"Crowfoot stood and watched as the white man spread many one dollar bills on the ground. “This is what the white man trades with; this is his buffalo robe. Just as you trade skins, we trade with these pieces of paper.” When the white chief had laid all his money on the ground and shown how much he would give if the Indians would sign a treaty, Crowfoot took a handful of clay, made a ball out of it and put it on the fire. It did not crack. Then he said to the white man, Now put your money on the fire and see if it will last as long as the clay. The white man said, No….my money will burn because it is made of paper. With an amused gleam in his eyes the old chief said, Oh, your money is not as good as our land, is it? The wind will blow it away; the fire will burn it; water will rot it. But nothing will destroy our land. You don’t make a very good trade. Then with a smile, Crowfoot picked up a handful of sand from the river bank, handed it to the white man and said, You count the grains of sand in that while I count the money you give for the land. The white man said, I would not live long enough to count this, but you can count the money in a few minutes. Very well, said the wise Crowfoot, our land is more valuable than your money. It will last forever. It will not perish as long as the sun shines and the water flows, and through all the years it will give life to men and animals, and therefore we cannot sell the land. It was put there by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not really belong to us. You can count your money and burn it with a nod of a buffalo’s head, but only the Great Spirit can count the grains of sand and the blades of grass on these plains. As a present we will give you anything you can take with you, but we cannot give you the land.” Chief Crowfoot : Blackfoot Confederacy
Years ago I was listening to an interview with Jimmy Carter, and they asked him who his favorite musical artists were, and he immediately started talking about Lucinda Williams! I had to pick my jaw up off the floor. Jimmy talked about knowing Lucinda's dad, I got the impression her father is a writer? I wish I could find that interview. It was on Public Radio over 20 years ago. Jimmy was mostly talking about Habitat For Humanity, but he really lit up when he talked about Lucinda's wonderful music.
@@Phreestyle1 That sounds right. I'm pretty sure it was a "Fresh Air" interview with Terry Gross. She's the best interviewer, she makes copious notes and digs deep.
@@LazyIRanch I saw her in an interview when she visited here in Australia back in 2008. She talked about her childhood and her dad. She also said she was born with spina bifida and had a lonely childhood as a result. The best part of 2020 IMO was the release of three new Lucinda Williams albums. Her Southern Soul album is now one of my favourite albums of all time.
Or some of our newer stuff just knocks your socks off. She could play the phonebook plus the entire good souls better angels and I would be in hog heaven. Oink oink. Blessings everyone wear it Easter 2021. World has a blown up yet but it sure is trying. Everyone take care of yourself we need to. Especially the Lucinda fans... We know how good we are all
@@brianaherne3931 exactly, her best three albums would NOT have been as great without Gurf Morlix & band -- for this reason, I prefer the '89 Austin concert, though this one is still necessary for songs from Car Wheels. Lucinda had a reputation for being difficult to work with, a perfectionist -- I've never heard whether she fired that band, they left her, or what...
@@robland6804 if the 3 or 4 songs i could find on youtube from ACL '89 are indicative, yeah. it thats peak. 2005's live at the fillmore is also excellent. you know where a full video of ACL '89 might be? u got a link by any chance?
I can't believe it took me 50 years to hear about this wonderful singer songwriter.A friend just gave me a double CD and I was struck from the opening bars.Wonderful.
