Monday, August 29, 2011

Lost Gem: "The Randall Knife - Live" - Guy Clark (1989)


"I'd cried for every lesser thing...Whiskey, pain and beauty."
--> Guy Clark <--

Guy Clark is a kool hoss singer/songwriter...and he is absolutely one of the best.

Crafting each song with a surgeon's steady hand and a rebel's defiant turn, it's no wonder other artists line up to cover his songs.

And "Live From Austin, TX" is a great Guy Clark introduction.

LOST GEM:--> "The Randall Knife - Live"...a deeply personal telling of a father's passing. The song captures perfectly how hurt feelings left unspoken can turn into a powerful matzo ball.

Have you heard this gem?


My father had a Randall knife
My mother gave it to him
When he went off to WWII
To save us all from ruin
If you've ever held a Randall knife
Then you know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I ever see
Him misuse the blade
It almost cut his thumb off
When he took it for a tool
The knife was made for darker things
And you could not bend the rules

He let me take it camping once
On a Boy Scout jamboree
And I broke a half an inch off
Trying to stick it in a tree
I hid it from him for a while
But the knife and he were one
He put it in his bottom drawer
Without a hard word one

There it slept and there it stayed
For twenty some odd years
Sort of like Excalibur
Except waiting for a tear

My father died when I was forty
And I couldn't find a way to cry
Not because I didn't love him
Not because he didn't try
I'd cried for every lesser thing
Whiskey, pain and beauty
But he deserved a better tear
And I was not quite ready

So we took his ashed out to sea
And poured `em off the stern
And threw the roses in the wake
Of everything we'd learned
When we got back to the house
They asked me what I wanted
Not the lawbooks not the watch
I need the things he's haunted

My hand burned for the Randall knife
There in the bottom drawer
And I found a tear for my father's life
And all that it stood for.

Guy Clark Official Site

Good stuff!

Casey Chambers
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Saturday, August 20, 2011

Lost Gem: "Wynona's Big Brown Beaver" - Primus (1995)


"But the beaver was quick And grabbed him by the kiwis." 
--> Primus <--

Primus unfairly lost a few followers when they began stepping outside of the imaginary genre thrust on them.

Like a sponge, they were drawing ideas from other styles of music. Not stealing...Pushing. Stamping the envelope and pounding it in the mail slot. This is fresh..wicked...smart stuff and well worth owning.

LOST GEM:--> "Wynona's Big Brown Beaver"...funky groove that trips with a devilish quirk that would've made Zappa smile.
Bassist-extroidinare Les Claypool. ..turns loose like a Looney Tunes Tasmanian Devil. And guitarist Ler LaLonde shreds in and out like customers at a hooker's factory. Silly, sure...but silly ain't never sounded this good!

Have you heard this gem?


Wynona's got herself a big brown beaver
and she shows it off to all her friends.
One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her,
So she caged him up with cyclone fence.
Along came Lou with the old baboon
And said "Recognize that smell?"
"Smells like seven layers,
That beaver eats Taco Bell."

Now Rex he was a Texan out of New Orleans
And he traveled with the carnival shows.
He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars
And he candied up his nose.
He got wind of the big brown beaver
So he though he'd take himself a peek,
But the beaver was quick
And grabbed him by the kiwis.
Now he ain't pissed for a week.
(And a half!)

Now Wynona took her big brown beaver,
And she stuck him up in the air.
Said "I sure do love this big brown beaver
And I wish I did have a pair."
Now the beaver once slept for seven days
And it gave us all an awful fright.
So I tickled his chin and I gave him a pinch
And the bastard tried to bite me.
Wynona loved her big brown beaver
And she stroked him all the time.
She pricked her finger one day and it
Occurred to her she might have a porcupine.

Good stuff!

Casey Chambers
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Monday, August 8, 2011

Lost Gem: "Dark Eyed Cajun Woman" - Doobie Brothers (1973)


"You're like a woman
I've never seen."

--> Doobie Brothers <--


The definitive Doobie Brothers album..."The Captain and Me" (1973)...is filled with their trademark twin guitar and twin drum assault. (This is pre-Michael McDonald stuff, babies...and that's a good thing!)

While Tom Johnston (vocals and guitar) was fronting the California band...the Doobs sounded like The Eagles on a Red Bull chug-fest.  Plus, they had a touch of Southern spirit in their sound.

With underrated Patrick Simmons adding to the fiery guitar churn...it was no wonder the Doobie Brothers were quickly endorsed by the wildest of biker clicks and chicks.

LOST GEM:--> "Dark Eyed Cajun Woman"...creates a mysterious vibe...with vocals and melody perfectly matched for the ride. Timeless and lures me to the car for leaving... Anywhere!  Windows down. Thunderstorms, be damned.

Have you heard this gem?


I think back to the time
When I first saw your face
You were walkin' across the delta
To your cold and lonely place
You know, I took you for a small girl
Really not quite seventeen
Oh, Lord, but I was wrong, oh so wrong
You're like a woman I've never seen.

Dark eyed Cajun woman
Where are you comin' from
Your soul is in the back woods
They say you never had a home
But I'm gonna know you better
If it takes all night and day
Dark eyed Cajun woman
You'll never get away, no, no

Now the evenin' breeze is blowin'
I hear your voice most everywhere
Your cold, black eyes
They are dancin' in the starlight
Warmin' the cold night air
It's so beautiful, you know I have to say
Dark eyed Cajun woman
You'll never get away.

Good stuff!

Casey Chambers
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