Son Volt

Jay Farrar was in a band with Jeff Tweety called Uncle Tupelo. When the band broke up, Jeff started Wilco and Jay started Son Volt. I’m sure Wilco is the band you’ve heard of, but Son Volt deserves a listen, too. Problem is Son Volt is another band, like The Jayhawks or Kim Richey or Cowboy Junkies, lost in a radio world without rock and roll in all it’s varied, ragged glory. Fact is, great rock bands like The Eagles would get lost in today’s music hierarchy.

Give Son Volt a listen. It ain’t country, but that’s what they call it nowadays.

Song Time Artist Album
Windfall 2:58 Son Volt Trace
Tear-Stained Eye 4:21 Son Volt Trace
Ten Second News 3:57 Son Volt Trace
Picking Up the Signal 3:46 Son Volt Straightaways
Last Minute Shakedown 4:03 Son Volt Straightaways
Driving the View 2:58 Son Volt Wide Swing Tremolo
Medicine Hat 4:14 Son Volt Wide Swing Tremolo
Strands 5:05 Son Volt Wide Swing Tremolo
Atmosphere 3:51 Son Volt Okemah and the Melody Riot
Medication 5:00 Son Volt Okemah and the Melody Riot
The Picture 3:26 Son Volt The Search
Underground Dream 4:31 Son Volt The Search
Circadian Rhythm 5:03 Son Volt The Search
The Search 2:56 Son Volt The Search
Methamphetamine 4:01 Son Volt The Search
When the Wheels Don’t Move 3:22 Son Volt American Central Dust
Strength and Doubt 3:35 Son Volt American Central Dust
Damn Shame 2:34 Jay Farrar ThirdShiftGrottoSlack
Station to Station 2:38 Jay Farrar ThirdShiftGrottoSlack
Clear Day Thunder 2:43 Jay Farrar Sebastopol
Voodoo Candle 3:53 Jay Farrar Sebastopol
Feed Kill Chain 3:20 Jay Farrar Sebastopol
22 Songs/1.3 Hours

Lost

I don’t know anyone who ever tells the truth.
There’s always something concealed beneath the surface.
Even honest men still tell lies.
Deceit enters everybody’s life.

It’s the duplicity of man that hides the higher order.
It’s the con man in every soul that thwarts a perfect world.

I don’t think it’s so hard to tell the truth until I try.
There’s always something you can tell one but not the other guy.
Still, even deceitful men try to tell the truth in part.
We all seem to know the truth is a good place to start.

But it’s the duplicity of man that conceals the higher being.
It’s the swindler in every soul that craves nothing but the winning.

So I live in the guise of straightforwardness,
And I hide behind the masque of truthfulness.
Because honesty is honored by all and achieved by none,
And we try to make our comrades believe we’re the one.

But the duplicity of man can not be overcome.
It can’t even be controlled.
It’s part of a world tainted by sin.
And so we spin
Into oblivion
Lost.

© 2010 Wasted Space Publishing

Futura

If you are looking for a regular looking type with just enough quirks to keep your interest, Futura may be your man. It’s actually the precision of the face that provides the quirkiness – the roundness of the O and the sharp points of the V or M are just the graphic feel you may need.

History of Futura:
Commissioned by the Bauer type foundry, Futura was commercially released in 1927. It is a geometric sans-serif typeface designed by Paul Renner. It is derived from simple geometric forms (near-perfect circles, triangles and squares) and is based on strokes of near-even weight, which are low in contrast. In designing Futura, Renner avoided the decorative, eliminating non-essential elements. The lowercase has tall ascenders, which rise above the cap line. The uppercase characters present proportions similar to those of classical Roman capitals.

I’ve Seen That Before

Sometimes you take a picture and the first time you see it printed out or on the screen you say, “I’ve seen something like that before.” Maybe from an album cover, a movie or a coffee table book. Shakespeare said there were only so many stories in the human experience, they just keep getting retold. These images are a retelling of a story that’s always been there.

Published During My Reading Lifetime

This is a list of books that were published since I started reading “big boy” books over 30 years ago. The story is the thing in most of these, but the style plays a larger role in a couple of them. For me they are all influential in understanding the power of a well written story.

Title Author
My Secret History Paul Theroux
The Cider House Rules John Irving
The Stand Stephen King
Eaters of the Dead Michael Crichton
Freddy’s Book John Gardner
Skin Tight Carl Hiassen
The Storyteller Mario Vargas Llosa
Akenaten Naguib Mafouz
Identity Milan Kundera
Earthly Powers Anthony Burgess

Kim Richey

This is a new kind of playlist. One artist only. Not a greatest hits, really. Just my favorites from an artist I think you will enjoy. Sometimes it’s not so easy to get all my favorites on one disk, but I do for these lists. And rarely are the “greatest hits” included. You’ve heard those already. Try these, I’ll think you’ll like them.

This list is from Kim Richey. If she had been born in a simpler time, when rock was rock and country was George Jones and Tammy and Loretta, she would be a star of the first degree. Just listen, you’ll see exactly what I mean.

