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His half-assed advice and old-time music blog

 

SEPTEMBER 2009

 

9-2-09... Don't waste your time trying to put effect before cause. The law of the universe is thought first, and then expression. The law can never be reversed.

You know this one is old. Jimmie Rodgers died in 1933. He is known as the father of country music, and had his contracting of tuberculosis not forced him to give up his railroad job and record his music, we might not have ever known much about him at all. Cause and effect, a voice in fine form as Jimmy Rodgers sings, Muleskinner Blues.

 

9-4-09... You can't claim too much for yourself, provided you claim the same things for all other human beings. Of course, this works both ways, so be careful not to claim things you really do not want, such as "my cold" or "my arthritis".

Jimmie Davis must have claimed for himself to have a long, productive and happy life. 101 years of it! The dates of his birth and death are interesting -- B. September 11, 1899; D. November 5, 2000 (election day?). He was a successful recording artist, and he served two terms as Louisiana governor, 1944-48 and 1960-64. By far, his most popular song is "You Are My Sunshine," but in the 1930's and 40's he recorded several swinging blues tunes which featured racy, double-entendre lyrics. In this one, he wonders how he'll bust a nut when he's locked up in Columbus, Georgia. Columbus Stockade Blues

 

9-7-09... We are not at the mercy of accidents, for there are no accidents. Your own character makes or breaks you. This is true of an individual, of a nation, of a party, or of an institution.

This guy Guy Drake seems satisfied with his character. Feels no guilt for living on the dole with no ambition to rise out of it. Then again, maybe he's trying to admonish those who are doing the same. I'll leave it for you to decide in this song where the melody is mundane and only the lyrics matter. Welfare Cadillac

 

09-09-09... Notice I changed the date format for today. Numbers like that must signify something heavy, so let's try this.

Don't think of meditation as a duty. It is a privileged visit with the universal power, a bonding with its energy, and a daily tapping into it will power you through your work and recreation. Do you have doubt? Look at the night sky. Amazing, huh? Surely there's something driving it more impressive than a white-bearded guy sitting on a throne snapping his fingers or pulling strings. It is a God, no argument from me if that's the term you like, but don't limit its capabilities or your conception of such to those of man, and don't think for a second that you are not a part of the universe and its overwhelming possibilities.

Today, I'm in a rock and roll mood in a punkish sort of way, and so I dug out one of my vinyls and gave it a spin. Now, I'm charged for President Obama's speech thanks to Robert Fripp. Like he says: I'm getting anxious... I'm franxious... Transactional diseases are the only thing that pleases we. Don't ask... just listen. You Burn Me Up I'm a Cigarette

 

9-11-09... Some of our greatest demonstrations come to us as though an egg. Days may pass with no changes, just the same hard outer shell. But then, one day we see the shell has been broken open and a baby chick appears. Changes were happening inside all along, but the demonstration took place only when the moment was right. Don't give up. Do your work. The universal power will provide what you've asked for when you are ready to receive it.

Helen Cornelius and Jim Ed Brown want to wait until the time is right. No sex. Marriage first, as they deftly blend their voices for a memorable melody from 1976. I Don't Want to Have to Marry You

 

9-14-09... A treatment is when you meditate to remedy a particular problem, such as a financial issue or personal quarrel with another person. 99.9% of the time, the source of the problem is fear of the problem. If you can treat your fear, you are well on your way to solution. Think of when you were a child, of how secure you felt in your mother's arms. No worries. Nothing of which to be afraid, because you knew she could and would take care of your every need. If you can recapture that feeling of complete comfort, you can treat your fear of today's problem.

Here, maybe this song will remind you. If nothing else, the superb vocals of Glenn Campbell should elevate your mood. The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Rules the World

 

9-16-09... The sole reason for our being here is to grow, to raise our consciousness, to expand our intellect, to further distance ourselves from the mind-set of the barbarian, to expel from our being hatred and fear of others, superstitions and beliefs in false gods and unproven speculations. We are to focus on our inner self. It is not selfishness, because our growth and knowledge and self-betterment radiates from us, elevates those around us, and the chain reaction elevates all of mankind higher above the muck, further away from the caves where we started.

What better example of improvement could I list than music? What song have you ever heard that didn't change your mood in some way? Either joy or sadness? Or, at the very least, an appreciation for the coming together of voices, instruments, melodies, harmonies and rhythms? None. It is impossible to not feel something, and it is not a point to be argued.

Neil Sedaka is one of the great songwriters who started in the Brill Building, where so many early pop hits of the 1950's and 60's were written and published. In the 1970's his second career produced Laughter in the Rain and this gem, written when John Lennon was doing battle with the Nixon administration for the legal right to stay in the United States. Politics aside, this showcases Mr. Sedaka's fine voice and beautifully crafted melody. The Immigrant

 

9-18-09... First, let me announce that beginning next week until the end of the month, I'll be focusing on music from the 1930's -- specifically, The Blue Sky Boys. These postings will coincide with the release of my Jardonn-authored, Depression-era short story called Green River, in the MLR Press (male/male) ghost anthology, Past Shadows. My main character tells the story in flashback, but before beginning his tale he suggests to his great nephew that he should listen to the songs from those days, and how they reflected folks's attitudes about death and the afterlife. Music of the Blue Sky Boys is a fine example, and I'll give you some beginning Sunday.

