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Post by mitchfit on May 31, 2024 18:01:32 GMT
more a matter of practice than intrinsic ability? ability forced to practice? a combination of both?
the agent for The Spencer Davis group forced the band to stay in a room until a song emerged, tired of them doing cover songs.
same for the Rolling Stones, quit paying royalties?
again, inspired couplings of lyric/melody feeling:
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 2, 2024 4:20:30 GMT
some songs are just for the fun. written by artist.
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Post by Michael Messer on Jun 2, 2024 8:58:49 GMT
Well.... following Mitch's lead on light and easy songs, here's a beautiful A.P. Carter song performed by his great niece, June Carter Cash.
Some of the video and still photos were shot by my brother Alan Messer. His shot of June and John at the end is beautiful and I like the film of June and John on the beach in Jamaica, also shot by Alan. He also filmed the studio footage which was in the Cash home studio, the cabin.
Okay.... and the original. Like the Bobby McFerrin song it is a simple message, but also a very important one. The lyrics are as potent today as they were when June's great uncle wrote it.
There's a dark and a troubled side of life There's a bright and a sunny side too Though we meet with the darkness and strife The sunny side we also may view
Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side Keep on the sunny side of life It will help us every day, it will brighten all the way If we keep on the sunny side of life
Oh, the storm and its fury broke today Crushing hopes that we cherish so dear Clouds and storms will in time pass away The sun again will shine bright and clear
Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side Keep on the sunny side of life It will help us every day, it will brighten all the way If we'll keep on the sunny side of life
Let us greet with a song of hope each day Though the moments be cloudy or fair Let us trust in our Saviour always To keep us, every one, in His care
Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side Keep on the sunny side of life It will help us every day, it will brighten all the way If we'll keep on the sunny side of life
Shine On Michael
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 2, 2024 17:00:44 GMT
SHOULD HAVE BEEN STATED WITH DON'T WORRY BE HAPPY. (above) STRIKES ME THAT SONG MAKES EVERYBODY FEEL BETTER EVEN BEFORE IT COMES TO THE END!!
what MM said:
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL MORNING-- Felix Cavaliere and Eddie Brigati
SAN TROPEZ--Roger Waters
ANY MAJOR DUDE--Becker and Fagen
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 3, 2024 20:05:11 GMT
DEFYING GRAVITY BY JESSE WINCHESTER (changed some by Emmylou Harris)
I live on a big blue ball I never do dream I may fall But even the day that I do I'll jump off and smile back at you
I don't even know where we are But they tell us we're circling a star Well, I'll take their word for I don't know But I'm dizzy so maybe that's so
I'm riding a big blue ball I never do dream I may fall But even the high must lay low So when I do fall, I'll be glad to go
COCONUT GROVE BY JOHN SEBASTION AND ZALVAN YANOVSKY
It's really true how nothin' matters No mad, mad world, and no mad hatters No one's pitchin' 'cause there ain't no batters In coconut grove
Don't bar the door, there's no one comin' The ocean's roar will dull the drummin' Of any city thoughts or city way
The ocean breezes cool my mind And the salty days are hers and mine Just to do what we want to
Tonight, we'll find a dune that's ours And softly she will speed the stars Until sun up
It's all from havin' someone knowin' Just which way your head is blowin' Who's always warm like in the mornin' In coconut grove
The ocean breezes cool my mind And the salty days are hers and mine Just to do what we want to
Tonight, we'll find a dune that's ours And softly she will speed the stars Until sun up
It's really true how nothin' matters No mad, mad world, and no mad hatters No one's pitchin' 'cause there ain't no batters In coconut grove
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 4, 2024 1:08:00 GMT
feeling like John Sebastion deserved >much< more than being mentioned just once. all songs by him:
DARLING BE HOME SOON
RAIN ON THE ROOF
NASHVILLE CATS
YOUNGER GENERATION
SUMMER IN THE CITY Written by John Sebastian, Mark Sebastian and Steve Boone
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Post by Michael Messer on Jun 4, 2024 7:58:52 GMT
I know I posted this video on another thread, but it is such an extraordinary and beautiful song that I thought it deserves to be on here too.
