Category: Music

Gillian Welch and David Rawlings. Probably my favorite sad voice and guitar.

… ever day is getting straighter.
Times the revelator

If you like the embed, try out this 10-year-old live clip of Annabelle.

Time the Revelator

Recent additions:

Red Clay Halo, good for any gardener dealing with clay soil:

Caleb Meyer

There are times I wish my ancestors had stayed in Scandinavia where the summers are too short and the winter nights too long. I take some comfort in knowing that we share some of life’s existential problems with others in the developed world.

It’s not fair.

It’s a masterpiece, a great showcase for Thompson’s amazingly fluid fretwork and a powerfully resonant, simple tale of doomed romance that doesn’t have a single wasted word.–Onion AV Club’s Inventory: 26 Songs that are just as good as short stories

The stream out back runs (sometimes it only crawls) year-round. But it was gurgling today. Not exactly like the babbling brook of a song Jorma performs here. Still enough to be heard over the crows building a nest in the pines and the geese marking territory in the wetland.

I saw Jorma at SUNY Binghamton (as it was known then) in high school when he was playing with Hot Tuna. (Accounts for some of my hearing loss.) Bromberg and his band opened.

Carrie’s coming to Castaways in Ithaca April 1. (With local special guest, local banjo hero Richie Stearns.)  Carrie, who got her start in Austin, has been in heavy rotation on the ol’ mp3 players this year.  Her latest CD, Seven Angels on a Bicycle (link takes you to her website where you’ll hear the title track and then ’50s French Movie, another favorite of mine) is a little less twangy than the video, where she performs with veteran songwriter Chip Taylor (Wild Thing, Angel of the Morning). But hey. Nothing wrong with twangy.  Tout c’est bon.

Hey Austin crew: I once heard that Ithaca has more musicians per capita than any other city in the U.S. — except Austin. But watch out, we’re hot on your trail.

Saw you
With him
His hands
Your skin
If you done it once, will you do it again?
No, no, no. I really don’t need this pain.