"Crowfoot stood and watched as the white man spread many one dollar bills on the ground. “This is what the white man trades with; this is his buffalo robe. Just as you trade skins, we trade with these pieces of paper.” When the white chief had laid all his money on the ground and shown how much he would give if the Indians would sign a treaty, Crowfoot took a handful of clay, made a ball out of it and put it on the fire. It did not crack. Then he said to the white man, Now put your money on the fire and see if it will last as long as the clay. The white man said, No….my money will burn because it is made of paper. With an amused gleam in his eyes the old chief said, Oh, your money is not as good as our land, is it? The wind will blow it away; the fire will burn it; water will rot it. But nothing will destroy our land. You don’t make a very good trade. Then with a smile, Crowfoot picked up a handful of sand from the river bank, handed it to the white man and said, You count the grains of sand in that while I count the money you give for the land. The white man said, I would not live long enough to count this, but you can count the money in a few minutes. Very well, said the wise Crowfoot, our land is more valuable than your money. It will last forever. It will not perish as long as the sun shines and the water flows, and through all the years it will give life to men and animals, and therefore we cannot sell the land. It was put there by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not really belong to us. You can count your money and burn it with a nod of a buffalo’s head, but only the Great Spirit can count the grains of sand and the blades of grass on these plains. As a present we will give you anything you can take with you, but we cannot give you the land.” Chief Crowfoot : Blackfoot Confederacy
Lucinda was somewhat of an acquired taste for me when I first heard her sing years ago. I have been listening to her for a long time and enjoy her unique voice and style.
I just started listeneing to her and my initial impression was the same as yours. But like you said, after giving her a signficant listen I realized how raw and honest she was and qucikly became a fan.
She’s a goddess I’ve worshipped for 35 years or so…she and Gurf helped write the soundtrack of my life, and I am forever indebted to her. No half-assed crap with this heroine
I AM a "professional" listener of music. I've staggering credentials but none of them on paper... But I digress. Why am I only hearing about this amazing voice only now? I take responsibility for my not stumbling upon her sooner but still.... And there's this little fact also.... Maybe consider it a "credential". I've heard the biggest bands inside of the biggest stadiums. I've heard them in arenas and coliseums, bowls, ampatheaters, and opera houses. I do this all across the country.... I pay heed and I am grateful to be experiencing this magic.. That being said... When the festivals end and the tours wrap up.... I retreat to the dingy bars of Northeast Pa.. Some less dingy but I like em anyway because they have music. Open mics, local bands, maybe just a guy and a guitar. In these places I see diamonds. Diamonds that could ignite the electricity of 80,000 people if only given the chance.... I tip my hat to the songs and voices that I shall never hear. To the missed magic. I'm grateful in knowing that another's ears hear. Songs lost in the wind.
@@williamralphthompson8544 Sometimes I got sumptin to say, sometimes I just wanna be heard. In these occasions their is often a bit of babble. I'm only talking about what I know or I'm on the path to getting there. I'd prefer to hear the rest,--- but only if it's sung in a song.
Lucinda flies under the radar a little bit. Then, when you discover her, you wonder how it took so long. How can someone this great not be a household name? She is truly a legendary singer/songwriter.
robert donaldson I witnessed this version of the band three times. The first time was the last night of the first leg of the Gravel Road tour, up in Fayetteville Arkansas. It was one of the fiercest live performances I’ll ever hear. A few months later they were playing in Houston (where I lived back then.) I got there early and started talking with Fran Breen and I let him know how great the band had been that night in Fayetteville. He said, “oh yeah! And immediately after the show we all quit and swore we’d never play with her again!” “So why are you here tonight?” She begged Richard to get us to do the next leg with her as well. We all liked Hombre so we all decided to stick it out but she had to behave.” That was a couple of days before this ACL taping. A couple of months later they were back in Houston at the Houston International Festival and it was sort of The band was tight and I’ll leave it right there. So fast forward a few years later in another city I ran into another of the guys from the band and we talked and he laughed and just said “yeah... that about sums it up.” But man was that one hell of a band and it introduced me to Kenny and Jim’s own music and for the memory and the music I’ll always be grateful.
