The Places We Once Lived :: Backyard Tire Fire

As someone who moved around multiple times as a kid, I really relate to this song. It reminds me of the few times I've gone back to towns I lived in and how I would see the town through completely new eyes.
It also makes me wonder how I'll feel going back to Decorah this year, 5 years from now, 10 years, 25 years. Things to ponder.
I couldn't find the lyrics, but they're pretty clear and understandable.
Kim, sorry for intruding on your day. I really need to set an alarm or something for blogging.

18 Wheels and a Dozen Roses :: Kathy Mattea

Friday greetings, friends! This week, my posting take me back to my time as kid, listening to my dad's favorite music. Growing up, I went through musical phases with my dad - from Bob Dylan and Peter, Paul & Mary to the Beatles' White Album and Bonnie Rait to the Dixie Chicks, I sat with my dad by first by the turntable, and later, the CD player, and soaked it in. In fourth grade, while my friends listened to top 40 radio and found Ace of Base, I knew all the words to "Buckets of Rain" and "Something to Talk About." Today's post reflects that era of my life. My dad has always been a fan of country music - not the mass-produced cheap stuff that's on every other heartland radio station, but good old-fashioned bluesy, bluegrass country, complete with steel guitar, upright bass and all that good stuff. A favorite album of my dad's and mine - after the peak of our Dylan obsession and before we discovered the Dixie Chicks, was Kathy Mattea's "A Collection of Hits." The following was one of my favorite songs on that record, which I listened to several times through on my last road trip from Chicago to Ohio. Below is a live performance of the song. I almost decided not to post this video because Mattea stps and talks for a couple of minutes halfway through the song, but then she mentions the word "hootenany," and I was suckered into using this version... :-) Enjoy.




Charlie's got a gold watch

Don't seem like a whole lot

After thirty years of drivin'

Up and down the interstate

But Charlie's had a good life

And Charlie's got a good wife

And after tonight she'll no longer be countin' the days

CHORUS

Eighteen wheels and a dozen roses

Ten more miles on his four day run

A few more songs on the all night radio

And he'll spend the rest if his life with the one that he loves



They'll buy a Winnebago

Set out to find America

Do a lotta catchin' up

A little at a time

With pieces of the old dream

They're gonna light the old flame

Doin' what they please

Leavin every other reason behind

The Obvious Child :: Paul Simon

The music of Paul Simon has strangely enough been one of the few musicians that I really enjoyed when I was a child who I still like to listen to now. Then again, the other stuff I listened to at that age was Disney music, Cher and Raffi. My mother loves Paul Simon. My dad enjoys him too, but my mother loves him. I remember being little and dancing around the house "helping" my mother clean while listening to the album Graceland. When I was high school, my youth director Tom would always play Simon and Garfunkel Live in Central Park when we were on road trips. Paul Simon music is great for road trips.

This particular song is from "The Rhythm of the Saints." After "Graceland," where he worked primarily with South African musicians, Paul Simon decided to make an album featuring Latin American musicians and rhythms. "The Rhythm of the Saints" has a lot of Brazilian influences, but also was influenced by West African and Central African music. "The Obvious Child" features a Brazilian drumming group called Olodum. Olodum is credited with developing a style of music called samba reggae.

Honestly, I don't really know what this song is about. When I was little I thought that Paul Simon was singing to me, telling me not to "deny the obvious." Either way. The video is of a live concert in Central Park, and is actually pretty decent. I enjoy watching Paul Simon's band and the members of Olodum rock out.



I'm accustomed to a smooth ride
Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more
I don't expect to sleep through the night
Some people say a lie's a lie's a lie
But I say why
Why deny the obvious child?
Why deny the obvious child?

And in remembering a road sign
I am remembering a girl when I was young
And we said
These songs are true
These days are ours
These tears are free
And hey
The cross is in the ballpark
The cross is in the ballpark

We had a lot of fun
We had a lot of money
We had a little son and we thought we'd call him Sonny
Sonny gets married and moves away
Sonny has a baby and bills to pay
Sonny gets sunnier
Day by day by day by day

I've been waking up at sunrise
I've been following the light across my room
I watch the night receive the room of my day
Some people say the sky is just the sky
But I say
Why deny the obvious child?
Why deny the obvious child?

Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself
How it's strange that some rooms are like cages
Sonny's yearbook from high school
Is down from the shelf
And he idly thumbs through the pages
Some have died
Some have fled from themselves
Or struggled from here to get there
Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls
Runs his hand through his thinning brown hair

Well I'm accustomed to a smoother ride
Maybe I'm a dog that's lost his bite
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more
I don't expect to sleep through the night
Some people say a lie is just a lie
But I say the cross is in the ballpark
Why deny the obvious child?