Bob! For Your Birthday Today ~

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The same bird every night
In the same tree singing
The same song that does
The same very songful
Thing inside of me


from Sky, Bob Arnold

photo - Susan Arnold

EARTH ~









CHANGES


Under the waterfall

Leaves finally reach

Bottom and stay put,

Every known foliage

Puffed into a hive

May strike you dizzy

When the sun is on them

And water above flows

Clear, the shaken colors

Point into your eyes

First winter light




SUGARHOUSE GONE


You’d think it would have

Lasted forever like some

Of them around here do —

This one halfway nested

Beneath the ground, piled

On stone. Downstairs, then

Empty of buckets, if you looked

Above between wide floor boards

You would see where tubs

Of sap are brought to boil

And a few souls go at it day and night

In this tiny place with windows lit

And open shutters of the cupola

Dieseling clouds of sweet steam

Had you at some point in the day

Lean for a cooling moment out the

Sugarhouse door — feeling a realness

In yourself, the redwing’s flight over

Steep pasture, dry mud on high boots —

All of this for warm days and cold nights.

While the fire that bubbled your syrup

Was somehow the same fire

That burned you down.





IT’S SO


After love, you lift your dress

Wash in cold running water.

I’ve to work in the morning,

Drive through the field, frighten

A flicker from wet grass

To the stone wall, birch, white oak.

It all started with you hugging my neck

Pulling back and laughing.

We’d open a large window upstairs

Lie down in the river sound.




The mason’s young helper unloads stone

Then breaks for a cigarette,

All day guns cement mixer blades.

Long handle shovel stuck in sand

Lime dust blowing

Whitewash peeling from ripped out

Barn ceiling boards.

Two weeks ago this was a new job —

Rotten sills weren’t jacked

Bolts cut —

A buzzard flew up from the valley

Cockeyed in stiff wind

Beating rough edged wings,

Very black on melting snow.




Now 4-wheel drives burn tread

On the hillside, tool boxes slam

Workers pitch vision to the ground,

Black flies sting our skin.




By the end of day a red fox

Hops out of that sunny part of the field.

I hear a school bus downshift miles away.

Two guys clean out a wheelbarrow

Drink from the hose

Talk of bear hunting.






from Where Rivers Meet, Bob Arnold
photo © bob arnold

BACK ROAD CHALKIES

MORNINGS ~

MIRA BILLOTTE


Mira Billotte recorded this Bob Dylan tune in 2007 for Todd Hayne's film I'm Not There. It stood out, and is as haunting as the original off John Wesley Harding, which is saying something. When not working the rounds as a solo artist and with that general free-for-all in today's music so beautifully done by many young musicians, Billotte is housed in the band White Magic.

www.last.fm/music/Mira+Billotte



and, speaking of the devil, listen to him cover a Doc Pomus tune, recorded as well by
Big Joe Turner, with equal glee:

Bob Dylan Woodstock.jpg

and then the pro...








Big Joe Turner
jango.com


. . . finally, here is Bob Dylan introducing Doc Pomus ~
born Jerome Solon Felder (June 27, 1925 - March 14, 1991 )
off his radio program "Theme Time Radio Hour".
He says it all the best.








Doc Pomus

EARTH ~









BOBOLINK


He watches my entry

Down the tilt of pasture

Clumps of mud sinking rubber boots,

Chain saw load and fuel jugs,

Holds an eye on me

In his one position.

When I set to work he sets to work,

Drops off the long spring of telephone wire.

Through the day picks at brush piles, goes

Back onto the wire, withstands the heat, watches.

It is only when the saw is shut down I hear what

He says, the scale of whistles both sharp

And gentle to the ear, no one pitch alike, perhaps

The voice of many birds together, in this new one who

Peers down as I leave and now stars to sing.






