sab: (un >> workin' in corners)
First, it's important for me to say that I can't be entirely objective on the subject of Nanci Griffith, because I have quite literally grown up on her music, and followed her career for the last twenty years or so, and she's become kind of a beloved object to me. This is, of course, due to her incredible force as this tiny Texas woman with a voice that alternates from a little girl's twang to the deep holler of a bluegrass troubadour, and her profoundly confessional songwriting coupled with a very sort of Literary America South method of storytelling. Her fans tend to be devoted, and her detractors tend to hate her quite a lot, which is interesting considering she's never really achieved popular recognition and has sort of made a career of not-quite-conforming to whatever genre she happened to be playing in, from folk to country to pop and back again.

There's a good biography of her here, and her Wikipedia entry is here and handy. The nutshell is that Nanci Caroline Griffith was born in the mid-fifties in West Texas, and grew up in Austin where she taught herself to play guitar as a small child by watching Miss Laura on the tee vee. Her beatnik parents introduced her to the seedy underbelly of the city, showed her drugs and nightclubs, and gave her a love for music that sent her to the stage with her own guitar and her own songs when she was fourteen years old. Blah blah, education major at U Texas Austin, taught kindergarten, played rhythm guitar in a honky-tonk band, played her music and crafted her stage performing, so she could pack up her car and get herself the hell outta West Texas. While touring around the country she recorded several albums, starting with There's a Light Beyond These Woods (Mary Margaret) in about 1978. Poet in my Window followed, Once in a Very Blue Moon, and Last of the True Believers, all in her folk angel style. Many of these songs she performed on her live album, One Fair Summer Evening, considered by many folkies to be one of the great concert recordings of all time, and a serious mainstay of mine. I used to wear this cassette out, memorizing the stage patter, and now if you ever want to hear a self-respecting Los Angeleno tell the tale of Great Uncle Tootie in a West Texas drawl, I can darn well do it.

Here are some of my favorite songs from the Texas years, which are generally examples of Griffith's style of crafting songs as little four minute stories, starring plainfolk Texans and strong women and old folk and young lovers in love. And every now and again we get a glimpse into Nanci's own life, and her own loneliness, packing up her car and driving herself around America alone.

> There's a Light Beyond These Woods, Mary Margaret, very early in the Texas canon and in classic acoustic folk tradition. Nanci and her childhood best friend.
You Can't Go Home Again, a searing farewell to Texas, which ends up being a major theme later.
> Love at the Five and Dime, one of those short stories, about Rita and Eddie falling in and out of love at the Woolworth's store. The version of this on the OFSE live album comes prefaced with an adorable story about the iconic Woolworth's store, delivered in Griffith's dainty twang, and it's worth it to note that in the live version dear Rita gets to WRITE "dime store novels of a love so sweet." Anyway, this is the album version.
> Last of the True Believers, an enduring folk song, sort of tough and earnest at the same time.
> More Than a Whisper, one of the more personal love songs.
> Workin' in Corners deserves special note, because it's probably my favorite early Nanci song and has been on repeat play in my head since I was twelve years old. This is the live version, because I couldn't stand not to have you hear it.
> Banks of the Ponchartrain is definitely more of a rollicking, more countrified number, and was played at more than one Katrina benefit after that.
> Trouble in the Fields, where Great Uncle Tootie and Great Aunt Nettie Mae survive the Great Depression on their farm in West Texas, in the dustbowl of the century.
> Spin on a Red Brick Floor, the closing song from the live album. To Anderson Fair, an old time Texas dance hall, where Nanci Griffith and Lyle Lovett and Eric Taylor all came up listening to the music and then playing their own. There's going to be a documentary out soon about Anderson Fair, and naturally all these folks are interviewed. The clip of "Spin on a Red Brick Floor" is just beautiful.

