Nice version. It's a tough song to sing, with Allison Kraus' version to compare. Kraus has a direct path into my head and heart with her voice and performance. I looked up the song, and listened to the Shenandoah version, it's almost a different song. It sounds more metaphorical, while the Kraus version is positively tragic.
One of my fav heartbreak songs is Bonnie Raitt's "I Can't Make You Love Me," written by Mike Reid and Allen Shamblin. Just about perfect mix of song, arrangement and performance. It's been covered by others including Adele, but the Raitt version just kills me still, every time.
I saw him at The Bluebird in the round with Michael McDonald, Gretchen Peters and Tia Sillers. That was some kind of round. They all were going gaga over Michael McDonald, but each of the other three were/are great writers in their own right.
I wonder if a guy like Prestwood is a thing of the past. I don't think he lived in Nashville and he seemed distant from the industry, unlike the staff writers who all sat together at breakfast before going into their rooms at the publishing corporation to churn out songs.
Yeah, from what I understand, Hugh was kind of an anomaly...He would only write like 10 songs a year...but 6 of them would get cut.
Here's a song called "Oklahoma Stray" that always killed me. As far as I know, no one ever cut it. It's a little weird in spots with some of the stray cat analogies...but man, some of those lines...just absolutely killer. That last verse is just heartbreaking.
Post by Martin John Butler on Aug 27, 2016 14:26:06 GMT -6
That song was so deep, I thought I'd share too.
I was told I was dying in 2006. Instead of leaving my friends a few photos to remember me by, I went to a studio with my guitar. I'd been through three major surgeries, and I wasn't sure if I could actually sing at all. I thought if I left my friends with some music, they could always remember me and our connection. So, I sang every song I could sing, one take, no overdubs, no autotune, no click track, just me and a D-28.
I posted a track a few minutes back, but was playing it safe by choosing a track that was well orchestrated and clever. I changed my mind, and to honor the tradition that a obviously great writer like Mr. Prestwood and like our own Johnken do, I changed the track to something I did on my album that's much more raw.
On an November evening after I was told to settle my affairs now, because I probably wouldn't make it through the next day, I asked a friend to bring my guitar to the hospital room. I started writing this, as I refused to give in, despite the circumstances.
Time passed, some new medicine was developed and I survived. As I got well, friends said "why not finish the record". So week by week, as I could afford it, I added a few more parts until it became my solo album, "Watching the Days Fall".