room, where it’s about 80% chaos. Guitars, amps, records, books, stuff that doesn’t work anymore “but might be worth something” . . . my version of the man cave/storage unit/writing room, as of now. Been fooling around back here late at night, (not) writing songs, recording some covers very informally (we’re talking cell phone voice memos app) just as a way of practicing, and literally facing the music when playing the recording back. This one kinda stuck out to me, so I thought I would share it with you. You can find it here: http://kg.kevingordon.net/ends-and-odds-archives/
I’ll also put it right here:
It’s an early song by Muddy Waters . . . sacred ground for me, and I always hesitate to even attempt to cover something he wrote or otherwise recorded, but this was meant for just practice. I’ve had his version in my head a lot lately, so thought I’d tear into it and see what happened. An imperfect rendering, certainly, but, hey, I was feelin’ it. Just thought you might enjoy sticking your head in the door for a few minutes.
I’ll be playing an early show at the 5 Spot here in my neighborhood on Father’s Day, June 19, with my extraordinarily talented friend Ray Bonneville. Hitting the road again in early July–check the tour page for details!
Just a short one here, letting those of you who’ll be in Nashville tomorrow(Thursday, May 26) that I’ll be wrapping up my early show residency at the 5 Spot, here on the east side, from 6 to 8 pm. Kevin Gordon will open the show solo. Then I’ll close the show with my band o’ the week: Joshua Hunt, Dave Jacques, and Joe V. McMahan. Hope you can join us!
Happy Friday, everyone–it’s been raining cats, dogs, and other heavier members of the animal kingdom here in Nashville; been a busy week, and I confess my spirit, body, and mind are not exactly fired up about a big long day clicking and typing on my various devices in the name of work. Whenever I find myself descending […]
8:26am This morning’s garish sunlight glares off of my neighbor’s east wall, making the blue siding on her house look gray, filling the room where I sit with reflected light. Earlier: cool air sifting through my ragged blue-green plaid shirt and the dew still pebbling the grass blades and glossing the tree limbs when I […]