Get out…
…a big box of Kleenex if you’re going to watch this one:
I like country music because I really like lyrics, and country music songs often have schmaltzy but really fine lyrics, resembling short and accessible old-fashioned poems.
A few weeks ago I actually uttered the words (although I wasn’t knowingly referencing this particular song) “I don’t think even 100 is very old any more.” Meaning that, as I get older, I realize how quickly a life, even a very very long life, goes.
What’s up with the glass house in the video, though?
Country music has always been a songwriters’ paradise and is especially lyric-oriented. Go all the way back to Hank Williams who wrote dozens of memorable songs despite dying before he reached 30. “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” is still one of the most haunting, beautiful songs ever written.
I know this song so well that I long since used up all the Kleenex in the house….. even all those in those little cubes and tiny pocket sized packets.
I can’t claim to be a fan of country music but every so often, the music and lyrics transcend the genre.
Some of my favorites;
Don Williams’ “I Believe in You”
Aaron Tipping’s “You’ve Got To Stand For Something
Marshall Tucker Band’s – “Heard it in a Love Song”
Roger Miller’s “King Of the Road”
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band – Mr. Bojangles
George Strait’s “I Believe”
He’s now in the house.
Came in from outside,
Where the many routes
To the same place lie.
Creased and unbottled,
Genie did deny
The wish, so awful:
Mortals shall not die.
He’s now in the House!
Love each and every one of those songs, GB.
I hear ya, and raise ya:\\
lyrics:
http://www.metrolyrics.com/shes-got-to-be-a-saint-lyrics-price-ray.html
Song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSAeExt-yg4
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lyrics:
http://www.kboing.com.br/ray-charles/1155935-the-three-bells.html
Song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTkbj56bnYs
I don’t much like contemporary country music, but it’s true that those writers are still willing to tell stories and say solid things. So okay, tears duly jerked.
Here’s a song by Steve Forbert saying pretty much the same thing, but to my taste more powerfully, even though I never have cared much for Forbert’s voice. (For those who don’t recognize the name, he was one of four or five then-young artists acclaimed as “the new Dylan” in the early ’70s.) “I Blinked Once”:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ok8TjUU1ml8
I stumbled onto this one because I didn’t know anything of the Browns, but here they are as seasoned adults singing “Little Jimmy Brown.” How very nice to see their beauty as their long life passes very quickly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJCvPhqcY9A
This could be a long one, this post, because I can name a hundred. Speaking of one hundred: One hundred men will test today, but only three, win the green beret.\\
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJCvPhqcY9A
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJCvPhqcY9A
Un huh. Ooops.\\
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7-pnAPcSN4
lyrics:\\
http://www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/balladofthegreenbaret.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVHQsmIaDBY
I thought this one was named “Well, fire up!”
You have to distinguish, though, between the country music of Johnny Cash and Loretta Lynn and the junk on country radio today. I always think of there being two Great American Songbooks-the sophisticated songs done by Cole Porter andthe like, and all the wonderful country/gospel/folk songs of our past.
El Paso !!!
I grew up country and never has there been since Hank a better song writer as Fred Eaglesmith.
http://tinyurl.com/p4w9hed
Hank Williams, he came up from Montgomery
With his heart full of broken country songs
Nashville, Tennessee, didn’t really understand him
‘Cause he did things differently
Then the way that they were done
But when he finally made it to the Grand Ole Opry
He made it stand still
He ended up on alcohol and pills
Elvis Presley, he came up from Jackson
With a brand new way of singing, Lord
And a brand new way of dancing
And even from the waist up, Lord
He gave the world a thrill
He ended up on alcohol and pills
Alcohol and pills
It’s a crying shame
You’d think they might have been happy with
The glory and the fame
But fame doesn’t take away the pain
It just pays the bills
And you wind up on alcohol and pills
Janis Joplin, she was wild and reckless
And then there was Gram Parsons
And then there was Jimi Hendrix
The story just goes on and on
And I guess it always will
They ended up on alcohol and pills
Alcohol and pills
It’s a crying shame
You’d think they might have been happy with
The glory and the fame
But fame doesn’t take away the pain
It just pays the bills
And you wind up on alcohol and pills
Sometimes somebody
Just doesn’t wake up one day
Sometimes it’s a heart attack
Sometimes they just don’t say
They pulled poor old Hank Williams
Out of a Cadillac Coupe de Ville
He ended up on alcohol and pills
Alcohol and pills
It’s a crying shame
You’d think they might have been happy with
The glory and fame
But fame doesn’t take away the pain
It just pays the bills
And you wind up on alcohol and pills
And you wind up on alcohol and pills
Nut that I am, I ‘m fond of watching those Infomercials
for Time Life Greatest country hits ! Little snippets of some favorites & not so favorite. The grainy black & white shots are interesting & amusing.
