Maggie's Farm

--man, that's like saying you prefer rivers over mountains. Country aims for that high lonesome sound.

Billy Holliday ('Day'-day) and the voice miracle, shatterer of crystal goblets even on a cassette tape so long as it's Memorex, Ella Fitzgerald.

Like all great artists, while you're listening to either of 'em, it's the only music in the world.

The world is in the solar system of the Sun, which is in the Milky Way galaxy. The Milky Way galaxy contains a hundred billion suns. The known universe contains a hundred billion galaxies.

The known universe is fifteen billion years old, and is expanding so fast that it would take you forty-five billion light-years to get from 'the world' to the edge of it, in a space ship travelling at the speed of light (at which point you'd become all energy and without any body mass at all, but nevermind, that's another story).

While the 45 billion years was happening over the 15 billion years, where & when did the difference, the 30 billion light years, go?

To balance a double-entry accounting ledger, on which side would the 30 billion years be, and what would be the corresponding entry on the other side?

Which is better, Jazz or Country?

At the end she says, "Thank you ...and it's still my favorite." She's referring to her standard intro to this song, from the 70s and 80s, when she'd find a way to announce it as her favorite country song. I learnt this from having my monthly ELH breakdown all-nighter here just lately, listening with headphones, cigarets, coffee and gratitude. And more than a little sadness that we let time go by with so little awareness of how precious it is.

That's so good it's stoopid, as friend of The Band Don Imus likes to say --the artistry with the instruments, something you forget until you refresh it --

heh--yup --and over in the rec'd for you colyumn right, there's a foin one minute of a pipes & drums

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=ZlyHegXhjBA&feature=endscreen

...and younger than you'll ever be again.

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All due respect to BD's phenomenally good musical taste (which which i coincidentally concur), he missed the great performance of this band and this song, a year later.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g08Rc9x3gQU&feature=player_embedded

The difference as you'll hear is Jon Randall Stewart's vocal harmony --which here a year later has metamorphosed into something so finely tuned that the like is not often heard this side of the pearly gates (the other side is said to be better yet, but that's hearsay). My youngest is out here from the big city, visiting tonight, and hearing this harmony drifted in like on a tractor beam, wide eyed, going right to the screen to see who this is singing like that.

I looked up the band, to get the feller's name, and the fiddler's, and the bass fiddler's, of this all-acoustic band, and there was the Los Angeles Times music critic, who really, really, really, liked ELH and this band:

http://articles.latimes.com/1991-08-17/entertainment/ca-547_1_nash-ramblers-emmylou-harris-new-band

--mercy, mental master of memory --Waiter, i'll have what he's having --

Now explain this: Why is the stage three feet widwe and fifteen feet deep? What's the deal with the pained expression before the thing rips loose, and then the camera stare-down in the coda --? Naw, this is rich, hat backards and everything

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hO-83CIVKM

--hmmm, dang yankee music bidness. Try this:

http://www.bing.com/search?q=video+bob+dylan+cold+irons+bound&form=IE8SRC&src=IE-SearchBox

--some litigious obscurant tm thing. they is no doubt.

If that 'b' in doubt wasn't silent, i really doubt the word would hardly ever be spoken aloud --too humiliating.

Anyhoo, it's a song off 'time out of mind' that he does in the 'thunder on the mountain' cowboy getup, and it's almost a send-up he plays with the it so much --in the video --

Also a helluva rocker and a unique staging innovation --

"Cold Irons Bound"

Miss Shirley, this is for you:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLQu5Vidl6o

Charlie Louvin and Emmylou, really pouring on the charm, with the Louvin's

"If I Could Only Win Your Love"

i always look for'ards to a TC pick --gratefully --but --i gotta wait for morning --sandman got me --

I just dropped by quick-like before i take off my boots and jacket, to ask the Jazzman if he's ever heard such a cry from the heart as country's



My youngest the piano player was listening to ''making believe'' and remarked that it had the same structure as ''Please Help me''. So we wuz working them out on the pianer, and all of a sudden those lyrics penetrated me skull and i heard them as 'for real' --and, well, wow, what a freak-out the speaker is enduring. He's lost control, and is begging for help. He could be saying "Please kill me I'm dying" and it would hardly be more wrenching.

THAT's ''country''!