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Post by Fairweather on May 4, 2008 19:57:47 GMT -5
Hey, g1, would that be "Travelin' Man/Beautiful Loser"?
We had eight-track tapes too. A favorite (one I'm still looking for on CD) was by bluegrass singer Mac Wiseman, the standout track being his recording of the traditional ballad "Barbara Allen." I've got a sort of sentimental attachment to "Barbara Allen": it and "Wayfaring Stranger" were my paternal grandfather's favorite songs, and the pseudonym "greenbrier" that I used to use was related to it: "On William's grave there grew a red rose/On Barbara's grew a green brier."
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Post by pdb on May 4, 2008 19:58:38 GMT -5
Glad I was able to help, dear heart. I'm thinking of submitting it at the one place it DEFINITELY won't show up--yep, NH--for the h**l of it. Please do, Katie; it certainly needs to be read by many --I can only hope it gets posted!!
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Post by Fairweather on May 4, 2008 20:25:58 GMT -5
I done it, Miss Pam. I don't have high hopes, because it's AWFUL long and doesn't sing Olbermann's praises and I didn't manage to work in an O'Reilly reference (although I did add one to Douglas Feith after "electrons")--but we can dream.
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Post by pdb on May 4, 2008 20:34:00 GMT -5
I done it, Miss Pam. I don't have high hopes, because it's AWFUL long and doesn't sing Olbermann's praises and I didn't manage to work in an O'Reilly reference (although I did add one to Douglas Feith after "electrons")--but we can dream. Yes we can dream, Katie; here's to our dreams, friend!! Thanks!!
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Post by pdb on May 4, 2008 20:35:44 GMT -5
Oops, sorry, Katie --yes we can dream!!
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Post by moonstone on May 4, 2008 20:41:28 GMT -5
Thanks, Katie. fwiw, I've been squeezing my brain for a while now trying to remember a medley from Seger's live album, the second song of which was Beautiful Loser. It's the first song I can't remember... just that there was a fabulous segue into the second. As an indication of my chronological age, I had the "album" on 8-track... "8-track" --LOL again, g1!! Remember the good old days at News Hole; anytime snottie scottie or Larry would bring up Bill Clinton and Monica --B A would chime in with one of his absolutely brilliant posts --I'll never forget the one where he used the "stop playing that old 8-track" and incorporated it into a song he wrote and posted--he's just brilliant!! One of my all-time favorite lines of B A's related the subpoenas issued to Harriet Miers and Karl Rove; B A wrote - "Red Rover, Red Rover, send Karl Rove's subpoena right over." I think everyone on that thread commented --I know I couldn't stop laughing all night!! snottie scottie? Would you mind if I use that little term of endearment, Pam? Oh, the fun I could have with that!!
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Post by pdb on May 4, 2008 20:43:46 GMT -5
"8-track" --LOL again, g1!! Remember the good old days at News Hole; anytime snottie scottie or Larry would bring up Bill Clinton and Monica --B A would chime in with one of his absolutely brilliant posts --I'll never forget the one where he used the "stop playing that old 8-track" and incorporated it into a song he wrote and posted--he's just brilliant!! One of my all-time favorite lines of B A's related the subpoenas issued to Harriet Miers and Karl Rove; B A wrote - "Red Rover, Red Rover, send Karl Rove's subpoena right over." I think everyone on that thread commented --I know I couldn't stop laughing all night!! snottie scottie? Would you mind if I use that little term of endearment, Pam? Oh, the fun I could have with that!! Oh PLEASE do, moon; I know I'll be entertained!!
