Woody Guthrie, Bruce Springsteen, Hank Williams, Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Roy Orbison, Willie Nelson, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Neil Young, Chris Smither, Jackson Browne, Steve Earle
We cannot be delivered from one thing without being delivered into something else, which is to say, without being changed. It’s an apt title for Erelli’s new collection, produced by Zack Hickman (Josh Ritter). "Delivered" is a recording born of change, a reckoning of new things seen and old things seen anew. From the stark, first-take of “Volunteers,” to the slashing, Neil Young and Crazy Horse treatment given to “Shadowland,” from the stirring crescendo of horns that ends “Not Alone,” to the Paul Simon-esque bounce of “Once,” "Delivered" is the sound of a confident artist in complete control of his dynamic musical range. All the talk of new voicings and instrumentations would seem a bit academic, if not for the plain fact Erelli, frankly, sings his ass off,,,,In all regards, “Delivered” delivers.
Dear Mark, It was a real thrill to see you perform live in a small venue yesterday. The new album is great. Below, a MAJ Tom original shot taken at New Hope in spring 2002. Perhaps it captures something. I hope you'll check out our crude, but effective video, of "Before the Night Patrol" on our Myspace profile. Yours, Tom
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
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After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
