It's time for a first here at the Sunday Service: the featured song, "Literary Kings," is by an indie singer/songwriter. Late July is the artist and she has new her EP, her first, entitled Side Swept. If you've followed things around here lately, you probably recognize the name. I've mentioned the website "Miss Late July" a couple of times regarding some excellent music (and musing) postings in recent weeks. We connected over blues (MLJ thinks it might have been Sister Rosetta Tharpe) or Eastern poetry or philosophy (I was thinking Basho or Issa, but whadda I know). Just yesterday she posted this powerful video of one of my all-time favorite bluesmen, Lightnin' Hopkins.
Obviously, I'm very glad we connected. Her 5 song Side Swept EP is solid, indeed. You can pre-listen to and download the whole of Side Swept at the same place that you can make a donation if you do decide to download it. It may also be purchased here. I slapped dough on the virtual table and downloaded it and have been listening incessantly at home and on the mp3 player all week long. There's a real kinship between the small press and indie music. Why not support a new artist like you'd support a new lit mag? Still on the fence? Here's the video for "Literary Kings:"
Thanks, MLJ, for representing when it comes to indies and for all the great music. It'd be great for this song to start an indie trend here at The Hut.
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Issue #99 from October 1998 provides today's feature poem, by the artist and poet John Harter. John, who used eccentric spelling and typed everything in caps, died a few years back, highlighting another level of meaning in the following:
I TURN ON THE LIGHT AND LEAVE
John Harter
Here's an extra poem from #99 for those of you who've been following for awhile, since John's poem already appeared here 3 years back. This poem has the narrative quality and slightly surreal feel of many a fine poem by the excellent David Chorlton. Enjoy.
Between The Lines
The minute hand waves from the clock
to say I am only time, do not take me so seriously,
and the waiting passengers distract themselves
by reading. Late again, how quickly
life goes past, they say to themselves
while they skim the news, page after terrible page.
Only when the first of them stands on his briefcase
to deliver a speech does the fine print fly
from the paper as a flock of doves, each
with an olive branch in its beak.
David Chorlton
And, finally, because I seem to be thinking of dead friends quite a bit lately, here is Ringo, performing a song that now is forever linked with George, due to his lovely dedication at the concert for George. Because of copyright restrictions on the concert, here is a different equally wonderful performance of "Photograph" from Ringo (check out the band). Since I don't wish to forget what Ringo said and why I'm posting it, here's a photograph to look at:
at the sound of the sunset
bell...
wildflowers
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
PS Following up on a recent Sunday Service that featured "A Whiter Shade of Pale," here's a Bill Griffith comic take on that song from his strip this week (click to enlarge)
"The groom was strumming harder
As th' earwig flew away ...
When we called out for a hyperlink
Th' ghost lost his toupee"
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