The Muscle Shoals documentary made me listen again to Dan Penn’s Do Right Man from 1994. “I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh/I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies/And I’m not proud of my address/In a torn-up town, no postcode envy…īut every song’s like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin’ in the bathroom/b lood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room,īut everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece/j et planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash…”įollowed by her curtly dismissive: “We don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair.” Thrilling. And pop-star skewering lyrics to die for: No other instruments, just a punchy lead and great backing vox. I’d been framed and sentenced me to a long stretch at hard labor in Squaresville.”įascinating stuff about The Boswell Sisters (check out “We Just Couldn’t Say Goodbye”) and Henry Mancini, and I’m only a third of the way in. But for me, a subterranean in gestation with a real nasty case of otherness, it was a prison. My parents, gazing out the window of the kitchen of the future, delighted in the open space, the gently curving streets and the streamlined look of the cream Olds Dynamic 88 all cosy in its carport. To walk out of the sliding glass doors onto the slab of concrete that was the patio and gaze across an ocean of mud at one’s doppelganger neighbors was, well, awesome. The development was not very fully developed. After a couple of false starts, we finally settled into a ranch-style home nestled among hundreds of its near-identical brothers in Kendall Park, N.J., a typical housing development circa 1957.
“I must have been about 8 years old when my father, like so many second-generation American dads, decided to get his family the hell out of the city and make a run at upward mobility in the suburbs. Why do I love you? I love you for closing your eyes to the discords in me, and for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening.”ĭonald Fagen, Subterranean in Gestation, Eminent Hipsters I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me, and for accepting the possibilities of the good in me.
I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. “Why do I love you? I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I’m with you. Michael Douglas as Liberace in Behind The Candelabra, the single most vivid Hollywood performance of last year. Ghost Riders on the trail of the Lonesome Pine, before fetching up in Woodstock… In the stillness of the mountains, I will find sweet peace and rest! Lonesome pine, I can hear you calling Calling m-e back to my home Where the fox and hounds through the hills are roaming.Found when moving, ukulele sheet music. Lonesome pine calling me home! Someday soon, I'm gonna travel Back to the land that I love best. Lonesome pine, I can hear you calling Calling m-e back to my home Where the fox and hounds through the hills are roaming. Lonesome pine calling me home! It's been so long since I left that cabin In search of wealth, fortune, and fame And late at night, when I'm alone and lonely, I can hear my daddy call my name.
Even now the memories linger Of how Mama smiled so soft and warm. There's a path back in the mountains To that one room house, where I was born.
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