so tell your mama I said hello

I won't cry for you
when the night grows long
and I won't lie for you
because you done me wrong
so tell your mama
I said hello
and that she raised you
too damn slow
you're too damn slow
too damn slow.

Because I've been waiting
for your time
And I've been missing
out on mine
So tell your father
that I said so long
and thanks for raising you
so damn wrong
you are so damn wrong
you're so damn wrong, so damn wrong.

—Norah Jones, Tell Your Mama

keep your dancing slippers on, keep me on your mind a while

I saw Ray LaMontagne last night at the Beacon and it was just fantastic . . . except for the high-quotient of douchebag audience. Seriously. These people apparently thought we were at a sporting event. Am I getting old or are there just more assholes hanging around earth nowadays? Sit the fuck down for an hour or so and just listen. You don't need a beverage. You don't need to pee, kiddo. Also, shut the fuck up.

Dude came through though. He gives good performance. And he's lovely to look at, to boot.

This video is not from last night but from earlier on his tour this year. I heard him cover Loretta (Townes Van Zandt) live for the second time in two months. Of course, this time he wasn't accompanied by Elvis Costello, John Prine, Lyle Lovett (HOLLA! NAME-DROPPING!!) (slap me if I ever say "holla" again) but it was still delightful. Right. So, listen:



Oh Loretta, she's a barroom girl
wears them sevens on her sleeve
Dances like a diamond shines
Tell me lies I love to believe
Her age is always 22
Her laughing eyes a hazel hue
Spends my money like water falls
Loves me like I want her to
Oh, Loretta, won't you say to me
Darling, put your guitar on
have a little shot of booze
play a blue and wailing song
My guitar rings a melody
My guitar sings, Loretta's fine
Long and lazy, blond and free
and I can have her any time
Sweetest at the break of day
prettiest in the setting sun
she don't cry when I can't stay
'least not till she's all alone
Loretta, I won't be gone long
keep your dancing slippers on
keep me on your mind a while
I'll be back, babe, to make you smile
—Townes Van Zandt, Loretta

P.S. Also, how friggin' cool is it that he referenced performances (from the Spectacle taping I went to . . . yeah, that's right, I'm big-time) I knew about AND saw for myself? Pretty. Damn. Cool. I should get a badge or something.

P.P.S. Lauren: you were wonderful company. Thank you for helping me pick out a t-shirt. And thanks for, well, for being you.

Oh man . . .

I really need to start blogging again. Right? Riiiiiight? Right.

Just awesome.

Regretsy

Telling myself I could be strong or some such brave bullshit

I am in love with this song. In. Love. It's absolutely beautiful. And I'm thrilled that Jolie Holland makes an appearance on this album.

(The whole album, is in fact, awesome.)



Lay down my head by the wayside
My worn out shoes
Quite why she went I can’t decide
Yeah but I sure could use
One plate of food steaming and hot
Clean linen ironed
On a fresh made bed but I ain’t got
One salty dime，one salty dime
One salty dime
Just close your eyes it won’t take long
It won’t hurt a bit
Telling myself I could be strong
Or some such brave bullshit
Trucks are roaring by I’m a red ghost
In their tail light gleam
I’m a tumbleweed，I’m a spit roast
Just turning in your flame
Oh my darlin’ Kathleen
Cars they sound like waves that are breaking
On some distant shore
I gazed so long into the great aching sky
It seemed that I，I wasn’t here no more
That my rushing blood was a river
My eyes two stars
My blowing hair all a quiver
A whispering field of grass
That murmurs as you pass
Oh my darlin’ Kathleen
That whispers out your name
Oh my darlin’ Kathleen
Oh my darlin’ Kathleen

—David Gray / Kathleen