To the Places We Lived

Recently, I found myself in a conversation with a friend of mine who, like me, is a poet and who, like me, lives in a neighborhood close to the neighborhood they grew up in. The conversation turned to staying, as it often does with me and my pals who are still firmly affixed to their towns, their blocks, their familiar corners of the world. We like to talk about how and why we remain somewhere, not as a means of justification, but as nudges, reminders, reaching back for something concrete after days, weeks, or months on the road. Or after a vacation to a smaller, quieter (or larger, louder) place that feels like – with a few tweaks – it could be our place. The familiar, fading in its joys and satisfactions, for a moment.

My pal, the poet, said something that I immediately knew I’d carry for a long time. I was telling them how much I liked walking around my block, how much I loved running into people who talked to me as if we were always in a conversation, and were just picking up where we left off, even if we’d never spoken before. “It’s being accounted for,” my pal said. “Having people who account for you is what allows you the opportunity to remember you’re alive.”

But, to the road and its many pleasures and horrors and familiarities (both wanted and unwanted,) there’s also the reality that home can be several places. For some of us, home must be several places. Home is not only where you’ve been, but it’s also where you stop moving, temporarily or permanently. Home is something that happens to you, at first. The thing you don’t choose and learn to love or learn to leave. Those aren’t the only two options (there are rarely only two options,) but those are the ones that I’ve endured the most.

I love Kasey Anderson’s writing – he’s a writer’s writer, which I often say about songwriters who tend to write as though they are building a narrative arc for a book within each song. I like an album that feels like a series of short stories, people fading in and out of stories, places crystalizing and then exiting, and then, perhaps, returning again in a way that is familiar but also entirely unique (as our returns to places sometimes go.) To the Places We Lived is an album that might, most easily, be categorized as a record that “feels like home,” and I do suppose that is true. But it’s worth complicating this idea, or at least broadening what it means to ascribe a feeling to home, and whether or not that feeling can be carried, and whether or not it can be carried comfortably.

For example, “Back To Nashville” is one of my favorite tunes on the record, not due to its tenderness, or its longing, but for its defiance, its approach to kind of soiling the romance of a musical mecca, but it is a defiance that is not totally scathing, not without gratitude. Gratitude for the experience of having passed through a place once, and defined your affection for another place by that process of passing through. But, for the sake of tenderness, there are songs like “Ellensburg,” which isn’t necessarily a traditional ode to a, quote, small town, but more of an ode to a person, or people, within a place.

Perhaps this is what I mean to say: Kasey Anderson is a writer who appreciates and understands the urgency of honoring a population within his songs. A population isn’t only people, but people are one of the main engines. A population is, sometimes a place, sometimes a memory, sometimes what living and moving around and laying down what feels like roots somewhere can offer. “Believers,” “Leave An Echo,” the album’s title track, all tunes that are, largely, populated by image, and image that is driven by memory, and memory, which is an ever-blossoming affection for what you knew once, or had once, but cannot touch again.

And, perhaps, that is what most succinctly unlocks the pleasure of spending time with this album, with these songs. Songs that are, in my mind, several short stories that braid together to form a joyfully cohesive collection, echoes of a life lived, and a life to come.

All of the writers I trust the most talk about their memories as if they know them to be fact, the only fact. Even if the manifestation of them can’t possibly be as crystalline as it actually was back then, when it happened, when the morning light crept in or when the night fell and you, running through it, felt briefly immortal. But to stretch our memories wide and make them bulletproof, beyond reproach, even, is to, once again, make sense of how and where we’ve lived. Where our homes have been. Home is such a flimsy concept, and yet it is a concept I firmly believe is worth clinging to. Because it’s not just about the architecture of a place. All of that shit is changing by the day, by the hour, old haunts are being torn down and, in their places, something is going up that some of us would never set foot in. That’s just the math of capital, of empire. And so, memory itself is the architecture. The people who dance through our memories are the architecture. Home is a construction of these smaller, interlinked affections. Which is, of course, why it can be rebuilt anywhere you choose for it to be. Which is, of course, why this album and its pursuits feel so refreshing. You are not in one place, there are pieces of you, everywhere.

 What my pal got correct in our conversation is the reality of being seen by someone. Being accounted for in a way that involves someone pointing, waving, or giving a nod. But, with any luck, you are maybe also accounted for in memory, you are also maybe accounted for in song. You are, hopefully, accounted for in the places that will outlive you.

