ByRandy Newman is best known for his satirical character studies. You’ve heard them, of course: “Rednecks,” “My Life is Good,” “Political Science.” They’re portraits of deluded narrators who cling desperately to an outmoded or unpleasant or immoral idea: racism or narcissism or jingoism. Those songs succeed by illustrating how people rationalize their own monstrosity. These are the Randy Newman songs that get the most ink, because they demand the highest level of critical intervention.And people just love to intervene in those songs. Many years ago, in college, I took a class on vernacular American humor, and I wrote a paper on “Rednecks,” and specifically about how the song shifts in the middle from the redneck perspective (“Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show / With some smart-ass New York Jew”) to a broader social critique that implicates that redneck perspective (Newman lists all the urban ghettos in which African-Americans are “free to be put in a cage”). The teacher was a grad student who had long hair and glasses and cited Lyotard in casual conversation. I don’t remember a tremendous amount about the class, but I do know that it seemed at times labored, if well-intentioned, and that it cured me of thinking too much about Newman’s comic mechanism.
As much as I enjoy his most Mephistophelean rhetorical moves (it’s difficult to overestimate the pleasure of a surgical strike like “I Just Want You To Hurt Like I Do,” in which Newman lays bare one of the most basic of human needs), I leave it to others to compare him with Twain and Stephen Foster and Melville’s Confidence Man. I leave it to others to speculate on what it meant for Newman, in 1970, to sing the explicitly racist “Underneath the Harlem Moon” (which posits a sentimental brand of racism, but racism nonetheless) or, for that matter, to release “Yellow Man” during the Vietnam War. I leave it to others to investigate how these songs do or don’t dovetail with Newman’s own (rare) exploration of his own ethnic identity, which is treated most explicitly on the Land of Dreams album. What I’ll do, instead, is list a few reasons I’m thankful for Newman and his talent. I’m thankful that he loves a wide variety of American music, blues and jazz and ragtime and gospel and country. I’m thankful for the way he fuses melodic sophistication and lyrical intelligence, and for the fact that many of his songs are standards in their time thanks to the interpretations of brilliant singers like Dusty Springfield, Harry Nilsson, and Tim O’Brien.
I’m thankful that he can be, within the span of a few songs, viciously sarcastic and unapologetically sentimental. And finally, I’m thankful that despite his erudition and eclecticism, he remains a disciple of one of the two or three most beautiful things in rock and roll, the Fats Domino triplet.
Land of DreamsSoundtrack album byLength40:18,Land of Dreams is a by featuring vignettes of his childhood in. The best-known song on the album is 'It's Money That Matters', which rose to the top of the chart for two weeks (and peaked at #60 on the Hot 100), to become Newman's only number one hit on any U.S. Chart; it features on guitar.Prior to the album's release, the song 'Something Special' was closing title music for the production starring and and was also featured in the trailer of the film, which Randy Newman also wrote the music for, and the piano bridge from the song 'Dixie Flyer' would subsequently often be utilized as break or filler music, most notably on the radio program. The song 'Falling in Love' features in the credits to the 1989 film.Track listingAll songs written by Randy Newman. 'Dixie Flyer' – 4:10.
'New Orleans Wins the War' – 3:27. 'Four Eyes' – 3:34. 'Falling in Love' – 3:00. 'Something Special' – 3:07.
'Bad News from Home' – 2:45. 'Roll with the Punches' – 3:29. 'Masterman and Baby J' – 3:27. 'Red Bandana' – 2:35. 'Follow the Flag' – 2:15.
'It's Money That Matters' – 4:04. 'I Want You to Hurt Like I Do' – 4:07Personnel. piano, vocals, arranger, conductor. Adrienne Howell - background vocals. trombone. Bob Hilburn, Jr.