Archive for the ‘Tom Russell’ Tag

New Orleans Art (12/26/07)   1 comment

New Orleans 2007Kenne & Joy In New Orleans (12/26/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

New Orleans 2007Decatur Street, New Orleans (12/26/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Heart Within A Heart

Ther is a heart within your heart
A place go when all the trouble starts
When your world spins upside down and falls apart
There is a heart within your heart

There is a soul within your soul
A secret room only angels know
Come on baby, leave your fear, rise up and go
To the soul within the soul

— Tom Russell

Folk Singer   Leave a comment

Tucson Folk Festival 2013“Folk Singer” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Who’s Gonna Build Your Wall? by Tom Russell on His Album Wounded Heart of America (2007)

 

“Maybe it’s not about happy ending.

Maybe it’s about the story.”

— Albert Camus

“She Liberated Me To Life”   2 comments

Joy&Ken -04-Art-72.jpgPhoto-Artistry by kenne (Early 2000’s In The Woodlands, Texas))

Look how far we’ve come
Do we know who we are?
Stranded on a mountaintop
Trying to catch a falling star

Here’s to what we’ve left behind us
Here’s to what we keep inside
May the road that lies before us
Lead to a place where love abides.

— from Love Abides by Tom Russell

Posted February 14, 2020 by kenneturner in Beauty, Information, Love, Love Abides

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A Solute To The Common Man   Leave a comment

The Common Man-Art-IMG-4747-72“The Common Man” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Poetry and Music Soluting The Common Man.
Julian Tuwim’s poem nails it.
In my younger days,
I worked with many a Harlan Clancy —
Tom Russell writes and sings
about in the album “Folk Hotel,”
referencing Aaron Copland’s anthem,
“Fanfare for the Common Man.”

In those early days,
the winters could be harsh,
and having spent many
a Christmas in the cold north,
I end this trilogy to The Common Man
with Merle Haggard,
“If We Make It Through December.”

— kenne

The Common Man

When plastered billboards scream with slogans
‘fight for your country, go to battle’
When media’s print assaults your senses,
‘Support our leaders’ shrieks and rattles…
And fools who don’t know any better
Believe the old, eternal lie
That we must march and shoot and kill
Murder, and burn, and bomb, and grill…

When press begins the battle-cry
That nation needs to unify
And for your country you must die…
Dear brainwashed friend, my neighbor dear
Brother from this, or other nation
Know that the cries of anger, fear,
Are nothing but manipulation
by fat-cats, kings who covet riches,
And feed off your sweat and blood – the leeches!
When call to arms engulfs the land
It means that somewhere oil was found,
Shooting ‘blackgold’ from underground!
It means they found a sneaky way
To make more money, grab more gold
But this is not what you are told!

Don’t spill your blood for bucks or oil
Break, burn your rifle, shout: ‘NO DEAL!’
Let the rich scoundrels, kings, and bankers
Send their own children to get killed!
May your loud voice be amplified
By roar of other common men
The battle-weary of all nations:
WE WON’T BE CONNED TO WAR AGAIN!

Julian Tuwim

 

 

 

 

Tim Russell writes, Harlan Clancy
“. . . out there in the middle of Ohio,
a place you’ll never likely go . . .
Euro tourists never make it there . . .
the America of the shit jobs, farms,
remote ranches, wrecking yards,
inner-city brothels, shooting galleries,
used car lots, and back street bars that
still have Narco corridos, or Otis Redding,
or George Jones on the jukebox.” 

Desert Scene Painting   Leave a comment

Desert Scene-Art-Edit-1-blog“Desert Scene” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The sky above, the mud below
The wind and rain, the sleet and snow
Two horse thieves from Mexico
Drinkin’ hard and singin'”

— from “The Sky Above, The Mud Below” by Tom Russell

Blue Wing — Might Have Been A Bluebird   7 comments

Western Bluebird-0518 Framed blogWestern Bluebird — Image by kenne

I can’t think of bluebirds without thinking of Tom Russell’s song, “Blue Wing” — one of my favorite. Both help me see the sky above.

— kenne

Blue Wing by Tom Russell

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well it might have been a bluebird I don’t know
But he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below

He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
And his cellmate there was Little Willy John
And Willy he was once a great blues singer
And Wing and Willy wrote ’em up a song. They said…

CHORUS:
It’s dark in here; can’t see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man’s dream.

They paroled Blue Wing in August, of 1963
He moved north picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
Then winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park
On the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark

And he drank and he dreamt of visions when the salmon still ran free
And his fathers’ fathers crossed that wild old Bering Sea
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing
Now it’s narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing

CHORUS:
It’s dark in here; can’t see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man’s dream.

