When I heard the news of John Prine's hospitalization on March 30, I was, of course, saddened. His music has meant so much to me over the decades. On that day, I recorded this cover of one of my favorites from Prine's early output, a political song cleverly disguised as a broken-hearted love ballad. There's a video I posted to YouTube of this very same performance, which also includes some spoken introduction, about how I was feeling upon getting the news of John's contracting the coronavirus, and so forth. So, if you'd like to hear that, and see the song performed, it's here. I did a little bit of work on the audio for this MeFiMu upload, though, so I think it might sound a little better here than on the video. Anyway, rest in peace, John Prine, rest in peace.
So griphus and I were watching 1973 cult classic The Wicker Man and my brain got thinking about Rocket Man and, well, here we are.
My first post here! This is an attempt of John Hartford's great tune. I used GarageBand for bass and backup guitar, the rest is me -- two tracks guitar, mandolin, and double tracked voice. Hope you like it!
I wrote this on December 8th, 1980 right after I heard about John Lennon's murder. I was in college, in Albuquerque N.M., and was so upset I had to take a cold shower to calm down. I wrote it in the shower, and wrote it down when I dried off. We've played it in various bands ever since, and this version was recorded in Chicago in 1995. [more inside]
Who knew John Lennon was such a weenie, jk. I must be so vain because I thought this song was about me.
Half way through working on this I started to realize how stupid and ridiculous it was but it's definetely not the worst thing I've posted, or maybe it is, I dunno. [more inside]
Sometimes it just hard not to be depressing [more inside]
This is a recording from Ground Zero in Troy, NY. I played a solo show for about 50ish people and a stuffed pony.
A parody of A Day in the Life, penned earlier today by the highly overrated gentleman known as It's Raining Florence Henderson in response to disturbing revelations. Apologies to John. Paul can stuff it.