now you fashion loving Christian’s sure give me the blues…

Day 27.

I’ve apparently bought a lot of records recently. Some of them are still sealed. This may be a crime on some level. I feel like I’ve fallen into a trap of consumerism. The festive consumer has indeed been consumed by the feast.

I’m feeling a need to fast as it were, so maybe January would be a good month for that. This may also give me some time to figure out what is going on with the blog. Or maybe it’s enough to just get my thoughts out so they aren’t cluttering my noggin. It’s also fairly anonymous as I’m pretty sure not many people I know are aware of it.

This was part of tonight’s listening.

Now Ry has managed to create an album of parables for the modern times. A gut wrenching punch to the bloated stomach. There I am waxing lyrical again but Ry brings out the best in all of us. An album of truth honesty and it pulls no punches.

It’s been snowing and the woods are always so peaceful then.

Then there was this.

Just remember “if there’s hell below we’re all gonna go.”

It requires a certain amount of self assured worth to wear that suit.

Seems like the end of the year brings a sense of self reflection to us all. Well me at least.

it’s right to stand together and wrong to stand apart.

Day 19.

Some musicians have a sense of social justin running through pretty much everything they do. Ry Cooder is one of those musicians.

The wonder is he manages to hold to that sense of social justice without sacrificing their ability to entertain. It’s easy to be self righteous.

It’s also on the rolling stone list of great record covers go figure. Who am I to argue with that there rolling stone.

Ry, David and Jim…


I have never seen the movie Paris, Texas. There is probably a good chance I will never see it. Not that it does not deserve to be seen, it’s just that there is not enough time to see all the movies I think I may want to or need to see.

So what I am left with is the soundtrack. It is nothing short of beautiful.

I have a tendency to avoid soundtracks. I own a few and they fall into the category so far of either Tangerine Dream, Ry Cooder or there is a Peter Gabriel song on there that cannot be found anywhere else, I also have the required nostalgia fest of Pretty In Pink because it was there. I seem to have never actually seen any of the movies of the soundtracks I own.

There is not really a theme here other than I obviously do not watch too many movies. In fact most of my viewing seems to be Star Trek and it’s many offshoots right now.

So what Ry Cooder has created here is a truly amazing, atmospheric and haunting collection of soundscapes. Its minimalist and rich in it’s minimalism. You get lost in the motifs and melodies that conjure up the desolation and beauty of the desert. I have never been to Texas, I do however now have a desire to do so. It may be easier to watch the movie though.

Based on the cover alone, the movie is probably lonesome drifter searching for the love of his life and his sone he lost in some tragic manner.

Come and gather all around me Listen to my tale of woe…

Zero records bought.

At present there have been no adverse affects I am aware of no shakes, chills or fevers.

For the life of me I have no idea why I never managed to get to these two records before today. There can be no real reason apart from the sheer volume of records in the way. It would be hard to deny that Ry Cooder and John Lee Hooker are essential listening. Looks like someone has spilled coffee on Mr Cooder though and scrawled all over the cover with a marker.

when the night is come, and the land is dark…

I looked out across the wasteland of my yard this morning, the mud and mole hills, the scrubby grass and the creek meandering it’s way through the cedar trees and sipped my coffee. Ry Cooder was singing the Ben E. King song Stand By Me in the background from the album Chicken Skin Music and I had a sense of dissatisfaction. In an hour I would have to go to work with all the things that brings right now, trying to run a social service agency in the Newmerika we all live in.

Today however is Friday and I can put my shorts and sweat shirt on if I want to, go get lunch with my wife and hopefully make it to the weekend without a crisis.

I had turned the TV off an hour ago. Another democrat was entering the primaries and CNN was excited, the US had pulled out of another meaningless nuclear deal, this one truly so, and the tweeter in chief was just warming up for the day. The atrocity show was about to start and it would be easy to be dragged in.

“You should know I was never untrue…” was sung by Ry and I pondered what fidelity and ethics mean in the land of the free.

So today as the calming balm of Ry Cooder pervades the quiet house I can commit to trying to make someones day a little easier along with all the other difficult choices to be made.

So I found this record in the junk store, it had obviously been part of the Newport Oregon library collection, it was very important to the librarian that borrowers care properly for the records and so these helpful hints are stuck to the front.

There is a real history to library records. Personally the local library was how I broadened my own musical horizons, and I am sure this is true for many people. Also normally when you buy a used record it may have belonged to 2 or 3 people, a library record belonged to the community and may have touched hundreds of peoples hands and record players. This may cause problems for hardened germaphobes and audiophiles, for me though it connects me with the hundred of others who had sat there listening to Ry sing Goodnight Irene at the end of this album and felt calmed, happier, sadder or more connected.

It was community property. It’s a little sad that it’s days of being passed around are over in some way, I am sure the Newport library has moved on to CD’s now. The other thing to ponder is what journey it took to get the three hour drive inland? How many hands did it pass through heading east from the coast? A truly well travelled record, and with very little damage.