
The Nightfly continues to awe Jayashree Singh of Skinny Alley, 25 years after she first heard it
It8217;s not easy to decide which work of art8212;a book, a piece of music, a film or a painting8212;has inspired one the most in one8217;s creative journey. However, I think the first work I really sat down with and tried to analyse as a very new and clueless songwriter would have to be Donald Fagen8217;s first solo album, The Nightfly 1982.
I remember sitting with the vinyl LP on my bed and playing the record over and over again, the album sleeve in one hand and a pen in the other, writing and writing God knows what. I wish I had kept those copious notes.
I listened to the intros a thousand times 8212;I knew these were very important, the intro has to draw the listener in straight away. The first song in the album, I.G.Y, has a killer intro8212;muted but sparkling guitar chords and then, the most gorgeous, evocative horn lines you ever heard. The spider had woven its web and I was a very willing victim.
I paid careful attention to the instrumentation from a writer8217;s point of view. Why does a blues harp here work better than a saxophone or a flute8212;does it make the moment more plaintive? Why has Fagen used an acoustic piano in the solo when the rest of the song has electric piano? Is it just a textural thing or is there an emotional connect with acoustic piano that electric piano doesn8217;t bring? The notes, course, were growing by the moment.
I have always loved language in any form and the words on this album gave me such joy8212;the syncopation of the lyrics, the exact number of syllables used to fill a certain measure, the textures of the words, the stylish but always careful setting of each song8217;s scenario. It was a songwriter8217;s dream and despair! How am I ever going to write like this, I would think and continue to think so 25 years on.
I8217;ve just pulled out the album from the dark recesses of the cabinet it8217;s been in for a long time we listen to the CD version now, and as soon as I finish writing this, I am going to play it again on my brand new turntable! This time without the pen in hand.