Music... I Listened to Some

@Sasquatch9billion some of the best days of my life entail lounging around the turntable, stretched out on the floor staring at the ceiling, and swapping deep tracks with my son. So very cool. What a cool thing you are passing on to your kid.

One day when he was in Jr high my son raved about Green Day. Then I played him a few of the bands that Green Day was aping. He stopped raving about Green Day.

Music, the outdoors, and literature. But first, always, music. Here he is at J Tree in this month's Nat Geo. He likes to DJ the desert mini climber campfire raves.
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Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only come to town about twice a year

He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
'Fore my time but I've been told
He never come back from Copperhead Road

Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big black Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside

Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound
When the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, 'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Columbia and Mexico
I just plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
And now the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road
 
mike said:

Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only come to town about twice a year

He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
'Fore my time but I've been told
He never come back from Copperhead Road

Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big black Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside

Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound
When the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, 'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Columbia and Mexico
I just plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
And now the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road
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@mike As I'm on a DBT kick (GOING TO SEE THEM THURSDAY IN S.D.!!!!), here's their moonshine song:
My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back in his younger days
Prohibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy stayed
Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here, they ain't miners
They came from the twenty-niners
It didn't take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their face

Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light
My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire
Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire
Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end
Trap a wildcat and take his skin
Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole
One hand on the jug but you never do know

Son come running
You better come quick
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
Your Mama called the law and they're gonna take me away
Down so far even the Devil won't stay
Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
He couldn't get in I could see he tried
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light

Daddy tell me another story
Tell me about the lows and the highs
Tell me how to tell the difference between what they tell me is the truth or a lie
Tell me why the ones who have so much make the ones who don't go mad
With the same skin stretched over their white bones and the same jug in their hand

My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back when the world was gray
Before black and white went and chose up sides and gave a little bit of both their way
The only blood that's any cleaner is the blood that's blue or greener
Without either you just get meaner and the blood you gave gives you away
 
Cyclotourist said:
@mike As I'm on a DBT kick (GOING TO SEE THEM THURSDAY IN S.D.!!!!), here's their moonshine song:
My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back in his younger days
Prohibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy stayed
Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here, they ain't miners
They came from the twenty-niners
It didn't take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their face

Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light
My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire
Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire
Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end
Trap a wildcat and take his skin
Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole
One hand on the jug but you never do know

Son come running
You better come quick
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
Your Mama called the law and they're gonna take me away
Down so far even the Devil won't stay
Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
He couldn't get in I could see he tried
Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light

Daddy tell me another story
Tell me about the lows and the highs
Tell me how to tell the difference between what they tell me is the truth or a lie
Tell me why the ones who have so much make the ones who don't go mad
With the same skin stretched over their white bones and the same jug in their hand

My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back when the world was gray
Before black and white went and chose up sides and gave a little bit of both their way
The only blood that's any cleaner is the blood that's blue or greener
Without either you just get meaner and the blood you gave gives you away
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Great honest, American sound; great track. I could get on a kick with that. They remind me a little of Son Volt/Uncle Tupelo. :thumbsup:
 
Annnnddd first live show in about 16 years. I think the last one before this was Pearl Jam in Devore in 2000.
But wow, the Truckers know how to put on a show and have quite a catalog. GREAT setlist. Vocals were kinda muddy and way back in the mix. Ear plugs slipped out and have some serious tinnitus and headache. Should have hung out in the back and maybe sound was better back there. Belly Up Tavern is a pretty good venue though, easy to get to, plenty of parking, chill crowd.
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Many years have passed me by, its true
Many dreams have vanished from my view
I've chased them all
But there has been no answer
Though I recall
My innocence and laughter
I'm feeling older now
But what comes after this is through

Time has traced its maps across my face
Sign and lines for you to navigate
And in the end
There will be no returning
Let's not pretend
No regrets and no yearning
Could keep and fill your heart
With all you've got to what you do

The ancient quest for meaning calls me now
Over the edge of my horizon
And all the fields of green that I must plow
To reap the harvest of the stars

I see the isle of Avalon
So blue, so green and real
I feel the smile, the victory won
By thinking words I feel
The broken beat of holy drums
Flashing eyes of suns
The chalice fills and overflows
Then ancient day's begun
Sail on you pilgrim wanderers
On tides of blessed faith
Here in this land of Albion
Two thousand years from you
Two thousand years from you
Two thousand years from you I will



I bought this vinyl LP when I was 15; still have it. This song was not on it (thanks, iTunes and YouTube). If not for music, I would be dead. Dead alive, or just dead.
 
The kid today said, " I was going to say we should get Andorra, that Caribou record. Then I found it in our cabinet!"
I felt really cool for a second.
 
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