The Music Thread

nashcounty said:
My favorite Rolling Stones album, Exile On Main Street, was released May 12, 1972. This is the first song on the album.

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I learned the second song - Rip this Joint - recently when trying to learn open-G better. Love this album. Love the Stones, especially the Mick Taylor years.
 
Centerpiece said:
Cool stories. Sorry about your dad. :cry: I really like the bits about recording - with today's Pro Tools and such, emailing each other files to add your parts to the tracks - and then emailing them back. Amazing to think about - considering how it used to be.

Yes, COVID brought about a lot of interesting stuff in our lives... some good things in the midst of all that horror. I used that time to dive back into my roots, musically. I had forgotten and lost touch with so much stuff (so many bands and artists) - it's been a pleasure to delve back into all that stuff. This music thread helps bring back some memories too. Kudos to @BluHevn for starting this thread.

Do you play double bass too, or prefer e-bass? I'll bet you got a cool Fender P bass don't ya?
Are you in N.C.? East or West?

Final question: What plans do you and the band have for the album once it's finished in Nashville? Produce some LP's or CD's? Or simply release it digitally to all the platforms available?
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I don't play double bass (played a little in high school), but never owned one. Just not something I want to have to drag around. Not to mention they are a workout on the hands...I do have a couple P-basses. A 79' that was my first bass. Dad found it in a pawn shop in Morganton in 1991 or 92'. A few years ago I bought a 77' Fretless. Lived outside of NC for 20yrs now, but grew up near Hickory.

We thought we would just put the new album up on digital platforms and "re-release" our original album from 1998 to digital at the same time. It has just been so much fun to reconnect.

What about yourself?
 
bassydude77 said:
I don't play double bass (played a little in high school), but never owned one. Just not something I want to have to drag around. Not to mention they are a workout on the hands...I do have a couple P-basses. A 79' that was my first bass. Dad found it in a pawn shop in Morganton in 1991 or 92'. A few years ago I bought a 77' Fretless. Lived outside of NC for 20yrs now, but grew up near Hickory.

We thought we would just put the new album up on digital platforms and "re-release" our original album from 1998 to digital at the same time. It has just been so much fun to reconnect.

What about yourself?
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I’ll hit you up with a PM
 
bassydude77 said:
I don't play double bass (played a little in high school), but never owned one. Just not something I want to have to drag around. Not to mention they are a workout on the hands...I do have a couple P-basses. A 79' that was my first bass. Dad found it in a pawn shop in Morganton in 1991 or 92'. A few years ago I bought a 77' Fretless. Lived outside of NC for 20yrs now, but grew up near Hickory.

We thought we would just put the new album up on digital platforms and "re-release" our original album from 1998 to digital at the same time. It has just been so much fun to reconnect.

What about yourself?
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Sent you PM
 
Crane Wives this Friday, then I need to figure out what my summer priorities are.

Potential shows include Mannequin Pussy, Band of Horses, Silversun Pickups, Neko Case, Nathaniel Rateliff, Flipturn, Dispatch...

Anyone have good live experiences with these bands?
 
One of my favorite memories is the day my five year old daughter and I sang along with this while driving around Henderson during a snow storm with the top down on my 1968 Camaro. She says it is one of her best memories, too.

 
One of the more interesting days I ever had listening to music was the day I was on the far side of Durham and my CD player broke. This was about 25 years ago and where I was the only reasonable choice was WDBS, I believe it was at the time. It was during exams and the DJ hadn't studied studied. He set things up so that for about five hours there was a back and forth rotation of Frank Sinatra followed by Johnny Cash. It made for a nice day.
 
Pet Sounds was released May 16, 1966. That's Brian Wilson's dogs Banana and Louie barking at the train.

 
"Paradise" by John Prine is a song, among so many that he wrote with poignant and striking lyrics, that has stuck with me. My friends Taylor and Michael and I must have sung it, a capella, from one end of Guatemala to the other on a backpacking venture some 30 odd years ago and the tune is lodged deep in my heart. “Paradise” was in my repertoire as I tried to sing the always night-owl daughter to sleep when she was a wee girl and I probably made too many people listen to it when I could wrestle control of the tape deck at the Hardback Cafe back in the early '90s.

Prine wrote it for his father, who was indeed from Muhlenberg County, Kentucky, the “Place” of Paradise addressed in the song. One of the things that I love about it is that It is a protest song, about the fecklessness of the Peabody Coal Mining Company and the ravages it wrought upon the town of Paradise. Still, there is a haunting story of beauty and country life told in it as well, despite the boom and bust capitalism that never paid the workers what they were worth nor cared one whit about their health and safety. “Paradise” being a protest song I’d be remiss if I did not add here that Mitch McConnell has played no small part in holding up legislation that would work to repair damage done and alleviate the suffering in Paradise. Gone now five years and a month, Rest In Peace Mr. Prine, you managed the words we could never imagine.



When I was a child my family would travel

Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born

And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered

So many times that my memories are worn.



[Chorus:]

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County

Down by the Green River where Paradise lay

Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking

Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away



Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River

To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill

Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols

But empty pop bottles was all we would kill.



