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Special Guest Post: Music Copyrights and Wrongs – Time to Kook a Burra, Mate!

Have you ever heard a song...for the first time...that flat-out resonates with you. Instantly, at first listen, it becomes one of your classic "go-to" songs?  The kind that never fails to bring a bit of joy to your day or your life.  I have. 

I have also come across a scant few people in my life that have made me feel that same way. One of those people is my good mate, Kip. I met Kip when I lived in Australia. Actually, we met at a Stones gig. How fitting.

Fitting indeed that we should meet at live music gig (the Stones!). Kip and I are music fans to the core. Fortunately we dig on the same styles and are joined at the musical hip.  Over the years we have shared many a musical experience ranging from live shows, song swapping and story telling to introductions to new music, old faves and lost classics. 

We also share a passion for the stories that are part of the DNA of the songs and the lore of the legends we love. We've shared many a beer just waxing on tale tales about our heroes. Every now and then we would hold a music summit. We would meet up at one another's flats with a bag full of sounds and just let 'em rip...for hours.

Kip is one of the most tried and true (blue) Aussies I have ever met. That being said he is traveling soul, too. Kip spent a decade in living in NYC. His musical exploits and brushes with fame would keep you entertained for hours. For while Kip earned his living as a journalist. He wrote for, to name a few, travel magazines, Sports Illustrated and...drumroll please...Rolling Stone magazine.  

I love Kip's work...you should read one of his emails...and am very happy to have him contributing to The 6149.  I think he just raised the stakes on me!

Cool Kip Fact!  AC/DC played at Kip's high school dance some 30+ years ago. You heard that right...Angus and Bon playing a high school gig when the band first started out. Beat THAT!

Kip is a loyal reader and commenter at The 6149 (thanks, mate). I asked him if he wanted to write something for us from time to time. Fortunately, that stoked his creative fire. Kip has pulled together his first 6149 post for our reading enjoyment. 

They say "write about what you know" and Kip has done just that: music and Australia. Kip has a crack at sussing out the recent copyright squabble over Men at Work's "Down Under" (I like the bit on "quoting" as it relates to jazz).  

Have at it Kipster...
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Music Copyrights and Wrongs – Time to Kook a Burra, Mate!

The mainstream music world was rocked recently. No, it wasn’t because new illegal download figures had been released. And it wasn’t because the Stones had announced their retirement. It was all due to a lawsuit being upheld against the writers of an iconic 80s anthem.

Australian Federal Court judge Peter Jacobson ruled that the flute passage in Down Under, Men At Work's popular new wave ode to life in the antipodes bears a resemblance to Kookaburra Sits In The Old Gum Tree, a children's folk tune written 75 years ago by a humble Aussie schoolteacher.

"I have come to the view that the flute riff in Down Under . . . infringes on the copyright of 'Kookaburra,' because it replicates in material form a substantial part of Ms. Sinclair's 1935 work," stated the judge in his ruling. Men At Work’s lead singer and songwriter, Colin Hay, maintains that the flute passage was unconsciously borrowed by the band’s flute player (not a writer of the song) during a performance, several years after it was written. The brief interlude, therefore, was part of the arrangement, not a part of the original composition.

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To me, though, the question shouldn’t be whether a riff was borrowed consciously or unconsciously, or was part of the composition or the arrangement. And it’s not about who owes whom money. The question now is whether culture can grow and thrive under conditions where a few notes can land you in a courtroom.

Copyright exists to give artists a monopoly on their work and to incentivise further creativity — this benefits society, because we all want new music and art, and the more the better. Too much regulation, though, and copyright starts to stifle creativity. No art, whether it’s literature, painting or music, is created in a vacuum — all works borrow (consciously or not) from the artistic milieu in which they were conceived. If an artist has to be afraid lest a tiny corner of his or her composition contains a recognisable element from somebody else’s, art suffers, and society suffers.