HANIF ABDURRAQIB

BELIEVERS

 

sun come up this morning, sky was speckled blue and gold
it looked like something I took from a dream
a five-hundred-year-old painting some old master never sold
like a picture up there waiting for a frame
and I wondered for a moment about the colors that we see
how they’ll disappear and everything will end
and then I settled down and listened to you breathing next to me
and let my mind go drifting back again
to when you and me, we were believers
looking for the diamonds in the dust
and I made a promise I’d never leave you
I’ll be with you ‘til there’s nothing left but us

it was santa ana weather out where seasons never change
and I was running out of medicine and time
you said you couldn’t be my shelter but you didn’t mind the rain
so we’d be traveling together for a while
because you and me, we were believers
looking for the diamonds in the dust
and I made a promise I’d never leave you
I’ll be with you ‘til there’s nothing left but us

I’ve always been more left than right and further north than south
but lately I’ve been learning how to live
the first time that we kissed you took the poison from my mouth
now I think God that I had something more to give
you and me, we were believers
looking for the diamonds in the dust
and I made a promise I’d never leave you
I’ll be with you ‘til there’s nothing left but us.

lyrics and music — KA

LEAVE AN ECHO

I’ve come to be a witness to a murder in reverse
I was living on the border between the revelry and mourners
between the ocean and the thirst
and I’ve heard enough from the people who would speak
as if words of love could set anybody free,
and then refuse the touch of anything that might
stay long enough to leave

I’m a shadow constellation, I come twisting through your trees
for the hearts that held the worry, for the feet that had to hurry,
for the dogs who barked at me
if you get near enough, maybe you can see
there’s just fear and love, and it’s a matter of degree
and I’m scared to touch anything that might
stay long enough to leave
to leave an echo behind

I’m in the mood to be forgotten, and I must apologize again
I was looking for the words, I was looking for some mercy,
I was looking for a friend,
just trying to heal enough for the people who believe
you got to kneel for love, well I’ve been living on my knees
but I forget the touch of anything that might
stay long enough to leave
to leave an echo behind

lyrics and music — KA
based on/taken from “For the Dogs Who Barked at Me on the Sidewalks in Connecticut” by Hanif Abdurraqib

READYNOW

it came without a warning / the summer of the flood
and in the rising water, my mother and my father / buried everyone they loved
then seven years later / I screamed my way into the world
and it ain’t hard to believe that from the moment I could breath / I wanted to be heard
my mother sat me down, and she said, son / your grandfather’s gone but he left something in your blood
and I don’t want to see you lose it so I’ll teach you how to use it / if you’re readynow

my father traveled all is life / and for a while, I did the same
when my brother came along, I was already gone / we didn’t share nothing but a name
but he kept it all together / when the walls began to crack
when I couldn’t hold the line and the devil in my mind / pulled me further from the track
sometimes at night, I’d tell myself / you’re still somewhere under heaven, you don’t have to make it hell
you can break on through and find a little bit of blue / if you’re readynow

the years sped by / and the wheels kept coming off
I said the mirror was lying but / I just couldn’t stand what I saw

I still move from time to time / but I’m through living on the run
and when we’re near each other, you can see in me my mother / but I am my father’s son
and he don’t walk the way he used to / he gets quiet in the dark
but there’s a fire still inside him, I can see it in his eyes / even when it’s just a spark
and I found the hunger beneath the hurt / it took a little faith and it took a little work
and I lost a little time but the rest of it is mine / ‘cause I’m readynow

lyrics and music — KA

BACK TO NASHVILLE

 

I ain’t going back to Nashville, I’m happy where I live
I ain’t going back to Nashville, I’m happy where I live
some friends of mine made good out there and lord, I’m glad they did
but I ain’t going back to Nashville, I’m happy where I live

I spent some time in Fairview learning how to read and write
in a house the size of my hometown where the rooms were never quiet
the ghost of John the Gambler came to visit me at night
gave me a deck of cards and his gold tooth and then disappeared from sight
so I packed up and moved into the Hermitage Hotel
changed my name and changed my clothes, and found a tale to tell
nobody recognized me and that’s probably just as well
but I could’ve used some help when it came time to pay my bill

so I ain’t going back to Nashville, I’m happy where I live
I ain’t going back to Nashville, I’m happy where I live
some friends of mine made good out there and lord, I’m glad they did
but I ain’t going back to Nashville, I’m happy where I live

I found a place out on the east side where I kept my troubles hid
goin’ once around the weekend with some Grammy-winner’s kid
see I got that manic depression just like those Texas poets did
but it never felt all that romantic hidin’ underneath my bed
so I tried to cross the Cumberland and it soaked me to the bone
there was water all around me, I was out there all alone
maybe Jesus would’ve made it, man, but I sank like a stone
the I washed ashore without my boots and had to hitchike home

and I ain’t going back to Nashville, I’m happy where I live
I ain’t going back to Nashville, I’m happy where I live
some friends of mine made good out there and lord, I’m glad they did
but I ain’t going back to Nashville, I’m happy where I live

