‘Who Told Tomorrow Tuesday’s Dead?’

I think that’s one of my favourite lyrics ever.

No, not the words in the nursery poem, the words in the title.

I know. It’s Wednesday, but I was thinking about that song, and the guy who wrote it, a lot today .

I’ve talked about him before – in the context of another song. A song that helped to set the story of my life, thus far. Truly. It helped to put me on my own particular Road to Find Out in ways both conscious and un-.

And given the crap that’s been going on around here the past while, and the results of yesterday’s election in the States, I really feel like I need an interlude of Cat.

Seriously, neighbours? What’s going on down there?

Not being an American, you’d think that the results shouldn’t be bugging me so much. To be honest, I didn’t pay the midterm election all that much mind. We have had a fair bit going on north of the border, and, honestly, I’m sort of out of sorts about the whole reactionary-engagement-with-politics-thing that seems to be epidemic (and more problematic, on this side of the Atlantic anyway, than a particular virus I could name) lately.

But I just. Don’t. Get. It.

So. Let’s intermezzo, shall we? (yes, I used intermezzo as a verb).

Yusuf Islam is out and about on his Peace Train… Late Again tour (forever the most dexterous of wordsmiths. How GREAT a name is that for Cat/Yusuf tour?). I wanted ever-so-much to go and see him when he comes to town- he’s playing Massey Hall, which is certainly one of my very fave venues for live-and-intimate shows in my hometown.

But… tickets went on sale just as I was boarding a train headed for his hometown, so I wasn’t really in a place or position to be online and looking to buy. The show sold out in a matter of minutes.

This is partly because, other than brief television or special appearances, he hasn’t toured North America since 1976. Yes, I said 1976. So I’d imagine that there are a whole lot of people like me desperate to see him and say hello. Since I was six the last time he hopped the pond to play shows, it kind of goes without saying that I’ve never had the pleasure of his company.

And I’ll be missing him again. He has, rightfully and rather impressively, made sure that scalpers and those crummy and criminal ticket resale companies won’t be able to (easily) get their hands on tickets and fleece his fans, so there aren’t even any tickets floating around on Craig’s List or the like.

I admit that I’ve been creeping his fb page and checking out the set lists as he plays to his first North American audiences in almost four decades, and living a little vicariously through those who will have the privilege of hanging with him for an evening.

The Road to Find Out and Tuesday’s Dead aren’t (so far) in the rotation.

It’s understandable- he has such an incredible and extensive body of work that includes bigger hits and better-known songs from the eleven albums that he recorded as Cat, back in the day, and he is also playing selections from his 2006 and 2008 albums, An Other Cup and Roadsinger, and his brand new offering, Tell ‘Em I’m Gone.

But. Those songs.

One of the many beautiful things about music is its accessibility. I can go back and listen to the songs any time I want- or, for that matter, sing them to myself when tuning in (and tuning out) with the Shuffle Daemon isn’t appropriate.

The lyrics have been written on my heart- and they are in my head when I need to call them up for a listen.

Two of his albums, Tea for the Tillerman (1970) and Teaser and the Firecat (1971) are among my all-time favourite records. Of his, certainly, but by anyone, really. I grew up with them- and still know the lyrics to all the songs.

I have a bit of an uncanny (for lack of a better word) knack for remembering lyrics (and the accompanying tunes, of course- but the words are paramount, for me). Some of my old friends still bug me about this ability for recall- but I don’t see anything all that peculiar about it, myself.

It’s part and parcel of my way of engaging with the world- concentrating on those things I find important, or beautiful, or educational, or fun. Or any combination of any and all of those things. It is the primary way that I attempt to be mindful of my context and present in my life. There are distractions aplenty, but focusing on something and really appreciating it? It leads me toward gratitude and appreciation of the relevance and reliability of my fellow human beings, usually when I most need to be reminded of these things.

Great words deserve remembrance. Whether they are shaped like stories or speeches or songs (or poem- which are songs without music), they carry power and retain import that speaks to both their specific contexts and, in the case of the best of them, to their timelessness. The ones that hold the most wisdom transcend temporal settings and retain the ability to impart vital imagery.

If I make a mark in time, I can’t say the mark is mine.
I’m only the underline of the word.
Yes, I’m like him, just like you, I can’t tell you what to do.
Like everybody else I’m searching thru what I’ve heard.

Whoa, Where do you go? When you don’t want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow Tuesday’s dead

Oh preacher won’t you paint my dream, won’t you show me where you’ve been
Show me what I haven’t seen to ease my mind.
Cause I will learn to understand, if I have a helping hand.
I wouldn’t make another demand all my life.

What’s my sex, what’s my name, all in all it’s all the same.
Everybody plays a different game, that is all.
Now, man may live, man may die searching for the question why.
But if he tries to rule the sky he must fall.

Now every second on the nose, the humdrum of the city grows.
Reaching out beyond the throes of our time.
We must try to shake it down. Do our best to break the ground.
Try to turn the world around one more time.

Tuesday’s Dead is something of a thematic follow-up to, or continuation of, the examination of his quest for meaning and understanding of the world he sang about in On the Road to Find Out. Crazy love for both these tunes.

A number of interpretations point to Xian imagery contained in the song (as is the case with Road, as well), but, like my readings of pretty much everything else, I see the themes as being without specificity of creed, denomination or over-arching system of belief. They are human lyrics- that acknowledge the wisdom of the past, the movement toward the future and our ability to work toward change.

There are those who have suggested that the whole thing about ‘Tuesday being dead’ has to do with that old fortune-telling nursery rhyme up there ^^^^^

If Tuesday=Grace, a possible exegesis of the line thus follows that the biblical concept of Grace is that thing that isn’t dead.