As Harvard copyright professor Lawrence Lessig has pointed out, where would writing be if you had to secure permission from the rights-holder of a text when you wanted to quote a paragraph for illustration or review? It’s too absurd to contemplate. Yet in other media, we are headed increasingly in that direction. It’s a good time to be a lawyer, but not to be an artist.

That there was a connection with the Kookaburra song was seemingly taken as a fait accompli by the judge, but I can’t remember it ever entering my mind, and friends that I’ve asked are similarly confounded. Voltaire once said that anything too stupid to be said is sung. Judge Jacobson should have dusted-off an eight track deck prior to handing down his queer judgement.

The judge made much of Hay’s admission of conscious or unconscious references, but there hasn’t been a piece of music written that wasn’t unconsciously referencing some past song, at least since Mozart (he was the deaf one, wasn’t he?). Robert Plant was gracious enough to admit that songwriters are one long line of beggars and thieves, and how can that not be so.

I think any reasonable person would suggest that whatever similarity was found, the supposed lifting of a few notes added exactly nothing to the value of the work, or its popularity, and should be compensated at that level. And that’s before we even get into the argument about whether copyright should be maintained some 75 years after the original ditty was penned, and a decade or so after the writer’s death.

The money is a big issue, but it’s the principle that stinks.

After the surprise ruling, Hay published a lengthy and very emotional statement. "The copyright of 'Kookaburra' is owned and controlled by Larrikin Music Publishing, more specifically by a man named Norm Lurie. Larrikin Music Publishing is owned by a multi-national corporation called Music Sales. I only mention this as Mr. Lurie is always banging on about how he's the underdog, the little guy. Yet, he is part of a multi-national corporation just like EMI Music Publishing. It's all about money, make no mistake," he wrote.

You know, Colin has a point.

"It is indeed true, that Greg Ham unconsciously referenced two bars of 'Kookaburra' on the flute, during live shows after he joined the band in 1979, and it did end up in the Men At Work recording," Hay conceded. "When Men At Work released the song 'Down Under' through CBS Records (now Sony Music), in 1982, it became extremely successful. It was, and continues to be, played literally millions of times all over the world, and it is no surprise that in over 20 years, no one noticed the reference to 'Kookaburra.'"

Well, Colin certainly has a point, there, too.

If any of the “Men At Work” did notice the imitation, they surely would have assumed that the song was ‘traditional’ and in the public domain. A payout to a rights-holding company nearly a century later in no way helps the author. It does nothing for struggling artists today, just as none of the millions paid for his paintings go to Vincent Van Gogh. Property law and art are poles apart. The law should change.

The most likely thing, I reckon, is that flautist Greg Ham “quoted” the riff as a clever and witty way of underlining and reinforcing the Australiana vibe of the song. Quoting is a jazz expression used when a soloist consciously references another song, generally during an improvisation. It is a common device and it is generally understood to be a compliment, not a rip-off. Maybe if they’d used that line of defence and offered some sort of compensation to the Kookaburra people the whole matter could’ve been settled amicably. Dunno. It’s all about money, I hear.

However, now that His Honour has handed down his verdict, can we expect that common sense takes control and damages are assessed at say $100, with all parties to pay their own costs? Sadly, I doubt it.

I went to see the musical Wicked the other day. Unmistakeably in the overture there are a few bars of Somewhere over the Rainbow. But I’ll shut up for $50,000.

Of course, this particular case occurs in the middle of a world-wide panic amongst luddite music labels over the matter of illegal downloading and file sharing, so I wonder if the times just did not suit Hay and his co-defenders?

Now, there might be something of a witch-hunt mentality surrounding illegal downloads (though I don’t think many professional musicians think so), and there is certainly a good argument that current copyright laws are badly drawn, have become draconian and exploitative and are inhibiting creative expression, the complete opposite of what they were originally designed to do, but it seems to me that even if all that were not the case, there is still a minor argument for compensation being paid to the Kookaburra copyright owner.

