Paolo Nutini “Candy”
A beautiful love song from Paolo. It has a wonderful poetic quality which I like and also his voice lends an extra dimension to the song. When I first heard it I assumed he was much older and was surprised when I saw a picture of him for the first time.
I found this article Link from a fan site. There is much debate about the lyrics, Paolo gives two explanations, one was he wrote the song after an argument with his girlfriend and having realised he was in the wrong, wrote the song as an apology. The second is much darker.
Here is a clip from the article.
It followed a meeting between Paolo and one of his all-time music heroes, US singer-songwriter Rodriguez. Paolo explains: “When we were teenagers, me and one of my friends would listen to him constantly.
“His stuff was very overlooked, we didn’t know where he was or whether he was alive or dead. But when I played in Detroit, his hometown, he came to see me and we did his song Sugar Man together.
“After the show he gave me a DVD of the film Candy, which features Sugar Man on the soundtrack.
“It stars Heath Ledger as a heroin addict. It’s quite a desperate tale about his addiction, very dark but somehow very beautiful and moving too. Watching it got me thinking about the way that love can be an addiction too. You get hooked on somebody so much that, even when you’re away from home – or on tour – something keeps that person at the forefront of your mind.
“The night I wrote the song, I called my girlfriend and I was about to tell her about the film and what it had meant to me when she told me the news that Heath Ledger had just died, [22 Jan 2008] apparently from an overdose. It was a weird coincidence. Very uncanny.”
It reminds me that when you write something, the reader can put their own spin on the words. People tell me things they have read into my poems that I never intended. We all see what we see depending on our point of view. To slightly misquote Paul Simon “A man sees what he wants to see and disregards the rest”. I have sat down with my daughters and discussed some incident from the past and other than the names of the people involved nothing else can be agreed on (even the names can sometimes be in contention).
One incident springs to mind. We were on holiday when the girls were small, in a little fishing village in Spain. We were crossing a seaweed covered concrete slipway that was used by the fishing boats to enter the harbour. My oldest daughter slipped and fell. The water was only inches deep but as she fell she saw a small shoal of fish that scattered as she entered the water. I grabbed her hand and immediately pulled her up, she suffered no more damage than a wet sun dress. Now, over thirty years later she still claims she has a fear of fish after being attacked after I pushed her into the sea.
Slipping in the Sun
Along the harbour tattered bunting sways in a soft Mediterranean breeze
Sun shines indiscriminately on holiday makers and fisherman alike
The harbour slipway is festooned in bladderwrack seaweed and dark green algae
An incoming tide has turned the concrete into a greased water-slide
She is four years old and as bold and brave as a firefighter
Striding along mesmerised by the garish colours of the harbour cafes
She steps onto the slipway and slips into the inch deep water
In an instant I grab her arm lifting her up as a dozen silvery fish scatter
Years later she recounts the story of how I pushed her into the harbour
To be attacked by hundreds of hungry man eating fish
She claims she has a fish phobia because of my negligent parenting
I recall how on our way back to the hotel I gave her my t-shirt
To replace the soggy slime covered summer dress she was wearing
I remember thinking how beautiful she was even in a purple man size top
© Jeff Price February 2018