I'll wait to see what you offer up... :)

I love Kay Starr, Carl Perkins, Leon Rausch, and many of the "new" country artists who draw on the such rich sources...

Bring it on, girlfriend!

Wake up, wake up
Little sparrow
Don't make your home
Out in the snow
Don't make your home
Out in the snow

Little bird,
Don't you know
Your friends flew south
Many months ago
Your friends flew south
Many months ago

You´re just a babe
You cannot fly
Your wings won't spread
Up against the sky
Your wings won't spread
Up against the sky

Mmm ...

Wake up, wake up
Little sparrow
Don't make your home
Out in the snow
Don't make your home
Out in the snow

Second song by Greg Brown
"Hey, Baby, Hey"

> The sea was rollin' in slate gray
> I looked at you and I looked away
> I was cryin'
> because I was happy

> I didn't want you to see
> I was afraid of such mystery
> and afraid of losing
> so afraid of losing

> later on on a balcony
> we had a good talk and we felt free
> I was comin' to you from far away
> light was dim but you showed me the way
> in your arms all I could say was
> hey baby hey baby hey baby hey

> my heart was torn I'd made up my mind
> I'd keep to myself and just be kind
> and need nothing
> just need nothing

> love my folks my kids my friends
> and make it on through to the end
> no more suffering
> over loving

> you get to me like old time religion did
> in my heart when I was a kid
> you're sweet gospel music to my ears
> you know how to ease all my fears
> and from my heart to yours
> all I can say is hey baby hey baby hey baby hey

> and as we go on through the deal
> I know that we won't always feel real wonderful
> life ain't like that
> but I want to stay right by your side
> check out the view enjoy the ride together
> with all our loved ones

> I want to plant a little garden with you now
take care of a piece of the earth somehow
and tend it when we're old and gray
and try to straighten up and say,
well,I'm so glad to see you today
hey baby hey baby hey baby hey

Last song by Buffy Saint Marie
Up Where We Belong

Who knows what tomorrow brings
In a world where few hearts survive.
All I know is the way I feel
If it's real I'll keep it alive

The road is long
And there are mountains in our way
But we climb a step everyday

Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the worlds we know
Up where the clear winds blow

Some hang on what used to be
They live their lives, looking behind.
When all we have is here and now
All our lives up there to find.

The road is long
And there are mountains in our way
But we climb a step everyday

Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the worlds we know
Up where the clear winds blow.

Time goes by
No time to cry
Life's you and I
Alive. Today.

Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the worlds we know
Up where the clear winds blow.

WHEN IT'S SPRINGTIME IN THE ROCKIES
(Robert Sauer / Mary Hale Woolsey)

Ted Baxter & Fred Parsons

Also recorded by: Gene Autry; Moe Bandy; Bluegrass Patriots;
Elton Britt; Leadbelly; Gordon MacRae; Johnny Maddox;
Moms & Dads; Johnnie Ray; Tex Ritter; The Sons of the Pioneers;
Jo Stafford; Don Walser; Slim Whitman; Frankie Yankovic.

The twilight shadows deepen into night, dear
The city lights are gleaming o'er the snow
I sit alone beside the cheery fire dear
I'm dreaming dreams from out the long ago
I fancy it is springtime in the mountain
The flowers with their colors are aflame
And ev'ry day I hear you softly saying
"I'll wait until the springtime comes again"

When it's springtime in the rockies
I am coming back to you
Little sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I'll say "I love you"
While the birds sing all the day
When it's springtime in the rockies
In the rockies, far away

When it's springtime in the rockies
I am coming back to you
Little sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I'll say "I love you"
While the birds sing all the day
When it's springtime in the rockies
In the rockies, far away

I've kept your image guarded in my heart, dear
I've kept my love for you, as pure as dew
I'm longing for the time when I shall come, dear
Back to that dear, old western home and you
I fancy it is springtime in the mountains
The maple leaves in first sky-green appear
I hear you softly say, my queen of Maytime
"This springtime you have come to meet me here"

When it's springtime in the rockies
I am coming back to you
Little sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I'll say "I love you"
While the birds sing all the day
When it's springtime in the rockies
In the rockies, far away

I do not know which artist sang the version of September Song that I prefered. Many did it...including Frank Sinatra and Peter, Paul, and Mary

I've also had the opportunity to see him in concert a couple of times, and he is an excellent performer. Good memories there.

And last but not least, the album reminds me of my DD's senior year in high school. She was stage manager for their coffee house night and DH was out of town that weekend, so I went by myself. Just as I walked in, "Late for the Sky" starts playing. As I'm finding a seat I'm thinking to myself that someone has good taste in music. Then DD comes over to say hello and says, "I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed a couple of your cd's..." Do you realize how HUGE it is when your kid borrows your music to play in front of their high school classmates?