But that compensation should be fair. I saw an article in the aftermath of the case where Norm Lurie suggested he was seeking 40-60% of the royalties from Down Under and that strikes me as insane, even as a bargaining position. Less than one percent would be reasonable for “his” contribution to the track.So I feel a great deal of sympathy for Colin Hay. In part because he’s a great musician — I’ve seen his solo shows a bunch of times and many of his solo albums are simply brilliant — and in part because I think it really would be a serious injustice if he was forced to cough up 40-60% of the royalties from Down Under. But in an age where musicians, quite legitimately, worry about their work being stolen in the form of illegal downloads and other sorts of unauthorised transfers, and where major labels have made a point of suing individuals over such infringements, you can hardly expect musicians themselves to be exempt from having their use of copyrighted material questioned.

Possibly the most famous plagiarism suit is the 1970 George Harrison classic, My Sweet Lord vs. the minor 1963 Chiffons’ hit, He's So Fine.

George was gigging in Copenhagen with Delaney and Bonnie in late ‘69. He remembered the song that became "My Sweet Lord" was conceived when he slipped away from a yawn-inducing press conference and began "vamping" some guitar riffs, fitting the chords to the words "Hallelujah" and "Hare Krishna." Later, members of the band joined in, fired-up a doobie and the dreamy lyrics developed from there. Although Harrison is solely credited with the birth of "My Sweet Lord," the song obviously had many mid-wives. Legendary keyboard side-man and ad-libbing genius Billy Preston was also in attendance that day.

In 1994 John Fogerty was sued for self-plagiarism after leaving Fantasy Records and pursuing a solo career with Warners. Fantasy still owned the rights to the CCR library and sound. Saul Zaentz, the owner of Fantasy, claimed Fogerty's song "Old Man Down the Road" was a copy of the CCR toon "Run Through the Jungle." The court, in a moment of inspired ‘juris obvious’, made the landmark judgement that an artist cannot plagiarise himself. Zaentz was arrested later that night for raping himself.

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Have a go at these tunes...no worries, you won't get sued for playing them.

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The Devil Made Me Do it ("big-box record stores are such a drag...")

As a rule, I can't stand giving my money to the big-box record store chains. There is no feel there, no personality and certainly no charm. Its all profits and loss and debits and credits. This is not to say that our independent record store friends aren't in the game to make some bread...they are. It is just that these guysΒ aren't afraid to leave a little blood on the tracks.Β 

When I was living in Sydney Australia, I only bought my music from one shop and one shop only...Mojo Music (see pic for a snap of the shop). Β The owner (I calls him The Kingfish) runs a bow-down operation. Check out this post to learn a bit about the most down-right, damn-straight, hot shit record shop south of the sun: "If you ever get lonely, you go to the record shop and visit all of your friends...".

All that being said...I'm a fucking rat-fink. Β I went to the dark-side the other day...the HMV on Oxford St. in London. I wanted to pick up the latest/last release from my ol' pal Johnny Cash. Β I figured I would pick this up in a quick dash and grab to get a new release. Usually I love to hunt forΒ buriedΒ treasure only found in used vinyl shop. Β Anyhow, this newbie is the last in theΒ AmericanΒ Recording series from Rick Rubin & Johnny: "American Recordings VI: Ain't No Grave". Β It is a stellar swan-gsong from a lost legend. This record is still riding towards the setting sun...I miss Johnny Cash.Β 

I went down the bottom floor of the HMV and saw two things that knocked me out: a full on dedicated display to ACE Records and a country music section that was, well, a country-mile wide.Β 

ACE Records' HQ is here in London, so I wasn't surprised to see the display...but sho' nuff if it didn't look impressive. Β 

I found me a blue ribbon prize in the country section, too...black gold. Β I picked up my fave Willie Nelson album...on a shinny new piece of vinyl, no less. Β This is my favorite Willie period. During this time he made the records he wanted and had a full-on, all-out ball doing it with his Family Band.Β 

Here are three ditties from Ol' Willie from that chestnut of an album: "Shotgun Willie", "Devil in a Sleepin' Bag" & "Stay All Night". Β The last song is a live version of the song...listen to Willie riff on Trigger (that's his trusty old guitar for those of you who don't know).Β 

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p.s. Hey Kingfish...sorry about going into HMV. Β It won't happen again...

