Thursday, June 10, 2010

Johnny Cash


What are you listening to?

Johnny Cash.

At work today I helped take students to the mall and there was this one store that was closing so they had everything in the store on sale. So I ended up buying a used copy of Johnny Cash's final album for about five bucks. Let's see...it's called...(farmboy takes out the CD cover and looks for the title)..."Ain't No Grave."

Sounds great.

Yeah. You know, we're -- I guess I'm talking about Americans, but I wouldn't be surprised if some other countries are like this -- we tend to not listen to older singers. It's so fucked up. We, as a society, we can't wait to see the new 11-year-old genius on YouTube, but we'll ignore these other singers who have all that life experience.

I mean, listen to Johnny Cash. This is his final fuckin' album, and listen to all that emotion in his voice. It's almost overwhelming to me. I regret that I never recorded my father singing, and I actually think that Johnny Cash is the closest I'm going to get.

Wow.

Yeah, and the interesting thing to me is that I only really know Johnny Cash from recordings, yet his singing is so intimate (I don't know if that's really the right word) and you really feel like you know him. You know him so well from his singing! It's extraordinary.

You know, I realize that my life is markedly different because of Johnny Cash, because I would hear my father play that style, you know, that boom-chicka-boom style, the style I would eventually think of as coming from the Carter Family...

...Who Johnny Cash ended up being a part of, marrying June Carter Cash.

And God bless her.

That style I got from my father playing Johnny Cash songs. My father had started playing guitar again when I was, like, fourteen. He had learned how to play the guitar from an American Indian man...Native American. My father didn't know the names of chords and stuff. Anyway, I would hear him trying to teach my brother and I, of course, stole it and was heavily influenced by it.

Did your father teach you?

Not directly. My younger brother was supposed to be the family guitarist. My older brother was supposed to play the pedal steel guitar.

And you?

(laughs) I was supposed to be a fuckin' accountant! Can you believe that?

But I wasn't particularly hurt, because by that time I was pretty much on my musical way. I was a pretty ornery guy.

Were?

Fuckin' motherfuckin' sonovafuckin'bitch! (laughs) That's one of my best features, man.

I'm not arguing, farmboy.

I trust my fuckin' instincts. At least artistically. What can I say?

Hey, the CD is over. I'm gonna get some supper. Want some?

I would, but I have to go somewhere after this.

You ain't missin' much, amigo. Just leftover chicken vegetable soup that I made yesterday.

Boy, but I gotta tell you, I've had a great time discussing Johnny Cash. He's the man, man.

He's the best.

Abso-fuckin'-lutely, pal.





Tuesday, June 8, 2010

I learned I have to write like me


Oh man, I'm so...

Tired?

Uh, yeah, that too, but that wasn't what I was gonna say.

So what were you going to say?

Guilty. I feel guilty.

(joking) What did you do now, farmboy?

Hey, don't make fun of me. I ain't done nothin' to deserve that.

Sorry. So...what did or didn't you do now, farmboy?

I came home from work and did all sorts of what I call responsibility-type stuff. and I didn't play guitar.

So? Take a day off. It won't kill you, and you're the only one you have to answer to.

I know. That's the fuckin' problem.

How about you play guitar then?

I don't have the energy to do my usual practice session. I'm going to lose all the skill I have. And if I don't practice, that means I obviously don't take the music or myself seriously. And that means...

Farmboy!

Uh, what?

Stop it! Just go get your guitar. Go get it and play one song. Go ahead. I'll wait.

(Farmboy gets his guitar and plays one song.)

Okay, I played a song.

How did it feel?

All right, I guess. I felt kinda removed from it, which can happen when I'm super tired. But It was okay. I picked a song that I'm just now figuring out how to play, so that was good, 'cause I'm interested in it.

What song did you play?

"Tears of a Clown" by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles.

I love that song.

Oh, it's a great fuckin' song. Dig this:

If there's a smile on my face
It's only there trying to fool the public
But when it comes down to fooling you
My honey, that's quite a different subject
Now don't let my false expressions
Give you the wrong impression...

Just fuckin' brilliant, y'know. Bob Dylan once called Smokey Robinson his favorite poet.

I can see why.

And that's not even taking the music into consideration. That's just the lyrics! Man!

