Thursday, March 22, 2007

Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold.



I am really enjoying this spring. I am much more an autumn guy than a spring guy. Spring usually makes me anxious. In the fall, I’m just thankful for every warm day that slips in, I enjoy the autumn colors, and I like being able to cozy in a bit. On the other hand, I always try to rush spring. I wear short-sleeved shirts too early and I get crushed when April is frigid and snowy. Usually, we try to have happy hours on my sister’s front porch the first few temperate days of spring. More than once they’ve ended with me shivering, underdressed in a hockey sweater, finally giving up and going inside, and cursing this part of the country. I’m not sure why this spring is different. There may be a number of reasons. We had a serious snowfall on St. Patrick’s Day and I had a blast making a snowman with Syd the next day. The Sabres are looking great for the playoffs. I have been almost completely insulated from the details of March Madness, for whatever reason. I haven’t even had a chance to make fun of the diapered dandies, the ones who weren’t invited to the dance, or who will wear the glass slipper, cliché, cliché, cliché, blah, blah, blah. The groundhog saw his shadow. Daylight savings time came early. There is something new about Alex Rodriguez in the New York papers every day and no one has said a single word to me about it. Coily the Spring Sprite hasn’t been up to any of his old tricks.

I wish I updated this blog more often. I’ve been really busy and all the thoughts I have about what I want to say basically die on the keyboard. I am sick of hearing about The Family Guy all the time, but I think Carol Burnett is insane for suing them. Alberto Gonzales proved that he had no respect for the law long before President Bush made him the top law enforcement agent in the country, so they are reaping what they have sown. But why point out the obvious? As Morrissey says, the world is full of crashing bores, and I must be one. Speaking of which, in the back of my mind I have a Morrissey tribute, plus a report on the state of my backyard after the thaw. I hope I am a tough enough editor on myself.

One of the great things about The Band is the uniqueness of every person in the group and what they brought musically. I think when the music speaks to you on such an emotional level you overlook personal flaws or negatives and focus just on the beauty of the music and find truth in that. That’s why when I look at this video I still think that Rick Danko is a stud (and why I don’t hold a grudge against JRR). This is from the Classic Album series about the making of “The Band” album. Now there’s no excuse for anybody not to be able to diagram Sammy Davis Jr’s pool house. Sherner explained to me how Danko plays this song like a bass player and there is a much simpler way to play this tune on a guitar than we’re seeing here. I don’t remember the specifics. Maybe Jeffy will come on here and set it straight.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEbznWv6Jko

The Band is just as great in the spring as it is in the fall. Cheers to the butcher from Simcoe, Ontario.

Snow’s gonna come and front’s gonna bite
My old car froze up last night
Ain’t no reason to hang my head
I could wake up in the morning dead

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Well, I honestly talk out of my ass sometimes. I actually really like the way he plays it, but it is true that there's an easier way to play some of those chords where he's going way up on the neck. Either way, it's great---and his voice was even better there than when he was younger! Too bad. I still hate Robbie Robertson. I'm glad he's off holding some pow wow somwhere, living in a tepee and selling out for some wam-pum.