NanciNet Digest 9-28-01
// It's been quiet enough that we have some silly lyrics...
// Enjoy! [BP
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Subject: NN: slowly but surely
From: Asherman73@aol.com
Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 22:15:20 EDT
How is everyone healing?
Does anyone know if there are any tickets available for the Dec. 10 concert?
I can't get any info from the official site.
Thanks,
Asher
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Subject: Re: NN: Shelby Lynne (no NG/KC content)
From: Petop@aol.com
Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 17:12:01 EDT
kai21@dial.pipex.com
(http://us.f133.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=kai21@dial.pipex.com&YY=30027&o
rder=up&sort=date&pos=0> writes:
> It is due for release, here in the U.K., on Monday 29th
> October. The same night as she plays the Shepherd's Bush Empire, in
> London. I know nothing of Mercury's plans for the release in the U.S.A.
U.S.A. release date is Nov. 13
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"I don't mind if you don't like my manners. I don't like them
myself. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter
evenings."
--Philip Marlowe (Humphrey Bogart) at his best in "The Big Sleep,"
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Subject: NN: Scottish folk tradition No Nanci content
From: ConorMG@aol.com
Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 15:02:51 EDT
People might be interested in a newsletter about Scottish folk music, the
organisers of which have just produced a set of cds:
Visit the Living Tradition online at - (http://www.folkmusic.net/listeningpost>
Find out more about our Tradition Bearers project at -
http://www.folkmusic.net/listeningpost
For a FREE sample issue contact
The Living Tradition, PO Box 1026, Kilmarnock, Ayrshire. KA2 0LG
Tel: 01563 571220 - Fax: 01563 544855
email - living.tradition@almac.co.uk
(http://us.f133.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=living.tradition@almac.co.uk&YY
=30027&order=up&sort=date&pos=0>
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Subject: NN: [NNC] Just a touch of humor...
From: "Ed Maier" (evmaier@dhc.net>
Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 16:20:13 -0500
President Urges Calm, Restraint Among Nation's Ballad Singers
WASHINGTON, DC- In the wake of the recent national tragedy,
President Bush is urging Mariah Carey, Michael Jackson,
and other singers to resist the urge to record mawkish,
insipid all-star tribute ballads. "To America's recording
artists, I just want to say, please, there has already been
enough suffering," Bush said. "The last thing we need right
now is a soaring Barbra Streisand-Brian McKnight duet titled
"One For All.'" Reports that the FBI had confiscated several
notebooks and audio tapes from Diane Warren's home could not
be confirmed as of press time.
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Subject: NN: Song lyrics
From: DvBGardner@genelogic.com
Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 09:26:24 -0400
D.J. wrote:
((((My pick, to start things off, would be a song entitled..."The Shiner
Bock Beer Made Me Do It!' I will leave it up to Donate or one of you other
lyricists to stick lines to this title....have fun!>>>>
Don't get me started, D.J. It's a rainy Tuesday and I have to write a
boring legal policy by COB today. I promised myself NO distractions today
-- oh, but your challenge is very tempting, though...:) Maybe at lunch
time? Although I'm German through and through, I don't drink beer, but
there are other "spirits" (of the alcoholic kind of course) in my life that
I could blame a bunch of stupid mistakes on in my life, so this shouldn't
be hard...
I recently wrote a funny blues song about loving food too much...of the
7 deadly sins, I'm guilty of gluttony...:)
Would that work as a substitute?
Not liking corporate life too much right now...I'd rather write songs
for D.J.
Donate
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Subject: NN: Song lyrics
From: kjohns2001usa@netscape.net
Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 18:54:22 -0400
DvBGardner@genelogic.com
(http://us.f133.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=DvBGardner@genelogic.com&YY=300
27&order=up&sort=date&pos=0> wrote:
>Not liking corporate life too much right now.......
>I'd rather write songs for D.J.
Would you really rather write songs for me???? I am honored...no kidding.
I think most of us have something we would like to blame for mistakes we
have made...that one drink too many...that one slice of cake too many...
that one chili dog too many at the company picnic...that one girlfriend
[or boyfriend] too many!!!
I was tempted to do some lyrics myself, but, was afraid that my efforts
would
only get me laughed off the list. Are my insecurities showing?
If I did...it would go something like this...
