These things speak and exhort and reprove with all authority. Let no one disregard you.
Every now & again everyone has that moment where they come across something that fits so perfectly into themselves that they wonder why they hadn’t discovered it sooner — it almost makes you question chance, question karma or dharma or whichever one applies here, almost makes you question your own spiritual inclinations, stand up & say, “Right! Right! Why now! Goodness.” Today has got to be one of those days, this afternoon has got me singin’ “Oh Lawdy yes!”
Because I started out my day folded knock-kneed on my front porch steps picking my ukulele with the crack along the back & humming “I Want to Sing that Rock N Roll” & because I have slipped this disc into my computer & I don’t even need an entire first listen to make me grin, make me shake & make me love. Because this woman, this Gillian Welch, her absence has been felt unconciously I’m sure, & this is it for me. This is where it fits, this is where my days should be heading. This woman, this singer songwriter banjo picker six string strummer muted cap-slapper, it begins & ends with this music right here. So forgive me while I wax bloggingly & share with you these tunes of my recent months. Do not pray for affectation, it slips in un-noticed.
You do not need to be a Welch fan prematurely or with immediacy, you just need your attention re-tuned and your patience drawn out and flexed. Take a seat, take a listen. Take a mug, take a sip, ‘lectrify your soul.
“Red Clay Halo”
“I Want to Sing that Rock N Roll”
“Caleb Meyer” (for the headbangers?)
“Time (the Revelator)” (what an interview!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo-xdqz4ryc
“Annabelle” (if educational powerpoints are your thing)
Nothing more to say, I am impressed beyond my ages, beyond my vocabulary. Instant timeless.