[Chorus]

Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel

And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land

Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken

Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man.

[Chorus]

When I die let my ashes float down the Green River

Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam

I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin'

Just five miles away from wherever I am.





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donbosco said:
"Paradise" by John Prine is a song, among so many that he wrote with poignant and striking lyrics, that has stuck with me. My friends Taylor and Michael and I must have sung it, a capella, from one end of Guatemala to the other on a backpacking venture some 30 odd years ago and the tune is lodged deep in my heart. “Paradise” was in my repertoire as I tried to sing the always night-owl daughter to sleep when she was a wee girl and I probably made too many people listen to it when I could wrestle control of the tape deck at the Hardback Cafe back in the early '90s.

Prine wrote it for his father, who was indeed from Muhlenberg County, Kentucky, the “Place” of Paradise addressed in the song. One of the things that I love about it is that It is a protest song, about the fecklessness of the Peabody Coal Mining Company and the ravages it wrought upon the town of Paradise. Still, there is a haunting story of beauty and country life told in it as well, despite the boom and bust capitalism that never paid the workers what they were worth nor cared one whit about their health and safety. “Paradise” being a protest song I’d be remiss if I did not add here that Mitch McConnell has played no small part in holding up legislation that would work to repair damage done and alleviate the suffering in Paradise. Gone now five years and a month, Rest In Peace Mr. Prine, you managed the words we could never imagine.



When I was a child my family would travel

Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born

And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered

So many times that my memories are worn.



[Chorus:]

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County

Down by the Green River where Paradise lay

Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking

Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away



Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River

To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill

Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols

But empty pop bottles was all we would kill.



[Chorus]

Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel

And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land

Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken

Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man.

[Chorus]

When I die let my ashes float down the Green River

Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam

I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin'

Just five miles away from wherever I am.





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donbosco said:
"Paradise" by John Prine is a song, among so many that he wrote with poignant and striking lyrics, that has stuck with me. My friends Taylor and Michael and I must have sung it, a capella, from one end of Guatemala to the other on a backpacking venture some 30 odd years ago and the tune is lodged deep in my heart. “Paradise” was in my repertoire as I tried to sing the always night-owl daughter to sleep when she was a wee girl and I probably made too many people listen to it when I could wrestle control of the tape deck at the Hardback Cafe back in the early '90s.

Prine wrote it for his father, who was indeed from Muhlenberg County, Kentucky, the “Place” of Paradise addressed in the song. One of the things that I love about it is that It is a protest song, about the fecklessness of the Peabody Coal Mining Company and the ravages it wrought upon the town of Paradise. Still, there is a haunting story of beauty and country life told in it as well, despite the boom and bust capitalism that never paid the workers what they were worth nor cared one whit about their health and safety. “Paradise” being a protest song I’d be remiss if I did not add here that Mitch McConnell has played no small part in holding up legislation that would work to repair damage done and alleviate the suffering in Paradise. Gone now five years and a month, Rest In Peace Mr. Prine, you managed the words we could never imagine.



When I was a child my family would travel

Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born

And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered

So many times that my memories are worn.



[Chorus:]

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County

Down by the Green River where Paradise lay

Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking

Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away



Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River

To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill

Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols

But empty pop bottles was all we would kill.



[Chorus]

Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel

And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land

Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken

Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man.

[Chorus]

When I die let my ashes float down the Green River

Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam

I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin'

Just five miles away from wherever I am.





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On of my top 5 songs-ever So sad, such a commentary...............
 
donbosco said:
"Paradise" by John Prine is a song, among so many that he wrote with poignant and striking lyrics, that has stuck with me. My friends Taylor and Michael and I must have sung it, a capella, from one end of Guatemala to the other on a backpacking venture some 30 odd years ago and the tune is lodged deep in my heart. “Paradise” was in my repertoire as I tried to sing the always night-owl daughter to sleep when she was a wee girl and I probably made too many people listen to it when I could wrestle control of the tape deck at the Hardback Cafe back in the early '90s.

Prine wrote it for his father, who was indeed from Muhlenberg County, Kentucky, the “Place” of Paradise addressed in the song. One of the things that I love about it is that It is a protest song, about the fecklessness of the Peabody Coal Mining Company and the ravages it wrought upon the town of Paradise. Still, there is a haunting story of beauty and country life told in it as well, despite the boom and bust capitalism that never paid the workers what they were worth nor cared one whit about their health and safety. “Paradise” being a protest song I’d be remiss if I did not add here that Mitch McConnell has played no small part in holding up legislation that would work to repair damage done and alleviate the suffering in Paradise. Gone now five years and a month, Rest In Peace Mr. Prine, you managed the words we could never imagine.



When I was a child my family would travel

Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born

And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered

So many times that my memories are worn.



[Chorus:]

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County

Down by the Green River where Paradise lay

Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking

Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away



Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River

To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill

Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols

But empty pop bottles was all we would kill.



[Chorus]

Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel

And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land

Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken

Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man.

[Chorus]

When I die let my ashes float down the Green River

Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam

I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin'

Just five miles away from wherever I am.





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Had I been there in Guatemala with my guitar, I'd have accompanied you all - and chimed with harmony. I call third above!!
 
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