[sung to a sort of western swing beat]:
"I Blame It All On The Shiner Bock Beer"
It was late in the day
a day straight from hell
the boss was a pain
work not going so well
My one goal in life
was to get through the day
not strangling the boss
losing my job and my pay
At the top of the list
of the things I must do
when the day was over
and the toiling was through
Was a trip to the bar
to renew my tired soul
with a Shiner Bock beer
so nice and ice cold
It would be my reward
for surviving the day
not killing the boss
and staying a slave
To a job that I hate
but I need to survive
to pay all the bills
and all of that jive
When the day was through
I was free to leave
that Shiner Bock Beer
it called out to me
The first bottle arrived
it was pure liquid gold
I lifted it up
so wet and so cold
The cares of the day
they all dropped away
I was free of my boss
no longer his slave
I emptied the bottle
and ordered again
another beer down
and I started to grin
But that was just fine
for the shape I was in
beer followed beer till
the room started to spin
It was right about then
that my boss came in
sat down next to me
and started right in
My work it was poor
my excuses were thin
he doubted if I
was really loyal to him
I sat there in silence
sort of bleerey eyed
wondering just who
was this loudmothed guy
Then I leaned right over
and barfed in his lap
lifted my arm
gave his bald head a slap
[pause]
I spent the night
in the local jail
till finally my spouce
came by and made bail
I went off to work
somehow I got through it
though the note on my desk
said I'd really blew it
I crawled to the boss
and said that I knew it
my only excuse was
the Shiner Bock made me do it
The boss he just stared
at me groveling there
said he understood
and would try to be fair
'Cause he was from Texas
and loved Shiner B
he would refrain
from just firing me
Now I work swing shift
for a lot less pay
and my boss he sends me
more work every day
I work and I work
as the boss stands right there
and I blame it all
on the Shiner Bock Beer!
I know you can do much better than this Donate...and please do not make
fun of my poor efforts too much, I told you that you and the other
lyricists out there would do far better than I ever could.
Have a wonderful day, and I am looking forward to seeing your song on the
subject.
DJ
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Subject: NN: Song lyrics
From: "Donate" (musikerin4u@yahoo.com>
Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 07:20:40 -0700 (PDT)
D.J. wrote:
> I work and I work
> as the boss stands right there
> and I blame it all
> on the Shiner Bock Beer!
>I know you can do much better than this Donate...and please do not make
>fun of my poor efforts too much, I told you that you and the other
>lyricists out there would do far better than I ever could...
and all I can say is...
D.J., D.J., you are selling yourself way too short!!!! I couldn't
have done this better myself!!!! This would be a tough act to follow,
I must say. It sounds very much like this REALLY happened to you???
:):) I'm not sure I want to follow by writing about a most
embarrassing mistake I ever made based on too much red wine - and at a
Nanci concert nonetheless... so, I think I would have to keep my
response to a fictional subject. :)
Donate "deep in corporate doodoo this morning" von Bredow-Gardner
=====
".... AND WITH MY SONG I GIVE THANKS...."
www.musikerin.org ((http://www.musikerin.org>>
www.musikerin.net ((http://www.musikerin.net>>
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Subject: NN: Song lyrics
From: "Ron Hennessy" (rhennesy@coserv.net>
Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 20:25:29 -0500
D.J., I must agree with the sentiment of Donate's later comments: your own
lyrics are terrific! ! ! !
Now to find someone to pitch then to--maybe the Geezenslaws, Robert Earl
Keane, Chuck Pyle, Jerry Jeff Walker, Jimmy Buffett--a lot of singers could
do it. How about women singers?: Nanci Griffith, Mary Chapin Carpenter,
Sara Evans, Patty Loveless, Terri Hendrix.... The lyrics seem versatile
enough for a variety of styles.
My own experiences with having a glass too many (when I was younger and even
stupider) produced outcomes which tended to the tragic rather than comic.
All my best,
Ron Hennessy
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Subject: Re: NN: Song lyrics
Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 21:08:24 -0500
From: "Sarah Wrightson" (sarahwrightson@vincebell.com>
Ron Hennessy wrote:
>
> My own experiences with having a glass too many (when I was younger and
even
> stupider) produced outcomes which tended to the tragic rather than comic.
Yeah, well my lyrics were supposed to be tragic, but I think were so bad
as to be comic. And I was sober. Sigh....
(I am not making this up...Weird experience...just as I was typing Vince
walked into the next room and picked up a guitar and is making stupid
chord noises, plucking a string here and there, it is all nonsense to me
of course...a song being born. Uh...guitar being put down, and out he
walks. Makes a comment on something unrelated, walking down hall to
more PBS. Just strikes me as odd timing.)
Cheers to all...
