Sunday Morning Coming Down

This morning an undisputed classic for you delictation.

It’s a song often covered, to the point where I would struggle to say whose version I prefer. If pushed, I would probably plump for Dean Martin’s, but this version could easily push his into second on a good day. I think it’s the slightly wonky xylophone which does it for me:

Bobbie Gentry & Glen Campbell – Gentle on My Mind

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The Day Today (Sunday Morning Coming Down edition)

This morning’s selection was a real no- brainer; it’s the song which gives the usual Sunday morning series it’s name.

But there’s another reason; the original of this song is one of my Dad’s favourite records, and today marks four weeks since he was admitted to hospital following his fall at home. And four weeks later, that’s where he remains.

Actually, that’s not strictly true, since this week he was transferred to a different hospital where he can receive treatment from a more specialised unit for one of the issues which has been identified. (Obviously, I’m not going to go into details here.)

This is a live version, taken from a recording of a 2013 concert at Union Chapel in North London, one of my favourite venues. Coincidentally, it as also recorded on my birthday, and so I can only assume it was before I joined their mailing list or I would have tried my damndest to have been there.

I haven’t really posted much Kris Kristofferson since his rather underwhelming appearance at Glastonbury a couple of years ago, when he seemed confusedabout where he was, what he was doing there, what song he was supposed to be singing, what the words were to it, each song just sort of tailing off rather than reaching any definite ending.

I went to see Kristofferson play in Bristol a few years before this 2013 gig, and really enjoyed what I saw, although I had to leave early (a long story, which I’ve gone into before on these pages sometime, so won’t bore you with it again). I’d reported back Dad that the gig had been alright, and so, when Kristofferson next came to the UK, off he went, Mum in tow.

I think it was on this 2013 tour that they saw him, but their experience was closer to the disappointing Glastonbury performance than to the one I has been to, however it led to one of Dad’s proudest moments when he called from the audience to prompt Kristofferson with the words “…someone frying chicken!” when he floundered at one particular moment.

Thankfully, although I have no idea how many takes it took, he just about manages to get through it unassisted here:

Kris Kristofferson – Sunday Morning Coming Down (Live)

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Sunday Morning Coming Down

There are a few bands who take popular pop or rock songs and cover them in a country or bluegrass manner, Hayseed Dixis being the most famous. As one might expect with such projects, they often have very mixed results.

Here’s one by The Twang, lifted from AC/DC’s legendary Back in Black album. As I say, ordinarily I approach such things with great caution, but this is not bad at all:

The Twang – You Shook Me All Night Long

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Sunday Morning Coming Down

Towards the end of 2019, a quite intriguing record was released, featuring not one, not two, not three…ok, I’ll cut to the quick…but five generations of the legendary Carter Family.

The material included here comes from unreleased tracks by Mother Maybelle’s daughters June, Helen, and Anita, as well as a home recorded tape from the 1960s used by family members to share news among themselves.

The result is that members of the fifth generation are heard with their great-great grandparents as recordings on which original Carter Family members appear are seamlessly blended with contributions from later generations.

The results are a bit special; do yourself a favour and have a listen:

The Carter Family – Worried Man Blues

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Sunday Morning Coming Down

Before I go any further, I’d like to thank all of you who were kind enough to leave birthday and get well soon wishes to my Dad on Thursday. He’s asked me to pass on his thanks too, and described it as “…all a bit overwhelming, to be honest”.

As I write this, he’s still in hospital, although we’re hoping that he’ll be discharged if not today, then soon.

In the meantime, another song from the rich mine that is “Songs Which Can Only Be Country Records”.

It’s very important that I say a few things about today’s choice: firstly, released in 1965, today’s tune bucks the trend slightly in this category in that the title doesn’t quite reveal the full story, not in the same way as the previously featured You’re The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly, and How Can I Miss You When You Won’t Go Away? do. In an ideal world, it would have the next words in the song after the title – It’s Like Having You Around – included within the title. Put them in brackets if you like, Billy, but don’t give us half a joke title, man!

Secondly, don’t be fooled by the title, it’s quite the jaunty little number.

Thirdly, whether you elect to refer to today’s selection with or without those five extra words, my decision to post this today should in no way be inferred as any comment as to how my parents have been for the past week.

Billy Walker – I’m So Miserable Without You

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Sunday Morning Coming Down

Imagine it’s January 10th and you’re about to send an email. Do you still include that bit where you wish the recipient all the best for the coming year?

Similarly, I long for the days when I don’t have to start every email I send with the phrase Hope you and yours are keeping safe and well (or some varient thereof).

I mean, I do hope they are. Mostly. Okay, occasionally. (Never.)

I’m trying to keep things round here as upbeat as possible. You’ve probably noticed.

So whilst the album title that today’s tune is lifted from could be considered ironic in these days of lockdown, or at the very least read with a world-weary sigh, here’s a song which doesn’t try to pretend to be anything other than a dumb, fun trip down Yee-Haw lane:

John Denver – Grandma’s Feather Bed

I’m beginning to come to the conclusion that there’s nothing which can’t be improved by the addition of The Muppets.

Doctors and nurses may not have sufficient, or even the right kind of, PPE to be able to protect themselves from the virus while they work, but give them a furry puppet with ping pong balls for eyes, and maybe they’ll be ok?

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Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sunday mornings are rapidly turning into a roll call of the deceased.

First Kenny, now the terribly sad news that we’ve lost John Prine too.

So this morning, a couple of Prine cuts which seem kind of appropriate:

John Prine – He Was In Heaven Before He Died

John Prine – Please Don’t Bury Me

And finally, the tune which brought Prine to my attention, by the man I fear is next on the list:

Kris Kristofferson – Jesus Was a Capricorn (Owed to John Prine)

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