#richard thompson

[jt1674]

#richard thompson #drowned dog black night #shine in the dark

[musickickztoo]

Richard Thompson  *April 3, 1949

#richard thompson #fairport convention #april 3 #75

[phonographica]

Richard Thompson – Amnesia (1988)

#album art #music #1980s #richard thompson #folk #rock #surrealism #clown #mirror

[guerrilla-operator]

RICHARD AND LINDA THOMPSON

#richard thompson #linda thompson #folk rock #folk #rock

[serpentinesheldonserpentine]

The original Way Back Machine

Today we go wayyyy back to 1991.

That glorious guitar solo? It’s Richard Thompson.

#Michael Stipe #Golden Palominos #Anton Fire #Richard Thompson #Spotify #Anton Fier #darn autocorrect

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

24 years ago today an all-star tribute to Joni Mitchell was held at the Hammerstein Ballroom in New York City featuring performances by Elton John, Bryan Adams, Shawn Colvin, James Taylor, Cyndi Lauper, Richard Thompson, k.d. Lang, and Mary Chapin Carpenter.

#listen to music #joni mitchell #tribute concert #live music #all-star tribute #hammerstein ballroom #new york #elton john #bryan adams #james taylor #cindy lauper #k.d. lang #mary chapin carpenter #richard thompson #shawn colvin #Youtube

[power-chords]

Asked my daddy when I was thirteen: "Daddy, can you tell me what love really means?" His eyes went glassy, not a word was said He poured another beer and his face turned red Asked my mother, she acted the same She never looked up, she seemed so ashamed Asked my teacher, he reached for the cane He said, "Don't mention that subject again"

(So I read about love) Read it in a magazine (Read about love) Cosmo and Seventeen (Read about love) In the back of a Hustler, Hustler, Hustler So I know what makes girls sigh And I know why girls cry So don't tell me I don't understand What makes a woman and what makes a man I've never been to heaven but at least I've read about love

#this song goes so hard it's unreal #richard thompson

[rainingmusic]

Fairport Convention - Sloth

#youtube #fairport convention #sloth #full house #full house album #dave swarbrick #richard thompson #dave pegg #dave mattacks #simon nicol #british folk rock #folk rock #folk #music #music is love #music is life #music is religion #raining music #70s #70s music

[krispyweiss]

Richard Thompson: A Master at 75

Richard Thompson’s career has been varied enough that he eludes pigeonholes.

The descriptors that can be used are master guitarist, gifted songwriter and, as of today, 75-year-old man - one who has no plans to stop doing what he’s been doing since before he could legally drink.

“I'm not intending to hang up my plectrum anytime soon,” he says in a news release announcing new music.

Born April 3, 1949, Thompson started early, co-founding Fairport Convention as a teenager, going on to a fruitful, decade-long musical partnership with his then-wife, Linda Thompson, before embarking on a solo career that continues May 31 with the release of his 20th LP, Ship to Shore.

His diverse output makes it virtually impossible to be a fan of all of Thompson’s music, yet that music is impeccable enough that it’s just as difficult to not respect it all, as well. And given Robert Plant, Del McCoury, Tom Jones, Los Lobos and others have recorded Thompson’s songs, the opening line of his official bio is proven accurate.

“Richard Thompson’s musical influence cannot be overstated.”

4/3/24

#richard thompson #richard and linda thompson #fairport convention #robert plant #led zeppelin #del mccoury #los lobos #tom jones

[cbjustmusic]

Richard Thompson and Jo-El Sonnier performing "Tear Stained Letter" in 1990. ___________________ Tear Stained Letter Songwriter: Richard Thompson

It was three in the morning when she took me apart She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart She danced on my head like Arthur Murray The scars ain't never going to mend in a hurry

Just when I thought I could learn to forget her Right through the door come a tear-stained letter Oh, oh, oh love love Cry, cry if it makes you feel better Set it all down in a tear-stained letter Oh, oh, oh love love love Cry, cry if it makes you feel better Set it all down in a tear-stained letter

