Scott Walker Sunday Sampler 3/18

Hey! Listen!




Here’s Scott Walker. If you have no idea who he was, click on his name and learn about him. His life details aren’t important, his singing is. He’s a guilty pleasure of mine, something I don’t announce to people upon first meeting them. Although when I think about it, maybe I should.

New Guy: “Hi, I’m New Guy.”
Me: “I like Scott Walker. He’s best to listen to when it rains with a glass of 18 year old scotch in one hand and a Marlboro in the other.”
New Guy: “…um…”

Yes. I definitely need to do that from now on.

I’m telling you, if you haven’t spent some time mourning the loss of a relationship or celebrating your newfound freedom from a relationship while listening to a Scott Walker album, then you are missing one of life’s great Moments.

One thing, though: you MUST have a drink while listening and it should probably be nighttime. Beer is okay too.

You don’t have to be suffering a breakup either. Sometimes it’s just good to let his golden pipes fill your living room with the ether of baritone crooning. His magic is just as potent with your better half in the room with you. Still, you should probably both be drinking, maybe slow dancing, but absolutely drinking.

(Warning: the next statement involves France and might be snobby.)

I was introduced to Scott in France in ’96. The song was “Jackie” and I was immediately hooked. You know how you sometimes think of the 60s and picture the smooth operator on stage, tight pants, great hair, and a tragic song of love and loss but with a catchy hook? That’s him.

I don’t bust him out every night or even every week, but every now and then I need my dose of Scott.

Scott Walker isn’t groovy, he wraps groovy up in rolling papers and smokes it in a pub with a pint - with really big sunglasses on.

-J-