Sunday, June 30, 2013
I put your recent post into an interesting music community.
I put your recent post into an interesting music community. There are a few outstanding people that I think you might enjoy. Now I'm going to look at that list of songs you mentioned.
I flipped a coin deciding between blues and country.
I flipped a coin deciding between blues and country. This is a good example of G-positive at it's best and similar to my experiences in this community. One thing leads to another and another and...
https://plus.google.com/u/0/108541235642523883716/posts/TE3rs7WeFvL
https://plus.google.com/u/0/108541235642523883716/posts/TE3rs7WeFvL
This is G+ at it's best. Oh and NSFW for a few dirty words.
This is G+ at it's best. Oh and NSFW for a few dirty words.
Originally shared by Peter G McDermott
How a Google Play Music Playlist Led Me to Playboy
When you think of Shel Silverstein, you probably think of a poet and a children's book author. What I didn't know is that he was actually quite the songwriter. So much in fact that he was inducted into the Country Music Songwriter's Hall of Fame a few years after his death.
Earlier today I shared a post to the Nashville+ community with a playlist of songs about Nashville. The purpose of the post was to see if there were any songs about Nashville that I might have missed. Travis Tackett responded with a few suggestions, one of which was "Nobody Eats at Linebaugh's Anymore." Out of curiosity, I did some research to see what the song was about and then found a link to a PDF of a poem by Shel Silverstein called "The Devil and Billy Markham."
It turns out that Shel had many sides to him, one of which was a writer and cartoonist. His travelogues in the late 50's became quite popular. One of those is the poem performed by Bobby Bare below, a story of a man who had tried his luck with music in Nashville and figured he'd be better off playing a game with the devil. It's quite an awesome tale and a really well written poem.
The remarkable thing here of this is that a tiny spark and some curiosity can lead you to some really interesting things. Thanks, Travis Tackett for pointing me in the right direction!
Here's the first chapter of the poem (I suggest reading while listening to the recording below):
The Devil walked into Linebaugh's on a rainy Nashville night
While the lost souls sat and sipped their soup in the sickly yellow neon light.
And the Devil, he looked around the room, then got down on his knees.
He says, "Is there one among you scum who'll roll the dice with me?"
Red, he just strums his guitar, pretending not to hear.
And Eddie, he just looks away and takes another sip of beer.
Vince, he says, "Not me, I'll pass, I've had my share of Hell,"
And kept scribbling on a napkin, some song he was sure would sell.
Ronnie just kept whisperin' low to the snuff queen who clutched at his sleeve,
And somebody coughed -- and the Devil scoffed -- and turned on his heel to leave.
"Hold on," says a voice from the back of the room. "'fore you walk out that door.
If you're lookin' for some action, friend, well, I've rolled some dice before."
And there stood Billy Markham, he'd been on the scene for years,
Singin' all them raunchy songs that the town didn't want to hear.
He'd been cut and bled a thousand times, and his eyes were wise and sad,
And all his songs were the songs of the street, and all his luck was bad.
"I know you," says Billy Markham, "from many a dark and funky place,
But you always spoke in a different voice and wore a different face.
While me, I've gambled here on Music Row with hustlers and with whores,
And, Hell, I ain't afraid to roll them devilish dice of yours."
"Well, then, get down," says the Devil, "just as if you was gonna pray,
And take these dice in your luckless hand and I'll tell you how this game is played.
You get one roll -- and you bet your soul -- and if you roll thirteen you win,
And all the joys of flesh and gold are yours to touch and spend.
But if that thirteen don't come up, then kiss your ass goodbye
And will your useless bones to God, 'cause your goddamn soul is mine!"
"Thirteen?" says Billy Markham. "Hell, I've played in tougher games.
I've loved ambitious women and I've rode on wheelless trains.
So gimme room, you stinkin' fiend, and let it all unwind.
Nobody's ever rolled a thirteen yet, but this just might be the time."
Then Billy Markham, he takes the dice, and the dice feel as heavy as stones.
"They should, they should," the Devil says, "'cause they're carved from Jesus' bones."
And Billy Markham turns the dice and the dice, they have no spots.
"I'm sorry," says the Devil, "but they're the only dice I got."