Ode To Billy Joe
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat And mama hollered out the back door, y'all, remember to wipe your feet And then she said, I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge Today, Billie Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
And papa said to mama, as he passed around the blackeyed peas Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow And mama said it was shame about Billie Joe, anyhow Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge And now Billie Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
And brother said he recollected when he, and Tom, and Billie Joe Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night? I'll have another piece-a apple pie you know, it don't seem right I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge And now ya tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
And mama said to me, child, what's happened to your appetite? I've been cookin' all morning, and you haven't touched a single bite That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge And she and Billie Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge
A year has come and gone since we heard the news 'bout Billie Joe And brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo There was a virus going 'round, papa caught it, and he died last spring And now mama doesn't seem to want to do much of anything And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge
Writer: Bobbie Gentry
Now this is very interesting....
In August 1967, Lyndon Johnson announced that he was sending 45,000 more troops to Vietnam. Black power advocate Stokely Carmichael called for violent revolution in the streets. Beatles manager Brian Epstein died from an overdose of sleeping pills. But around water coolers, the hot topic was what Billie Joe McAllister and his girlfriend threw off the Tallahatchie Bridge.
The mystery created by Bobbie Gentry in her debut single “Ode To Billie Joe” cast a spell over the entire country. Set to a backing of spare acoustic guitar chords and atmospheric strings, Gentry’s sensual, Southern-fried voice relates the story of two Mississippi teenage lovers who share a dark secret that eventually leads to the boy’s suicide. And over 40 years later, despite cinematic details in the song’s lyric, we still don’t know exactly what happened up there on Choctaw Ridge.
Bobbie Gentry was born Roberta Lee Streeter on July 27, 1944 in Chickasaw County, Mississippi. In the few interviews that she gave, Gentry touched briefly on her rural upbringing, saying, “We didn’t have electricity, and I didn’t have many playthings.”
She did have music though. From the gospel sounds of the local Baptist church to old folk songs, Bobbie was fascinated. “My grandmother noticed how much I liked music, so she traded one of her milk cows for a neighbor’s piano,” Gentry said. Taking to the instrument immediately, she wrote her first song at age 7, a ditty called “My Dog Sergeant is a Good Dog.” After her parents divorced, 13-year-old Bobbie moved to Palm Springs, Calif. with her mother, who quickly remarried. With the family’s improved fortunes, Bobbie taught herself guitar, banjo, bass and vibes. As a teenager, she started playing gigs at a local country club, taking her stage name from Ruby Gentry, a movie about a poor, rurual seductress.
After graduating high school, Bobbie, by then a raven-haired beauty, went to Vegas, where she worked in a Folies Bergere–style review, dancing and singing. In the mid-’60s, she moved to Los Angeles to attend UCLA, finally landing at the Conservatory of Music, where she studied composition and arranging. A demo tape she made ended up on the desk of Capitol Records A&R man Kelly Gordon.
“Ode” was recorded on July 10, 1967 at Studio C in the Capitol tower. Accompanying herself on guitar, Bobbie nailed a keeper take in 40 minutes. Arranger Jimmie Haskell told MOJO, “I asked Kelly, ‘What do you want me to do?’ He said, ‘Just put some strings on it so we won’t be embarrassed. No one will ever hear it anyway.’ The song sounded to me like a movie—those wonderful lyrics. I had a small group of strings—two cellos and four violins to fit her guitar-playing. I was branching out in my own head for the first time, creating something that I liked because we thought no one was ever gonna hear it.”
The finished version of “Ode” was over seven minutes long. Capitol edited it down to a more manageable four minutes and stuck it on the flip side of “Mississippi Delta.” But those were the days when DJs still had minds of their own, and as in the stories of so many classic hits, the B-side became the A-side.
It sounded like nothing else on the radio, Gentry’s husky voice inviting listeners into a world that was as dark and exotic as a Flannery O’Connor story. Not long after the song’s debut, the water cooler talk started.
As Gentry told Fred Bronson, “The song is sort of a study in unconscious cruelty. But everybody seems more concerned with what was thrown off the bridge than they are with the thoughtlessness of the people expressed in the song. What was thrown off the bridge really isn’t that important.
“Everybody has a different guess about what was thrown off the bridge—flowers, a ring, even a baby. Anyone who hears the song can think what they want, but the real message of the song, if there must be a message, revolves around the nonchalant way the family talks about the suicide. They sit there eating their peas and apple pie and talking, without even realizing that Billie Joe’s girlfriend is sitting at the table, a member of the family.”
