Its amazing how beautiful looking down into a smog pit can be.
Trent Reznor, 1994
One day fossil fuels will be obsolete, and when kids hear old pop songs inspired by smog, they wont get it, the way we cant really imagine the stench of Victorian London. Their lungs wont ache at night after a hard days play, and maybe they wont get asthma. Theyll know what blue really looks like. They also wont know the quiet shock of glimpsing a classic summertime-smoggy L.A. sunset in the rearview mirror, and how intensely, heartbreakingly gorgeous it can be. Lots of people all over the world have written songs about air pollution, and some are pretty good. Kraftwerks Radioaktivity is creepy as hell; Black Stars Respiration is a poetic riff on New York City air: Look in the skies for god, what you see besides the smog/I cant take it yall, I can feel the city breathin. Reggae artists absolutely love to sing about pollution and, naturally, anything smoke-related in general. (The group Blue Haze had chart success with their 1973 cover of Smoke Gets in Your Eyes.) Of course, plenty of artists have also used smog in their name most obviously (duh), Smog (a.k.a. singer-songwriter Bill Callahan) and Golden Smog, the Midwestern supergroup featuring members of Soul Asylum, the Jayhawks and Wilco. But theres something special about L.A. smog. Maybe its the way it changes the already ethereal quality of the light here, or the way its gloom mixes with a strange melancholy that hangs in the air at times. For me, its all that; its also slightly glamorous the mark of chaotic ambition, the smell of mobility. And in a city of segregation and isolation, smog has, perversely, helped me to feel connected to the rest of the populace. Then theres the whole growing-up-in-the-70s L.A.-nostalgia thing, which seems to cross race, class and neighborhood lines. For a certain generation, smog is a part of our culture and our most intense childhood memories, for better and worse. In his perfect L.A. fantasy, It Was a Good Day, the young Ice Cube made a point to mention air quality: I dont know but today seems kinda odd/No barking from the dog, no smog. By contrast, in his reverie of an asthmatic childhood in Compton, I Remember, Coolio raps affectionately: I remember (I remember), oh/when we used to have Army fights in the smog/but now they gang-bang (baby). Snoop made smog seem supercool: I step through the fog/I creep through the smog/Cause Im Snoop Doggy Dogg; so did the highly nostalgic Chili Peppers (in Deep Kick): It started when we were little kids, free spirits... /hysterical and tragic characters in a smog-filled universe/We loved the dirty city and the journeys away from it... /And lots of things seemed futile then, but love and music can save us/and did, while the giant grey monster grew more poisoned and volatile around us.). Now thats a way more expansive approach to the subject than, say, The Smog by Detroits Insane Clown Posse (1994), in which smog represents pure evil: The clouds form a devils face/It must be a mirror image of the human race/Oh shit, here it comes, the deadly smog. The Hydraulic Raisins, an incredibly obscure 1960s teen-garage-fuzz band from West Covina, wrote the fabulous shoulda-been-a-hit Smog Song which mirrors Ice Cubes blue-sky fantasy with humor and heavy cowbells: For once in my life I breathed breathable air/Wasnt no smog that day!/I stood there with my eyes open wide/Just what made it happen I couldnt decide/A natural phenomenon but that couldnt be/More like a miracle I had to believe. (Available on the reissue, Wailin in West Covina 19631968, on Dionysus Records.) Likewise, Charles Mingus 1954 recording of Smog L.A. (composed by Wally Cirillo) has a laissez-faire, even cheerful take on the theme. Smog is the welcome mat for a city whose beautiful myths are lies, but whose ugly truth can beautiful. In the hands of a gifted songwriter, smog can be transformed into something like mercy. Matthew Sweets Smog Moon (1995) is a triumphantly wistful ode to aging, and (unless Im way off base) a sympathetic elegy to Hollywood-style ambition: Theres a smog moon coming/I can always feel it/The cartoon trees cannot conceal it/When its high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white. The Miracles had their greatest (postSmokey Robinson) success on 1974s City of Angels, a concept album devoted to Los Angeles. Besides Aint Nobody Straight In L.A. and the hit Love Machine, the song Smog was, despite its lyrics, a dreamy-celestial de facto tribute to the brownish haze shrouding the city in those days (I wish it would rain/And take the smog away/So that we can have a bright and sunny day.). L.A.s fucked-up air has made appearances in many more songs than I can detail here, from Thanks for the Memories to the Beatles Blue Jay Way to Becks New Pollution. (I assume thats about L.A., anyway!) But perhaps the greatest L.A. smog song of all time is The Air That I Breathe, composed by Albert Hammond and Mike Hazlewood upon moving to L.A., and made into a hit by the Hollies in 1974. (Must have been quite a year for L.A. smog.) Hammond (who also recorded Air on his album It Never Rains In Southern California) was partly inspired by a lover specifically, a plain but kind young woman who took him in when he had no money and no green card. But smog played a part as well. As Hammond explained to an interviewer in 1992, It was because we lived in L.A., and for the first time in our lives, we were introduced [to] smog. Every time we woke up, wed look at the Hollywood Hills, and there was like a yellow monster up there. And I think that was [Hazelwoods] reason for coming up with [the line] the air that I breathe. My reason was a love story; his was ecology or whatever you want to call it. But it worked. Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe and to love you/All I need is the air that I breathe and to love you. Guess that yellow monster was good for something.
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