October 14th, 2009, 8:35 am by Greg
May 15th, 2009, 6:39 pm by Greg
OH. MY. GOD.
I’d never been to one of Levon Helm‘s Saturday night Midnight Rambles at his home/recording studio in Woodstock, but over the years I’d heard lots about them. I knew it would be fun, but I never realized just how much fun.
Intimate? It really was like standing around in somebody’s living room and watching a world-class band crank out some of their favorite songs. For more than two hours, I stood no more than 15 feet away from Levon Helm as he churned through some of the funkiest backbeats I’ve ever heard. I was begoggled.
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“Houston, Texas, 1956: Landscaped by whitewashed tree trunks, oyster-shell parking lots, roadside watermelon stands, sawdust dance floors, and Penecostal tent revivals, it proudly proclaimed itself ‘The murder capital of the world.’ It remains unclear whether such dubious distinction was substantiated by statistical evidence, no doubt the Chamber of Commerce had facts to the contrary; but in the hometown of my childhood, statements made loud, stayed loud.”
(Rodney Crowell’s “I Walk the Line Revisited” from “Songs Without Rhyme: Prose By Celebrated Songwriters,” 2001)