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Sunday, April 21. 2013
Making Believe (1991). Her favorite song, she has said.
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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.
...and younger than you'll ever be again.
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.
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:
Besides being a man with an "acute grasp of the obvious"...you also have a great taste in music...try this one on...!
Cuz U said...
all-nighter here just lately, listening with headphones, cigarets, coffee and...drink...
Aren't we all..from the master...
--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
Yeah, if that angel suffered surprise kick to the groin region!
Her voice is very thin, quivery, grating and all around annoying! Not unlike fingernails being raked across a chalkboard.
Listen to Lady Day or Ella, before you spout that Po-Mo-folk drivel.
Mr. Bird Dog,
Thank you for the video. It has garnered quite a few comments. ELH's interpretation of the old country tunes by Charlie and Ira Louvin is just so beautiful. Elvis said the Louvin Brothers was his Mama's favorite duo. The Colonel would never let Elvis sing any of their songs because of something Ira said to Elvis at a concert one night about his singing style.
She made it in the '60s during the folk craze. If you had the folk demeanor, they loved you. It didn't matter whether or not you had a voice or could play an instrument. I'm old enough to remember when jazz was on top, and when it was displaced by big band. And it goes on from there until we get to, believe it or not, rap.
--man, that's like saying you prefer rivers over mountains. Country aims for that high lonesome sound.
--hmmm, dang yankee music bidness. Try this:
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
before you spout that Po-Mo-folk drivel.
Ella who?...I'll stick with my Emmylou !!
I get the UTube template with a "Not Available..." explanation.
She's all yours! And what she tries to do, ain't "country"; more like folkabilly.
--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"
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?
Miss Shirley, this is for you:
Charlie Louvin and Emmylou, really pouring on the charm, with the Louvin's
"If I Could Only Win Your Love"
A beautiful tune...!! But would Earl T. say...actually...if he does or doesn't...here's my dedication 2 Earl T.... I'd say he's...
Plse don't tell ET 2 call home...C the bottom post...
Ever heard this one...?
If I'd suggest...no more than 2.5% o' "The Farmers" would admit 2 having heard it B4. But...then I'm sure ET (Earl T.) ...
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
Please help me I'm falling
in love with you
Close the door to temptation
don't let me walk through
Turn away from me darling
I'm begging you to
Please help me I'm falling
in love with you.
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.
Too far down the thread to hope you see it but glad you enjoyed JJW's "Ramblin' Scramblin"". Maybe a little 2 irreverent for "the farmers" but a good tune none-the-less that does contain some translatable wisdom. I hope BD will eventually do an "Open Mike" post and we'll let fly with our favourite tunes.