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As part of my effort to expose humanity to underappreciated music, I’ve previously written about what I think are really good songs that haven’t received their due attention. These things are, of course, subject to taste. But if you’ve discovered by way of my previous posts or social media comments that your taste and mine might play in the same ballpark, then you may enjoy the song I’m going to tell you about now. At the bottom of this post you’ll find a link to it on YouTube.
Blue is a song written by Mark Olson and Gary Louris, and it was a part of the album Tomorrow the Green Grass, released in 1995 by their band, The Jayhawks. The single reached number 33 in Canada. I discovered the song not by visiting the Great White North, but by having it rain down on me from the speakers in the ceiling of a Lowes store, circa 2004. In the days before Shazam, it took me a while to learn the name of the song and who performed it, but I eventually did.
I learned that the version I heard while shopping for paint and fertilizer was not performed by the Jayhawks, but by The Thorns, a trio comprised of three interesting fellows whose solo work I’d admired: Pete Droge, Shawn Mullins, and Matthew Sweet.
I was really only familiar with Pete Droge perhaps the way many are, but may not realize. His song, If You Don’t Love Me (I’ll Kill Myself), appeared in the movie, Dumb and Dumber, and provided the backdrop when Harry drilled Mary in the face with a snowball from only a shadow’s distance. That song has had a home in my Itunes library for several years. Shawn Mullins’ Lullaby from 1998 was all over the radio, but I think many people, including me, want to call it Rockaby, as that’s the most prominent word in its hooky chorus. Matthew Sweet is a veteran in the music industry and gained popularity with his catchy song Girlfriend in the early nineties.
Each member of the Thorns had successful solo careers but got together in 2003 and graced us with only one album, self-titled, before going their separate ways again. A shame only one. I bought that CD back in 2004 and have the single of Blue in my Itunes library now because I tend to be pretty rough on my CDs. The Thorns version of Blue is a beautifully produced blend of acoustic and electric guitars, with just an echo of a swirly little organ in the pre-chorus. The Jayhawks rendition is equally special, with emphasis on the acoustic guitars, piano, and strings that subtly fill in the gaps the way sweet tea surrounds the ice in a tall cold glass.
The vocal harmonies by both bands, however, are what stand out. There’s something very special about a song that can show you its yearning and share its aching with you. Hats off to both bands and especially the songwriters, who out of complete silence bring about art.
Without further ado.
Who needs coffee when the good people of Delaware were scared awake by this today? A great big thank you to Mr. Arshon Howard for writing such a thoughtful piece about Camelot’s Misplaced Son for Sunday Delaware State News.
Here’s a link to the book’s Amazon page. The .99 cent Kindle sale was supposed to end Friday, but for some reason is still going on.
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What if you found out your real parents were John F and Jacqueline Kennedy? That’s what’s happening to Phil Murphy, an ordinary twenty-nine year old single father in Camelot’s Misplaced Son, an action-packed, suspenseful, romantic, paranormal tale that’s just now gone on Kindle presale on Amazon. Print version will be available on the May 10 release date on Amazon, with signed copies available at PatPaxtonBooks.com. Remember, you don’t need a Kindle to read the Kindle version. On the same Amazon page as my novel, you can download the FREE Kindle app that lets you read the Kindle version of any book on a laptop, tablet, or phone. Here’s the link to my novel on Amazon. Laughing at my picture is only permitted behind my back, please. Thanks for looking. Pat.
Here’s a link to YouTube for a video trailer for my oh-so-soon-to-be-released novel, Camelot’s Misplaced Son, from Hydra Publications. If you have two minutes, please give it a look. Thanks.
At the risk of presenting myself as a total nut job, I going to talk about numbers and how we see them in our heads. As long been able to count (a good ten or twelve years now), a sequence of numbers has always had certain trail it follows in my head. I would guess that’s the way it is for everyone, but I’m curious how it is for other people. So after reading this, I hope you’ll play along and humor me with what you see in your head.
When I start counting from one, the numbers go upward (like north on a map), up to thirty. At thirty-one, they take a left turn and keep going in a straight line all the way to 100. At 101, they take a right turn, upward again, and travel in a line up to 130, just like they do from one to thirty, except over a level. Then at 131, they take another left until they get to 200. This repeats itself from there on. It looks like this:
The trail does the same thing, but in reverse, if I’m counting backwards. If someone says, or I read, a number, say 42, I picture it in the same “location” every time. It doesn’t matter if it’s someone’s age, a ranking, or if I’m calculating a 6% restaurant tip.
The question is why. Why do my numbers do a lefty at thirty-one? Maybe somebody studies this stuff. Before I wrote this post, I googled a few phrases but couldn’t find anything that relates to this. This all has nothing to do with anything, except perhaps, that this sort of thinking also brought my novel into the world.
By the way, my I drew those numbers with a contraption called “Bamboo” that my daughter, Katie, gave to me for my birthday. It’s about the size of an Ipad, and looks like a paper note pad but it uses a special paper and pen that create a digital image which you can text, email, or whatever. I used it to insert a drawing into my novel because my keyboard didn’t have the characters that I needed. I suppose it could be used to draw wainers and boobies, but I choose not to. Oh, what the hell.
So, let’s see yours. No, not your wainers and boobies. Tell me where the numbers go in your head. Do they start at one and spiral outward into infinity? Do they do a kind of cha-cha, going forward two, then right three? Or am I just the lone oddball that shouldn’t have let this notion escape my mind?