this is all i'm going to say about levon helm's death -- i feel strongly about it, but im not going to succumb to a lot of the silliness my facebook feed has devolved into... this is a convo i had with my buddy dave just before.
me:i am upset by this news - but i didnt know him
DAVE:that's true. - i am sad because i love his music
me:i loved his voice but i am not upset like i was when alex chilton passed
DAVE:but people are really goin hard
me:sad that it took levon getting laid up in the hospital to get him and robbie to make relative peace. not that it wouldve been god if they played together again cause without rick and richard it means NOTHING. but still
DAVE:exactly - actually, fuck robbie robertson
me:i think my issue with the band is how a) public they were and b) how everything was so bitter for them for so long - it took the focus off of the beauty of the music. someone like alex chilton was misunderstood and private and thereby let his music speak for him and his music is still glorious. i actually cried at my desk at work when he died.
me:i ask these clowns who are coming out of the woodwork about this: how often do you get shitty and watch the last waltz quoting everything along the way? how often do you text quotes from it to bandmates?
me:how many times have drunk 50 yr olds danced to your band jammin on cripple creek at a steakhouse in north carolina? cause THAT is what this music is about. community. and repetition. and getting super shitty with friends. it is NOT about facebook or youtube or fucking gravy trains or symnpathy. its about america. and the the people who BUILT the railroads that in turn fostered slang like gravy train. its about the ghost of rick danko and his angelic voice. and the spirit of richard manuel in every freshly opened bottle of grand marnier. its about the song "danko/manuel" by drive by truckers. its about levons orphaned dog "muddy". its about still getting together to jam out at midnight with jug wine, jug whiskey and hank williams. these clowns never even overpaid for a clean copy of the basement tapes on vinyl at an indie record store -- WHERE THEY WORKED NO LESS. so enraged by these coattail riders... sorry but you are the only one who understands me. you "Get" levon. you "Get" his beauty. and you "get" that hed think we were f*****s for posting old videos of him with robbie on facebook
“I once bought a homeless woman a slice of pizza who yelled at me she wanted soup. We got her the soup. You can get your own.”—axl rose: never dispointing on the “crazy rhetoric” front… even when he’s making some sense. (http://www.twitlonger.com/show/h15648)