While in Texas she was married to singer-songwriter Eric Taylor, and after their divorce, Griffith got herself out of Texas and hasn't moved back since. Her political beliefs, common in her songs, lean pretty heavily to the left for a West Texas girl, and this was back before the Dixie Chicks stood up and let their freedom ring. Griffith's relationship to her Texas roots is complicated, because her love for her family and her ancestry is displayed proudly in her songs, and she sings with the heart of a Texas chanteuse, but then this is the same woman who moved to Ireland after the election of President Bush and has been fiercely active in the anti-war movement.

MCA signed her in Nashville, because her voice and her songwriting style were so unique they figured she'd be the next big thing in country music, but she didn't really gain traction in the Nashville market either. Her critics said she was too earnest, not edgy enough for the Nashville charts, or that her childlike voice wasn't able to convince audiences that she packed a power.

Still, she wrote nearly a dozen songs during this period that other artists performed and charted with, and Griffith's versions of these hits and others have always been fan favorites. From the folk-country end of the Nashville years, here are two songs that became hits for other artists:

> Ford Econoline, dedicated to Rosalie Sorrells and Kate Wolf, two women who packed up their cars and got away from abusive husbands. A rocking country tune.
> Outbound Plane, another example of the rockin' "gettin' away from that bad man of mine" country song.

I put these all together on a zip file, which you can get from YouSendit, The Folk-Country Years. This is only a handful of songs from at least six albums, so if you like any of them, please consider supporting the artist by purchasing more.

In the next day or two expect volume two of Workin' in Corners: The Nanci Griffith Story: The Country-Pop Years.
sab: (b >> bones from bones)
> It's not raining anymore. Those seem to be the breaks. How anyone expects me to do anything while it's not raining is anybody's guess. MORE RAIN, PLZ. For those playing the home game, our recent 1/4 inch was the first rain this wasteland's had in 150 days. If you ain't got the do-re-mi, go back where you came from, eh?

> I'm finishing my Bones script, which is due in WBC class on Tuesday. The crazy cult leader of the school is having us come to a panel to meet industry managers and producers (not, on it's own, a bad or un-useful thing, but) instead of our LAST CLASS, which was heretofore earmarked for wine-and-beer party, reading of each other's scripts, saying our goodbyes and so on before we leave our class for different people in peer groups for the next two years. And we were a GREAT class. So it's a real shame to go to some stupid-ass panel instead of our last class. I tried to stir up some dissent on the class mailing list -- most of the class agreed with me, and was even planning to bring their own tequila, etc -- but the smackdown was layeth from the instructor, who said that Aforementioned School Leader was "insistent." Le sigh.

> I have what can only be described as an EARACHE, which could be one of those EAR INFECTION things, but since I haven't had an ear infection since, like, day camp, when I was eight, I'm not in a good position to diagnose these things. What does one DO with a sustained earache?

> My new little yellow house, where I live now, is so good it's a shame you all can't come pile on my floor and futon and party with me. Wait, what am I saying? Of course you can! Hop on a train/plane/puddlejumper and getcher ass over here!

> In related news, I need someone at a library in Texas (preferably Houston or Austin) to look something up for me? I also need someone with article-archive/lexis-nexis access to do some looking up for me? I will repay you in money, physical gifts, or submissions of the fannish nature, namely fic of your choice. Also, who lives in or near Nashville?

> In related news to the above related news, I could sure use the help of any freelance writer who's written a cold query letter to a publisher, etc, pitching a book idea.

> Everything else continues apace. In the Bones pilot, they worked at the ACTUAL Smithsonian, which is always entertaining. In the Sarah Jane Smith Adventures, they dropped the Kylie character and replaced her with someone called Clyde, for reasons I don't fully understand.

> My sister found a home for the puppy! Thanks everyone for your advice &c.
sab: (dw >> cupid if you're listening)
Anyone in the SF or, you know, general California area that can take in and foster or adopt a really awesome Rottweiler/German Shepherd mix puppy? She is affectionate, kind, gentle, licky, energetic, untrained, great with other dogs, and still pretty feral, as she was found in the streets of Oakland.

