tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217342.post3047397843706639905..comments2023-10-26T01:30:06.692-07:00Comments on Charm School: Who is better than you, Emmylou?kissyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12880453131963836140noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217342.post-85332191854214725022007-08-30T09:32:00.000-07:002007-08-30T09:32:00.000-07:00Beautiful. She has a voice like chocolate donuts.Beautiful. She has a voice like chocolate donuts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217342.post-56173189930653881912007-08-28T22:01:00.000-07:002007-08-28T22:01:00.000-07:00So much better than the Willie Nelson hit single v...So much better than the Willie Nelson hit single version.<BR/><BR/>A fitting tribute to the late TVZedPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16788199353081238277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217342.post-40671130992329581452007-08-28T12:21:00.000-07:002007-08-28T12:21:00.000-07:00Dunno whether I ever told you this story and am to...Dunno whether I ever told you this story and am totally dating myself. Please excuse any and all redundancy. <BR/><BR/>The year was late '75. <BR/><BR/>I had been miraculously teleported to England to go to school, not necessarily of my own volition. With Mars squaring Saturn natally, my dad made me go. ". . .out of kindness I suppose. . ."<BR/><BR/>One day, I had weaved in and out of the streets of London on foot, determined not to take public transport so I could see it all. As if one could ever. <BR/><BR/>I really didn't know why I was there and was quite befuddled. <BR/><BR/>All day long for some strange reason, I kept singing "Hickory Wind" as I wandered aimlessly past the many gates buffered by, and armoured with sandbags to protect structures from potential bombings by the IRA.<BR/><BR/>Later did I learn that I blew out my achille's heal by doing so. <BR/><BR/>Yet that night, I happened beneath a marquis that said "Emmy Lou Harris and the Hot Band" SRO.<BR/><BR/>I somehow miraculously landed in the front row for a phenomenal show.<BR/><BR/>Just lucky I guess.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the walk down memory lane. It was a nice reminder.<BR/><BR/>". . .and now he's growing old. . ." <BR/><BR/>love ya and talk shortly,<BR/><BR/>stellastellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12474863003813026563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217342.post-256667311902081882007-08-28T06:08:00.000-07:002007-08-28T06:08:00.000-07:00Heres Guy clarks tribute to Townes...Mr clark will...Heres Guy clarks tribute to Townes...Mr clark will be in Fort Worth in November....I saw him in 1993 and I don't think there were more than 30 people there...I imagine he will have a bigger crowd this time around!<BR/>By the way, this song rocks...has a real edge to it.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Cold Dog Soup <BR/>Guy Clark/Mark D. Sanders <BR/><BR/>William Butler Yeats in jeans <BR/>Got up to play guitar and sing <BR/>In some join in Mission Beach last night <BR/>At the door sat Tom Waits <BR/>In a pork pie hat and silver skates <BR/>Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ <BR/><BR/>Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar <BR/>Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star <BR/>Can't remember where he parked his car <BR/>Or to whom he lost the keys <BR/>Full of angst and hillbilly haiku <BR/>What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do <BR/>Go on rhyme somethin' for em' man <BR/>Show him how you really feel <BR/><BR/>Chorus <BR/>Ain't no money in poetry <BR/>That's what sets the poet free <BR/>I've had all the freedom I can stand <BR/>Cold dog soup and rainbow pie <BR/>Is all it takes to get me by <BR/>Fool my belly till the day I die <BR/>Cold dog soup and rainbow pie <BR/><BR/>Ginsberg and Kerouac <BR/>Shootin' dice and playin' Ramblin' Jack's guitar <BR/>With the cowboy paintin' pickguard on it <BR/>And they sat in the back and drank for free <BR/>And rhymed orange with Rosalie <BR/>Now there's a pride of lions to draw tobulletholeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13681107556161747976noreply@blogger.com