     
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"It Might Get LOUD" (it damn well better be)

I just scored tix to see the UK premier of "It Might Get Loud".  It is going to be at the, star-studded, mind you, Hammersmith Apollo on the 15th December

Do you know of it?  It is a documentary about three guitar players from three generation and three very different backgrounds. Maybe you heard of these guys: Jimmy Page, The Edge & Jack White. The scene is set for these three gun slingers to meet on an empty sound stage, start talking about their own story about how got into the guitar and then, [cue the spontaneity] hopefully a three-pronged jam will breakout.

Here is the trailer:

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I like rock documentaries much better than I like straight-up rock concert films. I want to learn something when I watch music. I love the stories behind songs and albums and artists. I sued to love the Behind the Music series on VH1. Even when they had an artist on I didn't particularly like, I still watched for the story.  Too bad it got drunk on hubris. I kept watching until I could no longer stand to see its show formula dry hump the legs of the performers until it turned into a parody of its former self.

Rock-Docco best done by someone who is passionate about the subject. Taylor Hackford is a great rock-docco/film director. He did Hail! Hail! Rock and Roll, the biting look the life and (fucked up) times of Chuck Berry.  He did his best to make a glory film about Chuck even thought Chuck gave him a shit fight of a time. The deluxe version has loads of great interviews with rock and blues legends.  

There is a GREAT interview with a very, very drunk...absolutely shitfaced...Jerry Lee Lewis on the deluxe version that is worth the extra bread (couldn't find it anywhere on the web).

Scorsese is another one. While I didn't really like all that he did with his latest on the Stones ("Shine a Light"), he has done some damn good work, a la The Last Waltz" and  the Bob Dylan docco, "No Direction Home".

If you want to see a PHENOMENAL music documentary, watch "Respect Yourself: The Story of Stax Records" RIGHT NOW! If you don't fall in love with this, you have no soul. Here is a promo clip for it.  When I saw Steve Cropper & Duck Dunn (remaining MGs) in Sydney two years ago, they played this clip from the movie before the show. The MGs were opening for this young Aussie wanker-pop-star. He went to Memphis to blood suck the soul music legacy to supplement his lack of creative song-writing talent. Cropper produced his album and was supporting it on this punk's Aussie tour. 

I guess you know who I was there to see.

They showed this to make sure the Aussie audience knew that they knew just who the hell was up there...MUSIC LEGENDS. My old buddy Nev, owner of Mojo Music in Sydney, used to say about Cropper (one of his heroes): "Steve Cropper...never played a bumb note in his life. Agreed, Nev.

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Here is a list of all of my music DVDs. You'll see that the majority of them are rock-doccos:

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The night I witnessed Willie Nelson make a room full of grown women breakdown and cry

It was somewhere close to 11:30pm, we had been drinking all day and my apartment was full of chicks. Well, let me qualify that for you: the chicks  were actually my wife and her four best girl friends. We did in fact drink all day, out on a boat on Sydney harbour....and in a string of bars...and, finally, back in our apartment. 

As was the case, and as I am want to do in situations like that one, turned to the stereo.

Usually when I kick-off a late night song splurge, I pour myself a tall glass of Wild Turkey with plenty of ice. The occasion in question though called for something with a little more moxie: The Grievous Angel.  

