Archive for October, 2012
release date: March 14, 2006
“You Don’t Know Me” is available on Amazon, here –> You Don’t Know Me: Songs of Cindy Walker
- Bubbles in My Beer
- Not That I Care
- Take Me In Your Arms and Hold Me
- Don’t be Ashamed of your Age
- You Don’t Know Me
- Sugar Moon
- I Don’t Care
- Cherokee Maiden
- The Warm Red Wine
- Miss Molly
- Dusty Skies
- It’s All Your Fault
- I Was Just Walkin’ Out The Door
Ms. Walker pronounces Mr. Nelson’s latest CD “wonderful.” While she was not directly involved, the disc does feature a number of her peers. The fiddler Johnny Gimble, credited as session leader, played with Wills’s band for many years, in addition to frequent stints with Mr. Nelson. Fred Foster is a close friend of Ms. Walker’s who produced Roy Orbison’s hit version of her “Dream Baby,” as well as her sole LP, the 1964 “Words and Music.” His arrangements on “Songs of Cindy Walker,” which include backing vocals by the Jordanaires, are retro but clean-lined, with a modern use of space.
by Will Hermes
March 13, 2006
With hundreds of recorded songs to her credit, she is known as the dean of Texas songwriting and is generally considered the foremost female composer in country music history; in fact, the late Harlan Howard called her “the greatest living songwriter of country music” and he had some claim to that title himself.
“Her work as a writer, spanning so many decades, and still getting things cut, is unparalleled,” said Eddie Stubbs, country music historian and announcer for the Grand Ole Opry broadcasts on WSM-AM in Nashville. “A lot of the songs she wrote have become standards, although people may not know Cindy Walker wrote them.”
A good example of her direct, finely chiseled art is “You Don’t Know Me.” A hit for Eddy Arnold in 1956, Ray Charles in 1962 and Mickey Gilley in 1981, it was re-recorded by Mr. Charles with Norah Jones for 2004’s best-selling “Genius Loves Company,” and is the lead single for Mr. Nelson’s record. It telegraphs the silent longing of a man for a female friend:
You give your hand to me and then you say hello
And I can hardly speak my heart is beating so
And anyone could tell you think you know me well
But you don’t know me.
Some of Ms. Walker’s best-known songs â€” “Miss Molly,” “Cherokee Maiden,” “Sugar Moon” â” were written for Bob Wills, a fellow East Texan and master of the country-jazz hybrid known as western swing. In fact, she wrote more than 50 songs for Mr. Wills, the Texas Playboys bandleader.
“Wills was a big hero of mine,” Mr. Nelson said by telephone from his tour bus before a show near Fresno, Calif. “And Cindy is from Mexia, Tex., which is only a few miles from Abbott, where I was born and grew up. I didn’t know her personally in those days, but I was well familiar with her writing. I told her years ago I wanted to do an album of her songs; she’d probably given up on me.”
She hadn’t, but she was hardly holding her breath ” she was too busy writing. Ms. Walker began writing songs when she was around 12, and until a recent stretch of ill health, she never stopped. Each morning, she woke up before dawn, poured herself some black coffee, headed upstairs to her little studio, sat down at her pink-trimmed Royal typewriter (which graces the cover of Mr. Nelson’s CD) and set to work.
“Songwriting is all I ever did, love,” Ms. Walker said in an interview last month from her home. “I still can’t cook, to this day!”
Thanks so much to Beanie, from Minnesota, for these pictures of Willie Nelson’s from the Willie Nelson and Famiy show in Bayfield, Wisconsin, in 2008. And, here’s Beanie with the bus!
December 11, 2002
Willie Nelson performs at the Nobel Peace Prize concert in Oslo Norway, honoring award recipient Jimmy Carter. Carlos Santana and Michelle Branch were other guests at the event.
Willie sang: Always on My Mind, The Great Divide, and at the request of President Carter: Georgia on My Mind.
39th President of the United States of America
“For his decades of untiring effort to find peaceful solutions to international conflicts, to advance democracy and human rights, and to promote economic and social development”
Looks like Mexico, doesn’t it? I don’t know where he is, but glad Budrock, Lighting Engineer for Willie Nelson & Family, is enjoying some tropical down time, some beach, some where.
Where’s my pal, where’s my friend
All good things must have an end
Sad things and nothing’s on and on they go
I guess he went to Mexico
They all went to Mexico
Buenas Dias got to go
Tengo que obedecer mi corazon
They all went to Mexico [ guitar ]
Where’s my mule and where’s my dray?
Sstraw hat’s packed up and gone away
The mule don’t go north and dray go slow
They both went to Mexico
Where’s my sweetie
Where’s the face, that lit dark corners every place
She put up with me long time you know
Aand then she had to go to Mexico
Where’s my brown dog
Where’s my hound
He liked my truck he hung around
But he’s a canine Romeo and I guess he went to Mexico
Where’s that woman,so sweet so mean
Her heart was cautious her mind was keen
She was always looking for the peccadillo
I hope she went to Mexico
Where’s December’s happy crew
With German bikes and sidecars too
They take the truck south to St Louis MO
Motorcycle all the way to Mexico
Where’s my luck and where’s my grace?
Has it all been just a foolish chase
Every time I hear that rainy chill wind blow
I think it might be time to head to Mexico They all went to Mexico…
Read excerpts from Willie Nelson’s new book, “Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die” (Musings from the Road)Monday, October 29th, 2012
Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die: Musings from the Road is available to pre-order at Amazon.
“Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die (Musings from the Road)”
by Willie Nelson
I went to Nashville because Nashville was the marketplace, and if you wanted to succeed in country music you had to go to Nashville—so I went to Nashville. I drove there from Houston in a ’51 Buick. I had been teaching guitar at Paul Buskirk’s music studio. I taught a class where I had about twelve full-time students.
