Saturday Single No. 342

I know it’s Saturday, but I’m going to talk a bit about Sundays past, which used to start here with bacon. Nearly every week, Sunday morning would find the Texas Gal frying a pound of bacon to start the day. I’d slap some Miracle Whip (and sometimes a slice or two of Swiss cheese) on a couple of slices of bread and have myself a mega-sandwich, while the Texas Gal took her bacon neat.

As I noted a while back, however, the two of us became involved a little more than a year ago in the activities of the St. Cloud Unitarian Universalist Fellowship. That has made our Sunday mornings a fair amount busier, as we now leave the house about 10 o’clock and rarely get home until sometime after noon. Bacon has been left for the other six days of the week, if we happen to think of it. And we often haven’t thought of it at all.

But earlier this week, the Texas Gal pulled a pound of the stuff out of the freezer, and today was Bacon Saturday. I had my sandwich, she nibbled pieces from a green bowl, and even the catboys Cubbie Cooper and Clarence got to have a few crumbles (a major treat for both of them). And as I ate my sandwich, I wondered about songs with “bacon” in their titles.

I have only five in the collection. One of them, Taj Mahal’s 1969 version of “Bacon Fat,” showed up here on a Saturday some time ago, so we’re down to four. One of those four is a 1975 version of the same tune by Jesse Ed Davis, so we’ll skip that. Peter Yarrow’s “Beans, Bacon And Gravy,” also from 1975, doesn’t really resonate with me, so we’ll pass that by, too. And “Bacon in the Skillet,” a 2005 track by Chatham County Line, is a nice fiddle workout, but it’s not much more than that, so we’re left with one.

And that last tune with “bacon” in its title turns out to be about a different type of bacon: “Sir Francis Bacon At The Net” is a track from the Cowboy Junkies’ 2010 album Renmin Park. The album was named, says All Music Guide, after the park in Zhengzhou, China, where Junkies’ guitarist and songwriter Michael Timmons spent much of his time while adopting two children from China. As to the song, it’s about . . . well, beyond the recurring sounds of a tennis match in China (in the Renmin Park of the album’s title, I imagine), I’m not entirely sure what it’s about:

Merciless nature, human and mother walk this land
Each through the arm of the other
Their tithe they count in millions
In a Land that loves its villains

So calculating it parses a man
Between the hand that held the dream
And the sword being held by the hand
Their golden frames hang gleaming
Tangled bones of their crimes bleaching
Their golden frames hang gleaming
Bleaching bones of their crimes tangling

There he stands a mere mist of a thing
Waiting his turn to challenge the King
He counts his time in centuries
He lives on the smallest of mercies
He counts his time in centuries

As the map is unrolled the dagger comes out
And that which was certain will now end in doubt
Thank you Sir Francis Bacon
Another piece of advice not taken
Thank you Sir Francis Bacon
Another piece of advice not taken

Whatever it’s about, I like it a lot, and it’s today’s Saturday Single.

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