Robert Francis

Daytrotter Session - Jul 11, 2014

Robert Francis – Daytrotter Session – Jul 11, 2014
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  1. Welcome To Daytrotter/See You Around
  2. Hotter Than Our Souls
  3. Take You To The Water

When it gets down to brass tacks, aren’t we all just weak and insecure creatures, trying to survive? The crux of Wes Anderson’s adaptation of the Roald Dahl book, “Fantastic Mr. Fox,” is that these fox and weasels, rabbits and badgers are just wild animals and sometimes those instincts – despite their sophistication and high level of intelligence and civility, in this case – kick in and make them devour food like savages, or thief chickens and geese in the night. They can’t help it. They just do what they can to survive, to feed their children just like everyone else, and get to the next day, wherein they’ll do it all over again if there’s no better way. All of those animals and we as animals fall into a similar category of beings that are ultimately frightened and sometimes unsure of where the next meal (or paycheck) are going to come from and we resort to doing things that are solely necessary for survival and nothing else. It’s when we’ve finished with these actions, when we’ve let ourselves recline a bit, shake the crazed feeling of entrapment and wildness from our eyes, ears and tingling hands that we think about what we’ve just done – how we’ve overcome those scary feelings of immediate, presumed peril, starvation, homelessness, lovelessness or otherwise for the instant. They will return and it’s then that the state will be reviewed and a determination will be made or a split decision carried out to remedy the needs once again.

Robert Francis pokes and prods this very understandable and reasonable fragility, this sense of survival against all odds that we tend to not think about in the same literal and ever-present terms that Mr. Fox and his gang do. He is not being chased out of a hole using alcoholic apple cider, nor is life so life or death, but there is a surrounding thought of exquisite urgency and a need to act courageously to achieve some kind of wanted end, and not just a lowly circumstance that any old person could have. His songs are rife with beautiful ballads about men sickened with love, staring at a huge, starry sky and not recognizing love, not knowing if they’re going to survive a spoiled love or if it’s going to eat them, bones, skin and all.

He brings a darkened heart and a mouth full of soul – some of that deep river soul, the hairy-chested soul – to every one of his songs, making sure that they are capable of bouncing off the barren hills, racing across the endless prairies and getting to the very reasons for the pained expressions and the animal emotions that make us do anything that will put our necks/hearts on the line. Survival doesn’t just have to be about food and our blood still working through our limbs. There is something very logical to be said for the need of love to be considered an even greater need.