September 13th -cool, rainy, jazzy -autumnal...

September 13th


..while the lyrics to this one may serve this post better, Wes always serves it better (even if it is over the top with schmaltzy production...)


Tal Farlow's birthday...and a fine way to wrap up (even though Coryell doesn't seem to be able to do so on his solo!)

Part I:


Part II:


...Indian summer?

Interview: David Lott, Life After Licorice

Interview: David Lott, Life After Licorice

It all depends on how you drink the wine...

"How You Drink the Wine"
by, Mel Tillis

Well I sat down at a table next to the party
And I could see they were having of good time
So I ordered up a bottle of the same thing they were drinking
But it didn't do a thing to ease my mind

Oh it all depends on how you drink the wine
When I turn to the bottle heartaches is all I find
Some people get happy but I just keep on crying
Yes it all depends on how you drink the wine

When I look in the bottle I see your reflection
But I turn it up and drink it like a fool
This wine don't kill my feelings so I might as well be leaving
And let somebody else have my stool

Yes it all depends on how you drink the wine...
Yes it all depends on how you drink the wine

Live...

Inspired by Nashville again, here are a few more to enjoy!

High up on the ridge, and slide mandolin...

These guys are KILLER. Some very DEEP and HIGH singing.

"Why should I keep loving you..."

sing it Freddy...

"I'm on my way to New Orleans this morning
Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee
They're always having a good time down on the Bayou, Lord
Them delta women think the world of me"

Special..

This makes me proud...just that they worked together.

Train Songs Vol.III...all aboard...

Um, had to throw this one in..



..leaving the station


a block for a "special someone"...





..engine, engine number nine on the memorabilia line...


...get on down...


...moooooves on the train...


...stop it now..


..and because THIS is cool...(random, but not...)




..eerily beautiful


wow.


...just a sample of the exact thing I wear while blogging, and wildness...


...just a CRAZY way to end...


...the train has left the station.

That concludes this portion of Train Songs...for now...

Train Songs Vol.II

...and the train rolls on..



Can't live without this one:


"Roll on..."


It's a train...


I do take this often...literally..


and for the final blessing...

Train Songs Vol.1

...sometimes the heat makes you want to get out of town, while sometimes other things make you want to or need to leave town. The rhythm of the train and it's driving metaphor make for a powerful musical vehicle...

don't know why I thought of this one first...





couldn't find Dylan...so, here's Jerry!



keeping with jerry and trains, I wanted to find the version from The Grateful Dead Movie but we'll make due..



Beck...Well done.



Hank, Sr....



"He said he's going back to find a simpler place and time..."



Clapton with the great Scotty Moore



Part II rollin' on down the line!

Trying to double talk, get myself in trouble talk...

"Trying to double talk, get myself in trouble talk, catching myself in lies
Catching myself in lies
Mama just looked at me as if I was, ah, crazy
And didn’t even bat an eye
So I began to try to explain, ah that it just wasn’t what she thought
I’d better find something to do with my time
The fact is ah just been caught, just been caught,
Sneakin, sneakin, sneakin..."

Soul on Fiyaaa (...and everyone's dream come true)

..."learning to live together" and watch AMAZING MUSICIANS together...

She says, "Who gonna take away his license to kill?"

Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will
Oh, man has invented his doom
First step was touching the moon.

Now there's a woman on my block
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill
Then they bury him with stars
Sell his body like they do used cars.

Now, there's a woman on my block
She just sit there facing the hill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
All he believe are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies.

But there's a woman on my block
Sitting there in a cold chill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker
Heartbreaker, backbreaker
Leave no stone unturned
May be an actor in a plot
That might be all that you got
'Til your error you clearly learn.

Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled
Oh, man is opposed to fair play
He wants it all and he wants it his way.

Now, there's a woman on my blocks
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

-bob dylan

and what I've been chewing on, other than this poem...











Thanks, Dawg.

Imagine That!

...she swallowed a cat!