Song of the Day #1,065: ‘How On Earth’ – Ron Sexsmith

2004 saw the release of Ron Sexsmith’s seventh studio album, Retriever. This record wasn’t as showily produced as its predecessor, but did maintain the overall polish. Sexsmith was now consistently putting out albums that not only contained great songs but sounded great as well.

I realize that Ron Sexsmith Weekends aren’t exactly setting the world on fire. My meager audience would probably prefer any number of things to these posts. But I have to say, revisiting each of Sexsmith’s albums as I prepare my blog entries, he has grown even more in my estimation.

As a songwriter, I’m prepared to put this frumpy Canadian up there with my very favorites. I’m talking Elvis Costello, Ben Folds, Lucinda Williams and Fiona Apple territory here. He isn’t the dynamo lyrically that those artists are but he makes up for it in sublime songcraft. There’s a reason so many of my musical heroes point to him as a favorite of theirs.

Dreams come true in Heaven
All the time
Baby how on earth

She takes my hand
And I feel like I am home
She understands if I need to be alone
When I am down and can’t go on
She fills my heart with song

We see it in the movies all the time
Baby how on earth
Did we stumble upon this storyline
Baby how on earth
Did we pull it off
So green
So unrehearsed
Baby how on earth

When she is sad
There is so much hope inside
When she is glad all the tears flow to her eyes
When I’m away I think of her
To a dream my mind wanders

Dreams come true in Heaven all the time
Baby how on earth
Did we happen upon this love divine
Baby how on earth
Did we find us
Down here where people get hurt
Baby how on earth

Yes how on earth did we ever find us
We thought tomorrow was behind us
So glad to be wrong
She fills my heart with song

We see it in the movies all the time
Baby how on earth
Did we stumble upon this storyline
Baby how on earth

Dreams come true in Heaven all the time
Baby how on earth
Did we happen upon this love divine
Baby how on earth
Did we find us
Down here where people get hurt
Baby how on earth

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5 thoughts on “Song of the Day #1,065: ‘How On Earth’ – Ron Sexsmith

  1. pegclifton says:

    I’m sorry you’re not getting that much feedback on this singer. I find your blogs interesting and it’s always good to learn about someone new. I must admit that I never heard of him before this. After checking some info, I see that his tours are mostly outside of the US; maybe he needs to start coming here. Anyway, there is something very sweet about his music; and my favorite so far is your first entry “I write the book” with Elvis Costello.

  2. Dana says:

    Funny that Peg’s favorite entry on Sexsmith his cover of Costello’s song:)

    Sexsmith is, indeed, a fine artist and very good songwriter. However, I would not put him in the same company as the likes of Costello or Folds or even Apple.

    This song, for example, is perfectly nice, but nothing I would ever feel the need to hear again and, at least from what I have heard of him so far (on your blog and on my IPod), that sentiment holds true for most of his songs. Perhaps it all just comes back to, for me, wanting an artist to have a certain edge about him or her. It’s that edge that will grab me, on occassion, for an artist like Beck or Apple or Elliot Smith. It’s certainly that edge that keeps me hooked on people like Costello, Folds, etc…I’m not suggesting that every song has to have that edge–clearly some of my favorite artists have written some relatively edgeless stuff–but those artists have earned the right to take it down a notch at times given the greater body of work. With Sexsmith, at least so far, I’m hearing much sweetness in well crafted songs but nothing all that unique, nothing all that edgy (except perhaps for that disasterous disco sounding song you did a few weeks back–but that was just bad)

    As for the lackluster, borderline hostile, response by your faithful to Sexsmith weekends, as I said when you started this, weekends are something most people look forward to. We want the fun, we want escape. As much as you seem to love and admire Sexsmith, can you not see that most of your faithful don’t go into the weekend thinking–oh, goodie, I can’t wait to hear that next Sexsmith song? Or as Amy put it yesterday, as we were talking about your Glee countdown, “I wonder what he will post tomorrow. Oh wait, we have to deal with that Sexsmith stuff through the weekend. Damn!”

  3. Clay says:

    Well, I follow the old writing adage… write for yourself, not your audience.

    I spend a lot more time planning, prepping and writing these blog entries than anybody spends reading them. So the best I can do is follow my muse and hope that at least occasionally others will enjoy the ride.

    Sometimes I’ll hit a nerve with my most loyal readers (as with the Glee Weekends) and sometimes with a much larger, mostly anonymous audience (as with the Dylan Weekends and to a smaller degree the Sexsmith Weekends). Sometimes maybe you’re the only person in the world who reads an entry. :-)

    Sexsmith happens to be one of my desert island artists, so he’s getting his much-deserved time in the sun. Somebody else will take his place soon enough.

  4. Amy says:

    I’m pleased that you’re rediscovering just how much you love Sexsmith. This blog is, first and foremost, a place for you to explore your musical interests in writing.

    Just quit complaining when one of those musical interests happens not to set your meager audience members’ hearts aflutter. :P

    See you on Monday for song #5 on the Glee countdown… can’t wait! :)

  5. Clay says:

    Hey, I’m not complaining… if anything I’m apologizing.

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