kalm wrote: ↑Thu Jan 04, 2024 6:54 am
houndawg wrote: ↑Thu Jan 04, 2024 6:18 am
History's most over-rated band except for a couple of high-water marks in RnR, Gimme Shelter and SFTD, and Gimme Shelter was a good song made into a great song by Merry Clayton a New Orleans gospel singer who'd never heard of the Rolling Stones before she sang with them
Totally agree on the Stones. Too much of a R&B sound for me most of the time.
BtW, Houndy. I’m now starting to play some John Prine and my guitar buddy who I’m working with has me now into Prine, Uncle Tupelo, Guy Clark, and Norman Blake. I’m becoming countrified.
I went to my 50 year high school reunion in September and was a bit taken aback by some of my friends who should know better that hadn't heard of John Prine.
We saw him in Paducah Kentucky and after the show we were hanging out at the square by the Opera House after the show when he came driving by in an old Dodge K car with the back window down and the tips of a couple of fishing poles sticking out the window. A great observer of the American condition and every bit the equal of Dylan and Paul Simon. He was something like 22 years old when he wrote
Angel from Montgomery. Your buddy knows his shit, you're in good hands music-wise. I have very few regtets about my path through life but if I had to do it over I wouldn't wait until I was 40 to get started playing music.
One of Guy Clark's songs that is a favorite of mine is New Cut Road, a song about the westward expansion. Bobby Bare had a hit with it some decades ago. Its an oddly structured tune with nine or ten verses and no chorus, easy to play, two chords, or in my case two notes.
Coleman Bonner was a fiddle-playin fool
he was a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules
Coleman Bonner got a wore out bow
he's been playin two days down the new cut road
Coleman's little sister said
you better act right Coleman
Daddys gone to Louisville he'll be back tonight
he's gonna get another wagon and good pair of mules
and we're all gonna move to Texas, we're just waitin on you Coleman
Coleman's daddy he pulled up in the yard
he said pack up your lives kids its gettin too hard
Kentucky's all right but there's too many people
why just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple
Coleman said daddy don't you worry about me
I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky til the day I be
I"m gonna drink that sour mash I'm gonna race that mare
I got me a woman with fox-red hair
Y'all been moving west since the day you got married
I'm gettin off the wagon I'm too old to be carried
I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky where the bluegrass grows
I'm gonna play it all night down the new cut road
Coleman's daddy said what's it all coming to?
Young people these days are just as stubborn as mules
can't make him go, hes too old for that
its that damned old fiddle and that bowler hat
Coleman's momma sad well let the boy stay
he was raised up solid he can find his own way
As for me well honey I'm with you,
I always thought Kentucky was just passin through
Coleman's little sister she sterted in to cryin
and his daddy shook his hand for the very last time
Coleman's momma said somebody's gotta do it
there wouldn't be no Kentucky if you didn't stick to it Coleman
Coleman Bonner stood there on the porch of their cabin
and watched them all go to Texas in a covered wagon
then he pulled out his fiddle and resined up his bow
and he played a little tune called the New Cut Road
The best way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of opinion but allow very lively debate within that spectrum - Noam Chomsky