After too long a break, J Michael Neal is blogging again. Here’s what he has to say about Mark Knopfler’s latest album.
Knopfler has become far and away my favorite lyricist. Understand that my default setting is to pay no attention to a song’s lyrics whatsoever. Just because you hear me singing along doesn’t mean that I have the slightest idea what is being said. This has its upsides and downsides. It means that Dream Theater and Yes have irritated me a lot less than they might have, letting me just enjoy the music. It also means that it took me a long time to really appreciate Knopfler.
I actually think that the majority of ordinary music fans are more interested in the music than the lyrics. Unfortunately it’s the other way round for the majority of music critics, who, being writers, care more about the words. Hence we see the out of hand dismissal of bands like, well, Yes and Dream Theater, and excessive praise heaped upon the likes of Morrissey and Pulp, who’s work is sometimes so much about lyrics that they forgot to put any actual music in there. Strip away the lyrics from just about any of the indie bands praised by the NME, and you’re left with very formulaic four-chord plod where not only individual songs, but entire bands are completely indistinguisable.
As for Mark Knopfler, I’ve lost touch which what he’s been up to since the days of Dire Straits. I saw them live when they were at their commercial peak, when the Brothers in Arms album was CD all the gadget-obsessed yuppies always used to show off their expensive new stereos. Dire Straits unfortunately got tagged as Corporate AOR for the three-CDs-a-year crowd, filed alongside Phil Collins or Foreigner. They were really better than that. They’re overdue for critical reappraisal, and deserve to be remembered for works like “Telegraph Road” rather than the awful cheese of “Walk of Life”.

