Song of the day. Saw these guys live at the Grand Ol’ Opry in Nashville a few years back. Well worth the trip, as is Nashville in general for that matter. Anyway, rock me mamma, rock me…
4 days? Has a slightly terrifying ring to it eh? More final checks today, weeding out minor mistakes, smiling at my favourite bits of the book – and then being slightly surprised that I still have favourite bits after reading it 50 or so times. Not a bad position to be in I reckon.
Anyway today’s musical interlude is brought to you by a jet powered mandolin and one of the finest musicians to ever pluck a string – the late, great Bill Monroe. This is one of those fine songs which both makes you wish you could play an instrument and delivers the decisive hammer blow of letting you know that you’ll probably never, ever be as good as a true master. The lyrical subject is based in some aspect of way back American politics that I know nothing about, despite being able to make a solid attempt at remembering all the words when I’ve had a drink or two and the mood is on me. But when it comes to music a lack of understanding should never be viewed as a problem.
Bill Monroe died only a few years back if memory serves so whilst it doesn’t amount to much I’d like to dedicate this little post to him. As well as attributing a small portion of my ability to soldier through the creation of Crashed America to his work and the effect it had on my weary, word blind brain.
My musical count down to the release of Crashed America continues today with the Old Crow Medicine Show. I lucked out when I had the chance to hear these guys at the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville, Tennessee and they were spectacular. In the midst of some venerable Old Country and some broadly shit New Country they stood out as a continuation of the toe tapping, banjo pickin’, moonshine drinkin’, beer bottle throwin’, clog dancin’, go a bit crazy with excitement, Bluegrass tradition which is much maligned by those who don’t know it and much loved by those who do.
If you ever get the chance to see them live I can’t recommend it enough, even if my own experience was only a few songs long at the end of the Opry radio show.
In more novel related news the paperback proof copy of Crashed America is on it’s way. Which means I’m cutting things incredibly fine for the release date of May 1st but fear, stress and panic have always been the best motivators so in an odd sort of way it’s all going according to plan. And on a side note the first site to list Crashed America for pre-order is Barnes & Noble so if the Nook is your thing click here and get your order in.