Tuesday 15 March 2011

EVENSONG. Crooked Still - Ain't No Grave (from 'True Blood')

More miserable and pitiful mountain music from a strangely guitar-free stringband; newgrass is what they call it. Bluegrass, schmoograss, what does it matter, so long as yer married to yer first cousin.

6 comments:

mongoose said...

A nice noise, Mr I, and I quite like 'True Blood' too. it is nonsense, of course, but a lot less precious than all that forensic nonsense surrounded by acronyms.

lilith said...

Groovy

lilith said...

God, I love string bands

call me ishmael said...

Part of this lyric appears in In My Time Of Dying by Blind Lemon Jefferson and doubtless other Blind Mississippeans, although you may know it, mr mongoose, from Dr Bob's first, eponymous album, which contains a couple of truly groovy death songs, See That My Grave Is Kept Clean being a startling exposition from one so young.

Never too sure, Ms Lilith, of the difference between a string and a jug band but as you know, for me, the Incredible String Band, with their riffs, reels and ragas are the sound of the new moon rising, the angels washing their windows, the sound of Krishna colours on the wall and Be glad, for the song has no ending.

mongoose said...

"See that my grave is kept clean", Mr Ishmael, should be a sentiment on the national curriculum - if we must have one. Those early, unstilted Bob ones were very fine. Before the fall.

call me ishmael said...

Can't think of a poor track on that one, maybe House of the Rising Sun. Baby, Let Me Follow You Down as good a piece of finger-picking as he ever did do, Song to Woody a poignant classic of hobo Americana. I often think it's his best work. Shame he doesn't.