Lex's song-- Stranger
Hank wanted me to hear and record some songs and really, that was my point of trekking all the way up to that top of that mountain- to a house that was off grid and in Vermont.
My friend Metal Sam had let what was really a superband- a combination of a few bands travelling together, touring in various ways- a van, and riding trains and hitchhiking, all of them, to meet up at the next city or place where they were going to play, let them stay at the odd house he was renting.
That place had an old post and beam barn, and there was moonlight. Hank and I set up in a stall near a place where the light streamed in and he set down to play two songs of old time variety before we were interrupted by the best company, Walter Prettyman and Lex Lambert and Keepa, Lex’s farm dog, came down in the moonlight with the upright bass and fiddle to play. I was recording all of this and had my headlamp hanging from a hook in the ceiling as the only other light.
People don’t expect massive talent from people traveling hard and playing in the very best places on the streets or around a bonfire or shaking the floor in an old found building, but listening to something coming from these peoples souls, belting out things that grew by actually living life with fierce opposition of oppression and with compromises easily escaped from, those sounds… they were for real.
Minor Flail.... lincoln, vt barn
players: lex lambert- bass hank isabelle-guitar walter prettyman- fiddle
So this is Profane Sass...
Rabinal
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