Now for some advice pone: Expect more from your private visits with yourself. Regardless of what you call it (meditation, prayer, or what Jesus described as the Secret Place), the process is kind of like cleaning out your closet. Old worn out clothes, or clothes you have outgrown are removed and distributed elsewhere to make room for new. Meditation is your process for discarding thoughts that clutter your subconscious, ideas you no longer need, like hatreds or jealousies or supersitions, ideas that do nothing but hold you back. The universal power only sends out positives, and you are to be a conduit for those positives. Get rid of the crap so you'll have room to receive and do what you're meant to do.

Finally, the music pone: A good example of universal conduit is Jimmy Webb; his method is songwriting. Some of the finest meshings of lyrics and melodies have come from the cosmos to his brain to his fingertips to the piano keyboard. His long list of composed hits goes back to the 1960's, when he charted five top-ten hits in a 20-month period. Maybe you've heard some of his creations: By the Time I Get to Phoenix; Galveston; It's the Worst That Could Happen; MacArthur Park; Up, Up and Away; It's All I Know.

Out of all his early songs recorded by others, this one here, in my mind's ear, is a prime example of all that is musically glorious coming together in a three-minute song -- melody, lyrics, chord progressions, instrumentalists, and, regardless of personal opinions concerning his domestic issues, few can deny Glenn Cambell's voice as one of the finest ever put to record. Wichita Lineman

 

9-20-09... When it came to old-timey country music, brother duet teams seemed to be all the rage in the 1930's and 40's. Soon, they would be overshadowed by the electric guitars of honky tonk and full orchestras of western swing, but at the time airwaves were filled with the likes of the Monroe Brothers (Bill and Charlie), the Shelton Brothers (I played one of theirs a few weeks back), and this duo, The Blue Sky Boys, all of whom featured close harmonies with simple accompaniments of guitar and mandolin.

Record execs didn't care for their last name, Bolick, so they called themselves The Blue Sky Boys. Born in Hickory, North Carolina, Bill (1917) strummed the mandolin and Earl (1919) picked the guitar. Their first recording sessions were done in Atlanta, Georgia for RCA, 1936. I've chosen to feature them all this week and next because many of their songs dealt with death, the afterlife and how many of those living had no fears of ghosts. Thought it perfectly natural that spirits on occasion might come out and wander around a bit. Like I said, this attitude plays a role in my part of the just-released ghost anthology, Past Shadows, by way of story titled Green River, set in 1938.

In contrast to many of their songs, today's Blue Sky Boys selection has nothing to do with death or spirits. In fact, it's rather comical, a spelling game pointing out the hypocrisy of certain folks who call themselves Christians. I've never been able to confirm it, but I do believe this 78 record is from that first recording session. Yes or no, it is undeniably old, as the sound will confirm. S-A-V-E-D

 

9-23-09... This song is probably the best-known from the Blue Sky Boys catalogue. Combining even-flowing melody with breaks of counterpoint on the chorus, it ranks as one of their most skillfully executed recordings.

I think in this song you will clearly hear the foundations of what became known as bluegrass. Bill Monroe, like the Blue Sky Boys, started as one half of his own brother duo with Charlie Monroe. After their split is when Bill added fiddle, banjo, guitar and bass to his mandolin, expanded on this style and developed the bluegrass sound with its tightly-woven vocal harmonies and highly-structured blendings of instruments. So, even though honky tonk and western swing sent this old time music tumbling down the charts, it was reinvented and revived by Bill Monroe and those who worked with him. Sunny Side of Life

 

9-25-09... I wasn't originally planning to post this BSB song, but for two days since listening to it, the melody will not leave my head, so it will not take no for an answer. This one has a fiddle along with Bill's mandolin and Earl's guitar, filling in gaps between the brothers's cohesive duet vocals. I think you will know from this Bill and Earl have been singing together since childhood. You'll probably also guess the record has some warpage. The song is titled Kentucky.

 

9-28-09... In today's post Bill and Earl Bolick, The Blue Sky Boys, put a tenderly pleasant harmony to some tragically brutal lyrics. The woman loves the man same as he loves her, but her parents have no intention of allowing their marriage. And so, they go to the next life to find their happiness. The title is Katie Dear.

 

9-30-09... This Blue Sky Boys song is a trickster. Oh, sure, it starts out pleasantly enough. Lures you into thinking it's a simple ode to love, but the dissonant harmony of one line warns that the lyrics are about to turn dark. It becomes a tale of obsession, and of the easiest solution to a woman's rejection: darling, if you will not marry me, I'll just have to kill you. Title: Down on the Banks of the Ohio.

 

10-02-09... End of week, end of September, and one last eerie song about death from the Blue Sky Boys.

This song's lyrics point out why it is not good to mourn over the death of a loved one for too long a period of time. After all, they do need to begin their new life, and our sadness makes them sad, prevents them from moving forward. So, from her grave, she asks, "Who is there, weeping upon my grave? Who will not let me sleep?" He answers, "'Tis I, my love, sitting on your grave. I pray one kiss of your cold, gray lips, and that is all I seek."

This song is so very real, as are the Blue Sky Boys and this style of music. It is recorded history, stories of the people, landscape and customs from our past, and with a little investigation you can learn plenty without reading a single book. Just listen. The Unquiet Grave

 

 

 

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