Monday, March 30, 2020
Sunday, March 29, 2020
"An Unapologetic Insurgent, Kinky Friedman Ponders ‘Resurrection’ In Later Life"
It's a few months old but still worthy of a read: "An Unapologetic Insurgent, Kinky Friedman Ponders ‘Resurrection’ In Later Life" Lee Zimmerman
Friday, March 27, 2020
Monday, March 23, 2020
Michael Johnathon and "Legacy"
Michael Johnathon with "Legacy," his engaging nine-minute tribute of sorts to fellow folk musicians.
Sunday, March 22, 2020
Highlights of Jeff Emery's KZSC March 23 "Backroads" show
Highlights of Jeff Emery's KZSC March 23 "Backroads" show with some songs for our times:
Thursday, March 12, 2020
Eric Taylor has passed
"ERIC TAYLOR 1949-2020" Austin City Limits
"Houston loses quintessential folk songwriter, Eric Taylor" Houston Chronicle
Eric Taylor background
"Houston loses quintessential folk songwriter, Eric Taylor" Houston Chronicle
Eric Taylor background
Tuesday, March 10, 2020
"Laura Smith 1952-2020"
"Laura Smith 1952-2020" Mike Regenstreif
Also:
"Renowned Nova Scotia singer-songwriter Laura Smith dies after battle with cancer" Stephen Cooke
"'Out on a cloud of love': Folk singer, songwriter Laura Smith has died" Elizabeth McMillan
Also:
"Renowned Nova Scotia singer-songwriter Laura Smith dies after battle with cancer" Stephen Cooke
"'Out on a cloud of love': Folk singer, songwriter Laura Smith has died" Elizabeth McMillan
Sunday, March 1, 2020
Two Versions of "A Long Way From Your Mountain"
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Some sites have this as a Paxton-written song, another lists it as Graham-written and yet another listed it as a co-write.
Song lyrics:
Fog´s along the coastline, hung like tinsel from the trees,
I don´t know if it will stay or go, it depends upon the breeze.
Ah, there´s sunshine on your mountain, you can see the world from there,
You´ve got all the sky you wanted, you get high on mountain air.
You came down to Camden, and you tried to make it go,
But you dreamed of Uncompahgre and your Colorado snow,
Till I came home one evening, on a cold December day,
And I found your note saying maybe it was easier this way.
Now I´m sitting on the coast of Maine today,
Sitting here, just throwing little rocks into the bay,
While the big waves come in slowly, Rolling strong and wild and free.
Oh, it´s a long way from your mountain down to me.
Freighters on the ocean, sailing off to Liverpool,
While the seagulls swoop around me, and they´re saying I´m a fool.
For sure, I´ve got my coastline, got my endless ocean, too,
And I´ve got my whispering pine trees, I´ve got everything but you.
While I´m sitting on the coast of Maine today,
Sitting here, just throwing little rocks into the bay,
While the big waves come in slowly, Rolling strong and wild and free.
Oh, it´s a long way from your mountain down to me,
Oh, it´s a long way from your mountain down to me.
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