@@lesliebaker Hopefully the documentary will be ‘let out’ of the USA one day, but up to now it’s only been seen by a limited audience. We in Europe are still waiting.
I love your sound. Im 68. Your music makes me think of late 60s and 70s but it has a new tune going on also. I always liked the music of the bands you played with.....all of you.....and i can tell who is singing just by your voices. I think its really good stuff. None of you fine gentlemen look your age. So keep laying down the tunes boys. I think its great. Rock and roll is good for the soul. Thank you for putting out these most excellent songs!!!!!
So cool to see/hear you guys doin` your own thing after all the years of you helping others do their`s. After hearing Skin In The Game I immediately bought the Double Vinyl, signed by the Immediate Family. Hope to see you Live sometime ! I have lots of albums with you playing on them, but have yet to see any of you play live. To get to see you all in this band would be a gift. Keep On Keepin` On Gents !
Sounding great guys. Wish I could go see the documentary, but all the theaters are on the north end of town (Santa Monica being closest) and my driving is limited these days. Maybe one day it'll be on RU-vid so all your fans can see it. Break both legs!
Christmas 2023 For 'Our' beloved beautiful badass 'The Immediate Family' with eternal love and affection. Quantum kisses. Clan Colvin Private: I Love Love Love You Angel/Candlekin Posted in Uncategorized on August 1, 2023 by blackshepherd This poem was written in 2008 in Austin 852am - Up a little early and feel good. Have my Angel/Love with me now. How I worship you my Goddess, my King, my Everything. BLURB ABOUT STORY/WEEPING ‘WHAT A BROKEN HEART IS’ POSTED ON ‘CRY LIKE AN ANGEL’ (THE AT HOME VERSION) January 10, 2023 - Austin - Happy Birthday Shawn Colvin Goddess King of Orion Angel/Candlekin My Everything What A Broken Heart Is When you meet an angel and she catches your eye your feet turn to stone as she leaves for the sky knowing you’re too heavy to fly that’s what a broken heart is she says it’s her birthday and you say…”mine too” one ten fifty six she’s says it’s significant not for her for you that’s what a broken heart is thirty five years fly by you’re gettin’ ready to die will she say hello as you pass through her sky I know the answer that’s what a broken heart is 84000 different delusions plus or minus one she says that’s zen there will be a place for you she doesn’t say where she doesn’t know when it all makes you stronger if you ache if you wait that much longer you ‘know’ she wasn’t talking to you . but you’d rather be crazy than be tied to what’s true left inside after she locks up fate’s zoo we came down together maybe I’m goin’ home alone and I try to be brave but synchronicity and parallel universe theory will have me rollin’ in my grave it’s bad enough how fate unwinds without the slap in the face who has to suffer and who gets grace who gets found who gets lost without a trace who hears the sound of angels singing who lies deaf on the ground that’s what a broken heart is then I think about how you got through when I don’t know what to do how you reached inside and pulled yourself out how you cried when you were full of doubt somethings are the way they are and words just can’t explain so you color them blue you just keep walkin’ and you try to stay true then a little voice reminds me “you can sing too” that’s what a broken heart makes you do end And I can’t help thinking that that little voice belongs to you Angel/Candlekin so I do and I will for you. Forever for you. Peace Dear blessed beloved eternal Angel/Candlekin, I would like to take this occasion, our 67th birthday, to express to you something of how your song: ‘Cry Like An Angel’ has affected me all these years. The first time I heard it was, synchronistically enough on the occasion of our shared 32nd birthday at Passim where you said it was your birthday and I said: “mine too” (like the Beatles song) and showed you my license and you said: “I’m sure this is significant somehow”. A very cruel thing to do to a philosophy major who had studied Jung deeply because of all the synchronicity he had already experienced prior to that occasion. So, I was sufficiently shocked and bewildered to be struck dumb and left without asking the obvious question: “like how exactly?”