In its first week of release, “Ode” sold 750,000 copies, knocking “All You Need Is Love” out of the top spot on the Billboard chart. It stayed there for four weeks. The song won Gentry three Grammy Awards, including Best New Artist (she was the first Country artist to ever win in this category).
The enigma of her best-known song is nothing compared to that of Bobbie Gentry herself. In the early ’70s, she was riding high—headlining in Vegas, duetting with Glen Campbell on several hits, hosting her own TV series. Then around 1975, after contributing music to a movie based on “Ode,” she simply checked out. She has not been heard from in over 35 years. All requests for interviews, recordings and performances have been denied. She is said to be living in the Los Angeles area.
— By Bill DeMain
--------------- Shine On Michael
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 4, 2024 19:19:13 GMT
maybe the shortage of "self elimination" songs shows what a hot button issue it really is...
(why is he leery to even use the "S" word?)
gotta be a delicate bare foot balancing act on a strand of barbed wire? on one side is the grieving family members and on the other side is the reality that you can never help someone who can't help themselves. is this a person the world has used as a diaper, or is this the ultimate act of taking hostages?
we are our brother's keeper, but won't a pity party only make the situation worse?
as usual the truth lies somewhere in between. i would guess that the most effective song writers have much more empathy than most, this being how they manage to connect with so many different personalities through their songs.
here is how some have managed to dance around the controversy, or didn't try to at all:
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Post by richclough on Jun 5, 2024 21:27:55 GMT
Here’s one I like: John Martyn’s take on a Skip James song.
I love the Echoplex sound on sound recording he was doing - long before loopers came along.
I'd rather be the devil Than I would be my woman's man Yes, I'd rather be the devil Than I would be my woman's man 'Cause nothing but the devil knows my baby Nothing but the devil knows my baby Nothing but the devil knows my baby's mind
Well, I lay down last night And I was trying to take my rest Yes I lay down last night I was trying to take my rest But my mind starts a rambling Like the wild geese in the My mind starts a rambling Like the wild geese in the My mind starts a rambling Like the wild geese in the west
Yes the woman I love Oh, she's evil all the time Yeah, the woman I love Oh, she's evil all the time Studied so much evil just to have it on So much evil just to have it on So much evil just to have it on her mind
The woman that I love Stole her from my best friend The woman I love I stole her from my best friend But I know he'll get lucky steal her back I know he'll get lucky try to steal her back I know he'll get lucky steal her back again
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 6, 2024 18:20:00 GMT
thread resurrected by richclough. it HAD indeed stopped in it's tracks?
a warning to would-be song writers---
was it a forced recall of those we saw in need, but ignored? remembering those we tried, but failed to help?
the embarrassment of one in need that we ridiculed for not being as cold and heartless as ourselves?
or the counterproductive deed of one we really wanted to help, but in doing so we actually hurt?
for the theme of this thread it really doesn't matter. when pondering the overall acceptance by audience in general, consider that sometimes walking the long way around a minefield can be the path of least resistance.
back to "I'd Rather Be The devil"
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Post by Michael Messer on Jun 7, 2024 7:15:21 GMT
Bill Monroe was a wonderful artist and a lovely person. Poison Love is a good one.
Shine On Michael
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 8, 2024 3:46:43 GMT
on may 24th, mrstrellisofnwales noted that Bob Dylan was not getting as much recognition here as he deserved.
totally agree:
JUST LIKE A WOMAN
ONE MORE CUP OF COFFEE
KNOCKIN' ON HEAVEN'S DOOR
GATES OF EDEN
Of war and peace the truth just twists its curfew gull just glides Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the sun though its glow is waxed in black All except when ’neath the trees of Eden
The lamp post stands with folded arms its iron claws attached To curbs ’neath holes where babies wail though it shadows metal badge All and all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand and then complains Unto the shoe-less hunter who’s gone deaf but still remains Upon the beach where hound dogs bay at ships with tattooed sails Heading for the Gates of Eden
With a time rusted compass blade Aladdin and his lamp Sits with Utopian hermit monks sidesaddle on the Golden Calf And on their promises of paradise you will not hear a laugh All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership they whisper in the wings To those condemned to act accordingly and wait for succeeding kings And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle black Madonna two-wheeled gypsy queen And her silver-studded phantom cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick upon his bread crumb sins And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of experience, in the precious winds they rot While paupers change possessions each one wishing for what the other has got And the princess and the prince discuss what's real and what is not It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon a bed that is never mine As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign Leaving men wholly totally free to do anything they wish to do but die And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn, my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams With no attempts to shovel a glimpse into the ditch of what each one means At times I think there are no words but these to tell what's true And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 10, 2024 0:08:14 GMT
Paul Simon, another under represented song writer here.
