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Title: Patty Loveless - You Don't Even Know Who I Am
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Published: Oct 8, 2006
Author: Patty Loveless
Post Date: 2006-10-08 20:34:58 by Peetie Wheatstraw
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#4. To: lodwick (#3)
Interesting song.. i've not heard it before..
Omnia vincit amor et nos cedamus amori.
A who's who of female singers... Great stuff.
No actually I didnt I was listening to the song .. who were they?
Omnia vincit amor et nos cedamus amori.
The song my daughter and her classmates sang at her graduation from Catholic primary school so many years ago. Here's the one my son sang with his classmates. A petite, pretty Mexican girl stole the show when she started crying inconsolably in the middle of the song. I later learned she had had a big crush on my son. Dionne Warwick & Friends---That's What Friends Are For
Well, Mary Chapin Carpenter has some truly great women singing with her. You can find them on You Tube or CMT LOADED and listen, and I'd recommend these. Pam Tillis-daughter of stuttering country great Mel Tillis-song I recommend is MI VIDA LOCA (MY CRAZY LIFE) Trisha Yearwood-she knocks ol' puppy out with THERE GOES MY BABY (classy video complete with a high dollar Citroen with electric airshocks) and BABY I LIED former love interest of Garth Brooks (while his wife was at home and he and Trisha were touring-OMG!) Emmy Lou Harris-you know who she is-be still my heart! Kathy Mattea-18 WHEELS AND A DOZEN ROSES-song about a trucker who is on his way home on his last night before retirement. real country tearjerker "And he'll spend the rest of his life with the one that he loves!" Patty Loveless-I'M THAT KIND OF GIRL Suzy Bogguss-DRIVE SOUTH-great smile and she's so darn cute swinging her hips in that skirt that cuts above her knees I really love the way that country music (or, the new pop as some say) showcases women.
They all seems to sound alike, look alike to me.......not that I pay that much attention anymore. BUT, ditto on the male side of the record, as well. I just don't hear a voice that rocks my boat, blows my dress up, or whatever the latest lingo is. But that's just me........:)
I just don't hear a voice that rocks my boat, blows my dress up, or whatever the latest lingo is. But that's just me........:) It does require acclimation, but once I learned to recognize their voices without seeing who it is I really began to appreciate them. Sheryl Crow is recording with Sting, Kid Rock and anyone who can arrange a duet with her, and her range, her inflections and her ability to nail the pitches in live performances and her songwriting make her one of the most under-appreciated crossover artists of our time. This is partly because of videos, and the fact that so many fans "hear with their eyes." For instance, Faith Hill is ever so lovely but her voice doesn't do a thing for me, and she often gets tired and starts going flat when performing live as she did at the Grammys a couple of years ago. Someone keeps over producing her with orchestra accompaniment, and she's much better delivering a straight ahead country tune. And, no one has the heart to tell her that she shouldn't record songs that she can't pull off live, because they keep making videos of her jiggling out her own tunes live, and she simply cannot dance and sing simultaneously. She just runs out of air and leaves me cringing as she struggles to hit those pitches. But, there are probably more live videos of her than any other woman artist. Now, why is that? If you sort through the artists you'll find a jewel for every 50 pretty faces. Alison Krauss is a great example. But, "they" made her get a nose job, and that really upsets me. She couldn't realize her full potential until she was flawless, and that is happening too much. Kelli Willis and Miranda Lambert have gone under the knife, and it wasn't to improve their terrific voices. This disturbing trend (which seems to coincide with the CA and NY record execs discovering the country market) makes me want to beat the ever luvin' poo poo out of somebody. American women are under siege by those who set these standards, and it's a crime. But, think about it. Is it any wonder that for years eating disorders (anorexia, bulimia) were exclusively American diseases? (Japanese women are discovering it as they become more westernized. Now, that's progress!) I don't want my daughters' or granddaughters' (I have two and three, respectively-I've been a grandpa since I was 35) self esteem to be warped by some incredibly toady and disgusting little bastard who doesn't hold himself to the same unreasonable benchmark. There's also a reason that there are so many "hat acts" in country. Kenny Chesney, Dwight Yoakam and Tim McGraw are all balding, and they wouldn't be packing large venues if they removed the Stetsons. But, they aren't going to die from wearing hats.
