One week ago I loaded my family into the car and we went on a 3 hour round trip for the rare privilege of hearing the music of Prince George's philosopher-king Raghu Lokanathan at a punk house in Chilliwack. Now, of course I wasn't together enough to record another Raghu cover in time to promote this show, but while he's still rattling around in my brain, I can process him by interpreting another one of his eternal classics.
This was his top-tier material when I met him at ArtsWells in the late noughties, and it's a tour de force of something it's hard to put your finger on. The meat of the song is a dead simple two-chord progression, the text a tale of plucky perseverence in the face of adversity, the chorus a gratifying concession to intrusive thoughts. The amazing thing about Raghu's songs is that you may be hanging on every word expecting to learn something about the writer's biography, but unless you are privy to his between-song banter, you will never have any idea what any of the songs are about, because to the best of my knowledge none of them are biographical in any kind of straightforward fashion. Instead, he's spinning yarns, sometimes allegorical, sometimes adaptations of the experiences of other people or tales from thousands of years ago.
But it's great!