“This is a song that is extensively autobiographical. It's probably the only one in my whole corpus like that. That's why I'm saying it so fast, because it's a rather hard song to play. It's called 'You're in Maya' which is what Hare Krishnas say to one another when they feel when one of them is being too worldly; then they're trapped up in the clutches of Maya. I could go on at length about that, but I think all of us will all be happier if I just get back to playing the songs...Oh, and the chorus! The chorus is in Gaelic, and it means 'the milk of the cow is alright for the calf', but the juice of the barley for me." John 10-09-1999
They have a ton of songs about going somewhere, almost as if to escape. But this one is called You're in Maya. Almost as if to say "Hey, you're in this and there's no getting out of it. Figure it out."
I can't remember where I heard this so please apply salt as needed, but I think being 'in maya' comes from a religious practice with meditation; it means like, rather than a place, you're being too concerned with the physical & changeable world around you, instead of focusing on the internal / spiritual world
Escape through any substance any place anybody. The self delusion you'll find happy in the next thing and finally be OK. 7 years ago I put down the bottle and started running towards things not away. I'm still not OK but I guess I'll live longer and remember more of how life fan really follow you to step on you anywhere
"In my music, there's a whole series of songs, uh, going to blank, all these song titles, Going to California, Going to Morocco, wherever. These songs just started as a way of making fun of all my peers from high school, uh, 'cause in Southern California, and probably everywhere but when you're younger, any problem that's local seems specific to where you're from instead of general to the human condition and, uh, and all these people I grew up with, especially if they'd been to Europe or New York, would come back to Claremont and go, oh, I hate it here, I can't wait to go back to New York. And I would go, you know, you're going to bring your problems with you to New York, it's not like New York is full of perfect people. And so I started writing these songs to make fun of that urge to flee where you're from, uh, and romanticize the place that you're going to. But it became a productive thing, because eventually you go someplace yourself, you wind up fleeing." -- 2016-04-14 Calvin College lecture
"It's hard to explain any experience from the outside, but particularly when it involves a lot of experiences that a lot of people haven't had. Um, so when you talk about staying up all night shooting meth, you exclude ninety-nine percent of the population from really being able to say, oh, yeah, I know exactly what you mean. They don't know. To make them know, well, you don't want them really to know [laughs]. You think, what's another thing that people can't understand? A country they haven't been to, right. A, a place they know something about, they know its name, they've heard about it, they could identify stuff that's from there, but they can't go there. They can't have been there. I think that's where, that's where that intersects." -- 2022-04-
@@icomefromb5403 It is! It's called 'Juice Of The Barley', there's a version sung by the Clancy Brothers here - ua-cam.com/video/E0PUgSKIW0g/v-deo.html
He hit me right in the face I drove the Falcon uptown Hung out in the library parking lot The swelling'll never go down Pint of Hiram Walker in the lining Of my father's old corduroy coat Big big plans hatching in my brain and a Big ugly lump in my throat I drove up to Harvey Mudd and I played pinball 'till I didn't want to kill anyone Polished off all my cheap whiskey And stepped out into the California sun Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna And the juice of the barley for me Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna And the juice of the barley for me My thirst carried me up the coast Where it only got sharper, goddammit In a small room that got even smaller A block away from the Willamette There was nowhere I needed to go And nowhere I wanted to be And my window looked out upon nothing And nothing looked right back at me I had a couple of things on my mind A couple of problems to think through And I drank 'til I couldn't see straight anymore Until there was nothing to drink to Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna And the juice of the barley for me Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna And the juice of the barley for me
That guy in the crowd is a deeply embedded part of the song for all of us im sure. But...what does he say in the middle? to my mind its always been: 'hey everybody, i WROTE this' pls help me transient wanderers of the mtg youtube playlists.
I listen to this while pulling all nighters for my 3D modelling class. Yes John, I am in Maya and I could use a drink lol.
John Darnielle and staying up way too late 3D modelling will always go hand in hand
I'm glad there are others like me
I have listened to this multiple times a day every single day this week
“This is a song that is extensively autobiographical. It's probably the only one in my whole corpus like that. That's why I'm saying it so fast, because it's a rather hard song to play. It's called 'You're in Maya' which is what Hare Krishnas say to one another when they feel when one of them is being too worldly; then they're trapped up in the clutches of Maya. I could go on at length about that, but I think all of us will all be happier if I just get back to playing the songs...Oh, and the chorus! The chorus is in Gaelic, and it means 'the milk of the cow is alright for the calf', but the juice of the barley for me." John 10-09-1999
They have a ton of songs about going somewhere, almost as if to escape. But this one is called You're in Maya. Almost as if to say "Hey, you're in this and there's no getting out of it. Figure it out."