Sarah
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Subject: Re: NN: Song lyrics
Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 21:20:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Reid Mitchell" (reidmitchell@yahoo.com>
--- Ron Hennessy (rhennesy@coserv.net
(http://us.f133.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=rhennesy@coserv.net&YY=30027&or
der=up&sort=date&pos=0>> wrote:
> My own experiences with having a glass too many
> (when I was younger and even
> stupider) produced outcomes which tended to the
> tragic rather than comic.
I know that feeling--like this one?
RON'S SONG
or TRAGIC MAGIC
I was sitting down on my favorite barstool
Just waiting for my baby to arrive
It was seventeen minutes past 8 o'clock
And I'd been combing my hair since 5.
I borrowed my big brother's seersucker suit
And my little brother's platinum card
I was getting kind of nervous
And the place it had good service
>From my table to the bar
There was Black Jack, Ezra, George, and Old Crow
Southerners tried and true
Glenlivit, Glenfiddich, Glendornach, Glenmorangie,
Lord what them Glen Boys will do
If she don't show up, it will be tragic
Lord, just this one time let it all be magic.
She burst through the door at 9 p.m.
Like Cleopatra on her barge
I ordered wine, it was mighty fine
And a boxcar full of cavier
The kareoke tape was playing "Careless Love"
My heart was swinging from a star
I was still kinda nervous
And this joint it had good service
>From our table to the bar
There was Black Jack, Ezra, George, and Jim Beam
Southerners tried and true
Glenlivit, Glenfiddich, Glendornach, Glenmorangie,
Lord what the lads of the glen will do
If she don't love me tonight, it will be tragic
Lord, just this one time let it all be magic
We were driving along by Moonlight Bay
She was keeping my head out of her lap
I had a lot of things I needed to say
Between true love and taking a nap
I said who loves you baby?
She said now let me count
And I still was kinda nervous
As she opened up her new purse
And read from her account
There was Ron and John and Billy and High Tops
The band at the Dew Drop Inn
Tam O'Shanter, Tim O'Leary, Tom Dooley, Yo-Yo Ma
And eleven-twelve might have beens
If there was only one man in the world you'd come in last
And while we on the subject, get your hand off my....
So I drove her back to the shell parking lot
And the bartender phoned two taxis
He said, you've covered the two drink minimum
And you've just gone over the max
I said this ain't funny babe
She said it was downright comic
You might think it's tragic
But let me show you magic
My famous disappearing act
I brought home Black Jack, Ezra, George, and Jim Beam
Let me put your maker's mark on you
Old Crow, Old Grandad, Old #7
Lord what ancient age will do
She told me that my kisses lost their magic
True love travels on a gravel road,
bad love drives in the ditch
I say. Lord if you're taking notes, next time make it magic
If she don't love me this life, it will be tragic
Reid
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Subject: Re: NN: Song lyrics
From: DvBGardner@genelogic.com
Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 09:53:21 -0400
reidmitchell@yahoo.com wrote:
(((( I was sitting down on my favorite barstool
Just waiting for my baby to arrive
It was seventeen minutes past 8 o'clock
And I'd been combing my hair since 5.
I borrowed my big brother's seersucker suit...>>>
Brilliant, Reid. Absolutely brilliant......!!!
This list has some awesome talents on it, and from what I can tell,
many of us share not only our admiration for Nanci, but the bottle as
well........ :)
hiccup!
Donate "quit smoking but still enjoying fine wine and cheap vodka" v.B.-G.
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Subject: RE: NN: Song lyrics
From: Ron Hennessy [(mailto:rhennesy@coserv.net>]
Date: Friday, September 28, 2001 10:40 PM
I did write a sad drunken song 2/3s of my life ago in the early sixties. I
sang this for my platoon tent mates serving in Vietnam--accompanying myself
on guitar--and have performed it often since. The song is called "Rum
Punch." It is about a (fictional) kid in his late teens, new to the
delights of wine, women, song, and dancing. He goes to a party at which
large quantities of rum punch are served. He meets and falls madly in love
with a girl at the party; and dances away most of the night with her. But
"tragically" he passes out, and is unable to locate her again after he wakes
up the next morning.
The music is influenced by R&B musicians like Ray Charles ("Sticks and
Stones"), Hank Ballard, and Chuck Berry. I still like the song's blues
guitar licks.
I was going to share the lyrics with y'all, but decided some of the lines
are politically incorrect enough to risk offending someone.
Those lyrics combine the melancholic and the comic; maybe these two
paradoxical moods naturally go with the theme of problems arising from
overindulging.
Starting about 3 years ago, I've restricted myself to an occasional glass of
good wine. I like German ausleses, Australian chardonnays, and Italian
pinot grigios.
Best to all,
Ron Hennessy
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