Stupendous Graley. Been loving the new album, hearing the Dylan references and echos, but this piece just blows me away! Saw them at The Beacon about a decade ago, just gorgeous.
Thanks, Craig! I've loved Welch & Rawlings stuff from the start, but I've been getting into them hardcore since this latest album came out. Their concert in Cincinnati last month sent me to the moon, so I tried to capture some of that moonlight in a bottle. Glad to hear you liked the results. I see they're playing Carnegie Hall in May, so hopefully you can catch them there.
Don't try reading this all in one sitting. This is a moseying piece. Interruptions like river tides change and shift. A lot of side to side chunneling if you're feeling hedged in. From the couple years I worked at Amoeba Records on Telegraph in Berkeley and the decades of ruminations spent browsing those aisles over and under bins, there with the bookstores up and down Telegraph and Haste-y by-ways, with either or both of Gill or David slipping in or out of Telegraph with their sacks of inspiration and\or perspiration, not to mention moseying through the Berkeley and Oakland hills the insights into Welch and Rawlings own songbook and the ones they bring to newly redeemed or revived life in their living room sets together, jest as difficult as confronting a wondering winder like the Mississippi River running dry or knowing what to do with the glimpse of blue sky through the open empty rail car chugging across that trestle bridge above the roiling Cumberland over Shelby Bottoms on an "Empty Trainload of Sky...."
One shouldn't rush a read through of Joyce's long wondering winders of sentences in his novels, so don't go rushing through Welch and Rawlings either, whether they're coming or going through yours or anyone else's lifetime and lives or essays about anything worth a Rumi-Nation....
Not all sentences or songs or pomes or tales end. We don't always get to see 'em petering out either. A nod to Vonnegut and his uppity or euphoric guts depending on whether they're distressed or utopian for the moment's calm and recovery of that rarest sensation; an absence of pain: "So it goes..."
Reading your comment is like riding the raft with Huck and Jim down the mighty Mississippi, or hitching a ride out west with Sal and Dean, or transporting to Tralfamadore. Sounds like you've chased some shadows with Gill and Dave before. Long may they run, and long may we follow them into the jingle-jangle morning.
Terrific, GH. I caught Gill and Dave (again) in KC this fall. Those songs on Woodland, as ever, sneak up on you. Brilliant on you to follow the Dylan threads throughout. Cheers.
Much appreciated, Steve. I saw A Complete Unknown last night and so was finally able to take your review out of quarantine. I loved the movie, and you do an excellent job of distilling down its many strengths. Holiday cheers to you, too.
Stupendous Graley. Been loving the new album, hearing the Dylan references and echos, but this piece just blows me away! Saw them at The Beacon about a decade ago, just gorgeous.
Thanks, Craig! I've loved Welch & Rawlings stuff from the start, but I've been getting into them hardcore since this latest album came out. Their concert in Cincinnati last month sent me to the moon, so I tried to capture some of that moonlight in a bottle. Glad to hear you liked the results. I see they're playing Carnegie Hall in May, so hopefully you can catch them there.
Don't try reading this all in one sitting. This is a moseying piece. Interruptions like river tides change and shift. A lot of side to side chunneling if you're feeling hedged in. From the couple years I worked at Amoeba Records on Telegraph in Berkeley and the decades of ruminations spent browsing those aisles over and under bins, there with the bookstores up and down Telegraph and Haste-y by-ways, with either or both of Gill or David slipping in or out of Telegraph with their sacks of inspiration and\or perspiration, not to mention moseying through the Berkeley and Oakland hills the insights into Welch and Rawlings own songbook and the ones they bring to newly redeemed or revived life in their living room sets together, jest as difficult as confronting a wondering winder like the Mississippi River running dry or knowing what to do with the glimpse of blue sky through the open empty rail car chugging across that trestle bridge above the roiling Cumberland over Shelby Bottoms on an "Empty Trainload of Sky...."
One shouldn't rush a read through of Joyce's long wondering winders of sentences in his novels, so don't go rushing through Welch and Rawlings either, whether they're coming or going through yours or anyone else's lifetime and lives or essays about anything worth a Rumi-Nation....
Not all sentences or songs or pomes or tales end. We don't always get to see 'em petering out either. A nod to Vonnegut and his uppity or euphoric guts depending on whether they're distressed or utopian for the moment's calm and recovery of that rarest sensation; an absence of pain: "So it goes..."
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Reading your comment is like riding the raft with Huck and Jim down the mighty Mississippi, or hitching a ride out west with Sal and Dean, or transporting to Tralfamadore. Sounds like you've chased some shadows with Gill and Dave before. Long may they run, and long may we follow them into the jingle-jangle morning.
Terrific, GH. I caught Gill and Dave (again) in KC this fall. Those songs on Woodland, as ever, sneak up on you. Brilliant on you to follow the Dylan threads throughout. Cheers.
Much appreciated, Steve. I saw A Complete Unknown last night and so was finally able to take your review out of quarantine. I loved the movie, and you do an excellent job of distilling down its many strengths. Holiday cheers to you, too.
This is lovely. Just saw Gillian and David a little over 2 weeks ago, love Woodland, love Dylan, and love this piece.
Great piece, Graley. Happiest of holidays to you and yours.