It was eventually included on Tiësto's sixth studio album, The London Sessions (2020).įollowing its release as a single, "Jackie Chan" peaked at number 52 on the US Billboard Hot 100, and number one on US Billboard Dance/Mix Show Airplay chart (Tiësto's third, and the first apiece for Dzeko, Preme, and Malone).
The title of the song is a reference to the martial artist and actor of the same name. It was written by all of the song's performers together with Louis Bell and Luis Raposo Torres. The single was released through Musical Freedom on.
This track takes its name from one of the greatest northern words ever coined, and lyrically reminds me of one of my favourite Tennyson lines: “And dark and true and tender is the North.This version is credited to Tiësto and Dzeko featuring Preme and Post Malone. Ryder-Jones is from West Kirby, so there’s something in the cut of his musical jib that reminds me of home.
And so, through these peculiar months, as I’ve gone walking across southern fields, I’ve listened a great deal to the Bill Ryder-Jones album Yawn (and its companion, Yawny Yawn). Often the easiest way to conjure these things for me is through music. I miss my family and my friends and my godchildren, and I miss the northern landscape and its language. I’m originally from the north-west of England, but, of course, I haven’t been able to return for a long old time. It’s a love song, but the line “And I don’t know if I’ve ever loved any other / Half as much as I do in this light she’s under,” also chimes with the way I feel about the land itself. There is a lightness and a contentment that I feel in America that I do not feel anywhere else, and this song holds that sensation. This Big Bill Broonzy song captures some of that train-sound, and also a little of that laissez-faire attitude to time. And so we bought beer and sat on the embankment, laughing and listening to the train shuffle and creak and groan until it deigned to roll out. The man in the gas station said the trains would sit there for unspecified stretches of time – sometimes minutes, sometimes hours, and while we could try climbing over, it was risky. Meandering home from dinner, we found a freight train blocking our path back to the motel. One of my happiest memories is from McGregor, a small town in Iowa, where the river runs parallel to the railway tracks. Photograph: AlamyĪ few years ago, I drove the length of the Mississippi River, from Minnesota down to the Gulf of Mexico, through Dubuque, the Quad Cities, Muscatine, St Louis, Cairo, and on to Memphis and New Orleans. In 1920, Marquette was the largest railroad terminal in Iowa. Marquette, known as North McGregor, Iowa.
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