Make a noise, willya?
sab: (un >> making shit up macgyver-style)
I swear to god, Vista is making me deal with something called "Microsoft Windows Media Player Network Sharing Service Configuration Application."
sab: (un >> workin' in corners)
I'm going through something really profound today, this week. I'm doing it again, that thing I do, where I fall in love. I'm having a renaissance, a rememberance of my days as a folkie, my early days of fandom, before TV fandom or fic came along, when we had listservs and we sent each other desert island lists of our favorite albums and songs. The nanci-list, and later the dar-list, and rec.music.folk and the other newsletters and met up at festivals where we'd tromp around in the mud and sleep in our cars and listen to singer-songwriters tell stories under the stars.

After [livejournal.com profile] projectjulie left, I was lonely, and I turned to an old friend to embrace. Of course it's Nanci Griffith.

Nanci's music is one thing that's truly mine, it's woven its thread through every part of my life, a thrumming, empowering constant. "Storms" was the first cassette I ever purchased with my very own money, 1988 and I was twelve years old and I played that tape till it stretched and snapped. I've been to see her in concert all over the world, wherever I could find her, for twenty years, from the Hudson River cleanup festival to Carnegie Hall, from Cape Cod to San Francisco. She is the closest thing, after fifteen apartments in five cities in ten years, that I have to a home.

I'm crying as I write this, I'm a poor fool with a fragile heart.

So here's Nanci performing Townes Van Zant's "Tecumseh Valley," at the memorial tribute for Townes. Here also is Nanci, tearful, watching Steve Earle perform Townes' "Fort Worth Blues" at the same memorial. Those are youtube links so you'll probably want to open in a new tab.

Nanci's just wrapping up a tour, and keeps talking about retirement. She's working with anti-landmine groups and Vietnam and Iraq war veterans, and, though I know the music won't shut up in her soul, she could well stop recording, stop touring, and I might never see her again.

I might never see her again, or hear anything new from her, this person who has provided the soundtrack to twenty years of my life.

And so, I'm sitting here listening now to her cover of Tom Waits' "San Diego Serenade." (Right click/save) Can you blame me for being maudlin? But tomorrow I'm off to San Francisco to see my sister, my bags are packed, and the Zune's loaded up with Nanci's entire discography. As always, she'll be with me on these wheels, on the roads, looking out on America.

So here's a little spin on a red brick floor, thank you kindly for listening.

le meme

Sep. 15th, 2007 05:42 pm
sab: (Default)
Those top "career matchmaking" choices for Sab, based on my profile answers (it's here, user/pwd: nycareers/landmark), came out as follows:


Art Director
Lobbyist
Desktop Publisher
Actor
Humanitarian Aid Worker
Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator
Criminologist
Advertising Copywriter
Industrial-Organizational Psychologist
Anthropologist


I don't know precisely what an industrial-organizational psychologist is, but I bet it's the sort of job where the air conditioner's turned up way too high. The others all sound like bang-on fun. I'd be a good art director slash lobbyist, dude!
sab: (un >> workin' in corners)
Is there anyone out there in this series of tubes who's a devoted Nanci Griffith fan? Do speak up, will you?

And if not, do you know someone who is? Oh, I bet there's a community! LJ is so clever.

Still, I'd rather it'd be one of you...

ETA: no such comm exists, to the poor showing of Livejournal. I might have to remedy that myself.
sab: (un >> the patchwork girl of oz)
Or: Betsy Warrington Ray Willard and Maud Palmer Hart Lovelace, two girls, the same, born 1n 1892 in Deep Valley/Mankato, MN.

Wiki: Maud Hart Lovelace
Wiki: Betsy-Tacy Books

the merry widow waltz )
sab: (un >> looks like apocalypse weather)
Guess, no seriously, I dare you, guess what at this moment is preparing to wing its way across the sea to me?

LOOK. Just look what finally happened.