I heard Jane Fonda in an interview a few months ago. She remarked that all the women in the upscale shopping malls look the same now. She found it freaky. I agree.
Someone recently capped on another guy's Mama by saying, "When yo mama cries the tears run down the back of her head!" Ugh. It's supposed to be ghetto humor but for me Joan Rivers, Nancy Pelosi, cosmetic surgery and botox come to mind. I really don't expect women my age to have skin as tight as a tabla. If it's elective, fine. But if becomes de facto mandatory to be promoted in a law firm or boardroom (COSMO being an notable exception) well, that blows.
Dumb wimmen! I can't share your enthusiasm re Crow; agree about Hill; the other names I am unfamiliar with. On the male front, I could scarcely pick out garth brooks, let alone the others you note. I do have a copy of Yoakums THousand Miles (or something like that).....but I don't think I could pick him out of a lineup. Once in a while I will hear a song I like, but the current batch of 'stars' just don't do it with me. This holds true with the movie industry, too. I'd take a star like Kathryn Hepburn or Richard Burton over anything that is passing as 'stars' today. Pretty faces or handsome men don't cut it--I want someone with the ability to convince me they are that person I'm seeing on the screen. But then, remember....I have my own drum. :)
Tom Hanks gets my vote as the Best Actor of our time - I saw Forrest Gump this weekend, and thought it was just about perfect... Dustin Hoffman also has had some killer roles over his career.
Her dad is Doyle Dykes.. (backup) If you like a crisp voice, mandoline... beautiful.. :) ~enjoy~
And that is to your credit. I can't identify more than a handful of pretty girl or boy actors. The reason I know something about country artists is the music. I can remember when I was a kid hearing living room recordings with badly tuned instruments on country stations. Nothing is left to chance now. The Dixie Chicks' last album was produced by Rick Rubin. To those good people who point out that country is formula now, I have no argument for that. But, in spite of this they turn out a fair measure of damn fine music between the CD/album fillers. An unsophisticated Elvis or Johnny Cash wouldn't stand a chance today. So many of the top artists have perfect voices, i.e. pitch, control, vibrato, etc. Even Dolly with her canary vibrato would never get in the door by today's highly competitive standards. And, there is a chance that the earthy roots of this uniquely American art form will be relegated to the poor end of the business, the way blues artists are to this day. Ever hear of Coco Montoya? Despite having one of the greatest of blues talents, if you check out his play dates you'll see that he plays small rooms in Wyoming, Vegas or wherever some blues lover decides to open a club. Although I admire those who are willing to sacrifice for their art form, I was a commercial player (read: cheep hoe) and I loved the glam!
Thank you again my fellow Confederate friend!
Her dad is Doyle Dykes.. (playing with her) If you like a crisp voice, mandoline... beautiful.. :) ~enjoy~ She's incredible! And that's a five thousand dollar Bridger F mandolin! That tune is incredible! her and dad really play! I'm impressed! Thank you.
She's a chip off the ol' block.. I was introduced to his music about 3 years ago.. incredible.. So glad you enjoyed.. she has a wonderful voice.. Much like Sheryl Crow, that girl *has it*. :) Check more here:
Outstanding! As soon as I heard dad's intro I knew that I was onto something good! I'll bookmark the link, and thank you again!
Oh Wow! Lord have mercy, Haley's got her blue jeans on!
hehehehe ;) you hounddawg!!
Thanks for this one.
you're right! that being said, dwight can just sing to me. that voice...
YW.. Her CD is going into Christmas stockings this year.. :)
WOW!!!!
#5. To: Zipporah (#4)
YouTube Mary Chapin Carpenter - she's done some really good stuff.
#6. To: Zipporah (#4)
Did you notice all the ladies that were backing her up there?
#7. To: lodwick (#6)
#8. To: lodwick (#1)
I Will Remember You
#9. To: Zipporah, lodwick, christine, robin, rowdee, Diana (#7)
No actually I didnt I was listening to the song .. who were they?
