‘Woman’ demo:
Timshel Logan and I would like to say Happy Christmas by giving away a new song we just finished recording. We wrote this song with the always great Keegan DeWitt. This song will be featured in the PASTE holiday sampler this week. Lyrics are below.
IT’S CHRISTMAS GO ON AND SAY HELLO
Up an down the sidewalk I hear the click and clack
every red lit tail pipe is breathing smoke
here comes my neighbor. He’s been out working.
Gives me the finger as he smiles hello.
You can see two kids down on the sidewalk
making a snowman from ice piled on the curb
using cigarette butts there to form a smile
They talk to him but he doesn’t say a word
Well its Christmas and I know it
from the string lights to the stereo
In the midnight in the morning it’s Christmas
Go on and say hello.
There’s voices moving across the twilight
somebody laughing with a girl that he bumped into
and on a thursday or is it tuesday
I wonder what i’m going to wrap up and give to you
There’s an old bum leaned against a bus stop
cup full of change and a hand drawn holly wreath
looks in the cup and he yells out toward the street
who want’s a drink now come on it’s on me.
Its Christmas and I know it
from the white wheels to the stereo
In the midnight in the morning it’s Christmas
Go on and say hello.
Discovered this tumblr today. I do love any reminder that Heraclitus was correct.
10 years ago today I was in an airport and found out George Harrison had died. I remember a good friend of ours (who played bass with us for years), Danny Kurtz said when he found out, he immediately went over to his record player and put on “All things must Pass” — and cried. I love George and Danny both.
Give Me Love (Give Me Peace On Earth)
Blow Away
Don’t ever let it be said we have never played a show at a convent.
Today is St Cecilia’s day (patron saint of western music). There is a giant convent on a hill (off of 8th / Metro Center) overlooking Nashville that was built in 1861. The photo above is from March 6, 1906.
It was built at night-time by a group of Nuns from Ohio, who wanted to start a school. Apparently they built during the night so as not to offend the local neighborhood, who would have though it inappropriate for a bunch of women to be doing construction work.
At several different times during the civil war, ‘skirmishes’ between confederate and union soldiers started on their land. Each time they did, the nuns would run out (in in full habits) between the two sides pointing guns and tell the soldiers to take their fight somewhere else. They also gave food to soldiers of both sides throughout the war. (These details I got from one of the nuns at the motherhouse.)
In the 1930’s Timshel’s grandmother went to high school here, and almost became a nun herself. She changed her mind a couple weeks before graduating high school and went off to start a family in Philadelphia. (For completely selfish reasons, I’m glad she did).
The first time we played a show in Nashville (Douglas Corner Cafe in 2002), Timshel and I got up early to go see this convent where her grandmother had gone to high school. It’s not exactly a tourist spot, and there are no ‘tours,’ as it’s still a fully active convent with over a hundred nuns going about their business. However the nuns (most of whom had taken a vow of silence the day we showed up) were welcoming and let us walk around the motherhouse, chapel, etc. Two of the younger nuns who were playing piano in one of the halls invited us (plus the rest of our band) back later that afternoon for their ‘coffeehouse.’ Naturally, we went back woke the rest of the band up and played a show for an amazing room full of nuns drinking coffee.
I’m not sure when Nashville was first called music city but it was ‘after’ the turn of the century. I love that this giant convent dedicated to the patron Saint of music has been overlooking Nashville since before the civil war.
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The insides of a Hammond organ (Taken with Instagram at Big Light Studio )
Read More / Permalink / CommentIt takes a whole different level of “preparation” for us to get a record done these days. Last night as we were packing up a cardboard box full of quilts/pillows/bottles/ipods, special animals, getting the boys in footy p.j.s, hustlling to the car and across the bridge to Logan’s house, letting everyone dance around the studio and talk to Logan and Bryan enough, settling in with our book on tape, shutting the sound proof doors of each age groups’ isolated booth, and heading back into the control room to talk “songs” etc.,…well, I thought a few pictures might be appropriate. (posted by Timshel)
There was that sign in Pepper’s Pizza on Franklin street that read: “Lost: plastic beer cup. Set it on the curb around 10 last night.”
oh you know girl, just wondering which boyz ii men record to put on.