/flailing with joy and warming up my region 2 player

I remain,
Sincerely,
Sab
sab: (un >> oysters down in oyster bay)
Omnius Gallius in tres partes est, if you'll pardon my Latin, and so went Shoemoney Haus, insofar as two of those parts, [livejournal.com profile] wearemany and [livejournal.com profile] fmangel remain in the Echo Park residence; [livejournal.com profile] projectjulie and I have found a cute little yellow Spanish style house in Los Feliz where we, and the cat, are adjusting splendidly.

Still to come on EHCA, the cliffhanger tale of my producer meeting this week, and commentary on various tv.
sab: (b5 >> if I cover my eyes)
Having a number of things to tell you, I'm going to fall back on that tried-and-true method of delineating post subjects first popularized by [livejournal.com profile] popnography, the caret.

> I have a new livejournal layout. Bask please. Thanks to CSS kung fu courtesy [livejournal.com profile] projectjulie, we hacked the guts out of my old bloggish layout and translated it into a slashy ode to the doomed and tragic love between Mars rovers Spirit and Opportunity. The text and inspiration come from a painting we saw in a neighborhood coffee shop (currently on fire) by a nice man named Rob something. He said the painting was earmarked for his girlfriend, or I'd'a hocked my -- damn, I ain't got a thing left to hock -- for a piece of it. He's got a website, but a) the art's not up yet and b) I don't remember his name (and the painting, with his name, is stuck there on the wall of the building still, as before, currently on fire). Watch this space.

> So that HP:DH reaction post I wrote came, as evidenced by the preponderance of noun-lists, repetition, and a seeming obsession with the word "quest," under the powerful influence of Ambien, which, as long-time readers here at Eating Hard Candy Alone, makes Sab hilarious crazypants! So at first I was all, I'll apologize for my Ambienated squee and post a more reasoned academic post later, but as days went by, I realized more and more how much I enjoyed basking in my own squee, and so I've set up a summer home here and don't plan to leave for points critical until the very last boat out. I came to the party looking for a sweeping, dark adventure, and totally got what it said on the can. I'd be selfish to ask for anything more.

> We're watching Damages, with Glenn Close and Rose Byrne (Rose Byrne Rose Byrne!), and the gay really does go to eleven. Glenn Close is friggin' scary-ass, and the whole show is basically The Devil Wears Prada: The Creepy Drama. Tune in if you've got any attraction to hot girls, sinister lawyeresses, manipulative violence, semi-annoying backwards story telling, or the marvel that is Ted Danson.

> Time for a brief friendation mixer! First off, [livejournal.com profile] furies, meet [livejournal.com profile] ubil; you are both studying psychology in its various forms and have similar draws and insight into that long dark teatime of the human brain. Second, there's no excuse for any of you not to know [livejournal.com profile] nerdcakes my fannish kindred spirit in everything from Jeremiah and B5 to Seinfeld and Annie Hall, with a love for M*A*S*H doctors, Trek doctors, Green Wing doctors and The Doctor. And she just finished Sports Night, folks! If you like Sab, you'll love [livejournal.com profile] nerdcakes. And confidential to [livejournal.com profile] nerdcakes: next on your list should be the first five seasons of Cheers. Seriously. Have I ever been wrong before? Hush. We'll talk. Also in wonderful flist news, the long-lost [livejournal.com profile] septicemic has begun posting again, though sporatically and with painfully long stretches in between where we miss the hell out of her, but mostly we love that she's back, and brilliant, and a good addition to any flist anywhere. Comic people should friend [livejournal.com profile] likeadeuce; bandom/World-of-Wentz people should friend [livejournal.com profile] annavtree: in both cases, come for the fandom, stay for the blogs. And last but not least, a big hello to my newest friend [livejournal.com profile] twentyfivepast, whose presence on my flist has made me smile for the last two days. Hi, new friend!