why list a song he just "covered"?
"The Condor Passes". a musical play by Daniel Alomía Robles, written in 1913. much like Alan Lomax, Robles had crossed the Andes in search of autochthonous music and traditions. his "cover" of this tune was also based on a Peruvian traditional folk song existing for many generations before then...
my reason for including it is that BASICALLY, all Paul Simon changed was the addition of a few lyrics. it then debuted on the Kent album charts on 6 April 1970 in the #1 position. It was #1 for a total of 15 weeks between April and September 1970.
the song was far from unknown, Simon had first heard it in Paris. such is the power of good lyrics alone?
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Post by mrstrellisofnwales on Jun 10, 2024 19:17:35 GMT
So many Tom Waits songs to choose from- but I found this magical performance from OGWT which I think could do with an airing. Mrs T
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Post by Michael Messer on Jun 10, 2024 19:46:05 GMT
Tom Waits is without doubt a great writer, and controversially my favourite recordings of his songs are by other artists. The album John Hammond did of Tom's songs "Wicked Grin" which was produced by Tom Waits is a favourite in my house.
I lost everything I had in the '29 flood The barn was buried 'neath a mile of mud Now I've got nothing but the whistle and the steam My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Now there's a fellow that's preaching 'bout hell and damnation Bouncing off the walls in the Grand Central Station I treated her bad, I treated her mean Baby's leaving on the 2: 19
I said hey, hey, I don't know what to do Hey, hey, I will remember you Hey, hey, I don't know what to do My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Now I've always been puzzled by the yin and the yang Come out in the wash, but it always leaves a stain Sturm and Drang, the luster and the sheen My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Toss the baby with the water, and the preacher stole the bride Sent her out for a bottle, but when she came back inside
Didn't have my whiskey, she didn't have my gin But a hat full of feathers and a wicked grin Hey, hey, I don't know what to do Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do My baby's leaving on the 2: 19 On the train you get smaller, as you get farther away The roar covers everything you wanted to say
Was that a raindrop in the corner of your eye? Were you drying your nails or waving goodbye? I said hey, hey, I will remember you Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you My baby's leaving on the 2: 19 Hey, hey, I don't know what to do Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do My baby's leaving on the 2: 19 Hey, hey, I don't know what to do Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
I said, hey...
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Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp With a horrid little pistol and a lariat she's goin to the bottom and she's goin down the drain Said she wasn't big enough to carry it
She got to get behind the Mule in the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule in the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule in the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule in the morning and plow
Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods You gotta meet me by the fall down tree Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid and I know they'll come lookin for me boys and I know they'll come a-lookin for me
Got to get behind the Mule in the morning and plow Got to get behind the Mule in the morning and plow Got to get behind the Mule in the morning and plow Got to get behind the Mule in the morning and plow
Big Jack Earl was 8'1' He stood in the road and he cried He couldn't make her love him Couldn't make her stay but tell the good Lord that he tried
(Chorus)
Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville On the wreck of the Weaverville stage Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys Stirring my brandy with a nail
(Chorus)
Well the rampaging sons of the widow James Jack the cutter and the pock marked kid Had to stand naked at the bottom Of the cross And tell the good lord what they did Tell the good lord what they did
(Chorus)
Punctuated birds on the power line In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Hoaks I'm diggin all the way to China With a silver spoon While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys The hangman fumbles with the noose
(Chorus)
Pin your ear to the wisdom post Pin your eye to the line Never let the weeds get higher than the garden Always keep a sapphire in your mind Always keep a diamond in your mind
(Chorus)
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This is great, in fact the whole album is great
Shine On Michael
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