{"id":17,"date":"2004-11-01T12:00:55","date_gmt":"2004-11-01T17:00:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/briantroutman.com\/experimental\/?p=17"},"modified":"2010-02-10T19:19:39","modified_gmt":"2010-02-11T00:19:39","slug":"alice-childress-ben-folds-five","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/briantroutman.com\/land\/alice-childress-ben-folds-five\/","title":{"rendered":"Alice Childress &#8211; Ben Folds Five"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_52\" style=\"width: 260px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-52\" class=\"size-full wp-image-52\" title=\"Ben Folds Five\" src=\"http:\/\/briantroutman.com\/land\/wp-content\/uploads\/2004\/11\/ben_folds_five.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"250\" height=\"250\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-52\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Ben Folds Five<\/p><\/div>\n<p>In the mid 1990s, a trio from Chapel Hill, North Carolina emerged from the local NC indie-rock scene to national prominence. Interestingly enough, Ben Folds Five was set apart from other groups by what it lacked: a guitar player. Instead, the band&#8217;s high-powered tunes were fueled by the masterwork of namesake pianist Ben Folds, a master at the ivories who could probably one-up the likes of Elton John and Billy Joel in the realm of pop piano.<\/p>\n<p>The group&#8217;s self-titled 1995 debut album features a dozen tightly crafted songs, most with a comically impish streak. The antics are partially (and I should stress not fully) balanced by a couple of more sedate and serious numbers, including the contemplative &#8220;Alice Childress.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Much of the song&#8217;s greatness stems from the bold yet somewhat muted construction of its fairly simple and straightforward instrumentation. The listener is drawn into the crescendo of the piano as it swells in a musical statement to a conclusion and is encapsulated as gentile waves of cymbals crest and recede into silence.<\/p>\n<p>As the instrumental element goes a long way toward creating an atmosphere, the vocals give a face to the nearly intangible sentiments behind the music. The recurring refrain, &#8220;try not to think about it, Alice Childress; try not to think about it anymore&#8221; admits the difficulties that life presents, but implores the listener not to dwell upon them. The lyrics consider dilemmas from inconsequential thoughts (&#8220;I think about my friends; sometimes I wish they lived out here, but they wouldn&#8217;t dig this town&#8221;) to serious incidents (&#8220;some dude just knocked me cold and left me on the sidewalk, took everything I had.&#8221;)<\/p>\n<p>Some solutions are proposed (&#8220;you can blow it off and say there&#8217;s good in nearly everyone,&#8221;) but the realization is clear: trouble is inherent in life, and no one can possibly understand why everything happens. Nobody can know why tragedy strikes decent people; it just does. But somehow, understanding that you are not alone brings a sort of melancholy comfort, even in the midst of tribulation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the mid 1990s, a trio from Chapel Hill, North Carolina emerged from the local NC indie-rock scene to national prominence. 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