08-17-2019, 02:29 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-18-2019, 02:44 PM by Dekalb_Blues.)
( ಠ ͜ʖಠ)
Attention fellow musicians: This-here cover is a blessed example of Doing It Right -- reverently-right, when
daring to cover such a powerful and iconic work. (As opposed to the mechanical unmusicality that is so sadly
prevalent amongst the young-and-the-restless negatively-corporate-conditioned ones purporting to pay "tribute"
to this or that artist's work, whilst merely extruding gratuitous, hack-work caricatures of it.)
This is the positive, STO folk-process in action -- a worthy meme passing from one generation to another,
with the essential traditional form evolving intelligently through its loving infusion with new spirit supplied
by the aspiring artist grateful for the chance to test his/her individual integrity via a surrendering, uncoerced,
through loving appreciation, to something superior in positivity.
Absolutely golden vocal harmonization supported by innovatively-apt percussion and instrumentation, with
Mme Maloney nicely catching the spirit of Mme Mitchell's voice-styling within her own vibrant delivery.
(Artistically, it doesn't hurt matters that she is actually the child of gen-yoo-wine authentic damn hippies,
and even born-and-raised in a bloody New-Age hippy commune -- that didn't have any TVs!!! O_o )
And incidentally, for the banjoists (like myself) skulking beyond the polite instrumental pale, this is the old-time-
style in its most modernly-appropriate application, manifesting that austere high lonesome sound so sought-after
by traditional players of American Southern old-time mountain music, and giving this version an ineffable saudade.
I glowingly second Graham Nash's encomium: "Delicious, really excellent... I'm certain that Joni would
enjoy this wonderfully heartfelt version of her classic song."
Examples of the existentialist high lonesome sound:
Pre-American-Civil-War tune. A "pateroller" or patroller was an armed quasi-policeman who roamed
the roads between slave-plantations, checking the written passes authorizing errand-running slaves
to travel unattended by overseers. Such often-brutal men were a fearsome deterrent to and ruthless
scourge of runaways. This stark tune captures the terror of fleeing from their relentless malign pursuit.
Attention fellow musicians: This-here cover is a blessed example of Doing It Right -- reverently-right, when
daring to cover such a powerful and iconic work. (As opposed to the mechanical unmusicality that is so sadly
prevalent amongst the young-and-the-restless negatively-corporate-conditioned ones purporting to pay "tribute"
to this or that artist's work, whilst merely extruding gratuitous, hack-work caricatures of it.)
This is the positive, STO folk-process in action -- a worthy meme passing from one generation to another,
with the essential traditional form evolving intelligently through its loving infusion with new spirit supplied
by the aspiring artist grateful for the chance to test his/her individual integrity via a surrendering, uncoerced,
through loving appreciation, to something superior in positivity.
Absolutely golden vocal harmonization supported by innovatively-apt percussion and instrumentation, with
Mme Maloney nicely catching the spirit of Mme Mitchell's voice-styling within her own vibrant delivery.
(Artistically, it doesn't hurt matters that she is actually the child of gen-yoo-wine authentic damn hippies,
and even born-and-raised in a bloody New-Age hippy commune -- that didn't have any TVs!!! O_o )
And incidentally, for the banjoists (like myself) skulking beyond the polite instrumental pale, this is the old-time-
style in its most modernly-appropriate application, manifesting that austere high lonesome sound so sought-after
by traditional players of American Southern old-time mountain music, and giving this version an ineffable saudade.
I glowingly second Graham Nash's encomium: "Delicious, really excellent... I'm certain that Joni would
enjoy this wonderfully heartfelt version of her classic song."
Examples of the existentialist high lonesome sound:
Pre-American-Civil-War tune. A "pateroller" or patroller was an armed quasi-policeman who roamed
the roads between slave-plantations, checking the written passes authorizing errand-running slaves
to travel unattended by overseers. Such often-brutal men were a fearsome deterrent to and ruthless
scourge of runaways. This stark tune captures the terror of fleeing from their relentless malign pursuit.