Artist Lounge: Leon Redbone
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Perhaps the most telling incident in young Redbone’s forgotten years was one moonlit night when he found himself at a dusty crossroads in Mississippi, guitar in hand. Shortly, the Devil appeared and asked him if he had come to sell his soul in exchange for the ability to play that guitar. Redbone replied that he had not, and was getting along just fine on his own. When the Prince of Lies took the rejection personally, a quick-thinking Redbone offered to trade hi... MORE
Redbone’s personal history is deliberately vague. The Internet Movie Database lists his date of birth as October 29, 1929; but then, IMDB also describes Britney Spears as an actress, so there goes a measure of its credibility. He may or may not have been born in New York City, and virtually nothing is known of him till he shows up at the Mariposa Folk Festival where he is discovered by La Salle, who was looking for a new trade route to Toronto. So what we... MORE
In another day and age, Leon Redbone would be a wandering troubadour carrying the songs of a distant age to new and wanting ears. And I would be a hard-drinking Ring Lardner-esque humorist looking at the world with a jaundiced eye (before they had drops to cure that malady). Together, we would travel the countryside having all sorts of adventures and using our super powers to fight crime. Actress Thora Birch would be a saucy, tart-tongued Vassar undergrad-turned-chees... MORE
Not being one for all the Christian hoo-haa that goes with the end of the year retail blitz, I found Leon Redbone's "Christmas Island" CD about 10 years ago, and it's the only holiday music I can tolerate anymore.
There are no references to Jesus, Bethlehem, virgin pregnancies; the words "savior" and "holy" are not found on any of the tracks. This CD is worth the price of admission for that alone, but the music is pretty darned good, too.
Redbone delivers his arrang... MORE
Thank all of you that commented and sent e-mails about my loss of Dudley. This really does seem like a community of friends, and all your kind words and your dog stories brought me immense comfort.
I bought a footlocker, which served as his coffin, and buried him today. In honor of all of our hours in front of our fireplace, I had this song playing at the gravesite after we lowered him down.
Life goes on. Our little female bulldog, Brigid, was always trying to comp... MORE
Last night, I had the honor of seeing Leon Redbone LIVE in Asheville at the Orange Peel. Before this show was announced, I didn't even know that Redbone still did tours. I imagined him sitting in a home, secluded, somewhere in 1927, smoking cigars and drinking brandy.
But no, the guy's still hitting the road. And he's still as great as always. During the show, his only "band" was a trumpeter and a pianist, both of which were incredible. But nothing compared to the g... MORE
The Northeast corner of the state of Rhode Island you'll find the city of Woonsocket. Once a powerhouse of the textile industry, its now a city half-dead with many vacant windows along it's traditional main street. Most of the city's vitality has been sucked out by the surrounding malls and mega-stores. But right in the heart of this hopeless little city lies one of the state's true jewels. CHAN'S.
You could drive by this place and never notice it. But it would ... MORE
Here in the greater Seattle/Tacoma area, we have a radio station called "Warm 106.9"
Every year just before Thanksgiving they start playing nothing but Christmas music, which I appreciate to no end. However, I just cannot listen to the station anymore. Why? Because it seems like in between practically every song they stop playing music and have some sort of inspirational story or something.
It usually involves them saying how they received a letter (or email) abo... MORE