DOG MEAT


Up on the hill where the sun warms

Under thick maples he used to

Pull a sled of sap buckets past,

I’d see him right there as I walked the road

Pastured in a circle of stamped snow,

Content with hay and pail of oats —

Soft brown except where the hooves

Bushed long white hairs.

Never seemed to move from that place

Though his eyes would see me from a distance,

Wait and turn his head as I went by —

We would look at one another, and I

Remember it very clear today as I pass

And he’s nowhere around —

Sold for $350 I found out later.

The first time in seven years

I haven’t nodded to him my hello,

And this walk isn’t the same.





SELF-EMPLOYED


Take two squared stones and

Drop them almost side by side

Lift the thinner slab of rock and

Bust your guts setting it on top

Now you got reason to sit down








from Where Rivers Meet, Bob Arnold
photo © bob arnold

EARTH ~

DJIVAN GASPARYAN

The folk master of the duduk, a double-reed woodwind akin to the oboe, was born in 1928 in Armenia and started to play with earnest by age 6. Djivan Gasparyan has circled the globe many times since with his music, often leaving a trance on his audience. He has played with everyone from Hossein Alizadeh to Lionel Ritchie (which is a stretch). He's been with me since twenty years ago when I came upon his first LP I Will Not Be Sad In This World in a dollar bin. Sealed. I was hooked by the title alone. The music was all a blessing.

georgien.blogspot.com

HOUSE OF KEYS ~

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ~

Oklahoma born and Texas raised, Terry Stafford was the one-or-two-hit-wonder who covered Elvis Presley's version of "Suspicion" two years after Elvis in 1964.

It was a favorite of a certain someone I know that year, and endured.

On the Billboard chart for that spring it was #6 — the same time the Beatles had locked in positions one-through-five.

The Elvis original is deep and lusty, maybe finer, but somehow he missed out having the cooing backup singers which shiver goosebumps up both my arms. Instead, on the Elvis version come guy-shouters, which often sends our kitten Kokomo flying up the stairs.

"Suspicion" (which sold one million copies) was written by the esteem Doc Pomus & Mort Shuman, and produced by Bob Summers the brother-in-law of Les Paul. Terry Stafford passed away in 1996 at age 54 due to liver failure.

Terry Stafford and The Pixies Three



Of course I'm not about to avoid The King's version:







elvispresleytheking.com





now, put the two songs together and it just might sound
like this ~








chris isaak / www.100xr.com

HELPER ~

stone construction & photo © bob arnold

Bob Arnold's ~
DREAM COME TRUE

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LAW ~

LITTLE THINGS TAKE 2

Speaking of little — while I proceeded to clean up my tool room last night, still barefoot, handling hammers, saws and sharp blades, I managed to knock over a small box of screws from a shelf

The screws fell without a care, scattered like metal seeds all over the strong plank floor

I picked those up and put them back into the box, only to lift the box and have the entire bottom of the box collapse and all the screws fall and scatter again

I stared down at the screws-------Saw my bare feet

This time a handful were caught between the planks of the floor

I could see them, brass tipped, not entirely lost to the below

I went to get tweezers, and the tweezers picked each one out like the doctor that once used these tweezers and picked out the stitches in my forehead after I smashed heads with a player in a backyard pick-up basketball game

I asked for the tweezers, knowing the doctor would ditch them after me

He looked at the tweezers, then into my eyes. "Sure", he said.

photo collage in tool room: © bob arnold

EARTH ~

TREEPLANTER

Never see how —

But see how —

The pine tree

Has grown a foot

Since a year ago







SKY


Hiking down from a hillside

Snow packed, saw on the shoulder

There is no doubt now

Of rain in the air

I stop at a sound

Far / nearing / wait

Two crows flying

Calling, wide apart

One straight south

The other — eastward

Belly on the tree line

I've lost sight of one

For keeping with the other







ON BUILDING A STONEWALK IN NOVEMBER


This river drifts the land,

In the long air of pines

I smell spring.