Well my head was beating like a song by The Clash It was writing cheques that my body couldn't cash Got to my feet, I was reeling and dizzy I went for the 'phone but the line was busy

Just when I thought that things would get better Right through the door come a tear-stained letter Oh, oh, oh love love Cry, cry if it makes you feel better Set it all down in a tear-stained letter Oh, oh, oh love love love love Cry, cry if it makes you feel better Set it all down in a tear-stained letter

Well I like coffee and I like tea But I just don't like this fiddle-di-dee It makes me nervous, it gives me the hives Waiting for a kiss from a bunch of fives

Just when I think I could learn to forget her Right through the door come a tear-stained letter Oh, oh, oh love love love Cry, cry if it makes you feel better Set it all down in a tear-stained letter Oh, oh, oh love love Cry, cry if it makes you feel better Set it all down in a tear-stained letter Oh, oh, oh Cry, cry if it makes you feel better Set it all down in a tear-stained letter

#richard thompson #jo-el sonnier

[jt1674]

#richard thompson #linda thompson #hard luck stories #dimming of the day #dargai

[musickickztoo]

Richard Thompson  *April 3, 1949

#richard thompson #fairport convention #april 3

[heaveninawildflower]

Richard and son Teddy Thompson - Persuasion - Scottish TV 99

#youtube #Richard Thompson #Teddy Thompson #music #duet

[astropithecus]

#comics #funny #not mine #thanksgiving #richard's poor almanac #richard thompson

[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #2:

Jerry Jeff Walker's Viva Terlingua!

There are certain truths we hold as self evident. Anyone who ever takes their valuable time to read the nonsense in this blog knows that Blood on the Tracks and Damn the Torpedoes belong in every middle aged white guy's record collection. Similarly, they know that Eric Clapton, post Cream, is not worth listening to and that you are better off never having seen Van Morrison live in my lifetime, and I'm older than you. It's easy to know the truth. Neil Young has no faults, unless you wind up marrying him. Beer is good for me.

This second installment of the Record Bin makes the case for a lesser known truth: Jerry Jeff Walker deserves intentional, honored space in your very own dollar bin. Indeed, he deserves to take up significant quality time in your life! We'll use his best known record, Viva Terlingua!, as our basis of proof.

But first, if you don't already have its perfectly shambolic opening notes running in your head, give a listen:

Walker tells us exactly what we need to know in that opening riff and his "Ahhhh..... Buckeroos": we are mid-story already; he's just back from a smoke break in the pig pen and he's picking up where he left off, sliding some seemingly insignificant musings at us and his anxious producer Mike, musings which actually contain the meaning of life, at least according to Jerry Jeff.

This whole record sounds like a legendary party we are forever sad to have missed. Come to the end of the record and you'll wish the party would keep going - and then it does keep going, with the band diving back into yet another chorus of London Homesick Blues. Are these people still drunk?

I don't know about you but other music which strives to conjure up a live drunken hoedown - I'm thinking of Rainy Day Woman and the frat boy early take of Madame George - always sound a little sinister. Getting stoned, as in rocks being thrown at you, doesn't sound fun no matter how much those Nashville Cats scream, nor does getting raided by transphobic cops. But I'm forever fired up about the party inside Viva Terlingua. Burritos! Tacos! Everclear!

Not even The Basement Tapes sound like this much fun to me. Sure, I'd love find myself in Big Pink, making shit up with Bob during I'm Your Teenage Prayer. But while we were at it, I'd have to keep an anxious eye on Richard Manuel, knowing the doom that lies in his/our future. No so with Viva Terlingua: transport me back to Luckenbach, Texas in August 1973 and I'd get drunker than I did on car bombs at my famous brother's (https://doomandgloomfromthetomb.tumblr.com/) wedding. I'd remember every glorious moment of that night with Jerry Jeff for the rest of my life.

But let's talk about Jerry Jeff's singing. Van Morrison is my favorite screamer and Sandy Denny is the best singer in the history of white people, but who else can turn their own voice-crack into joyful art? Catch Jerry at the end of Sangria Wine: Woah-OH!-oh-oh-oh, he LOVES sangria wine. Jerry shows us just how high you can get on the stuff, his voice staggering with joy. It's not beautiful; it's awesome.

