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This is not a music podcast. Mediations into the soul of a song. Mercifully short. Far Out. Just go with it.
"Confucius and you are both dreams, and I who say you are a dream am a dream myself. This is a paradox. Tomorrow a wise man may explain it; that tomorrow will not be for ten thousand generations." - Zhuang Zhou
If you know who the I don't see a way out but follow me to believe in something again because she's don't gonna lead someone. Who says no anyway? I know I do.
They'll kill you, but will you fight?
In Memoriam
Justin Townes Earle sung songs that I’ve known since before I was even born. Songs that were as much a part of me as my own hand. "Harlem River Blues" and "Down on the Lower East Side" are a part of my permanent memory of New York City. "They Killed John Henry" feels at home on the prairies of Illinois. His music shaped me. I came of age to Justin Townes Earle. And I will forever be in debt to his music.
He didn’t make it out of this life alive. I wish he did. But maybe he’ll be John Henry for another generation of Americans trying to navigate even more novelty and progress. A lone singer who stood in front of the bulldozers. Who preserved the old time style. And who paid the price for it.
