I'll have to ask Clay if there is a trick to this one, my first guess is to hear it in your head. If you can't hear it before you play it... it's hard to remember it.
The following is from Wikipedia, but this is such a wonderful song too by Peter Mayer, "Blue Boat Home". I highly recommend going to church to sing to the song with 200-500 people. Hyfrydol (Welsh pronunciation: [həvˈrədɔl], meaning 'cheerful') is a Welsh hymn tune which appears in a number of Christian hymnals in various arrangements. Composed by Rowland Prichard in 1844, it was originally published in the composer's handbook to the Lutheran Hymnal Cyfaill y Cantorion ("The Singers' Friend"). Prichard composed this hymn tune before he was twenty years old.
Each verse has a different song in each line... it was a blast to write.... iPod playlists and hearing a song in a bar that reminded me of an old girlfriend was the inspiration.
Ah... a bluegrass piece written and dedicated to a friend who is with child... I wish the happy couple the best of life together with the new life God is send their way next May.
Wow... great song... well I'm a sucker for a good train song, and this is one of them. Per the YouTube desciption
In his nostalgic new video, "Charcoal Sky," esteemed singer-songwriter Chip Taylor reminisces about placing nickels on the rails as a kid and listening to his father chat with the conductors. Taylor sets numerous family stories to music on a new album, Yonkers NY, with one of the two discs bolstered with personal anecdotes. Taylor is most recognized for writing "Wild Thing" and "Angel of the Morning" -- which couldn't be more different -- but throughout his brilliant career he's also placed songs with the likes of Johnny Cash, Aretha Franklin, Frank Sinatra and Dusty Springfield. There's also a terrific new Chip Taylor anthology on Ace Records, with dozens of vintage artists offering their own renditions of his work, in case you're in the mood for memories too. Produced by ADC Film www.ADCFilm.com
In keeping with the site's premise, if you don't know Chip... he's the legend that wrote "Angel in the Morning" and "Wild Thing"
Well the intimacy of the event will make you at first uncomfortable. You don't know why these people have opened their house, and will I look like a lush to bring a bottle of wine? Then the artist, I kind of know their music or I know nothing of their music.. both are so common in the decision anxiety. What if they suck, I'll be so noticeable if I'm bored.
Yep, I can not cure your anxieties; I have my own. What if I screw up the time again? Why don't the people I expect to show, show? Boy it would be nice if the artist had friend locally that would fill up the room. My God, what if I fart by accident... it happened 35 years ago and Lori won't let me forget it. HA.
Then think of the artist... wow, people so close they could see my pores. What if the host is a raving jerk, a controlling loud mouth? I'm sure the room will suck and the bed will be hard.
Gracious, why do these things even happen. Grace happens. We love the emotion the artist brings if the story moves fast or slow. We meet friends who both drink too much and too little, so we fit. We find out that Dave is the most gentlest soul who is in contol of his flatuence.
Now that brings me to an intimate video of a house concert with Amy Speace. I have no idea the attendance, if she wowed them with her "Love in Double Wide Trailer"... I just know I would have had a better sound system, and that I think I might want to try the wine they had.
Ok.. Johnny Cash knew Kris was one hell of a writer... this one I think is even better than Bobby McGee... my opinion though..
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans, Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams, Which he spent like they was goin' outa style And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse, Searchin' for a shrine he's never found Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse, Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down
CHORUS: He's a poet, he's a picker He's a prophet, he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, And he's traded in tomorrow for today Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars, And losin' all he's loved along the way But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse, And all he ever gets is older and around From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse, The goin' up was worth the comin' down
Want to get scared?... go into the woods with a Wendigo... What's a wendigo? Here is what Wikipedia says:
"The Wendigo is part of the traditional belief systems of various Algonquian-speaking tribes in the northern United States and Canada, most notably the Ojibwa/Saulteaux, the Cree, and the Innu/Naskapi/Montagnais.[4] Though descriptions varied somewhat, common to all these cultures was the conception of Wendigos as malevolent, cannibalistic, supernatural beings (manitous) of great spiritual power.[5] They were strongly associated with the Winter, the North, and coldness, as well as with famine and starvation.[6] Basil Johnston, an Ojibwa teacher and scholar from Ontario, gives one description of how Wendigos were viewed:[7]"
Recently I recounted that a while back a friend of mine laughed at my creative ability with numbers, the joke became that my natvie American name would be "Dances with Numbers".... that must have influenced the following... HA.
You’ve got me counting words, Analyzing lines and extrapolating whys. Baby you know I think too much But you give me data for thought. In the silence I ponder each word Each phrase has many meanings. Oh sure I could be dancing Creating new definitions and context. Yet at the end of my analysis Is a positive view of you; and I smile.
Strokin my fur with his fingers Singin my life with my purrs Killing me softly with hard food x2 Telling him always to buy soft food Killing me softly with hard food
Yea yea yea do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
I heard he has a good job, I know he lives in style, And so I came to see him and purr for a while And there it was this food bowl Stranger to my eyes
Chorus: Strokin my fur with his fingers Singin my life with my purrs Killing me softly with hard food x2 Telling him always to buy soft food Killing me softly with hard food
I felt all flushed with fever Embarrased by the bowl, I bet he’ll find my paws and understand the growl, I pray he wasn’t so cheap But he just walked away
Repeat chorus
Meowwwwa ohhhhhhhhhh graaaa la la la la la la ohhh la lmrrow
With the help of Grooveshark.com, I'm rediscovering how much I loved Kris while growing up.
"Going up was worth the coming up".... as a fellow poet all I can say is Amen.
In keeping with the Johnny Cash show theme, this guy is a legend who has survived. The video's notes show that:
Kris Kristofferson performing "The Pilgrim" at the 2007 Ottawa Folk Festival. It was drizzling and near freezing and the man didn't once complain! In fact, he THANKED the fans for sticking around! What a class act!