A nice post about Truck and my favorite painting, the one I also sang about in “Indiana.”
They’re gonna play again, I wrote up a little piece about it in Volume One.
Framed and on my writing room wall. There will be more news about the band soon.
To the person who handed me the note about “Losing Satellites” after my recent speaking event, I don’t know what to say other than peace, strength, and thanks. Sometimes I try to be serious, sometimes I try to be funny, sometimes I just write out on a limb. Never any idea how it might be received, humbled because I know I can’t always live up to my own work. Thank you for listening, and thank you for the kind words.
Losing Satellites
When the last star is gone
It’s darkest before the dawn
And I’m calling
Baby hold on.
I dreamed of a satellite
One that was set right
To relay
All your little heartbeats.
From out in the Pleiades
Down to my bended knee
Little one
I’m so all alone
chorus
And in the cold light of day
As the fog burns away
You fade
You hung a dress on the line
Just before the last time
When the wind blows
I see you slow dance
Why is it the worst of me
Seems to get the best of me
Everytime
I put out my hand
chorus
Little bits of history
Little bits of you and me
Burning
Fire in the sky
the last light of day
Fade
Two bands, driving in opposite directions across the same American interstate, manage to pull off a digital meet-up in the middle of nowhere and post a picture:
Except that’s not the middle of nowhere. That’s Elk Mountain. I rode roundup and ran fence lines and cut miles and miles of hay at the foot of that mountain for five years when I worked on the Double 8 Ranch. Climbed to the top a time or two. And I can tell from the Conoco sign that they are one exit down from Carbon County Road 402, which is mentioned in the first verse of “Could Be You,” off the album Headwinded, upon which one of the fellows in the bands doing the meet-up (Phil Cook of Megafaun; they were meeting War on Drugs) played harmonica.
It is what it is. And what it is, is groovy.
I miss that mountain. Going to visit it (and the dear friends at the foot of it) this summer.
Mary Cutrufello on the Tonight Show a while back:
Gonna be in Morris, Minnesota, Friday night, telling stories and making music with the Long Beds.
We’ll have special guest Andy Dee with us. He will scorch up his lap steel.
Was looking back at the galleries below, and man, we do have some fun. The writing comes first, but so glad I finally learned that D chord. Feels good to chonk along.
Playing outside at Phoenix Park.
Hot and sweaty at the Mousetrap.
Man, oh man.
And a re-interpretation.
After time touring Europe, Kathleen Edwards is now touring the United States, perhaps near you? I’m going to see her when she plays Minneapolis. For reasons I’ve stated previously, I’m a long-time fan, and here lately I will admit I’ve had a chance to share a coffee with her (same table, different cups). I’m neither boasting nor dishing, just saying sometimes it’s neat to meet people you admire. Her tour schedule is here.
Photographer Dick Ainsworth took some photos of my recent shows in Mineral Point (with the band) and in Stoughton (solo monologue).