The title of this blog is a line from a Caleb Sweazy song. Caleb is absolutely amazing. Wow. More on that later.
Warning: I'm gonna go on and on and on about music and my writing in this, so git ruddy!(or get ready...whatever.)
This week has been such an inspiring week in a really musical way.
Hell, it's just been a great week for me and my favorite vice, music.
Wednesday night I saw Lyle Lovett and John Hiatt perform together at the Orpheum.
First of all, let me just say that the Orpheum is one of my favorite venues of all time. I saw Ben Harper, Jonny Lang, John Prine, North Mississippi Allstars, Cory Branan, and Lucero there. Amazing. The place is so beautiful and filled with a great history in Memphis. This year is its 80th birthday and what better way for me to celebrate it then to go see these two living legends, right?
Lyle Lovett and John Hiatt were onstage together with their acoustics just shootin' the shit, telling stories, and playing really amazing songs that I absolutely am in love with. It lasted 2 and a half hours and I cried for the first hour. Tears of joy. I mean, I've been raised on their songs and just soaking it all in. I was just in complete awe of these 2 men. And what I love most about them is that they are both music fans, through and through. I'm sure that if I had the chance to shower them with compliments, they wouldn't think twice about 'em after I left.
I believe that if you put John and Lyle's songs together you've got a songbook on how to love a Southern woman. It's so true. Their songs are how I'd like my husband to love me when I get married. I'm pretty sure I want Lyle's song North Dakota to be the first song my husband and I dance to at our reception. Oh, but I'm so fickle I'll probably change my mind in a few months. Ah, well. I'll try to stay true to this song.
This morning, while at my sister's place watching the munchkins, I get a call from Shangri-La Records saying that my Rick Danko LP had come in. I told 'em I'd be in midtown that day and they promised to hold it for me. Damn. I'm so lucky to have found this. It's a rarity, I'm tellin' ya. Completely worth the 20 bucks and 25 cents that I paid for it. I can't wait to whip out my dad's record player and do 2 things: 1)Listen to this sweet vinyl gift from God and 2)Record it onto the computer so that I can put it onto a CD.
Why I've been searching for this LP:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2WRijXGfho
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbzB9stgfdQ
Awesome, right? Rick as a performer was just so raw and passionate. I love it. He, along with every other member, was such an essential part of the Band.
Tonight I had the pleasure of spending my evening absorbing good live music and having awesome conversations and writing down new awesome ideas at Otherlands.
The awesome conversations gave me an oppurtunity to have actual adult conversations with people I have things in common with. I love Chauncey, but what you can discuss with a 4 year old is limited. Katelyn, her Aussie friend, Mason, James, Dan, Colin, and Mike are great people, I love 'em. I love to talk and they were genuinely interested in all that I said, or so I thought I saw by the expressions on their faces and what I heard by their responses.
Caleb Sweazy could be knocked down by a strong wind. He looks like what I imagine Hank Williams and Woody Guthrie look like. His songs are so amazing and I'm so mad at myself for not giving him a chance long before tonight. He inspired me to write this:
Kind Words
Only when I fell through the cracks
Only then did you search me out
But I didn't lose any sleep
The thought of you didn't drive me wild
Don't walk away darlin',
I only meant it in the kindest way
You know I'll only say kind words
About you and I
And how we'll never be
My mama musta called you
Probably told you it was your fault
Your fault that I'm worse for wear
She only said it cause
Mama don't like to see any fault in her baby child
She calls me angel heart
And you best believe I am
You best believe that the best of hearts
Raise a little hell sometimes
Some of the best hearts can fall through the cracks
Babe, you're a fair weather man
You're a roll with the punches man
You're the man who falls for everything
Don't walk away darlin',
I only meant it in the kindest way
You know I'll only say kind words
About you and I
And how we'll never be
I don't think that it's done yet, maybe it is. Huh. I have no clue.
Dan Montgomery was just amazing as usual. He's a Southern songwriter and he does us proud, even if he is from Jersey.
Colin Gilmore is Texas, from his sweet west Texas accent to his cowboy boots to his songs to his guitar slinging style. He exudes charm and kindness. I've been bugging the hell outta him since Folk Alliance Conference back in February to bring his ass back to Memphis. Like we agreed on tonight: Austin is a hole, but Memphis is a hole with a gravity pull. So true, so very true. His set(I missed the last few songs) was just inspiring. It was everything I expected from him and more. I loved Texas before, but now I love it even more.
I love writing. I have a love/hate relationship with my muse. It strikes when it damn well pleases and my ass had better adhere to it. I love that I haven't settled on one median of writing; I love writing poetry, short stories, and I'm working on that ever challenging script. I found my place in the world. God is good.
www.myspace.com/colingilmore
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