I know where you are…

The swimming song is the most summer of all summer songs.

Here we have Loudo covering the navy, drinking, fighting and falling over and mustaches and dehydration as well as relationships, life and all things in between.

I remember hearing Johnny Cash covering The Man Who Couldn’t Cry and finally knowing that country musicians really did get irony after all.

What’s not to love?

I am a full fledged grown up adult…

The Loudon trail continues with T-Shirt.

More confessional songwriting. Sometimes a bit too brutal and honest.

I’ve been trying to quantify the attraction to his songwriting. I really think it is the bravery of being so honest about what is going on in that noggin of his. He’s often disinterring the things we often think without saying out loud. This can I suppose backfire as who wants their dirty laundry out on an album?

I didn’t cry I tried to be brave…

I’ve been on a Loudon Wainwright journey the last couple of days.

His records have been popping up wherever I go over the last couple of days. So I’ve been buying them. Funnily enough he’s one of this songwriters that is unknown enough that you can still get records in decent shape for 2-10 dollars a shot. I have not cracked double figures once.

I’ve always thought of Loudon’s songwriting as either the ultimate in confessional songwriter or a version of method acting. He’s also somewhat of the topical/protest specialist through observational lyrics commenting on the moment. I remember seeing him on Wall St. during the 1% protests supporting those camped out and his savage topical songs.

So this is Album II. So an album full of the human condition at the time for Loudon.

I bet we will find out his thoughts on today eventually.

I never hear my record on the radio…

Pastiche, homage or part of the best series of “f” you’s to the record company ever.

It’s been a particularly difficult couple of days as the march to intolerance continues and the inability to be nuanced in america continues.

I think Neil Young on some level may simultaneously be the most authentic and pig headed musician on the planet. You have to admire the single minded attitude that allows you to alienate your base so frequently with no worry for the fall out.

Neil and the Shocking Pinks is a lot of fun every now and then when you want to snap out of whatever funk you’ve gotten in. It’s also really short so if like me this week you are determined to play records all the way through to the pain is over relatively quickly.

However I defy anyone not to enjoy. Kinda Fonda Wanda, Wonderin and Everybody’s Rockin with an ironic smirk.

please remember my song…

It’s not often a good reason that you are woken up in the middle of the night. Apart from the obvious.

Midnight I get a drunk text asking if I want to go see Loudon Wainwright III. Sure I fumble out and forget about it.

I guess I’m going to see Loudo in October. Sometimes good things happen after midnight.

In celebration I am going with this as it’s the only one I have on vinyl. The CDs being ensconced in a box in the shed.

It’s the one with the skunk song on and Red Guitar. One of these is one of the best songs written by anyone and the other well it’s fun. You pick.

I see you…

Live albums they are hit and miss for sure. When they are bad they are awful but when they hit the mark they can become some of our collective favorites. Even if we often know there may be an overdub somewhere in the mix.

Gong Live In Sheffield 1974 gives us the chance to hear the “classic” lineup in full flight. Sax solos, glissando guitar and bubbling synths and the wackiest of lyrics.

RSD has occasionally fulfilled its purpose by being the excuse for a band such as Gong to release vinyl. This one’s been around since the 90s on CD but got it’s vinyl release so that hipsters the world over can become confused by psychedelicized fairy tale telling.

This is my panacea for the Jan 6 committee. I think if we had played Gong subliminally to the sad orange one we could’ve had a better outcome all together.

when you’re old enough to repay…

It’s a strange old moment when you realize you’ve become a fanatic. It’s maybe when you start buying all the Neil Young albums. I think this is a reaction to not buying Psychedelic Pill because I thought $35 was too much. How crazy/deluded was that?

So I’ve been buying the bootleg albums as they came out. Up to four now and they all cover a fairly similar period of time right now 1970 to 1974. It’s a classic period of time. Pre ditch, and I am fairly convinced Neil never wrote a bad song in that time period.

So I forked out for “I’m Happy That Y’All Came Down.” An official release of an old bootleg. The sleeve is a faithful reflection of the bootleg ringwear included apart from Neil took the time to correct the song titles and placed it all on one disc instead of two. I’ve never heard the boot so I can’t compare sound quality

So songs from After the Goldrush and Harvest what’s not to love.

These early versions of A Man Needs A Maid are so much different from the released version. He should’ve kept the “a man is afraid” line in there.

I’m hoping for some raucous rock and roll in the future though.

I’ve forgiven Neil for leaving Spotify. I seldom found myself listening to the old fart there anyway.

the camas is blooming..,

It was noteworthy enough to take a picture. Therefore it is noteworthy enough to mention here.

There was a brief respite today of the incessant rain. We got some of the garden planted finally. Lots of tomato plants in the greenhouse and plenty of greens.

Syds gonna guard the veggies man.

The problem with all that rain is the weeds grow like well weeds.

too many snags…

So I succumbed to peer pressure of some sort and bought David Live, the bigger better Tony Visconti 2005 mix. It’s got more songs than the original which I’ve never heard.

There’s a lot of David Sanborn on here for sure.

It’s ragged, it’s loose and simultaneously tight.

I have avoided this for so long it seems because of the cringeworthy picture on the front. It’s definitely a step down from previous albums image wise. This was my totally shallow teenage reason for never buying it or even listening to it.

Let’s just be honest it’s a crap album sleeve. It is however a good collection of Bowie. I find myself wondering why it all looks so normal when it’s the Diamond Dogs tour goin on. I woods really want to see a little more post apocalyptic vibe from the cover.

That’s a lot of great songs on there definitely worth the price of admission.