I finally got a boombox that I could tape stuff off the radio with in 1992. These songs I’m posting tonight from that time occupy an indelible place in me for that reason… and they all happen to be songs about melancholy and memory, strangely, too.
I finally got a boombox that I could tape stuff off the radio with in 1992. These songs I’m posting tonight from that time occupy an indelible place in me for that reason… and they all happen to be songs about melancholy and memory, strangely, too.
An undubbed outtake from the June 1970 recording sessions for Elvis Country (I’m 10,000 Years Old), released as part of a rerelease of the album (Follow That Dream, 2008).
I’m not a fan of Elvis in general – I mostly find his delivery way too glib. But in this session I can hear his fragility… I can hear he feels what he is singing deeply, and he would give anything to get the glibness back.
I was just thinking that it’s a common trajectory that an artist starts out passionate and edgy, becoming increasingly jaded, cynical and safe post-40 (anyone been keeping half an eye on Bob Dylan lately?). I think it was the other way round for Elvis, which is why he eventually imploded. I think something similar happened to Michael Jackson. They stopped believing in their own illusions, and it killed them.
Cover of the Ronnie Earl/Mighty Sam McClain blues/soul classic – this is a tremendous bootleg recorded on 24 October 2006 at Rio Theatre, Santa Cruz.