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Archive for February, 2011

I learned this song from a recording by the late north Georgia singer Jim Padgett and his then-wife Mary, back in the early 1980s. It wasn’t until quite recently that I learned it was written and originally recorded by Jimmie Skinner.

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I’m told that this song–Child Ballad 84–was one of my paternal grandfather’s two favorite songs (the other being the old eerie camp meeting tune “Wayfarin’ Stranger”). “Barbara Allen” first appeared on a broadside c. 1750, but its roots go back at least a century before that. Samuel Pepys, that indefatigable diarist, mentions it as “the [...]

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I was fortunate enough to see the late great Jimmie Skinner in concert when he appeared up on the old baseball field at Tellico, in late summer when I was about to begin my senior year of high school. He was old–nearly seventy–and his strong and distinctive voice was softened by age–but damn, he put [...]

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A Doom in Song

There are many stories of people who, for whatever reason, place curses on the living from their deathbeds. One of the most potent is said to have been placed by accused witch Giles Corey as he was pressed to death in Salem, Massachusetts on September 19, 1692; specifically on Sheriff George Corwin, who was overseeing [...]

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Over at Much Ado About Nothing my buddy Anna Molly posts a question (check out the comments sections) in which she asks “when’s the last time you heard a song about blue that wasn’t. . .well, blue?” And I remembered this one, which my beloved Teddy and Doyle Wilburn released as a B side way [...]

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Sunset in February

Hyacinths have exploded at the western rim of the world bells withered to the winking purple of the sea lie thin as glass in a straight strand beneath a sanding of dusty amethyst a blush of mauve along reefs of rose pink crowned with snow cream stars falling in silver sprinkles on the last swirl [...]

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It’s a tossup today: I could write about how Al Capone was haunted to his own death by a gangster killed in the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, or I could post love songs. Well, I’ve posted bloody Valentines before– so this year, I’m going with music. The late Johnny Cash was–and remains, to me and [...]

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Jack Courage

jealousy is cruel as the grave. . .Song of Solomon 8:6 Jealousy? Temper? Envy? I seem to detect hints of all three in this story from Edinburgh of young love, a forced marriage, and an O. Henry twist of fate. Way back in 1712, a retired colonial administrator named Thomas Elphinstone bought a home in [...]

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Mirror, Mirror

Nowadays–thanks to Dr. Freud–narcissism is defined as a sort of personality disorder: self-centeredness taken to a pathological point. Freud took the name of the condition from the Greek myth of Narcissus, the beautiful and selfish young man who pined away yearning for the love of his own reflection in a pool of still water. There’s [...]

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This is not the story I intended to write today; but this one has a sort of naive charm all its own. Someday, I’ll get to Savannah, and when I do, I’ll pay my respects to Florence Martus, the Sweetheart of Mankind. Down in the haunted city of Savannah, they refer to the late Florence [...]

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