#10. To: HOUNDDAWG (#9)
What you said, bump
#11. To: HOUNDDAWG (#9)
I really love the way that country music (or, the new pop as some say) showcases women.
#12. To: Peetie Wheatstraw (#8)
Nice tune from Steve and friends...
#13. To: All (#12)
Lady in Red
#14. To: All, Zipporah (#13)
You Don't Even Know Who I Am -
#15. To: rowdee, robin, christine, Zipporah, lodwick (#11)
They all seems to sound alike, look alike to me.......not that I pay that much attention anymore. BUT, ditto on the male side of the record, as well.
#16. To: HOUNDDAWG (#15)
#17. To: robin (#16)
#18. To: HOUNDDAWG (#15)
#19. To: HOUNDDAWG (#15)
Brilliant take on the state of C&W music, and its artists, today - thanks.
#20. To: rowdee. movie critics here (#18)
#21. To: All (#20)
#22. To: HOUNDDAWG (#15)
(Edited)
Here's a wonderful talent..
#23. To: rowdee (#18)
But then, remember....I have my own drum. :)
#24. To: lodwick (#19)
#25. To: jessejane (#22)
Here's a wonderful talent..
#26. To: HOUNDDAWG (#25)
Her dad is Doyle Dykes.. (playing with her)
#27. To: jessejane (#26)
#28. To: jessejane (#26)
#29. To: HOUNDDAWG (#28)
Lord have mercy, Haley's got her blue jeans on!
#30. To: jessejane (#22)
BRAVO!
#31. To: All (#30)
The final scene of Forrest Gump -
#32. To: HOUNDDAWG (#15)
and they wouldn't be packing large venues if they removed the Stetsons.
#33. To: lodwick (#30)
BRAVO! Thanks for this one.
#34. To: christine. jj. all (#32)
Fast as I Can -
#35. To: jessejane (#22)
***LEAP***
"I tell you, freedom and human rights in America are doomed. The U.S. Government will lead the American people, and the West in general, into an unbearable hell and choking life.
-- Osama bin Laden
"A prohibition law strikes at the very principles upon which our govt was founded."
- Lincoln
All our liberties are due to men who, when their conscience has compelled them, have broken the laws of the land.
--William K Clifford
#36. To: lodwick (#34)
"Fast As You" it's a great triple two beat too.
#37. To: HOUNDDAWG (#23)
Ditto for me! You called it right..LOL. But I also dug the glamor, and all the stars I got to meet :)
I was a commercial player (read: cheep hoe) and I loved the glam!
***LEAP***
"I tell you, freedom and human rights in America are doomed. The U.S. Government will lead the American people, and the West in general, into an unbearable hell and choking life.
-- Osama bin Laden
"A prohibition law strikes at the very principles upon which our govt was founded."
- Lincoln
All our liberties are due to men who, when their conscience has compelled them, have broken the laws of the land.
--William K Clifford
#38. To: christine (#32) (Edited)
the law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, beg in the streets and steal bread.