Would you like to write like Smokey Robinson. farmboy?

I'd like to write farmboy songs as good as Smokey Robinson writes his songs.

That's a great way to put it.

I saw John Prine years ago and I got all depressed 'cause he was just so fuckin' good.

He's great.

Fuckin' A, man, Prine's a fuckin' genius. As is Smokey. They're both themselves.

Original.

Completely. Anyway, that concert with Prine was where I learned I have to write like me.

And you have, farmboy.

That's what I strive for.

Listen, thank you for taking me seriously. That really helps.

My pleasure, farmboy. Will you be playing more guitar tonight?

Yeah, I'm sure I will.

Have fun with it.

But don't do it just because of guilt. One song at a time.

One song at a time. That's all you can do, y'know?


Monday, June 7, 2010

You're, like, my older friend


Hey, welcome back.

I didn't go anywhere.

I meant I just didn't hear from you for a couple of days. Are you okay, farmboy?

Oh,yeah. I'm fine. I just...time just got away from me this past weekend. Plus nothing really happened. I went to my brother's house and washed my clothes. (laughs) My life is so fuckin' exciting.

So you don't like this current lack of excitement?

Actually, I went through such a hard, depressing time earlier this year -- remember? -- that it's just fine to me. I've got too much music work to do to deal with any drama in my life right now. Right now the music stuff is easily the most important thing I got going.

I'm actually feeling good about my current lack of excitement. I worry about boring you, but the stuff that happened earlier this year really took a whole fuckin' lot out of me.

I remember. Don't ever worry about boring me.

See, the thing is, I've had therapy,you know, I've seen psychiatrists and psychologist and licenced social workers and counselors and what usually ends up happening is that I end up boring myself and I don't know what to say. I still don't get the point of therapy, which is not to say I don't get anything from it. I do. I've learned a lot about myself and how to deal with things. But I'm still not sure exactly what therapy is.

And yet you've...

Benefited from seeing these people? Yeah. I wonder if I've seen too many movies and TV shows about therapy, if that's influenced me too much. I mean, that's where I've probably seen the most of therapy, you know? That's what we all learn from, but that's entertainment. I'm not sure that's meant to be true.

It's good that you know that, that you're aware of that.

And you remember I'm not a therapist, right?

I'm not sure what the fuck you are. It's come to the point that I think of you as a friend, as -- I hope you don't take this in a bad way -- but you're, like, my older friend, the one who has experience and is helping me through my life.

I'll accept that.

Good. I do appreciate you, you know? I don't say it much.

You say it plenty, farmboy.

If that's true, I'm glad I do. 'Cause it's true, man.

Friday, June 4, 2010

That seed of inspiration


I want to write a new song. So I'm going to have to keep my curiosity and my intuition on the prowl this weekend, or whenever I get the idea or that seed of inspiration or whatever the fuck I need to start writing a song. One thing I've learned is you can't really force there things, but it's just a fuckin' good thing to just write.

Anything?

Anything. Just writing is a good thing, even it's it's just a little while. Gotta keep those muscles movin', workin', y'know?

You've actually been writing quite a bit lately.

It feels so fuckin' good to have new songs. I'm far enough on the other songs I've been working on to be able to take on a new song. (laughs) It seems so fuckin' weird to me that I'm doing all this talking about songwriting like it's a business or a science or whatever.

Because, when it comes down to it, it's all just a mystery to me. Which, incidentally, I kinda like, y'know?

Something that makes me very proud of you, farmboy, is to see how hard you're working. I see you coming home from work when you're bone-tired and get out your guitar and play and sing. You seem really committed to your music.

You're proud of me?

Yes, farmboy.

Cool.

I really want this music stuff to be like play to a kid, you know,like it's not really work. I want it to be fun. That's not asking too much, is it?

Depends. Are you willing to put in the work?

Fuckin' yeah.

Then it's not to much to ask.

I'm glad. 'Cause this songwriting stuff is not gonna ending anytime soon.


Thursday, June 3, 2010

"Waterloo Sunset"


Oh man, I am so tired like you wouldn't believe.

Try me.

It happens a few weeks before the summer break starts. It just all catches up with you. Then I run errands and do business and then I go home and play the guitar and I...I feel like I can barely do it, you know? Because I'm so tired. But, you know, I have to play at least some guitar a day. At that point it's maintenance playing.

