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Friday, January 16th

How many of today’s songs will people want to hear in 2078?

Hank Williams (1923-1953), live (TV show), 1952

“Cold, Cold Heart”

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“I Can’t Help It If I’m Still in Love with You” (with Anita Carter)

Friday, October 3rd

timeless

Hank Williams, “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” (H. Williams), 1949


Note for note, syllable for syllable, this may be the most perfect song I know.

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art beat

Bruce Davidson (1933-), New York (Coney Island), 1959

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Sunday, 2/10/13

When he died, at the age of twenty-nine, folks got the news the same way they heard his music.

WCKY (Cincinnati), 1/1/1953, announcing Hank Williams’ death, followed by his recording of “I Am Bound For The Promised Land” (S. Stennett)

Saturday, February 9th

In heaven, I’ve heard, you can listen, any time of day, any time of night, to old radio shows.

Hank Williams, Mother’s Best Flour, WSM (Nashville), 1951

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random thoughts

How many of our shoes will outlive us?

Friday, 12/14/12

two takes

What makes a song last?

It’s not the meaning.

It’s the sounds, the particular sounds of the particular words—sounds that singers, year after year, decade after decade, keep wanting to hear, to sing.

Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart . . .

“Cold, Cold Heart” (H. Williams)

Hank Williams, TV show, 1952

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Norah Jones, BBC Radio show, 2007

Sunday, 4/17/11

“Cold, Cold Heart”

“I Can’t Help It (If I’m Still In Love With You)”

“I Saw The Light”

Who else, when it comes to syllables, does so much with so little?

Hank Williams (with others), “I Saw The Light”
TV broadcast (The Kate Smith Evening Hour), 3/26/52

Vodpod videos no longer available.

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George Crosby remembered many things as he died, but in an order he could not control. To look at his life, to take the stock he always imagined a man would at his end, was to witness a shifting mass, the tiles of a mosaic spinning, swirling, reportraying, always in recognizable swaths of colors, familiar elements, molecular units, intimate currents, but also independent now of his will, showing him a different self every time he tried to make an assessment.

—Paul Harding, Tinkers (2009)