#putnam county

One of my all-time favorite songs on one of my all-time favorite records. Recorded live over a couple nights in July 1975, none of these songs appear on any of his studio albums. He’s got a small combo, with him playing piano and singing and talking shit for a double album. This is not the grimy weird dark circus stuff, this is the grimy weird piano player in a hotel lounge at 3 am. This song is like a Pynchon-style sidetrack sequence into a small community, stream-of-consciousness isn’t quite right, it’s more precise while seeming like it’s all off the cuff. You think he’s just talking, but his vocals lay so precisely over the combo in the background, in timing and counterpoint. It really reminds me of how Pynchon will start a normal paragraph that takes you to Haiti and then to London and then to fireworks and singing dirty songs in a brothel and you’re getting whiplash but it all flows so beautifully. And it’s silly, but very last verse describing the sunrise showing up like a bastard-amber yellow cab pulling up on a rainy corner, blowing its horn in every window in town, it just has an effect on me

Photo taken from the demolished Leipsic School (built in 1907) at the northwest corner of South Easton Street and Oak Street, looking south-southeast down Easton. Many of the houses visible here survive, although all of them have been wrapped in vinyl or aluminum and stripped of everything interesting. The Presbyterian church at lower left is gone, as is the grain elevator in the background.     

For all my fellow Nashville and surrounding area people. Please be safe everyone. Our WiFi is currently still down and alot of our hospitals have lost communications. How is everyone else doing?

Putnam, County, Georgia - 1941

I would much prefer Leaf be on the Supreme Court, which is saying something.