The Hammock Papers: Lindley

06 December 2022

17 January 2022

Excellent.

From the liner notes ...

Asylum CD 6E 113-2

1. Running On Empty (5:20)
(Jackson Browne)
Recorded Live onstage at Merriweather Post Pavilion, Columbia, Maryland – 8/27/77

2. The Road (4:50)
(Danny O’Keefe)
Recorded in Room 301 at the Cross Keys Inn, Columbia, Maryland – 8/27/77 (thanks to Pete Wiley); and on stage at the Garden State Arts Center, Holmdale, New Jersey - 9/7/77. For Judy.

3. Rosie (3:37)
(Jackson Browne and Donald Miller)
Recorded backstage in the big rehearsal room at Saratoga Performing Arts Center, Saratoga Springs, New York - 9/1/77. Doug Haywood and tour photographer Joel Bernstein sing harmony.

4. You Love The Thunder (3:52)
(Jackson Browne)
Recorded live onstage at the Garden State Arts Center, Holmdale, New Jersey - 9/6/77.

5. Cocaine (4:55)
(Rev. Gary Davis)
Recorded in room 124 at the Holiday Inn, Edwardsville, Illinois - 8/17/77. Additional lyrics by Jackson Browne and Glenn Frey. Any resemblance to persons living for nearly dead….

6. Shakey Town (3:36)
(Daniel Kortchmar)
Recorded in room 124 at the Holiday Inn, Edwardsville, Illinios - 8/18/77. The author sings harmony.

7. Love Needs A Heart (3:28)
(Lowell George, Valerie Carter and Jackson Browne)
Recorded Live at the Universal Amphitheatre, Universal City, California - 9/17/77.

8. Nothing But Time (3:05)
(Jackson Browne and Howard Burke) Recorded on a bus (a Continental Silver Eagle) somewhere in New Jersey - 9/8/77. Russell plays a snare, hi-hat and cardboard box with a foot pedal.

9. The Load-Out (5:38)
(Jackson Browne and Bryan Garafalo)
Recorded live on stage at Merriweather Post Pavilion, Columbia, Maryland - 8/27/77.

10. Stay (3:28)
(Maurice Williams)
Featuring a rare vocal appearance by David Lindley. The Zodiacs don’t mind….

Jackson Browne: Guitar and Piano
David Lindley: Fiddle and Lap Steel
Russel Kunkel: Drums
Leland Sklar: Bass
Craig Doerge: Keyboards
Danny Kortchmar: Guitars
Doug Haywood, Rosemary Butler: Singers

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL