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DOES IT REALLY MATTER IF SOLDIERS ARE HEROES?

Here's how it all started. On August 2Oth I received this E-mail from Paul Dolman of Birmingham, England; 

"I've probably missed the boat but I've just heard a song by Janet Jackson (its in the charts here) and it sounds to me if she has nicked part of "Soldiers who want to be heroes". I may be wrong, or I may be right and you know about it anyway..... But if you can, give it a listen. I couldn't catch the title."

Paul did get the title and a couple of days later sent it to me. The title was "Doesn't Really Matter." Meanwhile Zoe Baker sent this from Sydney Australia; "Who says Rod McKuen isn't contemporary, first you wind up on the soundtrack of "The Matrix," then Madonna and William Orbst sample another song, now Janet Jackson is performing "Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes" with a new lyric. What gives?"

Other letters began arriving so I hiked myself to Virgin Records and bought a copy of Ms. Jackson's disk. Only the import version was available so I assumed it hadn't yet been released here. Wrong. As I found out later from Wade it was sold out because it was currently the number one single in the country. 

On the way home (I was with Edward and Bob) we played the recording on Edward's car system and he nearly hit a tree. It's the first time in a long time I've ever known Edward to be at a loss for words. He just began laughing uncontrollably.

Meanwhile I'd told no one else about the situation so I decided to give it the ultimate test. Why not let those most familiar with my work (you) tell me if they heard a resemblance to any of my work in "Doesn't Really Matter." Without mention of "Soldiers" or any other title of mine I wrote a Flight Plan asking you to listen to Ms. Jackson's recordings and see if it reminded you of anything of mine.

Here are some of the responses. Every single one pointed to "Soldiers Who Want to be Heroes" with the exception of two.
Those two, one from Sharon McElroy of Arizona and the other from Rita Bartlow, named no other song of mine or anybody else's. They didn't detect any resemblance to any other composition.

Here are some of the other responses:

I looked everywhere for a copy of Janet Jackson song "Doesn't Really Matter", finally found one yesterday, Sat., I didn't buy it, just listened). I have to say by the second play through the strains of something familiar seemed to be begging for a name. Bear in mind I didn't buy it so I couldn't play them back-to-back, so I'm left to memory here, and if that serves me well I think there was a definite similarity to "Soldiers Who Want To Be Hero's". But I have to admit that I don't have a trained or even an 'untrained' ear for music and know nothing of the technical side, only what I like and dislike. So, that's my long-winded way of saying I could be wrong. No doubt I am. But for what it's worth... Hope it helps. With Love, Shirley A.Sheehan


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It's funny you should mention that today because I was in the car a few days ago saying to Brenda that the tag Janet used really hit my "sound's like a McKuen" nerve with me. Brenda, being used to my song comparison nature, just gave me the "I hear you, but I don't know if I'm interested" look ;-) that she always gives me in those moments!

Here's what I think it is....it is the chorus to "Soldiers Who Want to be Heroes". It's the phrase "Soldiers who want to be heroes, number practically zero. But there are millions who want to be civilians." (now that I sing it in my head, I guess that's the entire chorus----shoot!, it's the entire tag that you composed the song around!).

She doesn't use any of the words, she just uses the melody to start off her chorus. If you follow this link, I converted the song to a Real Media file, but not for streaming---so
download it. I just did her song ('cause I know you have yours).

You honestly cannot mistake the tune. It's more evident than George Harrison's "My Sweet Lord" going up against "He's So Fine". Take care, Eric Yaeger


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Hi Rod, Since I only listened to a VERY brief clip of the song from Amazon.com just to see if I could hear anything, I may be way off base. I'm not sure, by what I'm hearing, what part is the chorus of her song, but there is a part that sounds to me like the verses of "Soldiers Who Want to be Heroes."

Waiting to hear news of a concert sometime soon....we miss hearing you perform your songs and poetry !! Thank you for sharing your words and music with us for all these years. Be well and happy. Beth Wood

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Loved the video of "Doesn't Really Matter," but it could have used some more high stepping soldiers in it. Gus Weintrob

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Dear Rod: The beat is the same and I can read your
"Soldiers" words into the music. No-one writes like Rod McKuen. Therefore there can be no duplicate. I have
heard your song at least 100 times. This is just my opinion--but women have great instincts. Do you mind if I say "it is you". "Soldiers" is in that song. That is my opinion. Love, Nan

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Dear Rod: Even with the change of words, Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes is the music Janet Jackson is using in her "Doesn't Really Matter" song. Not hard to figure out is it. Just about 4 seconds of hearing is all I needed. Sonja

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At the time you mentioned "Doesn't Really Matter" I hadn't heard the song by Janet Jackson (she's great but I'm not much of a fan). I did finally hear it last week while being a couch potato and flipping through channels. I watched the video because the promised follow-up video was Matchbox 20 (more on THAT later). I forgot about your question, so when I saw you mention it again today (and make a point of my not responding *G*) I started "hearing" the song again in my head. Didn't take long to come up with "Soldiers Who Want to Be Heroes". Right? Tara Scofield

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Dear Rod, I only had to listen to Janet Jackson's "Doesn't Really Matter" once to definitely catch the tune of "Soldiers Who Want To Be Hero's". Kathy Avants

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Hi Rod, If asked to rate Janet Jackson's new song on the basis of originality, this CIVILIAN would give it PRACTICALLY ZERO. Love, Ann Berzinsky)

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Dear Rod, I could be dead wrong, but I think that I hear echoes of "Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes" in the chorus of that track by Janet Jackson. I heard it over the phone from another computer so the sound was terrible, (couldn't make out most of the lyric) and the tempo of "Doesn't Really Matter" is so fast. The chorus of Janet's catchy song rolled around in my mind for some time before I thought of 'soldiers'.

I played Vol. 3 of your Greatest Hits CDs last night to listen to "Soldiers Who Want to be Heroes" just to refresh my memory, and I'm still not entirely sure if what I thought I heard was actually there. If I'm wrong, blame it on these jaded ears, or "The Klumps".

While I had the CD on I also played "The Single Man" a couple of times. As usual, that song brought back so many memories for me that I was moved to tears once again; it always happens. *S* Take care Rod. With love & affection,
Larry Baillie

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Hi Rod, Finally managed to track down a copy of "Doesn't Really Matter" - didn't know it was only available as a single and that it was the soundtrack from "Nutty Professor 2".

It's definitely "Soldiers Who Want to be Heroes." My opinion - she doesn't have a prayer!!!!! Go kick some ass, dude. It's the most blatant crib I've ever heard. Blue Skies, Ken.

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Dear Rod: The words may be different but that doesn't negate the fact that the song is Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes. Does Janet Jackson have permission to change your words? Alan Sierra 



As this thing moves along (and you know it will) I'll keep you posted. In addition to everything else I've also discovered something else very pawky about the whole business. RM

ROSE & A MAC DATA BASE

Hello Rod, My folks were visiting me the other day, and my Dad and I started to sing ( That' OK, Rose would say) and reminisced about the Rod McKuen LP, we had when I was a kid years ago. I have been trying to find a tape of it with no success.

Would you remember on what album the song Rose was on. I would like to find it for my Dad. He is almost 80 and he likes to listen to music, as part of his daily schedule.

I was reading your (Thoughts on the last days of summer).
You mentioned about finding someone who can write a Mac database for your organizing your songs and poems. He writes software and has something that can help. I'm not trying to drum up business, just thought I'd let you know.

FYI if interested. Web page Kaltero.com Thank you for your time. Best Regards, Paula J. Felman


Dear Paula, The column you read about me searching for a Data Base for my songs and poetry was a repeat from a couple of years ago. Since then I've had the most wonderful tool imaginable and one that I use every day. Jay Hagan created not just a compendium of titles, sources and first lines to all of my poems and songs but an actual word by word electronic file. I have that and a printout that saves me hours of time in tracking down information for the hundreds of queries like yours that I get every week. It is an absolutely indispensable reference work and I'd be lost without it.

Leyland Ho has created a Filemaker Data Base that contains all my albums and singles. I've been using it lately to keep track of the restoration of older tapes to the Dat and CD format. 

When I need 'sound' assistance or information on the latest techniques and developments in the science of recording I can always count on Eric Yaeger to answer my questions or volunteer information I might otherwise miss.

Melinda Smith collates and types the monthly birthday list, a heavy-duty job and her largess is responsible for the ASPTL Mirror site.

Wade Alexander, my friend and associate for almost forty years, and the walking encyclopedia on all things McKuen (and everything else related to popular music), now lives and works on the East Coast. Thank God for E-mail, because no week goes by without us being in touch involving something or other that only he can look up or remember. This week, for instance, he dug up an obscure LP catalog number I needed to track down some important tapes. Both of us came late to computers and his database remains in his head.

I miss Wade and his daily help and advice and I can't wait to see him next month when I go back to the big apple for the East Coast memorial to Bobby Fryer and various meetings.

Wade did all the research on the original birthday list. Almost daily I unhappily surprise him with a misspelled name. Melinda and I just don't have the time, knowledge and kind of resources Wade does for tracking down obscure spellings, not to mention my one finger typing that even screws up friends names.

THE DATA BASE I NEED DESPERATELY

What I do not have, other than on card files and in my head, is a Data Base covering all of my songs from the standpoint of copyright dates and numbers, artists who've recorded them, co-authors if any, original, foreign and subsequent publishers and a few other items that go toward maintaining a business-like catalog of my compositions. This is becoming more and more important because I want to sell the entire catalog soon and the details have to be on paper.

Once I have the data-base, it has to be in Filemaker for Mac, I'd take great delight in entering all the information myself. Song titles and 'stuff' surrounding them help bring back wonderful memories. As formidable as the task of entering information on 2000 plus songs is, doing it myself will even help with the autobiography (yes, that's finally in the works.) 

Leland would be the obvious guy to approach for this, but so far I haven't had the guts to do so.

Finally, Paula, thanks to my handy Hagan Compendium I can report to you that "Rose" is available on the LaserLight CD "Early Harvest" from Stanyan By Mail. Incidentally, of all the songs I've written, "Rose" was my mom's favorite. Warmly, Rod

LITTLE GUYS?

I know there must have been a lot of little guys helping you along the way. You mention the celebrities as your friends. I can only picture you as a loving friend to the ordinary people along the way. I had a friend once that packed up and moved from Cincinnati to work for you. Rose Adkins. Haven't heard from her since. A little guy? Joan

Dear Joan, You must be new to the Flight Plan or you'd know that there are not, nor have there ever been, any "little guys helping (me) along the way." I only walk with giants. And, any one who has offered a hand, bought a book or record, given advice that worked, attended a concert, taught me a lesson, shared an idea or themselves with me is a giant in my lexicon.

It's not my fault that you only recognize the "celebrity names" I drop. You just haven't had the privilege of knowing the unfamiliar names I speak about more frequently than those you're familiar with.

We certainly do have at least one person in common, a great friend and love of mine, the very talented Rose Adkins. I'm glad you brought up her name because I had a letter from her last week and I owe her an answer.

Rose did come to work for me for a while. She did a great job and helped me a lot. Alas, as a secretary to Rod McKuen she was far below her station. She is a fine writer and teacher of writing in her own right. She has a newsletter of her own and lectures and teaches at writer's workshops all over the country. 

As an aside, she also did what many consider the finest, most informative and frank interview with me of any journalist. It became a cover story for Writer's Digest and was good enough to wind up in a major hard cover collection of interviews with nearly all of America's most important living writers. It wasn't included in that anthology (Writers on Writing) because of me or who I am, but because of Rose Adkins ability to pull the best out of the subject she's interviewing. Trust me on that, because I'm not exactly the darling of the literary establishment. If you'd like to read it for yourself you'll find it elsewhere on this site.

Rose put up with me longer than any assistant I've ever had, with the exception of Gerry Robinson who retired after being my secretary for over a dozen years. I'm not an easy guy to work for, since I keep very much to myself and it's a testament to Rose that though I still need one desperately, I haven't had another assistant since she left. 

Based on her most recent letter, she's doing just fine. I'll send her your E-mail address when I write her. If I were you I wouldn't rate Rose as "a little guy" in your life, she's big in every way that counts. Losing track of her again will be your loss. Kindest regards, Rod 

If you live in the USA, don't forget to watch the first presidential debates tonight. Be informed. Only five weeks till Election Day! You gotta vote, if only because it entitles you to bitch for the next four years. Later, while you're twisting the night away celebrating Chubby Checker's birthday, don't forget tomorrow is Webmaster Ken's day for taking over this space with his "This One Does It For Me." I'm sure you enjoy it as much as I always do. 

I'll be back on Thursday, unless I decide to take the day off. That's a good idea but one I better not dwell on, I'm too far behind on mail as it is. "Keep those answers shorter, Rod." "OK, Rod, I'll try." "Yeah, sure." Jeez, now he's having conversations with himself. No days off this week, I promise, see you on Thursday.

                        RM 10/1/2000 Previously unpublished.

notable birthdays Gertrude Berg o Erik Bruhn o Lindsay Buckingham o Neve Campbell o Chubby Checker o Eddie Cochran o Pamela Hensley o Tommy Lee o Warner Oland o Emily Post o Steve Reich o Madlyn Rhue o Stevie Ray Vaughn o Gore Vidal o Jack Wagner o Dave Winfield o Thomas Wolf
Rod's random thoughts Every generation gap should have some kind of bridge - even if it's only made of love.

The true believer always questions; only sheep are silent.

Marriage renders a man unique, virtuous and wise - so does thirty years in a monastery.

UP FROM THE STREET

Safety seizes me
more often
as the years go by.
I stay at home
comfortable
with my discomfort
sure because of my unsureness.

Silence owns me,
will not let me go
unless I force myself
out the door -
( now double-locked )
into the elevator
and out upon the street.

The street is beautiful.
Where once I kept
within the shadow
of tall buildings
I now parade in sunlight,
window-shop and stop
            for crossings.

Sometimes even greet
                    old friends
I never knew had moved
into the neighborhood.

Once I'm on the street
I might meander
two blocks, five
              or anywhere.
If I pack a lunch
I might stay within the city
sunrise to the day's end.
But I remain on guard
showing off my sanity
making sure that passersby
continue in their passing
and so such preconceived a plan
as lunches paper bagged
and ready to be shared
is an indulgence
I cannot afford.

I might as well be home,
trimming sideburns, changing shirts
or studying my own reflection
             at the mirror's edge
( long ago I learned to shave,
tie ties and comb my hair
without confronting mirrors squarely.)

The street exists for me
as a place of observation.
The pace I practice,
head down striding, straight ahead
is meant to preclude others
              from observing me.

I will not say that dark intentions
fail to lurk inside of me
nor that I keep them in control
and they cannot of themselves
bob freely to the surface
but my forays are not so planned
that I darn undarned underwear
in case the truck or trailers
       aim is true
and I'm unmasked forever
by nurse or undertaker.

I am not afraid of streets
no alleyway has been
             antagonistic to me.
Highways leading east and west
and all the other variations
have been home.

But my new home is safety.
Not Rome or Omaha or
                      Oakland,
Paris or the scattered islands
pretending to be Greek.
While I bear no grudge
to Alamo or San Francisco,
their knives are sharpened
waiting not behind the structures
but in the naked or
the peopled paths for me.

But pride or paranoia
does not, will not
keep me from appointed avenues.
What I feel for sidewalks
is akin to how I loved
the railroad right of way
when I was ten and younger.

Perhaps I've run too often
in these so different
               places
not to know
that what I feel
is more than dreaming.

I am not complaining.
City streets and those
         in little towns
have given me so much
that I could build
an airfield or a pyramid
out of all the outside
             spaces
I've been allowed to occupy.

Rejection, then, runs riot.
Perhaps I'm streetwise
               knowing that.
And while rejection
never seems to walk
                 toward me
arms spread wide
and smile curled down.
It always waits
in eastern cities.
That's the game,
taking the chance
looking rejection
                  in the eye.
Curiously I'm never suspect
                    of acceptance.
That has more to do with need
                       than ego.

I need,
but I am not complaining
that would be disservice
to the worlds I've toured and traveled.

Even now,
despite the worry
that I cannot measure up
to what I think I should be
I know a new acquaintance,
friend and maybe more
will seek me out and find me.
If ever I forget
I've but to think back
to a nearby yesterday
to know that I've been rediscovered
nightly and twice nightly.
Just when finally sure
that I'd been relegated
to the backroom
and the field beyond the clearing.

This winter
after some deliberation
I've decided yet again
to give New York another try.

Those years ago on fifty-fifth street
when I sold blood and sometimes me
                            to keep alive
are not remembered sadly.
They were only different years
full of other kinds of circumstance.

I could count on Sloopy
when the world was turning
but not fast enough
now the needs not filled by others
have been assumed by Nickoli,
who sleeps just underneath my chin
and in the morning purrs me wide-awake.

These days
my voice calls out
from too wide t. v. screens
exhorting others to give blood
and in the space I've traveled,
( one block over to the right )
within the intervening years
I've been bought and sold
       electronically by experts.

Surprisingly
a thirty-fifth floor penthouse
isn't that much different
from a three flight walk-up.
More public in the elevator, yes
but all my walls are thick.

Best of all
the New York City streets
are little changed
and more a home to me
than stereo and stainless chairs.

Do not be surprised
to see me then
breaking all the rules
I've here set down.
I'll get through the winter
                  yes I will
bare headed and all smiles
even if I do so
step by step on city streets alone.
Crossing crossings
or waiting for the light
       to change
I go on hearing optimistic voices.

Could I
I would not deny
that even in this city's 
                  coldest cold,
its poorest gray mid-winter night . . .
almost more than anywhere,
once in a while along the way
love's been good to me.

                      -
From "Love's Been Good To Me," 1978
© 1978, 1984, 1988, 1999, 2000 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan o Coordinated by Melinda Smith
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