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May-12-2008

Theater of the Unheard, Darrell Scott

Posted by vmac under WordGames

To clean means to get a prize. Since the living room is once again habitable, couch cushions cleaned of dog fume, floor swept, windowsills rid of debris… my prize this time is music. So I grabbed [emusic, gotta' love it] two TWO Darrell Scott albums. The Theater of the Unheard and The Invisible Man. If you’re not familiar with Mr. Scott, take a few minutes to listen to You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive — he wrote it and performs it better than any country pooboy like Brad Paisley. Below is a live YouTube of Scott, get the album Aloha from Nashville for incredible instrumentals.

May-2-2008

A list of four things

Posted by vmac under Creative Non-Fiction

Music Thoughts of Random Motion and Quality

1.
eMusic
can deliver some real treats. Today it’s all about Earl. I just found Justin Townes Earl and the song Lone Pine Hill. The March 2008 release of Earl’s album “The Good Life” by Bloodshot Records shows Justin can claim more than being just “Steve’s son.” Finally. Finally! Another singer who can follow Darrell Scott on the iPod. It’s been quite a search.

2.
It’s a real creative zone you’re in when you realize iTunes just began to play another piece from the Philadelphia Chicken album and you’ve been singing along through the last four song. Be like a duck…

3.
Writers know how important the correct background noise can be. The barking and wailing of two Jack Russell terriers and a “special needs” Scottie can overwhelm even the best editorial intentions.

4.
Ruth and I have stereo wars. This is unceasingly sad — pathetic to admit, right? I mean, she’s 91. She turns her Public Radio East to distorted loudness levels and complains she can’t understand “a thing they’re saying”. I pull my classic, never-fail, Monsoon speakers and sub-woofer close to my keyboard and listen to whatever my mood requires. Large, very old houses do have some excellent benefits. Like the distance from room to another.

5.
My life always contains music. Even when no machine plays the tunes. That is the rare beauty of tinnitus. It may be one note, but by God, it’s my note.