I lived there for a short stint in the early 90s. Picturesque little mountain town, didn't take kindly to outsiders tho.
I've been around there several times, but I don't think I've ever stopped in that town. I think she and her family got out of there when she was pretty young and moved to the DC area.
I always liked her voice, even more than the voices of her contemporaries; though she was a powerful singer there was something subtle and vulnerable about the way she sang. This song may seem corny or overplayed to a lot of folks but I've always liked it. From Black Mountain, NC.
I lived there for a short stint in the early 90s. Picturesque little mountain town, didn't take kindly to outsiders tho.
I always liked her voice, even more than the voices of her contemporaries; though she was a powerful singer there was something subtle and vulnerable about the way she sang. This song may seem corny or overplayed to a lot of folks but I think it's a great tune. She's from Black Mountain, NC.
The voice of my great great grandmother singing softly down in the coal shed all night long, quivering with emotion, rasping and sobbing at times, but always singing softly. Always.
You brought back imigages of my Mum singing old Irish rebel songs from the rebellion in Southern Ireland in the early 20,s. The Minstrel Boy and many more. She used to have a few guinneses at a party and everyone would want to hear the old songs.It was quite a while after the fighting,but the old songs never die out. Every time I hear a good old rebel tune I get a tear or two in my eye. Wish I could go back in time and hear her again. O well. Thanx for bringing back some memories. jcf
Jo Stafford had one of the richest, sweetest, and most perfect-pitched velvety voices of the World War II era. I will always be one of her biggest fans.....years and years later. I wish I could've found some live footage from her earlier years....but this will do.
Jo Stafford was my Dad's favorite female singer. I recently created a new Pandora station based on Nat King Cole, (one of the best voices ever!) and Jo Stafford pops up now and then, along with Sinatra, Bobby Darin, Ella, Count Basie, etc.
Jo Stafford had one of the richest, sweetest, and most perfect-pitched velvety voices of the World War II era. I will always be one of her biggest fans.....years and years later. I wish I could've found some live footage from her earlier years....but this will do.
Or even better yet, listen to this (if I got the link right to play the whole song and not just the first 30 seconds)
When your live is a all haze, that you never get through Do you long for the days when you knew what to do? When your mind is in deep freeze but your heart is on track When you see what you want, do you ever look back?
Just put your thoughts away, Never mind how it seems 'Cause everybody's afraid, everybody has times when life splits at the seams
It's not the way that you think It's not the things that you do Cause there's nobody around Who can live his whole life any better than you And I've been trying hard to face what I've become So I can live and breathe the love inside these arms
When it finally comes, when your eyes overflow What you feel in the night, everybody should know
When your tongue is untied and your mind starts to reel And you know you can't hide everything that you feel
Just put your thoughts away, never mind how it seems 'Cause everybody's afraid, everybody has times when life splits at the seams
It's not the way that you think, it's not the things that you do 'Cause here's nobody around who can live his own live any better than you
But I've been trying hard to face what I've become So I can live and breathe the love inside these arms
When I'm holding you there's one thing you'll never do You'll never go away, don't you see why I keep holding on?
'Cause I've been trying hard to face what I've become So I can live and breathe the love inside these arms (I've been trying hard to face what I've become) So I can live and breathe and the love inside these arms
I've been tryin hard to face what I've become So I can love and breathe and die inside these arms
Uploads by bokey Sorry: Marti Jones - (If I Could) Walk Away
WTF? and finally
bokey wrote:
She's totally and completely banned from RP for some reason. If you upload any of her songs to the LRC they will get tossed quicker than a White House fence jumper would by the Secret Service .
Yet Sam Phillips, who is like her clone(well, without the Don Dixon handicap) is adored.
Go figger.
I've been thinking about the RP anti Marti- pro Sam bias.
I've never seen either one in person but it seems from the guitar playing that Marti has stronger hands that just cover the strings nicely, while Sam has small hands that cause a bit of struggle and distraction with her guitar playing. Maybe that air of instability and rawness are what qualifies her for RP, as opposed to Marti with her much stronger playing and the slick production from her husband?
Of course, I'm open to opposing discussion.
Someone tell me why this song isn't good enough for RP, please? I didn't upload it , as I only have it on cassette, and it's not like I'd bother trying to transpose it and upload it, knowing it's fate was sealed before the fact. I did upload the Marti song "If I Could Walk Away" and it got shot down quicker than an Iranian F-14 doing a fly by over the White House would have. Of course, since that's more of a aircraft carrier based plane, it would cause some concern that they had an aircraft carrier somehere close enough to launch the thing. Man, if we could find a way to capture the heat off that thing after we torched it, we could heat a few of our smaller inner cities. I'm all for that kind of spending.
Anyway, if RP will play some Marti Jones songs I won't personally destroy any Iranian aircraft. At any rate, it's a pretty long swim and I'm not up to it, so I guess they're safe regardless. Maybe if I say "irregardless" I can rile the RP Grammar cops to help alleviate this most egregious non Marti playing situation. (Wow- than God for spell check, eh? )
Umm, and goodnight.
You spoke to me Of your divided loyalty Of circumstantial fraud And blessings in disguise
And every pledge we made Dissolved and then began to fade Human error, we agreed It was a careless oversight. . .
You woke me up To say goodbye and wish me luck In anything I did With any other boy
And then you stopped at the door Gave the look you know I adore Said you expected me to follow you all over the world
Three weeks in Rome In someone else's summer home An unsophisticated time We were foolish all the while
We went to all the racy films And you said, "Get a load of them" At the lovers on the screen And all the lovers down the aisles
All my friends say, "Quit" They tell me I'll get over it
But every time you call My heart is in a whirl
I Don't care if you're my weekend pal I Don't care if I'm your sometimes gal
Wouldn't hesitate to follow you All over the world.
There'll be no fading away Long as you call me your holiday
This has to be the best one yet A singing telegram from you in Tibet Did you really think I'd come? Drop everything and run?
It's really much too far away I couldn't half afford it anyway! Meet me somewhere in between 'Neath the cedar trees of Lebanon
And we'll walk hand in hand Leave footprints in the burning sand While Beirut goes up In the flames of war, I swirl
But for us, it's just a-like before I'm addicted and I beg for more Of your enticing me to follow you All over the world. . . I'm gonna follow you All over the world. . .
****************************************************************************************** And then she married the guy, has a nice life and learned to paint pretty darn well.