From the way-way-wayback machine…
Another fine example of a modern songsmith carrying on the noble tradition of murder ballads. It’s been covered by a number of fine artists as well.
Marie is not the typical murder ballad. There’s no real murder. It’s a death by poverty. But poverty is murder, and this song’s as sad as any of the others I’ve posted.
Hard to imagine this life (video)…
Words are unnecessary here. Just sit back and watch.
Some of the greatest songwriters in our nation’s history have written some excellent murder ballads. Woody Guthrie is a bright, shining example. 1913 Massacre describes a miner’s Christmas ball that is disrupted by tragedy at the hands of the copper bosses and their thugs.
Sabina came to me asking to see the seating chart for Patriot Center for the March 19 Pentatonix show that she and I will be attending. After seeing the seats (113 Row W), I convinced her that we should trade in her seats for General Admission floor seats. Despite her initial objections (worries about seeing over tall people) I managed to distill my years of concertgoing experiences and convey the important message of being as close to the action as possible. Plus, as a tiny girl, she’ll be able to squeeze up front.
The disadvantage, aside from the additional expense, is that she will no longer be close to her Internet fan friends way up in section 112. But please, GA floor is ALWAYS better than nosebleeds.
I think she hopes to be this girl.
She was singing a camp song this evening — she’s going to be a counselor this summer at camp. So I told her she should teach her campers this one. Sophie just about lost her mind laughing.