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Post by Laura on May 5, 2008 1:39:56 GMT -5
(Stepping forward with mock salute: Aunt Ornery, requesting permission to bore the readership--) I decided while I was fixing supper that I needed to listen to some music with more--what's the word I want? Something to get my blood pumping. So I chose my favorite Michigander--think that's what they're called--Bob Seger. Loved Bob Seger since high school. My favorites of his output are "The Fire Inside" (with killer piano by Roy Bittan of The E Street Band), "We Got Tonight," "Night Moves," "Like a Rock," and "Against the Wind." All of them pretty much downers about loneliness and aging; I'm not lonely, but I'm feeling my age the past few days. Tonight, though, the one that gets my attention most is a meditation about life on the road from a musician's point of view: "Turn the Page." Seger originally recorded this, says Wikipedia, on the 1973 album Back in '72, but it didn't become a fan favorite until a 1975 live version. Sometimes my mind makes very peculiar connections (yeah, something to do with electrons, no doubt). I got to thinking about how this song could also be applied to life on the road for the political candidate. your thoughts will soon be wandering The way they always do When you're ridin' sixteen hours And there's nothin' much to do And you don't feel much like ridin', You just wish the trip was through. . . Makes me grateful not to be one, as the song goes on: Well you walk into a restaurant, Strung out from the road And you feel the eyes upon you As you're shakin' off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you But you just want to explode. . . (insert snarky remark here--especially if you're John McCain of the explosive temper) Over and over: the same songs for the musician, the same tired rhetoric and speeches for the candidate. I recall the late great country singer George Morgan complaining that singing his greatest hit, "Candy Kisses," was "like going to work." At this stage it's no doubt very much that way for the candidate. Here I am On the road again There I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' star again There I go Turn the page. . . And they get up and they do it all again tomorrow. No wonder they make mistakes, misspeak, take bad advice from people who have agendas other than the one the candidate professes. Tonight, I'm inclined to give the candidates a pass. Their souls must be wailing like the saxophone that opens and closes this song, for time to rest, for time to be alone, for time to THINK. (I can just hear Auntie now: Honey, you ort t'have saved that un fer Fairweather.) ;D Katie -- absolutely beautiful!! I'll join you tonight in giving the all the candidates a "pass" --so true, they must be exhausted!! I give them a huge amount of credit just for running --Who, in their right mind, would want to be picked apart, scrutinized, have their family's lives dissected, etc. etc. etc.?? They must be sooooooooooo tired right now; again, thank you; “Turn the Page” –what a spot on song, my dear friend!! Ditto what Pam said. I sure couldn't do what they are doing. Gotta give them credit for their tremendous efforts.
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Post by Fairweather on May 6, 2008 12:04:40 GMT -5
Okay, y'all, don't everybody groan at once, but I have another suggestion about music.
Some years ago (let's not discuss how many; I can't remember myself exactly) on a visit to our Sequoyah Museum about fifteen miles up the road--it's owned by the Eastern Band of the Cherokee Nation--I dropped into their gift shop. I generally am not interested in crafts and etc., but music and books I gravitate to. On this particular visit I came across a CD and fell in love with the song titles, improbable though it may sound; I bought the CD, brought it home, played it, fell in love with the music, and today it holds a proud place on my personal list of the greatest albums/CDs ever made.
This CD is Robbie Robertson and the Red Road Ensemble's MUSIC FOR THE NATIVE AMERICANS (1994, Capitol Records). Robbie Robertson was, I learned later (about most things outside classic country I'm woefully ignorant) a member of The Band and worked with Bob Dylan. More relevant to this particular rant, he is of Mohawk descent.
The music is not pure Native American. What it is is rock--Robertson's forte--influenced by Native American music, particularly in the percussion tracks, with lyrics influenced by Native American legend, at least the ones that Robertson wrote himself; others are composed and performed by Native Americans, in their native tongues, with instrumentation provided by Robertson and others. Of the performers themselves, the only ones I knew by name (although I had heard the others on documentaries about Native American history and culture) were Coolidge: Rita Coolidge, her sister Priscilla, and niece Laura Satterfield.
Two tracks are mainly instrumental, with voices providing incidental background. Other tracks include a gorgeous hallucinatory piece about a meeting with the Dine people's legendary Skinwalker; a meditation on the love of Mother Earth and family based on the words of the great Nez Perce chief Joseph; and an unbelievably beautiful duet between Lakota opera singer Bonnie Jo Hunt and crickets (yes, crickets) that accompanies a recitation performed by Robertson himself.
As I said before, it's not Native American; the kindest way one could describe it probably would be as a loose fusion of Native American and rock. Still, the music is deeply spiritual, the percussion almost like the earth's heartbeat. It's very soothing, especially in these troubled days when politics are nasty, the world is in turmoil, and my soul needs rest.
That is, if I can sneak it out of Mom's CD player. She goes to sleep listening to it.