"Well, shit," says Billy Markham. "Now, I really don't mean to bitch,
But I never thought I'd stake my roll in a sucker's game like this."
"Well, then, walk off," says the Devil. "Nobody's tied you down."
"Walk off where?" says Billy Markham. "It's the only game in town.
But I just wanna say 'fore I make my play, that if I should chance to lose,
I will this guitar to some would-be star who'll play some honest blues,
Who ain't afraid to sing the words like damn or shit or fuck
And who ain't afraid to put his ass on the stage where he makes his bucks.
But if he plays this guitar safe, and sings some sugary lies,
I'll haunt him till we meet in Hell -- now, gimme them fuckin' dice."
And Billy Markham shakes the dice and yells, "Come on, thirteen!"
And the dice, they roll -- and they come up blank. "You lose!" the Devil screams.
"But I really must say 'fore we go our way that I really do like your style.
Of all the fools I've played and beat, you're the first one who lost with a smile."
"Well, I'll tell you somethin'," Billy Markham says. "Those odds weren't too damn bad.
In fourteen years on Music Row, that's the best damn chance I've had."
Then, arm in arm, Billy Markham and the Devil walk out through Linebaugh's door,
Leavin' Billy's old beat-up guitar there on the floor.
And if you go into Linebaugh's now, you can see it there today
Hangin' from a nail on the wall of peelin' gray
Billy Markham's old guitar . . .
That nobody dares to play.
Credits:
http://www.neatorama.com/2009/05/17/the-many-sides-of-shel-silverstein/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shel_Silverstein
http://theraivenne.com/jokes/s-silverstein_devil_n_billy.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdNsXFnH4KU&feature=share
Originally shared by Peter G McDermott
How a Google Play Music Playlist Led Me to Playboy
When you think of Shel Silverstein, you probably think of a poet and a children's book author. What I didn't know is that he was actually quite the songwriter. So much in fact that he was inducted into the Country Music Songwriter's Hall of Fame a few years after his death.
Earlier today I shared a post to the Nashville+ community with a playlist of songs about Nashville. The purpose of the post was to see if there were any songs about Nashville that I might have missed. Travis Tackett responded with a few suggestions, one of which was "Nobody Eats at Linebaugh's Anymore." Out of curiosity, I did some research to see what the song was about and then found a link to a PDF of a poem by Shel Silverstein called "The Devil and Billy Markham."
It turns out that Shel had many sides to him, one of which was a writer and cartoonist. His travelogues in the late 50's became quite popular. One of those is the poem performed by Bobby Bare below, a story of a man who had tried his luck with music in Nashville and figured he'd be better off playing a game with the devil. It's quite an awesome tale and a really well written poem.
The remarkable thing here of this is that a tiny spark and some curiosity can lead you to some really interesting things. Thanks, Travis Tackett for pointing me in the right direction!
Here's the first chapter of the poem (I suggest reading while listening to the recording below):
The Devil walked into Linebaugh's on a rainy Nashville night
While the lost souls sat and sipped their soup in the sickly yellow neon light.
And the Devil, he looked around the room, then got down on his knees.
He says, "Is there one among you scum who'll roll the dice with me?"
Red, he just strums his guitar, pretending not to hear.
And Eddie, he just looks away and takes another sip of beer.
Vince, he says, "Not me, I'll pass, I've had my share of Hell,"
And kept scribbling on a napkin, some song he was sure would sell.
Ronnie just kept whisperin' low to the snuff queen who clutched at his sleeve,
And somebody coughed -- and the Devil scoffed -- and turned on his heel to leave.
"Hold on," says a voice from the back of the room. "'fore you walk out that door.
If you're lookin' for some action, friend, well, I've rolled some dice before."
And there stood Billy Markham, he'd been on the scene for years,
Singin' all them raunchy songs that the town didn't want to hear.
He'd been cut and bled a thousand times, and his eyes were wise and sad,
And all his songs were the songs of the street, and all his luck was bad.
"I know you," says Billy Markham, "from many a dark and funky place,
But you always spoke in a different voice and wore a different face.
While me, I've gambled here on Music Row with hustlers and with whores,
And, Hell, I ain't afraid to roll them devilish dice of yours."