"Crowfoot stood and watched as the white man spread many one dollar bills on the ground. “This is what the white man trades with; this is his buffalo robe. Just as you trade skins, we trade with these pieces of paper.” When the white chief had laid all his money on the ground and shown how much he would give if the Indians would sign a treaty, Crowfoot took a handful of clay, made a ball out of it and put it on the fire. It did not crack. Then he said to the white man, Now put your money on the fire and see if it will last as long as the clay. The white man said, No….my money will burn because it is made of paper. With an amused gleam in his eyes the old chief said, Oh, your money is not as good as our land, is it? The wind will blow it away; the fire will burn it; water will rot it. But nothing will destroy our land. You don’t make a very good trade. Then with a smile, Crowfoot picked up a handful of sand from the river bank, handed it to the white man and said, You count the grains of sand in that while I count the money you give for the land. The white man said, I would not live long enough to count this, but you can count the money in a few minutes. Very well, said the wise Crowfoot, our land is more valuable than your money. It will last forever. It will not perish as long as the sun shines and the water flows, and through all the years it will give life to men and animals, and therefore we cannot sell the land. It was put there by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not really belong to us. You can count your money and burn it with a nod of a buffalo’s head, but only the Great Spirit can count the grains of sand and the blades of grass on these plains. As a present we will give you anything you can take with you, but we cannot give you the land.” Chief Crowfoot : Blackfoot Confederacy
Just saw Lucinda last night (9/20/24) and tho she looks pretty different, my God is this girl talented..still as powerful and soulful as ever, if not more so given her recent health challenges. The fact she isn't a mega-star is beyond comprehension. As her friend Uncle Neil sang, "long my she run..."
I was lucky enough to see Lucinda for the first time on this tour with this band promoting Car Wheels in '98 at the Galaxy in Santa Ana, CA. (Although I don't remember Jim Lauderdale playing that night.) No one who has seen Kenny Vaughn ever forgets him. Just ask Marty Stuart. Her body of work is just astounding. I've seen her several times since and she always has a great band, but none quite like these fucking guys. Here's to her health.
Lucinda lived the lyrics. And could put them in fewer words to paint the picture better than most. Kinda John Cougar Mellancamp connection with rural truth when everyone was getting along better, everyone had the same simple connections and less complicated lives.
"Crowfoot stood and watched as the white man spread many one dollar bills on the ground. “This is what the white man trades with; this is his buffalo robe. Just as you trade skins, we trade with these pieces of paper.” When the white chief had laid all his money on the ground and shown how much he would give if the Indians would sign a treaty, Crowfoot took a handful of clay, made a ball out of it and put it on the fire. It did not crack. Then he said to the white man, Now put your money on the fire and see if it will last as long as the clay. The white man said, No….my money will burn because it is made of paper. With an amused gleam in his eyes the old chief said, Oh, your money is not as good as our land, is it? The wind will blow it away; the fire will burn it; water will rot it. But nothing will destroy our land. You don’t make a very good trade. Then with a smile, Crowfoot picked up a handful of sand from the river bank, handed it to the white man and said, You count the grains of sand in that while I count the money you give for the land. The white man said, I would not live long enough to count this, but you can count the money in a few minutes. Very well, said the wise Crowfoot, our land is more valuable than your money. It will last forever. It will not perish as long as the sun shines and the water flows, and through all the years it will give life to men and animals, and therefore we cannot sell the land. It was put there by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not really belong to us. You can count your money and burn it with a nod of a buffalo’s head, but only the Great Spirit can count the grains of sand and the blades of grass on these plains. As a present we will give you anything you can take with you, but we cannot give you the land.” Chief Crowfoot : Blackfoot Confederacy
Lucinda Williams can paint vivid pictures with her lyrics, delivered so beautifully. She's one of those 'under the radar' treasures we all can find a song to connect to in her fantastic catalog.
Kenny is my fav Tele player! He’s a brute in this! Love him! Don’t see him with many Gibsons! I’m a big fan of Gurf, too and have got to play with him at Canadian festivals. The last time I saw Lucinda was at Massey Hall 10 yrs ago. Peace - love to see Kenny fans!
I was friends and neighbors with him and his wife Carmella back when I lived in Nashville. Was always interesting just hanging out with him at their home.
Watched her on ACL Hall of Fame last night - had to hear more from this amazing woman, songwriter, singer, musician, poet. What rock have I been under for 50 years!
