Sometime in 1975 I sat down at a friend’s reel-to-reel 4-track and, with occasional appearances by “guest artists,” recorded an album’s worth of material that i called (recalling my trek back from San Francisco 8 years earlier) “Oklahoma Credit Card.” (that’s Texas slang for a gas siphon) One I’ve already posted (my 5th all-time best on Fanda and absolute worst showing on YT, go figure) but other than this the rest will in all probability never see the light of day – and that for extramusical reasons into the bargain.īut here we are, a lyric mash-up of Dostoyevsky’s “Underground Man” and Homer’s dauntless hero. But really, it is one of the finest and most exquisite melodies anywhere, even if the smart-ass brat who still lives inside me can’t resist transmogrifying the title into a song of praise for the ladies of the evening of the British capitol: London Derrière! My long-term listeners may be surprised (hopefully pleasantly) that I would do something like this. It is dedicated to Francisca Rigaud-Sharman, for whom it is a favorite song and who has a fine vocal version of it on her own page: Both tune and lyrics are hence firmly and unalterably in the public domain safe from even the most well-funded efforts at copyright extension by the likes of the Wokey Mouse Club and Sonny Bono’s widow Cui. The “Londonderry Air” first saw print in 1855, in a collection from the “Society for the Preservation and Publication of Ancient Irish Music.” The “Danny Boy” words were added later – by an Englishman! - in 1926. My version, for two Irish whistles, guitar, and accordion. The Revelationists righter than they knowīut still not enough to mark the calendar
In a world playing Convergence of the Systems My compass spins useless in magnetic anomaly You are still awake and you can not find peace In which I help Monica Bergo deliver a special message!Īnd do not feel your arms lifting my weight Wynn Schaible - Guitars, Bass, Recorder - ♫*´¨`*