So, for this new version, I decided to use another old melody that I really love. This time I picked the Carter Family’s “Black Jack David.” Check it out here. It’s a great song. But it was kinda, actually, hard to fit my words in there. Not that they don’t fit, but I’m so used to singing about Black Jack David taking a fair lady across the sea and sleeping out under the moon and stars that I had a hard time singing different words. Took me three takes of recording once I started, though. So, not too bad.
Anyway, let me know what you think. And remember, I’m singing on Monday, June 20 at the Fedora Lounge. The set starts at 9:30pm and I’ll be slingin’ em until around midnight. Start off your workweek right and stop on by.
Here’s the new song for this week. Wrote it on Monday. Don’t have too much to say about it. It’s one of those that I just kinda churned out without thinking about it because I had to get something done. It’s kind of a combination of a couple songs, now that I think about it. It’s got some of “Where have you gone?” which I re-recorded last week. And it’s got a little of “I’m only trying to say what comes to me.”
Yeah, okay, I know I didn’t post a new song yesterday. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. I had a busy week last week and I’m running with that as my excuse.
Anyway, you get another installment of the Talkin’ Headline Blues. Enjoy.
Also, I played the Logan Square Farmer’s Market on Sunday. Maybe you saw me there. Maybe you saw Mayor Rahm come stormin through right past me while I was singing “Pilgrim of Sorrow.” Maybe you’ll see me next time. I’m gonna try to be out there as much as possible. Either officially in the sanctioned tent. Or unofficially.
Anyway, for this rewrite I didn’t really know what to do. I never really liked this song to begin with. It’s okay, but I think it’s a little too much of, “Hey, listen to this, I’m clever, and I’m telling you how it should be.” That ain’t no way to write or sing a song. There’s none of your own self in it if you’re just going at someone else’s way of living. So I tried to turn it around a little. It’s sort of successful, I supposed. I basically just rearranged the words and made a sort of repeating verse line.
The song’s more aimed at me now. Says I only been doing one thing and how am I supposed to know anything else or care about anything else. And that ain’t no way to live.
Or maybe it doesn’t say that. Maybe I’m analyzing it too much. What do you think?
The slow crawl comes to a halt in the middle of the road leading to the sanctuary of Heaven. The Lord Almighty looks down and sees the spilling out of all the blood of the Earth, an even flow, bubbling across the mountain ranges and deep in through the river valleys. The smell is intoxicating. Not in a good way.
Then, the ringing phones at the dial-in bank display photographic images on small screens made to allow for private conversations.
As the variable-speed fans blow air all over the heads of women sitting in bathroom stalls, outside there is a gathering of insects in the trash heap in the alley. Everything is broken down. No one can communicate with anyone else at all. I grunt and moan and you grunt and moan and then we just move on through space, breathing no oxygen and taking up no physical moments.
Music Vomit 