When Linda Ronstadt was interviewed here in San Francisco @ the long-hidden & splendid treasure of the Nourse Theater, as part of City Arts & Lectures, she spoke about family gatherings that revolved around making music & explaining that her career was an extension of this wonderful experience. Why Rubber Dolly, not forgotten, but not recently on my mind, popped back into place, I shall never know–but I am so glad it did. Our gatherings & music making (that’s a huge stretch of the concept) was more on the street urchin level, but family is where ever you find it, I suppose? How I EVER got away with throwing gravel at passing cars is BEYOND my wildest sensibility, considering how my mother would have beat me into a coma, had she found out how our bicycle-based music was sometimes punctuated. (Maybe it was pre-Anti-War Protest instinct?) At last, what never came out in formal any formal Confession: Confessions of a Former Car Gravel Tosser. Don’t do this, at home, or with others. But, please, do make music, without the gravel.
And the next Rubber Dolly installation is Ella Fitzgerald with some additions & fixes. The strange irony of the “out there” dutch music productions your online bootleg cyberstore pretty much confirms more of the information that Linda Ronstadt shared concerning the nature of how Internet has degraded the business of making a living as a chanteuse.
The final one in this cut (saying it this way to sound as if I am in the business) is by Woody Guthrie. The lyrics are significantly toned down, but you can experience that this is somewhat like linguistics, simply different ways of expressing the same concept. Adios & Ciao!