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Post by Laura on May 6, 2008 12:37:00 GMT -5
Okay, y'all, don't everybody groan at once, but I have another suggestion about music. Some years ago (let's not discuss how many; I can't remember myself exactly) on a visit to our Sequoyah Museum about fifteen miles up the road--it's owned by the Eastern Band of the Cherokee Nation--I dropped into their gift shop. I generally am not interested in crafts and etc., but music and books I gravitate to. On this particular visit I came across a CD and fell in love with the song titles, improbable though it may sound; I bought the CD, brought it home, played it, fell in love with the music, and today it holds a proud place on my personal list of the greatest albums/CDs ever made. This CD is Robbie Robertson and the Red Road Ensemble's MUSIC FOR THE NATIVE AMERICANS (1994, Capitol Records). Robbie Robertson was, I learned later (about most things outside classic country I'm woefully ignorant) a member of The Band and worked with Bob Dylan. More relevant to this particular rant, he is of Mohawk descent. The music is not pure Native American. What it is is rock--Robertson's forte--influenced by Native American music, particularly in the percussion tracks, with lyrics influenced by Native American legend, at least the ones that Robertson wrote himself; others are composed and performed by Native Americans, in their native tongues, with instrumentation provided by Robertson and others. Of the performers themselves, the only ones I knew by name (although I had heard the others on documentaries about Native American history and culture) were Coolidge: Rita Coolidge, her sister Priscilla, and niece Laura Satterfield. Two tracks are mainly instrumental, with voices providing incidental background. Other tracks include a gorgeous hallucinatory piece about a meeting with the Dine people's legendary Skinwalker; a meditation on the love of Mother Earth and family based on the words of the great Nez Perce chief Joseph; and an unbelievably beautiful duet between Lakota opera singer Bonnie Jo Hunt and crickets (yes, crickets) that accompanies a recitation performed by Robertson himself. As I said before, it's not Native American; the kindest way one could describe it probably would be as a loose fusion of Native American and rock. Still, the music is deeply spiritual, the percussion almost like the earth's heartbeat. It's very soothing, especially in these troubled days when politics are nasty, the world is in turmoil, and my soul needs rest. That is, if I can sneak it out of Mom's CD player. She goes to sleep listening to it. Thanks Katie. I listened to the samples of all the music on the CD you mentioned..Music For The Native Americans. It is indeed very soothing for these times and I can understand why your mom falls asleep listening to it. I love the sharing of music.
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Post by Fairweather on May 6, 2008 12:51:20 GMT -5
Glad to share, Laura.
Gonna crow a little here. That little rant I contributed here the other day about Bob Seger? I realized it combines almost perfectly my passions for music and bulls***ting, so I adapted it a bit and posted it over at FW. See how it plays out there. I had to give it a title so I called it "Turn the Page": A Political Rant with Incidental Music.
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Post by Laura on May 6, 2008 12:58:34 GMT -5
Glad to share, Laura. Gonna crow a little here. That little rant I contributed here the other day about Bob Seger? I realized it combines almost perfectly my passions for music and bulls***ting, so I adapted it a bit and posted it over at FW. See how it plays out there. I had to give it a title so I called it "Turn the Page": A Political Rant with Incidental Music. LOL! Music and bulls**ting...just my kind of combination! although I go easy on the BS!
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Post by Laura on May 6, 2008 13:20:16 GMT -5
Glad to share, Laura. Gonna crow a little here. That little rant I contributed here the other day about Bob Seger? I realized it combines almost perfectly my passions for music and bulls***ting, so I adapted it a bit and posted it over at FW. See how it plays out there. I had to give it a title so I called it "Turn the Page": A Political Rant with Incidental Music. Great post at FW Katie. Also..beautiful picture of Secretariat. Gotta get over to FW when I can spend oodles of time just reading all those wonderful posts.
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Post by Fairweather on May 6, 2008 13:59:38 GMT -5
Thank you, Miss Laura. You are so good for my amour-propre. (I'm gonna run short of my high school French before the end of the day.)
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Post by Fairweather on May 8, 2008 12:42:28 GMT -5
news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080508/ap_on_en_mu/obit_arnoldIt's a sad day in country music, and in my heart too: Eddy Arnold, whose career as a country singer spanned nearly seventy years, has died in Nashville, a week short of his ninetieth birthday. He had a silky-smooth baritone that no one else in the field ever quite matched, although he influenced them all: Jim Reeves, Jim Ed Brown, George Morgan, Roy Drusky--In his prime, had he so chosen, he could have been as major a pop star as Frank Sinatra or Perry Como, but he remained true to his country roots, more or less; he was known during the 1960s as a "countrypolitan" star. It would take the whole board to cover all the hits he had, so I'll content myself with just two: a wonderful swing tune called "That Cuddlebuggin' Baby of Mine" which online is said to have been released in 1963 but probably was a decade or more older, with no other accompaniment than a steel guitar, a piano, and an upright bass; and the heartbreakingly beautiful "You Don't Know Me," a 1956 recording of a song he wrote with the great songwriter Cindy Walker. . . .you give your hand to me and then you say goodbye I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy To never, never know the one who loves you so No, you don't know me. . . It began to rain just as I began this little--tribute, rant, whatever you want to call it. I'd like to think that up in Hillbilly Heaven, the great stars who went before him are crying for joy now that he's with them again.