"Well, then, get down," says the Devil, "just as if you was gonna pray,
And take these dice in your luckless hand and I'll tell you how this game is played.
You get one roll -- and you bet your soul -- and if you roll thirteen you win,
And all the joys of flesh and gold are yours to touch and spend.
But if that thirteen don't come up, then kiss your ass goodbye
And will your useless bones to God, 'cause your goddamn soul is mine!"
"Thirteen?" says Billy Markham. "Hell, I've played in tougher games.
I've loved ambitious women and I've rode on wheelless trains.
So gimme room, you stinkin' fiend, and let it all unwind.
Nobody's ever rolled a thirteen yet, but this just might be the time."
Then Billy Markham, he takes the dice, and the dice feel as heavy as stones.
"They should, they should," the Devil says, "'cause they're carved from Jesus' bones."
And Billy Markham turns the dice and the dice, they have no spots.
"I'm sorry," says the Devil, "but they're the only dice I got."
"Well, shit," says Billy Markham. "Now, I really don't mean to bitch,
But I never thought I'd stake my roll in a sucker's game like this."
"Well, then, walk off," says the Devil. "Nobody's tied you down."
"Walk off where?" says Billy Markham. "It's the only game in town.
But I just wanna say 'fore I make my play, that if I should chance to lose,
I will this guitar to some would-be star who'll play some honest blues,
Who ain't afraid to sing the words like damn or shit or fuck
And who ain't afraid to put his ass on the stage where he makes his bucks.
But if he plays this guitar safe, and sings some sugary lies,
I'll haunt him till we meet in Hell -- now, gimme them fuckin' dice."
And Billy Markham shakes the dice and yells, "Come on, thirteen!"
And the dice, they roll -- and they come up blank. "You lose!" the Devil screams.
"But I really must say 'fore we go our way that I really do like your style.
Of all the fools I've played and beat, you're the first one who lost with a smile."
"Well, I'll tell you somethin'," Billy Markham says. "Those odds weren't too damn bad.
In fourteen years on Music Row, that's the best damn chance I've had."
Then, arm in arm, Billy Markham and the Devil walk out through Linebaugh's door,
Leavin' Billy's old beat-up guitar there on the floor.
And if you go into Linebaugh's now, you can see it there today
Hangin' from a nail on the wall of peelin' gray
Billy Markham's old guitar . . .
That nobody dares to play.
Credits:
http://www.neatorama.com/2009/05/17/the-many-sides-of-shel-silverstein/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shel_Silverstein
http://theraivenne.com/jokes/s-silverstein_devil_n_billy.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdNsXFnH4KU&feature=share
It was the limerick One of her "friends" corrected her choice of words.
It was the limerick One of her "friends" corrected her choice of words. He felt that the meter was off and that fellow would be better than man...
between you and me - I've seen him on her threads before and I don't like him. Some people just don't know how to uncircle/unfriend ???
between you and me - I've seen him on her threads before and I don't like him. Some people just don't know how to uncircle/unfriend ???
What is World UFO Day?
What is World UFO Day?
Welcome to the World UFO Day website. Here you will find the latest updates about everything that is linked to July 2nd also known as World UFO Day.
http://www.worldufoday.com/
I just received the best present from world renowned poet Miri Dunn and just have to share it...
I just received the best present from world renowned poet Miri Dunn and just have to share it...
There once was a man named ted/ who wanted to rhyme what he said/ the limerick was hard so he chose to discard and opted for haiku instead
There once was a man named ted/ who wanted to rhyme what he said/ the limerick was hard so he chose to discard and opted for haiku instead
I would like to share this with everyone - but also I would very much like everyone to share their thoughts with me
I would like to share this with everyone - but also I would very much like everyone to share their thoughts with me
-" the desire to learn from where humans came, where humankind is going, and if humans are alone in the great expanse of outer space — may at its foundation be thought of as spiritual and religious."
#sacredsunday #sciencesunday
http://suite101.com/article/nasa-astronauts-religion-in-space-controversies-a206289
-" the desire to learn from where humans came, where humankind is going, and if humans are alone in the great expanse of outer space — may at its foundation be thought of as spiritual and religious."
#sacredsunday #sciencesunday
http://suite101.com/article/nasa-astronauts-religion-in-space-controversies-a206289
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