So I've been taking naps and yawning a lot and being more involved with songwriting and reading less. Which is a fuckin' shame, you know? It's good to always have a song going and it's good to always have a book you're reading. Even if it's just mindless entertainment, it's still reading.

You know, when you're feeling okay, everything always ends up as writing songs.

Oh yeah, that's the way to live! I am proud of myself that I do that unconsciously. Of course, I also realize that pride is one of the seven deadly sins, right?

I wouldn't even think about that right now, farmboy. Taking pride in yourself is not something you do often. Or at least from what I've seen.

Uh, I was just trying to be funny.

Point taken.

Back to writing songs...I want to start a new one soon. I don't know what it's about or what the rhythm is or anything. I'm lookin' though.

Have you played guitar today, farmboy?

Yeah. I played my newest song and I played this great song by the Kinks called "Waterloo Sunset." Such a sad, beautiful song.

I remember that song. It's told from the point of view of someone who only observes life instead of living it.

Yeah. Maybe that's why I relate to it. (laughs)

But it's also beautiful music, a great melody and the vocals...Maybe I relate to it lyrically and musically.

Nothing wrong with that.

You fuckin' got that right.


Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Life is blessedly okay


Hey, man, I hope you don't mind if we don't talk too long.

That's okay. How are you, farmboy? Tired?

Tired and I'm waiting for the damned school year to end. But there's still, like, two and a half weeks more to go, so I can't check out yet.

And speaking about checking out, I'm just checking in, saying "Here I am, how are you, life is blessedly okay." I don't take it for granted.

You doin' okay?

Yeah. A little tired, perhaps, but generally good.

Glad to hear it.

You want to go to sleep, farmboy? You sound really tired.

Oh, man, I'm just fuckin' exhausted. I'm sorry.

No reason to be. Good night, farmboy.

Good night, pal.


Sunday, May 30, 2010

This is why I was born


You know what I've been thinking about lately?

No. Hey, what have you been thinking about lately?

I've been thinking that this writing songs thing, it can conquer all. I mean, like, even when you die your recordings remain for awhile. This songwriting thing, you know, it's a pretty good thing to be gifted in. I hope God knows I appreciate it.

I'm sure God knows. That's a pretty good observation.

Thanks. I'm proud of it.

You know what I'm looking forward to?

No. What are you looking forward to?

Sleeping in just my shorts with the window open and the blue sky above. Watermelon and nectarines. I'm looking forward to summer.

It's almost here, farmboy.

About fuckin' time, Hey, back to songwriting...I've decided that I always want to be working on a song now. I think I'm happier, I think I know my own purpose on this here planet when I'm working on a song. You know, when I'm just walkin' around and I cant get it out of my head and I keep going over the lyrics and I'm working out the guitar arrangement and...

There's a lot involved.

Oh, man, is there ever. But it's the best fuckin' thing ever.

You're certainly good at it.

Really? You think so?

I do. What do you think?

Um...I'm not sure what I think. I mean, I would think that every writer who's any good believes in what he or she is doing.

Do you think they're good songs?

Well, they're the best I can do. Or they're pretty close to the best I can do.

But do you think that they are good songs?

(quietly) Yeah. Yes I do.

See? That wasn't that hard, was it?

Well, yeah, it was hard.

It gets easier with practice.

I don't know. I'm not comfortable saying to people "Listen, I write great fuckin' songs."

You don't have to say it to anyone. I just want you to know that you write good songs.

Okay. I see. I do know that I write good songs. I know it in my heart.

Really?

Yeah. That's what kinda makes things hard sometimes. For most things in my life I think I'm a piece of shit. And then there's these songs, and not only do I believe in them, I'm also fairly confident that they're good. And confident is not a word I associate with myself.

But you're confident in your songwriting?

Yeah. I'm confused about everything else, but I'm sure of my songwriting ability. This is why I was born.

Wow, farmboy. This is great to hear.

Do you want to know what I've been thinking?

Okay, what have you been thinking?

This belief you have in your songs -- it's a good foundation.

Foundation to what?

To whatever you want it to be.

I knew you'd say that. You can never let things be easy.