Friday, June 25, 2010

RIP Peter Alexander Greenlaw Quaife

(Dec. 31, 1943 - June 23, 2010)

Pete Quaife, the original bassist in the Kinks who played with the British Invasion band from their formation in 1961 through 1969, has died. He had been undergoing kidney dialysis for over a decade.

When he was diagnosed with renal failure in 1998, he began drawing cartoons about his experience undergoing dialysis treatment.

Read Dave Davies' statement from his web site.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Nashville Or Bust

I recently happened across this great series of posts .

A.V. Club head writer and hip-hop specialist Nathan Rabin recently decided to spend a year immersing himself in the canon of country music, a genre he knew little about but was keen to explore. The result:Nashville Or Bust,” a series of essays about seminal country artists. After one year of country (dated from the column’s introduction on March 3, 2009), Rabin plans to travel south and explore some of country music’s most hallowed landmarks and institutions.

I can't agree with the inclusion of all the artists that he covers, but he has put a good deal of research into the project. Definitely worth a look.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Jackie and Dunlap on the World Cup

The good ol' boys at Red State Update share their views on soccer in the classic clip from 2006.

"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight... "

"Matty Groves" is an English language folk ballad that describes an adulterous tryst between a man and a woman that is ended when the woman's husband discovers and kills them. It dates to at least the 17th century. The wife of a nobleman entices Matty Groves a servant or retainer of her husband, into an adulterous affair. The nobleman receives word of the betrayal and returns home, where he surprises the lovers in bed. The nobleman kills Matty Groves in a duel. When his wife spurns him and expresses a preference for her lover, even in death, he stabs her through the heart.


A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife"
"But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home
He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home"

And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam

Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife"
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can"

So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery"

Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
"A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin

In the United States the song was transformed into the less graphic "Shady Grove", which has itself become a traditional.

Follow this link to previous posts of "Country Death Songs".

Monday, June 14, 2010

A Sad Farewell

After six years of 30-Second Bunnies Theatre, it's time to say goodbye to their wonderful reenactments.

Follow this link for the message from their site.