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Post by pdb on May 8, 2008 13:09:42 GMT -5
news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080508/ap_on_en_mu/obit_arnoldIt's a sad day in country music, and in my heart too: Eddy Arnold, whose career as a country singer spanned nearly seventy years, has died in Nashville, a week short of his ninetieth birthday. He had a silky-smooth baritone that no one else in the field ever quite matched, although he influenced them all: Jim Reeves, Jim Ed Brown, George Morgan, Roy Drusky--In his prime, had he so chosen, he could have been as major a pop star as Frank Sinatra or Perry Como, but he remained true to his country roots, more or less; he was known during the 1960s as a "countrypolitan" star. It would take the whole board to cover all the hits he had, so I'll content myself with just two: a wonderful swing tune called "That Cuddlebuggin' Baby of Mine" which online is said to have been released in 1963 but probably was a decade or more older, with no other accompaniment than a steel guitar, a piano, and an upright bass; and the heartbreakingly beautiful "You Don't Know Me," a 1956 recording of a song he wrote with the great songwriter Cindy Walker. . . .you give your hand to me and then you say goodbye I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy To never, never know the one who loves you so No, you don't know me. . . It began to rain just as I began this little--tribute, rant, whatever you want to call it. I'd like to think that up in Hillbilly Heaven, the great stars who went before him are crying for joy now that he's with them again. A beautiful tribute, Katie; thank you!!
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Post by moonstone on May 8, 2008 14:34:26 GMT -5
Thanks, katie, for this great tribute. This really brings it back for me. My mother and I used to watch a lot of country music shows on television, and I remember Eddie Arnold being her absolute favorite.
I just read that he and Elvis Presley were both managed by Colonel Tom Parker. My mother really liked Elvis, too, even better than I did. She could always pick 'em. Her other country music favorite was Patsy Cline. Who could argue with that? Not me. I'm not crazy.
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Post by Fairweather on May 8, 2008 16:24:47 GMT -5
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Post by pdb on May 8, 2008 16:28:45 GMT -5
Excellent, Katie!! Eddy Arnold would be proud --"you done good" --again!! Thank you so much for sharing this; it brought me to a "better" place today --but your posts always do, my dear friend!! HUGS
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Post by Fairweather on May 8, 2008 16:41:22 GMT -5
Thanks and hugs back to ya, Miss Pam!
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Post by Laura on May 8, 2008 17:15:45 GMT -5
Thank you Katie. I liked many of Eddy Arnold's songs, but the one Fairweather wrote down the words to "You Don't Know Me" is one of my favorites. Dear Fairweather, she is a sentimental one. Mr. Arnold is now beside Mrs. Arnold and they are happy together again.
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Post by Fairweather on May 8, 2008 18:53:19 GMT -5
Truly they are. It reminds me, sadly, of how soon Johnny Cash followed June Carter--almost no time at all. And yes, Fairweather has her moments--unless, of course, there's a Madame Sadie sighting--then all bets are off--
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Post by Fairweather on May 9, 2008 14:40:15 GMT -5
PUH-LEEZE say a kind word about the late Eddy Arnold tonight. Unlike certain politicians and commentators, he actually did something this old world sorely needs: he gave us beautiful music and soothed broken hearts. That ought to be worth something.
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Fairweather is persistent to the point of banging her fool head against a brick wall. She just sneaked past me and sent this to NH. So far the closest I've heard to an on-air mention of his death and musical legacy was a brief spot on a local channel--and it scrolled across the bottom of a (Joeless) MORNING JOE.
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Post by pdb on May 9, 2008 15:20:25 GMT -5
PUH-LEEZE say a kind word about the late Eddy Arnold tonight. Unlike certain politicians and commentators, he actually did something this old world sorely needs: he gave us beautiful music and soothed broken hearts. That ought to be worth something. *************************************************************************** Fairweather is persistent to the point of banging her fool head against a brick wall. She just sneaked past me and sent this to NH. So far the closest I've heard to an on-air mention of his death and musical legacy was a brief spot on a local channel--and it scrolled across the bottom of a (Joeless) MORNING JOE. I'm hoping, Katie!!
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Post by Fairweather on May 11, 2008 15:55:20 GMT -5
news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080511/lf_nm_life/spider_young_dcOkay, let's combine music and entomology--do arachnids fall into that discipline?--Anyway, a species of trapdoor spider, previously unknown to science and identified as such by DNA, found in Alabama in 2007, has been named for its finder's favorite singer, Neil Young. With all due respect to Neil Young as a guitarist, songwriter, and activist, gotta say, I'm glad the spider doesn't sing. The article also mentions that a new species of beetle was recently named for the late Roy Orbison and his widow Barbara. A tuxedo beetle--although I don't recall ever seeing Roy wear a tux--Maybe the beetle has markings like dark glasses? <G>
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