This song, in my opinion is one of the finest examples of Stephen Malkmus's narrative brilliance. In fact, it is one of the few examples of the use of straight narrative, in a Pavement song. SM doesn't normally tell stories; his songs are usually oblique meanderings on various moods. However, in keeping with the general "maturity" of SM's songwriting style on "Brighten the Corners," it makes sense.
Here's a brief exegesis of the story of "Shady Lane," as I see it unfolding:
1) A sort of unwashed slacker hick decides to go on a blind date with some high-class fancy new girl in town, at a fancy resturant in the town's five-star hotel.
2) They go on the date, and when the check shows up, the mostly broke and ambitionless slacker decides it would seem most egalitarian if he proposes they go dutch (i.e. both members of the party pay).
3) During this potentially terse moment, the slacker reminisces back to earlier in time before the date, as he regarded his shabby visage in the mirror ("A redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash"), and prepared his grubby fingernailsfor the big endeavor ("this emory board is giving me a rash").
4) Finally, after sitting around in uncomfortable silence, the slacker admits to the girl that he's totally broke ("I'm flat out")!
5) The girl starts bawling her eyes out. He tells her she looks beautiful when she cries, in a shallow attempt at making amends for the growing embarrassment of the scene. He sticks his foot further into his mouth by joking about her being captured there, in the moment, "as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel" to her life.
6) The chorus has the slacker singing about how much he wishes the world were easier, and less high-maintenance.
7) The scene grows more terrible. The waiter waits, the girl sobs, and the slacker gropes empty pockets. "Glance, don't stare," he thinks in the direction of the perplexed and embarrassed onlookers. The girl begins to scream, "Fuck you!" to the slacker, and then to the onlookers, pissed that she's in the situation. Therefore, as the slacker predicted they soon would, he and the onlookers are both being told to "recognize [their] heirs"!
8) In his mind, the slacker thinks, "Fuck me?" and mentally rebuts in a bored and matter-of-fact way, "No, not me...I'm an island of such great complexity." Basically, in the face of humiliation and defeat, he'd rather put on an air of blase nonchalance.
9) "Stress surrounds / in the muddy, peaceful center of this town" is pretty self-explanatory at this point. I imagine the girl throwing down all of her cash, and storming out of the restaurant, into the hotel lobby, where (predictably)...
10) ...she tells the slacker off in the hotel lobby, "right in front of all the bellboys and the over-friendly consierge".
A brilliant tune from a brilliant album, and my favorite songwriter in the world.
You're so wrong..
This song is about finding out you've got HIV/Aids after a blind date. Being told you're going to die, asked to make a will, knowing that your life is over, the 'over-friendly concierge' is 'God', the dreamlike sequence once the lyrics end is the trip to the afterlife - you're dead.
You're so wrong..
This song is about finding out you've got HIV/Aids after a blind date. Being told you're going to die, asked to make a will, knowing that your life is over, the 'over-friendly concierge' is 'God', the dreamlike sequence once the lyrics end is the trip to the afterlife - you're dead.
You're so wrong..
This song is about finding out you've got HIV/Aids after a blind date. Being told you're going to die, asked to make a will, knowing that your life is over, the 'over-friendly concierge' is 'God', the dreamlike sequence once the lyrics end is the trip to the afterlife - you're dead.
You're so wrong..
This song is about finding out you've got HIV/Aids after a blind date. Being told you're going to die, asked to make a will, knowing that your life is over, the 'over-friendly concierge' is 'God', the dreamlike sequence once the lyrics end is the trip to the afterlife - you're dead.
@summerbabe great interpretation, I wouldn't have come up with such a linking story, it sounds so plausible I can believe it. I always took the lines more as vaguely connected epigrams about the drolleries of suburbian middle class life in the nineties. You've actually made this plausibly coherent. I want you to be my interpreter to the pavement catalogue now !!
@summerbabe great interpretation, I wouldn't have come up with such a linking story, it sounds so plausible I can believe it. I always took the lines more as vaguely connected epigrams about the drolleries of suburbian middle class life in the nineties. You've actually made this plausibly coherent. I want you to be my interpreter to the pavement catalogue now !!