What is the Grievous Angel?  It has only two ingredients: Mango Gatorade and Jose Cuervo (your mouth is watering, isn't it?). I only break out this particular libation for creating late night stereo vibrations. It's origins date back to living in Florida, playing my tunes at top volume, hankering for a mood alteration and only having only the two aforementioned ingredients on hand.  

Like they say, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with..."

With drink in hand, I started to pull songs from my vast collection in hopes of turing the girls on to new stuff.  Once they were knee deep in a serendipitous sound sampling, I decided to throw 'em a (country) curve: Willie Nelson. 

"Willie Nelson?!", they yelled out in unison. "Please don't play Willie Nelson. If you are going to play country, at least put on some Brad Paisley or Keith Urban".

[silence]

After they picked me up from the floor and wiped away the blood that tricked from my ears, I attempted to teach them a lesson about country music. 

"Country music," I told them, "comes in four flavours: Willie, Johnny, Waylon and Merle. There is no room in country music for candy-assed cowboys, "guyliner" or GAP ad posers. Just because you sing about your truck, heartache and BBQs doesn't mean you are fucking country singer".

They laughed at me: "What do we want with that craggy ol' country fossil anyhow?" 

Surely the drink had gotten to them. They were delirious, crazed from the heat, strung out on hubris...but, they persisted.

"What makes you think Willie Nelson is going to be able to sing anything that'll make us swoon over him? He looks like his horse has been riding him for all these years. He was lucky Julio Iglesias let him sing with him". 

Things were getting out of control and really staring to amuse themselves. I had to put a stop to it and there was only one thing left to do...take a deep swig of the Grievous Angel, give the gals a steely look and pull out the big gun: "Song for You"

Do you know this song?  It was written by Leon Russell in 1970. Aside from Willie's version, it was most famously covered by Donnie Hathaway (another personal fave performer of mine). Here is a wikipedia link for the song if you want to see who else covered it (please, I BEG of you, forget the fact that Michael Buble covered this song...in fact, forget that Michael Buble ever existed).

"Song for You" is a flat out heartache no matter who sings it (aside from "you know who"..."MB"). I love the Willie version best.  If you didn't know it before, after listening to his vocal, you know that that his voice is one of the true treasures of American music. It is not just country, it is Country; USA...pilgrims; pioneers; patriots.

For my my money it is one of the best straight vocal performance ever put on record. It is such a clean vocal. It has depth and sincerity and feels like an apology, a love letter and a pleading, yearning request for forgiveness and appreciation.  Seriously...I am not overstating this. Really...

The girls decided to give me and Willie one shot to win them over. I played "Song for You" for them. I quieted the room, turned the lights down a bit, moderated the volume to give the vocal the right effect, and I hit play....

Have you ever had a good cry?  The ones that make everything right and cause you to laugh out loud? You're not really sure why you are crying, but you feel the need to just emote. Yes? No? Well, this is what the room felt like at the end of that song. The girls that had never heard it (my wife excluded) sat quietly until sniffles and tears gave way to smiles and call-outs to "play it again...in fact, don't stop playing it".

I knew it would work.  We played the song over and over again until one by one they started to nod off. I had tried to play other Willie tunes, but it was too late...they had been sweetly seduced by the Redheaded Stranger. 

They swooned for Willie.
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You should have a listen to the other two versions I recommend: the original version by Leon Russell (again, he wrote the song) and the incredible, soul-drenched version by Donny Hathaway:

Also, you MUST watch this video of Leon, Willie and Ray Charles do this song on one of Willie's primetime TV "Willie & Friends" specials. Ray was in bad health and there was question if he could make the show. He ended up not only making the show, but stealing it with his performance here.  

Watch Willie get lost in Ray's presence as he tries to hold back his own tears. Shit, I just stopped writing to watch it again...son of a bitch choked me right up. Whew. Powerful.

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Post Script: 

When these girls flew from the States to visit us in Sydney in 2008, they all stayed at our apartment. Four women visitors, a wife, two dogs and me in one apartment. Can you imagine the shit-fight I would have had trying to get into the ONE bathroom?  

