Monday, September 10, 2007

"Townes Van Zandt is the greatest songwriter who ever lived, and I'll stand on Bob Dylan's coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that." - Steve Earl

I had kind of expected for there to be a lot of trouble coming, with Sara going back to Denver for another long year. I knew it was coming and braced myself, but it's worse than I had expected. I'm not mad at anyone, myself nor anyone else, I mostly just feel kind of silly for my lack of preparation, having known what to expect. I feel like I imagine the people left clinging to tree limbs must feel when they're being rescued by movie stars in aluminum boats: Glad to be alive, pretty embarrassed for being so stranded.

I've been pouring as much energy as I can into the creation of new music, text, and film, and I've been falling back on some friends old and relatively new. Carter and I created a short film on Sunday, we made it out of pieces of an old public domain Mexican film that I found at Goodwill. Turned out to be the best damned purchase I have made in ages. Here's a link to the film, which is an absurd re-edit of this movie into a surreal trailer with nonsense subtitles.

"Solo in Mis Juevos"

As my awesome friend Riley palmer said: I have no eggs. I have no eggs.

Something else (and to explain the quote above), the best music purchase I have made lately has been Townes Van Zandt: Texas Troubador. My favorite song that he wrote is a number called "You Are Not Needed Now." You can buy it on iTunes for 99 cents, a fact that seems somehow amazing and cruel at the same time.

More movie reviews to come, perhaps, or maybe I'll just keep doing this emo-ass posts. Or maybe I'll take up catblogging, but without the cat.

"Well, the birds they were talking all at once
and the old man mowing down his lawn
he didn't look like much too bad a guy
and I was thinking, hang on man,
something's wrong
your blues, they do seem to be gone
Heaven ain't bad, but you don't get nothing done.

Well, Allison laid an egg on me
and every time I turn around
it's swimming through the air above my bed
I told Miss Hicks and she said "Fine,
as long as you're back in your room on time,
I keep you clean and the girls will keep you fed."

Between the blankets made of wool
the trains roll by every half an hour
and the body can get no restin' done, that's true
so I do my best, as best I can
thinkin' big and making plans
and wondering where them trains are rolling to

Lay down your head poor boy
and feel how the ground does move
and hear how them drivers sing

Well, goodbye friends, it's time to close
everybody knows that's the way it goes
where was it you lived in case I'm ever there
Well, three doors down and two behind
and it gets a little bit out of hand sometimes
don't let it fool you into thinkin you don't care

Lay down your head and fly
I'll quietly pass you by
you won't even see me go

If I thought about it long enough
I just might make some kind of move
watchful eyes are too hard on the soul
With the smoke house just across the way
and this fog upon the light of day
I would be hard pressed comin' up with where to go

Lay down your head poor boy
feel how the ground does move
hear how them drivers sing
What now, my darling one
go find a little fun
you are not needed now."

-Townes Van Zandt,
"You Are Not Needed Now"


Blogger Sammy said...

This guy up here plays a lot of Townes van Zandt on public radio. At first listen, I was really just listening to how his voice interacted with his music, and I was left wondering what was so special about him. But then I really listened to the SONGS, and found out everything.

7:45 AM  
Blogger Noma said...

At least you saw Sara. Harrumph.

The film was muy bizarre. You boys are quite odd.

Glad you blogged. You were in a day's peril of being purged from my fave's list.

4:55 AM  
Blogger Sammy said...

Steve Earle AND Dax Riggs both played Townes Van Zandt songs at ACL Fest.

7:59 AM  

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