And we’re back! Sorry for the lapse in posts. We moved into a new home and unpacking boxes isn’t the only thing I’ve been putting off. Now back to the show…
Maybe it is the cold, dreary weather over the last two days. But for whatever reason, I’ve been digging on Gram Parsons, Flying Burrito Brothers and other such “Cosmic American” music as Gram called it. Now we seem to have decided on Alt Country or Americana. Whatever it is, I like it.
Gram is responsible for evangelizing country music to his rock and folk music friends when country wasn’t cool. What they created is incredible. Probably the most important early rock convert was Keith Richards. The Stones responded with this tune. I think Gram’s melancholy voice brings something that I’ve never heard from Mick Jagger.
It’s something that I hate to admit, but the Bee Gees could actually put together dang good lyrics and melodies. Their arrangements are just atrocious in my opinion. But I digress. The fictionalized “Grand Theft Parsons” was on IFC the other night. When Gram Parsons, pioneer of country rock, died, his road manager Phil Kaufmann stole the body from LAX, drove it to Joshua Tree and set it ablaze to honor his dead friend’s wishes. Phil turned himself in afterwards but was only fined for stealing a coffin – not for stealing the body or burning it in the desert. I guess there wasn’t a law on the books for that. Now that is rock’n'roll. Here’s Gram and the Flying Burrito Brothers Band covering “To Love Somebody.”