As presents go, it’s hard to beat
what Guy Clark’s friends got him for his 70th birthday. An all-star collection of
buddies, road partners and fans got together and recorded 30 of his songs and
called it This One's For Him: A Tribute to Guy Clark. It may
be for him, but thankfully, it’s also for us. Thursday, April 19, 2012
As presents go, it’s hard to beat
what Guy Clark’s friends got him for his 70th birthday. An all-star collection of
buddies, road partners and fans got together and recorded 30 of his songs and
called it This One's For Him: A Tribute to Guy Clark. It may
be for him, but thankfully, it’s also for us. Sunday, April 15, 2012
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Katrina - Six Years Gone
A bit of the Georgia Satellites from 2005 and a blog I wrote back in 2006:
It's been forever and a day since I felt like this
want a fifth of wild turkey and one little kiss
and I don't miss that girl
if I did I wouldn't let it show
I might go to the moon
might wind up dead
wake up in morning in a strangers bed
well I'm not concerned with any of that no more
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After landfall, I watched the levees break, and I kept watching as the news channels broadcast hours and hours and scene after scene of destruction and rescue and despair, and finally, as I watched the dissolution of an entire city, I watched myself sink into a kind of walking daze of depression where I shielded myself from the truth that this could happen in a city in the United States of America.
Things are not back to normal by any definition of the word, no matter how liberally that word is used in New Orleans. It will never be the same.
But one thing about New Orleans is that it will carry on, the spirit will prevail.
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Six Years Gone
water through my hands
Monday, July 11, 2011

Willie Nelson’s Country Throwdown Tour
Lawrenceville, Georgia
June 12, 2011
For all of Willie Nelson’s well documented, well deserved status as a country music outlaw, he is in fact a traditionalist in one very important way. Willie understands the role of the musician as a craftsman, as the practitioner of a trade: one that shows up on time, does what the people paid to see and then gets back on the bus with an assload of cash, on the road again to that next gig. But that’s what any big touring whale does; it shows up, dazzles the crowd and sets up down the line to do it again. Willie’s wake encompasses a large area and swamps fans of both modern and classic country along with those who like him because of his choice of smoking materials, and that should set the bar a bit higher. And yeah, this thing was one well-lubricated machine.
Lukas Nelson & The Promise of the Real
You can’t knock the setup or the people at the wheel of the Throwdown – it ran as smooth as Hank Aaron’s swing.
The warm up bands played behind the outfield wall, while the main stage was located behind second base. (Once we were allowed on the field, we secured prime general admission spots on the third base side of the pitcher’s mound.) There was also a singer-songwriter tent with a Bluebird Café brand slapped on it.
the singer-songwriters get their moment on the main stage.
The absolute highlight of the day was Lukas Nelson and the Promise of the Real, playing behind the right field wall. Willie’s son threw out plenty of high energy, crowd-pleasing guitar solos while fronting a blues rock outfit that had less in common with Waylon than it did with Santana.
you just can't tell 'em apart, can ya? that's Lee Brice and Randy Houser.
But still, it’s days like this that make me realize that today’s country music is the aural equivalent of olestra – slicker than goose snot, the manufacturer uses common materials to create something artificial and it lacks any real substance or importance and passes through you quickly . What fills this nutritional wasteland are backward hat wearing, posturing musicians who boast of their dirt road cred while cranking out tunes that have more in common with Don’t Stop Believin’ than Your Cheatin’ Heart. Indeed, Lee Brice came onstage to ACDC’s For Those About to Rock and that’s really what everyone did. If you believe that when confronted with unfamiliar bands and unfamiliar songs, you can tell a lot from their choices of covers, then Bob Seger’s Turn the Page, Muddy Waters’ Champagne and Reefer (served up in a blues rock style exactly how Texas guitar hero Ian Moore does it on the Hempilation compilation disc) and Skynyrd’s Simple Man (which, if you listen to the lyrics, is the defining, lasting Skynyrd legacy, not Free Bird) should tell you something about the day’s events.
Jamey Johnson.
For the record, Jamey Johnson had a solid set and Willie came out and did what Willie does, which is run through the songs you want to hear and he does it in style, with his impeccable guitar picking and vocals out in front of a veteran, family outfit that delivered at every turn.
Willie and son Lukas.
And yet, irony, thy name is Adam Hood.
During his turn at the songwriter in the round format on the main stage, he abruptly launched into his wry, eye rolling Play Something We Know (“Play somethin' we could sing to/Play somethin' we know/Man, play some Whiskey River man. Play somethin' we know.”) and I was the only one around me who knew the words.
Curtis Lynch
July 2011




