My all-time favorite Country Gentlemen cut.
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Lord, Don’t Leave Me Here
I grew up in a family whose family business was bluegrass. Predicatably, I suppose, as I became a teenager, I sprinted from the music as fast as I could, settling eventually as far from it as I could get–Devo and Gary Numan and Kraftwerk. While I can’t say that I have exactly found my way back to it, bands like Bad Livers and The Packway Handle Band have led me back toward it, and re-awakened my appreciation for some of what was the soundtrack of my boyhood (particularly the Country Gentlemen). Here’re a couple of weekend offerings, from the middle of Lent, and looking forward to Pascha.
“Just Like a Chap!” (Video)
Uma–Fare Well (Music)

If you don’t know the band Uma, and almost no one does, hunt down a copy of their brilliant 1997 album, “Fare Well”. If you like delicate, challenging lyrics, complicated but wonderfully catchy tunes, and memorable vocal performances, you’ll love this album. Husband and wife Chris Hickey and Sally Dworsky do the songwriting and the singing.
Grimes–Oblivion (Video)
“Maybe Spit Some Blood at the Camera”–Mountain Goats, Spent Gladiator 2
Saw these guys last week. The show ended with this.
Nova Scotia (The Mountain Goats)–For Catlin Lowe
David Dyas–Stag (Album)
Rowboats–Benjamin Morey Video
Musical Interlude
A new video by Benjamin Jameson Morey’s band. Give it a look; then, take a look at his other videos.
Here’s a little snippet I wrote about an earlier album:
I’ve been listening to Morey’s album, Songs in the Key of Being Scared to Death by the Idea of an Entire Life. It is remarkable. Morey writes lyrics out of a sensibility so tender and responsive that it seems debilitatingly fragile, but also so wry and ironic that it seems lordly, satirical. The lyrics hover between nearness and distance, between sensitive humility and gentle scorn. Morey’s voice is dual-tuned as well; it seems always ready to break–somehow and at the same time into tears and into laughter.
Morey manages the balancing act because his is an associated sensibility, an ability to feel reflectively, to think in the midst of feeling, without either diluting the feeling or scattering the thought. Instead, his lyrics ingather all that they touch, and he writes as if from a desire to reconnoiter his own experience, to make it all homely, to come to know his way about in it, in its highlands and lowlands.
He creates memorable, understated and meditative melodies. The songs will stick with you, not only as lyrics to be sung but as tunes to be hummed. Typically the lyrics and the melodies enjoy such mutuality that it is hard to imagine that either could have preceded the other.
A nice example of the strengths of the album is provided by its one cover, *This Little Light of Mine*. Morey complicates the tune, but still works recognizably within its structure. However, instead of sounding like a bit of Christian self-affirmation, a candle singing about its not being hidden beneath a bushel, it instead sounds like a candle singing against a strong damp breeze, hoping to hold out, if only for a while, if only it can provide someone some little light. The vocals are as weightless and fleeting as the light itself.
Go give Morey a listen.