Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Bass Hall

1 man
1 guitar
1 harmonica [well, several in different keys]

It was a super stripped down show. No fancy lights, no set, no band. Just Kris and his songs. There were several jabs taken at the current administration in DC, and several anti-war references. "In the end, no one wins. Sounds like Iraq."

I'm not that familiar with his songs, but he did some I recognized: Sunday Morning Coming Down, Me and Bobbie McGee, and he closed the night with Why Me, Lord? He did some love songs, about the pain and loss of mistakes gone by. And he did some humorous songs about a flight captain in the war and such. And a couple of spiritual tunes about faith and heaven.

Probably my favorite of the night was a tune called Jody and the Kid:

She would meet me in the morning
On my way down to the river
Waiting patient by the channaberry tree
With her feet already dusty
Fromt he pathway to the levy and her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees
I'd pay her no attention as she tagged along beside me
Tryin' hard to copy everything I did
But I couldn't keep from smilin'
When I'd hear somebody sayin',
"Looka yonder there goes Jodie and the kid."

Even after we grew older
We could still be seen together
As we walked along the levy holdin' hands
For as surely as the seasons,S
he was change into a woman
And I'd learned enough to call myself a man
And she'd often lay beside me
In the coolness of the evening
Till the morning sun was shinin' on my bed
And at times when she was sleepin
I would smile and I'd remember
How they used to call us Jodie and the kid.

Now the world's a little older
And the rivers changed a little
Cause there's houses where there didn't used to be
And on Sundays I go walking
Down the pathway to the levy
And another little girl who follows me
And it makes the old folks smile To see her tag along beside me
Doing little things the way her mama did
But it gets a little lonesome When I hear somebody sayin',
"Looka yonder there goes Jodie and the kid."

Very cool song. He has a way of writing and singing songs that feel so much older than they actually are. All great artists do this [Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Nickel Creek, Emmylou Harris, Bob Dylan, etc.]. Sometimes in the concert I felt like we could have been living in the 1900s right in that moment...forgeting that it was 2006, and that we were in Bass Hall.

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