Addendum: One reader reported having a problem with the track player above. You can find a lower fidelity but fine copy of Steve's protest anthem on YouTube at: Steve Earle, "The Revolution Starts Now!"
I'm gonna borrow a moment in time, peace, and "a little help from my friends". Re-channelling a recent "Saturday Single" at Echoes in the Wind -- from the 1969 Jefferson Airplane / San Francisco stew pot -- comes a side project that turned out to be ambrosia: Hot Tuna. Thanks for the roadmap whiteray.
Hot Tuna, Highway Song, from the album Burgers (1972)
I first heard Johnny Rawls' 2009 song I'm A Bluesman on cable radio (Music Choice blues channel) last week. It took a while to track a copy down, but success came "with a little help from me friends." I had immediately fallen in love with the track the first time I heard it, so scoring a copy was a major coup. Gotta watch the pennies without letting it hurt the music.
So, to help get the word out on this mature, rising, classic R&B talent, here's Johnny Rawls' album cut of I'm a Bluesman (2009).
While wrestling yesterday with both my new post research and also, invariably, my powerlessness over the sublime but often uncontrollable darker side of love, I found a shining glimmer of insight in my music collection yesterday. From Gram Parson's first solo album,GP(1973), here's We'll Sweep Out the Ashes in the Morning (written by Joyce Allsup; harmony vocal by Emmylou Harris).
This song makes me feel a little less alone, a little less like I'm the only guy who ever traveled this burning highway. Gram, Emmylou & Co. surely helped yesterday, as Joni Mitchell, Carole King, Lou Reed, Dylan, and Johnny Cash (with June) have helped me steer through this "Ring of Fire" before.
We'll Sweep Out the Ashes in the Morning (Gram Parsons, GP, 1973)
I was listening to Lucinda Williams from her 1993 Live at the Filmore(West) yesterday morning early, watching the birds out my back door. I was on one of my reveries, this one about lyrics, Lucinda's Reason to Cry and Fruits of My Labor.
And then the news I'd caught by accident a few days earlier hit home: R.E.M. was gone.
The band announced via its website that as of September 21, 2011, the band would "calling it a day as a band". (Hilton, Robin (September 21, 2011). "R.E.M. Calls It A Day, Announces Breakup" NPR.org.)
A year ago. The end of carrying on since Bill left for his farm in 1997. And all this time I thought they might be hunkered down in a studio. The obits pile up too quickly these days
Think of it this way. We were shiny, happy people in our glory days.
R.E.M. & Kate Pierson rehearse Shiny Happy People - 1991 (for SNL)
And some of us are angry:
Orange Crush (live in Germany, 2003)
And often reflective, as I was sitting yesterday morning, having my coffee and watching the birds in the early morning light.
Nightswimming (Michel Stipe vocals, Mike Mills piano; Undated, Live in Jool, Netherlands)
Yeah, reflective, like the mood I'm in now. Michael, Peter, Mike and Bill -- to your band R.E.M.,Requiescat in Pace.
Rory's an acoustic bottle neck slide wonder -- some very special mojo.
A lot of blues and rock era guitarists can tear down the house with an electric guitar. In the blues / rock world, only a select few can do that with an acoustic guitar (e.g. Son House, T-Bone Walker, Muddy, Django, Jimi, Eric, Duane, Buddy Guy, SRV, The Edge -- and their spiritual brothers and sisters.)
But Rory Block could be the first white Son House.