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Big Old Goofy World

I was going to write about other things today.  Things that bother me.  Like Mike Huckabee’s comments at the Value Voters Summit the other day, where he equated those with pre-existing conditions seeking health insurance coverage to people with burned down home or wrecked cars trying to obtain insurance after the fact.  Comments that seem to be lacking in compassion, not ot mention the pure idiocy of finding equivalency in a living human with a medical history of any sort with a destroyed house or car.  Or lacking in intelligence for attacking the one aspect of the Healthcare bill that is by far the most popular and widely accepted by the general public.

The comments bothered me as did the lack of coverage they received in the mainstream press.

Or there was Republican strategist Jack Burkman who caused a minor buzz on a Fox News broadcast when he made comments about closing down the US Postal Service while somehow bringing in the subject of Nigerian and Ethiopian cabdrivers.  It drew the ire of  Ex- Senator Al D’Amato who called Burkman’s comments “rascist bullshit’.  But it wasn’t the comments about the cabdrivers or even the closing the Postal Service that caught my ear.  It was the last line Burkman uttered in parting, where he stated that Postal workers, like much of the middle class, were basically unskilled and needed to be pushed down.  I assume he was talking about pushing them down the economic ladder.  A telling little comment, if that is the case, for a so-called strategist of any political party.  Read into it what you will.

But that is all I can write about these people.  And I use that term loosely.  I need something to keep my head from exploding so I’ll turn to a tune from John Prine.  I think this song pretty much sums it all up…  It’s a Big Old Goofy World.

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I was sitting at the computer the other day, going through the images of several new pieces that will be going with me tomorrow when I travel to a couple of the galleries that represent me.  This piece was still untitled and  I sat there, staring at it and trying to determine what it was saying to me, something that would give it a unique moniker.  As I struggled, a song came on the stereo and I had my title.

It was from my long-time ( and I mean, long-time) favorite John Prine.  It was That’s The Way The World Goes Round and it just felt right.  There’s a line in the song, …naked as the eyes of a clown…, that always I always seem to hear when the song is playing, regardless of what I’m doing or how occupied my mind is.  There’s something in the song that triggers an innate alarm so that at the moment that line is aboout to be delivered my mind pushes aside whatever it is doing and stops to listen.

This piece seems to fit that line for me.  There’s a festive feel in the colors of the fields and the confetti-like sky but there’s a distant feeling there as well.  The dichotomy of a clown. 

So it has a title now and one that I very much like.  The painting is a 12″ by 36″ canvas and will be at the Principle Gallery in Alexandria, VA  on Friday.

Here’s a version of the song from John Prine, filmed many years ago as he sat around a kitchen table with friends.  It’s not a complete version and it’s interrupted with chit-chat but it’s charming and humorous.  Makes me want to sit around and swap songs with him…

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Let the World See... I’m pretty busy today, almost finished with the final touches on my show that opens next week at the Principle Gallery.  This has been a tough one to finish due to some chronic back problems that have slowed my pace as I move through my processes.  It makes me realize how precious the simple idea of movement is to my quality of life.  But it’s all part of the bargain so I slog on.

Thought I’d fill today with the piece shown here, Let the World See…, that is part of the show which opens next Friday, June 12, and a song from one of my favorites, John Prine.  This is a song titled In Spite of Ourselves and includes the distinctive voice of Iris Dement singing along.  It’s a catchy little ditty having Prine’s typical humor and wordplay and is a good listen.  

Have a great day and enjoy…

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Total FreedomI came across a snippet of an interview with Bob Dylan where he was asked about his favorite songwriters.  It was a short list with some interesting choices that might surprise some.  He mentioned the late Warren Zevon and Jimmy Buffett, two artists who were more or less pigeon-holed by the success of their best known hits.  For Zevon it was Werewolves of London and for Buffett, Margaritaville.  But when you look deeper into their work you find a treasure chest of beautifully written, poignant songs.  For instance, in the years before he became a caricature as the leader of the parrotheads (and vastly wealthy as a result) Buffett wrote several powerful albums.  Living and Dying in 3/4 Time is a beautiful album.  

But he also mentioned John Prine.  

I don’t know how well known he is among the general public but for me he has been a giant for about 35 years, writing simple songs that mix wit, wisdom and raw emotions.  His wordplay is wonderful and his melodies have deep hooks that instantly catch in my head.  His first album, John Prine, is packed with classics.  Angel From Montgomery, Sam Stone, Donald and Lydia, Six O’Clock News, Spanish Pipedream and on and on.  But my favorite is Paradise, a song wistfully recalling a young boy going with his parents to visit relatives in western Kentucky.

It brought to mind how the idea of paradise changes as we grow older, hopefully gaining wisdom.  When we’re young paradise is defined by place.  Where to find paradise.  For some, it might be a beach in the sun or a mountain in the snow.  For others, it’s being in the midst of a big city with everything at their fingertips.  We run to these places hoping to find what we define as a paradise.

But as we grow, we come to realize that paradise is not place.  You can be in the perfect place and still not be happy or fulfilled.  Paradise is an inside thing.  You have to find it in yourself to really find it.  Much like the kid in the Prine song.  Doing simple things in less than glamorous environments but feeling happy, safe and secure.  Kids can find paradise everywhere.

Anyway, I wanted to show this song.  There are other versions out there but I like this one from many years ago.  A much younger John Prine sings from his backyard.  Enjoy the paradise…

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