Wandering Americana & a Barefoot Sundress
Arrgggh, the re-discovery of Terry Allen has had some ill effects...I cant get the FFA song out of my head...all my conversations are limited to commenting: "he's the blue jacket pride of the FFA and future Father of some President, who'll be another pain in the ass for the USA"...kind of the Americana version of "Its a small world after all..." the mega annoying Disney ditty played during the "small world" theme ride...
On the other hand, I have discovered XM12 and some incredible new artits, er artists, like Elizabeth Cook. I was first impressed by listening to Elizabeth being interviewed (Elizabeth dash Cook not Slash) and then I heard she had covered a Lou Reed song. Huh?? Load the paint ball guns with Red Bull and fire me blissfully. (I am writing this blog and have no idea what that last line means...Red Bull, huh?) But I guess Elizabeth is like that...she makes you think beyond yourself. And the live feed XM12 did from Bonnaroo was incredible...hmm describing Bonnaroo as incredible is somewhat banal, okay Bonnarro was yodel-licious with sprinkles ("oooh sprinkles")...I mean really double yodel-licious...pure music, not over produced or commercialized, simply pure music...I listened to the Klezmer Al-Stars...not something I would do willingly...my perception of Klezmer is something akin to Al-Quaida torture...like the way the keep drug dealers out of the city parks by playing Tchaikovsky...but the Klezmer was brilliant...Grateful Dead type Klezmer...soaring, sometimes meandering and always pure....after listening to the live feed from Bonnaroo, all I wanted to do was take a road trip....start slowly heading to probably Austin, letting myself get Route 66 side-tracked, french fries and a malt, thank you ma'am side-tracked on a search for the new Americana...searching for the ghosts of Bob Wills and Hank Williams. Looking for the new Dwight Yoakam...(caution:stolen image ahead) a barefoot girl in a sundress asleep in the backseat of the car....asleep in the back seat of the car.
Speaking of Americana (I need better segues), I found a friend of Terry Allen who is lovably whacked, peyote leaking into the well water whacked...Jo Carol Pierce...my gah-odd, I love her, yeah two syllables god, she is that good...in my next life, I want to have Jo Carol on speed dial...go over to her house on Sunday for well-water lemonade & Fiddle-fuck Chili...
and she is a modern type girl....with a myspace account...check this out:
http://www.myspace.com/jocarolpierce
A coupla quotes from Jo Carol....
"I need to send this song out to all you guys out in the world who have not had the courtesy to fall in love with the bad girls yet, because y'all really bother me -- although not as much as the ones who did."
"One of the odd things about the borderline tango is that its a waltz"
--Jo Carol Pierce--
...asleep in the backseat of the car...cream-colored sundress...the faint smell of the white gardenias she is a dreamin' about wafting through the car. I look up and could swear the Pine Tree air freshener is smiling...the gardenias reminding him of a girl he once knew...a girl that made him happy...
searching for America...sleepy and barefoot....
On the other hand, I have discovered XM12 and some incredible new artits, er artists, like Elizabeth Cook. I was first impressed by listening to Elizabeth being interviewed (Elizabeth dash Cook not Slash) and then I heard she had covered a Lou Reed song. Huh?? Load the paint ball guns with Red Bull and fire me blissfully. (I am writing this blog and have no idea what that last line means...Red Bull, huh?) But I guess Elizabeth is like that...she makes you think beyond yourself. And the live feed XM12 did from Bonnaroo was incredible...hmm describing Bonnaroo as incredible is somewhat banal, okay Bonnarro was yodel-licious with sprinkles ("oooh sprinkles")...I mean really double yodel-licious...pure music, not over produced or commercialized, simply pure music...I listened to the Klezmer Al-Stars...not something I would do willingly...my perception of Klezmer is something akin to Al-Quaida torture...like the way the keep drug dealers out of the city parks by playing Tchaikovsky...but the Klezmer was brilliant...Grateful Dead type Klezmer...soaring, sometimes meandering and always pure....after listening to the live feed from Bonnaroo, all I wanted to do was take a road trip....start slowly heading to probably Austin, letting myself get Route 66 side-tracked, french fries and a malt, thank you ma'am side-tracked on a search for the new Americana...searching for the ghosts of Bob Wills and Hank Williams. Looking for the new Dwight Yoakam...(caution:stolen image ahead) a barefoot girl in a sundress asleep in the backseat of the car....asleep in the back seat of the car.
Speaking of Americana (I need better segues), I found a friend of Terry Allen who is lovably whacked, peyote leaking into the well water whacked...Jo Carol Pierce...my gah-odd, I love her, yeah two syllables god, she is that good...in my next life, I want to have Jo Carol on speed dial...go over to her house on Sunday for well-water lemonade & Fiddle-fuck Chili...
and she is a modern type girl....with a myspace account...check this out:
http://www.myspace.com/jocarolpierce
A coupla quotes from Jo Carol....
"I need to send this song out to all you guys out in the world who have not had the courtesy to fall in love with the bad girls yet, because y'all really bother me -- although not as much as the ones who did."
"One of the odd things about the borderline tango is that its a waltz"
--Jo Carol Pierce--
...asleep in the backseat of the car...cream-colored sundress...the faint smell of the white gardenias she is a dreamin' about wafting through the car. I look up and could swear the Pine Tree air freshener is smiling...the gardenias reminding him of a girl he once knew...a girl that made him happy...
searching for America...sleepy and barefoot....
Labels: Bonnaroo, Jo Carol Pierce, Sundresses, Terry Allen
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