Sunday Morning Coming Down (It's Chriiiiistmas!!! edition)

Oh so many Country artists have squeezed a Christmas album or two out in their time, where should the focus fall this year?

Right here.

John Prine is a legend of Country music, and in 1994 he released A John Prine Christmas, an album dominated by Prine original compositions, but I’ve picked one of the few cover versions from it for today.

Originally recorded by Jimmy Boyd back in the 1950s, this has been covered more times, and more famously, by many others, but here’s Prine’s take:

John Prine – I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

More soon.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

One of Martin’s suggestions:

“I see your Townes Van Zandt and raise you one John Prine.”

My response: “I love John Prine!” followed by a list of albums of his I recommended.

Including the one this is from:


John Prine – Aw Heck

More soon.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

This morning, another entry into the canon of song titles that you would only find in Country music, by a chap whose back catalogue I am still exploring (not a euphemism).

I think this is probably more of a Saturday night than a Sunday morning song, unless you start early, that is:


John Prine – Yes I Guess They Oughta Name A Drink After You

That is all.

More soon.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

This isn’t really a Sunday morning kind of song. It’s more of a 2am, slumped over a bar, battered on bourbon, kind of song.

But it does have one of those song titles that you only find in country music.

So this is for all of you who were slumped over a bar at 2am this morning.

Or, for any of you who have mullets like this:


John Prine – Yes I Guess They Oughta Name A Drink After You

More soon.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Morning all.

A quadruple header for you this morning.

A year or so ago, I went to see Evan Dando, he of Lemonheads fame, play at Union Chapel in Islington, probably one of my favourite venues, and which I mentioned in my recent post about Supergrass and Billy Bragg.

Dando’s set comprised of the usual mix of Lemonheads classics, stuff from his solo album, and a whole load of covers of Country songs, which I decided to track down.

This was one of them:


John Prine – Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness

I came away from the gig with a strange feeling relating to that song. I didn’t think I’d heard it before, and didn’t think I knew anything else by Prine, yet there was something familiar about it that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

A little internet research told me that Nanci Griffith had done quite a famous cover of it:


Nanci Griffith – Speed of the Sound of Loneliness

Nope, that wasn’t it.

A sweep of YouTube revealed an awful lot of people had recorded cover versions of varying quality. Pick of the bunch is this, not because it’s a particularly good version (it really isn’t), but because of the performer’s decision to apparently perform it minus clothes:

He’s really feeling it by the end of that, isn’t he? The song, I mean.

Just be grateful he doesn’t take a bow at the end.

Once the general sense of nausea had passed, a little more digging found this cover version, by a band most famous for providing the theme tune to The Sopranos, and a band my brother is always banging on about how great they are. Warning, they’ve authenticated their Brixton roots by adding a bit of effing and jeffing:


Alabama 3 – Speed of the Sound of Loneliness

Nope, not that either. Although, that would seem to be an example of Country trip hop, not a genre I even knew existed. Maybe I should pay attention to my brother a bit more often.

Anyway, eventually I gave up trying to work out what was bugging me about the song. I concluded I’d definitely not heard it before, and was pretty sure I didn’t know anything else by John Prine. I figured it was just one of those songs that seems familiar the first time you hear it, even though you’ve never heard it before.

And then, a few months later, I had a Eureka! moment, when this came on my iPod:


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

And there it was: KK had been subtly trying to nudge me in the direction of Prine for years, and I hadn’t picked up on it.

By the way, when I say KK, I mean Kris Kristofferson, of course, and not former footballing journeyman and BBC pundit Kevin Kilbane.

More soon.