> Comic-Con! First, somebody give me the quick-and-fannish skinny on the Torchwood panel Thursday? Did Chris Chibnall and Noel Clarke knock your little Welsh socks off? Second, updates on Hewlett and the Lanteans from today's panel would be gratefully appreciated. We'll be there tomorrow, so [livejournal.com profile] projectjulie can have a sexy date with Mary McD and we can ogle the Hot Ladies of BSG...unless someone currently in San Diego and with floorspace or a hotel room could give us a place to crash tonight? Please? *shows a little leg*

> [livejournal.com profile] thassalia's cat came back! Best news all day. Now I'm hungry.
sab: (un >> army of the white pig)
Finished, about an hour ago. Mostly very satisfied. What a good quest!

details and spoilers below )
sab: (to >> faxes from the future)
So I'm sitting here in my front yard, reading HP:HBP in preparation for lining up at Borders at 10:00 to (hopefully) get my hot little hands on a hot little copy of TDH tonight (thanks, [livejournal.com profile] wearemany!), and [livejournal.com profile] fmangel and I are batting around scenarios and death-draft picks for the upcoming grande finale.

Find my predictions below the cut; I survived Draft Day at Sports Night! No spoilers in comments, plz, but wild speculation is just fine.

first round draft picks )
sab: (nx >> the sun's setting fast)
1. How the hell are people reading that horrible horrible photo-of-every-page scan of HP:TDH? I downloaded the first half and couldn't even get through a page, it hurt so much to squint. Is there actually a PDF out there that's easier to read? And if so, could ya give it to me? Not because I care so much about getting on the pre-show bandwagon, but more because I am number 1279 on my library's hold list, and ain't got the money to buy the book proper.

2. Who, I ask, is going to Comic-con? San Diego, next weekend, badda-bing. There's some rumors I need put to rest, like whether or not Rusty's REALLY gonna be there on Thursday and whether or not Hewlett's gonna stay past Friday and onto Saturday to hang with us. And, more specifically, if there's anyone coming who wants to offer up part of a hotel room/lodging arrangement for me and [livejournal.com profile] projectjulie for Friday night? OR, if RTD's gonna be there, Thursday and Friday night?

3. David Tennant's mom, Helen MacDonald, died after a long illness in Paisley yesterday. Folks are sending donations in her name:

ACCORD Hospice
Hawkhead Road
Paisley
PA2 7BL
U.K.

or via their website: http://www.justgiving.com/accord (thanks [livejournal.com profile] measi for the info)

4. Folks with foot fetishes should check out the toe-porn action over at [livejournal.com profile] feetwantout! Folks without foot fetishes should check out [livejournal.com profile] oz_rapsheet, which is having a ten-year porniversary and there's a fabulous resurgence of Beecher/Keller fic.

5. That's all I gots.
sab: (h >> is it tuesday yet??)
HBO's launched some sort of crazy interactive mystery at: http://www.hbovoyeur.com/

You solve it, so I don't have to? Thanks.

Still to come on Eating Hard Candy Alone...

Writer's Boot Camp ver. 2.0 (my class started tonight, went very well, writing Bones spec again)
Books: last desperate haven for the modernist, or entertaining diversion? The battle rages on.
And, where's that damned Rose/Martha ficathon story? Answer: in four separate tabs in NoteTab, waiting to be reassembled.
And, have I recovered from the DW series finale and related drama-wank-parephrenelia? Answer: I don't wanna talk about it. I'll be in the car.
sab: (b5 >> we are the crazy universe)
So last night, Shoemoney Haus (that's me, [livejournal.com profile] wearemany and [livejournal.com profile] fmangel, for those following along in your primers) threw a birthday extravaganza in honor of, and sponsored by, [livejournal.com profile] thassalia, whose birthday is always a good excuse to party like it's 2099.

In attendance were as follows: [livejournal.com profile] rossetti and [livejournal.com profile] jalfred, kicking it at the Shoemoney hostel for the LA portion of their California trip (we miss you already!), the holy trinity that is [livejournal.com profile] trinityofone, [livejournal.com profile] akukorax and [livejournal.com profile] ebrooklynw, our partners in LA debauchery, [livejournal.com profile] lizlet (representing for my nation of anglophilia-lust, aka Fuck Me, David Tennant), and a giant mess of humans unrepresented as yet on LJ. The famed M was our bartender, and managed to break only three martini glasses in the course of an evening filled with complicated mixed cocktails and M strutting his sexy stuff in a dress shirt and tie. Shoemoney Haus has never been so graced.

