Pullin the old switcheroo, fermented booze and apple juice. I won I won I won. Here’s a little taste of what the future’s gonna look like. But you gotta spend some dough. In my car I’m brainwashed driving pleasant streets lined with pleasant trees sucking down all my pleasant carbon monoxide. I get everywhere so fast. Lickitysplit. Man and Woman attached at hip eating bananas and crying into milk bowls lingering at the breakfast nook. Wide hips swaying in the breeze. So, see, there’s no perfect society. Every one is great and every one is terrible. Great and terrible. Destructive and redemptive. In the end it all burns whitehot and the rebirth is a rapid heartbeat. Who says there’s no more publicity stunts. Who says there’s no more personalities. Who says reality television ain’t grand. Tornadoes thrown into the pokey with no bread or water. Spinning. Sons are seen soon. Welcomed rising out of the murky waters.
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New Song: That long and lonesome road
Now I couldn’t quite tell ya what this tune is all about. Wrote it down last night over the course of a couple hours. Storms a-raggin outside. It’s just a simple little song. Not much to say about it at all.
In other news…I’m playing another show. This time I’m doing a 45 minute set at the April Urban Folk Market at the Grafton in Lincoln Square on Saturday, April 16. Starts up at 4pm sharp. Come out and grab a pint and buy some DIY crafts.
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The Talkin’ Headline Blues #22
President set to run a long race in radioactive waters off the coastline while the military ties to rearrange itself in order to put on the air of self government during a time when young Hollywood stars are scorned for not staying in long loving relationships. A pair of the protectors of the free world have been slain while not in the free world’s boundaries at the same time that big huge fists pummel other big huge fists in anger over laundry. China maintains it’s order. 50,000 people soon to be stricken with bouts of acne due to cooking grease and bouts of depression due to working a job. Planes begin to deteriorate in mid-air and everyone is surprised that 40-year-old fuel tubes that float in the sky aren’t immortal. Investments in sports? Taking a vacation from profits? Laying in a crypt? Your computer is about to need an upgrade again, please. Can’t you just get used to change already? A reference to a TV show from the 80’s is not gonna go to far in convincing the younger generation to pull up their pants and be just like you. Protesters killed. Old lady to be offered contract with Oakland Raiders, eventually. She has fast footwork and a deft touch. And she’s out to protect all her treasures. Charlie Sheen. Something bad happens in Africa.
Did you get all that? Try not to choke. If you have a coughing fit, please exit out the door and into the alleyway and make your noise out there.
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New Song: Chicago, Chicago
Well, I haven’t written a straight-up folk song for a few weeks, so this one kinda popped out easy last night. Had this idea floatin around up in my head, over the weekend, to do a tune about the vagrancy law in Chicago that says if you’ve got less than one dollar in your pocket they can charge you and lock you up and throw out the key.
I thought I’d do a song about that, wondering if a credit card counts for cash these days. Or, maybe, if your heap of past-due credit counts against you, and we’re all vagrants walking around.
Anyway, I don’t really write songs like that anymore. Or, haven’t in a long time. Topical songs just don’t seem so relevant anymore. At least not for what I got goin on.
So the song I did write is different than what I set out to do. I did still use the song “Jack of Diamonds” as my base, though. It’s an old traditional tune. I heard Woody Guthrie do it on a record in a way where he sings, “Chicago, Chicago, I know’d you of old, you robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold,” instead of the traditional verse, “Jack a Diamonds, Jack a Diamonds, I’ve known you of old….” So that’s where that comes from.
The rest is completely made up. Or, maybe, pieced together from a few other old songs. Try and guess which ones.
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Song Post: Who Juiced the Major Leagues
In honor of opening day of the new baseball season and April Fool’s day, I’m reposting this old tune that I recorded last year. It’s one I wrote a couple years ago, but still holds true, I’m fairly certain, today.
Anyway, PLAY BALL!
Also this coming Saturday night, I’m doing at 45 minute set. I’ll be at a soon-to-be-opened performance space in Logan Square called the Auxiliary (3012 W. Belmont Ave). It’s a fundraising event for the space, and also apparently a pig roast. Check out the invite on facebook. It’s open to everyone and it’s BYOB. All you need to do is make a small donation at the door. I go on around 10pm.
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