Surprise post. A bonus for whomever sees it while it’s at the top of the page.

It’s a nice song, and the idea that you’ve lived your life in such a way that you can be rolled up and smoked, well, that is kind of appealing.

When I listen to this, I can’t help but picture what that funeral would be like. It would be a happy funeral, and the song itself gives me a sort of hope that I cannot really explain. The key is part of it, but so are the lyrics and  that guitar he is playing. The reason that guitar has that hole in the side is that he has played it for so long the picks wore the wood away to nothing.

I am so thankful to have seen him live once.

You will love this song.

This video has been bouncing around YouTube forever. It gets taken down often, but someone always puts it back up. I am sure the link will not last, but we can enjoy it today 🙂

Is this Steve Earle in the early 70s? Hard to say.

The guitar and the lower-pitched parts of the vocals say yes. The period is right. It’s definitely something he wrote. He recorded it on Train a Comin’, so the period is right. And it looks like him. But there is something about this video being on YouTube that is just too easy to believe. It’s like a perfect hoax that my mind cannot accept. What do you think? Is it him?

The video takes me back to my childhood. In my earliest memories, my grandparents’ house is very similar to this place they are having the party in.  By which I mean the construction, colors and fixtures are similar. My grandparents’ house was (sadly)  never full of long-haired smoking people with guitars, even in the 70s.

And since we are on the subject of guitars and trains,  bop over to Peace, Love, & Great Country Music for more of both. There is also a haiku.

Video game post from Garrett today, later.

“Dontcha know he’s the devil?”

This from Austin City Limits in 2009. It is definitely worth 2 minutes of your time.

Feelin’ Good Again

This is another good example of what I was said this morning at The Writing Catalog about the importance of images.

This song could be trite, sentimental in a sickly-sweet sort of way, and utterly forgettable despite the absolutely beautiful chord progression. It’s none of those things. It works, and I think it works for two reasons. First, it’s loaded with images. Second, it tells a story (and I have plenty to say about narrative eventually).

The music starts around 1:20; it’s worth a listen. This is the best combination of A/V I have been able to come up with; it’s difficult to find live performances of Robert Earl that have both good visual and good sound quality.