I can't remember where I heard this so please apply salt as needed, but I think being 'in maya' comes from a religious practice with meditation; it means like, rather than a place, you're being too concerned with the physical & changeable world around you, instead of focusing on the internal / spiritual world
Escape through any substance any place anybody. The self delusion you'll find happy in the next thing and finally be OK. 7 years ago I put down the bottle and started running towards things not away. I'm still not OK but I guess I'll live longer and remember more of how life fan really follow you to step on you anywhere
I think about this comment every time I listen to this song.
"In my music, there's a whole series of songs, uh, going to blank, all these song titles, Going to California, Going to Morocco, wherever. These songs just started as a way of making fun of all my peers from high school, uh, 'cause in Southern California, and probably everywhere but when you're younger, any problem that's local seems specific to where you're from instead of general to the human condition and, uh, and all these people I grew up with, especially if they'd been to Europe or New York, would come back to Claremont and go, oh, I hate it here, I can't wait to go back to New York. And I would go, you know, you're going to bring your problems with you to New York, it's not like New York is full of perfect people. And so I started writing these songs to make fun of that urge to flee where you're from, uh, and romanticize the place that you're going to. But it became a productive thing, because eventually you go someplace yourself, you wind up fleeing." -- 2016-04-14 Calvin College lecture
"It's hard to explain any experience from the outside, but particularly when it involves a lot of experiences that a lot of people haven't had. Um, so when you talk about staying up all night shooting meth, you exclude ninety-nine percent of the population from really being able to say, oh, yeah, I know exactly what you mean. They don't know. To make them know, well, you don't want them really to know [laughs]. You think, what's another thing that people can't understand? A country they haven't been to, right. A, a place they know something about, they know its name, they've heard about it, they could identify stuff that's from there, but they can't go there. They can't have been there. I think that's where, that's where that intersects." -- 2022-04-
“The milk of the cow for the calf” is a rough translation of the irish part of the song
Soo good
Sounds like an old Irish bar song on a road trip. Love it
its actually based on one if i remember correctly
@@icomefromb5403 It is! It's called 'Juice Of The Barley', there's a version sung by the Clancy Brothers here - ua-cam.com/video/E0PUgSKIW0g/v-deo.html
So does Danny boy right? England 1911 for real no orish
it is weird how that works@@jameshuman1753
He hit me right in the face
I drove the Falcon uptown
Hung out in the library parking lot
The swelling'll never go down
Pint of Hiram Walker in the lining
Of my father's old corduroy coat
Big big plans hatching in my brain and a
Big ugly lump in my throat
I drove up to Harvey Mudd and I played pinball
'till I didn't want to kill anyone
Polished off all my cheap whiskey
And stepped out into the California sun
Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
My thirst carried me up the coast
Where it only got sharper, goddammit
In a small room that got even smaller
A block away from the Willamette
There was nowhere I needed to go
And nowhere I wanted to be
And my window looked out upon nothing
And nothing looked right back at me
I had a couple of things on my mind
A couple of problems to think through
And I drank 'til I couldn't see straight anymore
Until there was nothing to drink to
Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
Singing bainne na mbó ar na gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
I drove the Falcon up Towne (Towne is a blvd in Claremont)
Though I've never meant John, the magic of his music is that this song might as well have been written for me.
Hits harder every time
It does.
I litened to this song her a thousand times, just noticed your description. Truth, tears, thanks.
BAINNE NA MBÓ AR NA GAMHNA
AND THE JUICE OF THE BARLEY FOR ME
I think this is my favorite Mountain Goats song, as hard as it is to just pick one.
Maya is the eastern term for the addiction to the worldly suffering of existance- yep.
It was E&J brandy that bastard has in a leather jacket and I drove a Buick regal to play mortal combat but damn John close damn close
Love it
@@jakc6247 Chaidh e uile sìos mar a chaidh ùine seachad.- It's all fades the same as time passes.
@@jameshuman1753 awesome! Forgot about your comment
Hi Joel.
That guy in the crowd is a deeply embedded part of the song for all of us im sure.
But...what does he say in the middle?
to my mind its always been: 'hey everybody, i WROTE this'
pls help me transient wanderers of the mtg youtube playlists.
I usually hear, "This is really good, I wrote this!" but sometimes yours instead.
I think he says “hey everybody, I loooove this”
The man has a thick accent so i interpret the” row” sound as a “low”
These guys fucking JAM
Pint of Hiram Walker. It is an alcohol.
who is the man in the picture
Hiram Walker
@undathebridge seconded.
BYE NAY MM GO IS OM GAWN YAH
bainne na mbó ar na gamhna
The milk of the cow for the calf is a more accurate translation
who's that a picture of?
+Iwon't tellmyname
It's a picture of Hiram Walker.
theeverincreasingly Thanks
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_(religion)