The voice-crack, I declare, is a vital ingredient to a lot of the best manrock from the 70's. It's a big part of Kristofferson's whole wonderful shtick, and I'd argue that one of the big reasons why we all love hanging out in the Ditch with Neil is because he falls apart vocally while telling us he's a vampire or while describing the sun climbing his hood ornament. Sure, Richard Thompson has shown us since the 80's that he is well poised to voice a cartoon British lion in a musical remake of Robin Hood, but I prefer him when he's searching for notes he'll never find on his first record. Apparently his song Mary and Joseph from that outing is too bizarre and off tune to even merit existence on youtube, otherwise it would appear below this sentence. But trust me, it features some Jerry Jeff level voice-cracks.

While we are at it, the voice-crack seems to be missing from modern music: a problem! Jeff Tweedy reaches for one on occasion, I suppose, and Adele has taken over for Sarah McGlachlan, turning them into graceful beauty. But who's out there Bob Pollarding themselves from amateurism to epic in one wild ride of a syllable?

Don't be fooled, however: Viva Terlingua is far more than just a jubilant rager. The songwriting and arrangements are discreetly brilliant: everyone sounds drunk, and maybe they really are, but they worked their asses off to get things straight beforehand.

Let's start with the second track, Desperadoes Waiting For A Train. Walker had already introduced the world to the relatively unknown Guy Clark with his cover of LA Freeway a few years before but Clark's Desperadoes is on a whole other level. It's the kind of song that leaves you wondering what else a songwriter could possibly have left to say afterwards about their own biography. Write a song like Desperadoes and there can't be much more in the tank. Name another song that is convincingly about the love between a boy and his grandma's drunk boyfriend. Can't be done. Find me another song that's half as sad and sweetly funny at the same time, or that's so straight-forward and concise in its story telling, yet cryptically elusive in its chorus. How are this kid called Sidekick and the weeping old man who is teaching him how to drive like Desperadoes Waiting For a Train? I don't know, but they are, and it's awesome.

The whole thing is a master class in song lyrics as far as I'm concerned, standing alongside Paul Simon's Hearts and Bones and Kristofferson's Sunday Morning Coming Down as songs that tell you exactly what you need to know about a relationship or person through surprising, crystalline imagery. They are perfect short stories.

And Walker owns the track, mournfully and righteously working through each stage of the boy's unique relationship with that driller of oil wells, that old school man of the world. Walker can flat out sing, and the slower the beat, the deeper and more aching he becomes.

Somehow, even though he was capable of writing a transcendent song like Mr Bojangles, Walker is often at his best when singing other people's songs. He doesn't cover them, he recreates them, a la our beloved late Sinead O'Connor. Check out Walker's version of One Too Many Mornings from Viva Terlingua's sequel of sorts, A Man Must Carry On. Jerry Jeff writes his own damn verse!

Finally, how about his amazing band. Take one of the album's lesser tracks, Get it Out. Leading into the bridge an organ surges, then backs off; no player on this record claims their own space for more than a perfect moment. Instead, they pass around leadership with as much care as a shared bottle of the good stuff among thoughtful friends. Later in the bridge all the players rest together and let Jerry ad his choir of drunken angels dive into some CSNish do do do dos. Together they make the blog's favorite villain, Stephen Stills, and his dopey band mates sound like they'll never even get the chance to love the one their with because everyone out there would rather get it on with Jerry and his crew.

Anyway, go and get your own copy of this record. I've bought not one, but three copies of Viva Terlingua in my life: the first for $12, which skips, the second for $5, which skips, and a final one, with full exasperation, for $1, which.... doesn't skip! Why, oh why, do I ever look outside the dollar bin?

#jerry jeff walker #vinyl records #richard thompson #sandy denny #sinead o'connor #bob dylan #neil young #stephen stills sucks #Youtube #guided by voices

[heidismagblog]

#musician magazine #musician #richard thompson #donald fagen