Listen/purchase: Songs For Jon Wurster by ephemeral musings
So, and this is really incredible to me, the incomparable Songs for Peter Hughes is TWENTY YEARS OLD this year. Seven years before Peter joined the Mountain Goats, he got his own tribute album. Jon Wurster has been with the mountain goats for eight years and hasn’t been so lucky. We decided to change that and make this little compilation.
Here’s the caveat: for those of you following, Ephemeral Musings is a group of friends who all do a bunch of different things. Some of us write songs, some just draw things and some write words that don’t have songs to go with them. For each of us, this project is about stimulating productivity. To ensure we do some art all the time regardless of how tired, busy, uninspired we feel. Every week I come up with a new challenge and we have a short turn around and usually a panicked Monday night of last minute work towards the submission deadline. This week my hand cramped from purple colouring. Betsy wrote her song in 20 minutes and slammed it in just under wire. Stephen has kind of surreptitiously failed to associate his name with his song (no artist? who IS that?). Luke wants to let Jon sing and Dave wrote about the percussion of the universe. My cover this week is the obvious rip off.
My point is that this project is about making things, with minimal regard to quality and infinite regard for keeping up momentum. For that reason, I’d like to say, SO SO SORRY JON. We love you and you deserve a better tribute that what we’ve got but the whole point of this is that small silly creations are usually better than no creations. So enjoy this small silly creation.
Also I’m just throwing in a picture of the Thurster because I still like it.
Waiting for a train waiting to feel that hum
That rhythm of life that reminds me of a drum
It exists in everything, I feel it everywhere
The pulse of all life’s tempo charging thru the air
As disconnected as we are, in this modern age
We are all part of one long song, it’s very strange
We don’t know where the changes fall, or who keeps beat
the music plays through every root and wing and dances in our feet
This song is for the drummers, those who keep the beat alive
This song is for Jon Wurster, Scotty P and some other guys
Deep in the woods the silence just might overtake
But behind that peace and quiet is a rhythm you can’t fake
It blows through the branches, it rolls over the hills
Sometimes it is is a blast beat, sometimes just simple fills
The universal song plays and it probably never breaks
Because even after we are gone, there will still be lakes
and trees and rivers, oceans too and the beat plays on and on
because the drummer ain’t allowed to quit until the song is done
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