I was a bit scared about this..until my wife approached me with one of the best ideas she has EVER come up with. She said, "Would you mind if I just rented you a small hotel room in the city while the girls are here?"  

Reason #108 why I love my wife.  

Ah the bachelors life...just like riding a bike. I felt like I was in my Boston apartment again: no TV, only beer and water in the fridge and music playing 24-7 (minus all the other stuff...because playing bachelor is much different that actually being one).

Here are some snaps of my (temporary) home-sweet-home.

     
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We Touched Bottom...

Tomorrow we leave Sydney for London.

Our time in Sydney was excellent.  

We didn't just dip our toes in the water.  We dove in head first and went deep enough to touch bottom.  When we resurface, we'll be in London.

Thanks to all our friends in Sydney.  Your hospitality, generosity and friendship meant a lot. 

Thanks to all of our friends & family back home for their support and for keeping us tethered to all the goings-on in the States.

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Feel Like Goin' Home: a playlist for homesick ramblers...

You can always go home again...at least that's what they tell me. Almost five years ago my wife and I moved to Sydney Australia. Since then I have not yet once planted a foot on American soil.  I had always intended to go back for a visit, but I never prioritised it. Actually, sometimes I was an actual victim of circumstance and other times I chose to travel other places. 

When I got to Sydney I had six weeks to explore the city and then I started a full time MBA program.  This full time MBA program (Macquarie Graduate School of Management) was an intense 12 month program. "Intense" is a good word for it.  I had one five hour class Monday through Thursday and then the rest of my waking hours were spent on individual and group projects. Fortunately I could afford to turn it into a 15 month program to lighten some of the load. 

Once I graduated, I started the job search straight away.  In hindsight I should have gone back to visit my family after I graduated.  I didn't because I had a contracting gig in the fire and wanted to strike while it was hot. Between the day I started the contract job and found full-time employment, seven months had passed. 

There were roughly 12 days off in between each term in the MBA.  My wife and I jumped on a few planes and did as many quick trips as we could in that time.  We went to the Red Centre in Australia and visited Uluru, Hong Kong, The Great Ocean Road, The Great Barrier Reef (at a cool resort called Heron Island) and a few other shorter Aussie trips. 

After the MBA we did more extensive traveling. We did a three week holiday in India.  We went North to the Jaipur and Agra (sat at the Taj Mahal at sundown on xmas eve...cool), onto Mumbai to attend a friend's wedding and then down south to Hampi and Kerola for some R&R. 

We also did a three week cruise throughout the Mediterranean, making stops in Italy, Greece, Turkey, Croatia and then back for a stay in Rome for a few nights (Rome was my hands-down fave spot).

Travel Pics:

           
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When we got here to Sydney we thought we may be here three years max. That being said, we wanted to make sure we did as much travel "over here" as possible.  Arguably we didn't even do that.  I kept thinking that a trip home would be a missed opportunity for a trip to someplace I hadn't been. 

Sadly, I have not seen my family that much due to this. They did come to Australia for a few weeks over xmas & new years in 2007.  All up, I have seen them about 24 days since I left in 2005!  Wow. Not good. 

This year I committed myself to going home.  I bought tickets to go back in August and September.  In fact...I am supposed to be there right now...literally. I even bought tickets to go see the Allman Brothers (which I told you about here) and to the Red Sox.  My family was excited as was I. Finally I was going home.  Goin' home...

Not so fast. In between booking flights and making plans to go home, we ended up deciding to move to London. Long story short, we leave Sydney on the 5th September after nearly five years and move on to London to have a go of it there. Due to this I had to cancel my trip home. I am very close to being disowned. 