So I went back to Fairview where everything was free
the ghost of John the Gambler was waiting there for me
he said, you fooled ‘em for a while but it takes a thief to catch a thief
and I don’t care where you go, boy, just get out of Tennessee

now I ain’t going back to Nashville, I’m happy where I live
I ain’t going back to Nashville, I’m happy where I live
some friends of mine made good out there and lord, I’m glad they did
but I ain’t going back to Nashville

lyrics and music — KA

THE LOST PARADE

last night I led the lost parade
up to the house to see the mess I’d made
we filled every room with smoke
and hollered until the windows broke
it’s quiet now, the streets are bare
I see the image of you everywhere
in the back of my mind

the world is full of fools like me
hypnotized by reverie
I learned the liars’ and the lovers’ prayers
I offered both to God, God didn’t care
I was frozen, I was standing still
now I follow you through the space you fill
in the back of my mind

I’ve come to know the rising moon
(to know it always disappears to soon)
and now mercy’s near but never near enough,
time’s a ghost and so is love
the colors pass, the shadows fall
the memories dim but I keep it all
in the back of my mind

lyrics and music — KA

ELLENSBURG

you said there’s no sense living in the future or the past
well I never cared much for lines like that
you lit a cigarette and let it turn to ash
it flickered for a while but it didn’t last
so in a black t-shirt on a Dead Moon night
you leaned back and let the color run out of your eyes
there ain’t no way out of a town this size
so you got high enough to hover ‘cause you couldn’t fly
and for a moment you felt closer to the light
but there’s nothing in the air tonight

on Sunday nights you’d walk downtown
and stand in the circle with your arms held out
reaching for something to keep you around
it was working for a while but it ain’t working now
when you believed in answers they weren’t hard to find
but there’s nothing in the air tonight

you said there’s no sense living in the future or the past
well I never cared much for lines like that
like a lit cigarette before it turns to ash
you flickered for a while but it didn’t last
and each time you walk away there’s less you leave behind
and there’s nothing in the air tonight

lyrics and music — KA

PAINT IT GOLD

you can’t sleep at night
been having bad dreams
is there poison in your mind?
is it as wicked as it seems?
the fools stopped believing
everything they’d been told
and you can’t sell your silver
so you paint it gold

you coulda learned from your mother,
kept a low profile
but moving under cover,
it ain’t your style
you’re Lichtenstein, baby
your blues are too bold
now you can’t sell your silver
so you paint it gold

well it’s scorched earth now
it’s ashes and tar
you’ve been talking to loud
it’s quiet dogs bit hard
trying to learn another trick
but you’re getting too old
and you can’t sell your silver
so you paint it gold

lyrics and music — KA

START AGAIN

 

when the nights are blue and lonesome
and your eyes drift from the road
and you can find no place to turn
where do you go?
just tell me where to find you
and I’ll meet you there, my friend
and we can start again

ain’t it funny, the way things happen?
how time just slips away
you can’t change it, you can’t make it,
you just lose it day by day
but time, it moves in circles
so when you think you’ve reached the end,
you can start again

when the bells are ringing backwards
and the stones have turned to sand
and you think you’ve lost your touch
darling, take my hand
we’ll leave this place together
and somewhere up around the bend
we can start again

lyrics and music — KA

TO THE PLACES WE LIVED

I remember the last days of Brooklyn
it was summer, we were just kids
and in a blackout, the heat had surrounded the places we lived
and it kept us shut in
so we started chasing the ghosts of Great Jones Street
and lord, there were nights when our eyes couldn’t close
and days when we shook like the trains in the tunnels below
(and we sang)

hey, we change with the tide
we’re all just trying to hold on
it’s a strange, beautiful life
but when it’s gone, it’s gone

by the turn of the year, we had boarded the windows
the light between morning and midnight was gone
outside the skyline looked like a graveyard
she said, it’s time to move on (just like the song)
so we shivered through flyover country
and our blood caught fire when we hit the coast
she said if I could stay clean, she could stay close
(and we sang)

hey, we change with the tide
we’re all just trying to hold on
it’s a strange, beautiful life
but when it’s gone, it’s gone

these days the northwestern sky hangs above us
and when the rain falls, it settles us down
and the light between morning and midnight, it’s coming in now
it’s all around
maybe we’ll stay here forever
time will tell, heaven knows
so here’s to the places we lived, for now this is home
(and we sing)

hey, we change with the tide
we’re all just trying to hold on
it’s a strange, beautiful life
but when it’s gone, it’s gone

lyrics and music — KA