music

Stop me before I sing again!

George and I did two more collaborations which I finished yesterday. I’d already done “Fields of Gold” to a karaoke track some years ago, but George likes Eva Cassidy’s music and there’s another song by her that he wants to do and I’ll have to learn. He also did a very nice version of Sting’s original arrangement. So, on Friday, he sent me a couple of guitar tracks and I completed them yesterday afternoon, using Logic instead of GarageBand. I think they turned out pretty nicely. I could be wrong, especially since Logic seems to be a lot like Garage Band, but I think the production quality is better for these two videos than others I’ve done.

I would love to play guitar like George does. But first, I have to learn how to make a decent C chord.
This is our version of Beth Nielsen Chapman’s song, “Trying to Love You”, which was also done by Trisha Yearwood. I’m pretty happy with this one and like it more than “Fields of Gold”, although it’s not as popular with the masses.
This is George’s version of “Fields of Gold” I wasn’t involved in this one.
And another version he did on keyboards. George collaborates with a lot of musicians on YouTube. Maybe someday, we’ll get to meet in person.

I “met” George Martin online back in 2014. At the time, Bill and I still lived in Texas, and I was listening to a video of Olivia Newton-John’s version of “Mary Skeffington”. At the time, I didn’t know that it was a cover. That song was actually written by Gerry Rafferty for his mother. In the course of listening to the video, I saw that George had also done a rendition. I listened to his and commented, and the next thing I knew, we were writing to each other about music we like. It turns out we have similar tastes. I have not met him in person and don’t know much about him, other than I think he lives in Scotland and performs music in live venues. He has a lot of followers, though, and many of them are musicians who also team up with him.

I learned this for George. I need another vacation, though, because I’m running out of beautiful photos.

A few years ago, we did our first collaboration, a song by the Indigo Girls that was also done by David Crosby. I had never heard it before, so I had to learn it. Then, we did a version of “How’s the World Treating You”, which was made famous by Alison Krauss and James Taylor. I think that one turned out especially well. That time, we used a karaoke track, but usually George plays guitar on our duets.

It was great to sing this one with a guy who can harmonize! A lot of guys sing unison instead of harmony on this. It drives me nuts!

Not that many people pay attention to my videos. Maybe if I got on camera and talked, more people would. I hate seeing myself on camera, though. I get really nervous. Besides, I’m annoying.

I like doing the music videos, especially right now. Making music is soothing to me, even if I’m still struggling with my guitar efforts. Someday, it won’t take me five seconds to change chords and my fingers won’t be numb. I’ve been enjoying watching videos done by live musicians, too. Some of them have been legitimately enthralling. They also take my mind off of the scary stuff in the news and annoying twits on Facebook. Of course, I’m sure a lot of people think I’m an annoying twit, too. But at least on YouTube, I’m less well-known, so I can be annoying and a lot fewer people care.

I shared yesterday’s efforts with my sister yesterday. She then told me about how she used to know Eva Cassidy, back in the early 1980s. Apparently, they briefly worked at the same place in Richmond, Virginia. They both ended up moving to the Washington, DC area, although Eva was originally from Maryland and, like my sisters and me, was a military brat. Anyway, my sister was telling me about what Eva was like back then, and how she was a very spiritual person who flirted with cults. I don’t know how true that part is… remember, it was the early 80s. I was a kid in those days. I don’t actually listen to a lot of Eva’s music, at least not yet. Maybe I’ll get more familiar with it.

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Ex, musings

Sometimes you gotta fight when you’re a man…

Every once in awhile, when the weather is rainy and dark and Bill is at home, we like to have a leisurely breakfast while listening to music. This morning, it was a live album I bought by the late Allen Toussaint. Released in 2013, Songbook is just Allen on his piano, playing wonderful music. Although I’ve been exposed to Allen Toussaint’s music all of my life, I never bothered to listen to him just by himself. The closest I came was in 2007, when Bill gave me The River in Reverse, an album Toussaint made with Elvis Costello the year after Hurricane Katrina wiped out Toussaint’s home and recording studio in New Orleans.

I loved The River in Reverse. We were living in Germany the first time when Bill presented it to me. In those days, I had an elliptical machine that I used sometimes in a futile attempt to burn fat. We set it up in the mother-in-law suite in our house, along with a TV and an old school stereo with a cassette and CD player. I think it also had a USB portal, but in those days, I wasn’t USB savvy. Anyway, even though I loved The River in Reverse, I never explored Allen Toussaint further until recently.

I have Keb’ Mo’ to thank for re-introducing me to Allen Toussaint. I recently purchased a second copy of his wonderful live album, The Hot Pink Blues. I already had that album from iTunes, but thanks to upgrading to Catalina, my music library is a bit fucked right now. I have a Bose speaker that works well with Amazon Music, so I’ve found that it’s easier to just buy another copy from Amazon of the albums I really love. Allen Toussaint’s Songbook was a suggestive sell… and I’d probably been drinking (I’m really great at “drunken downloads”). So I downloaded Songbook and it was the musical backdrop for us this morning after I listened to Allen’s thirteen minute version of “Southern Nights”. By the time he’d finished, I was a bit weepy. I had to share it with Bill, who also got verklempt listening to Allen Toussaint describe his childhood in Louisiana. Bill and I both come from rural southern roots, so the story he told resonated with us.

