Friday, February 10, 2012

Momma dont let your babies grow up to be poets.

 Momma, don't let your babies grow up to be poets.




In the heavens, the great romantic poets and the great country and western singers definitely drink at the same bar. The thread between the romantic poets and the great country singers is a connection of the common and the ethereal. The Lyra of the country singer is the pedal steel and the natural, emotional, and personal artistic themes of the romantic poets blend with sad tales of love lost, whiskey, and absinthe.

I have always loved the poetry of Hank Williams as much as that of William Blake, Keats, and Shelly. When I wrote these songs I was hoping  to channel the romantic poets alongside my dusty nostalgia for lonesome cowboys and the spacey and ambient background music I had heard during my early days working at Grant Avenue Studio. At that time Brian Eno and Dan Lanois were inventing ambient music and the vapor wafted through the studio was like magic.

I couldn’t help being seduced by that sound and years later including it on some of my tracks as a minor player along side the more or less one mic recording technique that was remade famous by the seminal 1988 Trinity Sessions Recordings of Peter Moore and The Cowboy Junkies.

Pedal steel player extraordinaire, Kim Deschamps, who had played with the Junkies back in 88 and was now with playing with Blue Rodeo. Kim agreed to fit me in between his busy touring schedule. Though I ended up forsaking the single microphone aspect I had hoped to employ on this track, I was glad to have Kim’s haunting vibes melting the walls along with the solid drums and bass of my old band mate Bill Majoros. At that time Billy had a great buzz going with his group Flux. But that, is another story.


Lonesome.
AKA Glen Marshall,
02/08/2012.

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