“It” is fife and drum, an African take on colonial English marching songs, and one of the oldest forms of distinctly American music, played by the slaves of Jefferson’s Monticello and still played today — by one family, once a year, at this, one of the last of the traditional farm picnics celebrating the end of the growing season. I first met Tamke earlier in the day, before the sun had gone down, when the party was still getting going. He sat beside me on a hay bale, friendly-like, and struck up a conversation. He introduced me to his father, John, who sat nearby in a wheelchair, his left leg amputated above the knee due to the ravages of Agent Orange (and who has since died). After coming home from Vietnam, Tamke Sr. became a local judge. Back in those days, he told me, it was a point of family pride to “take care of the minorities,” and he reminisced about his grandfather bringing him outside, 50 or 60 years ago, to hear the drum call the field hands to the picnic.
Blues Travelers - Adam Fisher, NY Times
It’s not a game until the coaches almost come to blows.
The Tallest Man on Earth - 1904
A new single! Looking forward to another album from him.
Michael Kiwanuka - Bones
I guess I would leave this world alone
cause without you I’m just bones.
I hoped his album would sound this good. So so good.
Rockies lost to the New York Mets on Saturday night.
J.D. McPherson - North Side Gal
Wowza released in 2012.
Imperial Teen - Over His Head
Throw a blanket on the cage
When it’s night, it’s hard to gauge
It doesn’t know what’s happening
It never knows what’s happening
The Wooden Sky - Oslo (Acoustic) (Live)
The Wooden Sky played in Los Angeles on April 5th. April 5th is my birthday. This video is mine.
And I packed a little suitcase
Brushed my teeth and washed my hands
I‘d been bluffing here for years
And now I think it’s time I showed my hand
I’m going to move to New York City
And set the sky on fire
Oh don’t the night look so alive
With it’s desire to cross the River Jordan?
But it just don’t feel the same
When I came home Friday morning
With no one but myself to blame