Still to come on Eating Hard Candy Alone...

1. The arrival of [livejournal.com profile] projectjulie later this evening, for the duration of the summer stretching hotly out before us...

2. Sab's fits in re: the Doctor Who finale, aka, There's More To The Doctor Than His Big Brown Eyes (And God Complex).

3. My entree into the Martha/Rose ficathon (draft nearly done and waiting to wing its way to [livejournal.com profile] rossetti for beta up to and including More Gibbs With A Gun!)

4. Some hideously twisted and manipulative Ten/Martha porn for [livejournal.com profile] zauberer_sirin...

5. ...and some Partners in Heroism old-school Rose/Nine for [livejournal.com profile] somedaybitch (and to allow me to vacation in a safe space unmolested by The End of S3)

My car got booted, I'm going broke, and I didn't sleep for approximated 72 hours in there. And yet, it's been a fabulous week.
sab: (dw >> face of the lonely god)
I can't sleep, and that usually leads to fantasizing, in this particular case, about Tennant/John Smith's arm, in his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and the suspenders. I can get lost in the most absurd things about this man. Yesterday I spent forty five minutes on about four frames from "Utopia", just watching over and over again --

spoilers through Utopia )
sab: (dw >> daaaaaaaaaalek!)
1. I sort of glazed through the whole fanlib and 07 debacles, but I've been following both stories with great interest (I recommend [livejournal.com profile] life_wo_fanlib for the former and [livejournal.com profile] fanarchive for the latter, as far as positive follow-up action). Because the industry, such as it is, is thisclose to regulating us, and, what's more, finding a way to make money off of us, and I am really proud that fannish people are taking action to be on the front end of both of those revolutions. Not that I believe it's time, yet, for us to start charging for our services, but when someone starts making money off of our fan creations, I'd just as soon it be us. And I like that our lawyers and thinkers and responsible fannish women are doing the work to enable us to take action. In short, fandom rose to the challenge, of course we did, and that is just awesome. So, if you haven't joined [livejournal.com profile] fandom_counts yet, sign up and be counted. Friend it with all your fannish journals. There are over 35,000 journals so far.

2. In recent months, I have consumed The 4400, this season of ReGenesis and all of Moonlighting. Mostly what I've learned is that I have to just close my eyes and love Moonlighting and David and Maddie with all I've got, whether or not the show is sexist or Bruce Willis is a Republican. GOD I love David and Maddie so much. Is there, god help me, fic?

3. Also, people! Doctor Who: Human Nature/Family of Blood -- that was, seriously, a big deal, right? Like, in the history of the Doctor, the show, the universe, my love affair with David Tennant? Because. Dude.

4. It's weird to see Martin Donovan (on The Dead Zone, atm) and know that Adrienne Shelly is dead. They were, like, my Hal Hartley OTP!

5. The Hollywood Forever Cemetery on Saturday nights in the summer is one of the last truly democratic spaces on Earth, I swear. We saw Gilda last week, and the cars line up in a line down Santa Monica Blvd for blocks waiting for the gates to open at 7:30, and then everyone, cars and pedestrians, normal people and celebrities, gets ushered in at ten bucks a pop, and then we all race with blankets to claim the best patch of grass. We share food and cigarettes with our neighbors, and watch each other make out, and everybody talks during the movie and nobody shushes anyone, which in turn means no one really talks too loud, and there are only Port-o-potties to pee in, and a friendly guy with a flashlight to show you, after you've waited on line for a half hour, which one is free. And then it gets dark and if it rains it rains, and if there's junebugs everybody freaks out for a minute and mostly you just watch the movie, sharing chicken and passing joints.

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