All the while I was growing up my mom was fond of chirping around the house “H-Hey good lookin whatcha got cookin whaacha got cookin ?”
She would tell me, “that song was popular when you were born “
Neo,
Remember how when you were young things seemed so permanent, people, companies, buildings, etc. Then as you got older you saw just how ephemeral they are.
Try this one.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4q-Q6LSfuI
FOAF
Country music has always been a songwriters’ paradise and is especially lyric-oriented.
Charlie Parker, the great jazz saxaphone player, recognized the worth of the stories in country music:
As Charlie Parker said, listen to the stories.
http://jazztimes.com/articles/20633-the-rainbow-of-american-music
Molly NH
All the while I was growing up my mom was fond of chirping around the house “H-Hey good lookin whatcha got cookin whaacha got cookin?” She would tell me, “that song was popular when you were born.”
When I was a preschooler, I had use of a portable record player. One song I remember playing over was Kawlija – the Wooden Indian. I didn’t choose the record- one of my parents must have chosen it- or a grandparent. My parents were big classical music fans. I also recall a record which set Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty to lyrics, which I must have played about as often as Kawlija.
Decades later, when I found out about Hank Williams, I suddenly realized that I had listened to Hank William’s song Kawlija when I was a preschooler.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_c1A8tmHuI Kaw-lija
I enjoy all kinds of music; pop, rock, country, jazz, and classical. What makes me listen to any particular artist is what moves my heart or makes me feel the music in my core. Life would be very grey without music, no matter what genre.
Here is one of my favorites from Art Pepper:
http://tinyurl.com/pzfwnhz
And another from Harvey Mandel:
http://tinyurl.com/ppqhy5f
My instructions are that both of the above, along with Van Morrison’s Into the Mystic be played at my funeral. I want no words spoken in eulogy, just these 3 pieces of music that in my mind stand the test of time and reverberate inside my core.
Gringo, as you probably remember years ago there was no separation of music into genre, Country was just part of the pop music & on the Radio with early Rock and Roll & even stuff by Sinatra, or Como & Patti Page
“How much is that doggie in the window”?
There are two kinds of music.
Good music and bad music.
I use pandora’s music genome. It’s pretty accurate in analyzing tastes, and it isn’t beholden to the MPAA either, even though they are taxed to such an extent that their advertisement needs to pay it off.
Fascinating story about Charlie Parker, Gringo. Hard to think of a kind of music further from his than country, especially as it was still pretty country then.
Gringo and Mac and parker, one of my favorite stories involves jazz legend Thelonius Monk. Monk was the epitome of the ultra-hip urban jazzman, a black man playing outré music replete with goatee and porkpie hat. Supposedly he was in Europe being interviewed by some journalist who asked him what kind of music the band listened to when they weren’t playing.
Monk: “All kinds”
Journalist: “What do you mean, ‘all kinds'”
Monk: “I meant *all kinds*”
Journalist: “B-but surely you don’t listen to country music!”
Monk: “I guess you don’t listen too well either”
As a musician myself I have found almost invariably that really good musicians do in fact appreciate all kinds of music and don’t make false category distinctions.
Another example of “crossover” was the great Ray Charles. Charles had helped revolutionize pop music in the 1950s by bringing in a strong element of black gospel music to it. Then in the early ’60s he recorded a string of hits from country music including “I Can’t Stop Loving You”, “Born to Lose” and the beautiful “You Don’t Know Me”.
I always liked Jerry Jeff Walker who did Mr Bojangles first. Alan Jackson is a solid country singer. Still a lot of great balladeers in country .
They tell stories, they are not nihilists . Sometimes I am amazed by my daughters who discovered country in High school . More amazed ,they dumped hip hop and never looked back.
I think the house is Farnsworth House:
http://farnsworthhouse.org/