This song, in my opinion is one of the finest examples of Stephen Malkmus's narrative brilliance. In fact, it is one of the few examples of the use of straight narrative, in a Pavement song. SM doesn't normally tell stories; his songs are usually oblique meanderings on various moods. However, in keeping with the general "maturity" of SM's songwriting style on "Brighten the Corners," it makes sense.
Here's a brief exegesis of the story of "Shady Lane," as I see it unfolding:
1) A sort of unwashed slacker hick decides to go on a blind date with some high-class fancy new girl in town, at a fancy resturant in the town's five-star hotel.
2) They go on the date, and when the check shows up, the mostly broke and ambitionless slacker decides it would seem most egalitarian if he proposes they go dutch (i.e. both members of the party pay). 3) During this potentially terse moment, the slacker reminisces back to earlier in time before the date, as he regarded his shabby visage in the mirror ("A redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash"), and prepared his grubby fingernailsfor the big endeavor ("this emory board is giving me a rash").
4) Finally, after sitting around in uncomfortable silence, the slacker admits to the girl that he's totally broke ("I'm flat out")!
5) The girl starts bawling her eyes out. He tells her she looks beautiful when she cries, in a shallow attempt at making amends for the growing embarrassment of the scene. He sticks his foot further into his mouth by joking about her being captured there, in the moment, "as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel" to her life. 6) The chorus has the slacker singing about how much he wishes the world were easier, and less high-maintenance.
7) The scene grows more terrible. The waiter waits, the girl sobs, and the slacker gropes empty pockets. "Glance, don't stare," he thinks in the direction of the perplexed and embarrassed onlookers. The girl begins to scream, "Fuck you!" to the slacker, and then to the onlookers, pissed that she's in the situation. Therefore, as the slacker predicted they soon would, he and the onlookers are both being told to "recognize [their] heirs"!
8) In his mind, the slacker thinks, "Fuck me?" and mentally rebuts in a bored and matter-of-fact way, "No, not me...I'm an island of such great complexity." Basically, in the face of humiliation and defeat, he'd rather put on an air of blase nonchalance.
9) "Stress surrounds / in the muddy, peaceful center of this town" is pretty self-explanatory at this point. I imagine the girl throwing down all of her cash, and storming out of the restaurant, into the hotel lobby, where (predictably)...
10) ...she tells the slacker off in the hotel lobby, "right in front of all the bellboys and the over-friendly consierge".
A brilliant tune from a brilliant album, and my favorite songwriter in the world.
You're so wrong.. This song is about finding out you've got HIV/Aids after a blind date. Being told you're going to die, asked to make a will, knowing that your life is over, the 'over-friendly concierge' is 'God', the dreamlike sequence once the lyrics end is the trip to the afterlife - you're dead.
You're so wrong.. This song is about finding out you've got HIV/Aids after a blind date. Being told you're going to die, asked to make a will, knowing that your life is over, the 'over-friendly concierge' is 'God', the dreamlike sequence once the lyrics end is the trip to the afterlife - you're dead.
You're so wrong.. This song is about finding out you've got HIV/Aids after a blind date. Being told you're going to die, asked to make a will, knowing that your life is over, the 'over-friendly concierge' is 'God', the dreamlike sequence once the lyrics end is the trip to the afterlife - you're dead.
You're so wrong.. This song is about finding out you've got HIV/Aids after a blind date. Being told you're going to die, asked to make a will, knowing that your life is over, the 'over-friendly concierge' is 'God', the dreamlike sequence once the lyrics end is the trip to the afterlife - you're dead.
@summerbabe great interpretation, I wouldn't have come up with such a linking story, it sounds so plausible I can believe it. I always took the lines more as vaguely connected epigrams about the drolleries of suburbian middle class life in the nineties. You've actually made this plausibly coherent. I want you to be my interpreter to the pavement catalogue now !!
@summerbabe great interpretation, I wouldn't have come up with such a linking story, it sounds so plausible I can believe it. I always took the lines more as vaguely connected epigrams about the drolleries of suburbian middle class life in the nineties. You've actually made this plausibly coherent. I want you to be my interpreter to the pavement catalogue now !!