[l1]S[/l1]hort version: lyrics are poetry, and I’m with Rolling Stone on this one.
[az]B00138H876[/az]The official Nobel press release says The Nobel Prize in Literature for 2016 is awarded to Bob Dylan for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.
Do they not have the right to award it to whomever they please? Is there supposed to be some internal logic we don’t expect from Grammys or Oscars?
This is an organization that gives the world’s most famous peace prize and it’s named after the guy who invented dynamite. I, for one, think Mr. Zimmerman would find that amusing, though to this point, he has yet to comment on the award.
[l1]I[/l1][az]B000GG4XJM[/az]’ve been plagued by a particular earworm for over 40 years.
I’ve got a mule, her name is . . .
If her name popped unbidden into your mind, you’re either a fan of American folk music or you went to elementary school in California in the 60s.
The song was originally entitled Low Bridge, Everybody Down when Thomas Allen wrote it in 1905. Now it’s called The Erie Canal Song, 15 Miles on the Erie Canal, and any number of other names. It’s about the years, decades really, when boats on the Erie Canal were towed by mules. By 1905 the era of the mules was just about over.
I wish the era of this earworm were over.
Oh; the mule’s name? Sal. I’ve got a mule her name is Sal. Enjoy your earworm.
[l1]L[/l1]ove is, even in the best circumstances, a complex thing. Good songwriters find the words to sing about it.
Great songwriters know there are no words for it. Continue reading “Words by Roger Miller. Lyrics by Love.”
[l1]O[/l1]ne of Disney’s greatest soundtrack triumphs was getting Roger Miller to write and record the soundtrack to their animated version of Robin Hood.
The film doesn’t hang entirely on a single star. I can’t imagine the list of movies these folks have made: Continue reading “Not in Nottingham”
[l1]I[/l1] don’t know if you can see
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I’ve been afraid
That I might drift away
So I’ve been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I came from
And that’s the reason why I seem
So far away today Continue reading “Caledonia, You’re Calling Me”
[l1]G[/l1]uitar strumming, then I was riding on the Mayflower when I thought I spied some land—abruptly, laughter, and a voice cuts in: “Wait a minute; wait a minute.” Then, hysterical laughter all around.
Guitar again. This time, it takes off.
Continue reading “Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream”
[az]B000XU8VY4[/az][l1]W[/l1]hen I was growing up I don’t remember my dad ever listening to music for pleasure – not on the radio or records. My mom occasionally put on a vinyl record. We did have a record player and a small collection of vinyl records. A very small collection – less than two dozen I’m sure.
Continue reading “Growing Up with Burl Ives and Perry Como”
[l1]T[/l1]hese days everyone has a guitar named after them.
Only one man had that guitar named after him. ’nuff said.
Except maybe goodbye.
[l1]H[/l1]ave a listen to Old Lost John’s Broken.
Love love love the horn, the saw; the whole arrangement. This sounds like that time I thought I was dreaming, then I thought I woke up, but I wasn’t sure either time.
me, to him: I wish I knew where you got your voice so I could go buy one just like it. Well, maybe not exactly. But close.
Old Lost John’s Railway Car showed up on Handmade & Homespun last year, along with one of my songs, and a dozen others well worth hearing.
[l1]F[/l1]ebruary Album Writing Month is officially over for 2009. And I officially won.
Which means I wrote or co-wrote at least 14 songs during the 28 days of February. (You’ll see on my FAWM profile that it lists 19; it’s actually only 18 because one is listed twice but I don’t want to lose the comments on my original post.)
This year I discovered the double harmonic scale, which makes everything you play sound all Arabian Night-ish. I wrote two Arabic-sounding songs (my most ambitious musical endeavours to date) and collaborated on another.
I wrote a German drinking song. In German.
I wrote a Mexican dance song. In Spanish.
I played a jazz guitar improvisation, my first guitar improvisation ever.
I did my first FAWM music video.
I also did, as I have every year, some country, some folk, and some swingabilly.
And now, I’m tired.