I loved teaching guitar. I could play pretty good, so I would knock out a few blues licks to impress the class, then jump into Mel Bay’s book and teach little fingers to play. It was and still is a great way to teach. By the time you went through the first book, you had learned a lot about reading music, and I was learning as much as I was teaching.
I had just recorded “Night Life” with Paul Buskirk’s band. He was the best rhythm guitar player I had ever heard. Dean “Deanie Bird” Reynolds played great upright bass, and I played lead guitar. I had also just written “Family Bible,” which was recorded by Claude Gray. I sold the song for fifty dollars, because I needed the money to pay my rent. The song went to No. 1 on the Billboard charts. So when I hit Nashville, I had a record and a No. 1 song.
I met Hank Cochran at a bar called Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge, which is right across the alley from the Ryman Auditorium, the home of the Grand Ole Opry. All the artists and musicians who played the Grand Ole Opry would spend a lot of time at Tootsie’s.
It’s where I met Faron Young, who turned out to be a great friend and who recorded my song “Hello Walls,” which became his biggest hit. Tootsie’s was also where I met Charlie Dick, who was married to the great Patsy Cline. He heard and liked one of my records on the jukebox, so I played him a tape of “Crazy.” He took me to Patsy’s house and woke her up so she could hear it, too. I remember I was embarrassed to go into their house—it was past midnight—so I stayed in the car. She came out and made me come in, and she recorded “Crazy” the mext week. It was the biggest jukebox songof all time.
Back to Hank Cochran—Hank heard d me jamming with Jimmy Day and Buddy Emmons one night in Tootsie’s. He was a writer for Pamper Music, which was owned by Ray Price and al Smith. Also, there were Harlan Howard, Ray Pennington, Don Rollins, and Dave Kirby. All great writers. Hank had a fifty-dollar-a-week raise coming but told Hal Smith to hire me as a writer and give me the fifty dollars-a-week instead. It was fantastic, and I thought I had hit the big time!
There is a new singer in town who has a great voice and a good heart and is doing really well. His name is Jamey Johnson, and he is doing an album of Hank Cochran songs. Hank wrote some great songs, like “Make the World Go Away” and “A Little Bitty Tear.”
We did one the other night that I had only recently heard for the first time called “Livin’ for a Song.” It was me, Jamey, and Kris Kristofferson singing on that one. I’m glad Jamey is icking the can on down the road, so people don’t forget Hank and people like him.
Thank you, Hank, wherever you are.
Willie Nelson Thought for the Day:
“You have all the power there is. There is no one more powerful than you. You just must be aware of it and know it; don’t doubt it. Faith, dummy.
(Those last two words were for me.)”
— Willie Nelson
The book will be out next month, but you can pre-order it now Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die: Musings from the Road
Is country superstar Willie Nelson a cold-blooded murderer? The police think so – but Monk has other ideas.
An upset Willie Nelson accuses his road manager, Sonny Cross, of embezzlement just hours before making a San Francisco radio appearance. Sonny later arrives at the radio station to find a note summoning him to a side entrance. As Sonny disappears down an alley, two shots ring out, and an engineer throws open the side door to find a blind woman, Mrs. Mass, screaming hysterically – and Willie Nelson hovering over Sonny’s dead body.
An injured Captain Stottlemeyer decides to put Lt. Disher in charge of the investigation, and Disher loses no time in calling in Adrian Monk. Monk learns that only Sonny, Mrs. Mass, and Willie Nelson were in the alley, and even though he seems to be the most likely suspect. Monk can’t picture Willie – a favorite singer of his late wife Trudy – as a killer. Stottlemeyer arrives with his right arm in a sling. Mrs. Mass gently shakes his left hand, then identifies Willie’s voice as the one that threatened to kill her if she spoke to the police. Orphaned at 16 in a car accident that also robbed her of her sight, Mrs. Mass is a persuasive witness. Things look grim for the Red-Headed Stranger.
With Sharona gushing about her great new boyfriend Justin, and the SFPD occupied with trying to track down a persistent and elusive streaker, Monk starts to investigate. He begins by learning more about Sonny Cross. A reckless womanizer and boozehound, Cross had previously served two years in prison for vehicular manslaughter. Willie had been close to firing Cross on many occasions, but never had the heart.
For now, Willie Nelson is still the prime suspect, and the police arrest him and formally press charges. Meanwhile, Monk decides to go see Mrs. Mass again. He learns she received a concussion after falling in a wet supermarket aisle the year before, but never sued. As they say goodbye, she offers to shake his hand, and Monk suddenly remembers how she’d previously shaken Stottlemeyer’s hand – and offered him her left hand because his right hand was in a sling. How had she known that… unless she had somehow regained her sight!
The SFPD has finally caught the streaker, and Monk bails him out of jail so he can lay a trap for Mrs. Mass. From a place of concealment, Monk and Sharona watch Mrs. Mass turn her head in wonder as the nudist streaks by her ¿ and Sharona recognizes the streaker as her new boyfriend, Justin!
Once in custody, Mrs. Mass finally comes clean: the fall last year in the supermarket somehow reconnected her optic nerve, restoring partial vision in one eye. She’d kept this miracle to herself in order to be above suspicion when she took finally her revenge on Sonny Cross – the drunk driver that took away her family and her eyesight 30 years before.
All charges against Willie Nelson are dropped, and on a crisp autumn sky under a sparkling blue sky, the two new friends play a soulful, moving duet together – Willie on guitar, Monk on clarinet – at the site of Trudy’s grave.
Thanks to Darrin Roark for finding this video, for our Monday morning listening enjoyment.