Is that true? I have been a Lucinda fan for several years--and also Kenny Vaughn from watching the "Marty Stuart Show." But I only learned about this collaboration a few days ago! How is that possible? How did I miss that? This is a classic video. Classic. Lu is on top of her game and Kenny Vaught might be the best backup guitarist ever.
@@stevenfought2192 yes I heard Marty tell the story. He was watching ACL and couldn’t take his eyes off Kenny who was killing it. Kenny became part of Marty’s band soon after
Spotify decided that I should listen to Car Wheels on a Gravel Road. It instantly stuck in my head for days. I’ve been listening to a lot of Lucinda lately, and I keep coming back to this performance. Why does it work so well? Fantastic players - yes. The inspiration Lucinda leads with her lyrics and melodies, of course. But this is a BAND. A band that plays together and respects each other. Drums and bass lay the foundation. Different instruments/players get the space they need to speak out, then they fit right back into the overall sound. Everything contributing to just the right feel and emotion. Then there are those giant, liquid grey eyes. They draw me in and I want to get closer. But, just like her poetry, they also scare me more than a little. What would they see if they focused on me?
I discovered Lu's music 10 years ago, back in March 2012. Ever since then, she's been my #1 artist I listen to the most. Not a single bad record. This woman is an American treasure and her art must be passed on to the future generations!
I usually can't stand hearing a concert with every song in the same key,but with her voice and lyrics and a band that makes every song fresh with so many different approaches. Mr. Vaughn especially is so versatile that you can hear, Roger McGuiness from the Birds ,Clapton and every thing else in between. He is so locked in and so perfect,he really stands out in a band of superb musicians.
She reminds me of a female version of Neil Young (who I love). She is probably one of the most under-rated female artists in the U.S. She is one of the best and deserves to be put up there as such. Just like a Grace Slick.
"Crowfoot stood and watched as the white man spread many one dollar bills on the ground. “This is what the white man trades with; this is his buffalo robe. Just as you trade skins, we trade with these pieces of paper.” When the white chief had laid all his money on the ground and shown how much he would give if the Indians would sign a treaty, Crowfoot took a handful of clay, made a ball out of it and put it on the fire. It did not crack. Then he said to the white man, Now put your money on the fire and see if it will last as long as the clay. The white man said, No….my money will burn because it is made of paper. With an amused gleam in his eyes the old chief said, Oh, your money is not as good as our land, is it? The wind will blow it away; the fire will burn it; water will rot it. But nothing will destroy our land. You don’t make a very good trade. Then with a smile, Crowfoot picked up a handful of sand from the river bank, handed it to the white man and said, You count the grains of sand in that while I count the money you give for the land. The white man said, I would not live long enough to count this, but you can count the money in a few minutes. Very well, said the wise Crowfoot, our land is more valuable than your money. It will last forever. It will not perish as long as the sun shines and the water flows, and through all the years it will give life to men and animals, and therefore we cannot sell the land. It was put there by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not really belong to us. You can count your money and burn it with a nod of a buffalo’s head, but only the Great Spirit can count the grains of sand and the blades of grass on these plains. As a present we will give you anything you can take with you, but we cannot give you the land.” Chief Crowfoot : Blackfoot Confederacy
Wow.... there I was this afternoon listening to a few dozen songs on someone’s Apple Music playlist when I heard Lucinda for the first time. I played the song over a few times and then came here. So glad I did. This lady is a gift to us all.
She did though have two songs that became substantial hits for other artists. “Passionate Kisses” for Mary Chapin Carpenter, and “The Night’s Too Long” for Patty Loveless.
If they ever do a biopic of Lucinda’s life the perfect actress would be Edi Patterson of The Righteous Gemstones. Both just good old country girls. Misbehavin’
It's the whole band - it was a great night for music. It was a great performance by all. I do think this night was a game changer for Kenny but I could be wrong...I know Marty Stuart mentioned this performance when talking about Kenny. You could tell by the look on Jim Lauderdale's face - he knew something great was going on.
