyl collection and find the ornate red velvet album cover sandwiched between The Mamas & the Papas and Joni Mitchell records with the single word “Odessa” underlining the name of a band that I only knew as the poster child of ‘70s disco mania.
I would later find out that the album wasn’t my parents’. It was my grandpa’s—a classic rock fundamentalist and likely the first old dude with a Jew Fro to be blasting the songs of the early ’60s and its cultural revolution at max volume down San Vicente Boulevard—and his album certainly wasn’t disco.
Before the Bee Gee’s reached colossal fame and disco divinity, they were another English rock group of three brothers—Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibbs. Until 1975 when they dramatically changed their sound, the trio was heavily influenced by early rock, R&B, and even country.
The 1969 Odessa double record is my absolute favorite album of theirs—it is a mosaic of prog rock, classic rock and folk, and it’s lurking dark star is the B-side’s first track, “Marley Purt Drive,” which features a country violinist and banjo player and pays homage to the American country music the three brothers were listening to at the time.
“Marley Purt Drive” is a classic rock interpretation of country’s sound and structure, clearly mimicking the genre’s trop of complete storytelling with a beginning, middle and end.
This particular narrative is a resigned and reflective one, striking a tender chord between nonchalant self-deprecation and pure desperation. It tells the story of a man living in poverty with 15 kids, who goes on a drive to escape the chaos on a Sunday, only to come back and “realize his fate” that he had 20 more kids.
Throughout the song, he earnestly processes the brief lust for self-fulfillment, then the sacrifice of that individuality, and finally the impossible responsibility of his circumstance. He’s just a man with good values and too many damn kids, singing through the realization that he lost himself somewhere in the noise in an introspective soliloquy and concession to his fate.
The experience of hearing Barry’s melodic, angelic voice removed from the background of disco frills is riveting. The humble and sad narrative serves the dual effect of humanizing the song’s character, but also more importantly, the band itself – providing a raw, untouched and intimate look into the band’s soul and roots – something that would be masked over with synth and pop and glitter and drum machines less than a decade later—an glitz that would redefine the group and render them unrecognizable from their early sound.
This is a sweet song—one of those universal art forms with the power to invoke nostalgia in everyone it touches, like a lullaby that a loved one sang to you back when you were steadfastly starting to form your radical tastes and your own unique apparatus of morality.
Rock With This helps you discover your new favorite songs. We deliver the best of what's breaking and uncover the left behind tracks that need to be heard. Subscribe for more music, it's free. ;) And check us out at http://rockwiththis.com.
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"Marley Purt Drive" by The Bee Gees
Curated by: Natalie Silver
Spotify: bit.ly/MarleyPurtDriveTheBeeGees
Genre: #classicrock
It was during the early 2000s when I first started to mold my own apparatus of morality and taste, growing up in a chaotic and loving household under two pseudo-Dead Head, radicalized UC Berkeley-grad parents. I was lucky to have the freedom and support to find myself, and our household was relatively lawless and areligious, minus some blaring exceptions and basic enforcements of human decency.
Basically, it was “Love thy neighbor…except for George Bush…oh and also, Disco SUCKS.”
So, I was very surprised later on in life to be rummaging through my parents’ vinyl collection and find the ornate red velvet album cover sandwiched between The Mamas & the Papas and Joni Mitchell records with the single word “Odessa” underlining the name of a band that I only knew as the poster child of ‘70s disco mania.
I would later find out that the album wasn’t my parents’. It was my grandpa’s—a classic rock fundamentalist and likely the first old dude with a Jew Fro to be blasting the songs of the early ’60s and its cultural revolution at max volume down San Vicente Boulevard—and his album certainly wasn’t disco.
Before the Bee Gee’s reached colossal fame and disco divinity, they were another English rock group of three brothers—Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibbs. Until 1975 when they dramatically changed their sound, the trio was heavily influenced by early rock, R&B, and even country.
The 1969 Odessa double record is my absolute favorite album of theirs—it is a mosaic of prog rock, classic rock and folk, and it’s lurking dark star is the B-side’s first track, “Marley Purt Drive,” which features a country violinist and banjo player and pays homage to the American country music the three brothers were listening to at the time.
“Marley Purt Drive” is a classic rock interpretation of country’s sound and structure, clearly mimicking the genre’s trop of complete storytelling with a beginning, middle and end.
This particular narrative is a resigned and reflective one, striking a tender chord between nonchalant self-deprecation and pure desperation. It tells the story of a man living in poverty with 15 kids, who goes on a drive to escape the chaos on a Sunday, only to come back and “realize his fate” that he had 20 more kids.
Throughout the song, he earnestly processes the brief lust for self-fulfillment, then the sacrifice of that individuality, and finally the impossible responsibility of his circumstance. He’s just a man with good values and too many damn kids, singing through the realization that he lost himself somewhere in the noise in an introspective soliloquy and concession to his fate.
The experience of hearing Barry’s melodic, angelic voice removed from the background of disco frills is riveting. The humble and sad narrative serves the dual effect of humanizing the song’s character, but also more importantly, the band itself – providing a raw, untouched and intimate look into the band’s soul and roots – something that would be masked over with synth and pop and glitter and drum machines less than a decade later—an glitz that would redefine the group and render them unrecognizable from their early sound.
This is a sweet song—one of those universal art forms with the power to invoke nostalgia in everyone it touches, like a lullaby that a loved one sang to you back when you were steadfastly starting to form your radical tastes and your own unique apparatus of morality.