Song Time Artist Album
Those Words We Said 3:59 Kim Richey Kim Richey
Here I Go Again 2:54 Kim Richey Kim Richey
That’s Exactly What I Mean 5:34 Kim Richey Kim Richey
Just Like the Moon 4:30 Kim Richey Kim Richey
From Where I Stand 3:00 Kim Richey Kim Richey
Echoes of Love 3:12 Kim Richey Kim Richey
can’t lose them all 3:39 Kim Richey Glimmer
come around 3:54 Kim Richey Glimmer
hello old friend 3:43 Kim Richey Glimmer
so it goes 3:35 Kim Richey Glimmer
gravity 3:25 Kim Richey Glimmer
A Place Called Home 3:57 Kim Richey Rise
This Love 3:59 Kim Richey Rise
Me and You 3:26 Kim Richey Rise
No Judges 3:14 Kim Richey Rise
Wildest Dreams 4:33 Kim Richey Bitter Sweet
I Know 3:13 Kim Richey Bitter Sweet
Fallin’ 4:33 Kim Richey Bitter Sweet
Let It Roll 4:35 Kim Richey Bitter Sweet
The Absence of Your Comapny 3:21 Kim Richey Chinese Boxes
Turn Me 4:10 Kim Richey Chinese Boxes
I Will Follow 2:44 Kim Richey Chinese Boxes
22 Songs/1.3 Hours

Arrogance

Arrogance is one’s belief he is superior to others. It is the corruption of confidence and, in the political arena, it leads to dogma rather than dialogue. It is what leads the political class to assure us what they are doing is for our own good, as if we were children who just don’t know any better yet. If, as children, we ask why (and as anyone with young children knows, that is a frequent question), we are told, “Only bad children don’t listen to their mommy and daddy.”

The only problem with all this is that the American people are not children. We don’t just ask, “Why?” We ask, “Why not this way?” That question is too much. To ask such a thing, we must hate the poor or Muslims or Mexicans or, worst of all, the working man. Never has the affliction of arrogance been more clearly present than in today’s political landscape. We must nationalize healthcare. We must grant amnesty to illegal immigrants. Racism and bigotry is a one-way street. Spending is good. Lower taxes are bad. Together these pieces construct a monolith of national government, and that is not what the children want. In fact, the American people reject each of these “because I said so” policies by a 2 to 1 margin.

Americans spend too much on healthcare. Mostly because it is more like spending Monopoly money than their own. I doubt if most of us know how much a regular “my child has a fever and runny nose” doctor visit costs – it’s just a $30 co-pay. We spend too much on healthcare because it is subsidized by our employers and our government. We should pay a small amount every month to protect ourselves and our families from catastrophic accidents or illness (isn’t that what insurance is anyway?) and pay for our regular medical maintenance out of our own pocket. If we did, two things would happen. We would go to the doctor less and going to the doctor would cost less.

But how heartless of me. What about those who can’t pay? What about the children whose parents can’t afford to get their immunizations? Well, that’s what the government is for, isn’t it? Protecting those who can’t protect themselves. Paying for those in need would cost a whole lot less than nationalizing healthcare. We can talk about portability and choice and mandates all we want. The problem is responsibility. Are you responsible for your health, or is somebody else?

Responsibility, that might be the new theme here. Who is responsible for enforcing the law? Who is responsible for the attacks on 9/11? Who is responsible for your money? It is amazing that we seem to have forgotten the word “illegal” in the immigration debate. In this country, if you break the law, if you do something illegal there is a penalty, not amnesty. If Islamic terrorists attacked our country, then Islamists don’t get to build anything at the site of the attack unless they win the war. If I keep more of my money, I spend more of my money and the economy grows. These are not the only arguments, but they are valid ones. And that’s where arrogance comes to town. If you disagree with these arguments, and Washington seems to, then arrogance dictates that the arguments are wrong, even childish.

The dogma is that we need the government to take care of us. There is no acceptable dialogue to the contrary. Disagreement is uncaring, bigoted, greedy. This political season, one side says we must make a choice between going forward or going back to the ways of the past. C.S. Lewis says in Mere Christianity, “We all want progress. But progress means getting nearer to the place where you want to be. And if you have taken a wrong turning, then to go forward does not get you any nearer. If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; and in that case the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive man.”

Dreams Fulfillment Lost

Caught

whileing away another day,
along with so many days before.
Wasted, woeful dismay,
me and the days before

gone in a mirage
of things I did and things I didn’t.
Reflections of azure,
beautiful but emptied

hazy horizons in the distance,
distinct up close but forever gone.
Irretrievable chances,
washed by the wind along

into defeated time.
into surrendering youth.
Dreams fulfillment lost.

© 2010 Wasted Space Publishing

portent

Coming down like a forty day flood,
depression’s bile is in my blood.
Hammering on my soul like thunder.
Ripping through my mind like lightning
with no sign of clear skies.

Fighting the feeling is useless,
for the storm moves on relentless.
I’m a drowning man going under.
I’m a shipwrecked soul surviving
with no glimpse of the golden shore.

But before I sink into the sea of sorrow,
I see the sun seeking my soul.
It’s distant warmth melts the horror
and depression begins to go.

The skies are clear as my soul ascends,
and my sanguine self is whole again.
Pounding through me like perfect pleasure.
Rising over fresh fields on new wings
with no portent of impending time.

© 2010 Wasted Space Publishing

Blink of the Eye

Breath deep.
Wait for inner peace.
Untie the knots.
Forget about it.

It’s just a small part of your small life.
It may seem like an eternity to overcome,
but it’s just a blink of the eye.

Be calm.
Wait for the chaos to pass.
Relieve the pain.
It’ll be gone soon enough.

It’s just a short time in your short life.
It may seem like the pain will never end,
but then it’s gone with a sigh.

It’s hard.
Emotions are topsy turvy.
Stay on an even keel.
It’ll pass like all change.

It’s just a single episode in a vast panorama.
It may seem like the end of your world,
but it’s just a change in the way things seem to be.

© 2010 Wasted Space Publishing