So now when I listen to Late for the Sky I think of my DD as well.

V.

College...Warren Zevon Exitable Boy, Eric Clapton Slowhand and Fleetwood Mac Tusk. Albums I also have today on CD and still rotate into the listening mix every so often.

The one single that reminds me of many, many years ago and always puts me back on memory lane every time I hear it is Don McLean American Pie.

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

Eden

As for the Beatles, they bring back my Peace Corps years in Nigeria. The students crowded around us as we painted science labs while Rubber Soul played on my battery operated record player. A few of my students called me Ringo the day I returned from holiday with a new haircut!

The craziest record was a French language record. Thank goodness I no longer have that one! DH and I laugh hysterically when we try to reproduce that one:
Je m'appelle Suzanne, et toi?
Je m'appelle Robert.
Il fait froid dehors.
Met ton chandail!

Oh brother.....He's off to Paris tomorrow, so he'll no doubt actually sneak in those phrases somehow!

These are included in my driving CD and on really long trips, I can go through my entire life :-)

Great question, Chelone! Happy, sad, inbetween, it's amazing how much music affects us.

Martie

Tell Laura I Love Her

Laura and Tommy were lovers
He wanted to give her everything
Flowers, presents,
But most of all, a wedding ring

He saw a sign for a stock car race
A thousand dollar prize it read
He couldn't get Laura on the phone
So to her mother, Tommy said

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura I may be late
I've something to do, that cannot wait

He drove his car to the racing grounds
He was the youngest driver there
The crowed roared as they started the race
Around the track they drove at a deadly pace

No one knows what happened that day
Or how his car overturned in flames
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
With his dying breath, they heard him say

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

Now in the chapel where Laura prays
For her poor Tommy, who passed away
It was just for Laura he lived and died
Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

College? That was the time of Johnnie Mathis! And later on, Edith Piaf. This one a favourite at the time...but I still hum it at times.
Je Suis à toi

Un matin le printemps est sorti
De son lit pour aller faire la vie
Et pour repeindre en bleu tout le gris
Qui traînait sur les murs de Paris.
Du gris, il y en avait dans ma vie,
Mais ce jour-là, mais ce jour-là,
D'un seul coup, tout fut repeint en bleu,
Le ciel et les yeux des amoureux.
Du coup, pour le Pont-Neuf et la Seine,
Ce fut l'heure pour eux d'entrer en scène.
Sur ce pont, nous nous sommes croisés.
Moi, ce jour là j'allais tout droit,
Droit devant moi, vers je ne sais quoi...
Rappelle-toi...

Des jonquilles, 'y en a eu par milliers.
On savait où aller les chercher.
Qu'ils sont chauds, les prés au mois de mai.
Qu'ils sont hauts, les blés au temps d'aimer.
Qu'ils sont beaux, les mots que tu disais :
"Je suis à toi... Je suis à toi."
Ces mots-là, on ne s'en lasse jamais.
Ils sont faits, semble-t-il, pour durer.
J'aimais t'entendre les murmurer,
D'autant plus que pour moi ils semblaient vrais.
Pour moi-même, ne t'ai-je pas crié :
"Je suis à toi... Je suis à toi
Mais garde-moi et serre-moi tout contre toi..."

Un matin, l'été a fichu le camp
En laissant en souvenir du printemps
Des feuilles qui virevoltent au vent
D'un automne qui ne prend pas de gants
Pour venir me dire à bout portant :
"Je suis à toi..."
Aujourd'hui, les beaux jours sont sortis.
C'est fini, ils ont quitté Paris.
L'hiver va revenir mettre en gris
Tout le bleu que notre amour y avait mis.
Du gris, mon Dieu, qu'y en a dans ma vie.
Je suis à toi... Je suis à toi...
Mais reviens-moi comme autrefois...
...Je suis à toi...

Marian, I will look that one up; the odds are we have it somewhere in our V A S T collection, which includes a great quantity of country, western swing, and bluegrass.

For me:
"Countdown to Ecstasy" Steely Dan (early HS) (actually, any Steely Dan LP)
"Sinatra at the Sands w/ Count Basie and the Orchestra"
"Rubber Soul" the Beatles (I was in 4th.-5th. grade and my brother showed me how to use his "stereo" the careful/respectful/"right" way!)
"Honky Chateau" Elton John (Mona Lisa)
"Movin'!" Kay Starr (grew up with this one; one of my Dad's favorites)

I love that music can transport me to a different time and evoke such strong and often poignant moments from my past. When I was in 7th. grade my brother gave me two LPs for my birthday; "American Pie" and "Tapestry" by Carol King.

