Telegraph Road
One of the many consolations about running your own not-for-profit[1] wiki is you can decide what the hell to put on it. The JC loves guitars as you all know, and does like a good rock song.
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Radio with pictures
As a young fellow growing up in the 1980s, the rock band Dire Straits was about as uncool as could possibly be. Not only because it was a colossal global dinosaur (“so commercial”, we sneered, and went back to our bootlegged tapes of Joy Division gigs in Belgium),[2] but because its music was so unapologetically middle of the road; its band-members so square.
I was disabused of my foolish notion by way of epiphany, watching a documentary about the late Australian painter Brett Whiteley sometime, I think, in the late 1980s or early 1990s. In it, Whiteley was filmed at work in his studio, an enormous canvas on the floor, Jackson Pollock style (I recall it was of sea-birds, but I may well be confusing that with something else). Before he started work, he cued up Dire Straits’ 1982 epic Telegraph Road on his turntable, and turned it up very loud. Seeing the song in this context — seeing how, a troubled, gifted artist like Whiteley heard it, put it in a very different context.[3]
So, short advice: to get the most out of Telegraph Road, put yourself in a place of maximum potential exhilaration — up a high mountain, or driving fast through the desert (our favourite locales include the Desert Road in New Zealand’s Central Plateau, or the McKenzie Country, in her southern wilds, and the Mojave desert driving from L.A. to Vegas).
Mark Knopfler is, of course, a virtuoso. What you learn from this is how less is more: his Fender amps, just gently clipping, have more throat, muscle and menace than a battalion of wildly saturated rectified amps that were in vogue with the metal bands of the day.
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- ↑ I should say this is not necessarily by choice, and this may in some parts be due to my desire to put whatever the hell I want on it.
- ↑ Gruftgesaegne, as I recall.
- ↑ I’ve not been able to find the documentary online — if anyone recognises it let me know.