The video filled with some touching clips of Zevon recording the song. The rendition is both angry and forceful and reckless. Disorder In The House ….there was for me back then. That Fall, I held a disc of a dying man’s legacy and reflections on life and a bit of his music captured the spirit of my own dirty life and times.ĭamn. On September 7th 2003 t he world lost Warren Zevon. He had lived long enough to see the birth of his twin grandsons in June. The Wind was finally released in late August. He'd been p ulling friends collected over a lifetime into the studio to record one last album. One of only a couple songwriters who - after having listened to his lyrics - have had me researching what in the world he was referencing in song.īack in spring and summer of 2003 there was much anticipation for what would be Warren's final album. Satirical, humorous hard edged, obnoxious at times and under it all a thread of brooding heartbreak. But through all the albums and all those songs by my best estimation the 70's would have been just as they were without Warren Zevon.however, Warren Zevon would not have been what he was without the 70's. Albums like, Wanted Dead or Alive, Life'll Kill Ya, My Ride's Here or a song or two like, "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead". His albums and songs over the years having an ironic view of staring death in the face and laughing.or maybe daring. Zevon treated the moment with remarkable poise, a focus on legacy, contemplative reflection and some marketing genius. Letterman, perhaps Zevon’s greatest fan inviting him to share about his fate, his plans and any wisdom he cared to impart. The interview he did on Letterman was stunning. I first really dove deep in Warren’s body of work when I saw him on Letterman in the Fall of 2002. When the student is ready, the teacher appears. When he turned and left, the Miyagi-proxy said, "Come on down when your done, we'll grab a beer and I'll tell you a story about poor, poor pitiful me." Warren was everywhere. That line about "falling for the ruse…" I was sure that the tenents on either side of my apartment were out at Bridge club and although the paper thin walls I had were sometimes a distraction.or provided a moment to contemplate amusing things in life, I didn't imagine anyone would mind the wall shaking sounds creating some sonic disorder in my home in the middle of the afternoon. I needed to hear that dirty nasty filthy guitar solo in the song. I was being disruptive …but, I needed that song. Miyagi of my apartment complex thought it to be a fine time to come upstairs, knock on my door.and let me know that maybe, possibly, could I turn down the volume just a tad as not everyone had such a deep appreciation for the aging 70’s rocker Warren Zevon sing out "Disorder In The House". Loud enough to kill whatever thoughts might be trying to enter my mind. Loud enough to drown out the traffic on the street. And damn, I had the stereo turned up loud. There was plaster falling down in pieces on the couch of pain. The afternoon sun creating a golden glow on the courtyard as seen through the portiere. The wind rustling the leaves of the old great sycamore tree outside my second floor apartment window. And in the end, we always needed " Lawyers, Guns and Money".įlashback to …well, a while ago. sometimes overt.references, cryptic comments and quotations from late great Warren Zevon's songs peppered throughout our work time together.and we probably wove some into Organization announcements. Late nights, long weekends, piles of laughter to hide the tears.and veiled. Thousands of emails sent back and forth together over those two years. As innocent bystanders, we worked together for about two years on one of those character building projects you sometimes land on if you miss a meeting where they are delegating out assignments.or sometimes for those who think they can take on the world, and someone says, "Oh yeah, tough guy? Try this project." Somehow we got stuck, between a rock and a hard place.
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That exchange marked the beginning of one of the most enjoyable working partnerships I've had in my professional career. I was pretty sure she didn't even know who I’d gone home with the weekend before. Warren Zevon lyrics in call and response fashion through email… at least that's what I thought. "Does this have something to do with the waitress you went home with? Really, how could you have known she was with the Russians too?" Anything to get me out of this meeting I'm in and this project I'm on. It just would have been bad form, even for me. What I wanted to say though… well, I really couldn't type and send on work email. One of our very first email exchanges.Īll she asked was, "Anything I can help with?".