Blue Wing by Tom Russel Video

Coyote Fence — Computer Painting   Leave a comment

Doubtful Canyon Weekend Dec 2012Computer Painting by kenne

You ask me what’s a coyote fence? A crooked line of cedar poles
Surrounding our adobe, our refuge from the road
Some nights we can see light of fires as Indians dance
And the eyes of God shine through the coyote fence.

— from “The Light Beyond the Coyote Fence” by Tom Russell

An Old Red-clay Boy   2 comments

Kenne_ Art blog II“On The Roads Outside Of San Diego” 

On the roads outside Oshiobo,
I fell down on my knees
There were female spirits 

In old mud huts, iron bells
Ringing up in the trees and
An eighty-year white priestess,

Who made juju all night long
East of Woodstock,
West of Viet Nam.

— from “East of Woodstock, West of Viet Nam” by Tom Russell

It’s Always The Poet Than Tells Us — If Only We Would Listen!   1 comment

Whether they write it,

read it or sing it

we could see the future 

if only we would listen

to the poets!

— kenne

“A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall”   Leave a comment

Tom Russell posted the following on Facebook and I felt a need to share it — a collaborative effort of three great singer-songwriters:

“Exciting news….we were walking through the old Greenwich Village this afternoon, vastly changed, and I thought – “it would be great to do an album release show at The Bitter End.” So we walked into The Bitter End, and out walks the owner. He warms up to us and I tell him I used to work there every Sunday…so we might hook the opening gig there for the next album release tour.
Maybe a return to The Bitter End! Lets make Greenwich Village great again! This is Lucinda Williams and myself doing Bob Dylan‘s “A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall” off of the record “Mesabi.” All records and books: www.fronterarecords.com
Your reporter for Nova Beat at the corner of Bleecker and MacDougal….”

Posted December 10, 2016 by kenneturner in Information, Music

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Ronstadt Generations Live at Teri’s Bistro, Alamos, Sonora   Leave a comment

Ronstadt Generations at Teri's Bistro blogRonstadt Generations Live at Teri’s Bistro, Alamos, Sonora (January 26, 2016)
— Images and Video by kenne

(Short Video Clip by kenne)

Alamos Trip-0448 Ronstadt Generations @ Teri's Bistro Blog

Pulled these images and video clip out of my January travel archives in memory of Mike Ronstadt
(August 25, 1953 – August 7, 2016) 

Beyond the shadows, beyond the rain
Beyond the darkness and all the pain
When you’re walkin’ in circles with holes in your shoes
Love is the road that leads beyond the blues

Old man on the corner, he’s been gone for years
And the guitar and the knife blade are rusty with tears
But there’s a song that he left us, we’ll never lose
That love is the road that leads beyond the blues

— from Beyond the Blues by Tom Russell

A Labyrinth of Wild Flowers   Leave a comment

Flowers (1 of 1)-8 Art II blogA Labyrinth of Wild Flowers — Image by kenne

I’ll give to you a house of mirrors

A thousand eyes, they belong to you

A labyrinth of wild roses

I know you’ll find your own way through

— from Box of Visions by Tom Russell

f9cae68082d10598d91f5e18cd9fad28Tom Russell with Iris Dement — Box of Visions (Audio)

Grunge ‘n’ Around — Two-tailed Swallowtail   1 comment

Two-tailed Swallowtail, Just Grunge ‘n’ — Grunge Composition by kenne

You might cross your burning deserts
You might walk your path alone
And a sudden storm may blind you
Shake your spirit to the bone

Seeking shelter for a weary heart
A place to rest, a place to hide
Then somewhere down your troubled road
You find a place where love abides

— from “Love Abides” by Tom Russell

She Is Reaching Out Her Arms   Leave a comment

Reaching Out Her Arms (1 of 1) blogImage by kenne

She is reaching out her arms tonight,
Lord, my poverty is real
I pray roses shall rain down again,
from Guadalupe on her hill
and who am I to doubt these mysteries?
Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
I am the least of all your children here,
but I am most in need of hope.

She appeared to Juan Diego,
she left her image on his cape
five hundred years of sorrow,
cannot destroy their deepest faith
so here I am, your ragged disbeliever,
old doubting Thomas drowns in tears
as I watch your church sink through the earth,
like a heart worn down through fear

      She is reaching out her arms tonight. . .

— from Guadalupe by Tom Russell

Mt. Lemmon Rock Formation Leading To A Place Where Love Abides   1 comment

Hiking (1 of 1)-16 blogMt. Lemmon Rock Formation — Image by kenne

Look how far we’ve come
Do we know who we are?
Stranded on a mountaintop
Trying to catch a falling star

Here’s to what we’ve left behind us
Here’s to what we keep inside
May the road that lies before us
Lead to a place where love abides

— from Love Abides by Tom Russell

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