So now I will have left home and moved to Australia and London without making it back to the States.  That feels wrong. The good thing is that I will be much closer to home once in London.  I plan on making a few "long weekend" trips back home as soon as possible to see the Fam and to wave the flag a bit. 
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While I was prepping for my return trip to the States, I made a "Going Home" playlist.  My intention was to burn it to CDs and distribute to my family and closest friends.  That ain't gonna happen.  Just the same, it is a good collection of tunes that need to be shared. I have attached the playlist for your listening pleasure. 

I started out making it by creating a smart playlist in itunes to grab all songs with "home" in the title. Then I sifted through and found ones that hit the note for me. I also threw in three other non-"home" titles. 

There were two songs that Grooveshark did not have in it's trove of tunes. I have included them here because the are important to this project.
  • Charlie Rich - "Feel Like Goin' Home (Demo)": I started exploring Charlie Rich after I read about him in Peter Guralnick's excellent book, "Lost Highway".  I went out and bought Charlie's "Essential" and gave it a whirl.  When this song came on it stopped me cold. This was RAW and powerful. It fell un-produced and real and it made me want to create this playlist. I think I listened to it a dozen times in a row.  There is a studio version on the album that is more lush.  I like this one because it is a naked as the day it was written. 
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  • Junior Walker - "Way Back Home": A bit of an obscure one; that is what makes it cool.  It had such a different feel than the Charlie tune.  This one is a celebration with a party going on in the background.  Junior always gets me out of my chair and has me doing the chicken wing. 
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Here are some highlights of the set:
  • "Goin' Home" - The Derek Trucks Band version and the Charley Patton original: Listen to the DTB first.  This is off their phenom 2009 album, "Already Free".  It is fresh and vibrant, but old timey just the same. Now go listen to Patton's version.  It is gruff and raw, but has an optimistic feel to it.  DBT captured that and brought it into 2009.  I love 'em both...
  • Chuck Berry - "Back int he U.S.A": when you think "U.S.A" music...Chuck Berry is near the top of a defining sound. This one made me feel like being picked up in a red Caddy at the airport and driving faaast back to New Hampshire. 
  • Gram Parsons - "Hickory Wind" (Byrds version):  If I ever feel homesick I put this song on.  I replace some locations (N.H. for S. Carolina) and tree types (elms for pines...Keene N.H. is the "Elm City") and sing myself back home. 
  • Bob Dylan - "I Was Young When I Left Home": It is a song/story about a young man who rambled far from home and didn't write, even though he knew he should. His homecoming was not fun one.  It is a good reminded to get home and see my family.

Grab a cold one and a picture of some loved ones and kick back with the rest...

 

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The Hardware Store Philosopher of Balmain.

The hardware store used to be the centre of the universe in small towns of the 50's and 60's.
 
As far as one man in Balmain, NSW Australia is concerned...it still is.
 
"Tools of the trade" are not reserved just for rakes and levels. Sometimes the pen is mightier than the hammer.
 

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"Strike another match, go start anew..." (Goodbye Sydney, hello London)

Here we go again. Four and a half years ago we landed in Sydney ready for a new experience. Now, we move on to London ready for more.
 
Keep on, keepin' on...

  
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The Lord Nelson & it's Spawn

   
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Why do pints of beer taste so much better in the middle of a work day? Sydney Australia, that's why...

Sydney Australia has the best day time pubs. In the 4.5 years I have lived here I have never met a pub that has rubbed me the wrong way.
 
Right now I am at The Lord Nelson enjoying a hand crafted Aussie pale ale called, Three Sheets. It tastes so damn good that I can't decide whether to sit back and enjoy it or drink it quick to get to the next.
 
This is a very old pub; one of Sydney's oldest. It is a beautiful sandstone structure with huge paneglass windows. It is 2:30pm on a Thursday and it is packed. It feels old in here...historical and well- worn, but no where near daggy or stale. The sun is shining in, people are smiling and beer glasses are full or being filled (they brew their own here and it is top notch).
 
A sunny Thursday afternoon in a Sydney pub...beer in hand and happy as all hell.

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