Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Molly Tuttle

We're about at the nadir of daylight and my seasonal affective disorder has moved in to spend a few days. I don't feel like doing much other then eating, sleeping and posting sad songs. So here's a young flat picker from California playing another Townes Van Zandt song. Somehow the bluegrassers have high-jacked this one and made it a  'peppy' standard.                 God forbid. Don't they realize it's twice as effective at half the speed? This is NOT a happy song.  Maybe she can revisit it in 30 years after half of her friends have died. It won't be a light, fast song then.



By townes van zandt

I'm goin out on the highway
Listen to them big trucks whine
I'm goin out on the highway
Listen to them big trucks whine
White Freightliner
Won't you steal away my mind

Well, it's bad news from Houston
Half my friends are dying
Well, it's bad news from Houston
Half my friends are dying
White Freightliner
Won't you steal away my mind


Oh Lord, I'm gonna ramble
Till I get back to where I came
Oh Lord, I'm gonna ramble
Till I get back to where I came
White Freightliner
Won't you steal away my mind

1 comment:

Oldfool said...

Too fast.
I have the same disorder.
Your "Lucy Jordon" post didn't make it. I got the feed but not the post on your website.
It is worthy of being posted.