Down here, don’t wear gloves,

Don’t wear boots with leaks,

Stay working, and of course

Use the flat stones —

All the things

One learns

In a first year —

The boots take awhile, I know.

But come to you water gentle,

Very clear

Draw strong

Carry the river home to bathe.

It is November / wide open / colding

There is ice you shouldn’t trust.







from Where Rivers Meet, Bob Arnold
photo © bob arnold

SUMMERY ~

june '10

july '10

july '10

now '10

drawings © bob arnold

FLOWER ~

COAL MINER'S DAUGHTER

For me, Wildwood Flower will always be sung by the Carter Family, and after them June Carter Cash.

Written in 1860 by Maud Irving with music by Joseph Philbrick Webster, this legend has seen many variations, including some retooling by Woody Guthrie, the master of tools...plus Joan Baez, Iris Dement; Merle Travis gave us an instrumental and so did Bill Frissell, plus Jean Ritchie, Hobart Smith, and even Mike Ness took it home, wherever.

Now we have Loretta Lynn with a mountain stream opening and her usual but ever genuine Butcher Holler Kentucky way of phrasing and keeping it honest.

Born the second of 8 children, Lynn married at 13 and stayed married 50 years to a man named Doolittle. Their lives at the start was portrayed by Sissy Spacek and Tommy Lee Jones in a film with the above title, directed by Michael Apted (1980). It is well known Lynn and Doolittle tusseled but, she said, "he never hit me one time that I didn’t hit him back twice."

Lynn, at age 75, has never stopped singing. Always this good.

GORAN SONNEVI ~







from Mozart's Third Brain



LXIX


At night once more the moon's quiet, mystical light

The moon is in the trees in the forest, no wind at all xxxNo one sees it

but me, from inside the sleeping house

Now a light breeze moves stiff leaves in the heat

What does human light have to do with me? Have I

turned away, esoteric; though this was never my choice

I don't know I cannot abjure inner sovereignty

Which is also external xxxI taste blood

in my mouth, on my lips xxWho am I sacrificing?

For whom shall I become an offering? Perhaps no one xxxNot even for that

would I be of any use xxxBut I shall touch you with life . . .

Native of Lund, Sweden (b. 1939) Goran Sonnevi is translated here by Rika Lesser.

The above poem is from Mozart's Third Brain (Yale).

photo: norden.org

OLD SCHOOL ~

KOKO TAYLOR

The daughter of a sharecropper born (1928) Cora Walton in Shelby county Tennessee, Koko Taylor may be one of the very last of the hard blues singers/interpreters, and here we have her singing Lefty Dizz's "Bad Avenue" in true Muddy Waters style.

When people say they like their blues the dirtier the better — well, here you go.
Keep in mind the singer's almost 80 years old.

After recording with Charley and Chess in her early years, Taylor moved exclusively into
the good hands at Alligator Records until her unfortunate passing in 2009.

EARTH ~

JAMES GAMMON

(1940-2010)

If you watched the classic television westerns of the 1960s: "Gunsmoke", "The Wild Wild West" "The Virginian", etc., you know James Gammon. He was in Cool Hand Luke. He didn't last long in Natural Born Killers, which was unusual for him. Everything about his presence and face was about endurance. Nobody was like him and he was like everyone when you saw him in character as an outlaw or a gunman or a regular joe. With a voice that sounded like not a voice, maybe a boot on gravel. On film he'll only grow. From the stage they'll be someone missing.

“This was a guy who could act circles around most other actors,” Sam Shepard said. Gammon was a favorite of the playwright in many of his plays.





photo: butthorn.wordpress.com

EARTH ~

STONE JOB

It was one of those stonewall jobs I laid up once upon a time

Hand dug the foundation ditch

Crushed in small stone

Someone brought me the rock each day to keep things busy

No machinery, no radio, no rattle, no traffic

The river through the trees

stonework & photo © bob arnold

THINK BACK, PILGRIM IX

The Grapes of Wrath, director John Ford

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