I get that interpretation. I don’t agree with it, but I get it. We all make connections that resonate and make sense and create meaning for us. If Xian exegetes want to appropriate the song, it’s all good. My interpretation is far more humanistic (go figure).

The rhyme, recorded as early as 1838, but with traditional versions going back far longer, had a dual- to describe the personalities and help to set the destiny of children born on each particular day of the week. Its later iterations have changed up the characteristics, moving them about in accordance with specificity of interpretation and association.

One version switches up Wednesday and Friday’s characteristics- based in the Xian superstitions regarding bad luck and Fridays (originating with a story about a crucifixion). Being a Wednesday myself, and not especially woe-full, I tend to prefer that one…

Yusuf has said that he’s not entirely sure exactly where he was going (coming from?) having some unknown individual telling ‘tomorrow’ about the death of Tuesday. It’s one of those random lyrics that just fit. Which makes it all the better, as far as I’m concerned.

We don’t always know what we’re talking about. And that’s okay. It’s part of the whole human-thing. We hash it out as best we can- and, in so doing, often come up with the wildly wonderful in the process.

So.

One more time.

Let’s keep trying to turn the world around. In spite of those who attempt to rule- the sky, the earth, the people- based in fear and misinformation and polarizing politics.

I’m not saying anything new here. But allow me to underline his underline, and the underlines of all those who came before him. And continue to echo the mark of his voice- 43 years- and counting- after the fact.

Safe, and peaceful, travels, Cat/Yusuf. Better late than never. Please come back and visit again soon.

Bonus (not-at-all-woeful) Wednesday feel-good tune? THIS one, by my beloved Monkees (written by David Gates- of Bread). It mixes up the days even further- and I’m not sure I like the ‘you’ll live your life apart, now’ as Wednesday’s foretold fortune found here- but hey. It’s all in the interpretation…

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12 comments on “‘Who Told Tomorrow Tuesday’s Dead?’

  1. lennymaysay says:

    Wow! Had no idea he was still recording, not to mention touring.

    • colemining says:

      The new album is pretty great, Lenny. Check it out if you have a chance. But I reallyreally would have loved to see him do some of those old standbys- if not my two veryfaves. Seeing him do Father and Son, at least. I think that’s probably something I’d include on one of those ‘bucket list’ things. Thanks, as always, for the visit!

  2. bethbyrnes says:

    Fear, lies, gerrymandering, Koch Brothers billions, Citizen’s United, greed and lack of vision. I expected the outcome. Oh, and stupidity. Loved the music references here.

    • colemining says:

      Beth- I suppose I did, too. Really, how could it have been otherwise with the trends we have being seeing- worldwide- lately. But still. A shake of my head and exasperated sigh.

      Cat fixes things, though. Knowing there are people like him out there speaking wisdom and endlessly working for change makes it a little better, at least. Thanks for your visit. xo

      • bethbyrnes says:

        Not to beat this dead horse, I left out voter suppression. There were shocking, blatant tactics used to intimidate or keep people away from the poles, who might vote the ‘wrong’ way. The word for our new rulers is: confiscatory. Funnel all the money to the top all the time. It is the new Middle Ages. xo

      • colemining says:

        Beth- it’s certainly not beating a dead horse to be concerned- and to speak about that concern. Especially if that sort of thing was happening. Shocking- and disgraceful. The ridiculous reactionary rhetoric is truly nauseating.

        I admit that I have been sitting a little smugly these past few weeks. Voter turn out for our Municipal election was up somewhere between 13% and 18% over four years ago- when the idiot was voted into City Hall. Yet even that was reactionary. Those of us who had previously been complacent about Municipal politics showed up in DROVES to ensure that a repeat wasn’t in the offing (by letting the idiot’s puppet-master brother get his hands on the reins fully and completely). And still, the idiot managed to get re-elected as a councillor. And they also elected his nephew as school board trustee. Totally based on his name. Unless it had something to do with his extensive experience as a camp counsellor (I kid you not. This school board trustee is barely out of high school- with zero experience. But his name is Ford, so that’s what matters).

        I’m not sure how we counteract any of this, TBH. I’ve very involved in the discussions around sexual harassment in the workplace and violence against women that has been spurred by events up here, right now. Working at a micro-level to keep that conversation happening. I don’t want it to be something that is highlighted for a time and then fades back into same old-same old.

        We need an overhaul in so very many areas. It’s exhausting to think about all the windmills that need attacking.

        Thanks again for writing. Have a good weekend. In spite of it all. xo

      • bethbyrnes says:

        Erratum, was it me or WP? POLLS not poles. Sheesh. ❤

      • colemining says:

        Lol. We’ll say it was WP.

        I’m having one of those days, though… just got my flu shot and now I am feeling loopy and unable to type/spell/think straight (it’s completely psychosomatic). Think it’s just about time to shut it down for the week.

        Happy Friday! xo

  3. ChgoJohn says:

    I saw Cat, soon-to-be-Yusaf, shortly after Tea for the TIllerman came out. It was a small venue, just perfect for this performer and his guitar. It was one of, if not the best, concerts I’ve ever attended. At the very start, he encouraged us to sing along — and sing along we did with every song he played. It was an incredible experience and I’m so very glad that he’s recording again.

    Oh! What Beth said.

    • colemining says:

      Oh John- I’m SO jealous. I’m on the Massey Hall ticket site DAILY- checking to see if any tickets become available. This will be one of those rare instances where I am willing to pay a seemingly-exorbitant price for a ticket. I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for the change to sing along with him. That voice. And his social Voice is something to listen to, as well.

      Hope you are recovering- and that the election results aren’t too terribly painful for folks in your neck of the woods. Thanks for reading!

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