Audio CDs

Mary told us about:

A new song. A ballad of a rowdy man and a bad end. Another murder ballad. I wrote it tonight after fooling around on my ukulele until I came up with a riff that sounded old-timey and mournful, and then I started pasting lyrics across it. Pretty quickly, I realized it was going to be about someone’s death. I’ve been thinking a lot about those folks that you meet every now and then for whom violence seems to be a sort of first language for them: You look at them at the wrong moment and they push you up against a wall, and you can just tell they’re hoping you’ll take a swing at them. I don’t meet people like this often, and, when I do, I stay as far away from them as I can. I suppose I’m a drinker rather than a fighter. It’s been quite a long […]

View the complete post here.

Filed under: , , , , ,