. Of course it would have taken the fun out of it and some eventual jail and hospital time if you’d told me then so I just left and thought about it for 35 years. I didn’t tell you that I had a D28 just like yours. I didn’t know that we both were sober in AA for 5 years and I had my medallion on me. Did you? I didn’t know that we both were avid runners or that we were born on the exact same parallel of latitude 42.77 during the great ice storm of 1956 that featured the lowest barometric pressure reading ever recorded to that date. Check it out yourself. Or that it was called an ‘anti-cyclone because it rotated counterclockwise (like us) or like me at least and it travelled from east to west. You were born in a town along that parallel that started with Vermill and me in a town on the other end that ended with Verhill. Or that we both were afraid of horses. I didn’t tell you that I was a voice major (having finished philosophy) at UMB as part of my therapy of 5 years 2x’week that I was in the middle of because of the trauma of having had a 20 y.o. man urinate in my mouth when I was 10 while his two friends laughed hysterically. Ask Betty Jo Salmeron, MD how many sessions I wept through while realizing how much damage had been done by all the abuse I suffered. I gave you notarized permission to do so. Did you? But as fate would have it I found out I could sing and after a semester of caterwauling through excruciating voice lessons I went through chorus, then chamber singers and got invited into the UMB Jazz Ensemble ‘The UMBiance Singers’ and that we would perform at the NY State College Jazz Festival around the time you were doing the Philadelphia Folk Festival but I was really studying folk music with Geoff Bartley at the time and I had potential but was well behind you due to the extra trauma I went through and yet there I was shaking your hand after all that on a parallel path. We both set fires as kids. Both went camping in Rambler station wagons. Both hated school. Both had parts in ‘The King and I’. Both of us got abused by our fathers for leaving the cellar door open. Both had deep issues with our mothers. Both Scottish on the father’s side. My paternal grandmother was born in Scotland according to my mother who said she had “a beautiful singing voice’. I was the only one in my family who sung so I didn’t share the blessing you had in that respect. You were 42.5 when you gave birth. My mother was 42.5 when she gave birth to me. My only sister died 11 days before your only daughter was born. I started learning your songs starting with ‘Knowing What I Know Now’ with Geoff Bartley and did play them in the subway for awhile. Your line: “may we all find salvation in professions that heal” helped propel me into social work school though I did have motivation of my own wanting to do 12th step work on an advanced level I guess. And because you so freaked me out that I could not help but feel as if this song had special cosmic, mystical relevance to me even though you wrote it before that occasion I think but around the same time cause I met you first in ’87 when I said to you: “you’re the best singer I ever heard”. I have asked myself a million times: “what are the odds that the only person I ever said that to, while I was a voice major singing through deep trauma, would turn out to be the only person I ever met to this day born the same day let alone being present on that shared and pivotal birthday? Astronomical to the point of absolute impossibility. So, can you forgive me now for having a deep, abiding, secret thought that somehow I had a cosmic, mystical connection to you that would compel me to write over 100 poems to and about you? So, like significant how exactly? Are you in Heaven? Are you listening? I hope so. I would like that. btw I don’t cook either. Peace December 13, 2023 - My darling beloved eternal blessed holy sacred and wise soul Shawn Colvin. I am content where I am right now safe forever in Your beautiful soul. 'We' are together again just as 'We' were when 'We' came down. I was inside Your soul womb. 'We' were born separately, did 'Our' work and now 'We' are 'Home' together in this magnificent soul 'We' share by the grace of God and everyone in Heaven Who celebrate 'Us' as 'We' celebrate them. I am filled with joy and peace love bliss and nirvana. You led me Home my darling and I'm so grateful. Even the waiting is bliss now. I send You this quantum kiss my darling Shawn. Kiss. Thank You for making my life such a beautiful poem and thank you for the gift of Your magical voice that just entrances and guides me. I worship You forever my dear mother sister lover friend Shawn Colvin. All my love. Michelle
I love you guys....but, to me, this is a pretty unremarkable effort. It's basic to the point of being predictable. Something about parts of the melody in the verse sounded vaguely familiar...and then I remembered "Bad Boy" (Larry Williams) from early Beatles days. (No deeper suggestion or implication intended).