#39. To: HOUNDDAWG, christine, ferret mike, lodwick (#23) (Edited)
"Christmas Midnight" Here I am in front of the LCD again, trying to count the pixels. I don't understand this need to write. I've been writing songs for years. Now I'm diving into journalism as if it's some mystical challenge yet to be conquered. Actually, it feels like the first time I dove off the high board with one exception: this pool is empty...and there is a long line of impatient suicidal zombies slowly pressing me toward the edge so they can have their turn. Why I have this psychotic need to expose my inner self to the world is something only a writer can comprehend. It's certainly not a quest for ego gratification. I could just as easily walk to the mailbox naked in front of the 17 year old girl across the street for this kind of pain. Officer, don't you know who I AM? Perhaps we, as writers, are pursuing a higher truth; a more advanced spiritual plain. A dimension no one else can approach or understand. That must explain why the email response to my first column was unanimous: question marks. Then again, maybe we're just addicted to doing a lot of mouthing-off but failing to ever take action. As we approach the holiday season, let us celebrate this time of peace and giving. Let us remember those whose souls and bodies are truly exposed to the piercing December winds. They can not take solace in front of a warm fire. There are no arms to comfort them; no lips to kiss their tears away before they become sharp icy spears. On this Christmas midnight, just once, let's do more than watch and write. -- IndieTX ====================================== "Thom Schyler's Philosophy on Songwriting" Whether or not you believe it, every morning we wake up each of you has as good a chance of writing a great song as I or anyone else who is in attendance here or walking around this planet calling themselves a songwriter. If you don’t believe that you need to begin to believe that. It is a profound part of the attitude essential to persevere in this dreamy business. 25 years ago, when I was in my early 20’s, I had but one motivating mantra: I was going to be a songwriter. It was a piercing sensation. It drove me and haunted me and would not let me rest. It pushed me to the point of panic a few times. The thought of settling for anything else was terror to me then. If I had been given any natural gifts or inclinations toward the craft they were heightened and sharpened by this one crazy notion: I was going to be a songwriter. Perhaps some of you are being chased by that demon. Perhaps that demon has chased some of you here. I hope so. I nor anyone one can teach you how to seduce that demon. I can’t lead you to it or make it materialize before you; if I could that demon would no longer exist because I would have killed it; I would have grabbed it by the throat and said, “Let me alone you annoying son-of-a-bitch because my family thinks I’m nuts since you insisted that I quit college and now I never have any money and all I can do is drive a truck and use a hammer so the father of the girl I want to marry thinks I’m a no-count and I’m sick as hell of living in New York City but, I don’t want to move to Nashville and I’m no good at this anyway you bastard!” But alas, I was never able to find that demon. He or she or it is still roaming around out there waiting to prey on another innocent victim. It may be one of you. I greatly admire each of you for coming to this event. There is an earnestness that must certainly accompany you here. I have thought about something for many years. I have discussed it with many great songwriters; argued over it, disagreed and walked away. Perhaps there is no ultimate answer. In fact, it may not be very important but, at this very moment, as you have been instructed to place yourselves in my uncertain presence for the next 60 minutes, you should know that I hold to the firm premise that, for the most part, songwriting is a difficult, if not impossible craft to teach. Creativity is not mine to impart. Great instincts resist documentation. A gift for irony is tough to cultivate. You cannot be exercised into acquiring an old soul. That’s where I begin and I guess we’ll go from there. We’ll go from there because I admire each of you for coming to this event and if there’s anything at all that I can dredge up from the little bit of experience I’ve had over these years that holds any meaning for any of you it would be a great privilege for me to share it. And, I am here to learn from you but, I didn’t have to pay the fee. Second Thoughts Unless you were listening to country radio in the 1980’s and paying close attention to the writers as well as the performers there is no reason in the world that any of you should know who I am or the little I have accomplished. As they say, I have worn a number of hats in Nashville since I moved here in January of 1978. The first hat I wore was that of a waiter in an Italian restaurant. It was a red and floppy hat. One busy Friday night in the kitchen of that establishment an old, alcoholic waiter picked up my order by mistake and I didn’t really give a shit but the assistant cook who had just gotten out of prison after 15 years hated that poor bastard and pulled a knife on him so I took off that humiliating hat and left the scene for good. A week later I was wearing a hard hat on a construction site and continued to wear that hat for about a year until they introduced these pneumatic nail-drivers one afternoon and I drove a 16-penny nail through a 2x4 