Well my musical tastes have always tended towards the morbid side of the folksong catalogue--a typical set of covers I might do would include "Cold Missouri Waters" (death by fire), "Kelly's Mountain" (shot by lover's father), "Vincent Black Lightning" (shot by police), lately "Caney Fork River" (drowning), "Workers' Song" (working class as cannon fodder), and "Peter's Dream" (discouraged fisherman sinks his boat with a shotgun). As you see, I am a fun guy.

Part of the reason I do those songs though is that they express stuff that is not really present in my peaceable existence, and visible personality. (That's sort of how I became the notorious Willie-O).

I haven't played any of those songs since last Tuesday. Today I started learning "Beeswing", R Thompson's aching chronicle of loss and longing, but nobody dies. I'll be at that for awhile.

Also, Marion was over for her guitar lesson and we worked on "Mary Ellen Carter". That's always worth a go.

Upstairs, Pied Pumkin's CD is playing "Fear of Flying". Funny how many songs you suddenly think differently of.

Bill