In order to not completely burn myself out on the new Morrissey disc, World Peace is None of your Business, which I could easily listen to a thousand times until I need to move on, I have been mixing it up with some Frank Sinatra. I especially like Sinatra’s music where he is drowning in gloom. This would be on albums like Only the Lonely and No One Cares. These are albums filled with maudlin songs full of despair over lost love. Unlike teenage pop songs, where no matter how sad the music is you know that they will eventually be OK, because they are young and will bounce back, this is music for adults, where all hope has gone out of the window. In teenage pop, which I love as well, it feels like a tragedy, but we know it is not. On these Sinatra albums they are the sound of a middle age man running out of time to correct his mistakes. In fact, the narrator of each song, may be out of time, forever destined to walk the earth bearing the grief of his lost love, like Marley’s Ghost with his chains.
When things go this jet black, maybe it’s just me, but I also feel like they go through the looking glass and cross over to a certain kind of gallows humor. This in no way dims the true sadness of these records, nor do I mean it in any kind of ironic sense as if I’m smirking at the albums. But tragedy and comedy have always been very close to me. It is through this sort of transition between tragedy and dark, dark comedy, that emotional release comes and the records actually become therapeutic. Instead of wallowing in the despair of the narrator, as voyeurs into the world of the narrator, we can exercise our own emotions and transcend them.