and right into the tip of my left thumb. That hurt like a son-of-a-bitch and 3 weeks later, during the 1980 Super Bowl, I handed my one-month old daughter to my wife and drove myself to Vanderbilt Hospital where I sat in the emergency room for 3 hours while the lead poisoning was seeping through my veins on the way to my heart. I woke up in the men’s ward the next day where I stayed for 2 weeks and 3 of my roomies died in there during my recuperation. I picked up my hard hat again and my hammer (a real one, that is) and helped a guy remodel an old house on Music Row for a few folks who were starting a publishing company and in-house recording studio. Those folks were Jim and David Malloy, Even Stevens and Eddie Rabbitt. I was 28 years old and had two very young children, a sweet and supportive wife who was teaching school, a 1,200 square foot house and a red, Ford Granada. I needed the work so badly that I never let on I was a songwriter in fear they would run me out of there worried I would be bugging them everyday to listen to my bullshit little songs. A couple months into the job I had booked an appointment to play a few of those songs for a young songplugger at Peer Music Company over my lunch break so, there in the kitchen next to my Thermos of coffee and a couple bologna sandwiches was my little reel-to-reel tape of 3 guitar vocal demos I had recorded for 15 bucks and while I was out putting shingles on the garage the receptionist, a dear young woman named Keni Wehrman, unbeknownst to me, took my tape, listened to it, played it for Jim Malloy, then Even Stevens, then called David Malloy in LA and played it to him over the phone and when I came down for lunch Jim said, “Hey Thom, come back here in my office a minute...I wanna ask you something,” and that’s when I got my first songwriter’s hat to wear. Not only did I get the hat I also got $150/week and a free studio any hour of the day or night, a refrigerator full of cold beer and an environment where all they wanted me to do was write songs...by myself. The other hats I’ve worn in this business, so far, have not been nearly as interesting. I made a few shitty records and a couple good ones, I think. In the process of making those records and going on the road to promote them I even wore a cowboy hat from time to time which, to me, was more humiliating than the red, floppy one at the Italian restaurant because a steelworker’s kid from PA in a cowboy hat is pretty much a total fraud whereas that same kid in a red, floppy hat can be seen all over eastern PA tossing pizza dough into the air now that all the steel mills are closed. I worked for RCA Records for almost 7 years and that was, emotionally at least, akin to taking a barbed treble hook out of my heart. The only thing that has ever really held meaning for me was the song; the great song in the process of becoming; the great idea when you first have it; the great song when you stay out of its way and you allow it to become itself. It’s always handy when someone wants to sing it and record it and put it out and run it up the charts and send you a check for it but, the best part is the creating. That’s really the only thing I’ve loved about this business; that and some sweet, kindred spirits with whom I’ve had the pleasure of traveling this harsh and narrow way. Great Songwriters The King James Version of the Bible is full of rich imagery and flowery language that is often difficult to interpret. For instance, a passage from the Gospel of Matthew reads: "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God." Simply translated it means that heaven will be full of songwriters. A rough calculation would lead to the conclusion that fewer than 10% of those people who have determined to call themselves songwriters will succeed in earning even a modest living from their work in that field. On the other hand, a chosen few will be rewarded handsomely for their pursuits. The gulf that separates these two groups is full of tens of thousands of songs that are too long, too short, too country, too pop, too complicated, too ordinary, too hard to sing, too much like another song, not quite right, too good, too sad, indistinct, unnecessary, ill- conceived and probably lost forever. And, back to the scriptures for one last tortured image: Why is it then that … "many be called, but few chosen?" Well, I think there are three reasons: Timing, talent and tenacity. The talent, however, is the key. Great songwriters, I believe, have remarkable gifts. Clearly there is a fundamental understanding of and instinct for melody and harmony, rhythm, chord progression and other musical components that fit together to create the popular song. And, although I will say little more about these musical components, I suspect that most folks are initially drawn into a song because of its melody or beat or the instrumentation in which it was set or because of a particularly stunning vocal performance. Song structure, that is the verse, the channel, the bridge, the chorus, etc. is easily studied and learned. For me it is in the story-telling that the cream rises to the top. Great songwriters look at the world through two eyes: One is the eye of a prophet, one is the eye of a child. They listen to the world with two ears: One is the ear of a poet, one is the ear of a spy. Great songwriters seem to be, at the same time, standing right in the middle of everything and yet somehow just outside. They are preoccupied with the subtle twists and turns of language. They thrive on irony, consider pathos