I grew up on broadway soundtracks, Kathy... LOVE "My Fair Lady", esp. "On the Street Where You Live". I love Jackson Browne, too; what a talented guy AND a great anecdote about your kid (Dad would think the same about my selection of "Movin'!").

I believe that Stevie Wonder will be remembered along with Duke Ellington ("Sir Duke"!), the Gershwin Bros., Lennon and McCartney... as one of the seminal songwriters of our era. His lyrics are BRILLIANT.

I forgot to add another of my favorite albums: "Who's Zoomin' Who?" Aretha Franklin!

Can't wait to scope out Queen Latifa's last two, as well...

No victrola was found in the house though :)

Carole King's Tapestry and Sweet Baby James Taylor are always favorites....reminds me of lots of different things.... It makes me feel okay to be a woman(CK does)....and well, JT is just fun to sing along to...anyone see the PBS tribute? It was good. I wore the Eagles out for a while (stopped and stood on the corner in Winslow AZ on my way through).

Van Halen's OU812 was the best summer of my youth. It was my last carefree summer with good friends....you know, the last summer you're living rent free :) I like all Van Halen, I'm not partial to lead singers! Fair Warning was my favorite for a long time.

Sadly, I was a fan of alot of hair bands, though I think I had pretty good taste and didn't fall for any man with a teased mane! I think Tesla might've been one of my favorites, though I never get the urge to go back and listen....Guns N Roses floods memories of my jr/sr year of high school - their concert t-shirts were banned from being worn at school. Never did care for the "hair ballad" phase.

Right now I'm listening to Tracy Chapman - I like anything she does. Got to see Eric Clapton last year and she was there among other faves.....love the songs and the human emotion they evoke. I like anything that tells a story, too....which brings up Nora Jones....I guess I probably like folks-y stuff....I think this is the genre of music that seems to bug my family the most!

Went to see B.B. King at Foxwoods last year, too....glad he's finally earning some money for his work ;) Just plain entertaining!

Nick and I are enjoying the new Foo Fighters CD this week....

Of course I love Bluegrass and sometimes I'll get on a kick and listen to some country.

Saucy

And how about Les Paul and Mary Ford ? (Jealous)
How about Sweetwater ?
How about Tony Bennett ?
How about Louis Prima?

And...Doc Watson, Flatt and Scruggs, Bill Monroe...

Any of you ever been to the original Grand Ole' Opry in Nashville (Lyman Auditorium)...way cool.

Kathy in Napa

I worked at the Opryland Hotel for a couple of years....never have been to the Ryman, but have been subjected to lots of stories and pictures of it! If I'd been a good citizen, I would've went, but I shunned Music City as much as possible until I was adult enough to know better :)

Favorite City Confidential is the one on Grandpa Jones and Stringbean! My very own murder mystery in my own backyard.

In 1968 I was still a "Young Girl" certainly not "Born To Be Wild". My parents were still trying to "Bend Me Shape Me" they didn't want me to travel to "MacArthur Park" alone. So I went with "Susan", "Elenore", "Vallerie" and "Mrs. Robinson" was our chaperon. We stopped over for a "Stoned Soul Picnic" which was "Yummy Yummy Yummy" unfortunately it gave us all "Classical Gas". It's not like we had eaten "Little Green Apples". Our next stop was the "Harper Valley PTA" where I saw an old friend and shouted "Hey Jude". We were sitting on the "Dock Of The Bay" when he indulged in some "Midnight Confessions". He told me that he was a "Love Child" and that he worked as a "Hurdy Gurdy Man" and played a "Green Tambourine". He had always been a "Daydream Believer" which was a little "Spooky". The weather suddenly turned "Stormy" so we jumped on the "Magic Carpet Ride" to the "White Room". We met up with my friends again. "Mrs. Robinson" pulled me aside and said "I Heard It Through The Grapevine" that "Since You've Been Gone" "The Fool On The Hill" set "Fire" to your parent's house. The next "Beautiful Morning" "Nobody But Me" headed home to "Indian Lake". "Those Were The Days" my friend.

All of those songs remind me of a time when I was becoming an independent young woman. I had graduated from HS and was going to Medical Assistant school. I worked part time, bought my first car and had a great time dating and partying with my friends. I was also becoming aware of social issues IE. prejudice. There were some things that my folks were just dead wrong about and that was one of them.

That was fun,
Mariann

Lol Saucy, where did I get Lyman from ? I've stayed at the Oprtyland H several times over the years on business-wouldn't it be funny if our paths had crossed ?

Kathy in Napa

Subject: "THE PAINTER!"
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Eden