No story telling in this version, but you can hear Toussaint’s evocative piano playing. I compare it to Pat Conroy’s vivid writing style. Allen Toussaint doesn’t even have to sing. The piano playing tells the story. Bill is distantly related to the late Glen Campbell, too. Glen Campbell made “Southern Nights” a huge hit.

I was also made emotional by Toussaint’s lovely piano playing. Playing piano was effortless to him and, I could tell, making beautiful music was a passion and a joy for him. I was thinking about what a privilege it must be to have the power to make total strangers misty at the beauty of music you’ve made. I have had a few people cry when I’ve sung, but they’re mostly people who love me anyway. I never met Allen Toussaint when he was alive; I never made it to a single one of his shows. But listening to his music this morning felt very intimate. I could relate to where he’d been. He made me cry.

Allen Toussaint was fortunate enough to die at a “good age”… and he didn’t spend weeks sick and dying in a hospital bed. Instead, he played his last concert in Madrid, Spain, then died of a heart attack in his hotel room. He left behind a treasure trove of wonderful music that still makes people feel things and sometimes get a little weepy.

Bill and I love to sit around, drink wine, and listen to great music, especially when the weather sucks. We’ve had some great conversations this way. Fortunately, we have compatible tastes in music and he’s very open minded to hearing new things. He’s often told me I greatly expanded his musical repertoire, which was not an experience he had with his ex wife. She liked Top 40 and pop country, and ridiculed Bill for liking alternative and grunge music. She claimed he was just trying to be “hip”. Instead of being a unifying thing, music was something to fight over in their relationship.

Ex would use music to belittle Bill. She’d play songs as a means of showing what kind of man he should be. He can’t stand listening to “To Really Love a Woman” by Bryan Adams or “Strong Enough” by Sheryl Crow, because those were songs Ex ruined for him. Or she’d make up insulting lyrics to hit songs as a means of putting him down. It got to the point at which Bill would respond in kind. Like, when she’d sing “Never Gonna Get It” by EnVogue, he’d respond with “Really don’t want it.” Or he’d hum “Thick as a Brick” by Jethro Tull when she was around.

I don’t think music should be used as a weapon. I love it too much to use it to hurt other people.

As we were talking over Allen Toussaint’s music this morning, the subject of conflict came up. Bill doesn’t like conflict, which has led him to a lot of trouble. Some of the problems he’s had come about due to not wanting to fight have been very serious. For instance, on the day he married his ex wife, he knew the marriage would fail. He had voices in his head telling him he shouldn’t marry her. They even fought on their wedding day. But instead of disappointing his ex wife by calling off the wedding, they married and spent almost ten rocky years together. It’s taken years to mostly undo the mess, which has affected a lot of innocent people.

As we were talking about how sometimes fighting is the right thing to do, I was suddenly reminded of a classic hit from 1979. Written by Roger Bowling and Billy Ed Wheeler, “Coward of the County” was made famous by Kenny Rogers, who sang as if he was the uncle of a young man named Tommy whose father died in prison when he was ten years old. Tommy’s father told him not to get into trouble. He didn’t want his boy to die in prison. He made Tommy promise to “turn the other cheek” and avoid fights, even when he really wanted to knock the hell out of someone. Tommy faithfully honored his promise to his dad, and let others walk all over him. Everyone in the county called him “Yellow”.

Then one day, the “Gatlin boys” came calling. They assaulted and gang raped Tommy’s girlfriend, Becky. When Tommy found his love battered, bruised, and shattered by the three brothers’ brutality, he was torn between wanting to avenge Becky and stop people from calling him “Yellow”, and honor his promise to his father that he would stay out of trouble. Tommy makes up his mind, goes into town, and puts all three Gatlin brothers out of commission. It’s not clear if he used his fists or a firearm, nor do we know if the boys were killed or just knocked out cold. Then Tommy says that he’s always tried to walk away from trouble when he can. But sometimes you gotta fight when you’re a man.

A classic song… even though one of the songwriters supposedly had a feud with the legendary singing group, the Gatlin Brothers. The legend goes that songwriter Roger Bowling said, “Fuck you, Gatlin.” to Larry Gatlin when he congratulated Bowling for winning an award for one of Kenny Rogers’ other hits, “Lucille”. Interesting story.

I couldn’t resist playing it for Bill, who smirked and said, “It’s kind of a cheesy song.”

I disagree. It’s 40 years old and still resonates. As Bill pointed out, they made a movie out of it. There’s a lot of truth in the lyrics, too. Sometimes you have to get in a minor conflict now to avoid a major one later. It would have been better if Tommy could have been more assertive when he was younger. Maybe those Gatlin boys wouldn’t have had their way with Becky. Maybe Tommy wouldn’t have had to dispatch them in such a dramatic way. We wouldn’t have been left with such a classic song or story, either.

After listening to the song, Bill agreed it wasn’t so cheesy after all. Especially as we face down another week here in Germany.

We finished our coffee and Bill took Arran for a walk. Now he’s at AAFES looking for board games to play and a jigsaw puzzle for us to do today while he cooks a rib roast for dinner. I think it’s going to be one of those “easy like Sunday morning” days… even though “Easy” isn’t really a happy song, is it?

So glad I grew up in the 70s and 80s, even if it does mean I’m getting old.

It’s amazing how music can help you solve your problems. It relieves stress, lubricates conversation, makes you move, and even helps you cry when you need it. What a gift it is to have wonderful music to listen to on a rainy Sunday. I bought a bunch of stuff last night and this morning, so we’ll probably have some great conversations today.

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