The great guitarist and Chet Atkins protege Paul Yandell passed away last week. Not as many folks know his name as Chet obviously, but he was the guitarist on many of the Louvin Brothers' biggest records, which is how I became familiar with his immaculate playing. I tried to find a video of him and Chet dueling it out but most of them won't allow embedding. So I am posting this medley someone made a few years back for Paul's birthday.
My brethren in Tuscaloosa are getting all hot and bothered about some sort of somethin' going down tonight. One thing I know is...a lot of people with Louisiana driver's licenses are getting arrested today and Dreamland will run out of ribs. Here's another "game of the century" we may have forgotten...
someone made this um...tribute to the george jones classic. fitting birthday wishes for the man who once attempted to drive to the liquor store on a lawn mower.
This is a really haunting version of the traditional Scottish ballad by Dick Gaughan. I have been obsessed the last day or so with the Fairport's version on "Full House". This was the song played at Sandy Denny's funeral.
This would have been my grandad Army Brown's 98th birthday. He spent most of his twenties and thirties gigging around the South in a swing band back during the Depression. One of his bandmates and best friends was Sidney Chilton, Alex's dad. I wrote "Ponotoc" on my last album for my grandad; he was one of the first people to take me out and buy records and explained all the different instruments in the symphony orchestra. And whenever we had family reunions the evenings would end with Army sipping scotch and playing endless medlies of Tin Pan classics. Along with my father, he is one of the central reasons why I ended up devoting most of my life to music.
saw these guys last night at the Basement, wasn't quite sure what to expect but damn they rocked with the swagger and frenzy of a bunch of twenty year olds. Pretty damn impressive...
This is the aural equivalent of a color shift, a glimpse of the rainbow spectrum of the transition of English to American accents. Tidewater English, the peculiar dialect spoken along the Chesapeake Bay in pockets in Maryland and Virginia, sounds to me like the true median meeting point between West Country English and the "Old South" variety of the Southern Accent.