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Soothes the savage beast.
That was the theme of last weekend’s Memorial Day potluck. Ticket to get in: a dish and a song about it. My favorite dish (and not a bad song):
Here’s the playlist with most of the songs.
And some pix shot by Marc and Carol. (More in Carol’s Facebook Photos.)
Elly with the menu.
(Most) everyone around the fire pit.
Elly, Corey and Elaine.
Me and Nate.
Corey and Noah once again take home one of the prizes — a vinyl record melted into a bowl.
Saying goodbye to Corey.
That’s the name of the villa in the south of France where the Rolling Stones recorded Exile on Main Street, re-released this last week.
As David Itszkoff wrote in the New York Times ArtBeat blog:
If, after listening to all 18 tracks and 67 minutes of the Rolling Stones‘ “Exile on Main Street” you’ve ever thought to yourself, “Boy, I could really do with a few more scuzzy, skeevy, down-and-dirty Stones tracks from those same recording sessions,” your ship has just come in. (And we think that’s Keith Richards dangling perilously from the crow’s nest.)
Great interview on WVBR Nonesuch today with Michael Streissguth, ” … music journalist and acknowledged authority on Johnny Cash & the Cash family, Michael is the author of Always Been There: Rosanne Cash, The List and the Spirit of Southern Music (DaCapo Press 2009) as well as a critically praised biography of Johnny Cash.” (Tracy: When do you start podcasting Bohemian Potluck so we can link to it?)
That’s Jerry Douglas on lap steel. Saw him with Buck White and the Down Home Folks circa 1980 at the No. 5, Binghamton, N.Y.
Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, for my friend and co-worker Marcia. She sent me pictures of a sod sofa installation she did down in North Carolina last week. I told her that for the folks maintaining it, it will be like trying to grow sod on the outside of a clay pot. She’ll be blogging about that installation soon, but meantime you can read about her sod-sofa experiences here.
And an all-time favorite: Time (The Revelator). Oh. Almost forgot: Elvis Presley Blues. (And he shook it like a hurricane. He shook it like to make it break. And he shook it like a holy roller, baby. With his soul at stake, soul at stake.)