their own, fertile field, elevate the simple to the sublime, depend a great deal on the word blue and regret that there are fewer than a half-dozen pure rhymes for love. The work itself is tedious requiring equal amounts of spontaneity and patience. I would call it something like mystical labor. Most writers will tell you that they had very little to do with the best songs that they produced other than having the wisdom to stay out of their way. Then again, they’ll also tell you that you’ve never heard the best songs they’ve ever written because they haven’t been recorded and likely will never be. Great writers write 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week. Others write only when they are inspired. Some succeed because they are diligent craftsmen. Others have such deep resources that great songs seem to just roll out of them. They draw from their own experiences, reflect on the experiences of others and they also make shit up. They have earned money from masterpieces and they have earned money from tripe. They are not messengers, they are not ministers, they are not counselors; they are songwriters. And, great songwriters, I believe, have remarkable gifts. Harlan Howard, Bob McDill, Dave Loggins, Hugh Prestwood, Tony Arata, Don Schlitz, Bobby Braddock, Dennis Linde, Gary Burr…these are not the best songwriters in Nashville; they are the best in the world. I use their names for several reasons. In the 24 years that I have walked the streets of Music Row these gentlemen have been the most consistent, most diligent, most commercial, most profound, most enduring, most studied, most appreciated and most successful of them all. There are more, many more but, these men have climbed the mountain, they have found their own voices and those voices are distinct. And, guess how they found their own voices? They worked alone. Somehow the collective wisdom of Music Row has determined that if we put two or three or even four songwriters together in a room the result will be a song that is two or three or four times better when, in reality, the creative process is diluted, the focus blurred and the result is an innocuous little ditty that has all the right parts and then some unrecognizable 24 year old kid from Oklahoma will record it, a promotion team will run it up the charts, someone, somewhere will hear it on their car radio and think to themselves, "That sounds just like the last song they played," and then the song will win a BMI Award, the songwriters and publishers will make money and so the publishers will encourage the writers to write more of these ditties, the promotion team will urge the A&R department to get the kid from Oklahoma to record more of these kinds of songs because they can run them up the charts, the guy in the car will start listening to the Top 40 station because, "He just can’t stand this shit anymore," the head of the sales department will tell the label head, "That kid from Oklahoma may be having hits but, he’s not selling records," the kid will be dropped, staffers at the label will be let go, the songwriters’ option will not be picked up, stand-up comedians will make jokes about country music and, eventually, we will all die. This, in my opinion, is the unnecessary result of co-writing. Finally, let me say this about Garth Brooks. There is much spoken and written about his remarkable accomplishments but, our opinions of him, positive or otherwise, are irrelevant. The people have voted. He has reached them. He did it with shrewd, global marketing, with an astonishingly exciting live show and with a very vital, world-wide partnership with his record label. When it is all counted up, factored out, studied and analyzed, may it be remembered that he also did this: "And now I’m glad I didn’t know the way it all would end the way it all would go Our lives are better left to chance I could’ve missed the pain but, I’d have had to miss The Dance." Of all the wonderful opportunities that have been afforded me in this town, in this business, it fills me with the greatest joy and satisfaction to be able to say that I am a songwriter. ----from Thom's closing remarks NSAI songcamp 102, 2001. © 2001 Thom Schyler An inside look at the business from two pro writers/musicians, one mediocre [me], and one genius [Thom].
First Thoughts
***LEAP***
"I tell you, freedom and human rights in America are doomed. The U.S. Government will lead the American people, and the West in general, into an unbearable hell and choking life.
-- Osama bin Laden
"A prohibition law strikes at the very principles upon which our govt was founded."
- Lincoln
All our liberties are due to men who, when their conscience has compelled them, have broken the laws of the land.
--William K Clifford
#40. To: IndieTX (#39)
Hellofa wordsmith. Thanks.
----from Thom's closing remarks NSAI songcamp 102, 2001.
#41. To: lodwick (#34)
YT isn't loading... darn.. I'll keep checking!! :) thanks
#42. To: IndieTX (#35)
:D !!
WOW!!!!
#43. To: IndieTX (#39)
Your writing is outstanding.
#44. To: HOUNDDAWG (#43)
Thank you!
***LEAP***
"I tell you, freedom and human rights in America are doomed. The U.S. Government will lead the American people, and the West in general, into an unbearable hell and choking life.
-- Osama bin Laden
"A prohibition law strikes at the very principles upon which our govt was founded."
- Lincoln
All our liberties are due to men who, when their conscience has compelled them, have broken the laws of the land.
--William K Clifford
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