#dick connette

[countrymusicandcher]

"Telling the truth is a dangerous business, honest and popular don't go hand in hand. If you admit you can play the accordian, noone will hire you in a rock 'n roll band"

The most fun and funky music video I've seen in a very, very long time. Includes brilliant artists such as Chaim Tannenbaum, Suzzy Roche and her daughter Lucy Wainwright Roche, Lucy's father Loudon Wainwright and Ana Egg. All signed to the brilliant StorySound Records. Enjoy!

[odinsblog]

Chuck Baby by Dick Connette

[mudwerks]

(via Dick Connette)

a friend sent me a link to this beautiful version of “In the Pines”

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[americanahighways]

Interview: Dick Connette on Sonya Cohen Cramer’s Luminous Life and Work

Interview: Dick Connette on Sonya Cohen Cramer’s Luminous Life and Work @dickconnette @smithsonianfolkways #sonyacohencramer #johncohen #peteseeger #newmusic2024 @hannahmenzies @americanahighways #americanamusic #americanahighways #youvebeenafriendtome @storysoundrecords

Dick Connette interview.  Sonya Cohen Cramer photo by Reid Cramer Dick Connette on Sonya Cohen Cramer’s Luminous Life and Work Smithsonian Folkways recently released the album Sonya Cohen Cramer: You’ve Been a Friend To Me which shines a light on the work of late singer Sonya Cohen Cramer who was the daughter of John Cohen of the New Lost City Ramblers and Penelope Seeger, the younger sibling of…

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[krispyweiss]

Song Review: Ana Egge - “This Time”

Songwriters Ana Egge and Dick Connette borrowed lyrics from America’s founding documents, its professed ideals and existing protest songs to create a new anthem.

The pair co-wrote, and Egge recorded, “This Time,” a musically delicate, lyrically forceful track set to acoustic guitar, upright bass and strings arranged by Rob Moose.

We’re demanding the dream is no longer deferred/that our nation of laws live up to its word, Egge sings with support from Lucy Wainwright Roche and J. Hoard.

Despite copping phrases from the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, “If I Had a Hammer” and “For What it’s Worth,” Egge and Connette came up with a good, solid protest song in “This Time,” which is strident, but not overwrought; heartfelt, but never corny.

And that - despite these wrenching times - is something that’s been hard for songwriters to come by as of late.

Grade card: Ana Egge - “This Time” - B

1/13/21

[fuzzlet]

I wish I were a poet, and could write a fine hand. I would write you a fine letter, that you’d understand. I wish I could spend just 10 minutes with you. I wish I’d stop wishing for what I can’t do.

Dick Connette

[uncommonguitar]

BACHELOR'S HALL (lyrics)

I was recently struck by the lyric of this song by Dick Connette. Martin Simpson covered it but set it to the tune of "Pretty Saro." Man, isn't folk music fun?! I wonder how some of my contemporaries would freak out over interchanging their precious lyrics with another tune. I think it's liberating.

BACHELOR's HALL by Dick Connette

I am tired of this city, the streets are unkind.

I see lovers out walking, but I never see mine.

It's cold as a proverb, hard as a stone.

10,000 stood around me, and me all alone.

  Oh I once had a true love, but not anymore.

I gave my heart gladly, like never before.

But now she won't have me, she says we are through.

That's alright my darling, that's alright for you.

  I'l live single, keep Bachelor's Hall.

  I wish I were a poet, and could write a fine hand.

I would write you a fine letter, that you'd understand.

I wish I could spend just 10 minutes with you.

I wish I'd stop wishing for what I can't do.

  Oh you wrote me a letter, you say you found a new man.

I'll dance at your wedding, I'll sing with the band.

I'll drink to the bridegroom, as if I don't care.

And if I don't get home, I'll sleep on the stair.

  I remember the evening, not so long ago.

How tender the passion, how sweet the repose.

It's 4 in the morning, I won't sleep tonight.

I'll watch through my window, for the dawning of light.

  I'm tired of this city, the streets are unkind.

I see lovers out walking, but I never meet mine.

I try to forget her, I wish i knew how.

For I once loved her dearly, and I don't hate her now.